The Nome daily nugget., 1914-02-03

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 What pitiful tale of the sea comes to us from Falmouth where. within iiPht of the goal of their long months ot striving the men of the bark Hera vent down to defeat overwhelmed by t!" forces of nature with which they h"' battlcd so valiantly and so long.
 ihe sea is ever a treacherous mis- u""s and those who cast their lot npon it's tractless wastes are men who have the sand to fight such a battle is the crew of the Hera put up from tne time their ship left the shores of Scuth America until some of them lost the fight and sank beneath the waves in sight of their own homes. It was
 grand fight and noble death, for th' heroes who went down stayed with their ship that their comrades might h" saved. None of the crew deserted the bruised and battered hulk until III hope was gone. Men. These En- "lish sailors on board of the bark Hera were men everyone of them They fought the fight to the end and they almost saved their ship. Had the tide turned, for instance before the vessel s;,rged onto the rocks. just the little turning of the tide. the good old hulk that had weathered the gales of two oceans might have come into the har- Dor safe, with her crew and her cargo. It seems such very little thing. this thing that the hand of man may not accomplish with the great ocean of nature.
 There is another mistress of the SC ms of men which is almost as treach erous as the workable sea. Another mistress. who. like the sea. calls only the best and the bravest. Calls the men who will fight it out through the seasons gales ad work the hulk of shattered fortunes home into the har- bcl of prosperity. Such q mistress is the new ad undeveloped land. Such H mistress is Alaska. and such q mis- tress is this particular part of/Alaska which we are in.
 May we not imagine that Nome is somewhat like the bark Hera? Ger tainly Nome started out on n pros porous voyage and certainly the first leg of the cruise was a glorious. tear ing race down the sea lanes of achieve ment, before ripping breeze of plenty No skipper and no ship which sails tthe seas of Neptune or the oceans of development can count on good wea = ther and a fair breeze for the entire cruise. There are bound to come days "f striving against head sea and bafTling wind days when the sky is overcoast and the barometer is dip- ping lower and lower.
 No pilot may be sure of his recon ming and no navigator may prick his position on the chart with absoluta accuracy at all times There are days When the sun is hidden and nights when the stars are beclouded. when no sight may be taken.
 Tn times like these the skipper runs ty dead reconning or by lead and log and if his heart be stout he will jam the old craft through any stress of weather until the home port is sight ed
 The true sailor and the true pione ,r and the true man does not give UT and let the ship sag from her course I eoause of temporary misfortune. be- cal use the winds have not held true c because he has not made his port when he had figured on lifting the land on his bow.
 And when he has made his landfall when he swings in between the head lands of the outer harbor and the an chorage is in sight. suppose there are