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Dangers of the Ocean
New England Fishermen Ply Their Voca*
ticn Amid Imminent Perils Fog and
Sudden Storms Their Chief Menace.
(Special Correspondence.)
OW often while seated
beside your cos e y
breakfast room fire,
with your steaming
cup of coffee, your
plate of muffins done
to a delicious brown,
with perhaps a tender
bit of swordfish or
mackerel ready for
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your discussion, do you stop to think
of the men who just at this season
of the year are braving the dangers
of old ocean in order that your table
MASSACHUSETTS COASTLINE,
ma.. be well supplied with all the
delicacies which, as a part of their
call’ng, they take from the grudging
waters and place at your disposal.
When you read in your morning
!>ap?r of a fisherman run down and
suu-x in tae treacherous fog-shrouded
wa ers off Georges do you even for a
ino rient regard the matter as one
which in the least concerns your per
sonal well-being, or simply pass it off
as one of those happenings over which
you have no control, or as something
Vi be taken as a matter of course and
f) be immediately forgotten? If you
do there are scores of homes in the
fishing towns all along the coast of
the Bay state where the news Mhich
interests you for the moment only
comes with tragic force to people in
whose life tragedy plays a far too
prominent part.
The fog and the gale are the dan
gers from which the men of the fleet
have most to fear. A smooth sea and
a bright sky in the morning is scanty
guarantee that the fog will not shut
everything in before night, or that
a “northeaster” r ill not swoop down,
leaving destruction in its path.
Witß a tooting of fog horns, too *
often but a poor guide along a dark
ened path, the dories are recalled
from the scene of the day’s labor. To
be lost in the fog is a r.ot uncommon
occurrence, and then it is that the
luckless fisherman becomes a prey to
the dangers that lurk in the dark
ness. Fortunate is he if nothing more
serious than a night out in the all
surrounding, nerve-testing silence
falls to his lot.
Many a time an overturned dory
tells the story of lives lost in a vain
effort to locate the vessel which in
the brightness of the morning stands
out as a shining mark, only to disap
pear* in an incredibly short space of
time when the fog once settles down.
The seining fleet which operates off
the Grand Banks figures in the dis
aster columns of the newspapers
quite as frequently as does the fleet
which confines its activity to the vi
cinity of Georges. There is plenty of
the picturesque to be found could one
but spend the time on any one of the
vessels which at the end of the sea
son make port at Gloucester, Boston,
New Bedford, or any of the towns
which in the old days sent larger
numbers of this class of vessels than
in recent times.
The early morning haul has more
about it, perhaps, to attract the lover
of the beautiful, for the sight is beau
tiful beyond the power of pen or brush
to properly describe.
With nets dripping sparkling gems
of rainbow hues under the morning
sun, with thousands of mackerel, their
bodies of blue black and silver re
flecting the light, enmeshed in their
watery prison, endeavoring in vain
to get free from the bonds that are
drawn closer and closer, a sight is
furnished not soon to be forgotten.
Sometimes it happens that before
the net is drawn the fish become
frightened, and in a mad rush for
freedom overturn men and dories, and
carry away net and gear with them.
Then it is that the profits of a trip
' are materially cut down.
PORTLAND HEADLIGHT.
The day long looked forward to is
the day when, with salt pens full of
mackerel, with ice che3ts filled to
overflowing with halibut, cod, sword
fish and other denizens of the deep,
the order “up archor” is given, and
the fleet with all sails set starts on
the race toward home.
MARK TWAIN IN THE LONG AGO
A Thin, Scrawny Fellow When He
Was a Wheelsman In California.
Capt. Selwyn Ramsey of San Joa
quin City, Cal., claims the unique dis
tinction of once having employed
Mark Twain as second wheelsman at
a. salary of $lB a week. Capt. Ram
sey is one of the old pioneers in Cali
fornia river navigation. He command
ed the first steam packet that ever ran
up the Sacramento river, and although
he is over 80 years old and hasn’t
been on the bridge for more than 12
years, yet he still loves to talk of the
good old river days.
“Yes, I used to know Sam Clem
ens,” said Capt. Ramsey to an inter
viewer, “and he was one of the best
wheelsmen I ever had. It was along
in 1868. I was on the old John Wallace
at that time, on the Sacramento
river.
“About the time I met Clemens I
was pretty hard up for help. Wages
were good and lots of men deserted
for the mines. All the wheelsmen
had to be broken in, as there were no
experienced river men in the country
in those days. And I was pretty glad
when I heard of a young fellow w*ho
had been in a pilot house on the Mis
sissippi. The minute I tied up in San
Francisco I w*ent right over to the
United States mint, where I got his
address. As soon as I saw him at
tb.e wheel I engaged him on the spot
“Mark Twain was a thin, scrawny
looking fellow then, but he was a
great hand making friends, and all of
us liked him. I think he was on the
Wallace about five months—it’s so
long ago that I forget the exact time.
He was a straight out and out wheels
man, and he learned the river like a
book. The country was pretty wild in
those days and a man had to watch
out for himself, but .Clemens got along
with the best of them.’’
THE CHILD’S CALL.
We calls with quick, Insistent cry.
He calls at work or play.
And I must put my business by.
And all my books away.
He summons me from household cares.
Back to his sunny room.
And up the stairs and up the stairs
In happy haste 1 come.
Sweeter than lark and mavis dear.
And nightingales in May,
The little voice so shrill and clear
That I must yet obey.
While up the stairs and to the door
My heart runs on in glee,
I hear a voice I knew of yore
That never calls for me.
Ever through shadow time and sun
I hear a baby call,
That is not you. my precious one.
That is not you at all.
Afar, where heavenly waters flow,
'Mid Paradisal calms.
All on a sward where lilies blow
The shepherd counts his lambs.
Afar, beyond the wintry cold
‘Upon the heavenly hill,
A little lamb a few weeks old
Bleats for his mother still.
O mother's love and mothers joy!
But while I come in haste,
I hear another lovely boy
Cry from the lonely past.
And while I kiss your curls aside
And hold you to my breast.
I kiss the little boy that died.
That will not let me rest.
—Katherine Tynan.
School for Cats.
This school does not exist in fairy
land, but in the midst of the city ol
Paris.
Prof. Bonnetty is very fond of cats
and has started a school for them.
His pupils are generally stray cats
that no one wants. He takes them,
keeps them in a large room, and feeds
them well.
He does not immediately, begin to
teach them, but wathes them to form
some idea of their character.
He feeds them on bread and milk
and liver. It is surprising to see how
the most miserable, starved-looking
cat under his good treatment turns
into a beautiful, sleek pussy fit for
any lady’s drawing room.
These cats are taught to jump
through hoops, over chairs, climb
ropes, etc. All these lessons are
taught by kindness. Prof. Bonnetty
never has to punish his pupils. He
depends on their affection and can uo
with them wiiat he likes.—Cincinnati
Enquirer.
All the Men Are Princes.
There are about 12,000 people scat
tered over the twenty-odd rocks or
islets which constitute the Foroe
group, between the Shetlands and
Iceland. Every man in the country
is in some way the descendant of a
king—that is. Norse sea-kings, whA
fled to the islands in the ninth cen
tury and peopled them.
In spite of his home spuns, his turf
hut, and his primitive life, every good
Foroese is conscious and proud of
his ancestry, and he bears himself
like a prince. He has no newspapers
or social problems; but he knows the
history of his island home, and he is
a constant reader of books, mostly
Danish. His literary taste is inferior
only to that of the Icelanders, who
for 1,000 years have raised and main
tained an ideal national literature o t
merit.
PAINTS AT COST
Don’t Be Too Fresh
You sometimes hear
people say but they TSI
never say that to their
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the market
One Trial Convinces
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IN TIME
“But You’ll
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KINDS BUILDING MATERIAL,
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Sash, Doors, Blinds, Mouldings, Finest Stock in the
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Contractor
Estimates Furnished
on Construction Work
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