, 1905-05-31

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suddenly they were surrounded by
wild cattle, headed by a bull, and only
escaped by climbing a magnolia tree,
and casting down their shawls which
the Infatuated cattle tramped in the
mud.
I'm Old Tales Retold,n Mr.. Martin
dale tells how the unprecedented
savages fought and died on the Five
Mile Beach long before the advent of
the white man, whose spade had
turned up the trimmed flakes of flint.
broken pottery, and the remains ofelk,
deer, bear, beaver, fox, r%accoon, musk
rat, and other denizens of the forest.
Then, the old chronicler, De Vries, in
1888, tells of whale fishing, and the
capturing of seven out of Il school.
Then six whales were taken in 171S
and also in 1852, and Lieutenant Rob
ert Evelyn saw in 1914 wild swans,
geese, ducks, wild pigeons, turkeys,
and bison, black-bear, panthers,
wolves, foxes, offers, deer, and beavers.
The old settlers must have had good
times, but mark the three stages-the
Indians, the settlers, and the present
day trippers. A touching story of the
great storm in 1927, which wrecked so
many vessels, is told of a fisherman,
who, collecting wreckage, found Il
cradle between two quarter casks, and
removing the oil-skin covering found a
child in the cradle which, with its bur-
den, he took home to his wife under
whose care the little girl-child soon
overcame its adventure. A written
paper found in the cradle told how
Captain Fame and his wife on a Boston
brig, having no hope of being saved,
had sent their baby girl in the trust of
Providence out to sea.
MI. Martindale then tells US that
Emeline Fame, as the child was
named, grew up to be a beautiful and
accomplished woman and went to
England on IA visit to relatives, and
here she was wooed and won by a
nephew of Warren Hastings, the
famous Goyernor-General of India.
Her husband died three years after the
marriage, and she married an Austral-
ian millionaire named Shellin. They
embarked on the Wanderer, a British
clipper ship bound for sydney, and no
tidings were ever heard of the vessel
thereafter. The deadly sea had re-
claimed the child of the wreck.
"The Hilarious Joys of Grabbing is
a humorous sketch of two ladies who
went a grabbing and caught numerous
crabs which, though they gave the
ladies no end of trouble, provided a
great deal of fun for others. Equally
interesting is the story of the oyster
catching and the clam catching, shells
of the latter, the size of dinner plates
have been dredged up from the deep
blue muds at Cape May and the Phila-
delphian scientists have pronounced
them to be at least l0, 1000 years old.
A BEAUTIFUL PREFECTURE
The gem of the booklet, however, is
the pen-painted soliloquy of "Our
Lake, bordered as it is 10y a forest of
spruce, cedar, and nackamack trees
which have tinctured its waters and
are alder bowers, owe and channels,
where the trappers find the mink, the
otter and other small animals, but
there are also the haunts of the great
moose and woodland caribou. There
are also on the margins of "Our Lake,
hiding places for the timid deer, which
gambol behind the brushwood screen,
and cosey corners where the moose
may nap without fear of the inquisitive
and prying hunter.
Then the specked and spotted trout
of the pools have provided many a
breakfast for the camping sportsman
before he sailed forth to peep at the
big game breakfasting on the moss and
lilly-pads, which, in profusion, kiss
the lakes tapping lips along its green
margins. In this lovely spot, MIR.
Martindale tells us that silence reigns
everywhere in this silent retreat where
no rush of restless waters or signing
breeze break the quiet stiffness, yet we
read that on the open lake spread out
before the hunter, with its tranquil
bosom shining in the sun, may now
and then be swept by a catspaw breezt
lust strong enough to throw light bands