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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1930-10-17, Page 7a ti a a h s rd ale .5, ar ne r9 gh er tit ad ds its do 'It ✓t- ie- P - to nd ly, For eel Jed let the alf ted ne- ea- rd. :tle tits ,ur. 1Z !ice Dve To +ar, ;or, DUO it the ea rice >er, and 31in add ing let 1 ble- one ice, eel - my, )eel hop add in ing Inca - and any a !'ike for to , ned her and ing 'out the LOS. ing ige. ids 'acy e. - :hat try rd. sr R J TIMi SPEC AMS Iaai$ure, 'Varicocele, Varieoae Veined ;lebdominal Weakness, Spinal Defo ai ity. Conenitation ' free, Gall o,> ' t% d; G. f 4TH, British, Apply moo $peeialist, 15 Deventer St„ "Strat. ford, Oxt. 32Q2-52 LEGAL y. Phone No, 91 JOHN T. HUGGARD Barrister Solicitor, Notary Public, Etc. Beattie Block - 'Seaforth, Ont. R. S. HAYS Barrister, Solieitor, Conveyancer and Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to loan. BEST & BEST Barristers, Sclicitors, Convenyan- ceas and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic annuals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea - Worth. A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensel', opposite Town Hall. Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. E. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's 1!'}je and Golden Square Throat Hos- gits1s, London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, Seafdrth, third Monday in each month, from 11 a,m. to 3 p.m. NE Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. 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PACKARD Fotn Short Novels of Crime on the High Seas Continued from last week. "Oh, Uncle! Uncle, uncle, uncle!" The words were like a succession of sobs. . "Aldeth!" stammered Gilcreast. "Al- deth!" She clung still closer to him. "Oh, if only I had known that you were here!" she cried. "If only I had known! Tom is dead -killed." "Dead! Killed!" gasped Gilcreast. "Yes, yes, the night before last when-" She stopped suddenly, and drew 'back from Gilcreast. "What is it?" Gilcreast reached out his hand to her. "What is it, Al- deth?" She was standing erest now, her little figure drawn to its fullest height, the small hand tightly clenched, her face colorless -facing Kennard. And in her eyes was something Ken- nard had never seen in a woman's eyes before -a look that lashed him with abhorrence and a passionate fury -- but her words, as she pointed at him, were mercilessly cold and even: "That man is Tom's murderer!" CHAPTER VI BLACKER WATERS Before Kennard could answer, he saw the entrance to the cave darken- ed by the forms of five or six Malays -and on the instant two of them was, seemed to ring and beat upon sprang upon him. He leaped back in-Kennard's ears as a thousand clam- stinctively, and, as they struck at him, one went down from a full -arm swing that he landed, with all the strength of his body behind the blow, on the man's chin. And then the "I've told you my story," said Ken - others flung themselves upon him. Be- nard simply. "I shot no man. I fir- wildered, first by the shock of Al- ed a shot at the lamp and put it out, dell's accusation, followed by this then two more at the ceiling-" He sudden attack upon him, he fought stopped. The other shot! So close simply because the instinct of self- to him! The scream of pain! His him.preservation They battered rose oathnant him within clawed eyes held suddenly on Grieg. "There at him. He saw Aldeth being drawn was another shot!" he said with stern hastily clear of the melee by Gilcreast emphasis. -saw Grieg's face loom suddenly in So there wash Grieg 'answered d there the background.'Ile battled savagely were four he a e the fouall rth didn't with all his strength -but they were too many for him. He was down now -and while four of them held him pinioned on the ground, the other two quickly bound his arms and legs with rope. "Regular wildcat!" It was Grieg's voice. Kennard watched the man walk to- ward Gilcreast with outstretched hand. "This isn't very kind of you, Mr. Gilcreast." Grieg's tones were suave now. "You've been here on the island a long time, I should say. Surely you had no reason to keep away from an old friend, and an intimate of the family." Gilcreast made no offer to take the extended hand. We'll talk of that in a minute," he said bluntly. "But first of all we'll have fair play here. What did you attack this man for?" "You heard Aldeth, didn't you?" returned 'Grieg coolly. "He shot Tom and welve been scouring the island for him ever since." "Because he shot Tom?" snapped Gilcreast sharply. "Of course!" Grieg's eyebrows went up. "What else? Isn',t that enough." "Aldeth"-Gilcreast turned to her quickly -"you have accused Kennard of -being the one who killed Tom. What is your proof ? Is it because Grieg told you so?" Kennard's eyes fastened on the girl. Her face was full of weariness, full of sadness. The passionate anger was gone from it. She was just a girl again, very troubled, very grief- stricken; and, in spite of the fact that she was desponsible in some mea- sure at least for the perilous situa- tion in which he now found himself, Kennard's heart went out to her in sympathy. "Tom was able to say so before he died," she answered in a low vt ice. "To you?" Kennard tried unsuc- cessfully to struggle into an upright position as he put the question eager- ly. She made no reply, made no move- ment; it was as though she had not even heard • him. "It is 'a fair question," sai3 Gil - creast. "Did Tom say that to you, Aldeth ?"'I "Yes." The word, low -spoken though it ors. 'He scarcely . heard the bar -like, discordant laugh from Grieg. "And you, Kennard?'" (demanded Gilcreast. "What have you to say?" CONSULTING ENGINEER S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc., (Tor.), O.L.S., Registered Professional En- gineer and Land Surveyor. Associate Member Engineering Institute of Can- ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario, AUCTIONEERS LONDON AND WINGHAM North. Exeter Hensall Kippen ... Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham South. THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling The Expositor Office, Seaforth. Charges moderate, an d satisfaction guaranteed. 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' 'Orders left at The Huron Eix- Positor Seaforth, promptly attended to. - " ro e„„ lxm�r a.m. 6.20 6.36 6.44 6.59 7.06 7.11 West. a.m. 11.37 11.53 12.09 12.35 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Menset McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught Toronto.... ........•• West. Toronto McNaught Walton........... Blyth ........... Auburn ..... M1dGaw Meneset Goderich p.m. 5.54 6.08 6.13 6.22 6.42 7.02 7.11 '7.23 '7.45 p.m. 3.05 3.23 3.37 3.45 4.08 4.23 4.36 4.43 4.58 go into either the lamp or the ceil- ing. "It was dark then," said Kennard, "and because I fired the first three, Moore thought perhaps I fired the one that struck him." Then to Grieg: "You agree that there were four shots fired?" "I said so, didn't I?" said Grieg shortly. "There were four shots." A grim smile ,settled on Kennard's lips. "Gilcreast," he said, "thank God I'm lucky enough to be able to prove my innocence out of Grieg" own mouth. Four shots, he said. My re- +volver is in my coat pocket. Take it out, will you, and look at it?" "eight!" said Gilcreast with evi- dent relief in his voice. He stepped up to Kennard, bent down, felt in the pocket, and took out the 'revolver. He broke it, and emp- tied out the five chambers of the cyl- inder. Four empty shells lay in his hand: Kennard strained forward, his face white, number. A little cry came from Aldeth. Gilcreast stared, his jaws clamped, at the damning evidence in his hand. Grieg spoke. "I guess that'll do for him for the present," he announced with a short laugh. "I don't 'undeilstalnd this,° said Gilcreast slowly. "Untie him anyway, and we'll see if we can't get to the bottom of it." "No," said Grieg, "we'll leave him the way he is. I very much prefer him like that for a few minutes at least." "What do you mean?" demanded Gilcreast. Grieg turned, and motioned his men from the cave. As they filed out he faced Gilcreast again with a cool smile. "Some of these fellows understand English, and I never like to play heav- ier odds than I have to. Afterward, you can do what you like with Ken- nard as far as I am concerned, pro- viding we can all come to a little agreement first. If we can't, why then-" He ended with an expressive lift of his shoulders. � "And what makes you4hink there should be any difficulty about coming to this agreement, whatever it is?" inquired Gilcreast coldly. "Yon said you were an old friend and intimate of the family." "That's just it," rejoined Grieg. "To run upon you here to find out that you've practically been hiding from me for months for all I know, looks as though something was 'up." Gilcreast suddenly stepped hack a pace toward the folding table. "You're quite right," he said stern- ly. "Something is up, and in plain English, it's this: I know you for what you are -a thoroughbred scoun- drel!" "Really, Mr. Gilcreast!" A quick scarcely perceptible narrowing of his eyes belied Grieg's tones of hurt ex- postulation. "That's hitting a man pretty hard, isn't it? I don't know what you mean there's some mistake somewhere, isn't there?" emri, l h'1i ^tr hr �f�"i + � 3fr iii POO _00 a art, that Pit Ali ; y chi sari ani aoexr si itl1e, ; .InAP ' A took ;h4914-, ;' that i Ade Azad. ;Tie t 'k, , the proposition yru. hags 1'rr_akeee vela', lint he 77f9-4... t 1 � + and this is .nay aiacwarP '..' a3 turnettl elealAtiAhe I wp dpipl '1 t L'ii. eke'gi ;lash, snatehedat 4 ,,t , o sma1 for,.r, 3 :exlnard, a xn: l M-Aeliritielk 'maps upon, the table, ripped _ }e large the kept talking of the snap the` hag one from the 'horde and beg to tear, around his neck, Jt was 140 and • ,the three of them into little shreds. Kennard, expecting a yutek leap from Grieg upon the other, .adored in perplexity at the trader, Grieg made' no move --onlay a sar- donic smilewas upon his lips; then, abruptly, with 'a sneer, Grieg laughed. "That's a very good idea, Gilcreast," he said; "youcan never tell who might get hold of them, now that they have served their turn. AU we want is the intersection on the three-mile line northeast from the . mouth of this cave to the beach, ell?" The pieces fluttered from Gilcreast's hands to the ground; the red flush of anger in his cheeks turned to a sud- den white. "You -+you know that?" he said hoarsely. Again Grieg laughed, this time mockingly. "Yes, I know that. Shall I tell you' how? I dare say, too, you're wondering how I got here. Half an hour ago one of my men came to me and told me he had seen a Chinaman perched up on the rocks. It was the first I knew that there was anybody but . ourselves on the island. I sent some men around in a detour, and Mr. Chinaman by now is a prisoner at the trading -station. Simple, isn't it. And then we heard your ,voices, and Aldeth and I crept up to the mouth of the cave. You see, Aldeth insist- ed on accompanying us each time in the search for her brother's assassin." He leered at Kennard. "She'll tell you I tried to persuade her not to come; it wasn't a woman's work -but I suppose it was a woman's way. How- ever" -he shrugged hisshoulders-"I had some difficulty in preventing Al- deth from bursting in at once when she recognized your voice, Gilcreast. I'm afraid I even used a little force to stop her ---but your conversation was interesting! As it was, her in- terruption was a little more prema- ture than just suited me; but I heard about that intersection on the three- mile line, all right!" For a moment there was silence. Kennard's eyes fixed on Gilcreast. The man's face was working with the passion he could not control --eloquent of what was passing in his mind: The months of hardship, struggle and privation gone for naught -the map that Yu Ling Chen had given to Wolf- son, the knowledge that the Mandar- in's Hoard was here upon the island, all this in Grieg's possession - the treasure swept from him in a breath! "So that's it, is it?" 'Gilcreast chok- ed. "And now you've got what you were after, and you think you've noth- ing more to do but help yourself to the treasure! Well, you're right, probably, and I was wrong about the proposition you had to make. I see it now! You want to throw me a sop to keep my hands off, but listen to what I say! With Heaven for my witness, as long as I live you'll never get away from this island with it." "Hard words!" said Grieg coolly en- ough. "But you're hardly in a posi- tion to threaten, are you? Also, Gil - creast, you're jumping at conclusions. You'll do better to keep your temper. I haven't got the other map." "What!" Gilcreast leaned toward Grieg, as though searching the other's eyes for the truth or falsehood of his words; then slowly, numbly, but with an indefinable undertone of relief, like a man to whom an unexpected 1e- prieve has come: "You haven't got the other map?" Grieg smiled unpleasantly. "Not yet," he said significantly. "You still haven't heard my proposi- tion. It's not a sop. There's no sense in our flying at each other's throats -I'm willing to work together. Give the the map, and I'll guarantee-" "Give you the map!" roared Gil - creast, his quick passion roused again. "What game are you trying to work? Give you' the map! We haven't got it. If you were listening outside the carve, you know well enough it was taken from Kennard, and that I be- lieve you took it. Give you the map: It isn't here!" "Oh, yes it is," said Grieg easily. "I know well enough it was taken from Kennard, and that he thought he was getting his own back when he took Tom's. He said 'You thief!' when he jumped in --a child could fig- ure out what that meant. But I didn't take it from him; Tom didn't take it from him-Aldeth did." He wheeled ori the girl. "That's right, isn't it, Aldeth? And you've got it now -here!" But it was Gilcreast who spoke - before she could answer. / "Aldeth, is this true?" he asked easily. "las it you who took map from Kennard?" For an instant she did not speak; then her words came quickly, pas - sir nately: es, i,; is true. I took it from Mr. a t:.:.: --neg. when he lay unconscious and put a blank piece of paper in its place. And I took it" - she faced Grieg steadily -"to save it for him from you; yes, and 'from my own brother, from Tom." She looked down at Kennard suddenly, and a sweep of color came into her face, though her eyes met his proud- ly. "I believe you!" said Kennard simp- ly. The words came spontaneously, involuntarily. Then he bit his' lip - she had turned her back on him and was addressing her uncle again: p.m. 2.15 2.32 2.45 3.03 3.10 3.17 p.m. 10.04 10.17 10.31 10.57 a.m. 6.50 5.55 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.40 6.52 10.25 ?urs, uncle and to save it I. tool. t. I didn't kaon how 'far Toni and Mr. Grieg would go, or how literally they would believe what a man said when be was delirious, ee I pet a piece of blank paper in the place of the map in order that, if they took the bag, it would look after all as though there was really nothing back of Mr. Kennard's words but a sick man's wandering fancy or hallucina- tion." "Of course!" said Grieg ingratiat- ingly, "That's how it all came about. And now, Gilcreast, what do you say? My men know nothing about , this. I gat that pearler away yesterday morning. We'll share and share a- like 1' For a long minute Gilcreast looked Grieg in the eyes, the muscles of his face twitching, his lips drooping om- inously downward at the corners. "No!" The word came finally with a sudden roar. A sullen, vicious look crept into Grieg'ts face. "You mean that?" he snarled. "Aye, I mean it!" Gilcreast shout- ed. "Share with you! Share with you, you low -lived hound! Sooner than let you get one finger on the treasure, it will stay where it is now -forever! Forever, do you understand?" "Perhaps you don't!" Grieg's tones. were measured, deadly -there was no pretense now. "But I'll give you one more chance- for Aldeth's sake. Al- deth and I have always been-" A quick, startled cry came from the girl. Suddenly, white -lipped, white-faced, she shrank .back --and the movement brought her almost to the spot where Kennard lay. "Quick! For God's sake!" Ken- nard whispered. "A knife! Cut me loose!" She had heard him, understood - but she did not move. Kennard turn- ed his head from her with a groan of despair. Grieg was speaking again, an ug- ly ring of menace in his voice: "Very good, Gilcreast=just as you like! Leave Aldeth out of it. It's quite true I ran Kennard down for the map; afterward -I didn't need it until I had his ---I intended to get the other from Aldeth. Naturally I don't now need the one you tore up - but the other one I am going to have! You see the unfortunate position you place me in? I have no choice but to take it now. If you persist in your refusal, you simply force my hand. Your common sense should tell you that the result is inevitable. She has it. I can't give her the oppor- tunity of hiding it, or destroying it, or of turning it over to you. I know where it is now, and, while I know, I'm going to have it --at any cost." His voice rose suddenly. "At any cost, Gilcreast! You say you know me for what I am. If you do, you know that when I say at any cost, I mean -at any cost. You've every- thing to gain by standing in with me; you'll lose everything if you don't. I make you the offer again, and I'll give you one minute to decide before I call in my men and take the map, if you want to play the fool.", Kennard watched the two men fev- erishly. There wasn't a second to lose -the hard, 'black look on Grieg's face, the savage, dogged, stubborn fury settling on Gilcreast's, were elo- quent enough of imminent trouble. "Gilcreast," he cried desperately, "cut me loose!" Grieg laughed raucously. "Try it!" he sneered. For an instant Gilcreast hesitated; then he too laughed -mirthlessly. "There's another way than that." he jerked out. "Aldeth, have ycu got the map?" ', "Yes," she answered in a low, dull tone. "Then"-Gilcreast took a sudden "Not much of any," Gilcreast an- swered evenly. He took another step backward and stood beside the table. a.m. "I've just spent five months cruising 7.40 around your stamping -ground - no, 11.48 there's not much of any mistake - 12.01 you're a blot on a white man's name! 12.12 Wait!" His voice rose in angry lin- 12.23 peratiiveness as Grieg tried to speak. 12.84 "I know the proposition you have to 12.41 make. You say you've hounded Ken - 12.46 'nard down because he shot my nep- un - the quit of a shoi�tt";fex1h,i� =PIs vardr 'G>lcreaat! Grieg hr1 the olrle that staggerer ;and eweii ,Elie ; man aalde`-,.,aald + illi !Srieg reached' . the succeeded Yet i>cx' gettir0, at th He tore her :.h d4 ;0;03.y from her dress,. Site scieaxiidd+ ak fought fiercely. -'land then Cx,lereett, with a maddened roar ;as he; reroute his balance, sprang again at!!'xrieg ' Creat beads, of sweat were ripon. leennard's forehead, and the veins of his temples stood out :bike wh'ipeord� . as he writhed and struggled to f`e= himself, heaving until hio muscles cracked, putting forth without avail all the strength That 'was Iii hit 4- Sobbing at his impotency. A revolver spurted• -'the report echoed and reverberated through the cave with the detonation of a can non -shot. The acrid smell of powder was - in Keimardls nostrils... Grieg was forcing Aldeth toward the en- trance of the cave. Gilcreast, wound- ed, reeling, lurching, like a drunken man, clung to the trader,':fighting like a tiger, raining blows upon the other -weak blows, for Grieg, laughed con- temptuously, and did not seem to mind them. And now the cave rang with chorused shouts. Grieg's men dash- ed upon Gilcreast; but a new strength seemed to have come to the latter, for he flung off his assailants, and, as Grieg thrust Aldeth through the op- ening and disappeared outside, he sprang after the trader, the others at his heels, their yells and cries mak- ing a din infernal. ' That was all Kennard saw the cave was empty -but before him was still the vision of a white, stricken face out of which brown eyes, wide with fear, stared unseeingly. ;ay a ra rr� q� �z us~a iarGr$ �ek in a half -cry, half tiloaan. her,,, "Keen your :prayers, for c OIU growled :Geleg .sa'ragelyx, " q l them. What do you expect,. "Nothing!" •K'emiard •fiulig C i pr'.q at 'him.,. I. kilow, too: innolie4, 00, that it was you who. murdered Tom; you've murderedGilcreast---and now you'll murder me." "Murder you?" 'said Grieg,:'and .be 'lau'ghed again, the same devil''s laugh. "Oh, no, you're wrongl" HO bent down, quickly and examined the : knots, Kennard's wrists and ankles, theta straightened up and searched the in- terior of the cave with his eyes Pres- ently, with a grunt, he went, town d the rear, and came back with a long,. stout piece of rope. He fastened one end to a projection of rock and tied the other beneath Kennard's arms. "You're wrong," he said once more.. "I'm going to lay a finger on you --- I'm only afraid that if you get to roll- ing around you might rolloutside... There are cliffs and things there, and you might fall over and'hurt yourself. I don't want you to do that -even if you do try to shift Toin's murder ov- er on to me. I'm charitable. I'm not going to touch you -1'm going tro leave you where you are. A sudden end, and Kennard had ee petted neither more nor less, was one thing; but this-! Grieg had made his intentions plain enough -a slow death -,days and nights of it! Yes, that brought a fear! He closed his eyes; he would not let Grieg see in them th:.t he had faltered. When he open- ed them again, Grieg was standing at the cave's mouth, looking back at him. "Good -by, Kennard!" Grieg called jeeringly. "Pray for yourself!" A taunt, a curse, bravado to fling after the man -Kennard choked it back. A poor thing at best -and use- less! Grieg was gone. The hours wore on, and that day was as the days Kennard had passed with Woolfson in the boat -true, it was cool here: while in the boat there had been pitiless heat, but the mental torment was ever present. Aldeth! Death for him --a thousand times better that there should be death for her than to be in Grieg's power! He remembered Gilcreast had said that Grieg had once shown a fondness for the girl. And, besides, she also knew too much now for Grieg ever to let her go, ever to let her leave Kao -Lon. "God help her!" -a- gain and again through the day that cry would burst from him. The treasure of Yu Ling Chen! Mandarin's Hoard; gold, blood death! (Continued next week) ir. THUMBS DOWN The minutes passed - hours they seemed to Kennard. Voices reached him from outside -men's voices once Grieg's, but neither Aldeth's nor Gilcreast's. Then there was the sound of a number of men moving off together, heavy -stepped, as though some burden were being carried; and then Grieg entered the cave, and came toward him. Seething anger, a paroxysm of fury swept upon Kennard at sight of the sneering face. There was no thought of what the other's intentions in re- gard to himself might be; only a blind rage, a desire to grapple with the man, to strike him down, to crush him as he would a poisonous snake -and the realization of his own im- potency made self -torture of his rage. And now Grieg was standing over him, glaring down at him. The man held a piece of paper in one hand - and made no attempt to hide it. Ken- nard could see it plainly enough the map. Grieg had taken it, then, from Aldeth! "You can thank that bull-headed fool Gilcreast for this!" 'Grieg an- nounced viciously. "It's cost him his life, and I don't see any mark-down price coming to you -you know too much now!" Kennard's eyes held steadilly on Grieg's face, but he made no answer. "D'ye hear?" snarled Grieg, and there was a curious note of nervous self-justification in his voice. "You know too much -and I've got my own skin to look out for. I'm forced into this. You know too much. I can't keep two prisoners. Aldeth's enough to look after, though" -he laughed brutally, significantly -"she'll-" "Grieg"-his lips quivering with passion, Kennard rolled suddenly on his side the better to face the trader -"Grieg, I'd give my soul's chances of salvation just to stand free long enough to rid the earth of you -af- ter that it wouldn't matter." Then The and Mahatma Gandhi says the married women should compel their husbands to do the cooking, and it would cer- tainly be one swell joke on the mar- ried women if they did. -Macon Tele- graph. "A few weeks ago, Captain Harlow of Mr. Grieg's schooner, called on us in Canton, and brought us an invita- tion from Mr. Grieg to go back on the schooner and visit the trading - station that had just been completed. We knew that Mr. Grieg was build- ing one, for he had spoken of it. Tom was very anxious to go, and I was too; so we accepted. I tell you this so that you will understand how and why we came to be here. It had noth- ing to do with -'with this other thing. That was just started by one of the men speaking of an advertisement for you, uncle, signed by some one named Wolfson. Then Mr. Kennard came, and the dead man in the boat -Wolf- son -and Mr. Kennard' talked in his delirium -and then Mr. Grieg began to talk to Tom about your map -and -and I think Tom and Mr. Grieg 5. CANADIAN NATIONAL VUOTOGU4PI1A WITH THE FISHING FLEETS. OF NOVA SCOTIA The Bluenose fishermen of Nova Scotia' have won a world-wide reputation as intrepid sailors of the salt waters, and their skill and courage and their storm - beaten schooners have been preserved to posterity in some of the finest of American literature. A typical fishing harbour of Nova Scotia is shown in the upper picture. Lunenburg boats have always been foremost among the fishing fleets and in the foreground can be seen schooners in various stages of con- struction, while anchored in the back- ground are a number of the ships waiting to leave for the banks. At the bottom is a scene reminiscent of the old world, but one not unusual in the Nova Scotia fishing toWn5. Itsharan fos rom amschoone up on its arhrivfat'�en cod fish �l. Fa} ti i!.