Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-10-29

| This man, English, of course, came 10 q
| steep hill. heavy pitch down and q hard
| pull up the other side. He had been In
stIucted to rough-lock down and block his
| wheels going up. Well, when he saw the
| hill he took the rough-lock chain and hob
bled both steers. SO that they might not
| go down too fast. We are left to guess
| how they got down, but when he was ready
to go up the other hill he rough-locked the
| rear wheels so that there would be no
| danger of the load running back when he
| rested the cattle.
| Another Englishman who has made good
an English gentleman he would be called
| where they distinguish between man and
| a gentleman-sits at the same table Win
| me. Six years ago they were selling farm
| lands not far from Winnipeg for taxes.
| This gentleman noticed eighty acres, ad-
| joining some land he owned. advertised for
sale. and he bid 1t in-s6.40 for the eighty.
Two years and half the owner had to
| redeem his land by paying the taxes and
| 10 per cent. but the landlord came never
| to claim his own. and in due course the en-
| terprising Englishman got Torrens title
| to the eighty acres. He shows the deed
together with the history Of the land. He
| holds the land still. but could have sold
| it for $40 an acre many a time.
Encouraged by this. he bid in 305 town
| lots in and about Winnipeg. His total cash
outlay on these lots was $4O6.25, balance in
| five years. with nothing to lose but the
| lots.
He has sold 100 for over $500 lot, and
even at that figure when he unloads he
will have received in cash $91, 500.
The small boys of this earth are very like
the nations thereof-eXcept Japan.
First boy, face against the window, sob
bling softly.
Second boy coming round the corner:
Hello. Jimmie! who hit your
'Nudder boy
Bigger ner me?'
Third how coming with his nIlllpd
down over his freckled face: Say, l hit
i'm. see? Now what yez goin' to do about
it?'
Second boy. sizing him up: "Nothin';
serves i'm right-hit i'm agin.''
Some children were playing in the public
! park in Vancouver. This park is simply a
tract of land on a narrow peninsula, a bit
of typical Pacific coast forest, with walks
and drives, bears, monkeys and bald
eagles, running rivulets, with miniature
lake where poke and pelican play peek-a-
boo with SightseerS, and where sea lions
are corralled and all sorts of strange wild
| water fowl are Gagged and screened in from
the world.
peculiar feature of this park is the
darkness and density of the forest into
which you walk the moment you leave the
trail. You might pass a person a rod
away and he would not be able to see you
| nor hear you, because OF the density of the
growth and the soft, springy moss with
which the earth is carpeted, like the valley
of the Klondike.
Native pine and cedar trees tower a hun
dred, maybe two hundred. feet high, and
tall spruce grow out of the trunks of fallen
cedarS that seem never to rot.
South of the park lies the city and north
the narrow neck of the sea that rubbers
round the pc mt of land where the light
house stands. Directly across the inlet,
perhaps mile wide here, there is a Roman
Catholic mission, where Indians are, made
over From the stony shore where the
chapel stands an Indian canoe was launch
ed this day, and in this canoe with the In
dian boatman were his wife, his sister and
his three children. An Alaskan steamer
was Steaming in and an ocean liner leav
ing for the orient They passed each other
in the narrow neck, and in their wake, in
the twisting sea- the canoe was caught.
Tangled in the tide that was running strong
against the wind, the boat captiZed They
say the red man had firewater under his
wampum; anyway, he went down to rise
no more.
The children playing on the pebbled shore
and the people on the pier at the hotel
North Vancouver saw the shipwreck and
tried to signal the incoming and outgoing
boats, but in vain.
Instantly the Indian mother came to the
surface caught one of her babies in her
teeth induced the other two to cling to
her shoulders and swan for the shore
The children on the beach and the peo-
pie on the pier saw all this, and out from
the north shore another canoe shot to sea.
The tide would have taken the woman out
oceanward, but the wind helped her, and
she struggled on, her strong arms growing
weary with the heavy work and the great
weights she carried.
The men in the boat pulled hard but the
wind offset the tide, and it seemed to the
anxious watchers on the pier that hours
went by before the heroic mother and her
babies wet, limp and almost lifeless, We're
dragged aboard.
l had been strung so often, owing, l pre-
sumo. to my innocence and general YER
hat lot n s.
sion and verify the sad story. "Ouf.' said
the little French priest. "'Tis quite true;
but the babies die-all Of dem-only the
mother is save.
And now, if all Americans look alike to
Mr.. Carnegie, I'd like to hang hero
medal about this childless mothers neck.
If ever you go to Lake Abitibi, as you
are sure to do If you hunt for fish or fool
around in the forest, ask about Michael
White Bear If not before, you will go
when the Grand Trunk Pacific builds up
that way, for there lies virgin wider
ness.
Michael White Bear is an Algonquin fur
catcher, who used to envy his brother, but
he has ceased to do so now.
Michaels brother had a wife who was
withered and paralyzed so far as her lower
this aff1ction and it's consequent falling
| off, she weighed $50 pounds dressed. The
| withered one was seeress. she could tel
where was good hunting, and that S
one of the shalt nots He did secretly ana
snfuly covet his brothers wife, whom his
brother bore patiently upon his back, from
day to day, for she could not walk. She
had that fadeless fondness for shopping to
which all her sex are heir, and used to
compel her husband to tote her about the
| post when the goods were being delivered
and things were down to a-dollar-ninety-
| nine, or four skins less one feather. If her
| husband refused to carry her in the shop
| ping season she would funk in the fall
| and he would find no game.
But he was wise for his generation and
| took her out. and she showed him the way
| to the fur-folk who from year to year,
| were moving back into the forest.
| But Michael White Bear had hard luck,
coming frequently skinless to the Hudson
| bay trading post, which was all there was
| to this particular town by the beautiful
| Abittibi So, Michael, seeing his brother
| prosperous, and knowing why, did covet his
| brothers WIFE and he fell
1t was midnight in the deep dark forest,
| along the limpid lake and on the farther
| shore whence White Bears brother had
| gone to fetch some freight for the Hudson
| Bay Company 1t was midnight when Mi
| chael White Bear stole into his brother S
| house and kidnapped the seeress and car
| ried her away to the woods.
1t was noon by the sun when the absent
| one came home and heard what had hap
| pened. "Uh!' said the enraged man, deep
| ly and significantly, "Uhr'
| Two SHOWS come and gone, and Michael