the water is converted into a pretty thick
soup—not with vegetables like Scotch broth
—but with sand and ashes conveyed by the
hot stones.”

“After descending the river some hun-
dreds of miles, the Indians gave us to
understand that there were some white
people like us at a fort on the bank of the
river some distance down. After a time the
snow-clad ranges of mountains skirting the
river on both sides recede, the river widens,
and for miles wanders among countless
islands.

“After travelling about 45 miles after
entering this level stretch of country we
had the satisfaction of coming in sight of
the fort spoken of by the Indians.”

It might have been a Russian post, but
it turned out to be Fort Yukon, now in
charge of his old friend Hardisty, at the
mouth of the Porcupine River. (Fort Yukon
is now in Alaska.)

“T had thus the satisfaction,” rejoices
Campbell, “of demonstrating that my con-
jectures from the first—in which hardly
anyone concurred—were correct, and that
the Pelly and Yukon were identical.”

Next morning Campbell started up Por-
cupine River to cross the Rocky Mountains
to Peel River, a tributary of the Mackenzie.

“Great astonishment was felt by all my
friends and acqaintances when they saw
me reach Fort Simpson by coming up the
Mackenzie River instead of descending the
Liard, for no one had any suspicion that
the Pelly River had any connection with the
Yukon.”

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The Russians had applied the name of
one of the mouths of the Yukon—Kwich-
pak—to the whole river. In 1838 Malakoff
explored the river for about 600 miles and
a settlement was founded here four years
later by Derabin. Zagoskin, of the Russian
navy, helped build Fort Nulato there in
1843. His chart showed the limit of Russian
exploration to be 700 miles from the sea.

PATIENCE

DON’T think of today, it’s a lousy day
And tomorrow is just as bad,

But think of the past, the glorious past,
Think of the past and be glad.

Don’t think of your friends, with guns on
their backs,

Don’t think of the girls that you love;

Don’t think of the war and the bombs and
the gas

Which rain from the heavens above.

If you should think now of trenches and
tombs,

And picture the whole bloody show,

You'll hoplessly strain and tear at the leash

To be gone—and you know you can’t go.

So know that you’re doing your best for
_ Home,
You'd fight if you damn well could,
Forget for the moment you want to be there
For cursing will do you no good!
—A\non.

LOUIS Golding, the author of Magnolia
Street, was told this story by an Italian
officer who is a prisoner in England. The
officer commanded some Fascist groups who
fought in Greece. One morning he received
his instructions from the High Command
and then relayed them to his men. He told
them of the plan—to charge from the ravine
where they were located and take a fort
atop the hill. The men nodded, in under-
standing.

At the appointed minute the officer raised
his sword, shouted “Avanti!” and rushed
up the hill) He glanced around him and
found that he was alone. He looked back,
where his men sat, applauding, “Bravo,
Capitan!” — Leonard Lyons in the New
York Post.

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SYMPATHETIC UNDERSTANDING

THE burglar had entered as cautiously
possible. If only he could silence those

thick-soled shoes a bit. ,
Stealthily feeling his way in the darkness,
he was startled upon reaching a bedroom
door by sounds as of someone moving in
bed. He paused. A woman’s voice pierced
the stillness. He listened. Rs
“Nice hour to be getting home, isn’t it—
and how many times have I told you ind
take off your shoes when you come in? Here
it’s been raining ‘cats and dogs’ all night |
and you come tramping in with no respect _
for my carpets at all. You go right down
stairs and take them off this instant or else
VlI—_ BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH”™— ~
Silently the poor burglar sneaked down
stairs and out into the night. His eyes
glistened suspiciously as he confronted his
pal, the lookout, and with a voice quavering
with emotion, he said: 3
“T can’t rob that house, Spike; on the
level I can’t. It reminds me too much of

home!!!” —Spring 3100
DE-GRADING

A civilian who wasn’t quite equal to the
task of distinguishing officers’ ranks by their
shoulder badges, was conversing with 7
Superintendent. Several times he called him
Inspector; then as if not sure, he asked:
“You are an Inspector, aren't you?”

The Superintendent, slightly amused,
replied: “Well, I was once, but I’m not
any more.”

“That’s too bad,” consoled the civilian,
and added, “drink, I suppose.”

—From The Special.

Motor Cop: “I’ve had my eye on you for
some. time, miss.”

Co-ed: “And I thought you merely
wanted to give me a ticket for speeding.”

—Detroit Free Press.

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