[Ill.u.s.tration: An Ocean Policeman by Day.]
[Ill.u.s.tration: An Ocean Policeman by Night.]
And who would begrudge such protection to our fishermen? Their busy fleets are floating towns of industry, in which some thirty-three thousand men and boys are employed. In 1901 their harvest represented eight million six hundred and forty-seven thousand eight hundred and five hundred-weight of fish, and realised six million eight hundred and forty-eight thousand one hundred and ninety-two pounds in money. A very large portion of this came from the North Sea.
But such treasure is only secured at great danger and with loss of life.
In this same year 1901, over three hundred fishermen were drowned, some in wrecks and collisions, some in missing barks, and many by being dragged overboard by the c.u.mbersome fishing gear. At all hours of the day and night, at all seasons of the year, these perilous labours are carried on, and when we think of this, is it not some gratification to know that the rights and privileges of our fishermen are jealously guarded by such stalwart ocean policemen as the _Speedy_?
JOHN LEA.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I cannot bear to sit out here."]
WAITING.
In London town the streets are gay, And crowds go quickly by, It is a glorious summer day, But I sit here and sigh; The pavement"s hot, my feet are sore, Yet I must wait outside the door.
I cannot bear to sit out here, But I am tied up fast, I saw my master disappear, But I could not get past; "No dogs allowed inside this shop"
They said, so here I have to stop.
Ah! here he is, and off we go!
"Tis jolly to be free!
I bark, and do my best to show, As he caresses me, How much I love him, for to part From him I know would break my heart.
C. D. B.
THE FROG AND THE GEESE.
Two wild geese, when about to start southwards for the winter, were entreated by a frog to take him with them. On the geese consenting to do so if a means of carrying him could be found, the frog produced a stalk of long gra.s.s, got the two geese to take it one by each end, while he clung to it in the middle by his mouth. In this manner the three were making their journey, when they were noticed by some men, who loudly expressed their admiration of the plan, and wondered who had been clever enough to discover it. The proud frog, opening his mouth to say, "It was I," lost his hold, fell to the earth, and was dashed to pieces.
_From_ LA FONTAINE.
AN INDIAN CUSTOM.
"Look here!" said a young fellow as he opened the door of the log-house, in Canada, where he and a friend were "camping out." "See what I have found dangling from a tree in the forest;" and he held up for his friend"s inspection a tiny pair of leather moccasins gaudily embroidered with coloured beads.
"You must put those back where you found them," said his friend quickly.
"They are of no value," interrupted the other; "there is a hole in the toe. I expect some Indian mother hung them there to get rid of them."
"No! no! they were hung there because the child who wore them is buried under that tree, and these moccasins are put there for its use in the next world," explained his friend.
"Oh, if that"s the case!" said the young fellow, "I will go back at once, and replace the little shoes, for I would not hurt their feelings about their dead friends for anything."
So the little shoes were once more hung on the bough of the big fir-tree.
Mistaken as are the Red Indian"s ideas of the next world, he is yet as careful as we are to honour the last resting-place of his loved ones.
S. C.
THE BOY TRAMP.
(_Continued from page 15._)
CHAPTER III.
Mr. Turton lent me the newspaper in which he had read the account of the wreck of the _Seagull_, and upstairs, in the room which I shared with two other fellows, I sat down on my bed to master it.
It appeared that the skipper of the vessel, with seven of the crew, had been landed by a British cargo steamer at Hobart Town, Tasmania. The _Westward Ho!_ had picked them up in a small boat about seven days out from Capetown.
According to the story of the _Seagull"s_ skipper--Captain Wilkinson--she had experienced extremely bad weather for some days, and, becoming almost unmanageable, had been run down by a large liner in the middle of a dark night at the height of the gale.
Whether the liner was British or foreign, Captain Wilkinson could not state; but, in any case, she had continued on her way without attempting to stand by to save life. The _Seagull_ foundered in less than ten minutes, Captain Knowlton persisting in his refusal to leave in the first, and--as Captain Wilkinson declared--the only, boat which got away. He had done his utmost to stand by, in spite of the fury of the gale; but when day broke, and the storm to some degree abated, there was no sign of either Captain Knowlton or the _Seagull_. That she had foundered with the remainder of the crew and her owner the skipper had not the slightest doubt, although he went as far as to admit, to the newspaper reporter, the possibility that the small boat in which he had escaped might have drifted some distance from the scene of the wreck in the darkness.
My only gleam of hope was due to Mr. Bosanquet, although I felt inclined to discount this, because he was given to look at the brightest side of things, and often predicted fine weather just before a storm.
"Still," he urged, "you do not know for certain that Captain Knowlton was drowned. I admit there is a great probability that you will never see him again, but, after all, it is quite within the bounds of possibility that the skipper"s boat drifted away, and that the owner and the rest of the crew managed to leave the _Seagull_. Of course," he added, "if I am right, you are pretty certain to hear something farther in a week or two."
Accordingly I lived in the most acute suspense during the next few days; but the time pa.s.sed without news of Captain Knowlton, and such faint hope as I had cherished faded entirely away. In the meantime it seemed evident that Mr. and Mrs. Turton had not shared it. I learned from Augustus that his father had written to Mr. Windlesham, asking that I might be removed from Ascot House as a bad bargain.
Moreover, I began to observe a kind of resentfulness in Mr. Turton"s demeanour, and especially in his wife"s. It was rumoured in the school that they were "hard up," and hence the shorter supplies of meat and b.u.t.ter. But it was Augustus who first made me realise my new situation.
"I say, Everard," he said, when we were alone one day, "I should not care to stand in your shoes. Now Captain Knowlton is dead you cannot stay here, you know."
"Well," I answered, "who wants to stay? I am going to Sandhurst soon."
"I guess you are not, though!" he exclaimed. "There is no one to pay for you, and Windlesham is mean enough to say he won"t take you off our hands."
The entrance of Mr. Bosanquet put an end to Augustus"s gloomy forecast of my future, and, as the a.s.sistant master seemed to be the best friend I had left, I asked his opinion on the subject.
"Of course," he said, taking my arm, "it is a rather difficult position.
If Captain Knowlton has left a will with a legacy to you, there need not be much difference; but Mr. Turton is of opinion that if this were the case, he would have heard from the solicitor. Mr. Turton is a good deal perplexed to know what to do with you, though we will hope for the best, in spite of everything."