The Ketchikan miner., 1908-02-15

the death of Mrs. Robson, at Pacific Grove, Cal on the 3rd inst. Mrs.
 Robson was the mother of Mrs. E. A.
 Eardiey, a lady we'll known here. and
 who has wide circle of friends in
 this neighborhood.
 The Bonita came in about noon with
 q catch of about }, GOO pounds of hai-
 but, which are being packed and box ed at the f'rye-Bruhn cold storage
 plant. There have been some receipts
 by other packers, and the Uncle Ben
 has gone to kasaan bay after a scow load awaiting her there and expecting to return this evening.
 While it is not to be presumed thHt the Christian Science theory has se- cured a odgment in the minds Of the natives eabouts. the manner in which the parents of the children who were so severely scalded by the over turning of the boat in which they were making coffee, reported yester- day, disregarded. if they did not scoln any thing in the shape of medica' help, would seem to point it such conclu- sion. The children were brought here Monday night and to a physician who dressed their burns, after which they repaired to a house in the native set clement, where the doctor calling the next day found that they had remov- ed the dressings from the children. and was given to understand that his services would be no longer required. As stated yesterday the little girl died later, and the parents finally consented that the other might be placed in competent hands for care and atten- tion. It is probable that the little girls life might not have been saved ia any event, but it is evident that some more etfectual means than any DOW in vogue should be adopted to force upon the native people realization of their duty in such cases.
 Some years ago today a little babe uttered it's first crv No one paid much attention to the cry except its mother and it's dad. Some years later this babe, now grown to manhood saw some slaves sold as so much mer- chandise. A cry rose in his heart and well nigh choked him, but no one paid much attention to him. But deep down in his soul he muttered, "Give me..a chance at this thing and I'll smash it to smlthereens, or words of that ilk. More years passed over his head aud this fellow was presiding over 5he destinies of the American people, the toughest, longest, gawki- est President that ever entered the White House. No one had thought much of his noise up to this time but now the cry that he had smothered in his breast for so many years, breaking forth ever and anon because it would not be downed, broke out into q mighty shout that made the whole world sit up and take notice. In sten- toran tones he shouted, "The slaves must be free." Taking his pen in his hand he painfully scrawled in the ugliest handwriting that man ever penned, his name at the bottom of the document that set all the slaves free. Instantly a mighty chatter and rattle wai heard throughout the land as the shackles that had so long bound the American negro fell to the ground. Lincoln gave to the American people the biggest job they ever had. A scratch of the pen cannot make human beings out of human machines. Lin coln put it up to the people of the United States to teach the negroes TO scratch for themselves. But Lincoln must not be blamed for that-just as well censure the physician for the pain he causes his patient during an operation. They say that Lincoln was rough but, anyway, he blubbered like youngster when he walked the aisles of the hospital. They say be was gawky-well, maybe he was all joints but they did not tlphop very much when he thought a thing ought to be done, no matter who said nay. They say that he was irreligiouS, but many a Sunday preacher saw this irreligi- ous man in his pew earnestly intent on the mornings discourse, and more than one visitor to the White House had to wait while this gawky old fel-. low got up and brushed the dust from bis knees. They say that he was un- educated, but his words and addresses, are among the classics of America. They say that he was ro statesman, but he saw many years farther into, the future than any of his brother statesmen. They say-but who cares what they say. Lincoln had il heart as hard as flint aud as soft as wC- mans; his eye was keen and clear, but it saw few faults in his brother man: his tongue was quick and ready, but it never harmed any man: his mind was deep and serious, but it could fashion jokes and solve the pei ty troublse of a little child. Lincoln as MAN and you had better spell it i n ranital lpttnrs