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English Mock Cheen Cak?
l'i cupfuls flour
i'? teaspoonful Kit
>,? cupful boiling water
cupful butter
1/4 cupful butter
7a cupful sugar
1 cupful fresh-grated coconut
2 eggs
2 teaspoonfuls cream
1 teaspoonlul vanilla
Make a rich pie paste of the
flour, salt, three-quarters cupful of
butter and the boiling water. Roll
out, cut in rounds, and line muffin
tins with it.
Make a filling of the quarter
cupful of butter, well creamed;
add the sugar and well-beateneggs,
cream and vanilla. Fold in the
coconut, fill the lined tins, and
bake in a moderate oven until a
delicate brown, and they are set.
These may be topped with
whipped cream when they are
cool.
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SYNOPSIS
Jack Hammond, gold prospector, returns
to Prince Rupert after a spree in Seattle
and learns that a gold rush Is starting as
a result of some careless remarks he had
dropped at a party concerning a gold dis
covery. He finds that his partner, McKen*
rie Joe Britten, hss gone on north to protect
I their claims. Besieged, Hammond decides
to tell the would-be prospectors how to
reach the new gold fields. Around the World
Annie, a frontier dance hall proprietor,
has assembled a troupe of girls and is
bent on starting a dance hall at the new
camp. Jack muses about Kay Joyce, the girl
In Seattle whom he loves and to whom he
confided the secret of his gold strike. Going
to his lawyer's office, he passes a young girl
on the stairs. Jack asks Barstow the law
yer about the girl and learns that she is a
volunteer client. Jack tells him about
Kay whom he had admired as a little girl,
but who ignored him in childhood. Timmy
Moon, a mutual acquaintance, had brought
them together. Kay was chilly at first but
when she saw some of his gold nuggets
they got along beautifully.
CHAPTER n? Continued
"Not a rival?" asked Barstow,
with a thin smile. Hammond
laughed.
"My best friend. He reminded
Kay that she had talked more about
that boy who used to live down by
alley than any other person she'd
ever known," Hammond chuckled.
"If it hadn't been for his help, I
might not have had the courage to
say a lot of the things I did."
"An old friend and plenty of liq
uor certainly do help."
The attorney shuffled a few loose
papers.
"A man can't ask any more than
that."
"Not if he's been in the bush so
long that he's grown moss. God, I
was fed up with the North! But
I'm itching to get back now. That's
why Joe wanted me to see you. To
check up on all our claims. Stakers
will be running around hog wild in
the snow up there in another
month."
The attorney swiveled about to his
filing case and brought forth a fat
envelope, scattering the contents on
the desk.
"Let's see ? " he mused. "Three
regular creek placer claims apiece
on Loon creek, 200 by 100 feet off
Moose river. Correct?"
"That's right. How about the half
mile government lease at the head
waters of the Loon?"
"Everything's paid up and grant
ed."
"And those other five leases?"
Barstow counted the papers.
"Five. That's right. What'd you
two take up those for?" he asked.
"That's 400 acres of land that isn't
even near water."
"Have you got the government
receipt for the lease?" insisted
Hammond.
Barstow tossed it over. The pros
pector looked at it and handed it
back.
"If Joe and I make anything out
of this find ? that's probably where
we'll do it."
"I thought the stuff was all in
the Loon creek sands."
"That's an old country," an
swered Hammond. "Loon creek has
wandered all over the map. We've
got a young bed-rock ? not over a
couple of hundred years old. If we
get into big money, we've got to
find the old bed of the Big Moose ?
the real one where nuggets were
piled up for a thousand years or
more."
Barstow nodded.
"Well, you've got the country
checkerboarded ; no reason why you
shouldn't have luck. Going out in
the morning?"
Hammond laughed.
"Who isn't?"
Business was over. They talked
for awhile, of the developing rush
into the new gold regions, the weird
hopes and dreams which every for
tune seeker would carry into the
North, few of which would be real
ized. At last Hammond rose to
leave.
The day passed; jammed in the
crowds at the various hardware
stores, Jack bought gold pans,
picks, hammer, saw and nails, and
a dozen other forms of supplies.
Nighi was broken by the barking of
soft-muscled Prince Rupert dogs, be
ing led to the station? many of them
to their ultimate slaughter. Trucks
whined up and down the abrupt
hill; slow-moving horses and truck
ing drays furnished an obbligato
to the rumble of motors. A new
community, in its every phase, good,
bad, upright, low, was forming for
life in a far-away, unknown land.
He and Joe had created it; now
Jack Hammond, as he tried to
sleep, felt for the first time a true
responsibility for it. Perhaps that
was why Around the World Annie
snapped her greeting so crustily the
next morning.
"Well, Prospector; sore because
you ain't got the whole North to
yourself?" ?
Jack halted in his progress
through the jammed waiting room
of the railroad station. The tri
weekly train was just backing in
from the coach yards, with extra
chair and baggage cars. Hammond
waved to the woman, and with a
laugh, edged toward her. It was
not an easy journey; his pack sack,
topped by an eiderdown sleeping
bag, bumped and swayed awk
wardly with contact against the
milling throng. Every one carried
pack sacks, one arm carelessly un
der a shoulder strap; even Around
the World Annie had one.
"What was that remark?" Ham
mond joked, when he reached her.
"What's been eatin' you?" asked
Annie. "You look like somebody's
stepped on your chin."
The man spread his shoulders.
"Just thinking," he said. Again
he looked out over the mob; people
crammed in tight groups, or mill
ing excitedly, or merely sitting, like
so many homeless souls, on piles of
duffle. "Look at 'em ? all of 'em go
ing to make a million."
"Well, if they think so, what's the
difference?" asked Annie. "They'll
be happy until they find out it ain't
so."
Late that afternoon, Jack Ham
mond got tired of being jammed
against the knob of a vestibule door.
The cars had become cold now;
pipes clanked only faintly with the
application of steam. The train was
high on the pass over the Coastal
range; snow had appeared, at first
only a wet sprinkling on the rain
glazed side hills, gradually to be
come more stable. Now the world
was one of filigreed silver; spruce
and pine and Douglas fir all shielded
with filmy white.
He moved forward through the
train, taking exercise in merely
forcing his way through the crowds
which jammed the aisles. At last
he tired and prepared to turn back,
only halting to see that Around the
World Annie sat in a seat toward
the front of the car, her head bob
The Sergeant Halted Before One
Ice Fringed Tent.
bing energetically as she talked to
someone beside her. It was a young
woman ? Jack noticed little more.
Finally Around the World Annie
straightened, rose and moved away.
Someone else dropped quickly into
the seat. Hammond moved into the
next coach, found a resting place
and stayed there.
Night came, with frost-caked win
dows and the whine of wind. Snow
was now heaped deep beside the
right of way. The massed humanity
of the train became more and more
dormant, suddenly to sweep from its
torpidity into excited activity.
They were at Fourcross.
From outside came almost carni
val-like sounds. Dogs barked. Chil
dren shouted. A raucous voice
reared itself above the other noises :
"Aw-right, folks. Get a good
night's sleep. Warm bed and a hot
tent for the night, one dollar."
"Where are those beds?" asked
Hammond, as he dropped from the
train.
"Right over there ? " the spieler
pointed to a line of men moving
from the baggage car toward the
dull, kerosene glow of a row of
tents which spotted the darkness
some hundred yards away through
the snow. "Right over there, Pard
ner! Have 'em set up in no time.
Good warm bed, folks. Only a dol
lar!"
"Save me one," Hammond com
manded and turned to raise his
pack sack. He halted, hand ex
tended. In the tangle of activity, he
saw Around the World Annie gestic
ulating with some fervor as she
again talked to her companion of
the afternoon. She was not recog
nizable in the shadows; neverthe
less, there was something about her
which held the man's attention. She
stood at one side, ankle deep in
snow, her coat pulled tight about
her slight form ? lack of bulk in her
clothing made her seem almost frail
beside the thickly clothed, wool
swathed persons about her. Annie
waved a hand.
"Hey," she called to one of her
newly outfitted brood. "Bring me
that pack sack!"
The girl lifted her pack sack and
with lolling steps, came forward.
Around the World Annie bent reso
lutely, failed, loosened her waist
with a pawing motion of her hands,
tried again and made it. She jerked
loose the straps.
"Here," she said. "Take these
woolies. And this shirt."
The girl bent with outstretched,
eager arms to receive them. Her
face came into the meager spread
of light from the train windows.
Jack Hammond started. He knew
her now? the stairway leading to his
attorney's office, this girl coming
unsteadily downward, her band
clutched at her throat, her brown
eyes staring ?
"Thank you," said the girl in a
muffled voice. She started to move
away. Around the World Annie
whacked her on the back.
"And don't be a sap!" she cau
tioned.
"Thank you," came again.
Hammond watched her as she
went on, huddled over the burden of
good fortune which she held tight to
her.
"Who's that girl?" he asked as
Annie, somewhat belligerent that he
had sighted her generosity, swept
past him. The woman turned.
"Darned if I know," she an
swered. Then dismissing him, she
turned. "Come on," she called to
her waiting brood. "Let's find out
where the Ritz hotel is at around
this dump."
CHAPTER m
Jack Hammond did not see the
girl again for nearly a week. That
was not unusual. Fourcross rapidly
had becme a madhouse of en
deavor ? and of waiting. McKenzie
Joe was the only person who had
gone onward, after leaving a note
for Hammond, saying that he had
changed his mind and stocked up
with a four months' supply of food.
Then Sergeant Hubert Terry of the
Royal Canadian mounted police had
arrived, holding everyone until a
large group could follow Ham
mond's lead into the Stikine.
"After all," he had said. "You
stirred up all this turmoil. It's up
to you to see that these people get
where they want to go."
Now, assisting the sergeant, Ham
mond was on the rounds of a final
check-up. The trip to the Stikine
was to start in the morning. Fur
trimmed parka hoods drawn close
about their faces, against the below
zero weather, they slipped and
scrambled along one of the many
trails which led through a maze of
shacks and tents. Afternoon was
blending into dusk.
"Where to?" asked Hammond.
"I thought I'd drop by and see
Around the World Armie."
"Didn't you say you'd checked up
on her?"
The sergeant laughed. He was a
pleasant-featured man with an air
of weathered amiability,
"Yes, I guess I've got to let her
go in. What's to prevent it? She's
not going to stop on Canadian soil ?
she knows perfectly well that the
Big Moose takes a long bend near
by Sapphire lake and extends al
most to the Alaskan border. Once
across that and she can set up any'
kind of an establishment she wants.
The United States authorities aren't
going to send men over a passless
mountain range just to police a few
miles of territory. She's in the clear
on that; I want to see her about
another matter."
"Mind if we stop by the post office
first?"
The sergeant, his dark eyes twin
kling in their frame of wolf fur,
glanced at the letter in Hammond's
hand.
"Wondered what kept you so
long," he mused. Then, "The daily
news, eh?"
The sergeant stamped his moc
casined feet while Hammond mailed
his letter, and brushed a mittened
hand across his mustache, white
with frost. They began to move.
Suddenly the sergeant halted be
fore an ice-fringed tent and called
"Annie!"
Around the World Annie glanced
out, invited them in and shouted a
command :
"Hey, some of you girls! Un
sprawl yourselves and give these
gentlemen sitting room on one of
these cots."
"Don't trouble yourselves," said
the sergeant. "Can't stay long."
Nevertheless, the girls obeyed, by
a casual sort of shifting process
which left one cot unoccupied. Ser
geant Terry slipped back the hood
of his parka. Hammond went to the
tin stove, and stood with his back to
it.
Sergeant Terry began asking
questions.
"You came here on the same
train with her, didn't you?"
"Well, I guess I did. If it's the
girl I'm thinking of," said Annie.
"She isn't one of your outfit?"
"Mine?" Annie snorted. "No sir!"
"What did she say she was going
to do up here?"
Annie bristled.
"Start a little store, of course."
"They aH start stores. Or a
beauty shop. Or work for some
body," the sergeant replied, in a
voice mildly cynical.
"Who are you talking about?"
queried Hammond.
"A girl named Jeanne Towers.
Been working over at the Cafe de
Paris."
"Anything wrong with her?"
Annie stiffened, with a queer air
of protective ferocity.
"No, there ain't anything wrong
with her. Why don't you let the girl
go through? She ain't done nothin'
to nobody!"
The sergeant laughed.
"Take it easy, Annie," he said.
"I am not accusing her. I'm just
trying to get a line on her ? it's a
long way to the Stikine."
"Suppose it is?"
"You wouldn't want me to let
somebody go in there that wasn't
equipped."
"What do you mean equipped?"
"Didn't she borrow clothes from
you when you got off the train?"
Around the World Ahnie shot a
daggerlike glance at Hammond. His
eyes signaled swiftly ? that he had
told nothing.
"Where'd you get that?" she
asked the policeman.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Bbidues
Colonial Covered Bridge in Virginia.
Prepared by National Geographic Society,
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EW works of man more pro
foundly affect his destiny
An empire was at stake
when Xerxes threw his pontoons
across the Hellespont, and Rome's
long arm stretched over Europe
when Caesar's army bridged the
Rhine. Lack of pontoons on which
to cross the Seine, Napoleon com
plained, kept him from ending a
war. Our own Gen. Zachary Taylor
reminded the War department that
its failure to send bridge materials
had prevented him from "destroy
ing the Mexican army."
Yet history, being so largely the
annals of wars, fails to emphasize
the importance of bridges in every
day life. When you reflect how
bridges now make travel easy and
swift between towns, cities, states ?
even between nations where rivers
form frontiers ? you feel that few
other devices conceived by man
serve more to promote understand
ing and mutual progress.
Ride the air across America and
see how bridges dot the map. If
the day be clear half a dozen may
be in sight at once. From culverts
over backwoods creeks to steel
giants that span broad rivers, you
see a bridge of some kind wherever
rails or highways cross a water
course. How many bridges of all
kinds America has, nobody knows.
No official count exists. United
States army engineers, concerned
only with bridges that span navi
gable rivers of the United States,
have more than 6,000 on their list.
Look down on any river city, such
as Pittsburgh; see the steady two
way traffic that flows over its
bridges, like lines of ants march
ing. Think of the jams, the chaos in
traffic, should all bridges suddenly
fail I
Trace the bridge through history
and you see how its development
is an index to man's social and me
chanical advance. v
than does the bridge.
The Urge Is to Get Across.
Fallen trees, chance stepping
stones, or swinging vines formed
his first bridges. He used them in
flight from enemies, to hunt, flght,
or steal a wife on his own predatory
quest. Fantastic old woodcuts even
show us living chains of monkeys
swinging from tree to tree across
jungle creeks! To get across, even
as when the waters parted and Is
rael's Children walked dry-shod
over the Red sea floor, was the
primary urge.
To this day, as in parts of Tibet,
Africa and Peru, men still cross
dizzy canyons on bridges of twisted
grass and wild vines. Yet the func
tion of these primitive structures is
the same as that of the new Golden
Gate bridge or the new giant at
Sydney, Australia. They carry man
across.
We do not know who built the first
bridge. At the end of the reign of
Queen Semiramis, about 800 B. C.,
an arched bridge spanned the
Euphrates at Babylon. The legend
ary "Hanging Gardens," some say,
consisted of trees and plants set
along the roadway of this wide
bridge. Explorers at Nebuchadnez
zar's palace at Babylon found no
traces of any bridge. Yet the use of
the arch is very old thereabouts;
you see proof of this in the amazing
ruins of Ctesiphon palace, east of
Babylon, where the vaulted ceiling
of the grand banquet hall, still
standing, is 85 feet high.
Romans left us fine examples of
the ancient arch bridge. To this day
their masonry work is unsurpassed
for strength and beauty; some of
their early stone bridges are still
in use. Only in recent times came
cast iron, steel, and cables. In our
own country it was the advent first
of railways and then of improved
highways for motor cars and trucks
which was to strew bridges from
coast to coast.
In the pioneers' bold trek to our
Middle West and beyond, they ford
ed streams or used crude ferryboats
drawn by cables. Often the 'forty
niners swam their horses and oxen,
and floated their heavy wagons by
lashing logs on either side of the
wagon boxes. Covered wagons
bound for the "Indian Territory"
camped at fords to rest, wash
clothes, swap horses and shoe them,
and to soak their tires. Today steel
bridges span many such creeks;
rcross them whiz motor cars, so fast
that passengers barely catch even
a glimpse of the streams that once
seemed so wide.
Built for Railroads.
Train riders, asleep or busy with
books and cards, are rushed for 20
miles over the famous Salt Lake
cut-off of the pioneer Union Paciflc
railway. The "world's longest bridge
structure," it is called. Stand this
trestle on end and it would reach
so high that men on the ground
could not even see the top of it!
Most new bridges we now build
are for highways. But when you
recall that alter 1850 we laid more
than 200,000 miles of rails, you can
see how the railroad, first with its
crude wooden trestles, scattered
bridges across America. As west
ward migration rose to millions, the
use of fords and ferries dwindled
and bridges multiplied, sometimes
not without local disputes.
When the first railroad bridge was
started over the Mississippi at Dav
enport, Iowa, steamboat men en
joined its building as a "nuisance"
to navigation! Abraham Lincoln,
lawyer, argued the case for the rail
way ? and the bridge was built.
"He is crazy!" men said of James
B. Eads when he sought to build
the largest steel-arch bridge of its
time over the Mississippi at St.
Louis. Doubters sniffed at Eads' use
of pneumatic caissons for bridge
pier foundations. "I told you so,"
they said, when the first two half
arches approached their junction at
mid-span and failed by a few inches
to fit. "Pack the arch in ice,"' or
dered Eads. The metal shrank and
the ends dropped into place.
The same taunts of ignorance
were flung kt John A. Roebling and
his Brooklyn bridge. "Men cannot
work like spiders," these critics
said. "They cannot spin giant cables
from fine wires high in air." Roeb
ling died before the task was done,
but his monument is the bridge that
spans East river. In the half century
since its completion, amazing ad
vance has been made in the design,
materials, foundations, and erec
tion methods of bridge engineering.
And there is speed ! It took more
than ten years to build the Brooklyn
bridge. Greater structures are built
now in one-third the .ime. When
opened in 1883, Roebling's Brooklyn
bridge was called one of the "Won
ders of the World." Now the George
Washington bridge over the Hudson
at New York has a span of 3,500
feet ? more than twice that of the
Brooklyn bridge. And the new Gold
en Gate bridge spans 4,200 feet!
Lore of Ancient Bridges.
Our American bridges were all
built yesterday, as the Old World
counts time. Except that American
Indians laid flimsy bridges of poles
over narrow streams and sometimes
sent a crowd of squaws to test a
new bridge to see if it would sustain
the tribe's horses, we have little of
the lore, the traditions, and supersti
tions which cling to ancient bridges
of Europe and the East.
It is even hard for us to imagine
t'.at the Caravan bridge in Smyrna
may be 3,000 years old; that Homer
wrote verse in nearby caves, or that
St. Paul passed over this bridge on
his way to preach! Or that Xerxes,
the Persian king, bridged the Greek
straits more than 400 years before
Christ. Then, tasting grief even as
Eads and Roebling, he saw a storm
destroy it, so that he had to order
the rough waters to be lashed and
cursed by his official cursers, while
he executed his first bridge crew
and set another gang at the task.
Reading the papers, it was easy
for us to learn all about the Inter
national bridge over the Rio Grande
between El Paso and Juarez, when
President Taft walked out on it to
shake hands with President Diaz of
Mexico. Later, by radio, we heard
the Prince of Wales, now Duke of
Windsor, and tha diplomats speak
when the Niagara Peace bridge
opened to let Amerians and Can
adians mingle in friendly commerce.
Myths mud Folklore.
Myths and superstitions linger
about many bridges. Since people
often die in floods, the Romans
looked on a bridge as an infringe
ment on the rights of the river gods
to take their toll. Hence, human be
ings first, then effigies, were thrown
into the flooded Tiber by priests,
while vestals sang to appease the
river gods. In parts of China today
a live pig or other animal is so
sacrificed when rising floods threat
en a bridge.
Turkish folklore reveals this same
idea. In his book, "Dar U1 Islam,"
Sir Mark Sykes records this legend
of a bridge under construction which
had fallen three times. "This bridge
needs a life," said the workmen.
"And the master saw a beautiful
girl, accompanied by a bitch and
her puppies, and he said, 'We
will give the first life that comes by.'
But the dog and her little ones hung
back, so the girl was built alive into
the bridge, and only her hand with
a gold bracelet upon it was left out
side."
It was Peter of Colechurch, a
monk in charge of the "Brothers of
the Bridge," who built the Old Lon
don bridge. It was a queer struc
ture, with rows of high wooden
houses flanking each side, overhang
ing the Thames. Soon after its com
pletion the houses at one end caught
fire. Crowds rushed out on the
bridge and hosts of people died eith
er in the blaze or from jumping into
the stream.
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stiff, add sugar, dates and al
monds. Drop in buttered tins with
teaspoon and bake in quick oven.
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To keep th^ crease in men's
trousers, turn them inside out and
soap down the crease with a piece
of dry soap, then turn back to the
right side and press, using a damp
cloth. The crease will remain for
a long time.
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If you store eggs with the small
ends down they will keep better.
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If sirup for hotcakes is heated
before serving it brings out the
flavor of the sirup and does not
chill the hotcakes.
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When the try ing pan becomes
slightly burnt, drop a raw peeled
potato into the pan for a few
minutes. Then remove it, and all
traces of burning will have dis
appeared.
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A thin syrup of sugar and water
flavored with almond essence is
good to sweeten f.uit cup.
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