The San Francisco call., 1910-10-16

To emphasize the situation the coiored
waters seemed to bow and scrape and grin
and "abject" themselves more toward these
two men than toward any others of the as
Sembled guests the boat.
nudged my friend and whispered. Look
at the end of the table; DO you recognize
anybodyg Well in moment or two ne
replied. 81 know Daniel and Henry fairly
well.fo engrayings OF them hung upon the
walls OF our schoolroom, and | knew those
two men as well as / knew my own pa, and
there they are, the both of them. Well, 1
neverr
Daniel webster was very quiet man. given
to deck promenading with his head resting
forward and chin in toward and above his
chest, and so pondering he walked 20 and fro,
working our great problems of state, perhaps.
or preparing for a speech that was to eiectri-
~ his listeners. Henry Clay sought the refuge
and seelnsion Of his own stateroom to In
dplge, perhaps, In quiet weed that has made
his name famous.
A landing of unusual interest, roustabouts
hustling on and off shore, singing and shout
ing,s gave my friend an opportunity to break
in on Danisl, He was stone mason. He had
lived in MILWAUKEE," but was going down
river 10 try for job in new town.
What drove him from .Milwarkie" the
Dutch He was surrounded. he said with the
Dutch, and the Irish and the Dutch won't mix.
The last straw that broke the camers back
was when sauerkraut loving neighbor called
and asked for the loan of bit of bacon that
she could borrow to boil with her sauerkraut
and afterward return. And what" he
claimed, would I be doing wild that bacon
after them Dutch had boiled sauerkraut wild
it?" And SO our Websterian romance was
shattered.
Well. Henry Clay was left and we saw
nothing of him until the boat had showed
her shallow nose upon the shallower bank
and dropped her landing plank and we were
all ashore and at the hotel In the mean
time, Daniel proving good talker, like his
reverend ancestor, and having admittedly
kissed the blarney stone been born within
sight of it, which is just good If not better,
he ''blarneyed' away by the hour and gave
US much information about the. green isle,
the people, the bogs and the peat, the agri-
cultural possibilities, the days of plenty and
the long hungry days when the potato crop
was failure. He told of the moonshine
and the peaty taste and flavor and he smacked
his lips in so doing, showing the freshness
of his memory, and all this led to but one
Mecca, the steamers bar where comparisons,
odious they may be, were made, to the
detriment of every whisky ever distilled, ex-
cept that made beyond the pale of the Irish
'constabulary, otherwise, the law in Ireland.
He told of the poaching days in the
Irish streams and lakes and of the big sal
mon and lordly trout that puzzled the game
wardens as they saw them exposed for sale
on the fshwives' boards in the market place
OF the ways and means to outwit the minions
of the law and how the watchers were
watched better than they knew, and when
they went one way in quest of poachers the
poachers went another in quest of fish and
got them undisturbed from any interference
And we stood at the hotel clerks desk
Henry Clay, with measured step and
pensive mien, mount the stairs to his room
above. So, making bold, we asked the clerk,