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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1946-08-29, Page 2EASIW ,t!'...E OP THE SEA By George E. Walsh SYNOPSIS e11Anuert 1: When a steamer bound for the United States from South America sinks in the Carib- ean sea, Dick Jordan assists the assengers into lifeboats. He is ominended for this by Hen Petti- vaswretu nis g federal to officer, rStates ars a convicted felon. CHAPTER 11 Dick was surprised into stam- mering by the question, Until then 'there had been no choice. He still considered himself Pettigrew's man; he had not thought of mak- ing a break for liberty, Ever since he had left the South American Port in Hen's custody he had been a model prisoner, and it seemed slightly dishonorable to take ad- vantage of the disaster to escape. "Why, the one you choose for me," he answered. "It makes no difference. Is there room for both of us?" "No, not in the same boat," came the unexpected reply. "That's why I'm giving you a choice. You de- serve it—after this." He waved his hand around to indicate his meaning. Jordan e.as more astonished than ever. Pettigrew was eyeing him as a man, and not as an officer of the law; he even placed a hand familiarly on one shoulder. "We're just man to man now, Jordan," he added. "We're not go- ing to leave this ship together— can't you know—captain's orders. you go your way, and I go mine. If we meet again—on shore—I'll pinch you. It's my duty. But just now we're — Well," laughing quietly, "friends, I guess. I don't mind calling you that. I wish you good luck! If you reach shore and I don't I wish—wish---" * * * Dick never knew what he in- tended to wish, for at that moment the harsh, grating voice of the first mate interrupted, and Jordan tumbled into one boat and Hen Pettigrew into another. Almost instantly they were sep- arated in the blackness of the night. Dick was free, in truth, then —not on probation. He bad the whole world to roam so long as he didn't run afoul of Hen Pettigrew. As they drifted through the dark- ness of the night, he smiled broad- ly, while the others sat and moaned or spoke in awed frigthened voices. ;Would they ever reach land? How far were they from the nearest shore? That was the burden of their conversation. At first an effort was made to keep the boats together, but this was soon abandoned by the sea- men. There was always the dan- ger of collision in a rough sea. * * * In a couple of hours each boat- load was a separate unit, depend- ent upon the skill and exertion of its own crew for safety, with no knowledge of what was happening to the others. The black pall of night descended upon them, ob- literating the rest of the world, and circumscribing for them an exist- ence bounded by the gunwales of the boat. In this narrow space they huddled, awed and terrified as much by the sense of isolation as by the roar of wind and waves. Jordan was not greatly surprised when the accident he had been an- ticipating came; it seemed the in- evitable climax to their adventure, and unavoidable. A giant wave lifted them clear out of the water and upset the frail craft, rolling it over and over before allowing it to descend into the trough to be trampled upon by the mountain of surging green brine. After that it was every roan for • himself. There was no further op- portunity for team work or mutual co-operation. Dict. Jordan found himself clinging to a few boards that had been in the bottom of the boat. it made an excellent raft for one, but hardly of use for two. In his eagerness to take full pos. session of it, a fat man climbed upon it, overreaching himself by his . greediness. The slender raft sunk out of sight, and when it finally carte to the surface again the fat man was gone. Jordan retrieved it; clung to it; clutched it with both hands, re- fusing to yield his hold even when the waves rolled it over and over and buried hint fathoms deep in the sea. He had been three days on the raft before the will to live had fin- ally cracked, and then, fortified by the raw food washed up to him by the mass of drifting seaweed, re- vived, and once more struggled to reassert itself over exhausted, tor- tured flesh. It was a real sail that his red - rimmed eyes saw this time, but he refused to believe it for a long time, laughing at his own incon- sistency in hoping and praying that it was not an optical illusion, and declaring in the same breath it could not be anything else. It was not only a real sail that he saw, but it was coming in his 'direction, bearing down upon him at a speed that quickly dispelled all doubts. As the boat drew nearer, Dick made out its nondescript character from its sails. A two -masted lug- ger, quite common in the Caribbean for fishing and coasting, with lump- ish hull and mildewed canvas, spotted like the coat of a leopard, it slopped along in the rough seas as if unwillingly propelled by a power that it could not resist. Long before any one aboard sighted Dick Jordan, he had stud- ied the craft from stem to keel with greedy, anxious eyes, taking in everything from the clumsily bent topsails to the ill-fitting jib that was forever shifting in the wind. "Fishermen," he concluded, speaking his thoughts aloud. "I can't be far from land." A moment later, when the lug- ger acted as if about to change her course, he raised his free band and shouted with all the strength he could muster. Even at that dis- tance, it seemed almost miracu- lous that they heard or saw him; but keen eyes had been scanning the sea closely, looking for just such derelicts. It was their busi- ness to pick up flotsam and jetsam of the ocean on the chance of find- ing a prize. His cry brought several black faces to the port rail and Jordan's former conclusion that the lugger was a native fishing craft seemed confirmed by the appearance of the crew. They were swarthy Caribs, an ancient type weakened and diluted by the blood of pure Negroes A burley half-breed, with the white part of him show- ing in his straight hair and mot - led complexion, seemed to be in command, for the order came from him to heave the lugger up in' the wind and lower a boat. Twenty minutes later Dick sat on the dirty, ill -smelling deck of the vessel, greedily eating and drinking food and liquid that un- der ordinary circumstances would have repelled him; but nature's cravings had to he satisfied, and it was no time to be critical. The crew formed a half circle around hien, with Captain Tucu, the half- breed skipper, and Black Burley, the lugger's mate, in the immed- iate foreground. They were in- specting him with something more than curiosity—with greed and av- aricousness, Dick thought, but he could not exactly translate it in words. * * * Captain Tucu had an evil, sinis- ter face that in repose was hard and sullen, as if the white blood in him was silently protesting the injustice of the trick played in mingling negro with it; in action it lighted up with a fierceness of either joy or anger that had an ele- ment of the fanatic's. (To Be Continued.) ISSTJE 35-1946 Velf,C4,-te.4 "SALAD Taut. =ACM Coote430404‘ HE TALKS --- THEY SAY Meet Ben, the famous talking dog of Royston, England, who is reported to speak intelligibly, although his vocabulary seems to be limited to "I want some." And if one is to be limited to three words, what better three could there be? Ben, pet of Alfred Brissenden, is pictured watching a friend pour tea, and, presumably, saying "I want some." CI HONICLES of GINGER FARM By Gwendoline P. Clarke • • s. • The scene was Ginger Farm; the day was Saturday; the time was nine a.m., and we were more. or less at a loose end following an early morning down -pour. It was . also very hot and humid. We heard the motor -bike com- ing up the lane. In a few minutes Bob came in and said quite casu- ally—just as you might say—"the baker is at the door"—"Well, I guess the threshing machine is on its way down!" Partner made no comment at all but for a few min- utes I said plenty. You know — nothing in the house to eat couldn't be done . .. no pies .. no cake .. - no meat .. • no noth- ing . .. and why were they coming in unexpectedly anyway?, * * Well, it appears the thresher were all set to thresh on the .farm above us. And then it rained -- and and that was that. Of course, rather than lose time, threshers are only top glad to pull into —. barn on a wet day. And we cer- tainly needed to thresh so there was only one thing for me to do— make the best of a bad job and get on with it. Mentally I pre- pared my dinner menu ... sausage would cook about as quick as- any- thing . . . potatoes . . . beets in the pressure cooker . - . sliced tomatoes ... lots of apple sauce— (it was already cooked, thank goodness) . . . and pies? 'Welt, there was no time to make pies but I could buy a few down town ... six, maybe . - - yes, I think six would be enough. But that's where I met my 'Waterloo. Pie—there wasn't such a thing in town. I wocld just have to make some after all. "Sez you" I said to myself after shopping around for lard or short- ening and wasting my precious time. No lard, or shortening any- where. It was ten a.ni. when I left town. It was about 12.30 when the din- ner was served to ten hungry men. Don't ask me how I did it for I will never know. However I cer- tainly did have very timely and welcome assistance fr.un Partner and neice Betty. They were busy peeling potatoes when I got home. And the electric stove was also a great help. The warming oven is grand—it saved me that last min- ute rush because I was able to lift things ahead of time. I kept every- thing delightfully hot and yet did not dry anything out. * * * After dinner it was back to town again for more supplies as we were having the men for supper as well. They also survived that meal successfully. Around six - thirty neice Joy arrived by bits to staythe weekend and nothing would do but I must sit down and she and Betty would do the dishes. I sat . . - it was an easy order to follow .. for a while anyway. But soon there were chickens to feed and on my way to the chickens T had to take a squint at the gran- ary. And was it ever good to look into—such a nice lot of wheat, and a good size bin of barley. Yes, on the whole the day had beets quite worthwhile — and I'm hoping the men didn't feel too badly because they didn't get any pie. They were very nice about it anyway. Given time I might have thought of something as a substitute but at the moment my wits refused to function. * * * Now let us leave the threshing and step back through the week to last Wednesday. That was an- other big day. It was the day an *bleb presentations were made in our Ward to the boys who had served in the armed forces during the war. The council, the people of the community and the Wo- men's Institute had gone all 'out to remember the boys ins big way. To each was given either an in- scribed gold watch and chain. a watch only. or a signet ring ac- cording to the type of service each had seen. To the father of the only boy who did not return a clock was given. But how we wished that Davie — happy and carefree as we remembered him— could have taken his place with the rest of the boys. When the young "vets" marched up to the grandstand the old "vets" were called on to bring up the rear. And there was Partner. marching with the rest, • proud as punch because he and Bob were the only father and son on parade. I got quite a kick out of it my- self. Probably it will never hap- pen in our family again. Following the presentation the veterans of both wars and their ladies were treated to a swell ban- quet by the W.I. And believe me, there were pies for that meal any- way. Sunday School Lesson Right Uses of Property Exodus 20: 16; Proverbs 30: 7-9; Matthew 6: 25-33, The Eighth Commandment The principle underlying the Eighth Commandment is the sac- redness of property. To take any- thing from another, secretly or op- enly is to break this command- ment. Falsehood and vanity are coupled together in the Scriptures. To walk. after vanity is to walk after that which is false. To he vain is to have a false opinion about our- selves, to be ignorant of ourselves. Two Dangers Extreme wealth and extreme poverty each have their dangers. The wealthy man is tempted to be proud and to think he owes all to' his own wisdom and ability. In ad- versity man cries unto the Lord, in prosperity he is apt to forget Him and even to deny Him. On the other hand extreme pov- erty has its temptations. The man who is starving is sorely tempted to steal to satisfy his hunger, and in his bitterness of spirit to blas- pheme or charge God foolishly. The God. of Nature The God of Nature, the same God who reveals Himself in Jesus Christ, provides for the birds; cer- tainly then he will provide for His children. While "the birds of the heaven" will teach :la not to be an- xious about food if we will look at thein, the lilies of the field will teach us not to be anxious about our clothes if we will "consider" (learn thoroughly from) them. "Be Not Anxious" Anxiety is a foolish thing—it never accomplishes anything. When we worry, we have "but lit- tle faith." Otir Father knows what our real need is and we can trust Elam to supply it. If we will only pttt God's kingdom and God's righteousness first, God will see to it that we shall not lack any really good thing; Most of our anxiety about the future is about troubles that seldom come, and God will take care of our troubles when they do come T} --ILC TALKS.. A Long, Cold Drinh A jar of ready made syrup in the icebox for use at a moment's notice will prove to be a great time and sugar saver. Quite often when sugar is added to a cold drink, some of it does not dissolve and is lost. The syrup is made in the proportion of 1 cup of water to 1 cup of sugar, brought to the boil- ing point, scimmed and stored .in a covered glass jar in the icebox. Any syrup or fruit juice left over • after canning may also be used: Simple cold drinks like lemon- ade or orangeade are very much unproved by the addition of a few fresh berries or berry, juice. The home economists of the Consumer Section of the Dominion Department of Agriculture suggest a few recipes for long cold drinks. - Blueberry Quench 1 cup blueberries 1 cup boiling water / cup' sugar Few grains Galt 1 orange, juice and grated , rind 1 lemon, juice and grated rind 3 cups cold water Pour boiling water over blueber- ries. Add grated orange and lemon rind and simmer slowly for 5 min- utes. Press through, a sieve. Add sugar and salt and stir well. Add orange and lemon juice. Cool. Be- fore serving add 3 cups of cold water Six servings. Peanut Butter Shake IA cup peanut butter 2 tablespoons honey or sugar / teaspoon vanilla / teaspoon salt 3 cups milk Place peanut butter, honey or su- gar and salt in a bowl with 34 cup of milk. Beat with rotary beater until smooth. Add the remaining 234 cups of milk with vanilla and beat well before serving, Serves 4-5. Banana Shake 2 large ripe bananas (1 cup mashed) 1 to 2 teaspoons honey or sugar 3 cups milk 'A teaspoon vanilla / teaspoon salt Mash bananas with a fork until. smooth. Add to the milk and mix thoroughly with rotary beater un- til. well blended Add honey or su- gar, salt and vanilla and shake well before serving. Serves 4 to S. Raspberry Egg -Nog 2 eggs 1 cup raspberry juice 1 cup milk 2 tablespoons honey or sugar ya teaspoon salt teaspoon nutmeg Cursh 2 cupsof raspberries with 34 cup of water, bring to the boil and boil for 2 to 3 minutes. Drain through a moist jelly bag, add wa- ter to make a cup of juice. Beat eggs with salt and honey or sugar until light. Add milk, raspberry juice and nutmeg, and beat well with rotary beater. Chill well be- fore serving. NOTE: Other unsweetened fruit juices may be used instead of rasp- berry juice. If sweet fruit juice is used, reduce honey or sugar. The Farmer Pays "Farm products cost more than they used to." "Yes," replied the farmer. "When a man is supposed to know the botanical name of what he's rais-' in' an' the zoological name of the insect that eats it and the chemi- cal name of what will kill it, some- body's got to pay." Farmer Group Is Still Largest At the last census that of 1941, there were over a million Canadians engaged in agricultural work, or 31,7 per cent of the total gainfully occupied people of the Dominion, states the Hamilton Spectator. Manufacturing had the second larg- est group with 661,001, or 16.7 per cent, this group included bakers, tailors, machinists, •etc., whether employed in a manufacturing in- dustry or not. Then came services, clerical, professional and personal with about 10 per cent.; construc- tion, general labor, and transporta- tion followed; with fishing, trap- . ping, logging and mining having about six per cent combined. Although the trend has been city - ward, the agricultural population is still the biggest single group. 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