Connecticut western news., 1920-04-29

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 At the end of an hour Harvey wanted terribly to rest, but also for the first time in his life he was one of a working gang of men; and so. beginning to take pride in the thought he held on grimly. Not till the last fish was slowed below did man rest. But when that moment came! Diskn and Old Salters rolled toward their cabin hunks, Manuel and Long Jack went forward. Tom Platt waited only long enough to slide home the hatch.
 All hands were below and asleep, except the two boys; they had to stand watch; so by and by the moon looked down on one slim boy in knick- erbockers, which was Harvey, stag gering around the cluttered deck: while behind him, waving knotted rope, walked another boy, which was Dan, yawning and holding between taps he dealt the first boy to keep him awake.
 The "We're Here" was on salt fishing trip which meant four months away from home; so there was time for Harvey to learn many strange new things If he cared to. After time, as the pride in honest work well done began to grip him, he cared. He learned to fish from a dory; to make his way in safety around heaving vessels deck; to know what each rope and sail aboard a vessel was for. Disko allowed him, when the wind was I %ha berth to another, and wonderful was Harvey's sense of power when he first i felt the vessel answer to his touch of the wheel. Almost did he come to understand, as a fisherman under stands, the never-absent dangers of ! the banks, the eternal fogs, the tides, | the gales, the wicked seas; and learned, too, fishermen's opinion of the officers of the great steamers who, after cutting a vessel down, raise high | hands to heaven and swear with unanimity that the careless fisherman had never-absolutely never-shown so much as a single light.
 He saw one day foul, draggled, un- kempt vessel heaving up past the "We're Here," for all the world like blowsy, frousy, bad old woman sneer- ing at a decent girl, saw her sail off and into a batch of watery sunshine and-go under, taking all hands with her! He saw, while his hair stood on end, whiteness moving in the white ness of the fog with a breath like the breath of a grave; and then he heard roaring plunging and spouting; that was his first iceberg. He saw the surf break over Virgin Rocks; and the fish strike In so thick on a shoal that scores of dories stood riding gunnel to gunnel while their crews battled for the catch. He saw q gale break so sudden and fierce that everywhere on the sea were men in dories cutting riding lines and racing for their vessels, but some never making their vessels. ,
 So he passed four busy, wonderful months, growing in body, mind and soul with every hour that passed; and then came the great day when they left the banks for home. Toll hardship and danger were now mostly behind them; there was left little to do but stand watch and study the folding and packing away of the morning mists, the hurry of winds across the open spaces, the glare and blaze of the high sun; to harken to the grinding of the booms against the masts, the creaking of the sheets against the pitts, the sail filling to the roaring winds.
 Now about the time the "We're Here," a hundred quintals of fish in her hold, was laying her course for
 Gloucester, Harvey's father was be-
 ginning to wonder in his mahogany
 offices in Los Angeles if it wasn't a better game to drop the ceaseless struggle for more power and wealth.
 What was the use of it all-with no son to hand it to? He was still won. dering when one day an excited sec.
 retary brought him a telegram.
 It was from Harvey safe in Glouces ter. MT. Cheyne laid his face down on his desk, breathed heavily for awhile; and then, heaving orders
 right and left, started that run of
 which railroad men talked for many a day. Three days and half 1t was from coast to coast, with railroad spe.
 cialists along the way dividing huge bonuses; for it was the great Harvey Cheyne who was racing East to see his rescued boy, and the boys mother was with him.
 Not without fear did he meet that boy. He had 3 memory of a pasty. faced, bad-mannered lad. What he met was a boy with toughened figure | and a keen, clear eye.
 Railroads, lumber, mines-such things did not interest young Harvey.
 What his heart yearned for was to | some day manage his fathers newly purchased sailing ships on the Pacific Coast. The ships he got when he wss l ripe for them; and for Dan, son of Disko Troop-seeing that he could not l -hn crnt hc..4 h