THOSE THAT ARE LEFT.
Mid all the onrush of the world;
- Neath blazoned conquest’s flags unfurled;
Remember, when the foe's downhurled—
Those that are left!
Not they who fell beneath thy power;
Not they who helped thee scale the tower;
But they who missed the tidal hour—
Those that are left!
Not few! not few! nor yet to blame
That never riches, power, or fame
Came nigh to conjure with their name—
Those that are left!
Not few! Not few!
With careless hand and eyes askance,
Hurls, without destiny, his lance.
Those that are left!
The maid unsought.
The child untaught.
The gray head, disillusion-bowed—
They are the
Remember!
Man who art a god!
When, head erect, thou walk’st abroad—
Remember those who kiss the rod—
Those that are left!
— Stephen Chalmers, in the
The god of chance,
The cripple cowed.
Man unendowed.
left!
New York Times.
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“It’s the expert swimmer who usu-
ally gets drowned,” said Jackson,
throwing down the newspaper he had
been reading aloud, and gazing off
upon the lake. *I insist that my boy
learn to swim, but right there I stop.
I don’t want him to be what they
call a ‘crack’ swimmer.”
“What are your reasons, Fred?” I
asked carelessly.
“The expert is too venturesome,”
he replied. ‘He overestimates his
powers, takes chances, gets exhaust-
ed, or is seized with cramp, and goes
down. Every one should swim well
enough to keep afloat for a time in
an emergency. That degree of skill
would save hundreds of lives now lost
through complete ignorance of a very
useful art. But everyone also should
have a wholesome respect for the su-
perior power of nature. The expert
loses that respect; the indifferent
swimmer knows his limitations, and
keeps within the margin of safety.”
“Your theory is certainly plausi-
ble,” I admitted, “but how about your
ewn experience? You're a crack
swimmer, and you have never been
drowned.”
“To all intents and purposes I have
" been,” he said, earnestly. “True,
they revived me before life was quite
extinct, but I had all the sensations
of 'a drowning man, and lost con-
sciousness as completely, if not as
permanently, as if I had been dead.
‘And I also fully illustrate the fool-
hardiness of the expert, precisely as
did the lad mentioned in the article
I have been reading. :
“The thing happened nineteen
years ago this summer, while I was
here on a visit to my uncle. I had
won two swimming races that season,
and felt as much at home in the water
as I did on land. I think I can truth-
fully sey that I had absolutely no
sense of fear when swimming—like
the young fool that I was!
“1 heard that Davy Brown, father
of Isaac Brown, you know, had set a
number of lines for sturgeon out
there in the lake, and I wanted to see
how that type of fishing was conduct-
ed. When he and his son-in-law,
Henry Simmons, went to visit them
one morning, I asked and réceived
permission to go along.
“We rowed out in a heavy scow—
“the kind they used to draw their |
seine with — and the trip took some
time, deceiving me as to the actual
distance. I estimated it at less than
a mile, because their boat rowed like
an ore barge; but we must have gone {
faster than I thought, for the distance
to the bar is approximately a mile
and a half.
“I had on swimming tights, and :
the moment we reached the shallows
on the ‘old bight’ beach, as they call
the bar—out where you see the waves
breaking—I sprang overboard. The
water at that point was not more
than two feet in depth, and I waded
across to where they had a spar as
thick as my leg deeply planted among
the rocks. It stood fifteen or twenty
feet out of water. :
“The fishermen had a guide lire
leading straight out from the spar for
about forty yards, to where one end
of the set line was anchored. The
set line, kept afloat by kegs used as
buoys, extended along the deep water
outside the bar and parallel with it
for a hundred rods, to where there
was another anchor, similarly equip-
ped with guide line and pole.
fl
:
and along not a few other stretches,
too, for everywhere toward the north-
east shore of the bight the water was
at least breast deep. Finally, when
the end of the last line had been
reached, I climbed back into the scow
and helped to row it to shore. Thus
my first trip to the drowned beach
was, as you see, without incident.
“The second day following this trip
was a scorcher. The thermometer
registered ninety degrees in the
shade; and directly after my aunt's
noon dinner I resolved to cool off in
tue lake.
*“T walked the three miles to the
beach, and when I reached there was
dripping wet with perspiration. In I
plunged, with the smallest possible
delay, however; and the only wonder
is that I didn’t have a cramp at the
outset. .
“Near shore the water was almost
too warm, but once out a few rods,
I had only to let my feet down to
A usual demonstration.
the defense of a cannon by a
a horde of Moors.
the power of speech.
making his appearance on the
was still wondering what it all
represented,” he said.
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strike a temperature that seemed arc-
tic by comparison. The depths cf
the Great Lakes arealways cold.
“I had been accustomed to bathing
in the Atlantic, and thought I had
swum in fresh, it had been only dur-
ing contests of limited duration. The
Cifference in buoyancy is very percep-
tible, if you are not racing. I swam
a hundred rods or so from shore,
turned upon my back, and tried to
float. In five seconds I was stand-
ing upright, treading water. ;
“This was repeated again and
again; but at last I learned the knack,
and drifted easily for a long time—
perhaps an hour; much longer, in
fact, than I should have remained in
the water. The July sun was blazing
hotly overhead, but finally a chill be-
gan to peneirate my flesh, and scon
seemed to reach to the marrow of:
my bones. :
“I ‘turned over, to swim ashore,
when in an evil moment my eve fell;
upon one of the spars by means of
which the sei lines were guyed, and:
without thought, I started to swim
out there, my plan being to.stand
knee deep in the shallows till warmed
Brown through, and then swim ashore. Dis-| to the stick.
The soldier kills four of the enemy,
wounds a fifth, and then falls down exhausted, having lost
While this scene was being enacted, amid the intensest
excitement of the audience, a man dressed in the special uni-
form worn by the Spanish troops at Melilla tried to make his .
way down the aisle of the theatre, but being unable to get
upon the stage that way gained entrance by a side door and
in among the Moorish soldiers, gave them a good hammering
and carried the cannon off in triumph.
of the wings and made a speech.
“I am the soldier who performed the deed which is here
“My name is Pedro Cruz.
own hands I killed four Moors,
eun, all for the.honor of Spain.
but recovered it in the Military Hospital at Cartagena.
have been promoted to the rank of sergeant and to-morrow IT
am zoing to the palace to be received by the King.”
The audiciice developed hysterical symptoms of enthu-
jasm, interrupting the play by swarming on the stage and
aring the hero off on their shoulders in a wild tumult of
New York Dramatic Mirror.
I felt that I was making very little
headway, and was minded to turn for
the shore, I did not dare. For the
first time I was really worried, forced
to the conviction: that my strength
would be exhausted if I tried to cover
the mile of tumbled water between
me and the bach.
“I set my teeth and kept doggedly
at it, husbanding my breath and fight-
ing off the sharp pain that kept re-
turning to the muscles extending
from beneath my right shoulder-
blade down to my hip. For ten min-
utes I seemed to gain hardly at all,
but I really was going ahead, though
slowly, for suddenly the breakers
were on both sides of me, and the air
was thick with spray. In a few sec-
onds I was clutching the spar, with
my back turned to the wind.
“It seemed as if the waves were
high enough and extended deep
enough to expose the sand and rocks
between crests, but I could see noth-
ing but roily water, even in the
troughs. I lowered my feet to touch
bottom, and went down nearly to my
evebrows before my toes came in con-
tact with the boulders that were
piled about the foot of the spar. I
gasped, climbed hastily up the thick
stick, and looked about me.
“Then I knew that, instead of
swimming to the pole near which I
had alighted before, I had reached
one farther to the east, where the
water on the bar was deeper. But it
had then been only four feet in depth |
and was now nearly six. Were there
tides on the Great Lakes?
“There are such things, as I now
know, although the rise and fall or-
dinarily is only a fraction of an inch.
But a northwest wind will raise the
water two feet in this bight in a very
short time, if it blows hard enough;
and that squall was a record breaker.
Even with my back to the waves, I
soon became afraid of being smoth-
ered. I climbed higher and higher
up the spar.
“The land was hidden, the sky had
become a dull lead color, splashed
with black, and the thunder and
lightning roared and flamed inces-
santly. Just before the rain came—
and with it a slight lessening in the
violence of the gale—the highest
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wave of all broke over me with stun-
ning force. ;
“As it descended, I felt myself fall-
ing—and the spar falling, too. It
had pried loose at the bottom under
the impact, to which my weight gave
added force. Somehow I clung to the
stick, which, held in leash by the guy
line; rose and fell with the breakers,
now banging its water soaked butt
on the bottom, and again tossed high
in air, It seemed as if the life would
be beaten out of me by this pounding
alone, besides which I could catch my
breath only at intervals, and was half
smothered. - :
“The set line anchor dragged, and
inch by inch I drifted across the bar.
The deeper water inside no longer
rermitted the stick to touch bottom.
This was a marked relief, till the
anchor caught firmly against the out-
er edge of the bar, and the pitching
became so violent that I was sure that
I should be torn from the spar.
‘“‘Suddenly, however, just as my
strength collaunsed, ‘the pitching gave
place to rapid drifting; ne
had parted.
“About ten feet remained attached
I drew it in and began
and Simmons had three set lines,' tances on the water are deceptive, | feebly to wrap it about my waist ahd
fixed thus end to end, reaching near- and it seemed to me that the spar | the spar, to bind myself fast.
ly a mile, or most of the way across
the entrance of the bight. :
“There was merely a light breeze
at the time, and the low waves did
not break on the shallows as they do
now, so I was not bothered by them
as 1 splashed along; but I scon found
that where I had jumped from the
boat was the shallowest part of the
submerged beach. There also were
gaps in the bar, wide enough for
ship channels, where the water was
at least one hundred feet deep, per-
haps more. You can see three or
four gaps in the breakers from here
DOW.
“Well, I swam across those places,
was much nearer than the beach. :
“I must have been neariy a mile
from it, and the swim, in my chilled
condition, proved very exhausting. To
make matters worse, a thunder
storm was gathering in the north-
west, and the wind that preceded it
began to ruffle the lake. The waves,
converging on the bight, rose very
rapidly there. Within five minutes I
could hear them pounding on the
bar. i
“Of course I should have turned]
back at the first thunder peal, but
pride kept me going —- pride, igno-j
race of conditions on the lake and
of my own limitations. When at last!
I re-
member taking twe turns. After-
ward I must have taken another and
made a couple of half hitches, but I
do not remember doing it.
“I was drowning by inches—and I
knew it! I had no expectation of
reaching the shore alive, for I was
sure the breakers inshore would fin-
ish me; but I wanted the timber to
keep my body afloat.
“They say that when a man is
drowning his entire life passes like
a panorama through his mind. I
doubt it; certainly nothing of the}
kind happened to me. -Before the
pole came loose, I had been too scared
to think of anything except the perils
the guy line}
surrounding me. After that my mind
seemed sodden, like my body, and
there was.no consecutive thought,
only blind instinct.
“I felt as if an iron hand were
bound about my chest. Then con-
sciousness floated from me. The last
I remember was when the spar turned
over with me, plunging my head be-
neath the surface.
“It seemed only a second later,
though a half hour had elapsed, when
I opened my eyes and saw Henry
Simmons kneeling back of my head,
grasping my wrists and working my
arms like pumps. to force respiration.
I knew I had drifted ashore and been
picked up by the fishermen, but it
was an hour before I could converse
with them coherently.
“I was bruised and battered from
head to foot, and was sick in bed for
several days. Simmons had seen me
from the bluff and had dragged me
out of the breakers, or I should have
stayed drowned.
“I am now one of the few good
swimmers who have learned how
helpless a man can be when he is
really exposed to the fury of the ele-
ments. That, perhaps, is best of all;
but .only about one in a hundred
would have the good fortune to ac-
quire my experience and come
through it alive.”’—Youth’s Compan-
ion.
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ODD FACTS 3S
ABOUT TURTLES. 5
It has been said that the turtle,
like the whale, has no other enemy
than man, inasmuch as both the little
rious ways in practical immunity
from harm and the fear of sudden
death.
In many ways the turtle is ene of
the strangest of living things. Whales
must come to the surface frequently
to breathe, and it is pretty well
known what they feed upon.
The seal cannot remain beneath
the sea nearly so long as the whale,
and his food is very well known, but
‘the turtle, in all his varieties, in all
his ways, is a most mysterious ani-
mal. It does not, indeed, seem to
matter to him whether he stays be-
neath the surface for an hour or for
a week, nor does it trouble him to
need arises.
Your turtle is neither fish, flesh nor
fowl, yet his flesh partakes of the
characteristics of all three. Eating
seems a mere superfiuity with him,
since for weeks at a time he may be
headed up in a barrel, with tie bung
out, and emerge, after his long fast,
apparently none the worse for his en-
forced abstinence from food, from
light and almost from air.
In the whole category of animal
organisms there is none so tenacious
of life as the turtle. Injuries that
would instantly be fatal even to fish
leave the turtle apparently undis-
turbed, and his power of staving off
death is nothing short of marvellous.
Just so soon as a baby turile
emerges from the egg off he scutties
down to the sea. He has no onc to
teach him, no one to guide him. In
planted a streak of caution based
upon the fact that until a certain pe-
riod in his life his armor is soft and
no defense against hungry fish, and
he at once seeks shelter in the trowvi-
cal profusion of the gulf-weed, which
holds within its branching fronds an
astonishing abundance of marine life.
Here the young turtle feeds unmo-
lested while his armor undergoes the
hardening process.
Whatever the young sea turtle eats
and wherever he eats it—facts not
generally ascertained—one thing is
certain, it agrees with him immense-
ly. He leads a pleasant sort of life,
basking in the tropical sun and cruis-
ing leisurely in the cool depths.
Once he has attained the weight of
twenty-five pounds, which usually oc-
curs within the first year, the turtle
is free from all danger. After that
creature and the big pursue their va-
spend an equal time on land if the,
his curious little brain there is im-'!
Repairs to Macadam.
Attention is called to the experie
ments made by the Office of Publie
Roads, wherein it was shown by in-
stantaneous photography that the
damage to the roads was produced
by the rear or traction wheels of mo-=
tor cars, and particularly at a speed
above twenty-five miles an hour. The
force with which they were propelled
was sufficient to cause a marked slip
upon the surface of the hard road-
bed, such as is often seen in an exag-
gerated manner on a frozen surface.
The question is raised, Mr. Rich-
ardson states, as to the policy of con-
structing so large an extent of maca-
dam roads as has been done in the-
last few years, and as is proposed for
the future, without considering a sur-
face of bitumen, which, he says, at a
reasenable additional cost, may avoid
the existing conditions.
Several authorities are quoted as
to cost of repairs of macadam roads
under present conditions. A ‘road
near Lynn, in Massachusetts, of al-
most perfect macadam construction,
exposed to wind, sun and high-speed
automobiles, had to be resurfaced
after a single year’s service. W. C.
Carpenter, County Surveyor in York-
shire, Eng., reported at the Paris
Congress that the maintenance of
roads in his district was $482 per
mile in 1890, and $789 in 1908. Mr.
Hooley, holding the same position in
Nottinghamshire, states, that the
maintenance cost was formerly $250
per mile; now it is $750, and he ad-
vises a resurfacing with bituminous
macadam.—Good Roads Magazine.
Recent Experiments in Road Making.
In Missouri the earth of about half
a mile of road was taken out to a
depth of twenty to twenty-four
imches, and a width of twenty feet,
and was heaped beside the wide and
shallow trench thus made. A very,
heavy steam roller then rolled the
bottom of this exposed soil founda-
tion until it was deemed to be as com=
pact as it could be made by this
means.
A little at a time the earth which
had been taken from the roadway was
spread evenly over the bottom of the
trench, and rolled as thoroughly as
the foundation had been. This loose
earth was well sprinkled as the roll-
ing went on. In this way all the soil
that had been so removed from the
‘highway was returned and packed
down. Then soil was taken from the
sides of the roadway, put upon the
driveway and sprinkled and rolled as
thoroughly as the rest had been. BY
the time the road had been built up
to the required grade ample ditches
had been made by so taking the scil
from the roadsides.
They who designed and executed
this work believe that this road will
shed water, and be hard and smooth
under traffic, if care be used to keep
its foundation well drained, and its
surface properly dressed by frequent
and timely use of the road drag.
. The cost of making such road was
no fish or mammal, however raven- |
ous, however well armed with teeth,
‘interferes with the turtle.
When once he has withdrawn his
head from its position of outlook into
the folds of his neck between the two
shells, intending devourers may
struggle in vain to make an impres-
‘sion upon him. — From Harper's
Weekly,
Cause of Some Mysterious Fires.
A man who has accumulated a
great deal of definite information
about many things remarked to Tip
recently that he believed many fires
of mysterious origin have been caused
by the carelessness of painters, pol-
ishers or decorators. Referring to a
fire of this description in a large
apartment house, he said: “Call up
the Fire Marshall and ask if men in
any of those trades were at work in
the building.” The answer was:
“Yes, painters and decorators had
p
been working on the ninth floor.” —
New York Press.
The people who are satisfied to
take things:as they come get the
leavings. : 8 :
comparatively small.—Good Roads
Magazine.
A New Road Plan For Nebraska.
Governor A. C. Shallenberger has
outlined a good roads plan which he
is reported as stating that he will
recommend to the legislature.
The plan involves the taxation of
automobiles at the rate of one dollar
per horse power per year. This the
Governor thinks would bring into the
treasury about $150,000 per annum.
In addition to this, he would have the
legislature appropriate a similar sum,
which would make a road fund of ap-
proximately $300,000 a year.
In the distribution of the road
fund the Governor says: ‘The road
fund would be apportioned en a per«
centage basis among the countied
willing to make local appropriations
for road building, the State to fur-
nish twenty per cent. of the amount
appropriated by the county, and the
building of main roads east and west
through the counties accepting the
provisions of the act will be pro-
vided. for.—Good Roads Magazine.
Not So Darned Famished.
A man was telling about an ex-
citing experience in Russia. His
sleigh was pursued over the frozen
wastes by a pack of at least a dozen
famished wolves. He arose and shot
the foremost ones, and the others
stopped to devour it, But they soon
caught up with him, and he shot an-
other, which was in turn devoured.
This was repeated until the last fam-
ished wolf was almost upon him with
yearning jaws, when—
“Say, partner,” broke in one of the
listeners, “according to your recok-
ing that .ast famished wolf must have
had the other ’leven inside of him.”
“Well, come to think it over,” said
the story-teller, maybe he wasn’t so
darned famished after all.”—Every-