The daily Alaskan., 1920-07-06

! while behind him, waving knotfed
 rope. walked another boy, which WAS
 Dan, yawuing dnd noddinS between
 taps ne dealt the first boy to keep him i awake.
 The "We're Here" was on q salt. | fishing trip which meant four months
 away from home; SO there was time : for Harvey to learn many strange new | things if he CarCd' tO. After lime. i as the priGp in honest work well done l began to grip him, he cared. He learn. cd to fish from dOry; to make his 1 way in safety arOand llcuylng ycs. seTs deck; 10 knUw what each rope and sail aboard vessel was for.
 DiSko allowed him. when the wind
 was light, to steer lhc vessel from
 one berth to anCJhcr, and wonderful i was llarycy'S sense of pOHCr when he l first felt the vessel answer to his touch of the wheel. Almost did he come to
 understand, as fShcrman under stands, the ucvCr-ahSCnt dangers Gf the banks, the eternal focS. the tides, the gales, the wicked seas; ana learn.
 ed, too, fishcrmen's opinion of the o.;i. cers of the great steamers who. ufter | cutting vessel Gowa, m.se high hands to heaven and swear with
 unanimity that tie careless fisherman
 had never-abSolutcly ncvcr-shown so much as single light.
 He saw onc day foul. dravgIeh. un.
 kempt vessel hcaying up past the Were Here" for all the world Ike a blOwsy, frouSy, bad old woman on and into q batch of walcry sun shine and-go under. taking all hands with her! He saw. while his hair stood on end, whilcncss moving in the whitencsS of the fog with q breath like the breath of a grave; and then he heard rearing. pIungirg and SpOu'ing; that was his first ic"Ie"g. He saw the surf hToaE over Virgin Rocks; and the fish strike in so thick on q ShOal that scores of dOrirs stood riding gunnel to gmncl while their crews hattlrd for the catch. He aw q gale break so sudden and fc.c That everywhere ca lEn sea were men in lurirs cutting riding lines and racing for their vessels. hut some never max ing their vessels.
 So he passed four busy wonderful months. growing in lmIy, ujud and sorI with every huGr thaf passed; and then came thc great Gas whnn they left the hanks fer home Foil hardship and danger were u0w most Iy behind them; there was left little to do but stand watch and study the folding and packing away of ilC morn ing mists, tEc hurry of winds across the open spaces. the glare and h,a2e of tie high sun; to harken 10 thc grinding or inc hOOmS against the mastS, the crral;;ng of tho shcc,s against the hi!ls the sail filling to lie roaring winds.
 Now about the time the Were Here" a hundred quintals of fish iT her hold, was laying her course for Gloucester, Harvey's father was be- ginning to wonder in his mahogany offices in Los Angeles If 1t wasn't better game to drop the cGaScless struggle for more power and wealth. What was the use of it all-with no son to hand 1t to? He was still won dering when one day an excited sec retary brought him q telegram.
 It was from Harvey, safe in GlOu- cester. MT. Chcyne laid his face down on his desk, brcathcd heavily for awhile; and then, hcaving orders right and left, started that run of which railroad men talked for many day. Thrce days and half 1t was from coast to coast, with railroad spe- ciallsts along the way dividing huge bonuses; for it was the great Harvey Cheyne who was racing East 10 see his rescued boy, and the boys mother was with him.
 Not without fear did he meet that boy. He lad memory of pasty- faced, bad.mannered lad. What he met was hcy with tOughencd figure and a keen. clear eye.
 Railroads. lumber, mines-such things did not interest young Harvey. What his heart sycarned for was to some day manage his fathers newly purchased sailing ships on the Pacific Coast. The ships he got when he was ripe for them; and for Dan. son of Disko TroOp-sceing that he could not offer money-he got q berth, as mate of one of them, with the promise that some day he would go master of the best he could build.
 Great ships these of my fathers? Oh, yes," says Harvey. '"But back in Gloucester are the able little vessels. The We're Here, she's one: owe heap to her-to her and her crew" Copyright, 1919, by Post Publishing Go. CThe Boston Post)' Printed by permis-
 sion of, and arrangement with. Century Co.,, authorized publishers.