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:SEAFORTH, Friday, July 23, 1954
ON GETTING THE MOST OUT
OF TRAVELLING
At this season of the year when so
many of us are bent on travelling to
and fro, and here and there, a word
of advice from an expert may well
be in order.
The authority is Duncan Hines,
who has more than a million high-
way miles behind him. On the basis
of this record he is convinced that a
sensible daytime travelling schedule
makes for driving safety as well as
touring enjoyment. This means an
early start—around seven o'clock in
the morning—and an early finish—
about four -thirty in the afternoon.
Statistics show that more highway
accidents occur during the twilight
hours than at any other time. Also,
vacationtime travellers run the risk
of finding no vacancies in the motels
if they wait until too late in the af-
ternoon.
In addition to carefully selecting
a motel, motorists are advised to in-
quire about eating facilities. Mr.
Hines offers the following ways for
spotting a good restaurant: The food
will look good as well as smell good.
"First, use your nose," he says.
"Good food invariably smells good.
Then use your eyes for 'such small
details as clean catsup bottles and
-covered sugar bowls. They often re-
veal kitchen conditions"
THE 'SLOW DRIVERS
We have had occasion in the past
to comment on the extent to which
slow drivers, those who dawdle along
a busy highway, contribute to the
high accident rate which, unfortun-
ately, is a feature of our present-day
life.
Now the Peterborough Examiner
goes further and says slow drivers
are as great a menace as are fast
drivers. Usually, the Examiner says,
fast drivers are good drivers; at
least their attention is on the job. A
pokey car on a crowded highway is
almost as great a danger as .a cow
standing in the middle of it.
"There is a law against cows, on
the highway, because the Legislature
recognizes that highways were not
built for dumb animals. There is al-
so a law against slow drivers—pre-
sumably for the same reason."
Our criticism of the slow driver is
limited to that motorist who selects
a busy highway for his smart-alec
like progress. We, too, enjoy a leis-
urely drive, but not on a crowded
highway. There are hundreds of
miles of delightful county road over
which the driver, out to enjoy the
scenery, can proceed to his hearts
content.
ON BUILDING A FENCE
Some weeks ago we had occasion
to have a fence erected. And as we
watched the obviously informed
manner in which the two elderly gen-
tlemen, who had agreed to do the
job, went about their work, we
thought of the many, many hours
during which they had been engag-
aed in a similar task. We remarked,
too, the pride that was theirs in a
job well done.
Were reminded of this when
we read in the Windsor Star: "Now
in his 70's, Mr. Thomas Fairbairn, of
Essen, estimates he has erected 3,000
les of fence in his career as a
Trice -stretcher."
The Star goes on to discuss the
irOblOrns which must be overcome
ink a first-rate job of fence -
ding: "And any who have en-
ored to construct a few yards of
- rid an urban garden will
appreciate the manifold problems he
has encountered and overcome for
almost' 50 years.
"Erecting a wire fence is a science.
It is essential to have sturdy posts,
the proper distance apart. But the
real trick is to get the wire stretch-
ed taut. This isn't easy, as the wire
comes in huge rolls and must be
straightened out. It also is a some-
what resilient commodity.
'Unless a fence is taut it is rela-
tively useless. It sags and bulges, al-
lowing small animals to crawl under-
neath or large ones to jump over the
top. And it must be erected suffici-
ently taut that it will stay that way."
NIR. GARDINER'S
ANNIVERSARY
An event which excited interest in
this district, particularly in the Hib-
bert-Usborne area, where he was
born, was the 40th anniversary of
the entry into politics of the Rt. Hon.
James G. Gardiner, Canada's Minis-
ter of Agriculture.
The Ottawa Journal, by no means
a supporter of the Government, nor
a believer in the policies represented
by Mr. Gardiner, but who, neverthe-
less, respects a sincere and conscien-
tous worker, has this to say -about
Mr. Gardiner:
"A brave record, this; all the more
brave because 'Jimmie' Gardiner in
politics always has been the fighting
captain, taking on all comers, caring
little for odds.
"There is no pretence, no humbug,
about him. He is a politician and
proud of it, likes his vocation, never
wears a hair shirt, asks no pity when
struck by outrageous slings of for-
tune. Politics is a game; his job is to
play hard for his side, to ask no quar-
ter and give nsone.
"Thus, as a fighting politician, as
one who can stand on the platform
or in the House and take on all ad-
versaries, he has won respect. Nor
is he the sort of modern politician
who fancies himself as a 'statesman',
who goes about with the world on
his shoulders, and who is so 'respon-
sible', so concerned with his every
word being preserved for posterity,
that he must have it embalmed in a
manuscript—by himself or somebody
else. Ghost writers' would all starve
to death if they had to depend on
'Jimmie' Gardiner.
"With many others, on all sides of
politics, The Journal joins in wishing
Mr. Gardiner many more years of
brave strife and achievement."
To this wish The Expositor adds
its sincere blessing.
What Other Papers Say:
The Tale Of a Little Pig
(Vancouver Province)
This little pig went to market. But
when he got there it was discovered
that he had no tail. So, he had a
pretty thin time of it. No one, it
seems, would pay any attention to
him. He lacked poise, he lacked form
and, in the end, he developed an in-
feriority complex—which is a very
bad thing for a little pig to do.
A pig -fancier who had developed
pigs for the show ring, passed him
by with hardly a glance. No tail; he
wouldn't do at all. A breeder on the
lookout for a likely youngster for.his
breeding pens, noted Little's Pig's
lines but shook his head. No soap!
A feeder came by. He wanted pigs
to fatten for the abattoir. He, too,
rejected Little Pig. He wasn't even
good enough to kill. It was a sad,
sad state of affairs.
There was nothing, it seems, to be
done about Little Pig except send
him to the incinerator. And all be-
cause he lacked a tail. It takes a
tail to give a pig class.
There is hope, however, for other
little pigs. The Federal Department
of Agriculture has issued a bulletin
about it. Little pigs, it seems, are
born with tails but often lose them
as the result of some external infec-
tion. The department urges that the
tails be painted for two or three days
with tincture of iodine.
Then the tail will stay and -curl.
Then the little pig will develop form
and balance and poise. He may
achieve a superiority complex and
go on to win prizes and reproduce
his kind. Wonder of wonders, he
"may even become pork chops and
ham and eggs. Well, at least ham.
And what greater ambition could a
little pig have?
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THE HURON EXPOSITOR
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SEEN IN THE COUNTY PAPERS
Got Klondike Fever
The fever of the Klondike has
hit the Lake Huron resort of Grand
Bend following reports that more
than $1,000 in $100, $50 and $10'
bills, have been found on the beach
recently. The money, about $3,000,
is reported to have been lost last
Sunday afternoon when a London
transport owner, Harry Woods,
lost his wallet in the water of the
main beach while boating.—Zurich
Herald. -
Couple Surprised on Anniversary
Mr. and Mrs. William Horney, oY
Simcoe St., were completely taken
by surprise when a number of rel-
atives dropped in on Monday eve-
ning to celebrate their 49th wed-
ding anniversary. Euchre was
played, after which they were pres-
ented with a lovely mirror. Al-
though taken bysurprise">hhey boll;
replied and invited all to be with
them next year, if health is given
them, to celebrate their golden an-
niversary. — Exeter Times -Advo-
cate.
Drop in From Sky For Haying
Not many farmers have help
drop from the skies to give them
a hand. That is what happened at
the James S. Armstrong's farm last
Saturday. Mr. Armstrong's son,
Jim, is a flying enthusiast and two
of his air -minded friends landed on
the Armstrong farm after flying
from Sky Harbor, Goderich, to lend
a helping hand with haying opepa-
tions. They were Eugene Lutz and
Robert Glasish, instructors in radio
at the R.C.A.F. School, Clinton.
They flew here in a Cornell air-
craft which Mr. Lutz owns and
keeps at Sky Harbor airport.—
Brussels Post.
Returning Home
Mr. Samuel O. Birk, of Minot,
N.D., and Mrs. Pearl Fourner, of
Seattle, Wash., have started on
their return trip home after visit-
ing with the Birk families in this
district, also Guelph and Toronto.
Mr. and Mrs. Whitney Brokenshire
and son, Allan, took them by mot-
or to Detroit • on Sunday, from
where they will leave by plane. Mr.
and Mrs. Brokenshire and Allan.
remained in Detroit for a few days.
Mr. Birk notes quite a few chang-
es in the last 20 years since he was
here last. This is the first time
for Mrs. Fournier to visit Ontario.
She is much impressed with our
country.—Zurich Herald.
Breaks Leg Second Time
Susan Bridger, small daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. E. F. Bridger, after
getting her leg out of a cast. wa's
trying to learn to walk with the
aid of crutches and had the mis-
fortune to 'fall. Though the fall did
no bodily injury. it so frightened
Susan that she had no confidence
to try the crutches further, so she
is now back in the same room in
St. Joseph's Hospital where she
spent many months. On Friday the
whole village was shocked to learn
that an X-ray revealed that Susan
had broken her leg again (a little
below the former break), when she
fell. Her leg is now in a cast once
more, and all hopes of starting to
school in September are gone. She
fell on June 29 and it wasn't until
July 9 the doctors discovered her
leg was broken.—Exeter Times -Ad-
vocate.
Decide Death Was Accidental
A coroner's jury, presided over
by Coroner H. C. Lindsay, inquir-
ing into the fatality which claimed
the life of Corporal Bill Herbert
Sullivan, 27, of the Greenwood It.
C.A.F. Station, at Medford, on June
23, decided death was accidental.
Cpl. Sullivan was instantly killed
in a head-on collision between the
car he was driving and a half -ton
truck, operated by Gordon Leo
Coldwell, of Canning. The jury ab-
solved Coldwell of any blame. The
victim was a native of Brussels.
His wife and four children resided
at Medford. Funeral services were
from the Protestant Chapel at
Greenwood, and interment in Elm
Grove cemetery, Kentville, with
R.C.A.F. honors.—Brussels Post.
Triple Birthday
Sunday, July 11, was the birth-
day of Mrs. Charles Scotchmer's
father, John Albright, Zurich. On
Monday, July 12, Ruthann, daugh-
ter of a' Ir. and Mrs. Charles Scotch -
mer, was 11 years of age, and
Anne, daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Gladwin Westlake, Blue Water
Highway, Stanley Township, was
13. To mark the three occasions,
a picnic was held in Clan Gregor
Square on Sunday with one birth-
day cake, aglow with candles, for
all. Present were Mr. and Mrs. J.
Albright, Zurich, Mr. and Mrs.
Charles Sootchmer and family, Mr.
and Mrs. G. Westlake, Anne and
Mrs.. James Carnie, Mr. and Mrs.
Bert Greer and family, Rosemarie
Telford and Percy Renner. Fol-
lowing an enjoyable supper they
attended the concert in Goderich
given by the Girls and Boys. Band
of London.—Clinton News -Record.
Meets Duke and Duchess •
.- Harold R. Baker, assistant agri-
cultural representative for Huron
County, was among a group of
Canadians, presently touring Eur-
ope, who were presented to the
Duke and Duchess of Gloucester
during their visit to the Royal
Highland Agricultural • Show . at
Dumfries, Scotland. Her Majesty,
the Queen Mother, was in attend-
ance at the Fair on the same day
as the Canadian party. This tour,
on which Mr. Baker left Clinton in
June, is being conducted by James
R. Johnston, secretary of the Royal
Agricultural Winter Fair, Toronto,
and includes visits to outstanding
farms and agricultural projects in
the British Isles, France, Switzer-
land, Germany and the Nether-
lands. Other agricultural repres-
entatives, with their wives, from
all over Ontario, are taking part in
the tour.—Clinton News -Record.
CROSSROADS
(By James Scott)
_ BIRDS MAY BE SAFE
It is some time ago. since I was
rash enough to mention in this
space that I am not exactly what
you might call a lover of cats. It
was, you might think, a harmless
enough statement. After all, we
can't all like the same things and,
as the fellow said, what a -dull
world it would be if we did. Just
the same, I have never lived that
one wild, rash, mad moment down.
Even today there are certain lad-
ies of this town I slip past with a
wary eye on them, because 1 kno&
that they have never forgiven me
for not liking cats.
In a sense, my reputation is ruin-
ed (what there was of it anyway)
for now, no matter how wise I
might be, no matter how sage
some lucky guys might turn out
to be they will always say with a
sniff, "Oh, inim! He hates cats!"
Now don't misunderstand me. I
an not seeking to stir up this
trouble. No sir! Not me! I am
so cowed by it all these days that
if you were to ask me, I'd probab-
ly say, "Cats? Ah yes, the lovely,
treacherous, egocentric cats! How
I dote on all their allergy -produc-
ing ways. The little dears!"
But I have another gripe just
now and I can only hope, now that
I have turned out to be a cat -lover,
that it won't be held against me.
It is a question of birds.
Now hold on! Not all birds. Not
most birds. Just one • particular
kind of bird.
Up here where I live we seem to
have some fatal attraction for birds
and while I am not what you call
a professional birdwatcher, I have
more than once thought what a
nice comfortable hobby it would
be. All you have to do is sit and
look. You don't have to dig for
worms and rise et the crack of
dawn and go and stand in some
icy stream for hours and never
catch even a sunfish. You don't
have to chase a little ball around
a meadow in the sweltering heat
of the mid-day sun. You don't
have to wipe the dew off your
bowls while you stand in wet,
rheumatism -provoking grass. No,
all you do is sit and watch.
It is a pretty good hobby. any
way you want to look at it. And
it does have its reward. You get
so you spot and enjoy the shrill
whistle of the scarlet tanager and
the joyous, exultant flash of his
magnificent wings. You watch the
antics of the humming -bird and the
wild canary and. the wren. You
become interested in the family
squabbles of the busy sparrows,
and watoh with care the skilful
way a mother robin teaches her
young to fay. All these are warm
and rewarding things you can en-
joy in your own 'backyard.
Yes, indeed, birds are all right.
Well, most of them, most of the
time.
Of course if you have a berry
patch and see every single berry
nipped off the bushes before you
have a chance to pick a few for
dessert, you may not think so high-
ly of birds. And when you are all
set for the first succulent repast
of garden -grown green peas which
you noticed were ready for the
picking last night, and find have
now all been eaten by the birds
in the early dawn, well then you
might not think too much of our
feathered friends. But I can put
up even with all that except for
cne kind which, bird -lover that I
am, I cannot abide.
Naturally, I mean starlings.
These birds are more numerous,
more destructive, noisier, dirtier,
and greedier than all the other
birds put together. They are hor-
rible to look at, and even worse to
listen to. They bully all the •other
birds and they make a mess where -
ever they congregate. They aren't
even good to eat.
Now I ask you why should it be
that they are protected? I'll bet
that there isn't a single other bird
in the countryside who wouldn't
like to see the last of them. And
so would I.
I'm not making any suggestions,
but if there is a young marksman
with an airgun around "mho wants
to try out his skill, I can tell him
a place where nobody will see him.
if he happens to take a few pot
shots at some starlings.
In fact, I know a fellow who'll
give such an enterprising young
chap a tin medal if he rids the
neighborhood of starlings.
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Farm News of Huron
Rain is badly needed in most
sections of the Coupty. Because of
this, fall wheat is ripening much
quicker than anticipated. Other
spring grains are also turning col-
or. Fall wheat on the whole is an
excellent crop and several fields
have been cut in the south end of
the county.
Armyworms have invaded the
grain fields in four sections of the
county and in some cases the out-
break,a have caused quite serious'
damage to crops. Other crops,
such as white beans, soybeans,
sugar 'beets and corn have suffer-
ed severely from the lack of mois-
ture. Pastures are drying up and
there is very little hay aftermath,
Dairy operators report that the
milk flow is dropping off ah an in-
creasing rata:
Years Agone
Interesting Items. Picked From
The Huron Expositor of Twen-
tyflve and Fifty- Years .Apo
From The Huron Expositor
July 26, 1929
Mr. William Henderson, of De-
troit, called on old friends in town
one day last week. Mr. Hender-
son was principal of Zurich school
about 45 years ago, and will be
remembered by many of the older
residents. Very few of the pupils
he taught reside in this section
now.
Last Wednesday evening a coupe
owned by F. Fairbairn collided
with a sedan owned and driven by
Mr. W. McLaren, Hensall. The
accident took place opposite Mous-
seau's garage. 'Both cars were
badly damaged, but the occupants
escaped with a shaking up.
Mr. James Kilpatrick, while
working on Dr. Moir's barn, near
Hensall, had the misfortune last
week to fall from the scaffold,
breaking a bone in his foot, which
will lay him up for a while.
Miss Lucy Burke has returned to
St. Columban after spending two
weeks in London, Niagara Falls
and Forest.
A few from Winthrpp attended
the farewell given Mr. and Mrs.
John MacDonald, of Walton, before
their departure to Windsor,
On Saturday last, Robert, the eld-
est son of Mr. and Mrs, J. Varley,
Chiselhurst, underwent an opera-
tion in St. Joseph's Hospital, Lon-
don, for antrum trouble and is pro-
gressing favorably.
Mr, and Mrs. J. Dalrymple left
for their home in the West after
visiting their many relatives and
friends in Chiselhurst.
Mr. William McLaren, Hensell
hardware merchant, recently had a
motor mishap. While motoring
through Zurich, and for which we
believe he was in no way respons-
ible, another car crossed directly
in his course. Mr. McLaren's car
escaped with small injury, but the
other car was badly wrecked.
Dr. and Mrs. H. R. Simpkins, of
Windsor, called on friends during
the week in Dublin.
On Tuesday evening while Mr.
Ed. Jarman was assisting with the
haying on the farm of Mr. George
Leitch, near Constance, he met
with an accidentthat may yet
prove fatal. He was unloading hay
with a hay fork and had dumped a
forkful on the stack when the trip
rope caught the rack and broke,
allowing the fork to come off the
hook, when it flew back and struck
Mr. Jarman in the abdomen. The
blow punctured about an inch of
the bowels, and he is now in a
very serious condition in the Sea -
forth Hospital. It is hoped, how-
ever, that if no complications set
in, he will recover, and on Thurs-
day he was resting quietly,
George Howitt, of East Wawan-
osh, is slowly improving from his
injuries received When his car
went into the ditch on July 12
while returning from Wingham. It
will be some time before he has
the use of his hand again.
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From The Huron Expositor
July 22, 1904
A well-filled purse was presented
to Mrs. G. Brown last Thursday by
the congregation of First Presby-
terian Church, prior to ber parture
to Toronto, where she will in fu-
ture reside with her daughter,
Mrs. T. W. Gibson.
.Mrs. Thomas Gibson and family
left on Saturday for Rat Portage,
where they will make their home.
James Kelly and George McCall,
Rth concession, Morris, had their
barns enlarged and stone and
cement basements added. Thomas
Newsome did the work of the for-
mer.
Mr. Alex McCall, of the 7th line,
Grey, continues quite poorly, hav-
ing fell and dislocated his hip
sometime ago.
Mrs. Anna Miller has gone to
Bad Axe, Mich., to visit iter aged
mother and other Michigan friends.
We are pleased to learn that
after an illness of six weeks, Mr.
Jacob Deichert, Zurich, is suffici-
ently recovered to be' -out of bed
and we hope to see him around
town again soon.
Miss Daly, the popular teacher
of St. Columban separate school,
has sailed for Saute Ste. Marie and
other points on the upper lakes.
None of her pupils failed at the
entrance examination and one, Ag-
nes Stapleton, of the Huron Road,
passed with honors. This breaks
the record for St. Columban.
Mrs. I. Noonan and daughter
have left for St. Louis last Thurs-
day.
Charles Ellah, a young farmer of
Downie township, was struck by
lightning last Tuesday and had his
lower limbs paralyzed. The unfor-
tunate man was sitting on the edge
of the bed dressing when an elec-
tric bolt came down the chimney.
The big grist mill, owned by A.
F. Dickison, at Atwood, was burn-
ed to the ground on Saturday. The
loss will be large. There was an
Insurance of $6,000, but this will
not cover the damage done. The
mill was close to the G.T.R. sta-
tion and at one time It was thought
it ,too, would have been burned,
but a bucket brigade came to the
rescue. The large elevator in con-
nection with the mill was saved
also. Listowel was asked for as-
sistance and responded, but as At-
wood had no fire -fighting equip-
ment, the brigade was unable to do
anything. Many people believe the
fire was due to incendiarism,
"Dad, Marie and I think we'll get
married. How much money will;
we need?"
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The young lady eyed her escort
with extreme disapproval. "That's
the fourth time you've gone back
for more punch," she said Coldly',
"Doesn't it embarrass you at all?"
"'Wry should it?" the young man
shrugged. "I keep telling them
rot getting it for you."
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"Keeper of the Trees"
(By MRS. M. C. DOM)
(Continued from last week)
"Sigmund Kelson, do you, know
what's what on the tenth conces-
sion?"
Sigmund was at his most provok-
ing.
"The police dropped in and seiz-
ed Colin's still and they're holding
Nels as an accessory!"
"What are you talking about?
Still, indeed! If they were in the
hands of the police we would at
least know where they were. No,
Mr. Hallett says they have gone on
a walking tour. A walking tour!
Did you ever hear of anything so
crazy? A walking tour at this
time of the year!"
Sigmund straightened up and be-
gan to look really interested for
the first time.
"By gosh! that sounds kind of
good to me. I wonder where they
are. I'll bet they're having fun.
Confound Collin, anyway. He might
least have asked me to go along,
even though he knows I couldn't
leave the danged store. Don't stew
so, Janet. They'll be all right,
Young Nels could sleep in a hollow
log, and Colin's no fool. You know
that, or you wouldn't have sent
ktItels to him in the first place."
"But Where can they be?" Janet's
voice rose to a squeak, and broke.
If she had been the .crying kind,
she would have burst into tears.
"Don't ask me! They may be
camping out right over there in
the Old Forest. They may be go-
ing down the Little Beaver in a
row boat. They may be lying out
in a field, flat on their lazy backs,
looking up at the sky. Whatever
they are doing, I wish that I were
with them."
Janet gave up.
"I wish you were, too!" she de-
clared vigorously. "Half-wits should
always travel in threes!"
CHAPTER THREE
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The storm had made a tremen-
dous difference to the river. No
chance now of finding any schools
of shad or suckers. The river was
again clay -colored,, and where on
the previous day it had meandered
gently on its way, now it dashed
madly over rocks. foamed against
the debris that gathered at the
fences, and made Nels long for an
ice -cake large enough to hold him
and take him down stream with
the current,
"Maybe we should have gone the
other way," said Nels, as they
stood on the bank and watched the
muddy, angry waters. "Perhaps
we should have started out to reach
the mouth of the river instead of
its source. If we had a boat here
we'd reach the lake by sundown,
1'11 bet!"
"Quite likely. But then our
search would be over before it was
well begun, and we would not
want that, would we? There is an
old proverb: 'The journey is all;
the restination nothing'. I don't
want you to be disappointed, Nels.
When we get there all it will be
is a trickle of water bubbling up
from the sand, most likely. I hope
you realize that."
Nels looked at his grandfather,
impishly.
"Are you going to fall into it,
Grandad? And be washed free of
sin, like the Lama?"
"If we wash the dirt off our fac-
es and hands, that is all that can
be expected of OUR river. Did you
lock the shanty door and hang up
the key?" y
"Yes; and did you put out the
last speck of fire in the furnace?"
"I carried the coals outside and
buried them in that pile of wet
shanty Mrs. Allen will have to
blame it on the fiends themselves,
not us. Here we go!"
They walked steadily for two
hours and put a goodly distance
between themselves and Mrs. Al-
len's syrup shanty. There was no
temptation to pause and look for
fish, and the air was so fresh and
clean that walking, even though
the ground felt spongy underfoot,
was a •joy.
Colin looked at his watch. It
was half after seven.
"Hungry, again, Lad?"
"Seems to me I'nz always hun-
gry. Which one of these places
willwe head for: the big barn or
the small one? They are about
the same distance away, it looks
to me."
"Let us try the small one. As a
rule the bigger the barn, the more
stock; the more stock, the more
work; and the more work—" he
paused and looked at Nels expres-
sively.
"The more work, the farther we
want to keep away from it," fin-
ished Nels. "At least, I do. I vote
for the small barn."
The noise when.they opened the
stable ddor was terrific. Cattle
bawling and shaking their chains,
horses whinnying and pawing the
floors of their stalls, and at [he
back of the stable a dozen or more
gaunt pigs almost leaped over the'
five-foot boards of their pen at
sight of them. Nels put"his hands
over his ears to shut out the deaf-
ening-_ clamor. Three ravenous
cats, circling constantly in front
of them, made progress through
the stable difficult.
"There's something wrong here!"
said Colin, looking around. "These
beasts haven't been looked after
for heaven knows how long. Let's
rouse the house. Perhaps the folks
are sick!"
Colin hammered at both front
and back doors of the house to no
avail. They tried to see in the
windows, but a film of dirt on both
inside and out prevented it.
"Somebody in there," said Nels.
"Hear the snores?"
"Im going in," said Colin. "Come'
on!"
They walked into a cold, clutter-
ed kitchen that smelled strongly of
beer and various other things. On
a couch in the corner a middle-aged
man lay asleep, fully clad in out-
door garments, even to winter cap,
rubber boots and woollen mittens
with leather pullovers. Another
man sat at a kitchen table, litter-
ed with bottles, his head buried in
his arms.
Nels had never seen his grand-
father so coldly angry.
"By God!" said Colin, in a low
voice. "I wouldn't eat here if I'
were starving! Come on!"
"What are we going to do?" Nels
asked; almost running to keep up
as they crossed the barnyard,
"Let out every animal in that'
stable," said Colin, grimly. "I'll do
the horses and you start on, the
cattle. Watch their horns when
they swing around. They will be,'
crazed for water."
It did not take long. ;Che ani-
mals felt that deliverance was 4
hand and played ball with their
liberators.
"That looks like a henhouse over
there," said Colin, nodding to a
building at the corner of the barn.
"See what is in it."
About a hundred hens were -bus-
ily engaged in scratching over
some old foul litter in their quest
for food. The pail that had held
water was lying on its side, empty
and dry. There were even a few
eggs in the nests, at which Nels-
and Collins marvelled.
"Imagine laying eggs for those
two articles in the house!" said
Colin. "I'd see them in Jericho
first!'
"Talk about man being made in.
the image of God," snorted Colin.
"Image of the devil is more like it!
We will try that big barn across•
the road. I'm going to find out•
who those fellows are, and I'm go-
ing to make it just as hot for
them as I possibly can."
The big barn was a different sort
of place entirely. Drinking bowls-
in
owlsin front of every one of the cattle -
attested to a humane caretaker.
And the clean gutters behind them
and the dry straw under them be-
spoke an industrious one. A short,
heavily built man was emptying a
bag of rolled oats into a box in.
front of the horses. He looked up
in surprise at the entrance of two
strangers.
"My name is MacKenzie, sir,"
said Colin. "We have just come
from the farm across the road
where things are in a terrible
mess. Two men in the house, dead
drunk, and I'm sure their animals..
hadn't had anything to eat or
drink for at least two 'days! Who
lives there?"
"Jed and and Joe Harper," said the
farmer, his face darkening. "I was
going over after dinner. I heard.
they were on a binge."
"Do you mean that this has hap-'
pened before?" demanded Colin,
angrily, "What kind of people live
in this locality anyway, that devils
can treat animals like that more
than once?"
"Well, you see, sir," said the
farmer, apologetically, "they're
neighbors, and a fellow hates to
make trouble for neighbors!"
"It depends on the neighbors,"
said Colin. "I can't think of any-
thing I'd enjoy more than making
trouble — plenty of trouble — for
those two specimens across the
road. I hope they have an awful
time rounding up their stock. We
let everything out."
"You didn't?"
"We did! Even to the hens.
And what is more, I intend, to
make it my business to put those
fellows out of business. Have you.
a telephone?"
(Continued Next Week)
THE LIONS PARK
I'm an old-time Seaforth Lion,
Thirty years we have been tryin'
To build a lovely Seaforth Lions Park.
As a Club we knew 'twas needed;
Now we're proud we have succeeded;
We hope all will agree with this remark.
From the very scratch we started,
Tons of mud and stones we carted;
The site at first, of course, was sure a sight,
But with horses and a scraper,
We called work bees' through the pkper,
And gladly worked and planned night after night.
Now folks come from far-off places,
Swing and swim and run foot races;
This beauty spot to one and all is free;
True, we'll welcome your donation,
A word of appreciation
Will make the Members happy as can be,
Every 'night 'tis brightly -lighted,
Young and older folks delighted
To stroll about or ,play a game of ball;
Boma find muscles growing tighter,
That's the trouble with the writer.
We might be in there pitching after all.
Yes, the Park is wide, wide open,
And the kiddies all are hopin'
We will keep it just es it is today;
For their growing bodies healthy,
Better Par than growing wealthy,
That's what our "Code of Ethics" hes to say.
LION 'JOHN MATT=
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