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 strokes, the jangle of chains and harness, and the snorting of busy teams. It would be a bad neighbourhood for the moose. Therefore, though the valley was a comfortable one for his winter quarters, the wise old bull wasted no time in coming to a decision. In a few throaty rumblings this decision was conveyed to the cow and calves. And with fierce resentment in his heart he led the way back into the depths of the forest, back, far back from the place of sudden peril. He would find his family a new home, remote and secure from the hungry pot-hunters of the camp.

The snow had held off unusually late that season, and even now, at the beginning of December, it was hardly a foot deep on the level. Moreover it was dry and light, so the going was easy for the migrant family. Travelling at a long, effortless trot, which seemed slow but nevertheless covered ground amazingly, the little procession pushed, in ghostly silence, deeper and deeper into the white, colonnaded glades of the fir forest. From time to time some drooping branch, snow-burdened, stirred at their shadowy passing and shook down its thick white powder upon their dark hides. Sometimes a startled snow-shoe rabbit leaped into the air almost beneath the great black leader's nose, bounded aside, and sat up, unafraid, on his haunches, with waving ears, to watch the inoffensive travellers go by. And once a big grey lynx,


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 meeting them suddenly, clawed up into a tree with a snarl and glared down upon them with round, moon-like, savage eyes, itching to drop upon the neck of the smaller calf, but well aware of the doom which would follow such rashness.

By sunset the travellers had put leagues of difficult country between themselves and the dreaded lumbermen. The wise old bull was not content, however, for he knew that the trail behind them was plain as a beaten highway. But he judged it time for a halt. While the shadows crept long and level and violet-black across the snowy glades, and the westward sides of the tree-tops were stained red-gold with the wash of the flaming sky, the travellers browsed hungrily on the fragrant twigs of the young birch and poplar trees and the sweet buds of the striped-maple saplings. Then in the fast-gathering dusk they all lay down to rest and ruminate for an hour or two, under the branches of a wide-spreading hemlock. A morose old porcupine, hunched up in a crotch above their heads, squeaked crossly and grated his long yellow teeth at this intrusion upon his solitude. But they had no quarrel with the porcupine, and only the two inquisitive calves took the trouble to glance up at the source of the strange noises.

Two or three hours later, when the moon rose, the forest became all black and silver and ethereal blue; and under the spectral gleams and through

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 the sharp, distorting shadows the fugitives resumed their flight. Presently they emerged from the wooded country and crossed a low, bleak ridge of granite and scrub where the snow had been swept away, except from the clefts and hollows, by a recent gale. Traversing this harsh region in haste, the great bull led the way down the further slope, and reached once more the shelter of a belt of fir woods.

The night-sky by this time had become thickly overcast, till the only light was from the wide, vague glimmer of the sheeted earth. And now snow began to fall,—a thick still fall of small flakes, which the weather-wise bull knew was the kind of snowfall that would last for many hours, if not for days. He knew that it would speedily cover up the trail behind him. The immediate danger from the pot-hunters of the lumber camp—who care little for the game-laws—being thus removed, he led the way into the shelter of the trees; and once more the little party, this time with unanxious hearts, lay down to sleep in the soft and muffled dark.

Not yet, however, was the crafty bull content with his distance from the lumber-camp. His destination was clear in his mind's eye,—a region of low-lying land, of mixed swampy barren and stunted birch-woods, dotted with shallow ponds, and producing no timber of a growth to tempt the


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 axes of the lumbermen. All the following morning he pressed on with his tiny herd, keeping his direction unerringly though the snow fell so thickly that no landmarks could be detected. Early in the afternoon the snow ceased, the white-grey sky changed to a sharp and steely blue, and the sun shone dazzlingly, bringing not warmth, however, but an intense and snapping cold. The dead-white wastes flashed into a blinding sparkle of diamond points. And then, when the first thin rose of approaching sunset was beginning to flush the shining glades, he reached the place of his desire.

Close in the hollow, southward-facing curve of a dense fir copse, overtopped by a group of tall hemlocks, the bull proceeded to establish his new winter home. Here, beneath the wide branches of the hemlocks, was a dry shelter shielded from the fiercest winds by the thick, surrounding screen of young firs; and here, too, was abundant forage, in the stunted birch, poplar and willow which dotted the levels outside the copse. For the moment the moose family chose to pasture on the low berry bushes and coarse herbage, which they could still get at easily by pawing away the snow. But they knew that it was now only a matter of days before the great winter storms would set in, and the snow would gather to a depth of five or six feet on the level, making all movement slow and toilsome for their heavy bulks.


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 It was with forethought of these storms to come that the prudent bull, aided by his cow, set about the establishment of their winter quarters. To the woodman these winter quarters of the moose are known as a "moose-yard." In the lay mind a "moose-yard" is pictured as a sort of wild farm-yard, surrounded by walls of the deep untrodden snow instead of farm buildings, the snow within it all trodden flat or pawed clear, wherein the moose family passes the winter pasturing precariously on such branches as hang within reach. But it is nothing of the sort. Except for the clear space under the trees, serving as sleeping quarters, it is rather a maze than a yard. It consists of an intricate labyrinth of deeply trodden, narrow paths, winding this way and that to touch every bush, every sapling, every thicket which affords the moose suitable browsing. These paths are trampled free after each heavy snowfall, and extended, laboriously as the supply of provender nearest home begins to run short. Threading these labyrinths the moose move freely and at ease; and only under sternest compulsion will they break out into the soft, six-foot deeps of the snow, where they flounder to their bellies and are at the mercy of foes whom at other times they would utterly scorn.

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 down, and to tread out their trails to all the choicest thickets. Then the snow set in, in earnest. For four whole days it snowed, steadily, thickly, blindingly, as it only can snow when it tries on the high barrens of northern New Brunswick. All the wilderness world was muffled in a white silence. The moose were kept busy trampling out the paths that they might not be utterly obliterated. In the course of this task the great bull shed his mighty and magnificent but no longer needed antlers. He had grown them, in all their formidable splendour, during the past summer, for the sole purpose of battling with his rivals in the mating season; for against other adversaries he used no weapons except his knife-edged, pile-driving fore-hoofs. For weeks, the network of copious blood vessels at the roots of his antlers, which had nourished their marvellous growth, had been shrinking and drying up. And now, whether of their own weight or at the pull of an overhanging branch, they dropped off, painlessly, and were buried in the snow. The bull merely shook his huge head for a moment or two, as if surprised; and then went on with his trail-breaking, glad to be relieved of the useless burden.

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 and set itself with redoubled rigour to make up for lost time. Storm succeeded furious storm, with intervals of clear, still weather and cold of an intensity that appeared to draw down unmitigated from the spaces of Polar night. Never had the old bull known so savage a winter. But for him and his little family, hardy, well-sheltered from all the winds, and with abundant provender always in reach, neither driving storm nor deathly frost had any special terrors. They fed, grunted, ruminated, slept, blew great clouds of steamy breath from their hot red nostrils, and patiently abided the far-off coming of spring.

Not so, however, the other dwellers of the wilderness,—excepting always, of course, the supremely indifferent porcupine, who, so long as he can find plenty of hemlock twigs and bark to stuff his belly with, pays little heed to cold or heat, to sunshine or black blizzard. The weasels, foxes, lynxes, fishers, all were famishing; for the rabbits, their staple food, were scarce that year, and the grouse and ptarmigan, appalled at the bitterness of the cold, took to burrowing their way deep into the snow-drifts for warmth,—so deep that their scent was lost, and they slept secure from the fiercely digging paws of their hunters. As for the bears, most of them had "holed up" discreetly at the first of the storms, and now, in little rocky caves, or dens hollowed beneath the roots of some


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 great fallen tree, under a six-foot blanket of snow were comfortably sleeping away the evil time. But a few old males, morose and restless, had as usual refrained from hibernating; and these now, gaunt and savage with hunger, prowled the smitten waste incessantly, ripping rotten tree-trunks open for a poor mouthful of wood-grubs or frost-numbed ants, and filling their paunches with twigs and bitter lichens. One of these fierce wanderers, maddened with his pangs, so far forgot his woods-lore as to pounce upon a plump porcupine and, in spite of its stinging spines, wolf it down greedily. It was his last meal of any sort. His mouth, nose, throat and paws were stuck full of the deadly spines, so barbed that, although he could rub them off, the long needle points remained and swiftly worked their way inwards. These would presently have caused his death, a lingering one; but two or three of the quills which had got down into his stomach were merciful and did their work more quickly. A few days later his lean body, frozen stiff, was found, doubled up in the heart of a spruce thicket, by a pair of prowling lynxes, who thereafter fared sumptuously every day until rumour of the prize got abroad; when foxes, wolverenes and fishers came flocking to the feast and made short work of the huge carcass.

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 attack upon the moose-yard. Seeking a new hunting-ground, he had wandered unhappily out to the edge of the barrens, hoping that there he might have better luck than in the deep of the woods. As he drew near the moose-yard he was thrilled to see some signs of life in the otherwise lifeless waste. There were fresh fox tracks and weasel tracks, with now and again the great pad-marks of a foraging lynx. The unconcerned moose-family, well-fed and comfortable in their sheltered quarters, had a vain fascination for all the ravenous wanderers. The moose-yard afforded asylum to half a dozen pairs of impudent little Canada jays, or "moose-birds," who hopped and pecked fearlessly about the trodden ground, and frequently roosted on the backs of their lordly hosts, warming their toes in the long, coarse hair and exploring it with their beaks for insect-prey. Once in a while a reckless weasel or fox would dart down into the "yard" and try to catch one of these self-confident birds. But the jays, screaming derision, would fly up into the branches overhead; the cow moose, more nervous and short of temper than the great bull, would strike out angrily at the intruder; and one of the calves, always ready for a diversion, would rush at him and chase him from the sanctuary. For the moose disliked the smell of all the hunting beasts.

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 last caught the smell of moose, and knew that he was approaching a moose-yard. Now in an ordinary winter, with food fairly abundant, and hunting reasonably easy, he would have turned aside at this smell to avoid tantalizing himself with the unattainable. But now, when he was close on starving, it was another matter. His lean jaws watered at the thought of warm red meat. For merely one taste of it what risk would he not face? And the bull presiding over this particular moose-yard might, possibly, be a weakling.

But however rash his venture, he did not go about it rashly. His desperation only made him the more cautious. There was so infinitely much at stake. Sinking himself deep into the snow he wound his way forwards soundlessly, and, behind the screen of a thick fir bush lifted his black head to reconnoitre. In a flash, however, he sank down again and shrank back deep into the snow, every nerve quivering with fierce hope. The long muzzle of the younger moose-calf had appeared over the edge of the snow wall a few feet away, and was pulling vigorously at the branches of a poplar sapling.

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 escape, at the least alarm, back to the protection of its mother and the gigantic bull. As he could see by the violent rocking of the poplar the calf was very busy and engrossed. He worked his way stealthily a little to one side, still shielded by the dense fir bush, till he was within five or six feet of the unsuspecting calf. Then, gathering beneath him all the force of his mighty haunches, he hurled himself forwards and burst into the deep pathway. From the corner of its eye the calf glimpsed a huge and dreadful black form looming over it, and with a squeal of terror turned to flee. But in the same fraction of a second it was struck down, with its frail back broken at a single blow.

Famished as he was, the bear could not resist the temptation to delay for one brief instant, while he tore a throbbing mouthful from the victim's throat and gulped it down. Then he dragged his prize back behind the shelter of the fir bush, and went floundering off with it in desperate haste through the snow, hoping that he had not been seen.

But the hope was a vain one. The bull and the cow had been lying down. At the calf's cry they had shot to their feet. Their furious eyes had marked the slaughter. In deadly silence, ignoring the paths and breasting down the barriers of snow irresistibly, they came charging to the ven-


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 geance, the stiff black hair of their necks on end with rage.

The bear, hampered though he was by the depth of the snow and by his unwieldy burden, had wallowed onwards for some forty yards or so before the avengers overtook him. The cow, in her outraged mother fury, was a little in advance of her huge mate. What she lacked in stature she made up in nimbleness and in swift hate. When she was almost upon him the bear wheeled like a flash upon his haunches and struck at her,—a terrific, sweeping blow which, had it reached its mark, would have shattered her slim like a pipe-stem. But she swerved, and it flew past her; and in the next breath she struck. It was a long-range stroke, and she was away again, lightly, out of reach; but the fierce thud upon his ribs jerked a squealing cough from his throat, and the knife-edged hoof tore a long red gash down his flank. Before he could retaliate the bull was towering over him, from the other side. With a desperate leap he evaded that onslaught, hurling himself clear over the body of his victim. Then, realizing himself overmatched, he fled, his tremendous muscles driving him through the snow like a steam-plough.

The cow stopped short at the body of her calf, sniffing at it anxiously, and licking it, and trying to coax it back to life. But the bull plunged onwards in pursuit of the fleeing slayer. With his


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 great length of stride he had the advantage of the bear in that depth of snow, and speedily overtook him. The latter whirled about once more to meet the attack, but as he did so the snow beneath him, upborne on the spreading tops of a clump of flat juniper bushes, gave way treacherously, and he fell sprawling backwards, clawing wildly, into a little hollow. Before he could recover, the bull was upon him. One great hoof pounded down upon him irresistibly, catching him fair in the defenceless belly and knocking the wind clean out of him. The next stroke smashed his forearm. As he surged and heaved beneath those deadly strokes, in an agonized struggle to regain his feet, the cow arrived. And there in the dreadful smother of snow and branches his life was slashed and trampled out of him. Not until the thing lying in the trodden and crimsoned snow bore no longer any resemblance to a bear did the victorious moose feel their vengeance satiated. Then at length they turned, and slowly, in the reaction from their rage, ploughed their way back to their home yard, avoiding, as they went, the spot where the dead calf lay stiffening in the snow. The moose-birds, chattering approval, fluttered down from the hemlock, and hopped about them, scrutinizing their blood-stained legs with dark, impudent, bright eyes. And the elder calf, a lanky female now approaching the dignity of a two-year-old, who had


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 watched with startled gaze the progress of the battle, greeted them with delighted snorts and nuzzlings. Her mother received these demonstrations with indifference. But the great black bull, in his triumph, accepted and returned them with lordly condescension, dimly sensing a time when the youngster would be grown up. Had she been of his own sex, a possible future rival, he would have haughtily ignored her transports, or brusquely rebuffed them. Except in mating season the moose is little apt to be demonstrative.

In a magically short time—so swiftly through the frozen silences travels the news of food,—the solitude around the moose-yard was broken up. The neighbourhood became a place of resort. First arrived the hungry red foxes and the snakily darting white weasels, to gnaw and tear at the great carcasses in the snow, and snarl at each other with jealous hate. These small marauders, though not often in evidence, had never been far from the moose-yard, for they had instinctively anticipated some tragedy which they might profit by. Soon afterwards came three gaunt grey lynxes, driven by hunger, in spite of their morose and solitary instincts, to hunt together with a view to attacking quarry otherwise too powerful for them. Thev drove off the foxes and weasels while they gorged themselves. But one fox, a late arrival, venturing too near in his eagerness to share the feast, was


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 pounced upon and devoured. At length appeared another famished bear; and all the feasters, great and small alike, sullenly made way for him, knowing the lightning swiftness of his clumsy-looking paw. He sniffed ravenously at the mangled body of his kinsman, but being no cannibal, turned away in disappointment and disgust. The moose-calf, on the other hand, was just what he wanted. Squatting over it jealously he made a sumptuous, meal. Then, ignoring the other darting and prowling banqueters, he lugged away the substantial remnants of the calf, to hide them in his far-off lair in the heart of a cedar swamp.

To all this hungry stir, to all this yapping and snarling, the moose in their sheltered yard paid no attention whatever, but went on browsing or drowsing as their mood dictated. Only when the bear arrived did they take notice, and grow angrily alert. As long as the bear remained upon the scene they kept to the centre of the yard, the great bull stamping and snorting from time to time to show his readiness for battle. But when the bear waddled off with his prize, the stiff-legged, mutilated thing which had been a moose-calf, they once more fell unconcernedly to their browsing.

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 ished clean, silence once more descended upon the glittering white spaces about the moose-yard. By night the cold was still of a savage intensity; but the days were growing longer, and in the sun's rays at noon-time there was a perceptible warmth. The result was a hard crust upon the surface of the snow,—a crust so strong that all but the heavier creatures of the wild could move about upon it easily and swiftly. And now, ravaging down across it from their famine-stricken north, came the wolves. Not for nearly fifty years had these fierce and crafty slayers been seen in New Brunswick. They came not in great packs, as in lands where they expect to hunt great game, but rather in small bands of four or five, or at most eight or ten, scattering over a wide range of country, and disdaining no quarry, however humble. Before them, on every side, spread panic. Only the moose family, sequestered and indifferent, knew nothing of it.

Then, one still and bitter morning, a band of four of the grey invaders caught scent of the moose-yard, and swept down upon it with their dreadful, quavering hunting-cry. At sight of these strange galloping beasts, with their long jaws and deadly fangs, the first impulse of the moose family was to flee. But the old bull, though he knew nothing of wolves, saw at once that flight would be instantly fatal. Conveying this in some


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 way to his two charges, so effectively that they steadied themselves at once and closed up to him, he wheeled with a loud snort and stood to face the terrible attack. The cow promptly ranged herself beside him, while the trembling two-year-old thrust herself in between them.

The wolves, for all their hunger, were wary. They halted abruptly at the edge of the yard, impressed by the tall and lowering bulk of the bull and by the dangerous calm of his defiance. After a moment's hesitation they divided, two to the right and two to the left, and went loping stealthily around the rim of the central space, leaping the deep paths and, obviously, awaiting some sign of irresolution before dashing in. But presently one of them caught sight or scent of that heap of fresh-picked bones in the blood-stained hollow, and all together they galloped over to investigate. They knew very well that if, in the meantime, those defiant beasts in the moose-yard should take to flight, it would be a simple matter to trail them and run them down.

But nothing was further from the proud old bull's thought than any such madness. Shaking his massive head angrily with ever growing confidence he watched the wolves as they fell with zest upon the bones of his ancient foe.

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 cracked and crunched up, gulping down great morsels with the marrow and fresh juice. But, of course, even for them it was comparatively slow work, for a bear's bones are hard and tough. Not till well along in the afternoon had they finished the job; and then, though no longer famished, they were still healthily hungry. One after another they returned to the moose-yard, and began stealthily prowling about it, more deliberate now, but not less murderously determined. The moose, now even more defiant than before, faced them sullenly and watchfully, the bull fronting one way, the cow the other, with the unwarlike two-year-old between them.

To the wolves it was clear that the vulnerable point in the moose-family's defense was this trembling youngster. If they could stampede her off from her formidable protectors they could make an easy kill of her out in the snow. Suddenly they darted down into the yard from three sides at once. Two made a cunning feint at the bull, one at the cow,—while the fourth sprang straight at the youngster's throat. But the cow, quicker than thought, met the latter's charge with a side slash full in the face, which shattered both his jaws; and in the same instant she swung lightly to confront her own more wary assailant.

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 forth upon the snow, and staggered off. His three companions, taken aback at this evidence of a moose's fighting powers, sprang discreetly out of reach. They paused for a moment to glare at their hoped-for victim, then galloped after their wounded fellow, threw themselves upon him, and tore him to pieces. A wounded wolf, in their eyes, was of no use whatever except to afford his kinsmen a meal. Having finished their cannibalistic repast they turned their tails upon the moose-yard, and loped away through the gathering violet dusk to look for hunting less perilous and more profitable.

When spring drew near, heralded by melting rains and swift thaws and ardent suns, the deep snow shrank with amazing speed. The air grew musical with the sound of myriad unseen rivulets, mining their tunnels beneath the vast white overlay. The buds on poplar, willow and birch grew succulent and aromatic, waiting the hour to burst into a film of green. The moose became restless, breaking new paths ever wider and wider afield to sample the freshening provender. Presently their impudent little pensioners, the moose-birds, forsook them, pair by pair, intent on new enterprise in the reawakening world. Soon afterwards, when the grey, decaying snow


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 was no longer more than foot deep anywhere on the levels, the tall bull, suddenly tiring of the charges whom he had so valiantly protected the winter through, strode off without so much as a grunt of farewell, and disappeared in the fir woods. The cow and her two-year-old daughter lingered on in the yard, food being abundant, for yet another couple of weeks. Then the cow, too, was seized with the wandering fever. And as she was not going to have a calf that spring,—having borne one for three seasons in succession,—she lazily permitted the anxious two-year-old to accompany her. Through the wet, earth-scented, swiftly greening world they wandered on, aimlessly, till they came to a little, secluded lake, with dense coverts and good browsing about its shores, and the promise of abundant water-lilies along its oozy brink. And here, well content with the comfortable solitude, they took up their dwelling for the summer.


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8. . . A naked figure. He bears a goat on his left shoulder, and reins in his right hand. On or near the goat is the star Capella, and below it two small stars,, the Kids, which were considered inauspicious stars to sailors.

9. . A naked figure wearing a crown, and a belt round his loins.

10. . A naked female figure sitting on a throne or in a chair; with arms extended in the attitude of beating her breast.

11. . A female figure with a wreath on her head, and with robes, a chain on her wrists passing round her back. On her head : on her loins : on her foot.

12. . The forepart of a winged horse.

13. . An isosceles triangle.

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Name 	Jeanette Warmuth Age 	19 Birth Date 	10 Jul 1905 Birth Place 	New York Residence Place 	Brooklyn, New York Passport Issue Date 	24 Jan 1925 Father 	Michael Warmuth Certificate Number 	508074
 * Passport Applications, January 2, 1906 - March 31, 1925 > 1924-1925 > Roll 2699 - Certificates: 507900-508499, 23 Jan 1925-26 Jan 1925

birth
Name 	Jeanette Warmuth Birth Date 	10 Jul 1905 Birth Place 	Manhattan, New York, USA Certificate Number 	3076 S
 * Index to New York City Births, 1878-1909. Indices prepared by the Italian Genealogical Group and the German Genealogy Group, and used with permission of the New York City Department of

obituary of father
Name 	Michael L Warmuth Gender 	Male Residence Place 	834 64th Stmt Obituary Date 	9 Mar 1943 Obituary Place 	Brooklyn, New York, USA Newspaper Title 	Brooklyn Eagle Child 	Jeanette Rimington Helen
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Name 	Jeane W Rimington Race 	White Marital Status 	Married Residence 	Norwalk, Connecticut Death Date 	10 Jul 1975 Death Place 	Norwalk, Connecticut Age 	70 Years Spouse 	Crit State File # 	14437
 * Connecticut Department of Health. Connecticut Death Index, 1949-2001. Hartford, CT, USA: Connecticut Department of Health.

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Name 	Jeanette Rimington Social Security Number 	071-20-9039 Birth Date 	10 Jul 1905 Issue year 	Before 1951 Issue State 	New York Last Residence 	10016, New York, New York, New York, USA Death Date 	Jul 1975

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Name 	Jeanette Rimington Age 	44 Gender 	Female Race 	White Birth Place 	New York Marital Status 	Married Relation to Head of House 	Wife Residence Date 	1950 Home in 1950 	New York, New York, New York, USA Street Name 	East 37 St. Apartment Number 	Head Dwelling Number 	316 Farm 	No Acres 	No Occupation 	Artist Industry 	Freelance Occupation Category 	Working Hours Worked 	35 Worker Class 	Own Business Household Members (Name) 	Age 	Relationship Critchell Rimington 43	Head, Managing editor, Magazine Jeanette Rimington 	44 	Wife Artist Freelance
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Name 	Jeannette M Warmuth Birth Year 	abt 1906 Gender 	Female Race 	White Age in 1930 	24 Birthplace 	New York Marital Status 	Single Relation to Head of House 	Daughter Home in 1930 	Brooklyn, Kings, New York, USA Map of Home Street Address 	76th Street Block 	C Institution 	Apartment House House Number 	401 Dwelling Number 	1 Family Number 	11 Attended School 	No Able to Read and Write 	Yes Father's Birthplace 	Germany Mother's Birthplace 	New York Able to Speak English 	Yes Occupation 	Artist Industry 	Commerical Class of Worker 	Wage or salary worker Employment 	Yes Household Members (Name) 	Age 	Relationship Michael L Warmuth 57  Head Marie E Warmuth 54  Wife Jeannette M Warmuth 	24 	Daughter Helen H Warmuth 21  Daughter
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Name 	Jeanette Rimington Topic 	Other Residence Date 	9 Mar 1943 Residence Place 	Brooklyn, New York, USA Newspaper Title 	Brooklyn Eagle

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Jeanette Warmuth Rimington Birth    10 Jul 1905 Death   9 Jul 1975 (aged 69) Burial   Old Judea Cemetery    Washington, Litchfield County, Connecticut, USA Memorial ID   149105368
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124 Though the knowledge of Sanskrit may be smal], it will help the learner much in after years.

Many of our people strongly object to girls learning English. I don't care to discuss the subject in this lecture ; but will leave it to your own judgment. Hindus allow their girls to go to school (private or public) only up to twelve years of age. Therefore, within those few years, a girl must be taught to read and write well. Then later on she may improve herself by study in the Zenana« If you want to teach girls in the Zenana, a Hindu female teacher is the best. Or you may get an European lady; but never employ an Eurasian, or a native Christian woman to teach and train your girls.

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125 can afford it, engage an European tutor for the tuition and the training of your boys. European tuition and training are essential, because we are now under the British Government, and so we must be trained and taught in certain matters in their own way. No Hindu, however well-read he may be, can teach you the correct pronunciation and accent of words in the English language, and the etiquette and manners of the West, a knowledge of which is absolutely necessary for those who have to move amongst Europeans. If you can't afford a private tutor, send your son to the nearest Rajkumar College. At present there is an institution at Madras called the Newington Establishment, at which more or less all the Minors under the Court of Wards are trained and taught. But up to the present the tuition and training given to the boys in that institution are not at all satisfactory to our class of people.


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126 It has been somewhat improved of late by the very kind interest taken in it by our present Governor, Lord Ampthill. Yet I should like to see it turned into a regular Rajkumar College. I hope ere long I may be successful in my endeavours to have the institution reformed and established on a sound basis. If I fail, I sincerely wish you, when you become masters of your estates, to strive your best, one and all, for the same object.

Reverting to the subject of my lecture, let me tell you that you should not allow a son of yours to sleep in the Zenana after twelve or thirteen years of age. From that age he should also be regularly taught lessons, and exercised in manly sports. The period from the beginning of the thirteenth to the end of the eighteenth year is the most trying period for boys—the time when character, as it were, hangs in the balance, and slight events may turn the


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127 scale to honesty or the reverse. Therefore you should watch your young son very carefully in all his doings. Though you get an European tutor for him, don't leave him entirely in his hands, and also take care that he is not taught Christianity. See that he receives instruction in our own religion from pandits. Allow him at regular times to have conversation with some selected pandits, relatives and gentlemen. Then he will be in touch with his people, and he will never become a stranger to them. Now-a-days the Minors at Newington are entirely cut off from their own people, so that when they leave the institution, some strangers get hold of them and lead them into such habits as are not only unsuitable for a Hindu but ruinous also.

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Rh And first of all it was certain that I could not get back. Long before I could pass the lines it would be broad daylight. I must hide myself for the day, and then devote the next night to my escape. I took the saddle, holsters, and bridle from poor Voltigeur, and I concealed them among some bushes, so that no one. finding him could know that he was a French horse. Then, leaving him lying there, I wandered on in search of some place where I might be safe for the day. In every direction I could see camp fires upon the sides of the hills, and already figures had begun to move around them. I must hide quickly, or I was lost.

But where was I to hide? It was a vineyard in which I found myself, the poles of the vines still standing, but the plants gone. There was no cover there. Besides, I should want some food and water before another night had come. 1 hurried wildly onwards through the waning darkness, trusting that chance would be my friend. And I was not disappointed. Chance is a woman, my friends, and she has her eye always upon a gallant Hussar.

Well, then, as I stumbled through the vineyard, something loomed in front of me, and I came upon a great square house with another long, low building upon one side of it. Three roads met there, and it was easy to see that this was the posada, or wine shop. There was no light in the windows, and everything was dark and silent, but, of course, I knew that such comfortable quarters were certainly occupied, and probably by someone of importance. I have learned, however, that the nearer the danger may really be the safer place, and so 1 was by no means inclined to trust myself away from this shelter. The low building was evidently the stable, and into this I crept, for the door was unlatched. The place was full of bullocks and sheep, gathered there, no doubt, to be out of the clutches of marauders. A ladder led to a loft, and up this I climbed and concealed myself very snugly among some bales of hay upon the top. This loft had a small open window,and I was able to look down upon the front of the inn and also upon the road. There I crouched and waited to see what would happen.

It was soon evident that I had not been mistaken when I had thought that this might be the quarters of some person of importance. Shortly after daybreak an English light dragoon arrived with a despatch, and from then onwards the place was in a turmoil, officers continually riding up and away. Always the same name was upon their lips: “Sir Stapleton—Sir Stapleton.” It was hard for me to lie there with a dry moustache and watch the great flagons which were brought out by the landlord to these English officers. But it amused me to look at their fresh-coloured, clean-shaven, careless faces, and to wonder what they would think if they knew that so celebrated a person was lying so near to them. And then, as I lay and watched, I saw a sight which filled me with surprise.

It is incredible the insolence of these English! What do you suppose Milord Wellington had done when he found that Massena had blockaded him and that he could not move his army? I might give you many guesses. You might say that he had raged, that he had despaired, that he had brought his troops together and spoken to them about glory and the fatherland before leading them to one last battle. No, Milord did none of these things. But he sent a fleet ship to England to bring him a number of fox-dogs, and he with his officers settled himself down to chase the fox. It is true what I tell you. Behind the lines of Torres Vedras these mad Englishmen made the fox chase three days in the week. We had heard of it in the camp, and now I was myself to see that it was true.

For, along the road which I have described, there came these very dogs, thirty or forty of them, white and brown, each with its tail at the same angle, like the bayonets of the Old Guard. My faith, but it was a pretty sight! And behind and amidst them there rode three men with peaked caps and red coats, whom I understood to be the hunters. After them came many horsemen with uniforms of various kinds, stringing along the roads in twos and threes, talking together and laughing. They did not seem to be going above a trot, and it appeared to me that it must indeed be a slow fox which they hoped to catch. However, it was their affair, not mine, and soon they had all passed my window and were out of sight. I waited and I watched, ready for any chance which might offer.

Presently an officer, in a blue uniform not unlike that of our flying artillery, came cantering down the road—an elderly, stout man he was, with grey side-whiskers. He stopped and began to talk with an orderly officer of dragoons, who waited outside the inn, and it was then that I learned the advantage of the English which had been taught me. I could hear and understand all that was said.


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 which seemed to threaten his extirpation, conducted him safely through the deepest dangers, and, in the redemption which He accomplished, provided against the possibility of their recurrence. Do not these merciful providences show that humanity will for ever have a place in nature? And is not the same lesson taught in the great fact of our immortality? He who has once began to live can never die, and why may not this be applied to the whole human race? Surely the immortality of the individual may be taken as a revelation of the perpetuity of his species. Other objects of animated nature have died out, because they have not had this principle; but as man possesses it, he cannot be the subject of a similar extinction. He was redeemed to the end that he might be continued: about this there can be no dispute. Some, indeed, may say that this continuance is to last only up to that period when the number of the elect shall be accomplished; but that is no teaching of the Scriptures, and the statement is sufficiently met by the arguments we have used. We feel assured that the ultimate design of that merciful work was to perpetuate human life in the world, and thus for ever to contiuue the existence of the human race which He has formed to love and serve Him.

The Lord, in treating of the last judgment and of His second coming (from which narratives it has been inferred that all things will have an end), admonishes those who are in Judea to flee into the mountains, and him that is in the field not to return for his clothes. By this He doubtless intended to provide for the continuation and safety of the people who obeyed; if not, there could be no advan-


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viii body of men as well as the bounty and beauty of the land; it has been and is carried on by blonde and flat-nosed Jews—at least in this country—as successfully as by their dark and sharp-featured brethren on the Continent of Europe.

All this "tu-quoque" argument is, of course, no excuse whatever for the Jews. There is no doubt that the Jews regularly go one better or worse than the Gentile in whatever they do, there is no further doubt that their influence to-day justifies a very careful scrutiny, and cannot possibly be viewed without serious alarm. The great question, however, is whether the Jews are conscious or unconscious malefactors. I myself am firmly convinced that they do not think that I wish to exonerate them on that account. … A conscious evildoer has my respect, for he knows at least what is good, an unconscious one—well: he needs the charity of Christ—a charity which is not mine—to be forgiven for not knowing what he is doing. But there is in my firm conviction not the slightest doubt that these revolutionary Jews do not know what they are doing; that they are more unconscious sinners than voluntary evildoers. I am glad to see that this is not an original observation of mine, but that you yourself have a very strong foreboding about the Jews being the victims of their own theories and principles. … On p. 39 of your pamphlet you write: "It may be that the Jews have always been instrumental in bringing about the events that they most heartily disapprove of; that maybe is the curse of the Wandering Jew." If I had not the honour, as well as the pleasure, of knowing you personally, if I were not strongly aware of your passionate desire for light and your intense loathing of unfairness, this sentence, and this sentence alone, which tells the truth, will absolve you in my eyes from the odious charge of being a vulgar anti-Semite.

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 tage in such a flight, nor any benefit; by remaining in the field; for if the time for the dissolution of all had then arrived, the place of the disaster could be of but little consequence.

But notwithstanding the appalling events by which His judgment is to be distinguished, the Lord proceeded to declare that "His Word should not pass away." Does not this clearly prove that mankind will remain upon the earth after that judgment has been executed? The is for the special edification of men, but the circumstance of its being continued in the world would be of no use if there were no men to be edified. Indeed it is not easy to see how the Word could remain without them; for as unto them have been committed the oracles of God, to whom else are they to be entrusted? If men are to cease, then the purposes for which the Word has been provided in the world will have been accomplished; but the Word is not to pass away; hence those purposes are not to terminate, and therefore we conclude that the perpetuity of mankind is evident and certain.

Again: the Lord said, "Two shall be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left. Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left." This very clearly shows that the last judgment is not intended to put an end to the human race. The circumstance that some people are to be left in the pursuit of their respective occupations after the event in which it is commonly supposed all will be swept away, not only proves the error of that opinion, but strongly intimates that mankind will always be preserved.

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 No doubt this is one aspect of the case: but every student of this prophecy is aware that it has a double signification; one relating to the disasters which were about to overtake the Jewish people, and the other to events which properly belong to the last judgment. There is, therefore, nothing gained by this suggestion, since the passages equally apply to both occurrences; and, consequently, the force of our argument remains.

Daniel, in reference to the same eventful period, has written of the Lord that "His dominion is from generation to generation;" that it is an "everlasting dominion which shall not pass away, and His kingdom that which shall not be destroyed." It is manifest that those statements refer to the Divine government, not only in heaven, but also upon the earth. As, then, His dominion is not to pass away, mankind must be continued; and as His kingdom is not to be destroyed, it is plain that the human race will be preserved. If they were to cease, over whom would He reign, and what would be the use of maintaining a kingdom in which there are no people to accept His laws nor to be benefited by His government? It is wonderful to see under what a variety of circumstances evidences appear to show that it is no part of the Divine economy to put an end to the human race. To us those evidences which have been adduced seem conclusive. There is, however, one other fact which has a special bearing upon the subject, and to this we will now advert.

To redeem mankind from the overwhelming power of those wicked influences which had set in upon them from the infernal world, the Lord was pleased to assume a manhood and to become a man among men. It is written that "He took not on Him the nature of angels; but He took on


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6 doubt it has often been said or thought before, that apart altogether from the coming into being of any particular man, the circulation of the blood, even to the full extent of Harvey’s demonstrations, must have become common knowledge sooner or later. Even so, in his time, with anæsthetics still in the womb of the far distant future, with instruments of precision hardly in their infancy, what a magnificent triumph of patient and determined observation was his! and it does but enhance the reverence we owe to him to add that the truest estimate of his fame rests even less perhaps on what he did than on how he did it; less on how he did it than on how he said it, or showed that he had worked it out in thought. It is the completeness of his work that is so surprising, and it is the plan of campaign that Harvey carried out by searching out the secrets of Nature with such deliberate self-content, that will, as a motive power, stretch farther along the ages even than the actual conditions that he demonstrated, great as these truly were and are.

Harvey taught us how to work, and what to work at, and showed that the knowledge of the structure of our tissues goes far to suggest their functions. By actual investigation, by experiment, by what now goes by the name of “original research,” and the reasoning and suggestion that emanate therefrom, the anatomy and even the larger details of the physiology of the circulation were worked out, and, in the absence of any adequate powers of magnification, discovery in that direction must then have seemed to have reached its farthest limit. Yet who knows but what Harvey himself, physiologist, physician,

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Rh justice than any blind philo-semitism, than does that merely sentimental "Let-them-all-come Liberalism," which in itself is nothing but the Semitic Ideology over again. And thus you can be just to the Jews, without being "romantic" about them. You have noticed with alarm that the Jewish elements provide the driving forces for both communism and capitalism, for the material as well as the spiritual ruin of this world, But then you have at the same time the profound suspicion that the reason of all this extraordinary behaviour may be the intense Idealism of the Jew. In this you are perfectly right. The Jew, if caught by an idea, never thinks any more in water-tight compartments, as do the Teuton and Anglo-Saxon peoples, whose right cerebral hemisphere never seems to know what its left twin brother is doing: he, the Jew, like the Russian, at once begins to practise what he preaches, he draws the logical conclusion from his tenets, he invariably acts upon his accepted principles. It is from this quality, no doubt, that springs his mysterious force—that force, which you no doubt condemn, but which you had to admire even in the Bolshevists. And we must admire it, whether we are Jews or whether we are Christians, for have not these modern Jews remained true to type, is there no parallel for them in history, do they not go to the bitter end even in our day, do they not take the Cross upon their shoulders, as once did their great Brother in Race? Their brother in Race as well as in Revolution, He, against whom the accusation, as found in the Gospel of St. Luke xxiii. 5, ran, "He stirreth up the people teaching throughout all Jewry, beginning from Galilee to this place." Who stirred up the people during the late war in Germany? Who pretended to have again the truth, that truth about which Pontius Pilate once shrugged his shoulders? Who pleaded for honesty and cleanliness in Politics, that honesty which brings a smile to the lips of any experienced Pro-consul of to-day? Writers, who were mostly Jews: Fried, Fernau, Latzko, Richard Grelling—the author of "J'Accuse." Who was killed, and allowed himself to be killed for these


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 deep sympathy with the care-worn men, who looked as if doomed to struggle through their lives in strange alternations between work and want; tossed to and fro by circumstances, apparently in even a greater degree than other men. A little manifestation of this sympathy, and a little attention to the expression of feelings on the part of some of the work-people with whom I was acquainted, had laid open to me the hearts of one or two of the more thoughtful among them; I saw that they were sore and irritable against the rich, the even tenor of whose seemingly happy lives appeared to increase the anguish caused by the lottery-like nature of their own. Whether the bitter complaints made by them, of the neglect which they experienced from the prosperous—especially from the masters whose fortunes they had helped to build up—were well-founded or no, it is not for me to judge. It is enough to say, that this belief of the injustice and unkindness which they endure from their fellow-creatures, taints what might be resignation to God's will, and turns it to revenge in too many of the poor uneducated factory-workers of Manchester.

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 the more anxious I became to give some utterance to the agony which, from time to time, convulses this dumb people; the agony of suffering without the sympathy of the happy, or of erroneously believing that such is the case. If it be an error, that the woes, which come with ever-returning tide-like flood to overwhelm the workmen in our manufacturing towns, pass unregarded by all but the sufferers, it is at any rate an error so bitter in its consequences to all parties, that whatever public effort can do in the way of legislation, or private effort in the way of merciful deeds, or helpless love in the way of "widow's mites," should be done, and that speedily, to disabuse the work-people of so miserable a misapprehension. At present they seem to me to be left in a state, wherein lamentations and tears are thrown aside as useless, but in which the lips are compressed for curses, and the hands clenched and ready to smite.

I know nothing of Political Economy, or the theories of trade. I have tried to write truthfully; and if my accounts agree or clash with any system, the agreement or disagreement is unintentional.

To myself the idea which I have formed of the state of feeling among too many of the factory-people in Man-


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x very ideas and principles? Men and women of the Jewish Race: Haase, Levine, Luxemburg, Landauer, Kurt Eisner, the Prime Minister of Bavaria. … From Moses to Marx, from Isajah to Eisner, in practice and in theory, in idealism and in materialism, in philosophy and in politics, they are to-day what they have always been: passionately devoted to their aims and to their purposes, and ready, nay, eager, to shed their last, drop of blood for the realisation of their visions.

"But these visions are all wrong," you will reply. … "Look where they have led the world to. Think, that they have now had a fair trial of 3,000 years standing. How much longer are you going to recommend them to us and to inflict them upon us? And how do you propose to get us out of the morass into which you have launched us, if you do not change the path upon which you have led the world so disastrously astray?"

To this question I have only one answer to give, and it is this: "You are right." This reproach of yours, which—I feel it for certain—is at the bottom of your anti-Semitism, is only too well justified, and upon this common ground I am quite willing to shake hands with you and defend you against any accusation of promoting Race Hatred: If you are anti-Semite, I, the Semite, am an anti-Semite too, and a much more fervent one than even you are. We have erred, my friend, we have most grievously erred. And if there was truth in our error 3,000, 2,000, nay, a 100 years ago, there is now nothing but falseness and madness, a madness that will produce an even greater misery and an ever wider anarchy. I confess it to you, openly and sincerely, and with a sorrow, whose depth and pain an ancient Psalmist, and only he, could moan into this burning universe of ours. … We who have posed as the saviours of the world, we, who have even boasted of having given it "the" Saviour, we are to-day nothing else but the world's seducers, its destroyers, its incendiaries, its executioners. … We who have promised to lead you to a new Heaven, we have finally


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 MAY 19.

2 men on stone wall, repairing bullock dray, cutting handl for tools.

MAY 20.

Making tubs & tool handles.

MAY 21.

Men working,self writing.

MAY 22.

Sunday.

MAY 23.

Horse hunting. Mrs Withnall & sister left.

MAY 24.

Two men as above. McC started for plough at Withnall's, seed wheat & seeds. Self making up Nairn's things; & getting wood for harrow.

MAY 25.

Good water in well but not enough of it. All as above.

MAY 26.

Men tried for water in another place, not as good. Worked at old well. Self repairing churn &c.

MAY 27.

Men all employed. I lost most of the day making butter.

MAY 28.

Two men quarrying stone for floor of shed to shear on. I went out some miles with Nairn, feed very good and an abundance. L. went to Dig-down (Post Office).


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 MAY 9.

Compelled to wait at "Dig-down" for team; as Sherlock had taken it up with flour without my consent.

MAY 10.

Brought up small boat & left her in river at camp. Bullocks feet very tender.

MAY 11.

Returned. During my absence men employed at wall; making a garden; & other work.

MAY 12.

Men the same. Self inspecting western run & looking at land. fine kangaroo brought in (kangaroos not too plentiful)

MAY 13.

Men as usual, self at work &c. Withnall's party returned after an unsuccessful search for horses. L brought in a kangaroo.

MAY 14.

As before Self & Mc at odd jobs.

MAY 15.

Sunday.

MAY 16.

Men as above. Mc at work shed. Self making nose boards.

MAY 17.

Same as usual.

MAY 18.

Men finished garden. Mc & self nose boarding calves; & looking out site for field.


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 together, & returned home. It was well I was on foot as the country was too soft for a horse; though it dries quickly. –

MAY 1.

Sunday.

MAY 2.

Out on foot stock hunting.

MAY 3.

Men as before repairing porionsportions [sic] of wall, which had fallen down. Seven days after the fall of rain the whole of the run was quite green.

MAY 4.

Out after cattle all looking very well, since the rain: & in fine grass. Lewington came home from Withnall's & reported that the flat had gone adrift.

MAY 5.

Went with Laing in search of flat, taking team with us to bring up dingy to Withnall's & 2 bags of flour home.

MAY 6.

Still searching for flat in all directions, down to Inlet without success.

(The only cargo boat).

Shot a native dog.

MAY 7.

Still searching.

MAY 8.

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 docking 23 lambs, repairing gate, tool handles etc. - Keeping a sharp eye on the blacks, as many strangers keep appearing, some of them intend mischief, I think when they have their great gathering; as they do not seem well pleased & are frequently inquiring where all hands are; & reckoning us up among themselves. I think we shall be prepared for them, as the arms are at hand & in order, & we have a spy among them.

AUG. 30.

Docked 24 lambs, & branded 12 calves, in garden planting cabbages.

AUG. 31.

McC & Self looking up bull, & bullocks, & carting grass for thatch - several showers.

SEPT. 1.

Albert brought in bullocks with lame bull. McC & self preparing to kill bull, Jeannette shod, Tool handles made, Bull killed, very good meat.

SEPT. 2.

Salting meat, took much trouble to clear away appearances (of having killed) very early as any natives are about; & it might be the cause of them attacking the herd, which is now turned out. weight of bull 684 lbs (self in garden).

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 absence & also today. I sent Lewington down with 2 horses for Mc C & Withnall to come up when they could, Lewington to remain & work the boats till all the provisions were out of danger.

All horses mustered from lower run.

APRIL 21.

Men at work on pigsty. Self hunting stock.

APRIL 22.

Men the same work. Self after stock. Brought in 10 cows with calves, home. Withnall & Hancock came here with provisions to go in search of his horses. A large piece of our stone wall fell down at night, during the rain.

APRIL 23.

Withnall, Hancock & McCourt started with stallion, Bobby & Ney, after horses left by "Sea ripple" at Port Hedland. Men as previously & self attending to their wants. Went down to "Dig-down" with horse to assist Mrs. Withnall & family up to station; as the weather has the appearance of much rain; & they have no tent.

APRIL 24.

Sunday. Went down to marsh with 2 horses for dray, brought up such things as would be required with by Mrs. W. with much difficulty; as the horses were too weak.

APRIL 25.

Came home with women & traps; just in time to avoid a complete deluge of rain, which would have drenched them.


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Sunday.

SEPT. 4.

Middleton & Withnell came to help shear.

SEPT. 5. 6. 7.

The same.

SEPT. 8.

Middleton returned.

SEPT. 9.

The same -

SEPT. 10.

Sunday. Self out cattle hunting, saw many of them & Smoky with calf 2 days old -

SEPT. 11.

As above.

SEPT. 12.

Finished early.

SEPT. 13.

W went home, we cleared up. Mr M & MCLeod made up fleeces.

SEPT. 14.

Treading wool, for which we had not packs before, marking same.

SEPT. 15.

Stowing wool in shed. Mending paulin, cleaning well, shoeing horses. Lewington returned, having had a holiday.


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 JUNE 28.

Men the same. Shepherds making close pens for lambs.

JUNE 29.

Men as usual; Joe with complete carelessness broke a double barrel gun. Natives reported arrival of ship, I started to put letters on board; met team, & found it was a mistake.

JUNE 30.

At work in garden & usual duties; Also Laing excavating for dairy. Connor & Yongulgarry minding ewes & lambs; but latter ran away. Counted sheep too many.

JULY 1.

All as usual.

JULY 2.

Same as before.

JULY 3.

Sunday.

JULY 4.

Same monotony.

JULY 5,6,7,8,9.

The same. Jack disabled.

JULY 10,11,12.

Usual routine. Making washing pen for sheep.

JULY 13, 14.

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 Much of Joe's stone wall fell during the night.

APRIL 26.

Too much rain for working or stock hunting.

APRIL 27.

2 hands at stone work. Self hunting up stock; but could not cross the river; as it had risen about 10 feet. Heavy shower.

APRIL 28.

Started with 2 men to assist me in extricating any cattle, which might be bogged; as the plains had become very so soft, that one could scarcely walk through them the day previously; after crossing much water up to one's middle & neck, found the river still impassable. Sent the men home & started for "Dig-down", with the intention of looking to my own affairs; & the state of Withnall's party. Also hunting cattle en route, up the other side of river. -

APRIL 29.

Crossed river early, when I found a good breakfast very acceptable; as I had started quite unprepared for being out for the night. Finding party, bullocks, boats &c all right, came up & camped on the horse run. Found it rather too cool (cold) at night in only shirt & trousers.

APRIL 30.

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 AUG. 8.

Usual.

AUG. 9.

McC & self clearing out stores house &c & putting up bedsteads.

AUG. 10.

Refitting doors &c & covering roof with paulins, rain at night.

AUG. 11.

The same (work) & working at shed. The garden has produced beans, lettuce & radish.

AUG. 12.

Working same.

AUG. 13.

The same. Brought in horses, counted sheep.

AUG. 14.

Sunday.

AUG. 15.

Working at shed, a sheep found dead on the plain.

AUG. 16.

The same work, Albert after stray cattle. 3 left out.

AUG. 17.

Cuttings battens, carting and gardening, 3 beasts left out came in.

AUG. 18.

Finished battens etc Looking after four lost sheep with lambs. found 1 & 1 came home.


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 JUNE 16.

“Mystery" arrived. All at work (multiplicity of duties).

JUNE 17.

Went to Harbour to receive stores from "Mystery".

June 18 -

JUNE 19,

Sunday.

JUNE 20, 21 & 22.

Boating & carting stores. Lost my revolver whilst horse hunting, having jerked it out of the case while galloping. (Never allow anyone unarmed)

JUNE 23.

Took man (Tucker) & a native to assist in looking for revolver, as it required every precaution; & was threatening rain; very difficult to track as my horse had frequently been over the same ground as the mob; also natives known to track backwards; (horses) he at last found it; had hidden it. I gave him 12 lbs of Flour, 1 lb of sugar, ½ lb of sheep Tobacco. Weighed up & returned dray load of stores to Withnall.

JUNE 25.

In search of cattle.

JUNE 26.

In search of horses.

JUNE 27.

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 much hurt, from a severe fall with his horse.

JUNE 8.

1 man & self ploughing McCourt horse hunting ,& with cattle, Lewington ill. Laing at drains. Mooelingunn with lambs.

JUNE 9.

2 men at plough. Lewington the same. Self looking after lost sheep, butter & mare; measuring land.

JUNE 10.

Two men harrowing self sowing McC repairing saddles.

Lewington shot 2 turkeys at 1 shot.

JUNE 11.

Men as above. Attending to mare butter logs stools &c &c

JUNE 12.

Sunday 10 hours steady rain. (Lewington hurt in fall).

JUNE 13.

Lewington at work. Told him to let McCourt go; as he was more likely to find cattle; said he must have a fresh agreement at £2 per month. I told him to go, he was not worth it; that I should not bother myself any more about him, & he would be the last I should send home.

McC found cattle,early. Laing & self carting material for steps. Joe building them. I also finished hewing them.

Horses often seen & in of late. Much rain.

JUNE 14.

As per usual work.

JUNE 15.

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 AUG. 25.

Washing sheep.

AUG. 26.

The same.

AUG. 27.

Sundays. Townbery broke his arm.

AUG. 28.

Sent T home with team & traps. Started home with flock with L - & A - as I wished them to travel slowly and feed well - Met Tucker at Fist Pool; & cut a load of poles while sheep laid up.

AUG. 29.

Came to Tucker Pool where I left them with L and A & came on to prepare a place for shearing.

AUG. 30.

Cleared yards, fixed pens &c.

AUG 31.

(Preparations) Cutting boughs to put under sheep, preparing bales & many other jobs.

SEPT. 1.

Commenced shearing with T & L only. (about 10½ hours) find it slow as the wool is dirty.

SEPT. 2.

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 SEPT. 16.

Counted sheep made 821, & 6 young lambs, Thirgood carting rails, Tucker trimming same, Sent Harry & L up river with sheep, went up W. branch, after cattle & to Taylor's camp.

SEPT. 17.

Travelled to Mount's, Sunday,

SEPT. 18.

Men the same, self up George River(in search of green feed for ewes lambing) to Grant's and above King Pyramid & back to Mounts'.

SEPT. 19.

To Middleton's, & many places, men went to help Withnell shear yesterday p.m.

SEPT. 20.

Came home new cut, found one place would do for ewes.

SEPT. 21.

Went to Mt. Welcome. hearing W was short of men, & to look at lower sheep camp, sheared half a day.

SEPT. 22.

Returned & went up river horse & cattle hunting, & to see flock. Slept at camp.

SEPT. 23.

Same - stock much scattered.

SEPT. 24.

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 & put them on their guard; but Moolligunn had informed them previously. McC was also employed making cartridge pouches which I had cut out. The natives were also very anxious to know where every person was; & watched me from the top of a hill; & sent a boy with one spear to the house; which I have no doubt was meant for Tucker, if he gave them a chance to use it.

AUG. 25.

Returned home, shortly after which Jacky (native) told Albert that the natives were sulky on the 23rd, & were playing with their spears, merely as a ruse to get them down in the flat unarmed, when they would have made an attack on them. I believe what he said, & $had$ told them to be on their guard, what they (the blacks) intended on the 23rd.

AUG. 26.

Mc employed the sane; & self helping him & in garden.

AUG. 27.

McC making cap pouches. Tucker & self cutting grass & attending to garden. Albert brought in all the horses & cattle and went down to Ws.

AUG. 28.

Sunday. I went up the river to see the bullocks; & what the blacks were about. When I returned McC went to Ws to shoe Bobby and Captain next morning.

AUG. 29.

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Rh succeeded in landing you into a new Hell. … There has been no progress, least of all moral progress. … And it is just our Morality, which has prohibited all real progress, and—what is worse—which even stands in the way of every future and natural reconstruction in this ruined world of ours. … I look at this world, and I shudder at its ghastliness: I shudder all the more, as I know the spiritual authors of all this ghastliness. …

But its authors themselves, unconscious in this as in all they are a know nothing yet of this startling revelation. While Europe is aflame, while its victims scream, while its dogs howl in the conflagration, and while its very smoke descends in darker and even darker shades upon our Continent, the Jews, or at least a part of them, and by no means the most unworthy one, endeavour to escape from the burning building, and wish to retire from Europe into Asia, from the sombre scene of our disaster into the sunny corner of their Palestine. Their eyes are closed to the miseries, their ears are deaf to the moanings, their heart is hardened to the anarchy of Europe: they only feel their own sorrows, they only bewail their own fate, they only sigh under their own burdens. … They know nothing of their duty to Europe, which looks around in vain for help and guidance, they know nothing even of their own great ancestors, to whose heart the appeal of pity was never made in vain: they have me too poor in love, too sick at heart, too tired of battle, and lo! these sons of those who were once the bravest of soldiers are now trying to retire from the trenches to the rear, are now eager to exchange the grim music of the whistling shells with that of the cow-bells and vintage songs in the happy plain of Saron. …

And yet we are not all Financiers, we are not all Bolshevists, we have not all become Zionists. … And yet there is hope, great hope, that this same Race which has provided the Evil will likewise succeed in supplying its antidote, its remedy—the Good. It has always been so in the past—was not that fatal Liberalism, which has


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 SEPT. 5.

Resalting meat; & with Albert cutting thatch & watering garden.

SEPT. 6.

Usual.

SEPT. 7.

Mc & self thatching shed; Albert looking up Jinnette she having got away at night in hobbles, he brought her in with an emu, which the dogs killed.

SEPT. 8.

The same (work) Cattle mustered, counted sheep made 397 shorn sheep, & 165 docked young lambs.

SEPT. 9.

The same.

SEPT. 10.

Stock not found by Albert.

SEPT. 11.

(Tracking stock) Sunday, Mc & I found the horses & tracks of the cattle, towards W's went there & remained the night - As all the natives were below there.

SEPT. 12.

Lost cattle found.

SEPT. 13.

Usual work.


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xii finally led to Bolshevism—in the very midst of that dark nineteenth century, most strenuously opposed by two enlightened Jews—by Friedrich Stahl, the founder of the Conservative Party in Germany, and by Benjamin Disraeli, the leader of the Tory Party in England? And if these two eminent men had no suspicion yet that their own race and its holy message were at the bottom of that unfortunate upheaval, with which their age was confronted: how eager, how determined, how passionate will be the opposition of the Disraelis of the future, once they have clearly recognised that they are really fighting the tenets of their own people, and that it was their "Good," their "Love," their "Ideal," that had launched the world into this Hell of Evil and Hatred. A new "Good," as new Love, a true Love, an intelligent Love, a Love that calms and heals and sweetens will then spring up amongst the Great in Israel and overcome that sickly Love, that insipid Love, that romantic Love, which has hitherto poisoned all the Strength and all the Nobility of this world. For Hatred is never overcome by Hatred: it is only overcome by Love, and it wants a new and a gigantic Love, to subdue that old and devilish Hatred of to-day. That is our task for the future—a task which will, I am sure, not be shirked by Israel, by that same Israel which has never shirked a task—whether it was for good, or whether it was for evil. …

Yes, there is hope, my friend, for we are still here, our last word is not yet spoken, our last deed is not yet done, our last revolution is not yet made. This last Revolution, the Revolution that will crown our revolutionary work, will be the revolution against the revolutionaries. It is bound to come, and it is perhaps upon us now. The great day of reckoning is near. It will pass a judgment upon our ancient faith, and it will lay the foundation to a new religion. And when that great day has broken, when the values of death and decay are put into the melting-pot to be changed into those of power and beauty, then you, my dear Pitt-Rivers, the descendant of an old and distinguished


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 AUG. 19.

McC & self after two remaining lost sheep, found 1, 1 still out. Billy the native lost them.

AUG. 20.

Cutting grass for thatch, in garden.

AUG. 21.

Sunday It was today Yongal-garry brought in the sheep.

AUG. 22.

Cutting grass & thatch. watering garden etc. counted sheep.

AUG. 23.

Many natives about homestead, & in flat with spears; from their mode of proceeding I have every reason to believe they mean mischief; as they were playing with their spears in the flat & inviting the only two (men) in the house to come & look at them; & Jacky came & asked for a gun; they were also seen pointing in the direction which all of us had gone.

AUG. 24.

I went up the river and brought in Ney, & saw the bulls & bullocks, & a few natives, who told me "to be off". I supposed they thought I was after them. I left McC, Albert & Tucker at home; (the two former stowed away) to give the natives a chance of attacking the house, but they thought better of it. At about sundown I went to Withnell's to let them know there was going to be a great muster of natives;


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Rh Gentile family, may be assured to find by your side, and as your faithful ally, at least one member of that Jewish Race, which has fought with such fatal success upon all the spiritual battlefields of Europe.

July, 1920.


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 SEPT. 14.

Same. Sent McC to Ws with meat pig & things.

SEPT. 15.

Same work as usual.

SEPT. 16.

A brought in all cattle but 1 cow, also Ney. McC & Self at odd jobs at home, milking, making pickles watering garden etc etc.

SEPT. 17.

Mc & Self felling poles; All the horses but Nancy & foal brought in on our way home. Albert raising stone.

SEPT. 18.

Sunday. Mc C out but did not see Duchess (cow).

SEPT. 19.

Stock work.

SEPT. 20.

Same.

SEPT. 21.

Adding to garden fence where water has receded (other work)

Lost powder flask.

SEPT. 22.

McC after bullocks. A & self raising stone, Mc & self cutting posts etc. for another shed. A as above.

SEPT. 23.

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 SEPT. 25.

Preparing to start to George River with ewe flock -

SEPT. 26.

Drawing off 334 ewes, taking them up river, after stray sheep on plain.

SEPT. 27.

Wedged wheels of dray,; & started to Geradalla, where sheep were at noon. Started for George at 3 p.m. & camped at Middleton Pass.

SEPT. 28.

Travelled to Indernooler by noon 7 ms.

SEPT. 29.

Went to Middleton's at noon, p.m. counted sheep, & drove to Mt. Wellard, 1 sheep short.

SEPT. 30.

Went to "Duck Pond" 7 ms.

OCT. 1.

Drove to camp 4½ ms. Sunday.

OCT. 2.

Made yard - & went to Pyramid Station.

OCT. 3.

With team to Jones' Creek.

OCT. 4.

Started at 4 p.m. & came to Mt. Welcome at 6 a.m. 24 ms.


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 OCT. 5.

Rested team.

OCT. 6.

Came home & out after horses. Tucker came back home from shearing, & Taylor whose time is up remained, having cooked for Taylor's party.

OCT. 7.

Horse hunting. Tucker washing up, making brine etc. Thurgood to Mt Welcome for boots. -

OCT. 8.

Sunday.

OCT. 9.

Putting up things for party going with sheep; & down to Mt. Welcome for letters - Taylor after bullocks.

OCT. 1O.

Down to "Mystery" to see Headland.

OCT. 11.

(returned)

OCT. 12.

Out cattle hunting & to look for runs for sheep, as the country is so dry owing to the long drought, that they will require often moving. Camped at upper river - Gorge.

OCT. 13.

Cattle hunting at "Table Hill", & many miles, mustered 32 head, & camped at "Darling Peak". Suppose some cattle to be at lower run.


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 OCT. 14.

Travelled the range came out at Mt. Wellard, & camped at sheep station near "King Pyramid".

OCT. 15.

Sunday. Moved traps, & sheep, after having found a splendid place, with plenty of water, & a great extent of green feed. Sheep doing well, 100 lambs down, 5 dead & 113 per cent with twins. Spent the night at -

OCT. 16.

Called at Mounts' on business (rams &c) & camped at "Sherlock" River "Rocket Pool", -

OCT. 17.

Followed river up about 5 ms to "Lake Plenty", & on about 9 ms - country not being good, returned to "Rocket Pool"

OCT. 18.

down river about 20 ms - to springs & "Fish Pond" -

OCT. 19.

continued down river on eastern channel struck across well grassed plain to coast, & inland to near Hunt's Pass, & back to previous camp, found much good dry feed, but no water, all day & sun blazing hot.

OCT. 20.

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 OCT. 21.

Returned home. Tucker had seen 14 head of cattle on lower run, while I was out, making 46 head out of 60, or more. I hope the natives have not speared any; but the long drought; & few hands, give them 4 good chance. Two men employed carting wool & rails.

OCT. 22.

Sunday.

Mr. McLeod went to "Mt. Welcome", having heard that the natives had speared one or two heifers.

OCT. 23.

Wedging wheels, & shoeing, sent Taylor for wool press.

OCT. 24.

Cattle hunting.

OCT. 25.

The same.

OCT. 26.

Came home with 27 heed (making 40 in all).

OCT. 27.

Making up rations for out station, started out with Mr. Mount, slept at Middleton's, Left Bob & Jacky to collect cattle.

OCT. 28.

Went to Mounts' & on to station to deliver 6 rams; & see sheep.


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HALF dozen bent figures crouched over the bright campfire seeking to shield themselves from the late November cold. It was not so much the cold that they felt as it was the biting wind, which drove the cold through them and numbed their fingers. They were not clad in cloth garments but in skins, and their figures were not those of civilization, but those of savagery. They were stouter of build, and without those lines and curves that cultivation and breeding are supposed to give to the finer races of men. Their faces as seen in the light of the campfire were dark copper color, or light brown. The wind and cold, the frost and the storm, had all played a part in this coloring. Their faces were

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 flat and stolid. They rarely smiled, for there was little to smile about.

The three women in the party worked feverishly on skin garments which they were sewing, while two of the men fashioned spears and bound stone heads to them. The third man tended the campfire and watched some fish which were broiling in the coals. The fire was close to the mouth of a cave. Inside a dozen dark children were sleeping peacefully.

On the very outskirts of the firelight, or rather on the rim of the outer darkness, skulked a gray dog-like figure watching the man creatures beside the campfire.

To the nostrils of this wild beast came the odor of the broiling fish and it made saliva drip from his hungry jaws. Yet he knew that the meat in the coals was not for him. He had no part in this campfire scene, still he watched night after night. Or if he did not watch from the perimeter of the darkness, he sat on his tail at the top of a nearby hill and howled dismally at the moon. But

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 best of all he loved to watch. If one of the men creatures saw him, he would pluck a torch from the campfire and wave it at him, or perhaps throw it, and he would at once slink away into the darkness.

The gray dog-like brute had a great fear of the bright warmth which these men creatures handled so fearlessly. This was one reason why the animal admired the animallike man. He was not afraid of fire.

If the gray animal came in too close and did not mind the sign of the fire which the man creature made to him, the man would take up a curved stick with a strong piece of deer thong stretched from end to end. Then he would fit a sharp stick in it and send the sharp stick singing into the darkness at the skulker. If the aim was good the stick bit so deeply into the inquisitive one that he would lie down and sleep with his curiosity stilled forever. If it simply stuck in his side he went away wounded. This would cure him for a while, but this creature who walked on two legs instead of

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 four fascinated and drew him strangely.

He had great powers over the wild creatures, which made him a god among them. The wild beast saw and understood this, so he worshipped afar.

Not only was the man creature who walked on two legs not afraid of fire, and had power to wound his wild brothers from afar off, but he had certain other very mysterious powers. He could come and go on the water like a duck in a strange contrivance made of bark. The brute knew it was bark because he had often smelled it in the night when the man creature was asleep in his hole in the side of the hill. For they all slept in a cave away from the winds and the cold. And their house was feebly lighted in the night by a stone lamp.

From the bark water duck the wild beast knew the smell of this fascinating god whom he worshipped from afar. He could detect this smell more easily than any other in the wilderness and it was the most fearful of all the scents in the woods. Yet it

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 also drew him. If he discovered a trail bearing this scent, he always had an impulse to follow it and see what his god was doing. Perhaps the strange two-legged creature was making trouble for the wilderness dwellers. He often built small houses held up in some strange way which would fall down and break one's back when he went inside to investigate. He also dug deep pits and covered them over carefully. When the wilderness dwellers were walking along unsuspectingly, often they fell into these pits and then the man creature came and killed them with his sharp stick, or with a club.

Then he could bend down a tree and fasten a long strip of deer hide to the end, and the other end to the ground, so that it would spring up and catch the wilderness dwellers, either by the neck or a leg, and hold them till he came.

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 water with a small something, like a long piece of grass. Some of the birds he could catch in meshes made of many strands woven closely together.

So in one way or another he made all of the wild creatures serve him. He took their warm coats from them and used them to cover his own bare body. He ate them, and made their bones into his utensils. He used them as he would. So altogether he was a most fearful and wonderful creature. And was it any wonder that this gray dog-like brute watched him from the outer rim of the firelight and trailed him in the deep woods, seeking to know what he was doing?

Thus the centuries and the æons passed, with the two-legged man creature living beside his warm campfire and the dog-like beast watching from the outer rim of the darkness. Often the man creature thought, "If I had the young of the beast they would be fine for the little two-legged creatures to play with. He might even be useful to me."

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 Often the gray dog-like beast thought dimly, "If I could only go nearer and know him better, I might learn to like him. He draws me strangely."

Finally it happened that the man creature one day discovered the mother gray beast playing with her five cubs at the mouth of a cave where they lived. They were so intent with their frolic that he crept up very carefully and killed the mother with his sharp stick which could fly so quickly through the air. Then he caught two of the cubs, a male and a female, and took them home to his cave and his own young.

The wild beasts were so young that they had not been taught the fear of this two-legged god who ruled over the wilderness, so they played and grew with the young of the man and knew not that they were the offspring of a wild beast.

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 ners of the cave and blinked at the feeble light of the stone lamp, but were not afraid of the fire, nor of the men creatures, either the large or the small ones. Finally when they grew up they in turn had young which also grew up with the children and became a part of the life of the wilderness man.

This god in time taught his tamed beasts to watch his campfire and growl when the other wild beasts came near. He taught them to trail the wild beasts for him and to help him kill them. They lived with this man creature and worshipped him continually. They grew to love each other and to be mutually helpful.

Thus it was that the first gray wolf came into the life of the primitive man and became the ancestor of the civilized dog of to-day. Long association with man and much breeding have done the rest. The dog's first ancestor was a wolf, and a collie pup will go back to the wolf life, if he is placed in a wolf den with a litter of small wolves, in a single generation. But this

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 strangely lovable animal has come nearer to man than has any other beast, and he loves and worships man as no other animal does.

To-day in many a family the dog is as much a part of the household as the people. He has won his way into our human hearts until we could not live without him.

So here is wishing good luck and happiness to all dogs, be they mighty mastiffs or tiny Pomeranians. For they are all lovable and faithful and equally deserving of our love and admiration.

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HE gleaming rays of the morning sun were falling aslant through the boughs of the great maples in front of Forest Edge Farm. It was October, and the trees were as brilliant with autumn coloring as Jack Frost could well make them. The air was clear and crisp. It went to the blood like old wine. Jays were squalling in the deep woods and crows were calling. Flocks of song birds might be seen gathering for the autumn migration. The beauty of summer had gone, but the full symphony of autumnal color was over all the landscape. It was a morning to be up and to be glad.

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 One particular sunbeam, brighter than its fellows, shot through the bough of the maple and straight through a dormer window into the bedroom of Hilda Converse.

Finally it crept across her pillow and touched her face and awoke her.

She at first rubbed her eyes dazedly, then sat up with a start. She gazed about her with frightened swollen eyes and then came out of bed with a spring.

"Oh, oh," she cried. "It is morning and I haven't slept an hour all night. Even, when I did sleep I had such dreadful dreams. It has come and I am powerless to stop it. Oh! What shall I do! What shall I do!"

"Hilda!" called a woman's voice from the foot of the stairs. "You had better get up. Breakfast is nearly ready. I don't know what to do about Silversheene. He has been barking for the last half hour. Some one is sure to hear and discover him."

"Oh, what shall I do!" cried the girl under her breath. Then to her mother she

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 said as cheerily as she could, "All right, mumsy, I will be down in a minute. I did not think he would bark when I told him not to. I presume he is lonesome."

She slipped hurriedly into a simple house dress, and, after washing the signs of weeping from her face as well as she could, and giving her brown hair a hurried brush, went downstairs.

"I won't stop for breakfast," she said. "I will just drink a cup of coffee and take a couple of doughnuts and a bone for Silversheene. I must hurry or they will be here."

Even as she spoke an automobile horn sounded down the road.

With a groan of despair the girl sank into an easy-chair.

"Oh, oh, Mother, Mother, I cannot bear it. It will kill me."

The woman went quickly to her and, smoothing the brown hair, printed a kiss warm with mother love on her brow.

"I don't see how we could keep him," she

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 said. "If it was not this, it would be something else. He is a man's dog and needs a strong hand. Perhaps it is all for the best."

"Well," said the girl stoutly, "I am going to fight it. I won't stand by and see him murdered. You tell them I am not at home and that you don't know where Silversheene is. I will go down and stay with him and keep him quiet."

"All right. Perhaps it will all blow over. It is a mean trick and no one but Mike Fogarty would do it. You know he hated your father and now he takes it out on us."

The woman had crossed the room as she was speaking and stood peering out of the window at the approaching automobile.

"Hurry, child, hurry, or they will see you."

The girl needed no further admonition but slipped noiselessly out of the back door. When she was half-way across the yard her mother's voice called her again.

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 "It ain't them, Hilda. It is a large touring car with an Oregon name plate."

The girl turned back with a sudden glow of hope at her heart. But this joy was cut short by a sharp detonating report immediately in front of the house. At the sound she went suddenly pale and uttered a half suppressed scream.

"Oh, Mother, it is Silversheene. He has broken away and they have found him."

"Oh, no, child. It was only a tire blowing up. You will be sick if you don't hold on to yourself. Perhaps there will be some way out yet."

The girl passed her hand across her forehead as though to clear her brain.

"Yes," she said. "I was thinking of a plan when that dreadful bang drove it out of my head. Oh, yes, I know what it was. I will see what sort of a party itis. They will have to put on a tire."

She went into the kitchen and again applied water to her swollen eyelids and made herself more presentable.

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 Then she went shyly out to see whom fate had marooned almost in her yard.

She discovered a large Packard limousine drawn up beside the road in their very dooryard. A tall athletic young man of college age came quickly forward.

"I have to apologize for trespassing on your grass," he said smiling pleasantly. "But it seemed the only place to get out of the road while we put on a new tire."

"It is perfectly all right," replied the girl quickly. "It won't hurt the grass any. Besides grass is very common with us. We have a hundred acres of it."

"It is very good of you," he said. "I am glad we are detained so pleasantly. These Adirondack Mountains look good to me. We live in Northern Oregon and have some mountains there."

"Are you going straight back to Oregon?" asked the girl, remembering her trouble and her plan for its solution.

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 let us. They like to loiter along, but we ought to be home in a month."

Her next question surprised him, as it had nothing to do with travel, or automobiles, or anything in particular.

"Do you like dogs? I mean do you love them? Are they almost like folks to you?"

The young man threw back his head and laughed and Hilda liked his laugh. It was so pleasant and genuine.

"How did you guess it?" he asked. "I am nutty about dogs. The fellers in grammar school used to call me Doggy Dick. My name is Richard Henderson."

"Mine is Hilda Converse, and I am so glad you do like dogs. It will make such a difference with my plan."

The young man looked at her inquiringly but said nothing.

"How long will it take to put on the tire?"

"Half an hour perhaps. There are one or two other things to do."

"While you are waiting would you like

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