Evening Star Newspaper, February 15, 1925, Page 74

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., FEBRUARY 15, 1925—PART 5. U. S. Artist and Sailor Grope Their Way Across Tierra Del Fuego Strike Into Wilderness Where No White Man Has Previously Traveled. P~ Ilaving been dashed and mauled —and all but foundered—by the gales of the Strait of Magellan, Mr. Kent, an artist of international reputztion, and his companion, for- mer third officer of a steamer, are pursuing their adventurous course toward Cape Horn in a decked and sloop-rigged lifeboat. They have B3w come to anchor in a little har- Bor at the head of Admiralty Sound, Tierra del Fuego. TUpon entering this shelter through dangerous narrows, as de- scribed last week, they barely escaped shipwreck: they struck a ree? and were left pounding and grinding appallingly in the seas. Eventually they worked free. BY ROCKWELL KENT. JROR days we lay wind-raked at our anchorage. The ocean tide and river current swirled about us. Even in that landlocked place the swell beat in and rocked us heavily. We couldn’t sall. And the discomfort of our cabin was only vreferabie to the raw, tem- pestuous out-of-doors. “Mate” I said one dreary night as we turned in, “tomorrow we sail no matter what happens.” And we did. The morning was overcast and there was a light uncertain breeze from the west The barometer was normal, at 20.07. But these placid indications counted for nothing, in my judgment, against the prevailing changefulness of the weather “We'd better reef.” I ventured “Not a bit of it!" cried my mate. “Reef when we have to.” And so. unreefed, we sailed, for from the beginning it had been our rule that the more incautious should prevail, We were an hour beating out of the cove. In that hour’s time the breeze dled out and it grew ominously dark. Then the breeze freshened, blackening the water as it came. It takes no time to make a sea; white- caps were flying and the spray broke over us. The barometer had dropped to_28.50. ‘The northern coast of Admiralty Sound is an immense sheer mountain ®wall of rock. Between its towered and buttressed summits the glaciers hang suspended, and the water of theil melting snows pours in cascades and rivulets down a thousand mea. You are nothing in a little boat beneath those terrifying heights. As the wind increased we worked for the shelter of Three Hummock Island that lay some miles further to windward. When we had come about on our last tack I relinquished the tiller and went below to prepare sup- per. Then something happened. As if the whole accumulated forces of the wind had struck us, clattering and howling, we were beaten down. As 1 fell into a corner the whole place hurled itself upon me—table and stools and tins of food, the cleck and the steaming supper. Somehow out of the hurtiiag con- fusion I laid hands upon the gwpatest mess of all, the sour dough, atet held safe! mad OR what Kathleen on her side. righted We lowered the mainsail in the how! ing equall and double-reefed it: then we limped toward land. The deck had been washed clear of every unlashed thing. “She’s a good boat,” said the mate, “or ehe’'d never have come up.” “What do you do,” I asked with af- fected ingeniousness a little later when we had made the shelter of the island, “when youTe steering and a squall strikes you? “You keep her off.” mate. And as T now, a living man, sit here in the dry-land security of a Vermont hillside and record that answer of the mate, T know that there's a Providence for fools. During the three days that we re- mained at Three Hummock Island the wind either blew from the west or it was calm. Owing to the many delays that we had suffered, progress had now become an obsession to us, and if the Horn was to be reached, a necessity. So on the third day we fixed upon the next to sail—wind or no wind, fair wind or foul. And sail we did. We turned out at four-fifteen to find the day aready risen. The wind, of course,” was west. It had, moreover, blown most of the night and raised a hoppy ®ea against us. We beat for hours, returning after every southward tack close to the shore of Three Hum- mock, where, to our discouragement, we marked our slow advance. A dying wind bore us at length into Stanley Cove. where more than two weeks before we had anchored for one night. Meanwhile, unobserved by us, clouds had mounted in the west, till suddenly the sun was obscured; and with that shadow the glad mood of the day gone. The mantle of clouds spread it- self over the sky and it grew dark. The wind freshened. Gloriously we drove through the black water with crested waves racing at our side. Bahia Blanca opened up its length before us. Bevond its head was a lofty snow-white region of mountains from which a broad gla- cler poured down to meet the bay. “Look,"” cried one of us, “what Is that smoke down on the water by the glacier?” Clouds of smoke across the water not only at the foot of the glacier, but along the mountain- ous western shore. We were to learn, and that within 4 quarter of an hour, what fury of the wind that smoking ea betokened The wind had now become a gale, so that even with our mainsall reefed, as it was, we carried too much sail. The =kiff at our stern was vawning and plunging frightfully, threatening at every moment to capsize. The taut tow- seemed ages long, the lay that way, far over Then she slowly, slowly answered the appeared driving feet to the | for some knowledge of the customs of line of our sheepskins made another hazard in the skiff's frantic career. We tried to pull the skiff alongside, to draw it on board, but it had taken too much water to be manageable. The confusion astern deterred us from coming up to the wind to take another reef, so sailing as we were be- fore the gale, we attempted to lower the mainsail When the peak dropped, the =ail filled like a balloon and the throat stuck fast. In an instant the mate was up the mast and trampling on it. Down with a run it came while the loose canvas beat wildly over every- thing. We hauled the plunging boom on board and secured it. R ANWHILE from behind a little wooded island some buildings had come Into view on the western shore. We changed our course a fow points to windward and held for them under the staysail; that was sail enough. There under the land we found the meaning of that smoking sea. The wind beat down upon us from the mountain side in furious squalls, lashing the water into spray and driving it over us in drenching clouds. We ‘near the land: and yet, beside the scant shelter of the {sland, no har- bor reveals itself. But in the lee of that two boats lle tugging at their moorings. Riding high on a foaming sea, through streaming kelp and driving spray, we're there, Peering out at us from the sheltered cover of a mill shed stood a man. On our rowing ashore, he met us at the | water's edge with the most winning lsmile of welcome, wading into the surf to seize our skiff and help us draw it up the beach. “Bienvenida,” said he, shaking our hands; and he bade us enter the house to_get warm. There in the kitchen of the bunk- house, with another man who present- ly appeared, we tasted of a hospitality that was to last for weeks and began a friendship that is not forgotten. These two young Chilean lumberjacks, Don Antonio and “Curly” (it was all we ever learned to call him), revealed to us that gentlemen, in that romantic sense of “those who are possessed of £00d manners, kindness of heart and strict integrity and honor,” do flower in ife beyond the reach of education and he traditions of culture, The world has today become too small ail lands not to have penetrated even to the remotest wilderness. While our friends in Bahia Blanca knew nothing of our American political constitution and little of our commercial and scien- tific achievements, they had-been reach- ed and impressed by North Amerfcan art. Curly’s hair was of a year's growth; he was a bit ashamed of it. It was in- deed as immense a shock of curls, ex- uberant and black, as one might ever sce. On learning that 1 was a barber he begged me to shear him. I had a perverse desire to crop those locks, but he deterred me. ' “Give me,” he said, “a real North American haircut.”” And he described it minutely. Accordingly, ‘adhering strictly to_his instructions, 1 clipped the lower hair up to a sharp line about an inch above the ears, clipped it so close that the bleached scalp showed blue through the coarse stubble. Above that I left the black mass to flower like a huge chry- santhemum upon its stalk. With a pro- fessional flourish I removed the towel from my patron’s neck, and presented him with the mirror. “Lindo!” he cried, and “Lindo! echoed Don Antonio eoming in to view it. And smiling with all the happiness of pride, Curly thanked me, saying there was no one like a North American to cut hair. And that is what in Tierra del Fuego they know of America! F ok ok NE afternoon I sat upon a sheltered hillside and viewed the varied beauty of the scene veiled in mistlike rain; the gray mist became transfused with golden light and in the broad gap where my eves were flixed gleamed a pale rainbow. It was only for a mo- ment; then the mists dispersed and sun- light flooded everything. That was November the twenty-fourth. Under that date my diary reads: “The wind blows straight in upon us from the northwest; it never changes. We have given up ail hope of sailing west and southward, for we could never beat out through this sound and Gabriel Chan- nel, It is a conclusion that we have found hard to face. “However, we will continue south- ward—on foot; and on the day after to- morrow we will start up the valley from the head of Bahia Blanca.” Before dawn of the momentous day we were up and dressed. Energy again possessed us, for the decision to aban- don the boat had broken the Inertia that had become the habit of our days, and set us free again for action. We left the Kathleen; T was never, as it proved, to tread her deck again, The equipment for our expedition had been made into two packs, each welgh- ing sixty pounds. We struck inland across the marshland and bog that con- posed the border of the morraine. - We had heard and read too much of the virtual impenetrability of the moun- tain reglons of Tlerra del Fuego and in our short inland excursions had ex- perienced enough of the difficulties of travellng there not to have realized that in attempting to cross the virgin wild- erness of Brecknock Peninsula our en- durance might be taxed to its very limit. We began the ascent of a succession of steep hills, whose tangled slopes, the guanaco paths having eluded us, offered the most trving obstacles to progress. We struggied through thickets of dwarfed trees choked with thorny under brush and fallen trunks, across a small stream, and up sheer banks and hill- sides. And every hill we climbed, while it appeared to be the last, proved but the threshold of another. At thirteen hundred feet we reached the top. Where we stood the mountains crowded close and pinched the valley, and the overflowing ice-cap of the northern range hung as if suspended over us, immense and terrifying. As we advanced again the difficulties Increased. We reached a forest where a stream flowed in many channels over a broad gravel bed; there on the river bank in the darkness of twilight and the falling rain we made our camp. I was too tired to sleep; the ground was hard and the cold dampness seered to penetrate the blankets. It was a wel- come dawn that came at last. At seven we were on our way. From the very beginning we found hard going. The way was steep and obstructed with tangled underbrush. Occasional tribu- tary streams to the main river crossed our path; and at last the main river im- peded our way. Rather than follow it to where against the northern range it flowed through a deep gorge, we un- dertook to cross it. The river here was deep and swift and for an hour we were occupied in bridging it with a long tree trunk, Ok E walked until nightfall; seven in the morning saw us again upon our way; and this day from the outset we encountered such continuous hard going that the rare smooth stretches stand in my memory as garden spots. After some hours of clambering along the steep slope of the mountain side, whert fallen trees and thickets every- where obstructed us, we came upon a plain of firm and unobstructed ground. But this was of short extent and on the course that we had laid straight down the center of the valley we soon encountered marshy soil that was misery to travel over. Yet to the eve it was ever so allur- ing: and, in the belief that it must change for better, we held on. The marshland became bog, and that de- ceptive bog was velvet smooth with moss and not a mound or bush was there to mar its far extent. Its beauty was more eloquent than past experience, and we struck out into it. The first quarter of a mile was soft and we sank above our shoe tops, and the cold water oozed around our toes; the second quarter of a mile was softer, so that we sank halfway to our knees and had to tread nimbly at that; the third quarter—we stiil held on like fools, hoping for firmer soil—found us wallowing. We were tired. We removed our packs and rested on them. And then, almost in a panic at this treacherous thing that threatened to engulf us, we turned and struggled back to safety. There was nothing to do but seek the firm soll of the mountainside again. But unfortunately our path had followed a sort of a peninsula of the prairie, and to reach the nearer northern mountains we had either to retrace our steps for several miles or cross a marsh that intervened be- tween the prairfe meadow and the the mountainside. We chose the marsh. When one gets thoroughly wet he doesn't care. We Jeaped upon the huge tussocks that stood like beehives out of the water. Sometimes we landed falrly upon them and kept our balance, sometimes we slipped off again and plunged into the water; and at last, there being little about us to be kept dry, we waded through regardless of the wet. Reaching the mountainside at last, we threw our packs aside, built a great fire, removed our soak- ing clothes and hung them up to dry, stretched ourselves out in the fire's warmth, and rested. The mate's foot was giving him great pain. It appeared to be the arch that had been strained. I whittled a splint for it and bound it up with sticking plaster; this afford- ed_temporary relles But that day held surprises for us. It must be remembered that we jour- neyed through an unknown region toward the remote destination of Ushuaia, which, so far as we knew, was the most westerly Inhabited spot on the south shore of Tierra del Fuego. Of the fate of our progress we had no means of judging. We had walked approximately 12 hours a day but our route was tortuous and beset with obstacles that impeded and de- layed us. * k¥ % E came to a rushing torrent whose channel was heaped with refuse of the fore We buflt a bridge and crossed it and were about to enter the forest on the other side when suddenly—like Crusos discov- ering the savage's footprints in the sand—we saw on the smooth brown forest turf the prints of horses' feet. We stared at them in bewlidered Joy; yet hardly had a surmise of their significance entered our heads when Wwe were startled by a trampling of horses. There were four of them. How and Wwhence they came concerned us later. Our first thought was to capturs one or more of them. But though we practiced every lure with salt and meal and stealthily crept near them mi u:: I o, they were entirely strustful, and soon gall into the forest. ity ok But there remained with us the knowledge that we had reached the frontier of a settlement, and the ela- tion of having somehow neared our journey’s end. Yet we had many weary miles to go and the dis- couragement to face that day of being separated by deep streams and impassdble bog from the dry hillside where we came to know our destina- tion lay. With dawn of the fourth day we leapt to action. Gone was the whole weariness of the night before. There. less than a mile away—for the valley narrowed at this runaround point— were the pasture hilisides that we meant to reach;and the mere streams and bog that had deterred us now were nothing. We felled a tree that almost reached across the stream, and with dead limbs we bridged the rest of it. We crossed dry-shod, and, recking nothing, plunged into the bog. We followed different tracks and it be- came a joke betwken us who should sink the deeper. We wallowed, sink- ing deep at times and struggling out again. One moment I went in above my thighs; I threw my pack off and crawled out upen it. And we got across, Now the river confronted us. It was wide and deep. There was no way to bridge it—and we didn’t care. We were too wet—and eager. Choos- ing the broadest spot to cross it we strode fn. It rose to our knees, to our thighs, to our waists—a little higher and the swift current would have swept us off our feet; and then it dropped. = Thighs, knees appeared ankle deep we raced out through the gravelly shoals and gained dry land. In a little sheltered pasture clear- ing where the bars of a man-made fence were In the view to gladden u we 1it a fire, doffed our clothes and hung them up to dry. There being no habitation In sight, it was our plan to continue down the valley in the knowledge that even- tually it must lead us to the sea. We resumed our packs and were striding merrily along, our eyes following. the curving river's course, when suddenly emerged a moving form, a horseman galloping on the river bank. * k% ¥ T my sudden shout he stopped and looked about as if amazed; and then he saw us on the pasture hill- side, He turned his horse and rade a devious way to meet us. At last he reappeared and with astonishment upon his face rode up and greeted us. And when we told him whence we had come, there came into his face a wonder as if we had been angels dropped from heaven. . We were, he told us, at_an outlying eamp of the Estancia Austral “IN A PANIC AT THIS TREACHEROUS THING WHICH THREAT- ENED TO ENGULF US” Yendegaia Bay, on Beagle Channel, and but a little distance from the head of Lapatala Bay. He told us that we were certainly the first ever to have crossed there from the north The realization that we were dis- coverers filled us with immense ela- tion. He was a good-hearted, generous fellow, this Chileno shepherd, by name Francisco; he prevalled upon us to ride with him to the estancia, and the following morning was set for the trip. He appeared to conteruplate a kind of showman's pride in thus displaying us. So at about 10 in the morning we set out. Wo rode for hours over a &ood track through pasture land and forest and broad meadows. Arrived at a gate some two miles from our destination, our guide told us to dismount. Removing the bri- dles and sheepskins from our horse he concealed them in the underbrush. Then, while he kept the two unsad- dlea horses from the gate, we slipped through and closed it. He gave me his horse to ride and walked alongside. “That's so the patron won't know we've used the horses,” he said with a grim laugh. The patron of the Estancia Austral was a tall, powerful man of maybe sixty, with an unwholesoms yellow complexion, a hard, shrewd smile, and eyes that advertised his cunning. 1 don't know what this fellow thought of us; whether he took us to be escaped convicts from Ushuala, free-lancing desperadoes or mere vagabonds. A cynical smile played about his lips while we recounted the manner of our coming; and be- fore we had concluded he shrugged his shoulders and walked off. 1 There was nothing to do but ap proach him again. We told him that | we had come here at the request of | his shepherd, who believed that our | i information would be of interest to him, and that we Were now upon our way to Ushuaia. At that he laughed “Why, you can't walk there!” he said. “It's elght hours by horseback; and, besides, you can't cross the river on foot.” At our suggestion that he lend us horses he shrugged his shoulde aid there were but three horses on the farm and that, anyhow, he had nothing to do with it. “Ask the patron,” he said. * ok ok F ON ANTONIO, the young patron to whom the elder had referred us, was a mild young fellow with a flabby hand, but so pathetically un- der the dominance of the old devil that he couldn’t call his soul his ow He only repeated what the other had sald about the horses—adding, how- ever, that we might go to the house and get some bread. Every one affirmed that the riverat Lapataia was not to be crossed on foot, and, as it turned out, on horse- back we were to go. It may be that our hosts were impressed by the mate's eloquence in praise of me; they wavered and then changed their minds. “The senor is” 1 heard the mate telling them, as I sat by in feigned indifference, “a very great man, and much in the confidence of the Presi- dent of the United States, of whom he is a close relation. He is also an intimate friend of the President of Chile.” . And so he prated on until at last the patrones, after drawing apart for consultation, announced that we wers to be taken on horseback across the river, and then left to continue te Ushuala as we pleased. “Very £00d,” We sald; and. it suiting thelr convenlence. wo set out again on the following morning, December 3. The trail to Ushuala was wefl traveled and not difficult to follow. With our packs again upon our shoulders, after crossing the river and parting with the friendly Chileno who took back the horses, we set off blithely; ten miles it scaled on the map. We strode along throush in- terminable miles of forest that re vealed no glimpse beyond it but of high peaks and far descending wooded slopes. Not one hill did we round to bring the town to our view but twenty: and as we tolled on hours more with the hope that every hill end turn would be the last, to find ourselves again confronted with intermina- ble pasturs lands, disheartenment weighed like an added burden upém us. We had almost despaired of reach- ing port that night, when, on attain- ing another “last” hilltop, we sighted far away the long peninsula of Ushuaia, treeless golden neck of and 1ying. it seemed, upon the blue surf: t the bay. Now, then, with new wo hurried on t8 cross the rvening miles he- fore the We footsore lame pained almost bevond endurs ance. Westward of Ushuala plain where once, a mile English mission had stood descended a&s we crossed mate was spent with pain. “Let's rest a bit,” he said as we reached the outskirts of the town, “because we've got to blow in in style.” In a few minutes it. With heads thrown swinging arms, to our of “John Brown's Body, in. The dogs announced our coming folk came to their doors and &tared “Where are you from?" asks a fellow. Admiralty Sound.” Where are going? Cape Horn as courage many darkness and the hix broad away, an Twillght it. The he could stand back and rching tune we tramped Revolutionary Motor. GAS turbine engine that, it is claimed, may revolutionize auto- mobile and airplane motors is being perfected by a French engineer, says Popular Science Monthly. It is said to combine the advantages of the ex- plosive gas motor and the steam tur bine. Recent tests before officers of the French air service are reported to have given complete satisfaction, the engine turning smoothly at the rate of 1,500 revolutic a minute ort Myer Maintains Tradition, With Unsurpassed Horsemanship ACHINE-GUN companies in wartime went under the rather suggestive title of “suicide clubs,” but there is a group of young men at Fort Myer, Va, across the Potomac from the Capital, whose daily grind rather entitles them to a similar des- ignation, although they go about their work with a nonchalance that is deceptive to the uninitiated. They are the members of the 2d Squadron, 3d Cavalry, United States Army, commanded by MaJ. J. M. Wain- wright, trained for the weekly Win- ter “stunt” exhibitions at the fort, which are topped off by a Summer tour of all the principal horse shows in _this part of the country. For the veteran members of the squadron, the day's work s just a case of “keeping their hand in": for the rookies it means getting hardened to a reckless bravery where the slightest misjudgment may bring or worse—under Miying , veteran or rookle, they're all out there taking bumps and applause, for Fort Myer is a cavalry post where the Army lives up to its tradition of having horsemen second to none in the world, and, while the oldtimers in the service are going through their paces and showing the recruits what it takes to make a ‘“real’ cavalry- man, the latter, with no less fervor, are straining every effort to reach the heights and “belong.” The World: War did its best to shelve the cavalryman. After the early days, when British, French and German horsemen performed bril- liant feats, grim battling in trenches made cavalry superfluous, and by the time America entered the!conflict the cry was for men, and with every ounce of ship tonnage in demand for troops and supplies there was no room for horses Consequently, cavalryman after cavalryman reluctantly shed his crossed sabers for the insignia of some other branch of service which permitted overseas duty. But now the cavalry once more has come into its own, and at Fort Myer, a joint cavalry and artillery post, commanded by Col. Hamllton S. Hawkins, a cavalryman of the old school, thé troopers are put through the same rigid course that always has marked this service, and the trick riding feature is developed more extensively than elsewhere. PR ‘WO years is the average time re. quired to “make” a stunt rider, and the skill attained by these youngsters is evidenced in the fact that the cavalry ranks furnish many circus performers. Their training is started at the absolute bedrock of riding fundamentals. The recruit is provided with a gen- tle, well trained horse, and, taking his place in the saddle, is required simply to hold the pommel in the left hand, cantle in the right, and kick his right foot free from the stirrup. ‘Endless times this is done, and then comes the next step, which is simply a continuation—the right leg being swung across the croup and alongside the left and the trooper standing erect in the left stirrup. The third step, for all practical purposes, is the completion of this “arg” the cavalryman's body has been making, the grip on pommel and cantle being retained, while the left foot remains In its stirrup and the right leg is swung underneath the horse, the rider's body forming a sort of “L’ Always the neophyte is forced to repeat these maneuvers countless times, until his mentors are satisfled. * ok K Kk HEN the fun begins. The trooper is taught to vault, and that is one accomplishment that is not ad- vised for children. The horse is put into a gallop, and the rider, swinging out of the saddle, of which he retains hold, leaps to the ound, runs alongside the animal ‘or a few steps, and then vaults back Into the saddle—or anywhere in that region in which he is lucky enough to_land. Next comes the “scissors,” which s changing position in the saddle and riding backward. With this feat add- ed to.dvis 1ist, the young cavalryman 1s ready for something that would, by this time, seem to be superflous— namely, learning to fall. To see a skilled veteran throw his arms over his head and catapult backward out of the saddle; to land sprawling in the tanbark, is blood- curdling, but it's all part of the game, and the rookie learns to hunch his body so that the flight, which ends with startling abruptness, doesn’t terminate his earthly career. Then the cavalryman learns to fall with his horse, and here there are two processe: At first, from a sta- tionary posture, the horse is forced to the ground by the simple expe- dient of pulling on the right rein until the animal's head is drawn back, sidewise, to the point where the underpinning gives way natur- ally. The second step is this ma- neuver with the horse in motion. One more feat and the trooper is considered grounded in the what" what of stunt-riding. This is the tail drag—considered by veterans of the service as the most dangerous of tricks. It Is the sole maneuver that has resulted in injury at the fort in the last year, and on that occasion, it is said, the rider really was at fault. . It consists of sliding off the horse backward, while the animal is in full tilt; grabbing the tail en route, and then dragging on the ground in the wake of the flying steed-shod hoofs. i \'fi e Gon e e COL. HAMILTON S. HAWKINS, IN COMMAND' AT FORT MYER. After this schooling, the student acquires the knack of removing the saddle from his mount while go- ing at full speed, and carrying it| above his head; of changing horses while galloping, picking up a com- rade from the ground or from the back of another swiftly - moving | charger, He learns to ride tandem to shoot around, balanced on his back in the saddle—a dozen-and-one differ- ent things, for your true cavalryman is forever improvising and adding new “acts” to his repertoire. Ie's a born showman, who loves his art. An example of this is seen in Troop G, at Fort Myer, commanded by Capt. Vernon L. Padgett, a member of the riding team in the last Olympic events. The men in G now are developing Cossack riding—or, as the cavalry- man knows {t, “monkey drilling.”| This pyramid riding is a feature that had practically gone out of vogue in| the last few vears, but G Troop de- cided it should be brought back, and leaders in Capital circles who turn out in force for the weekly exhibi- tions are provided with a new thrill. F Troop, commanded by Capt. E. A. Regnier, which probably contains in its ranks more feature riders than any cavalry unit in the Army, also is developing new stunts. The real pride nf F Troop is Sam, the jumping horse, generally ridden b Sergt. Frank Smith, who specfalizes in leaps over laden automobiles, horses and through a burning arc. E Troop, commanded by Capt. John | divers. tin H. Irving, centers on the saddle drill. and the maneuvers of these riders, bearing sabers, are among the priz offerings at the fort. N(Il‘. is the stunt riding left to the enlisted men alone, for the officers also are schooled in jumping. chasing, hunting and higher equita- tion. Virtually all are graduates of the cavalry school at ort Riley, Kans., conceded to be the finest in the world Some also have broadened their edu- catlon by courses in the noted French school at Saumur and the equally fa- mous Italian institution at Penero! But still their training is not con- sidered finished, and under the vig lant eye of Col. Hawkins the Sam Erowned troopers labor no less earr estly than the enlisted personnel iron out the defects that their riding may disclose. Strict attentfon is manner in which the horse He must gait cording to the best- epted stand- ards for riding, and his carriaga must be perfect for all maneuvers. Col Hawkins overlooks nothing and en- forces a discipline that would delight any “buck” who ever did countless squads east” at the insistence of a second lieutenant. Col. Hawkins has a special squad of nine officers now developing school riding, a series of difficult maneuv at vari d when the desired smoothness precision ac- quired this squad will make its bow at the exhibition * % % LL the time the training o men is in progress there is wise a schooling for horses, for with out a mount which can be taught t co-ordinate thoroughly w the rider the latter's efforts go for naught Many of the horses at Fort Mye come from the remount station at Front Royal, Va., while others are bought in the open market Included in the latter category are the thoroughbreds picked up Mary land tracks and trained for the hur dles. All are green, and the requisite is that they be even pered. Nothing can be done with 2 animal of bad disposition, nor w any effort be made train such one for cavalry work In general, a horse can be trained for jumping in a relatively short while, but for the stunt work & least two years are necessar: The first thing done with a hors new to stunt work is to teach it to retain balance. To accomplish this the animal is worked around in small circle, that it may become ac customed to keeping its feet while making quick shifts. When the horse has acquired this balancing knack it is considered fitted to be trained for the track riding, and in this & is the experience of long labor that proves the determining factor. Just how skillfully the cavalry horse learns to perform is demor strated by the assertion of an old cavalry man at the fort that he yet to see a horse fall with a rider while going through any acrobatics The feature riding at Fort Myer is all in addition to the routine work of a soldier. It is not compulsor) but the recruit coming into an outit and showing an unwillingness te make a try at it is yvet to be found Troop pride, if mothing else, spurs him on. And there's a good, why the feature riding it builds morale. directed to the officer sits his the animal a at principa solid reason is pursued Undersea City. UBMERGED 30 feet below the surface of the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Tunis, the ruins of an ancient city have been found by They report that many larg: ible, outlined sandy botton stene bulldings were v dim shadows and and that fish swarm in and out of crumbled doorwa Scfentists a preparing to make further explora tions. Additional interest is attached to the discovery, as the city lies in waters described by Virgil and near VETERAN CAVALRYMAN, NOW the “Imle of the Lotus Katers,” af which Homer sang.