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S"YRON HENNING _ N .4 4 'N ,O A-c5 the town had earned a All the labor of handling the fish has been sys vital place in the life of teomatized, as it had to be in a business where the colonies, and many the bulk is so great. There is no wasted effort of the ships that went carrying the fish into town. nor is the dirty out to do battle with the work permitted to mar the beauty of the city fighting craft of England proper. Everything is (lone right at the wharves, rwere built and fitted out where there is ever at hand a limitless supl)ply of in Gloucester, a large water to do the vitally important final labor of part of the money that cleansing. made them coming from When a two-masted schooner, laden to the gun patriotic contributions wales with its cargo of fish, comes into the Son the part of the own- wharves the fish are carried to great tubs. Over ers of the big fish in- these stand a company of experts, men who have ..dustry. The town had to cleaned hundreds of thousands of fish, and who h "w . . :.. ,:'." .ear "t a .ite the brunt of an aat- can make the quick cuts, and do the scraping tack by the British tdur- with incredible speed. Running to each tub is a . ,. ing the revolution, but hose, and after the waste has been removed, an the ships f the enemy instant undthe heships o the pressurenemy instant under the high pessue of water from were repulsed by the the hose cleans out the fish completely and makes ,: . ,, , " hardy seamen. it sweet and ready for the next step in the opera During the war of tion. Codfish is dried and salted before being OT r 0. . ' .ZI dRc 'YG GROUYD 1812 a number of priva- sent to the market, and the work is also done on AVE you acclimated yet?" in quired a genial tourist of another tourist of the same genus, as they awaited a train in the depot at Gloucester, Mass. "Acclimated?" asked the G. T. of the second part. "To what?" "To this codfish smell, of course," answered G. T. No. 1. Even the air is fishy in Glouces ter, but nobody complains, for it is the coast city's way of earning a livelihood. It is not the smell of fish in the process of decay or of salt fish, but it is the exhilarating ozone of the Atlantic, for the fish that you smell in Gloucester are freshly caught. Gloucester has really never known any thing else, for since its beginning approaching three centuries ago, it has always had fishing for its chief industry, and to-day it is the greatest fishing center of the United States, and, according to the belief of many, of the world. Nothing more picturesque can be imagined than this quaint New England town. where from the ocean the 30,000 inhabitants get the greater part of their sustenance. Gloucester is 31 miles from Boston, and it in cludes the villages of Annisquam, Bay View, East Gloucester, Freshwater Grove, Lanesville, Magno lia, Riverdale and West Gloucester. The magnificent harbor, large and affording safe water room for the largest ships of the world, has had the effe-t of encouraging traffic in other things besides fish. Salt, coal and lumber are largely im ported. There are interests in granite quarrying, drop forging, brass founding, the manufacture of fish glue, anchors, machinery, oil cloth, nets, twine, sails, cigars and shoes. Moreover, Gloucester also as shipbuilding plants worthy the name. But after all it is the fishing that interests the thousands of visitors, not only those who actually spend the summer in the vicinity, but the thousands who visit Gloucester while passing through Massa chusetts in the course of the popular summer tour of the New England states. It was not until the beginning of the eighteenth century that Gloucester became especially promi nent for its fisheries and its shipbuilding industries, but by the time of the outbreak of the revolution teersmen that wrought deadly execution on the commerce of the enemy were sent out from Gloucester, and many of the grizzled old salts, who attain a most venerable age in this healthy climate, can tell from tales told them by parents or grandparents of rich prizes taken by the Gloucester fishermen turned fighters. The great storms that sweep the New England coast have ever found a favorite vortex in the vicinity of Gloucester, and many shipwrecks have taken lives near by. The large sunken rock called "Norman's Woe," which is well known to every visitor, was made famous by Longfellow with his poem, "The Wreck of the Hesperus." Gloucester has been an incorporated city since 1873, but in many respects it is hard to think of it as anything but a fishing resort, a little village by the ocean side. For one thing the flavor of olden times clings to it. Among the some 6,000 men who do noth ing but fish there are many who have passed the 70-year-old mark, and some who have numbered as many as 80 years, yet they are still able to bear their share of the work in going after the cod and mackerel. This fishing Is both arduous and dangerous. It is done from sloops and schooners, which go out to the fishing grounds daily. On each schooner is a nest, so to speak, of dories, a series of small boats, differing in size so that one can be comfortably stowed in another, and therefore not take up much room. When the fishing-ground has been found the sailors spread around in the dories to get their catch. Often in the fog some of the small boats get in the path of the swift-moving ocean liners, for the favorite fishing banks are directly on a line with a much-traveled route. Often not many details are obtainable of the tragedy which ensues. Only a few lines in the newspapers tell of a small boat or a number of small boats with their crews lost at sea. A hundred thrilling tales of narrow escapes can he picked up in the course of a day Spent with these hardy men of the sea, but the experiences never seem to daunt them. They are ever ready for the day's trip and its hopes for reward of a boatload of the shining, squirim ing. panting fish. All the labor of handling the fish has been sys tematized, as it had to be in a business where the bulk is so great. There is no wasted effort carrying the fish into town. nor is the dirty work permitted to mar the beauty of the city proper. Everything is (lone right at the wharves, wheq'e there is ever at. hand a limitless supply of water to do the vitally important final labor of cleansing. When a two-masted schooner, laden to the gun wales with its cargo of fish, comes into the wharves the fish are carried to great tubs. Over these stand a company of experts, men who have cleaned hundreds of thousands of fish, and who can make the quick cuts, and do the scraping with incredible speed. Running to each tub is a hose, and after the waste has been removed, an instant under the high pressure of water from the hose cleans out the fish completely and makes it sweet and ready for the next step in the opera tion. Codfish is dried and salted before being sent to the market, and the work is also done on the wharves. Here are ranged hundreds of tables, exposed to the bright sunlight. The cleansed fish are piled up in such a manner that the warm rays get a most admirable chance at them. This summer has been so hot that the fishermen have had great difficulty in drying out the cod. Instead of taking the water out in the gradual normal manner, the sun has been so fierce that it baked the fish, and in this manner many of them were cooked so hard on the out side as to be virtually worthless for the market. But this is a rare occurrence, for under ordi nary conditions the climate of New England is ideal, and the sun does the work of drying in a manner far more satisfactory than could any agency of man's production. From the open-air drying tables the fish are shifted to the boxing and packing establishments, which are also located along the water front, and then they are made ready to be shipped to all parts of the world. Gloucester regards its fishing industry with the same traditional pride that a native of Brussels might regard the lace industry. From generation to generation the families of noted fishermen stick to the business, and noth ing is a more familiar boast to some grizzled old follower of the sea than to be able to say that his son and grandson are both fishermen, and that there is a strong probability that a great grandson just beginning to master the fine points of the business will be better than any of them. The cod, of course, is the most admired of all the fish that fall to the lot of these deep-sea Izaak Waltons, though the mackerel is also regarded with great respect. The deep-sea fishermen look down upon the clam diggers, but the latter can afford to ignore this contempt, for there is plenty of money to be made in the sale of the bivalves. They are to be found in plenty on the sandy shores of the neighborhood, and at all hours of the day, but especially at low tide, the clam hunters, turning up the beach with their rakes, can be seen at work. Clam shucking is an expert feature of the work, and many of the old hands make phenome nal records in dissociating the luscious clam from its protecting shell. . . lIOY began his composition A on "The Horse" thus: "The horse is the most useful an . mal in the world; so is the cow." The boy is the most interesting subject to write about; so is the girl. As a mem ber of the genus man he has his defects; as a specimen of the species boy, he has the merits of his defects. He may be white or black or red or yellow or brown, but he is seldom green and not often blue. He travels light. Life's task has no terror to him. He does not know where he is going to fetch up, and does not always care where he fetches up, and sometimes does not care whether he fetches up at all. His task is to take J.te fairest vision that can be made to unroll itself before the imagination, transfer it to the interior of his soul and reduce it to character. At ten, he is butlining a program for middle life and at 16 deciding what he is to be at 60. All the world looks on and some peo. THE MERITS OF HIS DEFECTS BY J. S. KIRTLEY, D.D. Author of "The Young Man and Himself," etc. pie hold their breath, notably parents, aunts and teachers. Fate and fortune fight for his attention, while he-goes swimming or skating. There may be possibilities in him as vast as life and as delicately uncertain as the zephyrs, but he keeps on swimming and skat ing and playing and hunting and fish. ing. He may be making decisions that send vibrations to the farthest shore line of his oceanic future, but he ever hears the imperative call of the field and the forest and the stream. His motto seems to be: "Gather ye the rosebuds while ye may; Old time is still a flying; And this same flower that blooms to-day, To-morrow may be dying." The meaning of this apparent blend ing of stupidity and conceit and sev eral other things is that he has an in side sensitiveness to things that are really preparing him for his future and that he is actually making some of his momentous decisions, as a sort of side issue-"while you wait" and hold your breath. He can do two or three things at once-can play, eat and make a noise; at the same time, decide affairs of destiny. His defects do not set up an agitation in his gray matter. He knows them not. The burdens of the future are not swaying down his back. Edwin Mark ham rose on the nation with that dark poem on "The Man with the Hoe," in which he represents the laboring man as reduced to the level of the ox, and some one has written a travesty on that poem entitled, "The Boy with the Spade." No weight of age bears him down, That barefoot boy with fingers brown; There's nothing empty in his face, No burden of the human race Is on his back; nor is he dead, To joy or sorrow, hope or dread; For he can grieve and he can hope, Can shrink with all his soul from-soap. No brother to the ox is he lie's second cousin to the bee. He loosens and lets down his jaw And brings it up, his gum to "chaw." There's naught but sweat upon his brow, 'Tis slanted somewhat forward now; His eyes are bright with eager light; He's working with an appetite. Ah, no! That bq" is not afraid To wield with all his might the spade! Nor has he any spite at fate He's digging angleworms for bait. No precautions disturb his plans any more than his toilet. His very impris onment in his own impromptu pro gram is a providential form of protec tion. The future has no chance to ne gotiate to him large loans of trouble -not yet. Uncrushed by the tragedy, untroubled by the riddle and unterri fled by the greatness of life, he ap proaches it blandy and blindly, more ready because of those facts. (Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.) SHE GOT HER MAN-HAPPY. Indian Woman Not Likely to Be Left Far Behind in Life's Battle. Writing of the f;nuit '-s iean Kaye of Topeka. in SulbttIan life,., Paul .\. Lovowell. sa.<s: "Dl)ean Kinvely hat; h:1 int Iresting ex p(-Iri'nce5, duriniL hlii sonljourns In the wvilrderlness. ()O et an Indiain woman canme to his (.aliq. " 'You 1mlrryV.' she asked]. "'Yes,' sand the dean, I can marry folks. Hlave you ;ot a man?' ".\gain the woman grunted, and de parted. About sundown she returned, draging with h ur an apparently abasheid and reI't.lant h brav.\' "'Got himu.' sth remathrked, l' onical ly, produ'ini:" h r nma'rrine license. The man kow tn, I:uie lish, but the woman liroullpteid himi whi it, became necessary for him to rive his assent to the dean's q'uestions. When it was over the sqluaw paid the minister his fee and led hier hbshbal away in tri um ph." DEEP CRACKS FROM ECZEMA Could Lay Slate-Pencil in One-Hands in Dreadful State-Permanent Cure in Cuticura. "I had eczema on my hands for about seven years and dturing that time I had used several so-called rein edies, together with physicians' and druggists' prescriptions. The disease was so bad on my hands that i could lay a slate-pencil in one of the cracks ana a rule Ilaced across the hand would not touch the pencil. I kept using remedy after remedy, and while some gave partial relief, none relieved as much as did the first box of Cuti cura Ointment. I made a purchase of Cuticura Soap and Ointment and my hands were perfectly cored after two boxes of Cuticura Ointment and one cake of Cuticura Soap were used. W. II. Dean, Newark, Del., Mar. 28, 1907." ONLY A COW. Artist (who has been bothered by rustics breathing on him all the morn ing)--My good fellow, I assure you that you can see the sketch with more advantage from a little distance! Microscopic Writing. A remarkable machine made by a lately deceased member of the Royal Microscopical society for writing with a diamond seems to have been broken up by its inventor. A specimen of its works is the Lord's prayer of 227 let ters, written in the 1,237,000 of a square inch, which is at the rate of 53,880,000 letters or 15 complete Bibles, to a single square inch. To decipher the writing it is necessary to use a 1-12-inch objective, which is the high power lens physicians employ for studying the most minute bacteria. Populous Chlra. The population of the Chinese em pire is largely a matter of estimate. There has never been such census of the empire as that which is taken every decade in this country. But the estimate of the Almanach de Gotha for 1900 may be taken as fairly reliable. According to that estimate, the population of the empire is, in round numbers, about 400,000,000. It is probably safe to say that if the human beings on earth were stood up in line every fourth one would be a Chinaman. A Carlyle Wedding. Craigenputtock, where Carlyle's "Sartor Resartus" was written, has just been the scene of a notable wed ding. The bride was Mary Carlyle of Craigenputtock, a grandniece of Thom as Carlyle, a farmer, of Pingle, Dum friesshire, a son of Thomas Carlyle's favorite nephew. Pingle is about four miles from Ecclefechan, Carlyle's birthplace, and this village is the original of the Entuphl of "Sartor Resartus."-London Standard. AFRAID TO EAT. Girl Starving on Ill-Selected Food, "Several years ago I was actually starving," writes a Me. girl, "yet dared not eat for fear of the gonsequences. "I had suffered from indigestion from overwork, irregular meals and improper food, until at last my stom ach became so weak I could eat scarcely any food without great dis tress. "Many kinds of food were tried, all with the same discouraging effects. I steadily lost health and strength until I was but a wreck of my former self. "Having heard of Grape-Nuts and its great merits, I purchased a pack age, but with little hope that it would help me-I was so discouraged. "I found it not only appetizing but that I- could eat it as I liked and that it satisfied the craving for food with out causing distress, and if I may use the expression, 'it filled the bill.' "For months Grape-Nuts was my principal article of diet. I felt from the very first that I had found the right way to health and happiness, and my anticipations were fully re alized. "With its continued use I regained my usual health and strength. To-day I am well and can eat anything I like, yet Grape-Nuts food forms a part of my bill of fare." "There's a Reason." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Well pille," in pkgs. Ever read the above letterf A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human Interest. ONE KIDNEY GONE But Cured After Dctc c Said There Was No Hope. Sylvanus O. \:: says: " i\e tea t .. : . ry Sad of Doan's Ki(rn I ing thoem. O)n- i,,,.. :inl fr':' fr ntI I ' " ,Olterl i il. :n cy(.:: , I ', N LEST HE FOGPCET. No Roseate Postcard Without Its Thorn of Sujceticn. Ilarotls i t. t ! ',l' ; I,. , . h lh ar. old -vv( a l'( l :, ba af : ti' , h ' bav in luarI ll n , i , " ii. . .. ' ::'h t un stiu ,stanl iial ('n ! :' hi , ,.: l ist rs. In spit(, of tht, i),.n :H ,',I dhi.(ltions 1\ithl w hich ( lift~ f iT, ln,,i ll('il, of fil1al l ': t" l it( 1i;1(l nut 'eaced to hiiibarld l.ii. iH ro,~c ll I thor was far froni sit" th::I , :r ( 'ff s would have aiiv lastitn .1. 11 rv (' \ui v a':: i'i:, o or less lis. turbe(d )y the('t ih,:l'-. hut before she laniled (in the ,h, silo 1 she ihad deterinin(,tl on a oil.( of iaction. Like all small hoys. I! ar)li is most, cov. otous of )i(' iure1 I st'aids and had looked forwardl to a hirvl(st from his mot her's trip. i]i got it. Every day s she n at at least (one card. And whatever else it bore in tho v:ay of inscriliption there was not one which failed of this intr,,llOcetion: "Just as soon as you ,.-(t this go and brush your teeth." SPOHTN'S DIST'EMP1'R CITE will eiie any I,,-k iljir (::"e ,it DI)sT 'EMI 'ER, PINK E}YE, anIt the !'.,e ,illng horses of all age<. and )pr'c, lo . all others isn the smth e stable fro l. hl%:n the ( ei-e. Also Thre ('ken clst ha(r. anotd log distanper. Anstead of going to tat fashi. or senablnd restaurant," urerso. i ,nd:i . a thrift swain. And, he ted e ok. Smentally, Mtdihal Co., saved. - us Diseasesty Jour Goshen, Ind. ,She Lost Out. "I'd rather waltz than cat," confided the summer girl. "Then we'll just have another dance Instead of going to that fashionable restaurant," responded the thrifty swain. "And," home added mentally, "saw that's $6 saved."-Kansas City Jour nal. Actual Facts. For upwards of fifteen years Hunt's Cure has been sold under a strict guarantee to cure any form of itch ing skin troubles known. No matter purhe and e--less than one per cent. of thar size 25purchasers have requested theirs. the work.Cause of the Break. "hat caused that awkward breakher. nMadam (to the nurse maid, who hasne drpchanged the subjchildren look siFranc I lastco saw them! Are you qurgonaut.e sure they Argonaut. The General Demand of the Well-Informed of the World has always been for a simple, pleasant and efficient liquid laxative remedy of known value; a laxative which'physicians could sanction for family use because its com ponent parts are known to them to be wholesome and truly beneficial in effect, acceptable to the system and gentle, yet prompt, in action. In supplying that demand with its ex cellent combination of Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna, the California Fig Syrup Co. proceeds along ethical lines and relies on the merits of the laxative for its remark able success. That is one of many reasons why Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna is given the preference by the Well-Informed. To get its beneficial effects always buy the genuine-manufactured by the Cali fornia Fig Syrup Co., only, and for sale by all leading druggists. Price fifty cents per bottle. Leather Trimmed Runaboute, - 483.25 RoadWagons. . .... 31.25 Top Bag le .- - - - - 40.80 .i DIreet-4-ave Mosey. Elirbten yer'eosow tiueQdueee k OMabled us to produce theec artlQoe alder th"M. I K."reglim at such prices direet to the boeumer. The bPlerome.t vehricle ctalogu eveurluei I1 lthloutl litres for tealkukln. Writeforo It ow. Moeh.t* oEsller Co., p,.. w, UOUUW, TrmW