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— Van Weyden, critic and dilet
tante, is thrown into the water by the
sinking of a ferryboat. On coming to
nis senses he finds himself aboard the
sealing schooner Ghost, Captain Wolf
Larsen, bound to Japan waters. The cap
tain refuses to put Humphrey ashore and
makes him cabin boy “for the good of his
soul.” He begins to learn potato peeling
and dish washing under the cockney cook.
Mugridge. Hump’s quarters are changed
aft. Mugridge steals his money and
chases him when accused of it. Later he
listens to Wolf give his Idea of life—“like
a f e ri nent ... the big eat the litlle
:< • \£°ky is jealous of Hump and hazes
JSF- Wolf hazes a seaman and makes it
tfie basis for another philosophic discus
wJ,h Hump. Jfolf entertains Mu
gridge in his cabiqK»s from him at cards
the money he stole 'i^m Hump, and then
Je] ls . 4 Hu mP H is his, Wolf’s, by right of
might. Cooky and Hump whet knives at
each other. Hump’s intimacy with Wolf
increases, and Wolf sketches the story of
nisi fe Hump. Wolf discusses the
Btble. and Omar with Hump and illus
trates the instinctive love of life bv chok
. ,? mp nearl y to death. A carnival of
ojujalily creaks loose In the ship and
Wo f proves himself the master brute.
Wolf Is knocked overboard at night
comes back aboard by the logline and
wins clear in a fight in the forecastle.
Hump dresses Wolfs wounds and. despite
his Protest is made mate on the hell-ship.
?l r 'Y? n tries to >earn his duties
, ® Wnlf haz «® the ™" wh ° tried
to Kin him.
‘ CHAPTER XlV—Continued.
I had cherished a hope that his vic
tims would find an opportunity to
escape while filling our water barrels,
but Wolf Larsen had selected his spot
well. The Ghost lay half beyond the
surf line of a lonely beach. Here
debouched a deep gorge, with precipi
tous, volcanic walls which no man
could scale. And here, under his di
rect supervision—for he went ashore
himself—Leach and Johnson filled the
small casks and rolled them down to
the beach. They had no chance to
make a break for liberty in one of the
boats.
Late that afternoon we hove up an
chor and got away. Nothing was be
fore us but the three or four months'
hunting on the sealing grounds. The
outlook was black indeed, and I went
about my work with a heavy heart.
An almost funereal gloom seemed to
have descended upon the Ghost. Wolf
Larsen had taken to his bunk with
one of his strange, splitting head
aches. Johnson I found lying full
length on the forecastle head, staring
at the troubled churn of the forefoot,
and I remembered with horror the
suggestion Wolf Larsen had made. It
seemed likely to bear fruit. I tried
to break in on the man’s morbid
thoughts by calling him away, but he
smiled sadly at me and refused to
obey.
Leach approached me as I returned
aft.
“I want to ask a favor, Mr. Van
Weyden,” he said. “If it’s yer luck
to ever make 'Frisco once more, will
you hunt up Matt McCarthy? He's
my old man. He lives on the hill,
back of the Mayfair bakery, runnin'
a cobbler's shop that everybody
knows, and you’ll have no trouble.
Tell h\ha I lived to be sorry for the
trouj* I brought him and the things
f 1 and—and just tell him ‘God
I blaKiim,’ for me.”
Lj^Bdded my head, but said, ’’We’ll
Wi back to San Francisco, Leach,
Egou’ll be with me when I go to
|Vatt McCarthy.”
■d like to believe you,” he an
■ed, shaking my hand, “but I
B- Wolf Larsen’ll do for me, I
■v it; and all I can hope is he'll do
■lick.”
£Sid as he left me I was aware of
■ same desire at my heart. Since
■as to be done, let it be done with
^atch. It was a cheap and sordid
' '■« afler a ’L this life, and the
- ■ier over the better. Over and
■e with! I. too, leaned upon the
^kand gazed longingly into the sea,
.■the certainty that sooner or
■ should be sinking down, down
' ■^fdktt£reen depths of its
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leW^Ruickly. Steering I picked up
easily, but running aloft to the cross
trees and swinging my whole weight
by my arms when I left the ratlines
and climbed still higher, was more
difficult. This, too. I learned, and
quickly, for I felt somehow a wild de
sire to v.ndicate myself in Wolf Lar
sen’s eyes, to prove my right to live
in ways other than of the mind. Nay,
the time came when I took joy in the
run of the masthead and in the cling
ing by my legs at that precarious
height while I swept the sea with
glasses in search of the boats.
I remember one beautiful day, when
the boats left early and the reports of
the hunters’ guns grew dim and dis
tant and died away as they scattered
far and wide over the sea. There
was just the faintest wind from the
westward; but it breathed its last by
the time we managed to get to lee
ward of the last lee boat. One by
one —I was at the masthead and saw—
the six boats disappeared over the
bulge of the earth as they followed
the seal into the west. We lay, scarce
ly rolling on the placid sea, unable to
follow. Wolf Larsen was apprehen
sive. The barometer was down, and
the sky to the east did not please
him. He studied it with unceasing
vigilance.
“If she comes out of there,” he said,
“hard and snappy, putting us to wind
ward of the boats it’s likely there’ll
be empty bunks tn steerage and
fo’c’sle.”
By eleven o’clock the sea had be
come glass. Slowly the whole east
ern sky was filled with clouds that
overtowered us like some black sierra
of the infernal regions. And still we
rocked gently, and there was no wind.
We ate dinner, a hurried and anx
ious meal for me with eighteen men
abroad on the sea and beyond the
bulge of the earth and with that heav
en-rolling mountain range of clouds
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He Laughed Aloud Mockingly and De
fiantly at the Advancing Storm. \
moving slowly down upon us. Wolf
Larsen did not seem affected, how
ever, though I noticed, when we re
turned to the deck, a slight twitching
of the nostrils, a perceptible quickness
of movement. Once, and unwitting
that he did so or that I saw, he
laughed aloud, mockingly and defiant
ly, at the advancing storm. I see him
yet, standing there like a pygmy out of ,
the “Arabian Nights” before the huge
front of some malignant genie. He ,
was daring destiny, and he was un
afraid.
The whispers of wind became puffs,
the sails filled, the Ghost moved.
Wolf Larsen put the wheel hard up, to
port, and we began to pay off. The
wind was now dead astern, mutter- ,
ing and puffing stronger and stronger,
and my head-sails were pounding lus
tlly. My hands were full with the fly- .
Ing-jib, jib, and staysail; and by the
time this part of my task was accom- ,
piished the Ghost was leaping into the I
southwest, the wind on her quarter ,
and all her sheets to starboard. With- ,
out pausing for breath, though my
.heart was beating like a trip-hammer j
Brom my exertions, 1 sprang to the
■Lpsails, and before the wind had be- (
J^Kae too strong we had them fairly ]
;• ■Mkl were coiling down. Then I
for orders.
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THE BULLEtJ
Indeed, as I gazed at the heavy sea
through ytich we were running, I
doubted 'lnat there was a boat afloat.
It did? not seem possible that such
frail craft could survive such stress
of wind and water.
For an hour I saw nothing but the
naked, desolate sea. And then, where
a vagrant shaft of sunlight struck the
ocean and turned its surface to wrath
ful silver, I caught a small black speck
thrust skyward for an instant and
swallowed up. I waited patiently.
Again the tiny point of black projected
itself through the wrathful blaze a cou
ple of points oft our port-bow. I did
not attempt to shout, but communi
cated the news tt- Wolf Larsen by wav
ing my arm. He changed the course,
and I signaled affirmation when the
speck showed dead ahead.
It grew larger, and so swiftly that
for the first time I fully appreciated
the speed of our flight. Wolf Larsen
motioned for me to come down, and
when I stood beside him at the wheel
gave me instructions for heaving to.
“Expect all hell to break loose," he
cautioned me, “but don’t mind it.
Yours is to do your own work and to
have Cooky stand by the fore-sheet."
The boat was now very close, and
I could make out plainly that it was
lying head to wind and sea and drag
ging on its mast and sail, which had
been thrown overboard and made to
serve as a sea-anchor. The three men
were bailing. Each rolling mountain
w’helmed them from view. Then, and
with black suddenness, the. boat would
shoot clear through the foaming crest,
bow pointed to the sky, and the whole
length of her bottom showing, wet and
dark, till she seemed on end.
The Ghost suddenly changed her
course, keeping away. Wolf Larsen
was preparing to heave to. I felt an
abrupt easing of the schooner, a loss
for the moment of all strain and pres
sure, coupled with a swift accelera
tion of speed. She was rushing around
on her heel into the wind.
As the Ghost wallowed for an in
stant. broadside on and rolling straight
over and far into the wind, I beheld a
huge sea rise far above my head. It
descended, pandemonium broke loose,
everything happened at once. I was
struck a crushing, stunning blow, no
where in particular and yet every
where. My hold had been broken
loose, I was under water, and the
thought passed through my mind that
this was the terrible thing of which
I had heard, the being swept in the
trough of the sea. I brought up vio
lently against what I took to be the
rail, breathed, and breathed the sweet
air again. As I scrambled out on all
fours I passed over the body of
Thomas Mugridge, who lay in a groan
ing heap. There was no time to in
vestigate. I must get the jib backed
over.
On all sides there was a rending and
crashing of wood and steel and can
vas. The Ghost was being wrenched
and torn to fragments. The foresail
[ and foretopsail were thundering into
I ribbons, the heavy boom threshing
and splintering from rai[ to rail. The
air was thick with flying wreckage
ropes and stays were hissing and coil
ing like snakes, and down through it
all crashed the gaff of the foresail
The spar could not have missed me
by many inches, while it spurred me
to action. Perhaps the situation was
not hopeless. I remembered Wolf
Larsen's caution. He had expected
all hell to break loose, and here it
was. And where was he? I caught
sight of him toiling at the main sheet,
heaving it in and flat with his tremen
dous muscles, the stern of the schoon
er lifted high in the air and his body
outlined against a white surge of sea
sweeping past. All this, and more —a
whole world of chaos and wreck —in
possibly fifteen seconds I had seen and
heard and grasped.
1 did not stop to see what had be
come of the small boat, but sprang to
the jib-sheet. The jib Itself was be
ginning to slap, partially filling and
emptying with sharp reports; but
with a turn of the sheet and the ap
plication of my whole strength each
time it slapped, I slowly backed it.
This I know: I did my best. I pulled
till I burst open the ends of all my
fingers; and while I pulled, the flying
jib and staysail split their cloths apart
and thundered into nothingness.
Still I pulled, holding what I gained
each time with a double turn until the
next slap gave me more. Then the
sheet gave with greater ease, and
Wolf Larsen was beside me, heaving
in alone while I was busied taking up
the slack.
"Make fast!" he shouted. "And come
on!"
As 1 followed him I noted that in
spite of rack and ruin a rough order
obtained. The Ghost was hove to. She
was stilj In working order, and she
was still working. Though the rest of
her sails were gone, the jib, backed
to windward, and the mainsail hauled
down flat, were themselves holding,
and holding her bow to the furious sea
as well.
I looked for the boat, and, while
Wolf Larsen cleared the boat tackles,
saw It lift to leeward on a big sea
and not a score of feet away. And.
so nicely had he made his calculation,
we dri^^^^^^down upon it, so that
nothing^Kiined to do but hook the
tackles to either end and hoist It
aboard. I noticed blood spouting from
Kerfoot’s left hand. In some way the
third finger had been crushed to a
pulp. BuUhe gave no sign of pain,
and with his single right hand helped
us lash the boat In its place.
Then we raced, and wildly, across
the wild sea, the while I hung like a
fly in the crosstrees and searched for
the other boats. In half an hour I
sighted the second one, swamped and
bottom up, to which were desperately
clinging Jock Horner, fat Louis and
Johnson. This time I remained aloft,
and Wolf Larsen succeeded hi heav
ing to without being swept. As before,
we drifted down upon it. Tackles
were made fast and lines flung to the
men, who scrambled aboard like mon
keys.
As before, the Ghost swung out of
the trough, lifting her deck again out
of the sea, and dashed before the
howling blast. It was now half-past
five, and half an hour later, when the
last of the day lost itself in a dim and
furious twilight, I sighted a third boat.
It was bottom up, and there was no
sign of its crew. Wolf Larsen re
peated his maneuver, holding off and
then rounding up to windward and
drifting down upon it. But this time
he missed by forty feet, the boat pass
ing astern.
“Number four boat!" Oofty-Oofty
cried, his keen eyes rfeading its num
ber in the one second when it lifted
clear of the foam and upside down.
It was Henderson’s boat, and with
him had been lost Holyoak and Wil
liams, another of the deep-water
crowd. Lost they indubitably were;
but the boat remained, and Wolf Lar
sen made one more reckless effort to
recover it.
And when he put the wheel hard
over and the Ghost’s bow swung off,
I was once more buried beneath the
pounding seas and clinging for life
to the pinrail at the foot of the fore
mast. When the Ghost finally emerged
Kelly, who had come forward at the
last moment, was missing.
This time, having missed the boat
and not being in the same position as
in the previous instances, Wolf Lar
sen was compelled to resort to a dif
ferent maneuver. Running off before
the wind with everything to starboard,
he came about and returned close
hauled on the port tack. Though we
■were continually half-buried, there
was no trough in which to be swept,
and we drifted squarely down upon
the upturned bqat, badly smashing it
as it was heaved inboard.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PECULIAR SPECIMEN OF WASP
Inrect That Is Becoming More Com
mon in England Not Pretty Thing
to Look At.
The other day a fearsome insect
made its appearance in the window
of a local chemist's shop, relates the
London Chronicle. The chemist, plac
ing a little chloroform wad near the
invader, soon reduced it to a coma
tose condition. In color and shape
it was much like a giant hornet, with
a very long sting. It was a specimen
of the giant-tailed wasp (Sirex gigans),
which is getting much more common
than it was some years ago. The
larva is a wood-feeder, and is sup
posed to have been introduced to
Great Britain in foreign timber.
The perfect insect is about two
inches in length, lias tout membra
nous wings, and long, yellow antennae.
The body is blueblack, with yellow
stripes, and the long boring apparatus
used by the insect for piercing a hole
into the timber in which to deposit its
eggs has, to the uninitiated, the ap
pearance of a terrible sting. When
hatched, the grub bores its way into
the interior of the timber, where it
enjoys itself for thr^e years, or even
longer.
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Luck in Wall Street.
The case of the former Wall street
messenger boy who has just paid $72,-
000 for a stock exchange seat out of
his winnings In "war stocks" will
long serve to point a moral and adorn
a tale of the magic possibilities of
stock speculation. As against this
concrete exanjple of successful get
rich-quck finance, all the hard-luck ex
periences of the less fortunate and
all the warnings about the snares and
pitfalls of stock gambling will be as
nothing. There was the unlucky case
a few months ago of the bank teller
whose faith in war stock profits proved
hie ruin. But that is another story,
and as opposed to it here is the more
agreeable instance of the youth who
has made good, and at thirty-one from
the humblest of beginnings has
reached the cherished role of all stoct
brokers' clerks.
But it is to be noted that he made
h!s fortune operating from the Inside
and not from the outside.
Large Sum for Holste n Bull.
Oliver Gabana, the “Holstein king."
paid $25,000 for a bull at public aqc
tion sale. He has the greatest col
lection of Holsteins In the world.
The Master’s Re
ception Evening
By REV. HOWARD W. POPE
of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago
TEXT—Not forsaking {he assembling of
ourselves together.—Heb. 10:25.
I. The ideal prayer meeting never
happens. If it is a good meeting, some-
Hence the leader should prepare
carefully. The hymns can be select
ed; one person can be asked to pray
for the sick, another for the absent,
and so on. Attention to details helps
immensely. But especially should the
leader wait upon God in prayer until
his heart burns with love, and his soul
is sejtsitive to the faintest whisper
of the Holy Spirit. If athletes train
for a boat race or a ball game, simply
to secure the applause of people, sure
ly the Christian can afford to train for
a spiritual conflict where all the forces
of heaven and hell are arrayed against
each other, where eternal destinies are
at stake, and where every part of the
service is watched with keenest so
licitude by “so great a cloud of wit
nesses.”
Not only the leader, but all the mem
bers should prepare. Let them read,
think and pray over the subject. Let
them deny themselves daily, for a
godly life is the best preparation for
an ideal meeting. Let them gather up
spiritual strength all the week and
concentrate it upon this service, mak
ing it the supreme hour of the week,
the hour
When heaven comes down our souls to
greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
11. The ideal prayer meeting has an
object as well as a subject—a definite
object, never to be forgotten by the
leader or the workers.
What is that subject? It is not
simply to have an interesting meeting.
A service may be interesting, and yet
be so devoid of spirituality as to sug
gest only, “sounding brass and tinkling
cymbals.” The real object is to
awaken spiritual emotion, to bring the
soul face to face with God. to kindle
fires of devotion until the altar is all
ablaze with the sacrifice of willing
hearts, and there comes over the audi
ence that indescribable thrill and holy
hush which betokens the presence of
God, and which makes every heart
ready to say, “O God, thy will be
done.”
This is the true object of a prayer
meeting—to bring every soul to the
point where it is willing to do its duty,
so that decisions may’ be made and re
sults may be secured, right then and
there. At the close of a meeting
where the theme was temperance the
tide of feeling rose so high that 64
young men and women signed a total
abstinence pledge and thereby com
pletely revolutionized the temperance
sentiment of that church.
Whatever the subject of the meet
ing, never lose sight of the object.
Feeling which does not lead to action
is of questionable value.
111. The ideal meeting is cheerful,
social and hearty. Have a bright car
pet on the floor, appropriate pictures
on the wall, flowers on the table, and
the room seated with chairs. Make it
look as little like a church, and as
much like a home as possible. Lay
off hats, wraps and overshoes.
Have a “smile-'em-up committee" at
the door to welcome strangers and to
distribute the audience widely—the
small boys apart from each other, the
workers near the unconverted, and the
timid ones near the more spiritual.
Into this “rest for the weary” come
with your thanksgiving and rejoicing.
Make the welkin ring with song. Let
the most spiritual members lead in
prayer until a strong devotional at
mosphere has been created, which will
make it easy for anyone to confess
Christ.
Be cheerful! Paul had his discour
agements. but he kept them to him
self. Cultivate the habit of handshak
ing. and do not wait for an introduc
tion. In short, strive to be
One of the spirit chosen by heaven to
turn
The sunnyside of things to human eyes.
IV. The ideal meeting is one in
which all take part. There are some
things that lie within the reach'of all.
You can fill up the front seats, and
thus support the leader. You can
speak early in the meeting, and one
sentence then is worth a dozen later
on.
Anyone can repeat a verse of Scrip
ture, and if it is sheeted with care
and prayer. God will use it to strength
en the saints and to carry conviction
to sinners. Remember that the Word
of God is the sword of the Spirit. Use
it for a purpose, and expect results.
Another Testimonial
for
CALUMET
BAKING
POWDER
The President’s
Wedding Cake
was prepared by Mrs.
Marian Cole Fisher
and Miss Pansy
Bowen, both of whom
are known through
out the United States
as experts in Do
mestic Science work.
This Wilson - Galt
Wedding Cake was
worthy of the occa
sion in every respect.
Calumet Baking
Powder was used in
its preparation and
both the above
named ladies heartily
recommend Calumet
Baking Powder for
its purity, whole
someness, economy
and never-failing re
sults. These ladies
use Calumet exclu
sively in all their work.
Received Highett Award World’*
Pure Food Exposition, Chicago;
Pari* Exposition, France, March,
1912. •
NATURE HIDES HER RICHES
Seemingly Barren Big Horn Basin of
Northern Wyoming Has a Wealth
of Oil and Gas.
Nature's provisions for the comfort
of mankind in seemingly inhospitable
regions are sometimes well hidden and
are found only after the scientist and
the venturesome prospector have come
to the aid of the settler. In the Big
Horn basin of northern Wyoming lack
of water and lack of fuel are conspicu
ous features, and the sagebrush desert,
where the temperature ranges from 32
degrees below zero in January to 105
degrees above zero in July, where the
annual rainfall is less than six inches,
and where timber is scarce, is not at
tractive to the settler.
Some years ago three wells drilled
in a dome or upfold of the rocks near
Basin, in Big Horn county, struck a
strong flow of gas. and Greybull and
Basin now have the distinction of be
ing the only towns in Wyoming that
are supplied with natural gas.
Field work done by United States
geological survey parties has resulted
in reports that show the position of
the rock folds, and drilling has result
ed in the discovery of oil. Fifty-two
wells had been drilled near Basin up
to last October and more than three
fourths of them yielded oil or gas in
commercial quantity.
In order to drill some of these wells
water had to be hauled in wagons
from the river, miles away. Water
suitable for domestic use was found in
many of the wells.
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TOWNS WITH SILLY NAMES
Indians Protest Against Such Offenses
Against Good Taste as
Dolly Lake.
Some Blackfoot Indians, with a taste
and a respect for nature that shames
the paleface, have protested to the sec
retary of the interior against the bar
barous custom of tacking silly, mean
ingless, vulgar names to noble natural
objects which the Indians long ago had
named with appropriateness. A melo
dious word, with poetic significance
and very likely legend, is calmly ig
nored in favor of Jones' gulch, or
Smith's falls, or Dolly lake.
It is even worse in the matter of
towns. Nearly all the good names in
North America are those bestowed by
the Indians or the early French and
Spanish explorers. After them came
the Anglo-Saxon, spattering the land
scape with his own patronymics and
other tasteless and meaningless proper
nouns.
We can understand why a person
with the imagination of a hitching
post might prefer for a beautiful nat
ural object his own name or that of a
female relative, or some foolish Grand
falls. High peak, Swift rapids. Broad
canyon; but we cannot understand why
authority should permit him to vandal
ize that way. Unless there is some ex
cellent reason to the contrary, author
ity ought to insist always upon the In
dian names.—Saturday Evening Post.
He Was Roped In.
Mary—l understand Hazel has taken
advantage of her leap-year prerogative
and captured a husband.
Aimee--I don't think leap year had
anything to do with it. You see she
spent six weeks in Texas last summer
and learned to manipulate the lasso.
, His Way.
“My books ?ller Is a contrary fel
low.”
"So is mine, for when I order a
book, he books the order.”
body has put
prayer and
thought and work
into it. The laws
of grace are as
rigid, and as re
liable, too, as the
laws of nature.
“Heaven may be
had for the ask
ing,” says the poet,
but the ideal
prayer meeting
cannot. It is as
true here as else
where that “what
soever a man sow
eth, that shall he
also reap.”
