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(IhntiStainion Bank. Witte in rear of
the Dominion Bank *Worth. Money
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12-80
DANCEY & BOLSBY ,
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BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS,. ETC.
LOFTUS E. DANCEY, K.C. ,
P. J. BOLSBY N
GODERICH .. BRUSSELS
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ELNI.ER. D. BELL, B.A.
Successor to John H. Best
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public.
Seaforth, - Ontario
12-36
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PATRICK D. McCONNELL
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, ,
Etc.
liMitiee in the Smith Block - Seaforth
3679 -if
VETERINARY
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary Col-
lege, University of Toronto. All dis-
eases of domestic animals treated by
the most modern principles. Charges
reasonable. Day or night •calls
promptly attended to. Office on Main
Street, Hensall, opposite 'Town Hall.
Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Ter-
riers, Inverness,Kennels, Hensall. ,
12-37
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MEDICAL
SEAFORTH CLINIC ,
DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B.
Graduate of University of Toronto
J. D. COLQUHOUN, M.D., C.M.
'Graduate of Dalhousie Univeraity,
Halifax.
The Clinic is fully equipped with
complete and modern X-ray and other •;
up-to-date diagnostic and, thereuptic
equipment. 4
Dr. Margaret X. Campbell, M.D.,
L.A.B.P., Specialist in diseases in in-
fants and children, will be at the
Clinic last Thursday in every month
•from 3 to S p.m. •
Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Speeialist in
diseases of •the ear, • eye, nose and
throat, wilt be- at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month from 4 to 6
p.m.'
Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held
on the second and last Thursday in
every month from 1 to 2 p.m.
3687.
W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S.
Physician and Surgeon
Phone 90. Office John St., Seaforth.
, - 12-38
R. F. J. BURROWS
Office Main Street, Seaforth, Domin-
ion. Bank Bldg. Residence, Goderich
Street, two doors west of United
Church. Phone 46.
12-36
DR.- HUGH H. ROSS'
Graduate of University of Toronto,
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; papa graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ;
Royal Opthalmie Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth- Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
• 12-38
DR. E. A. McMASTER
Graduate of the University of Toron-
to, Faculty of Medicine
Member of College of Physicians'
and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of
New York Post Graduate School and
Lying- Hospital, New York. Of-
fice on High Street, Seaforth. Phone
27. Office fully equipped for X-ray
diagnosis and ultra short wave elec-
tric treatment, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp
treatments, and Infra Red electric
treatinent. Nurse in attendance.
12-88
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EIGHTH INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS
With his Partner, Rosy Rand,
Dave Turner is on his way to his
ranch at Soledad. Both: men are
returning from prison where they
have served sentences for unjust
convictions. ,On the train, which,
is carrying a large sum of money,
Rose's quick action and straight
shooting foils a hold-up while
Dave saves the life . of Martin
Quinn, a gambler, who Is being
threatened by a desperado. Stop-
ping at Single Shot, the sheriff
tells Dave_he is not wanted. Quinn
defends Dave but Dave and. Rand
g6 to Soledad to meet Mary,
Dave's Mater, and proceed on
horseback to the ranch. Mary re-
veals she is married and tells
Dave that the ranch is doing poor-
ly, being beet by nesters and in-
volved in a claim disputer. Sud-
denly a shot from the darkness
topples Dave from his horse.
Rosy fires and kills the unknown
assailant and they rush to the
ranch to treat Dave's severeascalp
wound. Next morning, at break-
fast, Dave and Rosy discover that
Mary is now cooking for the
ranch hands -a bad sign. After
discussing financial natters with
Mary Dave and Rosy saddle hors-
es and Ieave for Single Shot to
deliver a corpse to the sheriff
and see the towns. banker. Ident-
ity of corpse reveals him to be
ex -employee of Hammond's. Dave,
Rosy and the sheriff iminediately
confront Hammond with facts.
Fight between Hammond and
Dave prevented by sheriff. Dave
plans to raise alfalfa on his land
and use money to pay off mort-
gage. Someone blew up the lake.
Hammond thought it was Dave
and the latter suspected' Ham-
mond or his men. .
• e, a ,a.
Verve. • "You contramptible, Alealting' jail -
"I got guns throwed on yob.," the birds!" Dorsey aid, 0,0f..4arted to
sheriff eraid. "You better hand. over
your owsi."
"Get out of the way," Dave said
briefly, and tOok a step forward. •
"I wouldn't go no further," ethe
sheriff said flatly, and there was a
deep warning menace in his votes.
"Give me them guns," the sheriff
said recognizing his advantage. "Talk
to him all you want, but give me thenx
guns. There's. a woman in there."
Dave sighed loudly.
"All right, Hank," he said bleakly.
"But I'm wartaln' you. You and all
the deputies you can swear in in. sev-
en years ain't goin' to keep me froeu
kalin' Hammond." •
"I know that," •the sheriff said.
"I'm just tryin' to put it off until the
fight's a little more eVen. Now hand
them guns over, both of You."
He received the four guns and
wedged them in his belt, then opened
the door and backed through it onto
the porch. "Now come on," he said
quietly.
Dave stepped through the door.
There were four beds on the porch
and in tbe far one Hammond was ly-
ing propper up on a pillow. Dorsey
was sitting on the foot of his bed,
but Dave did not even see her. •
Ho walked across the room slow-
ly. .
'You murderina bus,hwhackina wa-
lei-thievin' skunk!" Dave said .slow-
ly and distinctly, his voice quivering
with coatempt. Ile had hardly fin-
ited speaking before Dorsey was on
her feet facing him. She, slappedr him
sharply across the face, but Dave did
not etir.
I-Tammond groaned in his rage.
"You couldn't get the lake so you
lad to ruin it for me," Dave con-
(inued, his voice slow and thick.
"Ruin it, and drown seven of your
own men doin' it. Just for revenge."
"That's a damned lie!" Hammond
thundered, suddenly, finding his voice.
In spite of his pain, be lunged up in
bed and pointed a blunt finger at
Dave. "You did 'it yourself. You
blew that lake out to ruin the Draw
Three because you knew that water
was mine!"
Dave's mouth .slacked in amaze-
ment at Hammond's wordsand he
looked dumbly at Rosy who was
standing just beside him. "Why -
why" -he looked back at Hamroaond
and his face was black with fury -
"you think I -why •damn you-"
"Killed . seven men!" Hammoa.:1
roared. "Seven men, and you ain't
fit to wipe the boots of a one of
Dave lunged. Dorsey screamed and
Rosy lunged at the sberiff.
"Get those gun, Dave!" Rosy clip-
ped out, and_ he crooked his elbow
around the sheriff's neck.
"I did it! I did it," the sheriff
roared, half strangled: .- • ' •
These damning words, shouted at
the top of the sheriff's lungs, arrest-
ed 'Rosy and Dave. The sheriff twist-
ed out of Rosy's arm, his hand streak-
ing to his gun.
"Thanks,. Rand," he said dryly. He
looked at Hamanond and Dave. "I.
wondered when you two jaspers
would tumble to this."
The three men looked 'ha each other
blankly.
"You damned knot -headed fools,"
the stheriff said. "Cairn down enough
to look at it. Wiry would Hammond
blow the dam out and ruin his mine
and drown seven men?". He turned
to Hammond. "And you. Buck. You
are older. You should have saw it
all along. Turner thinks -that lake is
his, whether it is or not. Would he
/dew out that darn and spoil every
drop of water on his spread -ruin, it
-just to ruin you?" '
Hammond looked at Dave,
Rosy. s
"You mean," Rosy said slowly,
"that some one else did it?"
"That's it," the sheriff grunted.
"The hombre that did it wanted Tur-
ner to think Hammond done it, and
wanted Hammond to think Turner
done it."
Dave sank weakly on a bed and
Dave et:tipped. It was the sheriff's "Is that a trick Yoti,learped inJail?"
In a great, screeching shudder, the
aiain building upended and was dis-
olved in the flood. He could hear
.he water slap against the far bank
DI the creek -bed a hundred yards be -
lo mine.
Then it died, almost as suddenly
s it had begun. He could hear the
arroyo running, loud and full, but the
bulk l'›f the water had, pas -sed.
He waited, his ,ankba throbbing vic-
iously. Were any .of the men saved?
as- Dorsey?
"Better stay here," he thought dul-
ly. "If I try to move I'll faint and
will just as likely as not fall face
down in a pool of water and drown."
Alla the horror ,and desolation and
Cruelty of it was increased • Cen-fold
by the weak dawn light. A murder-
ous fury filled him. Turner would
pay for' this with his life as long as
a drop of Buck H,armisond's blood
ran red. In his rage he clutched at
the jagged rocks until his hands bled.
They found him there unconscious.
"It's gone," Dave said, looking et
the boulder -strewn ground where the
mine had been.
"Insurance," Rosy said bitterly.
"Insuree the mine, then blows a laite
out on top of it."
As they pulled down into the mouth
of the arroyo they saw men working
frantically. One of the men spied
them and waved teem over.
"Give us a hand, will you?" the
man asked, his face streaming with
sweat.
"There's seven, men down this -mine
shaft. The mouth's clogged with
• boulders and mud and there's a
chance they may be alive. They was
• down there whet', the lake went out
up above."
Rosy looked at Dave, who turned
to the man. "Hammond isn't down
DFL F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Mediesine, University
of Toronto.
Late assistant New York Opthal-
xnel and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitals, London, Eng. At Coramercial
Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in
each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 4.3'0
p.m. 53 Waterloo Street South, Strat-
fOrd.
12-4r7
DENTAL
DR. J. A. McTAGGART
Graduate Royal College Of Dental
Burgeons, Toronto. (Mee at Hensall,
Ont. Phone 106.
12-47
AUCTIONEERS
there, is
"No. He's in town, I reckon.
got hurt a little."
"How bad?"
"Not bad, I heard.
us a lift?"
"Sure," Dave said.
They worked with
shovels for an hour.
HAROLD DALE
• LICensed 'AuCtietiter
• Seecialieel Ine'lltrile And tholleebold
I) ' sales. PrieeS recaiKiniftb16. Pardates
said InforadiAloni; Wilke or ,p110,110 trate
4! old Date. ''', Ph'olle i,,Stititotflit,'' or
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Can you give
crowbars and
cry again. est
"Stop it, honey," Hananond said.
Hammond looked at Dave. "I reck-
on she's upset and don't' know what
she's ssayin'."
"I -I guess / lost my temper," she
said. "I'm sorry."
"That's all right," Dave said quiet-
ly. "There may be a lot of truth in
what you said."
Again Dorsey flush,ed', but held her
'tongue.
"Mr. Hammond,"" Rosy began, "I
reckon we owe apologies all around.
We've all been, barkin' up the wrong
tree. Let's get together and try
and settle this."
Dave nodded glumly. "Were
the same boat. The spread ain't
worth the grass on it now, and your
urine is just u pot -hole, from the
ooks of it."
"And it'll stay that Way," Ham -
Mond said. "I couldn't raise the
money to have the water pumped out
of it."
"But who could hal% done it?"
Rosy said. "Some one did. Was they
wantin' to ruin you, Hammond, or
us?"
"Dave and me don't know many
people around here. Dave's beeu.
away eight 'ear. I'm new. It looks
like some one wanted to -ren you off
that mine, Hamraond-clean off, You
got any enemies you think might do
it?"
Hammond shook his head. "I know
people that don't like me and I don't
like. Like Pearson; for instance. But
that's n.aceeral enough."
"We .were almost partners once. I
got' the Draw Three on a tip from a
sninin' man' I did a favor for once. I
was ranching about a hundred miles
Co the south, then, and I sold my
spread and come up bere.• I tried to
borrow money from Pearson. I bad
the option bought up, but I had to
get the money to swing the deal. He
wouldn't have anything to do with
it at first, but he finally sent east
far a minin' man to come and look
the property ,over. I never beard
what the minin' man said about at,
but Pearson come around and want-
ed to buy up my option when it ex-
pired. I told him I wouldn't sell, and
that if I couldn't get the money to
mine it myself, I was goin' to sell
tbe option to a minin' company.
"Well, that brought Pearson around.
He a.greed to put some money in it.
Pearson kept puttin' money in until
I tumbled to what he was train' to
do. He was tryin' to put so much
money in it that he'd get control.
Loan. me out of the mine, so to
speak. Well, 1 set my foot dovne.
Pearson' didn't like it and be hasn't
been around since."
"Think he's forked?" Rosy asked.
"No," Hammond said immediately.
"I don't think so. He's a sharp busi-
ness man, is all. He wanted the
mine. He tried to get it in a legiti-
mate way. He couldn't and we dis-
agreed. Some of his money is still
in it."
"Then that's out, on that score
alone. He wouldn't want • to lose
his own money," Rosy said.
Dorsey patted her father's arm.
"Dad, why not sell out to Crowell.
Take that offer he made you this
morning and bey the ranch back.e
Dave leaned forward. "Sell out to
who?"
"Crowell," Dorsey said. "He's been
interested in the mine. He happened
to be in town labt night and when he
heard about the accident, he came
over this morning and wanted deed to
sell to him."
"You-" Dave began, then looked
at Rosy. He shook himself and lean-
ed forward, talking rapidly. "Listen
to this. For the past year, Mary, my
sister, has been gettin letters from
a gent by the name of Crowell, askin'
her to put a price on the D Bar T
spread. Those leters came about the
time she was havin' that trouble with
you, Hammond, over the lake. She
thought it was you writhe the letters
under the name of Crowell. And you
folks didn't write the letters at all?"
"No," Hammond said.
"And you didn't have this Crowell
try to buy the D. Bar T for you?"
"Turner. I couldn't buy it."
then at
"You contemptible, sneakingjailbirds?" Dorsey said.
Lionel Barrymore:
My greatest gustatory thrills was al-
so one of my -most embarnasrldng
mam-
pts, 1 was about gine and John eels.
en when. Father gave eachs o Unr.lealf.
a' dollar to go out and get supeh ones
Morning, We went into Delmoniera's.
French pastry was listed on the menu
at ;5 scants, and we decided this ;was
the greatest place to eat we had ever
heard ef. ,The waiter brought a big
platter and joyfully we consumed
them all. Then, we fiaind out that
the menu meant 25 cents per pastry.
I had to stay in hock in the restaur-
ant ,whille John went to the theater
and got Father to bail us out for about
five dollars. „
* * *
Roy Ohapman Andrews:
My most memorable gustatory' ex-
perience -'a real adventure and per-
fectly horrible -was concerned with a
sheep's eye. As guest of honor, I had
to eat lit and apparently like it, or
mortally offend my host, the Premier
of Mongolia. Boiled mutton was the
dinner. The Premier reached into the
euge pot, extracted the skinned
sheep's .head, and ceremoniously pass-
ed it to me. The two great eyes, big-
ger than golf balls, stared up glass-
ily. Stomach said, "I won't." Mind
said, "You will." With a Judas smile
I dug out the infernal eye and pop-
ped it into my mouth. The Mongole,
thought my sounds were of gastron-
omic delight. Stomach knew' other-
wise.
Booth Tarkington:
' Aged ten, returning famished from
skating, i found in the ,pantry four
full-sized pumpkin pies unattended.
Morally understand, I ate all of the
first pie. Ilatirly excited, I ate the sec-
ond pie. Happy, I could not give up
remaining so and began the third.
Enthusiasm departed; but out of a
sense of duty to myself I ate all of
the third \pie and a section of the
fourth before a creeping illness seiz-
ed me.
Aged 35, I again tried to eat 'pump-
kin pie. Failed.
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Lowell Thomas:
Hammond had been taken to Dr.
Fullerton's and they rode through
town to the main corner, turned left
at the Free Throw and edgily found
the doctor's Weise a half block
above. It was a frame house, neatly
painted white, with a deep yard
and a huge gltiesecein porch at the
tide. This was the Single Shot
.ho pi tal
. "Is HaMmond in, here?" he asked
• the woman who opened the door. •
"Yes. What do -yell want?"
"On the porch?"
"Of 'course. But he can't see any
one."
Dave simply Shouldered past her,
!"rtt.litaglitifittA"a Mt tinkleSs voice
e'olt; • "!,:',14,64f.''st
•! • es, .•,
stared at Hammond. The guilt had
been so obvious, to then both that
they 'stared at each other, trying to
collect their wits. Dorsey was sob-
bing, and Dave, nor the first time,
noticed her. He blushed, but said
nothing.
"I 'reckon we're a couple of fools.,"
Hammond said.
Dave nodded.
"There, there," Hammond said pat -
tint Dorsey's shoulder.
"Oh, Dad," 4, she sobbed. "They
might have killed you. They might
have shot you!"
"Amd I might " have shot them,"
HatiMond
"But you're an, old man, In bed.
f.V.Valitittqi,'F.1i1U-41;44.;146
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(Continued Next Week)
LONDON SEPTEMBER
England. I used. to take long walks
in the- country to hide my loneliness
and once I stopped at dusk in a lit-
tle tavern. The tavern keeper eyed
'me and said: • "You're •an Americare
by, aren't you? I know what you'll
like." In a few minutes he set be-
fore me a steaming dish of -ham and
eggs. Never did anything taste so
good. This plain everyday American
dish gave me an acute attack of
homesickness from which I failed to
recover. I set out for my native Mon-
tana the next week.
* * *
• Westbrook Peeler:
There is something to be said for a
pie stolen from a baker's wagon; and
the potato charred in a bonfire in the
Ian also has its merits. But these,
delicious only in. sentimental after-
glow, cannot be compared to the
sturdy, unfailibg delight of the habit-
forming hot dog. This is no affecta-
tion, but a sincere' tribute to a delic-
acy which, though greatly appreciat-
ed, is supertilionely denied recogni-
tion. Don't confuse the thoroughbred
hot dog with the portly pork sausage
or the mongrel Coney Island red-hot.
The real article is not fried but boil-
ed, and is net merely incidental •,a
the ball game but the main event.
Place, Paris. Time, 1917, just before
I joined Lawrence in Arabia. Hear-
ing that two of my Princeton Profs:S-
eers, Dr. Van Dyke and Dean Trow-
bridge, were in town, I decided to
wine and dine them. Being none too
flush, the idea was to find some small
restaurant, on a side street, some
cafe with a Parisian atmosphere that
would appeal to these eminent Prince-
ton savants. Also, 1 hoped, where we
could get good food and wine for, say,
ten francs apiece!
On the Rue Cambon, I found such
a place dingy, with dignity. The
place seemed so unpretentious that 1
thought I was quite safe in leaving
the details to the headwaiter. I sim-
ply told him to make sure that lee
.servect us a good meal, with the right
wines -dinner for five. He asked If
we would prefer a quiet, private room.
It was my first trip abroad and -n-
nocently I .said "by all means."
Never will 1 forget that meal. The
treacle -alter, three waiters arid three
bus boys served us. What food! What
drinks! And, what a ;ell! Oo la, la!
It came to over a hun aed dollars.
The dingy, typically Parisian rest-
aurant I had stumbled across on that
side street turned out to be the Vois-
in, at that time the most famous and
mast expensive restaurant in all Eur-
ope!
Since then, in various parts of the
world, 1 have had innumerable gus-
tatory adventures. But I doubt whe-
ther any gave me such a poignant
thrill as that dinner -and bill -at the
Voisin.
WHAT IS A SLEUTH
OF BEARS ?
*
William Seabrook:
* s *
J. P. McEvoy:
I was a little boy eating catfish
-which I had caught in Sugar Crick
and drinking buttermilk I had just
churned. for Mother, and I said :
"Someday I will" get away from here.
I will travel eery -where, I will eat
and &Mk in every land."
Se I bave had chicken velvet in
Pekin and mangoes in Manila, sole
Normande in Rouen and Elbertas in
Georgia, sea snails in. Brittany • and
shark's fins in Singapore, caviar in
Moscow and tempura ire Tokyo; and
I have washed them down with sake
and vodka and 'Calvados_ and bygar
and champagne and: applejack and
area aquavit. But when I dream ef
food it is not of the curries of Ceylon'
nor the rystafels of Java; my mouth
waters for yellow catfish, rolled in
corn meal and fried in butter, and I
awaken parched and yearning for a
cool glass of buttermilk fresh from
the churn.
.At tlii* time the gq*Atikto.1
the world' with got4 id\,thr;
eighty different ItincIS.',f
and sizes the* may
everywhere from the ttts,-- MoltRe
tains to the seiaide • •T.here are
those Whicbe live in the Woe& 'Ad e
others which prefer to dwell'In. tb
swamps; •
All the Canadian goldenrods have
yellow flowers except one, and that is ,
known as Silver-i'od "(Sohdago
or); because its flowers are cream-
white. Only an expert caa name most •
sse
of the species; there are, however,
some outstanding kinds which are re- .
cognizable by the average botanist;
such as the Blue -stemmed or Wreath
Goldenrod (S. caesia), whose un-
• branched stem is ,studded, for nearly
its entire length, With pale yellow
clusters efeflowers in the axils of Its
feather -veined leaves. It favors moist
woods and thickets. Another wood-
land species in the Zi-zag (S. field-
caulis), so-called on account of its
prolonged angled stem adorned with
small clusters of flowers, in much the
same manner as S. caesia, but its
saw -edged leaves are ovaL In the „, •
swamps and peat bogs the ,log Gold-
enrod (S. uliginosa) sends up two to
four feet high a densely flowered ob-
long terminal spire, of flowers; its
short branches are so appressed that
it has a wansliike effect. The leaves r. -
are long and narrows; the lowest of-
ten measuring nine inches long. But
14
kg,
In the Ivory Coast jungle I wangled
a dinner invitation from the cannibal
king. Mon Po. We dined on roast
young man with palm wine, bananas
and rice. It was excellent meat, ra-
ther like young beef, The young man
had been killed in battle, so that
neither my conscience nor digestion
suffered. But the greatest thrill in it
was condoling with a sad' young can-
nibal chief at table by my side who
was shaving a plainebewl of rice. He
could eat no meat because of a fam-
ily religious taboo. He was a Canni-
bal vegetarian.
* *
„ Irvin S. Cobb:
I was 16, lanky and chronically fam-
ished, when, on a shooting expedition
with another youngster. we lost our
cooked provender out of our wagon
while crossing a flooded bayou. The
tragedy wasn't discovered until we
made camp in a lonesoine swamp. For
two days-eo great was our love of
shooting -we stayed out there, living
on raw turnips, persimmons and
swamp water. Finally, on a Sunday
morning, nearly perishing of hunger,
we pearted for a tiny hamlet twelve
miles distant. When we got there ev-
erybedy had gone off to a Masonic
funeral. There was one store, owned
by an old friend of my father's. So
we broke in.
The first thing my starving eyes be-
held as I crawled through the shat-
tered window was an • old-fashioned
yellow cheese, practically intact. I
ate it, all to it, right down to the
quick. With the edge off my appe-
tite, 1 then browsed about -ginger
snaps, soda pop, sardines, cove oys-
ters, peanuts., pickles, stick •candy,
bologna sausage.
But I still maintain that country
cheese (estimated weight, 4% pounds)
was the noblest feast ever eaten by
anyone during the present Christian,
era.
A "sleuth of bears" is not a detec-
tive on the track of recalcitrant
bruins, but a term used to denote a
largish family of the Animals them-
selves.
Perhaps you may not know that
there is a name to indicate a collec-
tion of almost any animals or birds.
For instance, we talk of a "pride of
Hone" to indicate a number of these
beasts riving together, and a "gang
of elk" when a small herd of these
largeehorned creatures of the North
are seen.
In the calla of birds, we speak of
a "gaggle ofateese" when they are
on the water, but of a "skeln of
geese" when they are In flight. A
number of starlings is referred to as'
a "murrnunstion," probably because
of the murmuring noise they make in
flight, but there seems to be no rea-
son at all for calling a flock of part-
ridges or grouse a "covey."
Among other collective names for
birds we have a "rush,, or flight, of
pochlard," a "dropping of sheldrakes,"
a ebevy of quails," "a spring of teal,"
and a "wis,pr of snipe." A number of
waterfowl together is known as a
"trip," irrespective of the lend Of
birds making up the collection; but
we should talk of a "sege of Petrone,"
a "herd of ewahs"---if they are feed -
leg Or travelling tOgOther and a
"paddlihig of, duck" If otr„the Ohtnincl
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Gary Cooper:
As a boy I was sent to school in
perhaps the best known, of all are
the Canada Goldenrod (S. canadensis)
and the Tall Goldenrod (S. altissima)
which transform whole acres into
lakes of gold with their waving
plumes of pyramid -shape clusters. of •
flowers. One much resembles the
other, but the Tall Goldenrod is taller
and has larger flowerheads, while
Canada Goldenrod has nearly the.
smallest flowerheads of them all.
The Asters or Michaelmas Daisies
(so-called because the feast of St.
Michael falls on September' 29) form
another large and complicated group
of plants, and are, in Many cases hard
to tell apart. But a few can be nam-
ed at sight: such as the large -leaved
Aster (Aster macrophyllus), so-called
because of its three or four conspicu-
ous leaves on long stems be a,. Clump
near the ground. It grows in shady
places as does the heart -leaved Aster
(A. cordifolius) with its masses of
pale -lavender flowerheads. But the
best of them all is the New England
* * Aster (A. novae-angliae) with its huge
breaching clusters of large violet or
magenta -purple flowerheads.
And so dressed in gold, and royal
purple, September, as with a fanfare
of trumpets, hails the harvest.
It is all very wonderful this march
of Flora's year; which starts with the
primitive catkin -bearing families and
ends triumphantly with tbe newest
and most complex -the composite -to
which' the goldenrods and asters be -
tree in the center. Outside the win -1 long.
dows green, cbill lawns. The turkey
is already eaten, its roast -rich odors
lingering in the wood -scented air. LONDON
Now suddenly the window , curtains
are drawn. A candlelit dark. We
children stand on our high-backed
chairs. A door opens and the room
dawns luridly as the huge, blazing
plum pudding is borne in. held high.
A dark delirium of a pudding, domed.
as St. Sofia, black as the heart of
Satan. And then its taste. How spic-
ed, sticky and fragrant, and the hard
sauce slipping in frezen-sweet beside
it on one's tongun_each mouthful so
richly satisfying and yet exciting ap-
petite for more and more and more.
Sylvia Thompson:
My supreme sentimental passim.. is
Christmas dinner -tremendous tur-
keys, portentous plum pudding. re
-
morels, raisins, tawny port. I re-
member an apotheosis of all such suc-
culent and festal ecstasies. Plenty of
people at a long table; white, glitter-
ing decorations; a small Christmas
flight, they are called a "team." ,
Finally, we get "fall of wood -
sock," a "cete of badgers," a "singu-
lar- of boars," a "building of rooks,"
and a "Congregation. of plovers."
.Some of these, exprOtsiona are now
dying, oat, bilt 1fl1nt Ices. they,
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Botanical Notes
For September
The arrival of September suggests
to many people the end of summer
an,e consequently a season of dirge
and lamentation; -others, would sing
paeans to the relief of cooler nights
Of sweet repose which the turn of the
year brings with teet, soft gauzy wist-
fulness of the cotintryside, so redolent
of the evanescent enchantment of
spring.
The fall of dewy -spangled gossamer
is one of •the Many charms of sweet
September. Numberlees threads Of
the very finest silk, made by tiny Bpi-
(IPrs; supposed in simpler times to
supply the looms with which fairies
VOVP the material for their dainty lit-
tle dresses.
Then there is the mystic fascina-
tion f the huge, orange harvest. moon
by night, while by day the September
sun touches the blushing trees gent-
ly, as with a benison. Towards the
end of tbe month many of these trees
will turn into a blaze of glory.
The sumiacs are among the first to
change;'not only their beautiful fern-
like leaves shade into purple, crim-
son and orange, but the erect, tight,
velvety clusters of fruit become red,
and persist after the leaves have fal-
len. The berries are clothed with a
hairy .stickiness that is pleasantly ac-
id These trees and shrubs are often
found 'growing on hot, dry hillside,
when their frait-it Is said -offers a.
grateful refreshment to the thirtity
tra yeller, 'Whether sucked in the mouth
until bared of their acid coating, or
teeped in water to serve aa a wOOd-
land demohade.
Another contribution to September's
splendottr Is the ideal color tOinbitta,
titm, of gold 04 mplo 10.4g4
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and WINGHAM
North
A.M.
Exeter 10.34
Hensel' 10.46
Kippen 10.52
Brucefleld 11.00
Clinton 11.47
Londesboro 1206.
Blyth 12.16
Belgrave 12.27
Wingha.m 12.45
South
Wingham
Belgrave
Blyth
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kieran
Hensall
Exeter
ter
P.M.
1.50
106
2.17
2.26
3.08
3.28
3.38
3.45
3.58
C.N.R. TIME TABLE
East
• A.M. P.M.
Goderi oh 6.35 2.30
Holmesville 6,50 2.52
Clinton 6.58 3.00
Sea Porth 7.11 3.16
St. Columban
Dublin
Mitchell
Mitchell
Dublin
Seaforth
Clinton
Goderich
West
7.17 3.22
7.21 3.29
s 7.30 3.41
11.06
11.14
11.30
11.45
12.05
9.28
9.3C
9.47
10.00
10.2,
C.P.R. TIME TABLE
Goderida
Menses
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East
P.M.
4.20
4,24
4,33
4,40
. 452
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