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ones accustomed to the easier ways of life a wonder comes that a living can be wrestled from such meager resources as •surround these inhabitants of the land of Thor. And yet, as a class, a happier, less carefree, or more independent people, would be hard to find. Basic reasons for this, again speaking of the Norwegians of Norway as a class, are; a deep rooted respect for religious and parental authority, a strong belief in Scandinavian mythology, innnate honesty, outdoor life, habits of thrift, and the enjoyment of simple com munity pleasures without allowing a “crave” for unattainables to lessen the joys of what they have. Two busy towns remain clear in memory; Tromso, built on a small island about five mles long and Hammerfest, on the mainland, situated at seventy degrees, forty minutes North latitude. Although these towns are within the Arctic Circle the weather is not overly severe due to the warmth of the Gulf Stream. The en tire west coast of Norway owes its inhabit able existence to this stream for without it fjords, islands, lakes and land would be buried under a solid mass of ice and snow. Christiana Fjord, some nine hundred miles south, is frozen over for several months each year. Hammerfest is the world’s most northern city and is built on a flat ledge of rock along the base of hills that rapidly de velope into lofty, snow-capped mountains. Vegetation finds scant root hold in this stony locality, a few birch and dwarf pines being the only break in the austere predominance of the rugged, rocky coast. The buildings were all of wood, warmly built to withstand the rigor of the long frigid months. Wood and peat was al ready being dried and stored for winter’s use. A visitor to Hammerfest needs no explanation as to its means of support as it is clearly perceptible to at least three of the normally allotted five senses. One sees fish incessantly, tastes fish frequently, smells fish continually. In spite of the malodoriferous scent of diying fish a two days stay was an appreciated respite and afforded a chance to obtain some much needed rest while awaiting a boat bound for North Cape. >N» It is hard to become accustomed to per petual daylight with so many strange, stu pendous sights to be seen but nature finally asserted its self and retaliated by a full twenty-four hour period of refreshing sleep. This was followed by a ravenous appetite in the appeasing of which eggs, peculiar tasting cheese, flatbrod, barley cakes and even the inevitable fish was palatable. Hearing of a point of interest a mile up the coast we started for it, but as our informant neglected to tell us that a Norwegian mile is equal to nearly seven American miles we didn’t reach our destination for over two hours. Part 6f the way we walked between long rows of freshly caught cod, hung across poles to dry after being split from the head to within an inch of the tail fin. Back of these, on the flat, rockv ledges were great piles of partly dried fish corded similar to the way father years before had instructed us to pile the kitchen wood. Fish were everywhere—more fish than one would surmise the ocean could hold! Returning close to shore we saw, at the long, pile supported dock two boats load ing for the trip south to market. Hides, eider-down, barrels of whale oil and a few other commodities were stowed away, but the principle cargoes were fish. The excursion steamer on which we were to make the round trip, left at. five o’clock for the eighty mile run to North Cape. Steaming out through the Soro Sund we passed many small islands too bleak to be of any worth except as the nesting places for sea birds. Thousands of guillemots, a species of auk, were seen NORWAY (Continued from page 1) along the water’s edge and perched among the rocky crags. These and a few fisher men’s boats were the only signs of life, outside our own activities, in contrast with the rolling Arctic Ocean and the jagged, mountainous coast over which the oblique rays of the lowering sun reflected an iridescent splendor from the restless waves, the snowy peaks and a few fleecy, mackereled clouds high above. Anchoring close to the storm scarred base of North Cape we went in skiffs and laboriously climbed, by zig zag path, to the top of its bold head land towering a thousand feet above the sea. In this latitude, seventy-one degrees, eleven feet, forty-one inches north, the sun does not go below the horizon from June 10th to August 15th. Being a few days early did not detract from the solemnity of the sur roundings, for the day, or should it be termed night, was unclouded, the atmos phere crystal clear, revealing a view too limitless for mortal mind to fully grasp, or this pen to adequately describe. In front a vast expense of ocean, nothing more, under foot stupendous cliffs backed by still higher peaks in the distance, and over all a quietude, a grandeur, that al ternately inspired and oppressed by its awesome immensity. Across the northern sky the sun swung to the west; as our watches showed twelve it was due north a third of its diameter dipped below the skyline; a moments hesitation and it began to rise toward the east, a new day bom! Such spectacles are conducive to medita tion. How small our boat looked down below, how infinitesimal mankind and his boasted accomplishments, compared to the wonders of the universe. We left the lofty observatory feeling we had caught a glimpse of omnipotence through the realization of our own insignificance. To give more than a brief outline of the return trip would extend this paper be yond the customary time allotment. Much could be said of the picturesque scenes near Vestraalen, Helgeland, and Torghat ten, also of the stops made at Tromso, Svolv'ier, Bodo, Christiansund, Molde and the city of Bergen with its famous fiske tarvet (fish market), but it would, in gen eral, be but a reiteration of ideas already expressed. There is a similarity and still a distinct difference in the rugged, pictures que scenes along its 1,075 mile length; scenes that left such deep impressions that we hope to some day refreshen our time obscured recollections by a more prolonged visit to Norway. Note: Read before the Pierian Chau tauqua Circle, Sunday, January 14th, 1923. Forty-six years ago there was but one telephone in the world, the one which Bell invented; there were two telephone em ployees, Bell and his assistant. Today there are 14,000,000 instruments in this country alone, 21,000 central offices, 34,- 000,000 miles of wire, a working force of 300,000 persons, and a general telephone plant the value of which is more than $2,000,000,000. The British Select Com mittee on Telephone Service, March 22, 1922, reported that there was one telephone for 47 persons in Great Britian, one for 15 in the city of London, and one for eight in the United States, and it strongly recommended that the telephone and tele graph be separated from British postal func tions. The development and popularizing of the telephone in America have been due not to Government effort but to private initiative. The 19,000,000,000 messages sent annually are an eloquent example of effective business management.— Ex. The Judges of the Supreme Court of the United States receive $3,000 less salary than the judges of the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania. In England the Chief Jus tice receives $40,000; in the United States, $15,000. — Ex. WANT AD We often hear of the pathos to be found in want ads, but here is one that is so full of exquisite humor that we think it too good to pass up and so print it in full. WANT AD QUICKLY SELLS HUFFMAN’S “DEAD” HORSE Has to Turn Down Chances to Trade for Cider Mill and (Badly) Ford Car. You remember reading in recent issues of the News a “Want Ad” offering for sale a horse of peculiar characteristics and un certain pedigree. If you didn’t read it it’s your own fault, for we’ve been telling you there’s always something interesting in the News Want Ads. Well, this particular ad brought results, of course. They all do for that matter, but this one may have worked a little harder than the average one does, because it went more into detail. The advertiser took prospective buyers into his confidence —told them the whole truth —which is the secret of successful advertising. The ad was as follows: “For Sale—One male animal, alleged to be a horse. Age unknown, but in all probability was foaled sometime during the present century; 15.3 hands high, in clined to be angular. Harness will hang on him anywhere and at any angle. Con dition fair to middling; 11 ribs on each side; (you can count them for yourself) the rest of his anatomy fairly well con cealed. Four legs, one of them in excel lent shape—better in fact than many which have been in evidence of late. Two eyes which are normal for a horse of his age. Teeth need some repairs and some re placements. Any lady with plenty of time, patience and a good whip can drive him—and he will stand without hitching. This is probably the best thing he does. Price, with the usual factory guarantee, exceptions as above, sl2; price “as is,” without recourse, $10; halter extra. Ap ply Sam Huffman, Esmont, Va.” Esmont, Oct. 30.—Dear Scottsville News: Please accept my thanks for your efforts in my behalf and allow me to take this op portunity to state that I believe your pa per is decidedely the best advertising medium in this part of the country. The enclosed ad, which was inserted in one of \our recent issues, brought forth almost fifty replies; they came in person and by letter. I enclose one of the letters, indi cating that your paper is read by all classes —the rich as well as the poor. This hap pens to be one of the poor ones. I have several of the other kind but they are not quite so comprehensive and I am not send ing them. I sold the horse in question really before the ink had thoroughly dried on the edition of the paper in which the ad appeared, and was compelled to form the answerers, in person, in line at the barnyard gate to preserve older and avoid disturbances. The people of the Scottsville district sim ply hang over the gate watching for your splendid paper to arrive, and as soon as they read the For Sale Ads go running. I am thoroughly convinced that an ad in the Scottsville News will sell anything, and heartily recommend the paper to any one desiring to liquidate his visible assets, regardless of intrinsic, artistic or sentimen tal value. After the experience I have had, and the quick action secured, I can certainly speak with knowledge afore thought. Yours truly, Sam Huffman. Scottsville, Oct. 27. —Mr. Sam’l Huff man, Esmont, Va. Dear Sir: I note you advertise for sale in the Scottsville News a horse of unknown vintage and uncertain qualities. From your brief description I think I have a dead, or practically dead, match for this horse and should like to acquire another, as they seem to have a great many qualities in common and should go well together. I also have a large corn crop and at present prices feel that the corn can be fed to animals of this class with as much profit as any disposition I could make of it. However, being a far mer yourself, you will readily understand when I say that I haven’t the ready cash to pay for a horse although your price seems more than reasonable. Now, Mr. Huffman, I would like very much to own your horse and although, as I say, I haven’t the money, I wonder if we couldn’t get together in a trade. I have a number of articles which I might trade. I have a perfectly good cider mill which I bought about the time of the 18th amend ment. It cost me a great deal more than you ask for your horse but the late spring frosts the past few years have made a law-abiding citizen of me and I could part ith this article without inconvenience. I could trade off my orchard and not miss it but as this would be hard to move we will not consider it. If you are not interested in a cider mill how about a used Ford ? This is also hard to move at times but if I get your horse I might put him with mine and get it to you in this way. At any rate in case we trade I will guarantee delivery of the car if you will guarantee delivery of the horse. If you will not consider any of the above offers and must have cash, in case this is your wife’s driving horse, ask her if she will accept $9.98 for it. A prompt reply will be greatly appre ciated. Very truly yours, Jake Turnippseed, Combination Box No. 67, Scottsville, Va. WHEN ANDY LEWIS FOUGHT CHIEF CORNSTALK The battle of Point Pleasant on Septem ber 10, 1774, was the first “all-American” battle ever fought on this continent. Europeans had taken part in all important engagements before—French and Indians against British and Americans. But when Andy Lewis and his borderers battled with Chief Cornstalk and his Shawnees, it was strictly a native affair. Lewis was born in Ireland, but he had come to this country while still a child, and he was no less an American than the frontiersmen he led. He fought with George Washington in the French and In dian war and he became one of the greatest leaders of the colonial troops. He was six feet two inches tall and powerful. Lewis was chosen by Lord Dunmore in 1774 to lead a picked body of men against the Shawnees while Dunmore attacked them from another direction. Chief Corn stalk knew the two armies were coming and decided to defeat one before the other could join it—a favorite trick of Napoleon. The Shawnees attacked Lewis’ army early one morning. Lewis had taken out his pipe when the first shot was fired. He coolly finished lighting his pipe and then gave orders to his men, who rushed to meet the Indians. Both sides fought “Indian-fashion,” dodging from tree to tree and taking ad vantage of every bit of cover. The fight ing was at a close range and in the smoke f.lled forest frontiersman and Indian came band to hand—tomahawk against hunting knife. Late in the afternoon the Indians gave way, but there was no rout. Cornstalk was too good a general for that and the Americans paid dearly for every foot of ground they won. That night Lewis held possession of the battlefield, but he had won it at a terrible cost —75 men killed and 140 wounded. Andy Lewis and his bor derers had won the greatest Indian battle in early American history. Andy Lewis did net have a chance to make a name for himself in the War of the Revolution which soon followed. He was passed over for generals of less ability and he died in 1780, an embittered, broken hearted old man. His opponent, Corn stalk, met with a fatal ending. He came to Ohio, in 1777, on a friendly mission and was murdered by a mob of soldiers in revenge for the death of a comrade who had been killed by Indians.— Ex. jk H