The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1941-01-23
Nautical Novelties
This Land and Flag

"What is the love of country
for which our flag stands? May
be it begins with love of our
land itself. It is the fog rolling
in with the tide at PASSPORT,
or through the Golden Gate and
among the towers of San Fran
cisco. It is the sun coming up
behind the White Mountains,
over the Green, throwing a
shining glory on Lake Cham
plain and above the Adiron-
dacks. It is the stored Mississ-
ippi rolling swift and muddy
past st. Louis, rolling past Cal
70 pouring past the levees
of New Orleans. 1t is lazy noon
tide in the pines of Carolina, it
is a sea of wheat ripping in
western Kansas, it is the San
Francisco peaks far north across
the glowing nakedness of Ari-
iona, it is the Grand CANYON
and a little stream coming down
out of a New England ridge,
in which are trout.
1T is men at work. It is the
storm-tossed fishermen coming
into Glouchester and Province
town and Astoria. 1t is the far
mer riding his great machine
in the dust of harvest, the dali
ryman going to the barn be-
fore sunrise, the lineman mend
ing the broken wire, the miner
drilling for the blast. It is the
servants of fire in the murky
splendor of Pittsburgh, between
the A1legeny and the Monon-
gahela, the trucks rumbling
through the night, the loco
motive engineer bringing the
train in on time, the pilot in
the clouds, the riveter running
along a beam a hundred feet in
air. It is the clerk in the office,
the housewife doing the dishes
and sending the children off to
school. It is the teacher, doctor
and parson tending and helping
body and soul, for small reward.
"It is small things remem-
bered, the little corners of the
land, the houses, the people
that each one loves. We love
our country because there was
a little tree on a hill, and grass
thereon, and a sweet valley be-
low; because the hurdy-gurdy
man came along on a sunny
morning in a city street; be-
cause a beach or a farm or a
lane or a house that might not
seem much to others was once,
for each of us, made magic"
A Sailors Attempt to Repair
The Sil0
From the files of one of our
destroyers comes the following
copy of a letter written by a
seaman to his Commanding Of
ficer, explaining his reason for
being two days overleave.
US.S. Long 20 Sept, 1887
From: Door, w. T., Seaman End
class.
To: Commanding Officer.
Subject: Overleave, reason for.
1. On 7 September 1887, T left
the ship on 10 days leave to
visit my brothers farm in Cob>
blerock, Arkansas.
2. On 10 September, my bro
theirs barn burned down, all
except the brick Silo which
was damaged at the top by the
bolt of lightning which started
the fire.
3. On II September he decided
to repair the silo right away
because he had to get his corn
in 1t. was going to help him.
4. I rugged a barrel hoist TO
the top of the silo so that the
necessary bricks could be hois-
ted to the top of the silo where
the repair work was going on.
Then we hauled up several hun
dred bricks. This later turned
out to be too many bricks.
5. After my brother got all
the brick-work repaired there
was still a lot of brick at the
top of the silo on a working
platform we had built. I said
I would take it all down be-
low. So I climbed down the lad
der and hauled the barrel all
the way up. Then I secured the
line with a sort of slip knot so
I could undo it easier later.
6. Then I climbed back up
the ladder and piled bricks into
the barrel until it was full.
7. I climbed back down the
ladder. Then I united the line
to let the bricks down. How
ever, I soon found the barrel
of bricks was heavier than
was and when the barrel start
ed down, I started up. I thought
of letting 60, but by that time
I was 50 far up I thought it
would be safer to hang on.
8. Half way up, the barrel hit
me on the shoulder pretty hard