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CHRISTMAS AT THE NORTH POLE,
By W. A. CROFFUT.
Copyright, 1895, by Baeheller, Johnson & Hacheller.
It was August. I sat In a rocking chair
in the breezy front hall, waiting for din
ner. I remember hearing my mother say:
“Don't go to sleep, for the chicken pie Is
nearly done.” At that very moment a
young man leaned over the picket fence
by the rose bush, picked a rose with rus
tic freedom, and said ‘'Good-morning.”
I remarked that It was a hot day.
“It’s a stinger!" he said. ”1 haven’t
•een so hot a day for a hundred years!”
"How long did you say?” I asked, rising
from the chair. "That must have been
when you were rather young."
“No,” he said, ‘‘l was fifty-odd then."
“Fifty-odd what?” I inquired.
“I was fifty-four years old,” he said,
•‘the last warm summer I ever saw. That
was a hundred years ago, down in old
Kentucky."
He smelt a rose, and pinned the white
blossom in his button hole. He was a
youth of about twenty-five, of florid com
plexion, blue eyes, and long black, wavy
hair. He wore a full beard also, neatly
trimmed, but long enough, it occurred to
me, to be of real service in cold weather.
“I was in Kentucky," he explained, "in
1794. I didn’t exactly live there: I wan
dered among the Indians. I was disgust
ed with the human race. But you don't
care to hear my story.”
"Excuse me,” I said, “I do;” for it
was apparent that he was harmless, and
he might be amusing. He walked through
the gate, took a chair and continued:
“Stranger, my name is John Fitch. Did
you ever hear of me?”
"No,” I said. "But I may have heard
of your great-great-grandfather.”
"That's me,” he said.
"Where the dickens do you come from
anyhow?” 1 asked.
“North Foie. That's where I got
young."
“Ah! How was that?"
He threw one leg over the other* as if
he were going to stay all day, and went
on:
"I Invented the steamboat some time
before I left here, in fact, I made the
steamboat. I got exclusive patents to
use them on American waters. 1 put a
boat on the Delaware, and ran the Conti
nental Congress and the Constitutional
Convention down to the sea and back.
1 ran that boat all one summer betwei n
Philadelphia and Burlingtou. Everybody
called me crazy, but they bought tick
ets. Then 1 got a concession for Franc-;
but it was the fourth year of the repub
lic. and Parisians thought a heap more of
the guillotine than a steamboat. Finally
1 got out of money and worked my pas
sage home. I left my specifications with
the American consul, where a man named
Fulton found them afterward. Are there
as many sharpers to the square inch as
there were it: those days? Well, about
a year later I escaped from a lunatic
asylum where some kind friends had got
quarters for m< . and died. That is, 1 hid
among the Indians of <)lilo. From there
1 went up into British America, and from
what is now Point Harrow 1 put off with
two Eskimo in a kaiak. straight north.
I was mud and sick, and did not cur
what became of me. Am i getting tire
some?"
1 reassured hitn. He laughed and added:
"Fugitives from the l ulled States com.
to our colony now. every year."
"What for?” I ventured to ark.
"To prevent the (tight of time,” he re
plied, "and to get young."
J moved a little fut/der frdrn him.
That Is impossible ” i said
la it?” rctorbd he, "Just inspect me
1 am U>3 years old -do you notice any
gray hairs?”
"Will you kindly explain?” I asked.
Vary well. First let us ask you a quea
tion. What makes a man grow old?”
"Tky flight of years, of course.”
"A. what measures the flight of
years?”
“The procession of days,” I answered.
"Correct. Now, if you can prevent the
flight of days the flight of years will be
Impossible, won't it?"
"Undoubtedly—but "
"Undoubtedly! Very well. All you've
got to do is to prevent the procession of
days, isn't it? That is, if we could go fast
enough to keep directly under the sun all
the way round the earth each twenty
four hours, no day would ever mature;
there would be no day for us.”
“Yes,” I answered, without venturing
more.
"But the earth is about 16.000 miles round
in this latitude, and the shortest way a
man can go it takes him about sixty days
to go around it; he only saves one day in
sixty. Do you follow me?”
"I do.”
"If an Eskimo could go straight round
it in the latitude of Labrador he would
make it in about twenty days, and would
gain one day in every twenty.”
"Yes.”
A Nova Zemblan would make it in ten
daysi that is, every time he went round
it would give him one day longer to live.
Do you catch on?”
“I do.” 1 answered again, for I had now
grown quite serious.
“Very well; now if a man should go
so far north as to be able to go around
the earth with the sun once every day
what would happen?”
"No days would pass,” I said.
“Exactly! Now suppose he should go
still further north so that he could go
twice around the earth—or the North
Pole—while the sun was going round
once; what would happen in that case?
Grow younger all the while, wouldn't he?"
“I grope,” I said “The way grows dark.
I see what you are driving at. But, Capt.
Fitch, I have known figures to liq; does
astronomy lie, too?”
He laughed. "Come and see,” he said,
rising from the chair. “I am going to
start back to-day. for I promised to get
there by Christmas.”
How 1 ever < arm to agree to a proposal
that seemed at flrst so preposterous is
ditiicult to explain; but the fact is that
1 followed him out to the gate with my
straw hat and duster on, and started
upon the uncanny excursion.
“You can tog up when you get there,”
he said.
Before we reached the Arctic circle it
began to grow dark and cold, and we ex
changed the attire of low latitudes for
the conventional fur bags of the Eskimo,
which we found very snug and comfort
able. At the Point Barrow hut (latitude
70 degrees), where Fitch had sometimes
made his headquarters, he found an ac
quaintance—an Eskimo. After greeting
him heartily, be said to ine: “This is my
man Su-Kuok. In knowledge of the re
gion we were going through he is king
of the north. Let's go right aboard, Su."
"All ready,” answered the native.
We walked down to the shore of the
Arctic ocean. There the Eskimo east
off at once, moved a lever at his side,
and the little boat wheeled round and
stt her nose from the land. Noting Hie
absence of sails and oars, 1 asked what
made us move.
"Electric engine," said Fitch. "It Is
tucked away down in the bow. I had been
to Washington for a patent when 1 met
you. 1 don't have to burn coal. I obtain
my electricity in inexhaustible quantities
from the original fountain. The universe
Is full of unappropriated power.”
So wt forged ahead. We spent the
first four days dodging ieela-rgs. At
length I noticed an angry shore ahead,
against which the waters dashed and
roared. I was terrified to observe that
unr speed was in no wise dlmlnshe.l. At
this point the ice met the water in a
very gentle slop- , and while I was con
sidering what we should do ilex', the re
markable craft, rei tiling to catrh hold of
the I y alioie as If with claws, dlmlted
to tin top like an overgrown goat. We
did not pause on gaining ilie summit of
the lee field, but rushed on with a speed
which was even increased, and I now ob
served that ws were on whe.;> our
progress was the mom surprising because
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llow to Make a Winner.
Is Spicer's play a success?”
“It would be a money-maker with a. change or two.”
What would you suggest?"
He should charge less for admission and more for egress."
the ice was uneven, and in places broken
into crevices four or five feet across.
“Y'ou see, we carry our own. track,”
said my companion.
Slight investigation revealed the se-re*.
Around this boat-wagon, endwise, paral
lel with the guards, ran two continuous
bands of iron hinged together in sec
tions. The part of the hands at any
moment twnealh the vehicle formed two
tolerably steady rails on which the wheels
ran; and as we moved forward that part
which was behind was li.spd up by an
automatic cam and carried forward "over
our heads, dropping again in front of the
wheels, thus making an endless track.
As we advanced and the days grew
darker and the weather colder, my at
tention was invited to a sheet-iron pannel
set in the box. This I found radiated at.
a high degree of heat.
"Cosmival electricity.” said Fitch
“Transmutation of forces. What's the
use of freezing?”
We were something over two months
on the way; but one morning I was awak
ened by Stt-Kuok’s electric whistle tear
ing away like mad. I say "one morning”
conventionally, merely- because it was
the end of one of our daily sleeps It
was a dusky twilight. We had not seen
the sun since September, and I just man
aged to keep alive my faith that it was
rolling around tho earth somewhere be
low the horizon of faintish pink. As we
suddenly came to a stop i looked out
of the cabin window, and through the
semi-darkness saw that we were moored
in the suburbs of what seemed a popu
lous village. There were several carriages
like ours, and snow villas and ice palaces
in every direction. The stars were all
out, and we stood under the little dinper.
"Yonder is the pole.” said Uapt. Fitch,
pointing to an upright post about seventy
five feet high, bearing what seemed to
be a sun at its peak and moons upon its
Ride.
"By the way,*’ be continued, "I hap
pen to know that you have not k*pt an
accurate run of th, days during the com
ing on of darkness, so you will perhaps
Ik- surprised to IpVr that till' is Christ
mas day.
”1 s.-e that the citizens of Polopolls are
In the mid si uf their customary festival.
Notice the luminaries on the pole, and th
stars, crescents, hearts ami othet symlxds
outlined lit flume upon t! •• villas "
1 hastened to follow (tint toward the
pole, which seemed the tenter of light
for all the region The fee near it was at
ready occupied Most f th,. people w.-re
walking around It to the left wit It th*
sun; and aon.* were walking very fast
indeed, while others were weaving rib
bons around it, dancing and singing tha
joyous song of the solstice.
"Is this really the North pole,” I asked
Fitch, when the cheer with which tha
Christmas assemblage had greeted him
had subsided.
“This is it,” he answered. "Su and I
came here alone and found It a hundred
years ago; and these later Immigrants, as
you see, never tire of thanking us.”
I was about to ask him if he found the
pole put up on that spot on arriving,
when we heard the salute, "Welcome
home, Col. Fitch!” by some young ladles
near by. They were blooming creatures,
full of ruddy health, a little Inclined to
the boisterous, just on the outer edge of
gigglehood.
"These ladies have been here." he said,
"since the time when your father was
born.”
"Impossible!” I exclaimed.
"And some of us were very passe at
that time, said one, laughing.
"Belonged to the Palaeozoic Period,"
said another.
•You do not look at all antique at this
time,” I remarked.
"1 flatter myself not. We’ve been do
ing the circuit,” said she.
"What is that, if you please?" I asked.
".My friend has Just arrived.” explained
Fitch.
“Will you come and take a walk with
me?” said the prettiest of the bevy. I
gave her my arm with a little thrill of
regret that I bad not known her before,
and we walked toward the Pole.
"I was IS years old when we got here.”
she frankly explained. "I ran as hard ns
J could th*- first day, and went urouild
the Pole with the sun seven hundred and
thirty times. I was dreadfully tired that
night, but I knew I had got ahead of the
cruel tyrant of the skies by about two
years. 'How much better you look,' said
my friends the next morning. These el
derly people here, walking the same way
as we are," she continued, "are growing
younger all the while. Of course they are
Just as many days younger as they are
aide to keep ahead of the tun. That
scrawny looking old ruin over there in
a pok' lionnut (they revert to the cos
tume of the states sometimes when they
walk very fast) lias been here only u few
days: she will be a blooming girl of 14
ot 2D summers Is-fore the aun rises next
spring. You notice alte carries a parrot
on tier finger? Polly grows young, too '
"Why are some of the people going the
other way?" I saked.
“Only Ins babba,” she answered. "Kid*
ar<- always a nuiaan< e when they are
young, so tlietr mothers, or the uyrtes,
Music Racks .
Onyx Tables .
Jardiniere Stands.
Slipper Cases.
Towel Rings .
Screen Frames.
Reed and Rattan Rockers.
Lace Curtains.
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The finest line in the city. 25c to $75,00.
take all the young things at six weeks
old and draw them rapidly round tho
Pole on these cradle sleds—against the
sun of course. By this expedient, infants
six weeks old get to be six years old in
about a month. Of course the mothers
and nurses grow rather faded in this
operation, but they take measures to
make themselves young again when the
babies have been properly matured.”
After we had walked for an hour, and
I was beginning to get quite an idea of
my new surroundings, she suddenly cried:
"Do you see that scythe hanging up on
the N. P.? That a symbol, Indicating that
old Time hasn't any further use for it
Now I must ask you to excuse me. I
have walked altogether too far in this
direction already; but the presence of a
stranger was exhilarating, and I walked
on. Now I must run aroung the Pole
fifty times in the other direction, for I
am falling into a state of ridiculous Ju
venility.”
I saw Col. Fitch at a little distance,
and I thought I would ask him who put
up the Pole: but he cut me oft with:
'How do you like our lights?’
“Wonderful!” I responded. “Did I un
derstand you to say that your light and
heat are obtained without fuel?"
“Great Scott! I should hope so!” he
exclaimed. "Fuel Is antiquated. We draw
our electricity from the Inorganic uni
verse direct, releasing It without the aid
of combustion. This planet is an immense
storage battery, and the aurora borealis
is all the while being emptied into it
through the magnetic pole. I intercept
this electric torrent by a simple contriv
ance, and get all the power we want for
light, heat, transportation and other dy
namics.”
“Sir,” said I, gasping for breath, "1
suppose you gear the Arctic circle t the
Inner flange of the firmament by cogs:
Y’ou are making fun of me. This tapping
the aurora borealis is ridiulous and im
possible.”
“Certainly.” he calmly observed, “that's
what It Is. All great inventions are ridicu
lous and Impossible. That's the peculiar
ity of them. Look at Edison’s phono
graph, for Instance, and the kineto
scope.”
"Who put up that pole?" I asked, break
ing away from his theme to desperation.
“O, yes," he said, “I meant to tell you.
The old Norwegian put it up. Cchne’and
look ft it."
The pole was about two feet through
and we approached and inspected it. The
electric lamps made it look like a colos
sal candelabrum.
"Letters on It,” I said. "What a lot of
queer characters cut In the bark!”
“Very old wood.” he explained. "It
does look like bark. It Is undoubtedly
many thousand years old, And stands
nearly In the middle of the ship—it is the
mizzen mast.”
“What ship are you talking about,
colonel?”
“The Om-Slaga, an old Norwegian bark
that drifted here at the beginning of the
great northern ice age.”
How do you know?" I said, looking at
him incredulously.
"This writing here is the song of An
nihilation.” he replied. "I will give vou
the substance of it after dinner.”
"Dinner!" I echoed. "What on Yrth
—or, rather, what on ice—do you eat
here?”
"Anything we prefer. We make all
sorts of food containing the chemical el
ements. salts, etc., around the armature
of the dynamo. We can turn out orto
lans, terrapin and champagne, at the
same price as water and cabbage.”
I was surprised into a long whistle; but
he hurried me away—“to ae our old
friends,” as he phrased It. He led me
two or three hundred feet, I should think
then at his command some workmen
whe addressed him as "General." did
away n huge block of Ice, disclosing tite
end of a tunnel. At the end of ’he pas
sage we came upon what looked like a
section of a ship; and in Its de-k sure
enough, the must was firmly fastened.
"This." he said, leading ine around
the mast to the other side, "|s the gal
ley; and here, on digging around, we
found ihe crew.
Alive. General?" I asked.
"Oh, no,” he said; "frozen solid We
have them yet. Do you want to sc,
them? These little drawers here wru
the cook's-where he kept hts peppr
salt and other seasonings. We keep the
crew in them now.”
Before I could express my amazement
lie drew out one of the liny drawers and
t it on a rude slab that had served as a
'able It contained what I fiiat thought
was a doll, dreaaed U the gtderdown hood
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and long fawn-skin skirts of a Norwegian
baby.
As he took it up in his hands and laid
it upon ray arms, I saw that it actually
was a baby—or had been. But it was an
unpleasant sight; its wizened face drawn
with suffering.
“Yes,” said Capt. Fitch, as if reading
my thoughts, "they had a hard time of
it. Twenty of 'em we have in the draw
ers around this galley. We know by this
little iron chain which clasps the mantle
that this was the captain; but this," he
continued, opening another drawer, and
exhibiting another midget face, "w as the
last survivor. He was an ancient viking
of some learning, and he it was who wrote
upon the mast in Runic characters the
story of their voyage, their distress, atui
their extinction. He says that he was
about seventy when the ship drifted into
these parts and began to go round in the
whirlpool, while the rest were much
younger; and, of course, they grew small
er and smaller, and perished first. There
seems to have been no solid ice here at
that time; but there was a great mael
strom here, directly at the pole, filled with
floating ice, and the ship was drawn, into
it and couldn't get out. The people never
knew what was the matter with them.
As they had to float round the pole con
stantly with the sun, they could not try
any experiments, such as we tried on the
solid ice before we had been here a week.
They swung helplessly round and round,
and kept getting younger and younger,
hut knew not why. Jim Rut, as this man
called himself, began to suspect when the
rest became little children what the mat
ter was. and wrote on the mast in his
strange letters, "Doomed! We are run
ning down the sun!” He records that he
kept his companions alive by feeding
them long after they became perfectly
helpless from extreme infancy. ‘But,’ he
added, ‘I too, am falling Into the green
and tender leaf.' As to his end we are
left to inference, but assume that he also
became too young to feed himself and
died of Inanition.”
“A strange-looking child,” I said, hand
back the little old man, whose eyes fol
lowed me as if he were alive.
“Y’es: the ladles have taken a great
interest in him,” said Fitch. "When we
made this discovery, which was not un
til after So-Kuok and I had been back
to the states a couple of times, they
used to take him out every day and run
around the pole against the sun trying
to make his grow older. But it ’was
no use. They grew older themselves, but
he did not recover the vital spark. He
was a goner.”
"What do you suppose the little folks
lived on? Is it unknown?"
"O, yes,” he said. "Jim Rui wrote out
the story on the mast. Wild animals
from the whole Arctic region were at
tracted upon the broken Ice bv the curious
whirling with the sun. They, too, kept
growing younger and younger; and when
they were young and tender the crew
caught them and used them for food
At last the venerable infants got too
young to capture any. and then they seem
to have shut themselves up in the galley
It kept snowing faster and faster, and
freezing harder and harder, till at last—
probably 10.000 years ago. and some cen
turies after all had perished—the great
Palaeoerystic sea became solidly congeal
ed, and revolved only with the earth
Great numbers of animals had assembled
In the snow at this point, having yielded
to the centripete influences, and’ their
carcasses were frozen up solid. So this
Ice under our feet, and around this wreck
for miles, is a vast refrigerator full of
fresh meat. Some of It had been dead
for thousands of years, yet it is just as
good ns ever. We often find the“e savory
castaways, and turn them to good ac
count—though we generally prefer the ar
tificial flavors. We even find fresh flow
ers.
"What!" I exclaimed. "Flowers in this
boreal region?”
"Certainly,” bo laughed. "The firs'
Christmas we spent here ■”
"I noticed that line spike of lilac blos
soms.' 1 remarked.
"Con on, or you'll lose your dinner!”
shouted he.
The voice startled me, for It suddenly
seemed as if It were not his voice; and
I pcroMVio tht tb? haul whi not hlv
which was laid lightly on my shoulder.
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ABOUT THE FESTIVE PEAYI'T.
How and Where They Grow anil Ara
Cultivated and Harvested.
From the Journal of Education.
Tho peanut is not a nut at all. It is a
ground pea, and is called a nut because it
has a nut-like shell. The plant blossoms
In the air and sunlight, but after the blos
som has "fallen off” the stem upon which
It was plows or punches Itself Into tho
ground several inches, where the seed
portion of the flower begins to enlarge and
develop into a pale yellow, wrinkled, curv
ed “pod" with a slight drawing together
in the middle. If the stem does not find
Its way into the ground within a day or
two after the flower falls off, the stem
dies. The surface of the pod Is netted.
The peanut has never been known to
grow wild, and it is not known where it u
native. A hundred years ago the peanut
was a leading article of food in Africa,
and the slave traders loaded their vessels
with peanuts und the negroes lived on
them on the voyage.
It grows abundantly In Japan, China end
In all East India countries. It was not
much cultivated in the United States until
18C8. Their extended cultivation was the te*
suit of the war. Until then there had be* l *
large importations from Africa, but attic®
1870 this country has raised all It has used.
Virginia, North Carolina and Tennes es
groduce most of the crop of the l ni'eti
tates. Under good conditions, before the
land has been "exhausted” by rising the
same crop too long, they can raise front .0
to 100 bushels to the acre.
The pea vines are better food for cattle
than timothy hay and almost as good as
clover. Peanut meal Is good food for cat
tle. A bushel of good peanuts weighs about
22 pounds. The peanuts are plowed up,
rather than dug up. The plow turns up the
soil and loosens vine and pods from th*
earth, and they are then pitch-forked cut
of the ground, the earth being carefully
•shaken from the plants. They are plowed
up in the morning, pitched into rows soon
after, and at night pitched into a stack
about a pole seven feet high. Rails aro
laid below the ines so that the lower pods
will not bo pressed into the earth and ne
spoiled. The vines are so placed as to have
the pods inward toward the pole and a
space is left for air next to the pole, on
the top of the stack is hay or cornstativs
to keep out the rain.
The stack is left from two to three
weeks, and then women and children pica
the good pods from the vines. This is
slow work and quite expensive. Sb" l ®
farmers leave the vines two days afte J
plowing before they are shaken out ana
some make their stacks fourteen feet
high. Some leave them in the stacks less
than two weeks and put them In barns
till they are ready to market them o*
have leisure to pick them.
Some farmers pick them from the vines
by machines. The pods are cleaned t\
machinery before being put in sacks, a
sack holds four bushels. Peanuts wen
put up and kept In a dry place are goon
for many years.
There are about 4,000,000 bushels of pea
nuts raised in the United States earn
year. The rest of the world raises h\o
times as many as the United States, or
20,000,000 bushels. r ,
The peanuts are four grades. The first
three grades are for three grades of ven
ders of roasted peanuts. The fourth *r
for confectioners for “burnt almonas
or peanut candy.
The American people pay $10,000,( - 1 [or
peanuts, not to eat as food, but to nlDtne
for fun.
A 4ln Well In n Tree.
From the Plttßburg Dispatch.
A singular case Is reported from th*
southern end or Washington roim '„
Hunley Gooch and his aon Kit were
hunting, and while they were eh<* ~m *
down a tree for the game, a hissing touna,
accompanied by an unpleasant odor, sud
denly came from the notch in the !■' •
Young Gooch atruck a match to see
was wrong, and Immediately Or* na*';
all over Ills heud and shoulder*. burn *
him severely. He made a desperate l<r
and landed beyond the circuit of ru
flames. The tree continued 10 burn
til tha hark was burned off several r>
abov their heads. The ax. which *
left sth king in tha trae. had the hao
burned off. The rnan had chPPJ>*J J “
a pent-up reservoir of gaa.