Evening Star Newspaper, February 1, 1925, Page 74

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 1 1925—PAR' Two Navigators Forced to Bail for Life on Rough Trip to Cape Horn American Artist and Sailor Companion Embark on Supreme Adventure in Lifeboat. ¥_ Mo Miw attainments as an artist Rockwell Kent has added such bold strokes of adventure that it takes the pen of an unusual writer to recount them at Mr. Kent himself proves such a writer is at once evident i ticle the @rat of a remarkable series of four. Rockwell Kent is a native of Marrytown Heights, N. Y., where he was born 2 years ago, 3 studied art under Willi Chase, Robert He Haye ler and ott ayer paintings have been on exhibition in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New ¥ and other cities of the United well as in Italy, France d, Germany and Brazil In 1909 he leen Whiting for whom the Kat age was named Other experi in the reglon of while purs reachlng ( boat, wi Southward Mag ook titled H Englan Kath- Mass., voy- married Miss of Lanesboro Kent Fuego, of ces of Tlerra ape Horr fro He Alaskan is also author of a en- W BY ROCKWELL KENT, an h c ht that I m secured e fa the go. 1 clerk’s sail- spot on a hter end that affiicted oved the wlide land one and cold iy 1 the of month and s tain sea crests thundering shores, have woven about of tha s rayeyard t stirring glamour of the And yet how little s known reglon. The clerk at a book store to whom I applied for a map of Tierra del Fuego looked at mo with superior disdain and said he'd never heard of it. No, it is not to landsmen that one should turn for knowledge of the world, for, after their world but those tered portions of globe that obstruct like reefs great broad highway of the sea. in a litie store near the water New York I found at once what had sought, and o learned, inversely the precise deta f only mariners’ charts was not sea but And had the sy been stirred by th lan, Tier there is cold prir tent appeared such n Beach, Desolation Bay Inlet, while, suggestiv terrors, od war wrecked 1 natives of t dubitable co; ourous worst t of that region my will to g We sailed the land dr I zon of the M became a e n broke fered hind v sher but da of thes ment in the seaso Nort through through the tor the of Magell: Horn, of moun- between their ilors spirit- errib! front 1 to hat what as it were, and possess rit T f adventure not ords of Magel- d Cape Horn, naked por s as Famine d Last Hope yet other to e savage was glam hat legend had related t clinched and o g3 Hook and shim- ¢ the time Midsummer Winter of came to at once be ng must LE YT Trondh, Went to se his father. have been a s school wi harc T fow sertel | years after th by similar order and the ut with which stole have es On the nig the ship ¥ born in At 14 he & ship under father appears to pper of the grand old having risen through ed by hardship to Ole fter standing a &, the boy gn port life was marked although the his desertions, foreign seaports debaucheries of his him familiar, was Norway For the eedo, aped mer arrival aboard was the officer on duty. When one informed him of my destination and purpose, “He's had been his comment. Three r, at his own suggestion, we partners in the enterprise “But 1 have no money to pay you, I sa! *“I wouldn't Jet mwered. And pored vou pay me,” he an- so, with heads er the charts ing every impossibility hit up a 1 that was both prac- ticable and alluring. We'd get a life- boat, deck it and rig it with a mast and and, laying our course from Magellan through the ded channels west and together, we and, discuss- of adventure herein lay the chance of 4 or drowned or eaten it settled 1t was ight of mid July when ait of Magellan as we entered the St #The King” and “The Duke.” Most 2. and we cal wind | granite | t region | ship- | g0, sall around | ROCKWELL KENT, PAINTER OF INTERNATIONAL STANDING, ADVENTURER AND AUTHOR. of us were sleeping, when, with the turning tide, we swept through the First and Second Narrows and en- tered Broad Reach. We wolke at the clatter of the winch, It was morning, a blue morning, and a cléar one with a howling win We lay at anchor in the open road of Punta Arenas. A week passed. The friendliness of Chile enfolded us. It proved no little thing to have been sponsored in Punta Arenas by the shipper of our vessel, the most popular captalin on the coast. On the very day of our arrival a boat was found for us, and with that at once our greatest care was gone. As 1 sat with my mate in snug, |floating quarters in the hulk of an old ship, the Lonsdale, that was to become our home while we were in Punta Arenas, and talked of our wind 1 of good fortune, it seemed suddenly to us poor four-flushing adventurers that we were as the king and duke in “Huckleberry Finn” and that if our pro. y increased an enraged popu- lace must some day turn and drive us out of town. But as the weeks went on and we continued undetected, hon- ored, we, like other imposters, came to helieve in ourselves as king and duke Indeed. * % *x % |HE boat I bought was a lifeboat | 4 ¢rom the wrecked steamer Beacon | Grange. Her length was 26 feet, her bea 8.6 feet, her depth inside 3 feet jand an inch or two. She was a | double-ender, clinker built, with light, | be ribs. The stem was splintered, seven | | planks were stove or rotten, she was | THE REGION OF CAPE HORN. ciency. All kinds of help was given us. The great day opened up its eyes so bright and beautiful that it might have been a birthday blessing on our little boat. The hour is at hand. Governors and captains, a consw, editors, sweet women and pretty girls cfowded about the launching plat- form. There stood a beautiful Chil- ean girl with a champagne bottle, gayly draped with bunting, in her hand. She spoke “Le nombro Catalina, barquito nu- estro, que te acompane la benedicion de Dios en tu viaje.” She broke the bottle, and the amber Wuid flower like rarest wine over the bows. At that instant the Kathleen with the mate standing proudly on board, dropped smoothly down and kissed the sea. 1 got our sailing dispatch from the captain of the port and marked our probable course on the chart. “If you're not back in four months,” he said, “we'll send a crulser to find you. I made my will at the consulate, re- ceived the Godspeed of the goverxor, the Godspeed of our friends—and the eventful morning dawned. The last honors of a departship ship were accorded us. Towed by the har- bor launch, toasted and cheered by friends aboard, we passed out through the shipping and cast off. As the wind laid us over and we bore away We roared across the widening water the old salling ship chantey, “Rolling Home"—many verses—long after none but ourselves and the west wind heard the sound of them. And as Punta Avenas faded from our view we still could see the red, white and blue of Chile dipping in salute to us from the masthead of the Lonsdale. * Rk k% JDOWN the loug streteh of Broad and Famine Reach stand the white peaks and ranges of the wilderness, with all the threat and promise of their mysteries, and still beyond and high above them all the unattainable white peaks of Sarmiento, Ah, what & day! So sharp and blue and golden where the far sky touches the clrcle of the world! The lower atmosphers 15 glistening with the spray of wind-blown wave crests. A double rainbow spans the west, an omen of strong wind and of goon fortune, and where it rests among the mountains of the south there in some peaceful, solitary vir- gin valley lies the forever sought and undiscovered gold of happiness. ‘With sails all set and drawing full, | the little Kathleen, wind abeam, .lies |over on her side and with the main |boom trailing in the water and the | deck awash goes like a wild thing fled to freedom. “Don’t ease her!” cries the mate. Her bows shiver the seas, the cold spray wets us. A school of porpoises is racing, leaping, plunging around us, Good luck! The gods are with us! The wind has risen and the seas run high. Great crested waves bear down &nd threaten us, and laugh and lift us tenderly and cradle us. We |ride the seas. Our ship is tight and |strong. She sails and holds her course unswervingly. “A beauty!" cries the mate. And with my soul on eagle wings of happiness I go below, warped, dry as a bone, and open |everywhere. She was of slipshod fac- | tory” construction, with every knes {and brace a false one sawed from | straight-grained plank. She was our | boat, a derelict. She cost me $20. | From then onward, every waking | hour, week days, Sundays, feast days, | dawn till bedtime, in sun or rain or |snow or wind, we worked upon that |boat; fn snow and sleet and drench- g rain and Winter cold, with numb |hands and icy feet, with laughter and song, for weeks that became a month, and two; and still we worked. The craft at last was decked and cabined, caulked and painted and var- nished. The spars had been my work. My mate meanwhile had made the sails. In my delight with the perfec- tion of the boat I likened it to the one-horse shay. It shall be all, I proudly thought, so evenly and suff- clently strong, from the shoe of the keel to the eye of the peak flag hal- yards, that nothing can go Wrong with her until the end of time. This was to be the farthest south launching in all history of an Ameri- can ship, and we determined to do it magnificently, making the occasion an imposing example of Yankes effi- “FLARING AT US, THE UNPRE- POSSESSING AND STUPID FACE OF A SOLDIER.” There in the cabin was the final word of cleanliness and order. Thers were convenlent shelves with tins of food set out in neat array. The beds were laid, all clean and sweet for night. The stove was polished and the floor was scrubbed. It was per- fection in that little cabin—all but a cup or 50 of water that had leaked up from the bilge and slopped around untidily in a corner of the floor. I took a cup to bail it out, chatting meanwhile through the open compan- fonway with the mate. “With the wind holding like this, he said as a fresh squall struck and heeled us over, “we should get to Willls Bay by 5 o'clock this after- noon.” It was now about 11 o’clock, and in an hour and a half we had covered perhaps 12 miles. Our course was for Cape Valentine, on Dawson Island. In two days, we figured it, we'd reach the head of Admiralty Sound; in two days more be out and headed west- ward to round the point of Breck- nock Peninsula. And all the time T batled. * % * x UITE innocent of trouble, it oc- curred to me that one might have done it better with a kettle than a cup. I take a Kkettle, plant one foot upon the boat's sloping side to brace myself, and set to work in earnest. The mate is singing as the spray files over him. His is a happiness too great to bear alone. He is in love, and she is many thousand miles away. A kettle of cold water on his legs startles him out of it. A quarter of an hour has passed. I'm bailing desperately, emptying the water over the mate, his tender heart and everything. I'm standing in it to my knees, and steadily it rises. There's not one chance of beating back to the near windward shore. We change our course to run to lee- ward 15 miles away. There's a gale and a high sea, and our boat is sodden with the welght of water in her. In turns we bail, work to exhaus- tion, both of us, and steadily, from God knows where, she fills. And then the truth strikes home— we're sinking. And the land's too far away to reach. ‘We come about to lower sail, The gaff jams, and the mate scrambles aloft to trample on it. In a fury of beating and slatting and the clatter- ing of blocks and whipping of the hal- yards, down it comes—and we lie hove-to under the staysall The dingey that we ocarry on the deck is 8 feet long, 4 wide, flat bet- tomed. It's of no conceivable use in a sea. Nevertheless, we launch it and make it fast astern, and while it bucks like an enraged animal to dls- lodge me, I succeed with canvas and tacks in decking it over. I stow oars and life belts and a few necessities on board, stick my opened claspknife in the bow to cut us free at the last mo- ment from ‘the wreck, and the life- boat is ready. Seen from the dingey, the forlorn condition of the Kathleen was appar- ent. She lay there listing heavily, with half the deck submerged, and every sea broke over her. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by the hopelessness of the conviction of ca- tastrophe. There was not fear of death. but only a poignant vision of life as finished and Jeft pitifully l “THE TRUTH STRIKES HOME— WERE SINKING.” incomplate, & lightning flash of home with the little children and their mother weeping there, a sickening shame at death so futile and so mis- erable as this, an instant of vertigo, a weakening of the knees, as though I hung over an immense and sheer abyss. Then swiftly, at the very breaking point of all control, profounder shame swept that whole agony aside and left the mind unburdened of all memory. So that with humor I could listen to the mate's wild, strong young volce sing “Smile a While” to the swashing rhythm of his bailing, and I could note the little quaver in it, and, un- derstanding song and quaver, laugh to think that even he got just a little touched by fear. * *x X *x E stood In the cabin almost to our walsts in water and bailed in turns. The place was devastated With the rolling of the boat the water swashed about and swept our treas- ures from the shelves. Shoes, sock linen, paper, bread, cocoa, curry pow- der, nuts and cigarettes covered the tide and swirled about the vortex of the pail. My bunk was flooded so that the blankets floated out. I took the log book of the Kath- leen, sat down on the edge of the bunk, and on the clean first page wrote this, “our epitaph,” I thought. “First day out, thres hours from sailing. Boat half full of water, hove-to. Balling {n turns. Dingey equipped to cross to Porvenir. Strong west wind blowing. Mate singing, great fellow. No chance to save any- thing. Dingey is too small” Then, tying up a few treasures in a waterproof package, I was ready. That the Kathleen would sink was inevitable. For an hour we had fought against the water. We had done our best and were incapabls of greater effort, and we had never for a moment checked the water's rise. The end was not a matter of guess, but of exact calculation. I knew that in 10 minutes more the ship would sink. Intelligence excluded hope. My mate was gifted with many no- ble and endearing qualities. He was courageous, good-natured and dog- gedly perseverant. But of Intelli- gence—the power to reason, to deduce effect from cause—he had absolutely none. He was too dull to know that we wers doomed! So we balled and sang. Five min- utes went, and ten. We passed the limit of the time that reason had al- lowed the boat to live, yet still she floated, rolling slugsishly. And as the seas piled over her theres seemed each time no chance that she'd emerge again. Time brought new energy. We fought the water stubbornly. Not daring to hope, we balled—for it was all that there was left in life to do. * X X X LOWLY it dawned upon us as we worked that we had stopped the water's rise. When at last we knew beyond all doubt that we could hold our own it was strangely without emotion that we received our lives again. 5 In was by now péerhaps 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The water in the cabin was still up to our knees, and it re- quired continuous bailing to hold it. Ruined supplies of every kind floated about, and our falr ship, four hours 4go so trim and beautiful, was now the picture of desolation. The wind and sea abated as the day wore on. We took so little water now that by our bailing every minute showed it lower, and presently, with not a foot's depth left, we hoisted a reefed malnsall, cams about, and started on a long tack for the wind- ward shore, some miles away. The afternoon increased in beauty and in peacefulness, and as the cer- tainty of our security became estab- lished profound contentment arose like the morning sun within us. Life is =0 infinitely sweet and rich that noth- ing matters—only that we live. Evening comes on, the shadows of the land creep out across the sea and cover us. It's cold. On the last breath of the dying wind we reach our anchorage. i How still it i1s! Darkness has al- most hidden the abandoned whaling village on the shore. We go below. There's a damp fire burning and it's faintly warm. We are dead tired. Wrapping ourselves in soaking blankets, we lie down In wet beds to sleep. That first,\long, miserable night the hours seemed years. An east wind raised a swell that bore in from the open strait and rocked opr little vessel at her anchorage. Shivering and tossing in our soaking beds, sleeping a little while from sheer ex haustion to wake as cold as fce, churning our legs for warmth, beat- ing our arms, dawn came at last, and in its smile all memory of our misery vanished. We drew the anchor. The gentle west wind filled the sail. She heeled. The water rippled past her side. Southward again we bore away. The wilderness is kindled into life by man’s beholding of it. He is its consclousness, his coming 1s its dawn. So, like & sun, we climbed the hilltop of the sea and with the thrill of won- der saw new lands unfold themselves. The long shore of Dawson Island was before us, a treeless waste of sand cliffs. Off Cape Valentine is a long reet with outlying shoals and fields of kelp, We gave these dangers a wide berth, passed them, and entered |blackness showed the contour of ths|the wind and sea we seemed to drive the calm water of the Island’s lee Darkness came on when we were | miles from port and only dseper land against the sky. wind had arisen, an of the night and t A etrong east in the glamour wild noises of on with unearthly speed. On Offing Island, off the mouth of Wil ght we st though its dazaling flashes only dr ened the obscurity about The mate, from his lookout forward, at last made out the black mass of the point of land we had to turn. We drove nearer, keeping it a few points off the starboard bow. We were rounding it What happened to the mate's wits for a moment I don’t know. But sud- denly he screamed out, “Keep her oft! Idid. And we shot through the churned white water of a reef we'd missed by not our length That night, In the security wilderness, we lald aside the of dur troubles and, peacefu tie children, slept We awoke in a new world, trar quil, sunlit and profoundly il and in the varied splendor of its vegeta tion almost tropical ‘With the saturated eondition of everything on board there was imme- dlate work to be done. Soon blan kets, sweaters, coats, socks, shirts and drawers flapped like holiday fags from the rigging, and if a thorough examination of our stores brought home to us the full extent of our loss and damage there was at least satisfaction got from throwing spolled stuff overboard In style that fitted the exhflaratior of our mood, we served ourselves aft ernoon tea. It was warm and coz in the littla cabin, and the purring of the kettle and the gurgle of tha tide agalnst the boat's thin sides accompaniment to our For a long time neither of “Mate,” T sald at last, “t first day in the wilderness, and have both realized, I think, parti larly after the hectic months of gat ting ready, what peace is to bs found in belng alone. And as the only | man beings of the place we have now tasted the elation of supremacy more than frecdom— kings. At that instant somet the slde of the boat. Footsteps sounded on the deck. As we sprang toward the companionway thers ap- peared, glaring at us, tha unprep sessing and stupid face of a soldier. “Ustedes estan arrestados,” he growled. ‘We were prisoners, (Copyright, 1925.) of the burden as lit. the us spoke. n & sense, we're g struck ed by, | He Wondered. | June (relating story) | burglars entered and the | one Di Then k struc} Which on Why the Duke and Duchess of York Are on Their African Hunting Trip BY HAYDEN CHURCH, London Correspondent of The Star and the North American Newspaper Allfance. LONDON, January 22, HERE fis an uncommonly in- teresting secret—which ex- clusive inside information enables me to let out—behind the extraordinary tour in British East Africa that is now being made by the youthful Duke and Duchess of York This secret directly involves duke's popular elder brother, the Prince of Wales. But hold on! Let's tell the story in its proper sequence. Why to goodness, it has been asked many times since they set out, have King George's second ron and his very attractive young duchess gone to Africa, anyhow? Why are they now in the wilds of Kenya Colony, being charged by rhinoceri and threatened by lions, getting stung by all the insect pests of the jungle, drenched to their skins by tropical rains and jarred to the marrow as often as the auto in which they are “on Safari” hits a hidden rock, when they might as well be comfortably at home here where they are so genu- inely popular and so constantly in demand? The reasons that have been given, officially, semi-officlally and quasi- offictally (whatever that means) for the trip on which the duke and duchess embarked in the early days of December and which will keep them traveling until the beginning of April, sound convincing enough. But, according to my information, they are one and all “applesauce.” The official explanation of the tour by the duke and duchess through Kenya Colony and the State of Uganda, broadcast before they mset out, is that “their royal highnesses, having had an extremely strenuous period of functions during the past year, now desire to see a portién of the empire under holiday conditions.” Semi-officially, it has been stated that the trip is “a sort of preliminary canter preparatory to the Duke of York's appointment to an imperial post.” Quasi-officially, the explanation has been vouchsafed that this trip, the first empire one that the pretty young duchess has made, “has been under- taken largely to test her royal highness’ ability to withstand the effect of a tropical climate in case it is decided later to appoint the duke governor of some part of the empire lying withn the tropies.” * X X x INOW for the somewhat surprising facts. The duke and duchess, 1 am informed by persons in excep- tionally close touch with them, are making this trip in the Dark Conti- nent mainly because the Prince of Wales, instead of marrying, as, ac- cording to all the royal rules he ought to have done long ago, ob- stinately persists in remaining in a state of single blessedness. The connection may not be readily apparent, but it is there all the same. If the heir to the throne were mar- ried, instead of ocoupying what amounts to mere bachelor diggings in one corner of St. James Palace, as he does now, and just having a few pals in to a dinner dance occasional- 1y, he would have a big establishment (probably at Marlborough House, the royal residence in London where his royal papa and mamma lived before they became King and Queen), and, with his princess, would give con- stantly the kind of swagger enter- tainments that are expected from a future soverelgn. But, as the prince persists In staying single, it is up to the Duke of York, as the only married son of the sovereign, to do, at least for part of the year, what the heir to the throne ought to be doing in the way of entertaining znd performing socigl stunts. And the hard, cold truth is that the duke just can't afford to, Not for very long, any- way. Hence the visit to British East Africa, which was arranged, accord- ing to my authoritative information, primarily in order to enable his royal highness and his duchess to cut down their ordinary expenses and save money, which they are going to need urgently when Spring brings the next London season. For when the season arrives, this royal pair will be expeoted to enter- tain on a much larger scale than they have done hitherto; larger than thelr combined incomes make it pos- sible for them to do. That income, hefty as it will seem, when disclosed, to most people, is not sufficient to enable the duke and duchess to live in the style that they personally, because of their rank, would wish to maintain, to say nothing of depu- the > tizing for long for an unmarried Prince of Wales. It was in March, 1923, that they were married in Westminster Abbey. the duchess having been Lady Eliza- beth Bowes-Lyon, daughter the Earl of Strathmore. Last vear, being the first of their married life, no very big eplurge was expected of them during the season, and thanks to Princess Mary's opu- lent husband, Viscount Lascelles, who lent them Chesterfield House, they were able to give the requisite num- ber of entertainments without being set back very seriously financially. But this vear really big things will be demanded from them. It is ex- pected that they will give a serles of lavish entertainments, probably at Marlborough House, and though un- doubtedly Queen Alexandra—the pres- ent tenant of this mansion—will be willing to let them hgve it rent free, it would be out of the question for the duke and duchess to carry out anything like the program they have in mind were it not for the fact that, while on their four-month African holiday, they will spend a mere frac- tion of what it costs them to live when at home. * o N order that the situation may be clear, let's see just what this in- teresting young roval couple have to live on, and about what their normal expenses are. he duke's of come from the state since his marriage has been £25,000, or roughly $125,000 a year; ana the Duchess of York has an income of £1,000 a year in her own right. The duke, when he reached the age of 18, began to receive an income of £10,000 from the state under the act of set- tlement passed on the accession of King George to the throns, which made provision for the children of the soverelgn. During the 10 years that elapsed between 1813, when the Duke of York began to receive his allowance of £10,000 a year, and 1923, when he mar- ried, he saved mnearly £40,000, and from this now derives an income of about £2,000 a year. The total gross income of the duke and duchess amounts, therefore, to £25,000 a year. On this income the duke pays income tax to the extent of about £8,000 a year, and his subscriptions to charity (which may be regarded as a regular annual charge on his income), amount to £6,000 yearly. Something like another £3,000 a year goes In meeting the traveling and other expenses of the duke and duchess, who constantly have to ful- e b o 7 s | fill varfous officlal engagements in different parts of the kingdom. His royal highness is thus left with a net income of £11,000, or roughly $55,000 a year. That is quite a bunch of money, and were the Prince of Wales married, the income of the Yorks probably would more than suffice, for the tastes of both are simple, and if their position permitted, they could be quite happy living quietly among the small group. of thelr intimate friends. The home of the duke and duchess, White Lodge, situated in Richmond Park, lles about 12 miles outside London. It is a beautiful house, but the duke and duchess occupy only half of it. Phe other half, for the time being, is occupled by the Prince and Princess Paul of Serbla, who partly share the running expenses of the establishment. ‘White Lodge is what is known as a royal gift residence; that is to say, it is crown property, the sovereign having the right to lend it to any one he pleases. The Duke of York has therefors no rent to pay, but the upkeep of the establishment at White Lodge, after deducting what is pald by Prince Paul, amounts to about £4,000 a year. This means that the duke has £7,000 a year left with which to meet all the personal expenses of himself and the duchess in the way of stable and garage expenses, dress, wine, cigars, tips, theaters, etc., say £3,000 a year in all, leaving £4,000 a year for enter- taining expenses 1t would be simply impossible for the duke and duchess to attempt, out of this sum, to entertain on a big scale except for a few months in the year at the most, and their royal highnesses can only do this by prac- ticing the strictest economy for the rest of the year. * ¥ X x ‘HE Prince of Wales, to him justice, would be perfectly will- ing, while he is a bachelor, to allow his brother £20,000 or £30,000 a year in order to enable him to live as the prince himself would live were he married, but both the Duke and Duchess of York are far too proud to consent to become pensioners of the heir apparent. Rather than do so, they prefer to save where they can, and both wel- comed the plan of a visit to Britiah East Africa as providing an opportu- nity to economize to the extent of many thousand pounds. It would not be surprising if their travels cost THE DUKE AND DUCHESS OF YORK. BEFORE HER MARRIAGE IN 1923, THE DUCHESS WAS LADY ELIZABETH BOWES.LYON, PAUGHTER OF THE EARL OF STRATHMORE. them little more than t and back, of the and thelr severely limited suite, three persons plus a matd and a valet. For while in Kenya colon ducal party have been its governor, Sir who no doubt “safari’” caravan using, and dur Uganda, its administrative head, § Geoffrey Archer, entertains them—; the colony’s expense As this is written the duke and ducheas are enjoving (some of the time, anyway) their first big game shoot. Early therein the duke had the thrill of being charged by wounded and infuriated rhinoceros. This adventurs befell him at a spot about 250 miles from Nafrobi, the capftal of Kenva. The duke had stalked & huge rhino, but when fnally he fired the beast turned and made 2 terrifio charge. The duke pluckily stood his ground untll #t was within 30 yards of him. He and a companion then fired to- gother, and the rhinoceros rolled over close to where the duke was standing. In a car forming part of & caravar of 10 automobiles the Yorks lef Nairobi the day after Christmas, and thelr first camp was pitched toward evening, when about 100 miles had been oovered. The duke etalked @even kongoni (a type of ante and made his first kill with two s He was much pleased with his suc- cess, it is stated, and helped to dis- sect the trophy. The duchess mean- while displayed her prowess with a riflo (a .22) by bagging a guinea fowl on the wing. the second day the exceptionially dense forest. The in which the duke and duchess wera riding struck a buried boulder with such force that it was disabled. In another they covered It 150 miles, incidentally running into a tropical cloudburst—four and on half inches of rain in a half hour. The party crossed a stream which had be- come dangerously swollen and arrived at their camping ground drenched, only to find the entire place waterlog- ged. The duke and duchess, we are told, “treated the whole affair as @ Joke.” It won't be surprising if they have to rough it quite a bit more before they quit Africa, about the end March—and all because the Prince of Wales isn't married! Don’t imagine, however, that limited means (limited, that is, hav- ing regard to the position they oc- cupy) interfere at all seriously with their happiness. They are quite con- tent with the qulet life they live in England for the greater part of the year. (Copyright, 1925, in United States, Canada and Great Britain, by North American News paper Alifance. All rights reserved.) r fares out nselves the he guests of Robert Coryndon has provided the which they are the stay in * X ok x motor their The Raising of Teasels. "THE town of Skaneateles, N. Y., has a thriving industry, perhaps not duplicated elsawhere in the United States. It raises teasels and finds steady demand for all it can produce. Now not every one knows what teasels are. The teasel is a plant that produces a ball of porcupinelike quills, the largest from thres to four inch: long and two inche wide These are an Indispensable element in the manufacture of broadcloth, felts and woolen goods of the finer grades. The teasels grow from three to fiva feet high, on prickly green stems with splky leaves, for two vears Then they are harvested, usually in August, and dried with great care. They are sold to a firm of teasel deal- ers in the town, where, in turn, they are parceled out to woolen manufac- turers all over the country. The cloth manufacturer bores a hole through the teaels and ranges them on a shaft, against which he runs his finer qualities of fabrics. The points are very brittle, and as fine as the finest needle. ‘These points scrape the cloth and give it its nap, or wool- ly, surface. Machinery can be used to do this only {n the cheaper grades of material, P SO Snow Crystals. NOW crystals vary in size from minute ones which can scarcely be seen with the naked eye to plates a quarter of an inch in dlameter. When the alr is full of large crys- tals, frequent collisions take place, and numbers of crystals interlock and fall to the ground as “snow.”