Adveces for runing a healthy marriage

how to save a marriage

Marriage is not just about love, it’s about business. Happiness is in our hands, we need to learn from our hearts, learn to operate happiness. As the saying goes, the fence is tight and the wild dogs can’t get in. Marriage, after all, is a business.

Patience to listen to
When someone is talking about something or asking for advice, be patient. Don’t be impatient or irrelevant answer. Don’t interrupt. Don’t give an ultimatum.
Don’t find fault
Fault not to run his own marriage, everyone has enough, don’t “fault” in the form of sarcasm, guests present more don’t do this, not to give you, if you really have the shortcomings and mistakes, or patience to persuade, remember picking is the big fear of marriage.
The past not mention
In the past, you and your partner’s love history should not be repeated, the letter should be destroyed, so as not to break the branches, destroy the heart of the marriage.
Humor method
The humor method is the lubricant that manages marriage at appropriate time, make a joke just right, make a funny action naturally, break the tension atmosphere with laughter, transfer bad mood.
Suggestive method
It is not necessary to say that. The psychologist said that if the marriage is to be managed well, it will have to go all the way, hoping to see how the friends who manage their marriage can have a happy marriage.
Respect each other
Married couples, even childhood sweethearts, still have their own personality traits. Some husbands have sex, have been out for many years, can’t stay at home. The wife is quiet and social, and wants her husband to stay at home all day long. Every time the husband came back, his wife was unhappy, and sometimes she had a little temper, and if she could not bear it, she might quarrel. To manage his own marriage, will be a considerate wife or husband, should respect each other’s personality, not to impose its will on the other side, to keep a free space for each other, allowing the other party has its own social circle. In this way, marriage is not a kind of imprisonment, but to give full play to their respective personality characteristics, and a warm home of attachment.
Husband and wife should learn to be patient.
The husband and wife must learn to be patient in marriage. “the most important thing in married life is patience,” he said. When the other lost his temper or a provocation, take patience and avoid the best way, or put yourself in understanding the causes, and to help relief, and not to be affected by each other’s feelings, make yourself bad mood state, so as to manage a good marriage.
Couples should be honest with each other.
Love is a kind of make people power, striving to make progress on both sides of the first marriage is both sides thought and a kind of emotional harmony, is a kind of psychological activity on compensate each other, so that both sides can produce a kind of warmth, coordination of health psychology. Therefore, couples should be honest with each other, respect each other and care for each other, which is more pleasing than giving gifts.
Influence each other
To manage their own marriage, we must learn to influence each other, and to make each other feel. For example, on rainy days, the husband took the initiative to go to the station to meet his wife. The husband’s lamp reads or writes under the light of night, the wife quietly sends a cup of hot tea, hot milk. This kind of promotion of the relationship, often will make the other party angry, this is a necessary to manage the marriage.
In marriage, we should often sit down to exchange opinions, communicate ideas, and pour out the joys and sorrows of our hearts. Especially in times of adversity, the greatest need is the comfort of a loved one. A word of sympathy, an encouraging look, will relieve the psychological pressure of the other side and strengthen the confidence and strength to overcome difficulties.

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Rivers in spate shut down all major hydroelectric plants in Himachal

Shimla: With all Himalayan rivers in spate in Himachal Pradesh, all major hydropower plants in the state have be forced to shut down generation operations causing an sudden outage of over 3100 MW of power.

Managing director of Jaypee Hydro Power, DP Goyal said that power generation at the 300 MW Baspa project and 600 MW at Karcham Wangtoo power plant have been shut down due to high silt levels in the river.

Since heavy silt erodes vital turbine parts, the managements as a precaution shut operations, he added.

Downstream of Karcham Wangtoo plant, government owned company SJVN shut down the country’s largest hydro plant that generates 1500 MW of peaking power.

Sunil Grover, a senior engineer with HP State electricity Board said that several plant of HPSEB with a total generation capacity of 400 MW, which included 120MW Sanjay Vidyut Bhaba plant and 126 MW Largi plant, have had to shut down operations because of silt caused by incessant rains over the last few days.

In Ravi river basin, 300 MW Chamera plant has also shut down generation, sources said.

$648 mn WB loan for THDC to build Vishnugad hydro project in Uttarakhand

Shimla :The World Bank on Wednesday signed a $648 million loan agreement with THDC India to build the 444 MW Vishnugad Pipalkoti hydro electric project on the Alaknanda river in Uttarakhand which will generate 1665 million kw hours of electricity each year.

The project will provide valuable addition of peaking power to India’s northern grid which faces severe power shortages at high–consumption times, a spoesman of the World Bank said.

The power generated from this project will be supplied to Punjab,Haryana, Rajasth, Uttar Pradesh,Himachal Pradesh,Uttarakhand,Chandigarh,Delhi and Jammu & Kashmir.

Apart from helping provide power at reasonable cost the project will also provide Uttarakhand with a royalty of 12 per cent of the power generated which will be around Rs 90 crore each year.

Renuka dam gets another jolt

Shimla : The proposed Rs 3,600 crore Renuka dam project in Himachal Pradesh’s Sirmaur district received a setback as the national green tribunal ordered the Himachal Pradesh Power Corporation Limited(HPPCL) to stay all acquisition process under the land acquisition act.

The tribunal was hearing a petition by a local man who challanged the environmental clearances awarded to the project in October 2009.

The order was passed Thursday after councel Ritwik Dutta argued that the environment impact assessment(EIA) report for the project was totally inadequate.

Also there were severe discrepencies in the figures of the total area to be acquired for the project and the total number of families to be affected the project.

The EAI report, the environment clearance letter and the affidavit filed by HPPCL in the court has three different sets of data.

While the environment clearance(EC) was granted for 1477 hectares of land the the HPPCL claims that total land for the project is 2239 hectares.There is also a difference in the number of families affected.

So how can the project be given clearances when the baseline data is basent or false, the court asked.

The storage project of the Renuka project proposes to supply water to Delhi.It has been declared a national project and the Central and Delhi governments will fund the project.Himachal will only build the 40 Mw hydro electric project.

Heavy Silt in Satluj River Shuts Down 3 Hydropower Plants

2400 MW outage in northern grid due to silt in Satluj river

Shimla: High silt levels have shut down three major power project in Satluj Basin, starving the northern grid of 2400 MW of peaking power, as the region experienced heavy rains over the past 48 hours.

Spokesman of SJVN, a government company which operates the 1500 MW Natpha Jhakri power plant said that the silt levels in the river were very high, which forced the management to shutdown the turbines at about 2.30 p.m.

The six 250 MW turbines at the plant have a tolerance level of 4000 parts per million (PPM) of silt and should that rise, it damages vital machinery, said the spokesman.

Upstream of Nathpa plant, two power projects belonging to private developer Jaiprakash Associates having a combined installed capacity of 900 MW have also been forced to shut operations.

Managing Director of the company DP Goyal said that generation at the 2 turbines at the upcoming 1000 MW Karcham-Wangtoo project on Satluj River had been shut down as silt levels had crossed 17,000 ppm.

The Karcham-Wangtoo project is in its final stages of completion and all the four turbines are expected to be operational by 15 August, 2011.

The other plant on Baspa stream having a generation capacity of 300 MW has also been shut down because of the silt problem, he said.

All three plants, which supply power to the northern states of Punjab, Haryana, UP, Rajasthan and Delhi, would be unable to start generations till the silt levels come down.

Other than the regular monthly shutdown for a day for maintenance purposes, this happens to the years first forced shutdown because of silt crossing critical levels.

Elsewhere, landslides triggered by the heavy rains had blocked the Manali-Leh highway near Rohtang Pass for over six hours.

“Heavy earthmover machinery was moved in,” said BM Nanta, DC Kullu, “and the blocked highway was thrown open by afternoon.”

In 24 hours, Gohar in Mandi district recorded 108 mm of rain, Shimla 40 mm, Kullu 48 mm, Dharmashala 50 mm and Kalpa in Kinnaur recorded 43 mm of rain, the met office stated. More rain has been forecast for the next 24 hours.

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Road accidents in Himachal claim 3479 lives in three years

Shimla: Drunken driving, human error, bad roads, weather conditions and mechanical failure were cited as the reasons for the heavy toll of 3479 deaths in roads accidents in the last three years in Himachal Pradesh.

Responding to a question by Anil Kumar and Yog Raj (both congress), transport minister Mohinder Singh let the Vidhan Sabha know during question hour that majority (97.84 %) of the accident were due to drunken driving and human error.

Only about 1.52 % accidents had occurred due to bad road conditions and 0.64 % due to mechanical failure, said the minister.

Detailing about the steps taken to reduce accident rates, he said that 536 black spots (accident prone sites) had been identified and were being improved. The minister said that so far 248 black spots had been improved and work on others was going on.

Other measures taken included banning use of mobile phones by drivers while at the steering wheel and ban on use of stereos in buses had been ordered.

Chief minister Prem Kumar Dhumal let Prakash Chaudhary (Congress) know that Tirthan river in Kullu valley had been declared protected habitat for trout fish and no new power project were being allowed to come up on the Himalayan stream.

“Two hydro projects were approved on the river before the ban was imposed in 2004 and in case any project has been allotted later, the government will not hesitate to cancel them, he said adding that the government was even contemplating extending the ban to the tributaries of the Tirthan river.

He said that in last three years 269 mini and micro hydel projects had been approved, of which 250 had been given to Himachali entrepreneurs.

Work on Renuka Dam put on hold by National Green Tribunal

In response to a question by Harshwardhan (Congress), chief minister Dhumal said that construction of Renuka Dam had not started as the National Green Tribunal had granted a stay on 28.7.2011 on all construction activities.

He said that rehabilitation policy for the project had been framed and 35 hectares of land at four villages had been purchased at rates varying from Rs 3.75 lakhs to Rs 6.80 lakhs per bigha.

However, passing of the final award and payment of compensation under land acquisition has also been stayed by the green tribunal and till end of July, 2011 an expenditure of Rs 100.48 crores had been incurred on the project.

Himachal Bachao Morcha up against power company over forest violations in Chamba

Himachal Bachao Sangarsh Morcha, (HBSM) has protested forest violations allegedly taking place for constructing of roads for 36 MW Chanju I hydro project in Churah valley of Chamba district.

Uma Kumari, a HBSM workers let media persons know that blatant violations of Forest Conservation Act 1980 were taking place in Bagheigarh and Tikrigarh Panchayats.

Not only precious forest land were being destroyed but grasslands on which villagers depended upon for meeting fodder needs for domestic farm animals were being destroyed unscientifically dumping freshly excavated muck on the slopes, she said.

Uma added that it was not clear whether Indo Aryan Company which was executing the project had obtained forest and environment clearance for union ministry of environment and forest (MOEF) as this information was not available on its website.

No dumping sites had been marked on the ground nor the any demarcation of land allotted for the project had been done at the site, says the organisation.

Canada eyes investing in Himachal

Shimla : The Canadian government has shown interest in investing in Himachal Pradesh’s growing hydo electricity,tourism,food processing and horticulture sectors.

This was revealed by a spokesman of the state government after the Candadian high commissioner in India Stewart G Beck met the state chief minister P.K.Dhumal here Monday.

The two discussed vast opportunities for making investment by multi national companies in the hill state particularly in the booming hydel power sector which was being exploited mainly by private players.

There were still opportunities for tapping the remaining potential by MNCs in this sector.

Dhumal told the Canadian high commissioner that the state already has the country’s largest hydro power project the 1500 MW Nathpa Jhakri project and the 2100 MW Parbati project which is to be built.

The state government also wants Cananda to help to revive the old apple orchards in the state by plating high yielding varieties.

Dhumal said Himachal would be keen to welcome Canadian investment in education and food processing sectors.

Himachal handicrafts PSU earns Rs 13.5 crore income

Shimla : The once loss making state run HP handicraft and handloom corporation has earned an annual income of Rs 13.50 crore during the last fiscal year .

This was disclosed by Himachal Pradesh’s industries minister Kishan Kapoor at the company’s board of directors meeting here Thursday .

The preivious year the figure stood at Rs 13.38 crore.
The most popular products of the corporation are woollen shawls , mufflers , stoles , Himachali caps , jewellery , carpets , sandals , handkerchiefs , jackets and woollen shoes .

“Three handloom clusters were sanctioned at Tissa, Janjheli and Jwali at a cost Rs 1.35 crore . 350 weavers will benefit from this cluster ,” said Kapoor.

“A project worth Rs 14.48 lakh for skill upgradation and training in the making of the embroidered chamba rumal and leather crafts has been sanctioned by the union ministry of textiles .”

Another Rs 7.20 lakh has been sanctioned for conducting training workshops in leather,metal embroidered cloth crafts and the chamba rumal .

The company has outlets in all metropolitan cities of the country and holds regular exhibitions at many other places.

In the last year or so it has been earning good revenue by selling its products in exhibitions across Europe and the United States .

Dikshita with 97% in ICSE, Bhanu Pratap 96% in ISC top in Shimla

Shimla: There were no failures reported among the 362 students at four reputed schools who took ICSE (10th) and ISC (12th) examinations conducted by the Council for the Indian School Certificate Examinations (CISCE) earlier in the year.

Dikshita Vashist, a student of Loreto Convent Tara Hall with 97 percent marks has topped the ICSE and Bhanu Pratap Singh, a student at Bishop Cotton School (BCS), with 96 percent marks was first among the students who took the ISC examinations.

All the four schools have reported cent percent results, with the majority of them having secured first division aggregates.

Of the 111 girls at Loreto who appeared for the ICSE exam, Dikshita topped, tat second position was Sumesha Jaswal with 95.3 % and third was Divyani Chaturvedi securing 95.29 %.

Out of the 73 girls in Auckland House School the top position was bagged by Disha Singh with 94.4 %, Aakriti Chauhan was second with 92 %, Parul Narwar was third with 90.8 % followed by Deksha Kaur with 90.4 %

Of the 35 students at Shimla Public School the topper was Abhimanyu Thakur securing 95 % marks and at BCS of the 31 boys who appeared for the 10th class board exam it was Shikar Chauhan and Shubam Bansal who topped their class with 91 percent marks.

Abhimanyu Thakur

Of the 31 boys at BCS who sat for the ISC examination, Bhanu Pratap Singh, a humanities student, secured full marks in Mathematics and beat science students by securing 96 % marks.

In second position was Akshit Vig who secured 90 % marks. Six students appeared for the science stream, 15 in commerce and 10 were from the humanities side.

Of the 50 girls at Auckland House School, Vinny Verma with 91 % marks topped the science stream and Nadita Mahant was second with 90.5%.

In commerce stream Sukanya Sood and Malika Tanta were toppers with 90.5 % whereas Vijeta Chauhan with 92.25 % was first in the humanities group.

SJVNL pays Himachal Rs 84.40 crore share

Shimla : Satluj Jal Vidyut Nigam Ltd(SJVNL) has declared a total dividend of Rs 333.93 crore for its financial performance in the last fiscal year.

Towards Himachal Pradesh’s 25.5 per cent participation in SJVNL’s equity, the state government on Tuesday paid a cheque of Rs 84.40 crore and the rest of the government of India.

The company’s CMD R.P.Singh presented the cheque to the state chief minister P.K.Dhumal.

SJVNL’s flagship hydro electric project, the 1500 MW Nathpa Jhakri project achieved a record generation of 7140 million units(MU) in the last fiscal year.

Since April to August the plant has generated 4865 MU of electricity. Singh said this year in August the Nathpa project generated 1151 MU, which was an all time record.

SJVNL is a joint venture company owned by the Centre and the Himachal government.

Bajpai new VC at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Governor Urmila Singh today announced appointment of ADN Bajpai, professor of economics at Rani Durgavati University, Jabalpur (MP) as the new Vice-chancellor of Himachal Pradesh University and also reappointed KR Dhiman as the Vice-chancellor of YS Parmar University of Horticulture and Forestry, Nauni for another three year term.

Bajpai replaces SK Gupta at HPU whose tenure stood completed on 9th April.

Bajpai has been a former Vice-chancellor of Avdhesh Pratap Singh University, Rewa and Mahatama Gandhi Chhitarkoot Gramodaya University, Chhitarkoot.

Prof. A.D.N. Bajpai

Besides having authored two books, he has about 70 research papers to his credit. With specialization in Economics of Infrastructures, Energy and Environment he is a Member of International Association of Energy Economists, Indian Economic Association, Indian Society of Labour Economics and M.P. Economics Association.

Bajpai will be the 2nd from Jabbalpur University to join as a Vice-chancellor at HPU. Earlier HP Dixit from Jabbalpur university was the VC at HPU from 6.6.1994 to 3.8.1995.

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Vice-chancellor Bajpai for curbing politics in Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Drawing salaries out of public exchequers, university teachers should not be affiliated with any political party, is how the new VC of HPU spelled out plans to depoliticize the campus even as he talked about autonomy and turning the institution into a centre of excellence.

In an interaction with the media ADN Bajpai, who took over as the new Vice-chancellor on Wednesday said that efforts would be made to keep politics outside the gates of the campus.

With there being two strong unions of teachers in the university who are openly affiliated to political parties and some even having contested assembly elections while protecting their jobs, the new VC said “ the university act would have to be scrutinized to see that how faculty members were allowed to be members of political parties.

“If need be, it would be suggested to the government to get the anomaly removed through appropriate legislation or otherwise,” he added.

The new VC went onto say, “there is no place for personal prejudices based on politics, caste, creed and religion and those found indulging in it could lose their jobs.”

He said it was a matter of concern that where salaries of faculty members was increasing and they were getting their promotions yet grading of HPU by NAAC had dropped two notches from B++ to B.

“Certainly there are some shortcomings within the university set up, which need to be corrected so that its grading improves,” said Bajpai.

Teachers would be asked to stay on campus between working hours from 10.30 a.m. to 5.30 p.m. and devote time for teaching and research for the teacher-taught relationship cannot be substituted by any other mode of education.

Publishing of journals and newsletters would be started immediately, library would be updated, a data bank would be developed, better quality of research and conducting independent surveys would be started, said the VC.

When the issue of students violence on the campus was brought up, he said “it was no solution for solving problems in an academic institution and Gandhian modes of protest have shown how effectively non violence can be used to make ones point.”

Talks would be initiated with the SFI, NSUI and AVBP outfits to try and resolve matters so that academic issues can be brought into focus.

About shortage of staff, he said that lecturers could be hired on contract or per lecture basis to make up for the shortfall till regular arrangements are made but academics would not be allowed to suffer on this account.

Himachal Pradesh University Marks 42nd Foundation Day

Shimla: Marking the 42nd Foundation Day of Himachal Pradesh University, Chancellor Urmila Singh, who is also Governor of the state, asked the university to look at starting archaeology department as the state was rich in cultural heritage.

Speaking at the inaugural function, she said that there were employment opportunities in tourism sector and a course for tourist guides could be started.

The chancellor asked the university to prepare a Vision-2020 document on priority for achieving the targets in a planned manner. E

Education was important for the development of the nation and youth of every section irrespective of the social status should get an opportunity to pursue education for building a strong nation. Girls were being provided free education and seats had been reserved for single girl students in every department of the university, she said.

Chief minister Prem Kumar Dhumal who was present on the occasion said that the state was spending Rs 1.60 lakhs per student each year on those availing university education.

He said that where as the national budget was only allocating 4.86 % for education, the state was spending 18% of its annual budget on it.

Emphasizing on the need for becoming self dependent, the chief minister said that autonomy could be achieved through being self sufficient financially.

Defending the government about permitting private universities, Dhumal said that it was being done with the intent of providing quality professional education within the state.

He said that Himachal was the first state in the country to constitute a regulatory commission which would fix fees in these universities.

The regulatory authority had started functioning to safeguard the interest of students and save them from exploitation.

About new private universities he said that they would be opened in Bilaspur, Chamba, Mandi and Kullu districts.

Symbiosis University would be set up in Bilaspur district, he said.

Dr. Riad Kamel Abbas, Ambassador of Syrian Arab Republic in India, who was the Guest of Honour said that he hoped one day students from Syria would enroll at HPU and strengthen relations between the two countries.

Making a detailed presentation Vice-chancellor ADN Bajpai said that 149 students of the University had qualified NET this year.

Himachal HC orders CBI to probe all false documents issued by educational institutions

Shimla :The high court of Himachal Pradesh has directed the Central Bureau of Investigation(CBI) to look into all cases where no objection certificate and clearance has been obtained by private educational institutions from NCTE,NRC,NCTV ,AICT and other such agencies on the basis of false representations.

Chief justice Kurian Joseph and justice Sanjay Karol passed these orders on the petition of V.P.Ahluwalia Tuesday here.

Ahluwalia a retired principal of Government college Dhaliara alleged that Rajesh Thakur director Thakur College of Education Dhaliara had used fake documents to get recognition for educational courses from National Council of Technical Education(NCTE).

He alleged that the HP university and NCTE were not taking action on his complaints.He also alleged that the siblings of Thakur had used fake degrees to get government jobs.

The CBI had registered a case on the complaint of Ahluwalia and Ajit Singh Rana.

The then regional director of National Council for Teacher Education Jaipur had abused his official position to grant recognition to Thakur College of Education for additional intake of 100 seats for B Ed and 25 seats for M Ed in 2007-08 in gross criminal violation of laid down norms and guidelines on NCTE.

The court also directed the CBI and the vigilance and corruption bureau to conduct investigations in a coordinated manner so that there is no conflict between the two invetigating agencies.

The SP, CBI brought to the notice of the court that several institutions who have obtained NOC from NCTE do not even have proper buildings.

At this the court directed him to conduct an inquiry into all such institutions and submit his report to the court within three months in a sealed cover.

The court also said that it will be open for the CBI to take appropriate action under law on the basis of its investigation and it should not wait for the direction or permission of the court.

The court also directed the Thakur College of Education,Dhaliara,Dehra and Thakur Pre-examination Coaching–cum-Training Institute,Nehranpukhar Dehra to file reply within a month as a last chance.

Listen to the biases of good people at IIAS Shimla

Shimla : The Indian Institute of Advanced Study(IIAS), summer hill Shimla is
organising two lectures this week,by a Harvard University professor andr by a scholar based in Cambridge Massachusetts.

“The first lecture ‘Blindspot :The hidden biases of good people’ by Prof Mahzarin R.Banaji,Richard Clark Cabot Professor of Social Ethics,Harvard University at 3 P.M. tuesday,” said Ashok Sharma, PRO,IIAS.

“The second lecture ‘Cyberdefence as democracy’s opportunity’ by Prof R.Bhaskar,an independent scholar based in Cambridge,Massachusetts on Thursday,” he said.

The venue of the lectures will be the pool theatre.

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D A V school Shimla wins Limca book of records quiz

Shimla : D A V Sr Sec public school won the Shimla city finals of the Limca book of records quiz 2011 held at Bishop Cotton School, Shimla on Wednesday .

The winners will now join 80 schools to compete in the semi finals . Loreto Convent School was the runners up .

Around 270 students from 45 schools participated from Shimla , out of which six schools competed in the city finals.

The winning team was felicitated by Vikrant Rathore , sales supervisor Kandhari Beverages .

Organisers said this year the quiz is being organised in more than 3500 schools to make the pursuit of knowledge an engaging and competitive process .

The multi-city inititaive is being launched in partnership with ‘know and grow with Derek’ and involves participation of students from class 8 to class 12. It is being organised at inter-school level , semi-finals and national finals from July to December 2011 .

Noted quiz master Derek O’ Brien and founder ‘know & grow with Derek’ will host the national finals.The entire database including content , research material and quiz software is being provided by him .

CM announces opening of Degree College, ITI at Sarahan

50 years old demands of Pacchad area fulfilled. Big political advantage for Gangu Ram Musafir!

NAHAN: In a very unexpected move Chief Minister of Himachal Pradesh Mr Virbhadra Singh today fulfilled all the major demands of the residents of Pcchad tehsil including opening of a Degree College at Sarahan in one go which they were putting up before every government since past over 40 years. With this move Chief Minister have strengthened the position of Assembly speaker Gangu Ram Musafir in the Pacchad constituency and has snatched major issues from the BJP in the politically most important Assembly segment, as per political observers.

Surprising everybody Chief Minister amidst shouting of CM Zindabad slogans and clapping announced opening of a Government Degree College at Sarahan, ITI at Sarahan, PHC at Naina Tikkar and GNM educational institution in private sector in the area and announced Rs. 5 crore for the construction of college buildings of the degree college and said that the college and ITI would be made functional from next academic session.

This was announced by Virbhadra Singh, Chief Minister while addressing thousands of people on the occasion of the inaugural ceremony of District-level Bawan Dadwadshi fair at Sahahan in district Sirmour today after be dedicated the lift augumentation water Supply Scheme for Sarahan, completed a cost of Rs. 4.35 crore, benefiting about 8500 population of 18 villages with 70 litre water person per day in coming twenty years.

It is pertinent to mention here that opening of a Degree College at Sarahan, construction of new water supply scheme and all other above demands fulfilled by the Chief Minister had been big political issues during the assembly elections after 70’s in the area.

Chief Minister did not stop here he further announced opening of new Govt. Primary School at Patta Kuffar and Saroj, he upgraded Govt. Primary School, Kuffar Pal, Kala Ghat and Cheola to Middle schools, besides GHS, Chalki to Senior Secondary School. He also announced construction of a helipad in Sarahan on priority. He said that shamlat land would also be returned to the deserving and eligible families.

In his speech Chief Minister attacked BJP on different issues and asked people of Himachal Pradesh no to belive BJP as this party had spread castism and regionalism in the state and did nothing for the development of the state. He also in detailed described development done on the different fronts in the state during his present term as CM and said that the Congress partly would seek another term on the basis of these development works.

Virbhadra Singh said that Himachal Pradesh was the first state which had subsidized the essential commodities for every ration card holder, not to speak of BPL and antyodaya families. He said that the prices of essential commodities, especially the cereals and edible oils had also been reduced further by Rs. 5 per kg. with a view to facilitate every ration card holder to draw rations against cards from fair price shops near to their homes. He said that his Government was also providing 130 crore subsidy on domestic power during current financial year.

He said that the contribution of Late Dr. Y.S. Parmar, the founder Chief Minister of Himachal Pradesh had been significant who envisioned a prosperous and developed Himachal Pradesh. His Government had never been in favour of regionalism and casteism, old and new Himachal and was committed to fight against the divisive forces to uphold the integrity of the nation and the State. He said that he was fully satisfied that the State was now emotionally more integrated than before.

G. R. Musafir, Speaker, Himachal Pradesh Vidhan Sabha and local MLA welcomed the Chief Minister. He said that record Rs. 120 crore had been spent on roads in Sirmour district and Rs. 50 crore under DRDA programmes, Rs. 18 core on social welfare schemes, while record Rs. 187 crore had been spent on DWSS in the district while 44 Senior Secondary School had been opened.

Kaul Singh Thakur, Irrigation and Public Health Minister thanked Chief Minister for dedicating Sarahan Augumention Water Supply Scheme to the people of the area. He said that efforts were afoot to check wild boar. He said that Rs. 150 crore had been spent under Irrigation and Public Health activities in the district and was committed to provide drinking water facilities to every village of the State.

Dr. Prem Singh, MLA Runuka, Sardar Rattan Singh, Ex-MLA and President DCC Sirmour, Shri Ajay Bahadur, Ex-MLA, Smt. Manju Sharma, Chairperson, Zila Parishad, Smt. Kunjna Singh, Vice-President, HPCC, Smt. Nayan Singh Tomer, Member HPCC, Smt. Rama Devi, Chairperson, Panchayat Samiti, Sarahan, Shri Roshan Lal Sharma, Vice Chairman, ARDB, Shri R.S. Negi, Deputy Commissioner, Shri J.P. Singh, SP, Shri R.K. Sharma, Chief Engineer, IPH, prominent people of the areas and senior officers of various departments were present on the occasion.

Planning Commission asks Himachal to do more for rural development, irrigation and flood control

Shimla: Against a 2006-07 plan outlay of Rs 1860 crore, even though the state overshot the targeted expenditure ending up spending Rs 2017 crores, but Syeda Hameed, planning commission member asked administrative secretaries that more needed to be done in rural development, irrigation and flood control sectors.

Presiding over a review committee meeting of the progress in the current annual plan at Chandigarh, today Hameed said that the development pace needed to be accelerated, especially in rural development, irrigation and flood control. She stressed the need to take more steps for empowering women and improving their socio-economic conditions.

Chief secretary, Ravi Dhingra urged the planning commission to extend support for the hydro power schemes as they were important for the long term financial health of the state. He also asked for a separate central assistance package for meeting the infrastructure needs of transport and tourism sectors as this could not be met by normal plan ceilings.

Dhingra sought funding for a gravity water supply scheme for Shimla and for the accelerated rural water supply and irrigation schemes. He disclosed that that the state had achieved more than 100% targets under 20 point Programme and obtained number one rank in the country under poverty reduction. The chief secretary said that the state desired that the National Rural Employment Guarantee Assurance Scheme, under implementation in four districts need to be extended to the remaining eight other districts of the state.

SJVN half year profits touch Rs 759.31 Cr

Shimla: Public sector power generating company SJVN reported a 29% increase in its profits for the July-September quarter over its last year corresponding quarter.

Whereas last year in the July-September quarter the company had earned a profit of Rs 319.59 Cr, this year quarter with the 1500 MW Jhakri plant working at over 100% capacity the company has reported a profit of Rs 411.10 crore.

The half yearly profits also registered an increase of 24.5% at Rs 759.31 crore against Rs 610.35 crore during the corresponding period of last year.

The financial results of the company were finalized at a board meeting Delhi today.

SJVN’s Earnings Per Share (EPS) have increased to Rs 1.84 against Rs 1.48 for the corresponding period over last year.

Generation for a six month period at Jhakri plant, which happens to be the country’s largest hydropower plant touched 5876.08 million units (MU of energy against 5030.75 MU during the corresponding period of last year.

In 2010-11 SJVN had reported a profit of Rs 912.13 crore. Himachal Pradesh government has a 25 % share holding in the central public sector undertaking, with public holding being 10 percent.

Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s Shimla visit postponed

Shimla: Prime Minister Manmohan Singh who was scheduled to visit Shimla and hold a public rally at the Ridge for September 30, stands postponed.

“The visit has not been cancelled, it has only been postponed,” an official spokesman said. However sources revealed that the prime minister, who recently underwent a surgical procedure, cancelled the planned tour on health grounds as he has been advised rest by the treating doctors.

Chief minister Virbhadra Singh on a recent visit to the national capital had been able to get the prime ministers approval for visiting the state capital before the government faces elections, four months down the line. Though the prime minister was only to officially launch a national insurance scheme for the common man but the ruling congress party was expecting more from the visit.

The Ridge Maidan had been dug up and preparations of securing the site for holding a public rally was going on at a hectic pace. Work on a construction site on the Ridge, which had been dug up over six months ago to reconstruct the historic Gaiety Theatre, had been speeded up so that main access to the ridge ground could be thrown open for holding the public rally

Universities seek financial autonomy

Shimla: The vice chancellors of universities in north India Saturday called for financial autonomy for varsities.

A two-day meeting of the Association of Indian Universities (north zone) that concluded here passed a “Shimla Declaration” that also advocated the need for financial support by the respective state governments.

Association president P.T. Pandey told reporters that nearly 80 percent of students were getting education in the state universities and they were facing financial crunch.

“Lack of finances has led to deterioration in the service conditions of teachers in the universities. This anomaly needs to be rectified at the earliest. The other issues that need to be addressed are retirement age of the teachers and the tenure of the vice chancellor,” he said.

Pandey said a corpus should be created with the help of the central government and corporate houses to support the older universities that have dilapidated infrastructure.

Association general secretary A.D.N. Bajpai also advocated the need for inter-university collaborations to avoid brain-drain.

“To achieve this, it is necessary that the universities should work together and share resources,” said Bajpai, who is also the vice chancellor of Shimla-based Himachal Pradesh University.

A total of 35 vice chancellors from Punjab, Haryana, Uttar Pradesh, Uttarakhand, Jammu and Kashmir and Himachal participated in the meeting.

Maruti Suzuki headed to Gujarat for setting up new plant

Mumbai: Facing labour problems at its Manesar plant in Haryana, automobile giant Maruti Suzuki today said it will buy land in Gujarat for setting up new manufacturing facilities.

“The board granted approval to purchase land in district of Mehsana, Gujarat, for future expansion of manufacturing facilities,” the company said in a regulatory filling to the Bombay Stock Exchange.

The decision comes in the wake of huge decline in the automobile giant’s second quarter net profit followed by labour unrest and the subsequent strikes at its Manesar facility in Haryana earlier this month.

The company reported a decline of 59.81 percent in its net profit for quarter ended Sep 30 due to labour unrest, sluggish market conditions, and high fuel and interest costs.

The company posted a net profit of Rs.240.44 crore for the quarter ended Sep 30 as compared to Rs.598.24 crore during the like period of the previous financial year, said the regulatory filing.

The company managed to sell a total of 252,307 units, a decline of 19.6 percent over 313,654 units during the same period last year.

The company currently has two facilities — at Gurgaon and Manesar, both in Haryana — with a collective capacity to manufacture 1.2 million vehicles annually.

The company is among many automobile firms headed to Gujarat, including Ford, PSA Peugeot Citroen and supply chain vendors.

The state already hosts the Tata Nano plant in Sanand area of Ahmedabad district.

Scholars debate Indian knowledge systems in scientific context

Shimla: Drawing a comparison between Einstein’s theory of relativity and the Indian knowledge systems, scholars at the start of a two day conference of North Zone vice-chancellors of universities held that India sages for centuries have maintained that reality cannot be know in practice.

Speaking on ‘science of religion’ Piyush Srivastava, a scientist from Rewa in Madhya Pradesh pointed out religion has more often been equated with commonality.

Even Bhagwat Gita refers to the existence of different layers of religions, he said.

Touching upon deeper meaning of illusion, truth and time, he said that ultimate consciousness takes into account the unity of all existence be it animals, plants, humans and even the non living things like planets, stars and the universe as a whole.

Speaking about ‘discovering knowledge through manuscript’, Dipti Tripathi, Director General of National Manuscript Commission of India, New Delhi pointed out that of the over 30 lakh enlisted manuscripts only 20 % had been accessed.

There is a treasure of knowledge in these manuscripts which deal with diverse facets of knowledge; even the science of water management was highly developed, she said.

Tripathi added that to retrieve and learn from these priceless pieces of our heritage would enhance human knowledge immensely.

Earlier Governor Urmila Singh, who inaugurated the Vice-chancellors conference, stressed that to have a stimulating academic environment, universities needed to focus on research for enhancing human knowledge.

She said, “Education should ensure holistic development of students,��? while referring to the constructive role the youth were playing in nation building.

Borlaug institute to usher second Green Revolution in Punjab – Prakash Badal

Chandigarh: Punjab Chief Minister Parkash Singh Badal today said that the central government’s announcement to setting up the Borlaug Institute for South Asia (BISA) at Ludhiana would give a much needed second push to the Green Revolution in the agriculture sector.

Thanking Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and Agriculture minister Sharad Pawar for establishing the BISA, Badal said that traditional agriculture had already reached a point of saturation in the agrarian state of Punjab.

Badal, in a statement here, said: “The setting up of this prestigious institute would be a real tribute to the Noble laureate and father of the Green Revolution, Dr. Norman E. Borlaug, who was intimately associated with Punjab especially the Punjab Agricultural University (PAU). People of our state still remember him with respect and affection.”

BISA will be set up in Ludhiana, where the PAU is located, at a cost of over Rs.500 crore.

Punjab, which alone contributes over 50 percent of the total foodgrain to the national kitty, had led the country in bringing about the Green Revolution for greater food grain production in the 1950s and 1960s.

The central government has announced the setting up of BISA in Punjab with satellite centers in Bihar and Madhya Pradesh.

“This would contribute significantly in improving the agriculture in the country in general and food security in particular,” Badal said here.

Badal hoped that the institute would help in diversification of agriculture by encouraging the value added crops like maize and oilseeds and help farmers to come out of the rut of wheat-paddy cycle.

Punjab cabinet nod for new university, right to service bill

Chandigarh: Punjab cabinet today approved creation of a new development block in Sangrur district, gave it nod for setting up a university in Talwandi Sabo and stamped the Right To Service Bill that is to be introduced in the state assembly.

Presided over by chief minister Prakash Singh Badal, the cabinets approved the bill which aims to make it mandatory for time bound delivery of public services.

A cabinet spokesman said that the proposed legislation intends to make delivery of 67 citizen centric services time bound under Right To Service Act.

The bill that will needs the houses nod has a provision for punishing civil servants who fail to comply with delivery of the public service within a stipulated timeframe.

The cabinet approved carving out of a new development block Dirba in Sangrur district.

The new block with a population of 99,177; having an area of 111,821 acres will encompass 44 villages, said the cabinet spokesman. Total number of blocks in the state has gone upto 143.

The cabinet also approved setting up of Guru Kashi University at Talwandi Sabo.

Monkey culling drive suffers for want of money

SOLAN: The HP Kisan Sabha monkey culling drive has suffered badly for want of money. The Sabha that has launched the drive in April this year has failed to yield desired result despite local villagers’ full support to drive. Not only the money but lethargic attitude of Forest Department to support the drive has also come as major de-motivated factors.

Taking to MyHimachal here today, Mr. Pyare Lal Sharma ,General Secretary of HP Kisan Sabha , Solan district has said that as against the total amount of over Rs. 2 lakh required for successful implementation of drive we could hardly manage to collect Rs. 20,000 from villagers.

He said , with this among the drive was initially launched in five Bharti, Delgi, Deothi, Chamat Barech and Shadiana panchayats. As against the expected population of 11000 simians, we could manage to kill around 200 monkeys, he pointed out. The expected target was to kill 1000 monkeys. But rain and bad weather has come as another factor causing set back to drive, he rued.

There was grave shortage of ammunition also, said Mr. Sharma. Though there were 72 licensed guns in five panchayats. Out of this around 45 licensees were helping in drive besides hiring of 6 professional shooters.

The Sabha plan to launch drive in Garhkhal, Aanji Maatla, Rori, Kanda and Gulhadi panchayats have also failed to take off for want of approval from Forest Department. The Forest Range Office, Dharampur has taken long time to give its approval to drive despite repeated pleas.

We were also preparing estimates about losses to crop by monkeys, asserted Mr. Sharma. The monkeys menace has not only caused major losses to farmers but also forced them to abandon the farming on large scale, he maintained. The hundred of acres of land in area were lying barren due to monkey fear, he added.

Himachal clears industrial proposals , to bring in Rs 707 crore investment

Shimla : Nine new industrial proposals will be set up in Himachal Pradesh and 21 existing units will be expanded . All of them propose to bring in an investment of over Rs 707 crore .

This decision was taken late Saturday by the state level single window clearance and monitoring authority which met here under the chairmanship of chief minister P.K. Dhumal.

Today’s policy decisions are significant , but no other details were provided by the government spokesman .

Himachal considering raising minimum labour wages

High Court fumes over slack implementation of labour laws

Shimla: Hauling up the state government for not linking minimum wages to price index, the High Court was today informed by officials that a proposal to increase minimum wages from Rs 110 to Rs 120 was under consideration.

Hearing two public interest litigations, a division bench consisting of Chief Justice Kurian Joseph and Justice Rajiv Sharma also took the government to task over slack implementation of labour laws and asked for ensuring implementation of 25 Central Acts and 2 State Acts.

The judges also asked the state to file an affidavit that going by the price index, when compared to the minimum wages fixed in and around northern states whether the proposed Rs. 120 was a fair or reasonable wage.

Taking into account that HP Building & Other Construction Workers Welfare Board had collected Rs 88.25 Cr cess for welfare measures of workers in one year, registered 499 new establishments and 2013 beneficiaries but having extended benefits to just 3 people with the total amount involved at Rs 2200/- only, the court asked the board secretary to file an affidavit under oath about how many meeting had been held, what the expenditure involved were related to salary, remuneration and travel expenses of the chairman and board members.

The court observed that state was not playing a proactive role in implementation of welfare schemes as was evident that of the lakhs of workers in the state only 2013 were registered as beneficiaries.

The court noted that labour officers had collected huge amounts but had failed to register labourers under the welfare schemes.

The court was informed that there were 12 labour officers and 26 labour inspectors in thes state. The board had one vehicle for the labour commissioner, one for the board chairman of welfare board and 2 vehicles stationed at the headquarters.

In all there were 4108 factories and 66,827 shops and commercial establishments registered in the state, the court was informed.

Punjab floats venture fund for IT sector

Chandigarh: To attract Information Technology (IT) entrepreneurs to Punjab the government floated a venture capital fund with a corpus of Rs 20 crore today.

“The Punjab Infotech Venture Fund has been set up to help small and medium IT units,” said Tikshan Sud, minister for industries.

To manage the fund, Punjab Infotech had signed an agreement with Subhkam Ventures, a Mumbai based company, he added.

The venture fund has been put together by state PSUs Punjab Infotech. Punjab State Industrial Development Corp Ltd and Punjab Financial Corp in association with Small Industries Bank of India.

Sud claimed that IT and IT related software exports from Punjab had crossed a Rs 1000 crore turnover.

After the success of Mohali as an IT hub, the government has plans to develop IT parks in Kapurthala and Railmajra in SBS Nagar, he said.

Himachal Pradesh University scientist bags computer memory devices research project

Shimla: A physicist with the faculty of Himachal Pradesh University has been picked for a prestigious project to carry out research on next generation memory devices in computer applications.

Dr NS Negi, from the department of physics would be doing his research on ferroelectric-ferrite multilayer thin films for next generation memory devices,” said a university spokesman.

Dr NS Negi

The central governments department of science and technology has sanctioned Rs 40 lakhs for the research project, he said.

Multi-ferroics are a very promising materials for other multifunctional devices and biological applications. Studies on these materials are being done in universities and institutes globally,” said Negi.

Nano-electromechanical Systems (NEMS) and Nano-structured materials will be technological drivers of the future, especially for infrared detectors and piezoelectric sensor applications” he added.

Negi had placed his research project for funding before the department in April, it was technically accepted in July.

Red Ribbon Club Kangra starts blood donor directory

Dharamsala: Red Ribbon Club of Kangra has set out to have a ready blood donor directory that could be readily accessed by the needy for meeting out emergency requirements of patients and accidents victims.

The directory was launched at the Navrang youth festival at Dronacharya College, Rait by the HIV awareness club.

At the stall set up during the festival, more than 1200 young girls and boys from 25 colleges from the district visited the counter that had displayed out a red zero theme of AIDS Campaign, spreading the message of targeting Zero new HIV infections among youth through better awareness.

The Kangra ICTC led by Harbhajan Singh also conducted voluntary blood testing of the youth, in which 50 got their blood screening done.

At a quiz conducted about health awareness, especially which related to HIV, STI and blood donations, there were many participants.

In the inter-college painting contest held during the youth festival, Sumit won the second prize with AIDS as the theme of the water colour painting.

The frame showed AIDS as a giant snake threatening to engulf the entire earth, leaving behind a message for the viewer that despite all the progress made, there was no time for complacency.

Youth of Red Ribbon Club Gian Jyoti B Ed College Rajol presented a mime on HIV risk among youth, and gave the message that ignorance is a big challenge, so we should all talk openly.

Navrang Nitesh Rana, president of the club said that it helped to create an environment of openness among youth, which could help to discuss topics which otherwise they were shy of talking.

Charu Kaushal, nodal officer of the club advocated that mutual respect was important for having a discrimination free environment for HIV and AIDS infected to develop responsible and healthy relationships for them and society at large.

Infosys, Oracle recruit 8 students at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Having secured its position about fetching good placements for its students of computer science at Himachal Pradesh University, top information technology companies this year also have already picked eight students by way of campus placement from the department.

Department chairman, Arvind Kalia said that seven final year student with Master of Computer Sciences (MCA) program, through a campus recruitment program have been picked up by Infosys, a reputed Bangalore based IT company.

One student, Ridhima Chandel has been selected by Oracle, another reputed IT company, he said.

Those offered job placement by Infosys are Aashish Vashisht, Amit Chauhan, Iteeka Sephia, Manisha Thakur, Mukesh Gautam, Neha Jhangta and Vanita Sharma, said Kalia.

Placement coordinator Jawahar Thakur said the students had been offered a starting package of Rs 3.25 Lakhs per annum.

More companies are scheduled to visit the campus and the department is hopeful to get a 100% placement for its MCA students, he added.

NIT Hamirpur gets new Institute Director

Hamirpur: Having remained with an institute head for almost a year, National Institute of Technology, Hamirpur got a new director, with Dr Rajnish Shrivastav joining duty on Tuesday (18.10.2011).

Dr Shirvastav takes charge from Dr RL Sharma, a senior professor, who was holding charge in absence of a regular director at the reputed institute.

Prior to joining his new assignment, Dr Shrivastav had remained director of NIT Jamshedpur for three years.

He said been appointed as Director NIT Hamirpur by Human Resource Development ministry for a five year term.

The post had fallen vacant in November, 2010 when the last director retired. Since then the institute had been suffering because of the prevailing uncertainty.

Lawrence School, Sanawar

I am hoping this will be the first in a series of articles on the good schools of Himachal Pradesh.

Himachal CM during the 159th Founder Day-2006 of the Lawrence school, Snawar.


The Lawrence School, Sanawar was started by Sir Henry Lawrence on 17th April, 1847 with 14 boys and girls. The school was originally meant to be a military asylum. The management passed through many hands before and after independence, including the Ministry of Defence and Ministry of Education. On January 1, 1953, it passed under the control of an autonomous society with the Secretary, Ministry of Education as the ex-officio Chairman. Today the school is among the most renowned co-eduational boarding public schools of India with 650 students and 70 faculty members.

with pine, deodar and other conifer trees. To get to the School, one must take a detour from Dharampur on the NH22.

Walking around the campus, one can see a mixture of colonial buildings, many of which are over a century old, nestling side by side with modern facilities.

Amongst the oldest buildings is the 140 years old School Chapel with its exquisite stained glass windows. Whilst the school has no specific religious affiliation, the Chapel is the spiritual centre of the community, and regular assemblies are held in which all students and staff take part. The daily routine includes a silent march past the War Memorials beside the Chapel, connecting the pupils of today with those of the past who have played their part in the nations call.

Amongst the new buildings is the Central Dining Hall, a state-of-the-art solar heated indoor swimming pool, an Indoor Sports Complex and modern squash courts.

Gaskell Hall, which used to be the boys school, is now the school Gymnasium. Inter-house Boxing and Gym competition are some of the main events held in Gaskell Hall. On one of the walls of the gymnasium is a quotation from Rudyard Kipling’s “Kim”, and it reads “Send him to Sanawar and make a man of him.”

There are many other buildings and facilities of interest, supporting both academic and non-academic activities. Particularly worthy of mention is the main teaching block, the ‘Birdwood’, which also contains the Barne Hall, where plays, shows, films and lectures are regularly held. Around the campus are numerous playing fields, the newest being a superb basketball court. The main cricket and football ground, Barne Field, to which the descent and ascent alone will exhaust, leaves the fittest of players and spectators breathless!

The School is constantly upgrading its facilities, most recently, Parker Hall, now the schools’ Learning Resource Centre, provides easy access to archival memorabilia, up to date library resources, and computer and internet facilities. In this building alone, over thirty new computers have been installed along with the first ISDN line in Himachal!

The School is financially self sufficient and has its own printing press. A resident doctor heads the staff of the Schools 60 bed infirmary, having its own ambulance.


Starting from a modest 14 children in 1847, the school now has 650 students coming from different backgrounds irrespective of social status, religion or nationality. There are 70 faculty members, thus making the ratio of 1 teacher for 9 students among the best in India.

Owing to its military patronage, the school reserves a few seats for children of Armed Forces Personnel. Preference is also given to the children of Old Sanawarians.

Life on Campus

Students have a very busy schedule through the day and are involved in a lot of extra curricular activities apart from studies. The day begins at 6 a.m. with chhota haazri and PT – either a cross-country run or mass exercises followed by a quick change, House inspection and two classes before breakfast at 9 O’clock.

After breakfast the School congregates in Chapel on Monday and Thursday and then the classes begin. The morning break at 11.30 provides a drink and a snack, otherwise it’s working through to lunch at 1.10 p.m at the Central Dining Hall.

From morning break onwards, the timetable includes games and hobbies alongside academic classes. This allows a varied day and makes best use of the time and other resources available.

At 6.00 p.m. all becomes serious once again, as all students ‘fall in’ for evening prep in the Birdwood School, an hour and 20 minutes of concentrated, self disciplined study. At 7.40 p.m., the bell sounds ‘time for dinner’. After dinner, and some free time, there is a further study hour in the dorms before the ‘final bugle calls’ all to rest.

On Sundays, students are free to plan their own time having enjoyed the luxury of an extra hour in bed and a relaxed breakfast. Students may practice for sports, visit Kasauli or just relax.

Extracurricular activities

Hobbies: Children at Sanawar select a number of ‘hobby’ activities, which they pursue at different times of the year.

These activities include:

  • Weaving
  • Art
  • Sculpture
  • Ceramics
  • Carpentry
  • Computers
  • Needle Work
  • Photography
  • Paper Recycling
  • Indian Classical Music & Dance
  • Bugle and Brass Bands

At certain times of the year, children are involved in a wide variety of social activities ranging from fire fighting and tree planting to working in the School’s Rural Centre. Other major projects are Adult & Child Education, a Crafts Centre, and annual international village development camps (organized for the Round Square International Service). Membership of the Round Square International Service gives X1th Class children an opportunity to take part in a student exchange programme with other member schools throughout the world. During a visit of 2 months duration, they study at the host school, staying either with families or in the school’s dormitory facilities, playing a full part in the life of the school and community which they are visiting.

Dramatics, Debating, Elocution and Quiz contests are a regular feature. Each House produces a House Show each year, giving children of all ages a chance to perform live on the stage, or learn the arts of stage management and production.

Membership of SPIC MACAY ensures that artistes of repute visit the School on a regular basis for a lecture demonstration on classical Dance and Music. The North Zone Cultural Centre organizes folk and classical performances to give an exposure to the students.

Visiting the School Museum is an educational experience in itself. It includes Sanawar’s Colours, photographic and printed records, awards, mementos, teaching instruments, musical instruments and one of the worlds’ oldest operational printing presses.

Sports: Physical activity is an essential ingredient of life in Sanawar. The daily routine itself requires movement between dormitories, classes, dining hall, hobby and game locations spread over the 139 acre site at differing levels: in Sanawar, all paths either go up or down!

All children take a half an hour physical exercise every morning (except Sundays). During the early Spring term, this takes the form of The Hodson Run, 3-5 kms around the school site, culminating in the fiercely fought Hodsons’ Finals in April. During the rest of the year the children practice their mass PT movements, preparing for perfection in the Parade at the annual Founders Celebration in October.

NCC is compulsory in the senior classes and the School maintains a high standard in military training.

In addition to these compulsory activities, each child also has the option to pursue a wide range of sporting activities, both as team games and as individual pursuits, within the school timetable.

The school boasts of facilities for diverse sports such as Cricket, Hockey, Soccer, Basketball, Squash, Tennis, Badminton, Table Tennis, Athletics, Swimming, Gymnastics, Rifle shooting, Boxing and Kayaking.

Interactions with other schools through sporting and cultural activities are a regular feature of the weekend programme, and where the level of achievement is appropriate, international sports tours can be arranged!

Camping and trekking are an integral part of the life of the School. Easy access to the remote Himalayan regions is a real asset for its trekkers, and additional activities such as white water rafting, mountain cycling and rock climbing are also in this programme.

Notable alumni

The school’s alumni has a very strong network and the list of famous alumni reads like Who’s Who of India. Some notable alumni of the school include Former Chief of Naval Staff Admiral Vishnu Bhagwat, Param Vir Chakra Awardee Lt. Arun Khetarpal, politicians Omar Abdullah, Sukhbir Badal & Maneka Gandhi, actors Sanjay Dutt, Rahul Roy, Puja Bedi and business professionals Rana Talwar, Pankaj Munjal, Jeh Wadia, sportsmen Shiva Keshwan, Ajeet Bajaj and many more.

Academic council approves new courses at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Presided over by vice chancellor ADN Bajpai, the academic council of Himachal Pradesh university approved starting of dozens of new courses which included a masters program in biotechnology, information technology, remote sensing and others.

Other courses approved, university spokesman Ranvir Verma disclosed at the 63rd academic council meeting held today included MSc in Environmental Sciences, Statistics, Polymer Science and MA in Disaster Management, Hindi Journalism, Population & Development Studies and Tribal Studies).

It was also decided to start MBA in Infrastructure Development, Banking & Life Insurance, Retail Management, Bio-technology, Environment Management and Rural Development.

The council decided to introduce Post-graduate Courses in Financial Studies, Accounts and Taxations, Costing, Banking and Insurance and Retail management with short term special courses in Veda, Vyakarana ,Darshana and Himalyan Culture and Spirituality.

It also recommended to start Post-graduate Diploma Courses in Cultural Tourism, Adventure Sports, Pahari Miniature Painting, Bio-informatics, Buddhists Studies, Cyber Law and IPR & Patent Law.

Bachelor Degree Courses in Pharmacy, Fine Arts & Library Sciences, BTech in Bio-Technology, Computer Science and Electronics and Communications will be introduced with Diploma Courses in Cyber Crime Prosecution and Defense, Multi Skill Hotel Operation, Himalayan Culture and Spirituality and in Urdu.

The Council decided to introduce Certificate Courses in Urdu, Chinese ,Japanies, Human Rights, Tourist Guide, Computer, Personality and Skill Development, Religious Tourism and Freedom Struggle Tourism.

It was decided to set-up eleven centers for Research and Extension in the phased manner to be started from the next academic session.

The centres proposed are Nano Science and Technology, Food Processing, Multi Media, Immunology and Infectious disease, Indian Religion Philosophy Thoughts and Culture, Environmental Studies, Pahari Language and Culture, Remote Sensing and GIS, Spiritualism, Jyotis and Yogic Studies, Social Exclusions and Inclusive Growth and Disabilities Studies.

The council recommended to establish ten new departments in phased manner, which included Anthropology, Archeology, Bio-Chemistry, Geology, Library and Information Science, Defense Studies, Fine Arts, Philosophy, Traditional Knowledge System and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Seven new chairs of SS Bhatnagar for Science Education and Research, Shobha Singh, Visual Arts, J.C. Bose Life Sciences, Baba Bhalku Ram for Tourism, Transport & Hospitality, Sri Aurbindo for Indian Philosophy and Thoughts, Planning Commission and Reserve Bank of India Chair were proposed to be established.

The council recommended establishing a publication division in the university which prints text books, dissertation and original works of research scholars.

The council also announced that post-graduate examinations would be conducted from 26th November and the 19th university convocation would be held on 12th December, said the university spokesman.

History of Himachal Pradesh

The article is from wikipedia.

Himachal Pradesh was established in 1948 as a Chief Commissioner’s Province within the Union of India. The Himachal History The province comprised the hill districts around Shimla and southern hill areas of the former Punjab region. Himachal became a part C state on 26 January 1950 with the implementation of theConstitution of India. Himachal Pradesh became a Union Territory on 1 November 1956. On 18 December 1970 the State of Himachal Pradesh Act was passed by Parliament and the new state came into being on 25 January 1971. Thus Himachal emerged as the eighteenth state of the Indian Union.

In earlier times, the area was variously divided among smaller kingdoms, such as those of Chamba, Bilaspur, Bhagal and Dhami. After the Gurkha War of 1815–1816, it became part of the British India.



Some evidences have been found that nearly 2 million years ago man lived in the foothills of Himachal Pradesh. Bangana valley of Kangra, Sirsa valley of Nalagarh and Markanda valley of Sirmour are found to be the places where prehistoric man used to live. The foothills of the state were inhabited by people from Indus valley civilization which flourished between the time period of 2250 and 1750 BC.

Medieval history[edit]

In about 883 AD Shankar Verma, the ruler of Kashmir exercised his influence over Himachal Pradesh. The region also witnessed the invasion of Mahmud Ghazni in 1009 AD, who during that period looted the wealth from the temples in the North India. In 1043 AD the Rajputs ruled over the territory.

Sansar Chand (c. 1765–1823)

In 1773 AD the Rajputs under Katoch Maharaja Sansar Chand-II possessed the region, until the attack by Maharaja Ranjit Singh in 1804 which crushed the Rajput power.

The small kingdom enjoyed a large degree of independence till the eve of the Musliminvasions in northern India. The states of the foothills were devastated by Muslim invaders a number of times. Mahmud Ghaznavi conquered Kangra at the beginning of the 10th century.Timur and Sikander Lodi also marched through the lower hills of the state and captured a number of forts and fought many battles.
The Gorkhas, a martial tribe came to power in Nepal in 1768. They consolidated their militarypower and began to expand their territory.

The Gurkhas marched in from Nepal and captured the area.[1] Gradually the Gorkhas annexedSirmour and Shimla. Under the leadership of Bada Kaji (equivalent to General) Amar Singh Thapa, Gorkhas laid siege to Kangra. They managed to defeat Sansar Chand, the ruler ofkangra, in 1806. However Gorkhas could not capture Kangra fort which came under Maharaja Ranjit Singh in 1809.

However,Raja Ram Singh, Raja of Siba State re-capture the Siba fort after defeating the army of Maharaja Ranjit Singh. After the defeat, the Gorkhas also began to expand towards the south of the state.

British period[edit]

This led to the Anglo-Gorkha war. They came into direct conflict with the British along the tarai belt after which the Britishexpelled them from the provinces of the Satluj. Thus British gradually emerged as the paramount powers. In early 19th century the British annexed the areas of Shimla after the Gurkha War of 1815–16. Himachal became a centrally administered territory in 1948 with the integration of 31 hill provinces and received additional regions in 1966.[1]

The revolt of 1857 or the first Indian war of independence resulted due to the building up of political, social, economic, religious and military grievances against the British government. People of the hill states were not politically alive as the people in other parts of the country.[2] They remained more or less inactive and so did their rulers with the exception of Bushahr.

Some of them even rendered help to the British government during the revolt. Among them were the rulers of Chamba,Bilaspur, Bhagal and Dhami. The rulers of Bushars rather acted in a manner hostile to the interests of British.

The British territories in the hill came under British Crown after Queen Victoria’s proclamation of 1858. The states of Chamba,Mandi and Bilaspur made good progress in many fields during the British rule. During World War I, virtually all rulers of the hill states remained loyal and contributed to the British war effort both in the form of men and materials. Amongst these were the states of Kangra, Nurpur, Chamba, Suket, Mandi and Bilaspur.

US varsities to scout for students at Mumbai fair

Mumbai: As many as 32 leading varsities will take part in the US Universities Fair here Sunday (13th November) in a bid to attract more Indian students, an official said.

The fair is being organised by the United States-India Education Foundation (USIEF) in collaboration with the Institute of International Education, a non-profit organisation.

Representatives from 32 US universities will offer detailed information about their institutions and academic programmes at undergraduate and graduate levels at the fair being held in JW Marriott Hotel, Juhu, north-west Mumbai.

“The USIEF is committed to helping Indian students find accredited US universities that are best fit for their academic and professional needs. We welcome Indian students to obtain genuine and relevant advice from us through these fairs, which have gained tremendous popularity over the years,” said USIEF executive director Adam J. Grotsky.

Students will be able to have one-on-one sessions with admissions officers, who will provide authoritative information about their college and university programmes.

400 Punjab educational institutes face closure?

Chandigarh : Education became a booming business across Punjab over a decade with the agrarian state’s green fields giving way to sprawling campuses of scores of educational institutions, but things have taken a turn for the worst.

If the Punjab Unaided Technical Institutions Association (PUTIA) is to be believed, nearly 400 such institutions with an investment of over Rs.6,000 crore “are on the verge of closure”. The association attributes this situation to the apathy of the state government and other agencies.

“The educational institutions of Punjab are facing a lot of problems because of non-supportive attitude of regulatory bodies like the Punjab government, the All India Council For Technical Education and the Punjab Technical University,” PUTIA president J.S. Dhaliwal said here.

He said around 400 unaided technical institutions of Punjab, including engineering, polytechnic, management, architecture and other professional and vocational colleges, were on the verge of closure.

The affected institutes have called for a conference Nov 18 at Mohali, adjoining Chandigarh, to devise strategies to avoid closure.

The main grouse of the educational institutions is that the Punjab government and other agencies are forcing them to pay commercial rates for everything – from change of land use charges, external development charges, electricity and transport charges and stamp duty.

“We are providing education to several thousand youths in Punjab right at their doorstep. Instead of supporting us in this, the Punjab government is charging all commercial rates. Educational institutes should be exempted from all taxes,” Dhaliwal said.

Officials say the government is considering the demands.

“Private technical institutions have raised the matter with the government. They have some issues on taxes and commercial charges being levied on them. The government is considering their demands and will take a decision,” a senior Punjab technical education department official said on condition of anonymity.

PUTIA is represented by several leading private education groups in Punjab in management, engineering and other professional courses. These include the Rayat Bahra Education group, Indo Global Colleges, Chandigarh group of colleges, Doaba group, Aryans group, Sukhmani group and others.

Together, over 250,000 students study in these private institutions.

“While institutes in Punjab are facing uncertainty and are on the verge of closure, institutions in other neighbouring states are benefiting as governments in those states are helping them set up educational infrastructure,” Anshu Kataria, chairman of the Aryans group of colleges, said .

“Bangalore, Pune and Hyderabad offer job scope in the IT sector. So students want to go there. There is no major industrial and IT investment in Punjab. So students are reluctant to come here to study. Punjab is losing its share to other states,” Kataria said.

Private educationists are questioning the stepmotherly treatment towards Punjab’s own institutions.

“While the Punjab government is hell bent on taxing us and applying all commercial charges, it went out of the way with its land largesse to a business school to set up its 70-acre campus in Mohali (near Chandigarh) on a token annual lease of Re.1,” a leading educationist said requesting anonymity.

Dhaliwal and Kataria also pointed out that while private institutions were being taxed heavily, the state government had regulated the fee in these institutions, making these projects unviable.

“In the last 10-15 years, the price of everything has risen except our fee. The government should consider fee revision as the cost of education has gone up drastically,” Dhaliwal said.

“Nearly 95 percent of the technical institutes in Punjab are in the private sector. Despite that, we have no say and are not even consulted while formulating education and technical education policy,” he said.

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Shimla: Presided over by vice chancellor ADN Bajpai, the academic council of Himachal Pradesh university approved starting of dozens of new courses which included a masters program in biotechnology, information technology, remote sensing and others.

Other courses approved, university spokesman Ranvir Verma disclosed at the 63rd academic council meeting held today included MSc in Environmental Sciences, Statistics, Polymer Science and MA in Disaster Management, Hindi Journalism, Population & Development Studies and Tribal Studies).

It was also decided to start MBA in Infrastructure Development, Banking & Life Insurance, Retail Management, Bio-technology, Environment Management and Rural Development.

The council decided to introduce Post-graduate Courses in Financial Studies, Accounts and Taxations, Costing, Banking and Insurance and Retail management with short term special courses in Veda, Vyakarana ,Darshana and Himalyan Culture and Spirituality.

It also recommended to start Post-graduate Diploma Courses in Cultural Tourism, Adventure Sports, Pahari Miniature Painting, Bio-informatics, Buddhists Studies, Cyber Law and IPR & Patent Law.

Bachelor Degree Courses in Pharmacy, Fine Arts & Library Sciences, BTech in Bio-Technology, Computer Science and Electronics and Communications will be introduced with Diploma Courses in Cyber Crime Prosecution and Defense, Multi Skill Hotel Operation, Himalayan Culture and Spirituality and in Urdu.

The Council decided to introduce Certificate Courses in Urdu, Chinese ,Japanies, Human Rights, Tourist Guide, Computer, Personality and Skill Development, Religious Tourism and Freedom Struggle Tourism.

It was decided to set-up eleven centers for Research and Extension in the phased manner to be started from the next academic session.

The centres proposed are Nano Science and Technology, Food Processing, Multi Media, Immunology and Infectious disease, Indian Religion Philosophy Thoughts and Culture, Environmental Studies, Pahari Language and Culture, Remote Sensing and GIS, Spiritualism, Jyotis and Yogic Studies, Social Exclusions and Inclusive Growth and Disabilities Studies.

The council recommended to establish ten new departments in phased manner, which included Anthropology, Archeology, Bio-Chemistry, Geology, Library and Information Science, Defense Studies, Fine Arts, Philosophy, Traditional Knowledge System and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Seven new chairs of SS Bhatnagar for Science Education and Research, Shobha Singh, Visual Arts, J.C. Bose Life Sciences, Baba Bhalku Ram for Tourism, Transport & Hospitality, Sri Aurbindo for Indian Philosophy and Thoughts, Planning Commission and Reserve Bank of India Chair were proposed to be established.

The council recommended establishing a publication division in the university which prints text books, dissertation and original works of research scholars.

The council also announced that post-graduate examinations would be conducted from 26th November and the 19th university convocation would be held on 12th December, said the university spokesman.

Academic council approves new courses at Himachal Pradesh University

Shimla: Presided over by vice chancellor ADN Bajpai, the academic council of Himachal Pradesh university approved starting of dozens of new courses which included a masters program in biotechnology, information technology, remote sensing and others.

Other courses approved, university spokesman Ranvir Verma disclosed at the 63rd academic council meeting held today included MSc in Environmental Sciences, Statistics, Polymer Science and MA in Disaster Management, Hindi Journalism, Population & Development Studies and Tribal Studies).

It was also decided to start MBA in Infrastructure Development, Banking & Life Insurance, Retail Management, Bio-technology, Environment Management and Rural Development.

The council decided to introduce Post-graduate Courses in Financial Studies, Accounts and Taxations, Costing, Banking and Insurance and Retail management with short term special courses in Veda, Vyakarana ,Darshana and Himalyan Culture and Spirituality.

It also recommended to start Post-graduate Diploma Courses in Cultural Tourism, Adventure Sports, Pahari Miniature Painting, Bio-informatics, Buddhists Studies, Cyber Law and IPR & Patent Law.

Bachelor Degree Courses in Pharmacy, Fine Arts & Library Sciences, BTech in Bio-Technology, Computer Science and Electronics and Communications will be introduced with Diploma Courses in Cyber Crime Prosecution and Defense, Multi Skill Hotel Operation, Himalayan Culture and Spirituality and in Urdu.

The Council decided to introduce Certificate Courses in Urdu, Chinese ,Japanies, Human Rights, Tourist Guide, Computer, Personality and Skill Development, Religious Tourism and Freedom Struggle Tourism.

It was decided to set-up eleven centers for Research and Extension in the phased manner to be started from the next academic session.

The centres proposed are Nano Science and Technology, Food Processing, Multi Media, Immunology and Infectious disease, Indian Religion Philosophy Thoughts and Culture, Environmental Studies, Pahari Language and Culture, Remote Sensing and GIS, Spiritualism, Jyotis and Yogic Studies, Social Exclusions and Inclusive Growth and Disabilities Studies.

The council recommended to establish ten new departments in phased manner, which included Anthropology, Archeology, Bio-Chemistry, Geology, Library and Information Science, Defense Studies, Fine Arts, Philosophy, Traditional Knowledge System and Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Seven new chairs of SS Bhatnagar for Science Education and Research, Shobha Singh, Visual Arts, J.C. Bose Life Sciences, Baba Bhalku Ram for Tourism, Transport & Hospitality, Sri Aurbindo for Indian Philosophy and Thoughts, Planning Commission and Reserve Bank of India Chair were proposed to be established.

The council recommended establishing a publication division in the university which prints text books, dissertation and original works of research scholars.

The council also announced that post-graduate examinations would be conducted from 26th November and the 19th university convocation would be held on 12th December, said the university spokesman.

33 percent of teachers’ posts vacant in JNU

New Delhi : Nearly 33 percent of the teaching posts in Delhi’s premier Jawaharlal Nehru University are lying vacant, Minister of State for Human Resource Development D. Purandeshwari said Friday.

In reply to a written question in the Rajya Sabha, the minister said the University Grants Commission (UGC) has directed the JNU for filling the vacant posts as per University Grants Commission (UGC) regulations.

“The UGC has informed that it has directed the university vide its communication dated 21/9/2011 to fill up the vacant teaching posts as per the UGC’s regulations,” Purandeshwari said.

The minister also said that the Comptroller and Auditor General (CAG’s) comment in its report for relaxing criteria for appointing officials in the Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) was dropped after a reply from the university.

The CAG in its draft performance audit report for 2011-12 commented on relaxing the eligibility criteria for appointment of deputy registrar, assistant registrar and other posts.

“However, on being satisfied with the reply of the university, the CAG had dropped the comment from its final performance audit report,” the minister said.

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HP university launches news journal : Newsense

Shimla : Newsense , a lab journal was launched Monday by the journalism department of Himachal Pradesh university,Shimla .

“The journal was formally launched by the university vice chancellor ADN Bajpai . Later copies of the journal were distributed ,” said Vikas Dogra, assistant professor , HPU journalism department .

“With Newsense we are trying to explore the working of a real-life newspaper ,” Dogra told the Hill Post .

Culinary institute to come up at Haryana’s Pinjore

Chandigarh : A National Culinary Institute (NCI), the first of its kind in north India, would soon be set up at Haryana’s Pinjore to boost employment opportunities in tourism sector, an official said Thursday.

State Financial Commissioner and Principal Secretary, Tourism, Dhanpat Singh told reporters at the Yadvindra Gardens at Pinjore, 20 km from Chandigarh, that the union tourism ministry had already accorded in-principle approval to the Rs.5 crore project.

The project will be located close to the Mughal-era gardens for which Pinjore is famous.

“For this purpose, seven acres of land had been acquired from horticulture department. The institute would be funded by the central government and it would be maintained by Haryana Tourism,” Singh said.

He said that students would be imparted training about cookery and also advanced training in different cuisines like Indian, continental, Chinese, Thai and other recipes.

He said that those already associated with the field of tourism could also get advanced training in this institute to further widen their scope in the tourism industry.

The institute will start functioning next year.

My visit to NIT Hamirpur

I visited NIT Hamirpur last week and made a presentation on the opportunities for higher education in the field engineering and science at IIT Bombay. I gave a broad perspective of the higher education and its need in a country like India. Some of the issue related to the amounts of scholarships were also discussed.

New innovative schemes have been started by IIT Bombay to attract quality students in the engineering and Science fields
and details are available on ““. The fellowship gives an informal chance to the aspiring students to work in IIT Bombay and if they are found suitable, they are recommended to be selected as regular students for various programs.

Then, I apprised the students about the various challenges involved in the research projects, where they could probably contribute much more and make a niche for themselves. In response, around one dozens students have applied to IIT Bombay for this fellowship and I wish them all the best and hope that they get a chance to work at IIT Bombay and hope that this will set a precedent for the future generation of students.

Besides this lecture, I also visited Govt Senior Secondary School Ghumarwin and wanted to visit the degree college at Ghumarwin and Bilaspur. However, I could not succeed in meeting the students because of the ongoing yearly examinations. I hope that next time I shall be able to interact with the students in these places.

I also met the SDM Ghumarwin (Sh. Pradeep Thakur) and apprised him about the activities of the My Himachaland various initiatives taken by My Himachal under the leadership of Dr. Bhugol Chandel. He has also promised to help in the implementation of any the proposed and/or sponsored programs by My Himachal. With this I summarize my recent visit to HP (from 15-17 March, 2007) as a small initiative towards bringing more awareness in the student community.

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Please take a note that there are M.Sc (Physics), M. Sc.(Chemistry). M.Sc.(Bio), M.Sc (Energy systems) and M. Phil programs in Humanities where many students from BSc background can apply. Check out the JAM test homepage at

The story of Major Chint Singh, Indian POW World War 2

Many of the readers who had their school education or even college back in India would have studied Indian history. The text books, I can recall covers history from Indus Valley civilization to Indian Freedom Movement. However there has been a vital part of our history which most of the children in India do not know, at least I didn’t, the role of Indian troops in World War 1 and World War 2. Many Indians died in the line of duty and displayed great courage for which every Indian can take pride in. Unfortunately, their stories have lost over time. There has been no attempt on the part of Indian Government to build war memorials outside India to recognize and honor our brave soldiers.

Here is a story of one soldier from Himachal Pradesh who was respected by many Australian and some of his mates still remember him. The story of Major Chint Singh, my father, who was one of the nearly 3,000 Indian POW survived to tell the atrocities and suffering he and his comrades had to go through. He became the witness in War Crime Commission after the war in Australia. His evidence was able to bring many Japanese officers to justice. I have for you his brief story.

Major Chint Singh (1917 – 1983), enlisted in the Frontier Force Regiment (now in Pakistan) in 1935. After the fall of Singapore in 1943, about 3000 Indian Ps O.W. were shipped to New Britain and New Guinea. This was the start of life which Chint Singh and his comrades would not like to remember. The reason will be evident by the following Chint Singh’s message which he sent for the occasion “Operation Remembrance”, to mark the establishment of memorial in respect of Indian martyrs, at Angoram (PNG) on the bank of the Sepik river, on 30th September 1971.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, 30th September is the day of great significance to me when I along with 10 Indian P. O.Ws were rescued by the Australian Armed Forces and saw the “New Light” at this spot.

We were feeble, sick, emaciated, reduced to mere skeletons due to the brutalities of Japanese guards. Life was no certainty. A day earlier, i.e. 29th September, 1945, Sepoy Jai Ram and Sepoy Ibrahim had breathed their last. We the remaining 11 were also waiting our turn to join them. In the meantime God sent angles from heaven (Australian and local people of New Guinea) to fetch us out from the oblivion into the new world, and put new life into us at Angoram…We were not known to the world nor the world to us. We were declared “missisng” by the British Government and our kith and kin were missing to us. We were living in absolute darkness. Our hearts had become as hard as stones, our feelings were crushed, we had turned worse than animals eating grass, jungle roots, lizards, insects….

How we passed days, months and years, through atrocities and privations and without any type of food including sugar and salt seems incredible even to me. Alas! Fate was not satisfied with all our sufferings and planned a tragic anti-climax when all 10 leaving me behind at Wewak were killed in a plane crash in New Britain…”

While all this was happening with Chint Singh and his fellow Indian prisoner of war, the Australians were running different search missions in that area.

Lt. Monk recalls in his memoirs ‘Taim Bifor’,

(not sure if this work has been published at time of writing this article) that a Japanese barge had gone down river to Marienberg carrying Japanese troops and 13 Indian PsOW. According to Lt. Monk, a Japanese runner was sent to Mareinberg to bring the Indians back to Angoram.

Just after we finished their burials, there came a prominent turning point in our life which has been expressed in the following which I wrote on 4th October, 1945 at ANGORAM: WE ARE REBORN AT ANGORAM ON 30 SEPTEMBER, 1945. It was the loveliest Sunday of 30th September, 1945, when I was sitting in a native hut at Merinberg on the left bank of the Sepik River. Suddenly a Jap boat buzzed and stopped in front of the hut. A Jap soldier came with a letter in his hand and asked for the Indian Officer. I went forward, took the letter, opened it and read as follows:

29th Sept. 1945

To O.T. Indian Troops,


I am sorry that I was not at Angoram when you called two days ago. I would like you to bring your Indian soldiers back to Angoram in the Japanese boat. We have a doctor here and plenty of good food. A boat from WEWAK will call here at Angoram on Thursday or Friday and will take you to WEWAK.
(Sgd) F.O.Monk

O.C. Angoram.”

Apart from that, the Japanese officer who brought that letter also said that all Japanese should surrender themselves.

After being reported about the arrival of Indian prisoners of war, Lt Monk recalls, when he went down to see them “…it was heart-wrenching. Ten of these poor fellows were lined up in two ranks, some were sitting because the sore on their feet or their condition generally were such that they could not stand, but all were rigidly at attention despite their rags and their pitiable condition. In charge was a smart looking man, Jemadar Chint Singh, also in rags but with most military bearing, who marched up, saluted and said “Sir, One officer, two NCOs and eight other ranks reporting for whatever duty the King and the Australian Army requires of us”. I found it very hard to reply to him. I still feel much emotion when recalling it.”

After the tragic plane crash, Chint Singh became the chief witness against the Japanese at War Crimes Commission. One of his rescuers Sgt. Eric Sparke, wrote Chint Singh’s story, which was published in a Newcastle’s newspaper (April 1947), “Lieut. Mitsuba, who was awaiting trial on five atrocity charges, said: “We should have killed him”. When I told Chint Singh he smiled, showing his white teeth and said: “They will pay. They will pay”.

After the war, he retuned home to find that his parent regiment has gone to Pakistan after partition of India in 1947.

Chint Singh points out a Japanese soldier who had mistreated him while he was POW to Australian war crimes investigators, 11Sept 1945. Source: Australian War Memorial. AWM 098708.

Consequently, he got commission in 2nd Dogra Regiment in 1948. During his career in Army he excelled in training role. He was recalled on active service during 1971 Indo-Pak war. He retired in 1974 and settled in his village. During his retirement he was actively involved with welfare of ex-servicemen and war-widows. He was appointed as Vice President of his State’s ESL (Ex-servicemen League). In late 1982, he was diagnosed with cancer and he lost his battle with it in February 1983. He passed away in the Military hospital where my eldest brother was posted. So being ex-serviceman, he received a soldier’s funeral. Few days before his death my brother, trying to cheer him up, said, “Dad you will be alright soon. You have seen a lot during the War…”. Before my brother could finish his sentence, my father said, “I don’t think I will make it this time”. And he was right. When we went through his belongings we found a diary in which he mentioned all the steps to be taken after his death. One of the task was- “Inform my friends in Australia of the death e.g. Mr. Bruce Ruxton, Mr. Tony Hordern, Mr. Peterson, HQ, RSL, Canberra, Australia”. It is amazing that how well he maintained his diaries during the War which became important evidence against the Japanese and he kept that habit of writing in his diaries till the last day of his life.

In August 2002, I was interviewed on Radio National ABC (Mecca’s show on Sundays- All Over Australia) regarding my father’s story. After the interview the response I received was just amazing. I was able to contact Australian WW II veterans who knew or met my father. I was humbled by their support and kind words. At times, sitting alone contemplating my father’s story and the responses I received, I would look up at the skies and say “Dad, I have experienced true Australian mateship which you did during the War”. And that began my journey to meet those old links which my father had and put together his story which he wanted the world to know.

Himachal government denies allegations of Dhumal

The Himachal Pradesh government today described the statement of BJP leader, Prem Kumar Dhumal as baseless, misleading and contrary to the facts and added that it was nothing but issued with the ulterior motive to gain political mileage. Dhumal has alleged that irregularities were committed while releasing funds to various districts under the Vikas main jan sahyog programme.

The official spokesman said that first installment of Rupees 3 crore under the programme was released to 10- non-tribal areas of the State on 3rd April, 2007 for the year 2007-08. He said that the funds were allocated to the concerned deputy commissioners under the programme as per fixed norms of the programme. Besides, Rupees 6 crore were also released against the last year pending sanctioned proposals for carrying out works under the programme on 3rd April, 2007 and added that the allocation was made as per the demand of the districts.

He further clarified that in addition to it, the Planning Department also reviewed the pending schemes under the programme and concerned Deputy Commissioners were asked to send proposal for funds for pending projects in their Districts. He said that Rupees 676.46 lakh were also released on 2nd August, 2007 on the demand from Deputy Commissioners of Bilaspur, Chamba, Kangra, Kullu, Mandi, Shimla and Solan for pending schemes under the programme.

However, there was no demand for allocation of funds was made by the Deputy Commissioners of Hamirpur, Sirmour and Una Districts.


Anti corruption cell of Mandi caught a SDO of Himachal Pradesh Public Works Department (HPPWD) red handed while taking a bribe of Rs. 25000. SDO Manoj Kumar works with HPPWD Kullu and demanded hefty sum from contractor to clear his pending bills. The contractor approached anti corruption cell when Manoj Kumar contacted him from Mandi. After working closely with anti corruption bureau local Police was able to trap the SDO.

Its pertinent to mention that it is normal to pay the HPPWD authorities to clear bills unless and otherwise person is highly connected with the ruling party.

Everyone is surprised by the act of this small contractor as every contractor fears that if they approach Police for anti corruption activities then its hard to get future contract work from HPPWD. This contractor fears that out of total Rs. 5 Lakhs worth the works he completed from total allocation of Rs. 26 lakhs, might jeopardize due to his honest act.

Its quite amazing to note that HPPWD (http :// is one of the largest departments of Himachal and when HP govt. talks big on citizen government interface, this department does not even carry a website or email address where people can anonymously report their issues. Although its known fact that very few department officials in HP check their emails.

Time has come that every one join hands to fight corruption and work together to build a better Himachal. Recently Himachal CM, Virbhadra Singh assured everyone that government would take stern actions against corrupt officials and government would specifically work for major land reforms as Patwaris were warned by CM in election rally in Una.


National Academy of Audit and Accounts.

Kokje stressed to assess the physical and financial gaps between needs and resources available for the development and create awareness of the cost of inefficiency among beneficiaries and providers of social and productive services. He said that Auditors should also scrutinize various policy decisions, keeping in view the beneficiaries interest and priorities, particularly of rural poor so that effectiveness and efficacy of developmental programmes could be increased.

Governor said that Auditors should bear the responsibilities of evaluating Government’s adequacy in terms of management, performance and results including evaluation of operations in terms of economy, efficiency, effectiveness and impact. They should also suggest improvements in areas where they find Government lagging behind and should assess the impact of an organization, non-financial objectives by monitoring its performance systematically and regularly.

He said that Auditors could play a vital role to provide protection against fraud, early warning of future problems and a general re-assurance of adequacy and transparency of financial management system of the Government.


Shimla: The Himachal Pradesh Cabinet in its meeting held here today approved the empanelment of MRI Centres having necessary infrastructural facilities, competence and experience to undertake such tests within and outside the State for purpose of MRI tests of State Government employees and pensioners

Cabinet granted exemption in purchase of equipments/instruments from outside the State, for non-availability of the outlets within the State, for use by Animal Husbandry Department after observation of all the codal formalities.
Some of other approvals issued are:

Extension of the Nalagarh-Baddi-Barotiwala Special area by including 124 hamlets alongwith Swarghat-Ropar road.

Town and Country Planning Office at Rohru.

Reservation of two seats in MBBS, courses of Medical Colleges in the State for the wards to Tibetan Refugees.

Cabinet approved Recruitment and Promotion Rules for the posts of District Adult Education Officer, Class-II (Non-Gazetted) in HP Elementary Education Department, Dispenser (Class-III, Non-Gazetted) for Government Pharmacy College, Rohru, Junior Engineer (Mechanical) in Irrigation and Public Health Department.

Himachal to provide accident insurance to all employees

Tax, interest relief for farmers in distress

Shimla: Eying electoral gains, the Himachal cabinet today announced 2,367 new government job openings, decided to bring all regular, contractual or daily wage employees with the government or government assisted bodies under a group personal insurance scheme and also did approve tax and interest payment relief on loans for farmers in financial distress.

Presided over by chief minister Virbhadra Singh, the cabinet as a relief measure for farmers in distress decided to exempt stamp duty and registration fee on loans obtained for agriculture, horticulture and allied pursuits borrowed from any financial institution or bank, including cooperative banks, under different schemes. Approval was given to implement Reserve Bank of India instructions regarding charging of interests, which exceed the principal amount on short term agriculture loans availed by small and marginal farmers. To mitigate farmers in financial distress, this has also been extended to primary agricultural societies. Deputy Commissioners have been asked not to take penal action against those small and marginal farmers for recovery of loans who suffered losses due to heavy rains.

The cabinet decided that for any regular, adhoc, contractual, part-time and daily wage employees of government departments, boards, corporations, universities and autonomous bodies to avail of the group insurance scheme, he would need to contribute Rs 50 as annual premium towards it.

Date of receiving applications of allotment of small urban plots for low income households has been extended from October to December, 2007. An Rs 4.61 government debt with Himachal Pradesh State Handicrafts and Handlooms Corporation was converted into equity by the cabinet.

The cabinet decided to regularize the service of 1908 daily wage worker in various departments and created 165 jobs in revenue department, 132 jobs in education department and 100 positions of female health workers in para medical services. To improve mobility of police personnel, the cabinet approved purchase of 50 additional vehicles for the police department.

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Sainik school entrance examinations on January 6th

Hamirpur: The Sainik Schools will hold an all-India entrance examination on Sunday, January 6, 2008 for the session 2008-09 for admission to classes Sixth and Ninth. Admission test will be held at various centers for all 21 Sainik Schools across the country barring Nagrota, Jammu and Kashmir , which will conduct a separate examination.

Boys between the age of 10 and 11 years as on July 1, 2008 can apply for admission to Class VI while those between 13 and 14 years are eligible for Class IX, a spokesman of the Sainik school, Sujanpur tira said today.

Necessary advertisements inviting applications are being issued by the respective Sainik Schools this month. The prospectus can be obtained by the candidates from the Sainik Schools where admission is desired on payment of Rupees 300/- ( Rs.200/- for SC/ST) by crossed Postal Order in favour of the Principal.

The Last date for receipt of applications is December 10, 2007, the spokesman said.

Admission is made strictly on merit in the entrance examination and subject to medical fitness. Reservation will be made in admission for 15% and 7½% seats for SC and ST candidates respectively. Besides 25% seats are reserved for wards of service personnel, including ex-servicemen.

Admission will also be made to Class XI subject to vacancy and criteria laid down by respective Sainik Schools.

The 21 Sainik Schools are located as under:

Andhra Pradesh (KORUKONDA-VIJIANAGARAM), Assam (GOALPARA), Bihar (NALANDA and GOPALGANJ), Gujarat (BALACHADI-JAMNAGAR), Himachal Pradesh (SUJANPUR TIRA), Haryana (KUNJPURA-KARNAL), Jharkhand (TILAIYA), Jammu and Kashmir (NAGROTA), Karnataka (BIJAPUR), Kerala (KAZHAKOOTAM-THIRUVANANTHAPURAM), Maharashtra (SATARA), Mainpur (IMPHAL), Madhya Pradesh (REWA), Nagaland (PUNGLWA), Orissa (BHUBANESWAR), Punjab (KAPURTHALA), Rajasthan (CHITTORGARH), Tamil Nadu (AMARAVATHINAGAR), Uttarakhand (GHORAKHAL) and West Bengal (PURULIA).

Sainik Schools are residential public schools and affiliated to the CBSE to impart education up to Class XII under 10+2 pattern. Central and state governments have instituted liberal scholarships for the benefit of socio-economically backward sections of society.

How to plan for your career in 21st century

In today’s global world, there is no dearth of jobs/professions and one can achieve the goal of finding an appropriate career with a right mix of talent, work spirit, dedication, patience and hard-work. However, the choice of getting into a particular stream or profession becomes limited due to stiff competition in the different fields. To quote, some of them are civil services, management, medical services and engineering. For instance, it is very difficult to get into the top institutes of these professions such as IITs, IIMs and AIIMS. Therefore, one should set a goal for his career based on his strengths, weaknesses, availability of opportunities and long term scopes in a particular field.

The pursuance of a particular career generally starts from either 10th or intermediate. While pursuing these qualifying studies at intermediate level, the student should make elaborate plans for his career and for achieving his goals; he should ask the following questions from himself as well as from his parents and guardians. A thorough discussion with your parents and guardians is necessary because to pursue a particular field of your interest, you need a continuous, unstinted and constant help in terms of encouragement, financial help and mental support for a fairly long period of 4 – 8 years.

  • What shall I become in my life?
  • Why to choose a particular career field?
  • What are the means and ways to realize those goals?
  • What are advantages and disadvantages of your chosen field?

Once you get satisfactory answers to these topics, then you should start collecting more information from different sources such as newspapers, magazines, seniors students, parents, relatives and most important INTERNET. In fact, internet is the best place to look for detailed information and discussion on various related issues including the various careers. In the next step, try to locate some people who are currently working in the same field. They are best one to tell you about the hardships involved in pursuing that career. Listen carefully to their views and advice. Also tell them as to what you think or what you know about that field. Don’t hesitate from asking them if you have any doubts, even if you think that they are very silly.

The next step is about collecting the information on universities/colleges/institutes, the minimum requirements for admission, such as, minimum marks required and the type of entrance examination. Also collect information on the extent of competition for that university and if you decide to pursue the same university, then how much effort you need to put in while preparing for the entrance tests.

After clearing all the hurdles and securing an admission in your dream institute/university, don’t think that you have achieved everything in your life. This is just the beginning of your dream goal. You have cleared the first step successfully and to go on to the next step, you should redouble you efforts and work hard towards the realization of your final goal.

While passing through all these hurdles, learn to be patient and have a regard for your parents, elders, your community, society and country. Because the society will judge you from what and how much contribution you have made to it.

Sainik school Sujanpur Tihra

Hello everyone , today what I am going to tell you is the part of my life which I am never going to forget till my last breath……….

Hope that it will help someone in future .

About The School

Sainik School Sujanpur Tira is located in the historical town Sujanpur Tira famous for its NARBADESHWAR temple, which claims some good miniature painting of Kangra Style and only idol of Lord Shiva. ‘Sujanpur Tira’ is situated in district Hamirpur (Himachal Pradesh) at a distance of 24 KMS from the district town. The school is located on the western end of the famous chaugan in an area of land measuring about 328 kanals.

The school maintaining a total strength of 525 boys in the class VI to XII. To accommodate such a huge strength of Students School has six Houses-Beas, Satluj, Ravi, Chenab, Yamuna and Jhelam. Each House functions under the supervision of a House Master. Along with these residential facilities school has well-equipped classrooms, Laboratories, Computer Laboratory. Smart classroom, a Gymnasium, Tennis Courts, Squash Court, a well hygienic Dining hall, a small infirmary close to Govt. hospital and extensive playgrounds.

H P Khadi & Gramodyog Board funds 196 projects

Shimla : The HP Khadi and Gramodyog Board has sponsored 196 projects worth around Rs 10.2 crore to various banks under the Prime Minister’s employment generation programme in Himachal Pradesh .

This was disclosed by the state industries minister Kishan Kapoor while addressing the board of directors of the board here Friday .

“A provision for disbursing margin money worth Rs 2.79 crore to entrepreneurs has also been made during the current financial year which would generate 1173 jobs ,” said the industries minister .

“In the last fiscal year 1475 persons benefited through 14 units under various activities like wool spinning and woollen cloth finishing ,” Kapoor said .

President at Agri. Univ. in Palampur

Complete speech is on President’s website

Hill Agriculture for Prosperous Himachal Pradesh

I am delighted to be here and interact with the students and faculty of Chaudhary Sarwan Kumar Himachal Pradesh Krishi Vishwavidyalaya, Palampur. I take this opportunity to congratulate the University students for their academic performance. I greet the Vice Chancellor, Professors, teachers and staff for shaping the young minds to contribute to the development of Himachal Pradesh in agriculture, horticulture and dairy science. Dear graduates, when you go out of this university, the education and empowerment that you have received will be with you to meet any challenge. You will be a winner if you have a high aim, if you can sweat for achieving the aim and have indomitable spirit to overcome any problem you face in your life. I would like discuss with you on the topic ?Hill Agriculture for Prosperous Himachal Pradesh?

Special Characteristics of High Altitude Agriculture

As you are aware, the high altitude agriculture has special problems pertaining to diverse climatic conditions, terrain, availability of water, connectivity, mobility, marketability and the stress to the flora and fauna. Keeping these characteristics in mind the agriculture scientists have to work on products which will have high value at low volume and weight, water harvesting, water storage system and efficient use of water, special farming such as green house for off season cultivation of crops. Also, the University must consider designing low cost high efficiency mechanized equipments which can be used by the farmers in the high altitude conditions. In this background, I would like to discuss some of the areas in which the University can directly help the farmers of Himachal Pradesh.



I understand that the University is concentrating on the technologies pertaining to rice, maize, pulses, oil seeds etc. These are mainly the food crops which can probably be consumed within the State wherever it is produced. Emphasis should be to make the State self-sufficient in food crops since the cost of transportation in the hills is high. While upgrading the technology, the University should not lose sight of traditional food crops and the traditional methods of their production. Any improvement must be a super imposition on the acceptable and affordable methods of the local farmers. The improved technology should reach the remote areas of the State inhabited by the tribal people through the research and the extension centres and Krishi Vigyan Kendra of the University. The University can also consider having model cultivation and demonstration cum training farm in these areas.

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Major Som Nath Sharma was born on 31 January 1923 in Dadh, Kangara District in Himachal Pradesh. His father, Major-General Amar Nath Sharma, was also a military officer and his brother General V. N. Sharma was the Chief of Army Staff from 1988 to 1990. He was commissioned into the 4th Kumaon Regiment of the Indian Army (then British-Indian Army) on 22 February 1942. He also saw combat during the second World War in the Arakan Operations. His younger brother Gen. V. N. Sharma retired as head of Indian army.

On 3rd Nov 1947, Major Somnath Sharma’s company was ordered on a fighting patrol to Badgam village in the Kashmir Valley. He reached his objective at first light on 3rd November and took up a position south of Badgam at 1100 hours.

The enemy, estimated at 700, attacked his company position with 3-inch mortars, LMGs and rifles. Completely outnumbered and with withering fire being brought to bear on its position from three sides, the company began to sustain heavy casualties.

Fully realising the gravity of the situation and the direct threat that would result to both Srinagar and the aerodrome if the enemy attack was not held until reinforcements could be rushed to close the gap leading to Srinagar via Hum Hom, Major Sharma urged his company to fight the enemy tenaciously, with extreme bravery, kept rushing across the open ground to his sections exposing himself to heavy and accurate fire to urge them to hold on.

Keeping his nerve, he skilfully directed the fire of his section into the ever-advancing enemy. He repeatedly exposed himself to the full fury of enemy fire and laid out cloth air strips to guide our aircraft onto their targets in full view of the enemy.Sharma.jpg Realising that casualties had affected the effectiveness of his light automatics, this officer, whose left hand was in plaster, personally commenced filling magazines and issuing them to light machine gunners. A mortar shell landing right in the middle of the ammunition resulted in an explosion that killed him. However, Major Sharma’s company held onto its position and the remnants withdrew only when almost completely surrounded.

His inspiring example had resulted in the enemy being delayed for six hours, thus gaining time for our reinforcements to get into position at Hum Hom to stem the tide of the enemy advance. His leadership, gallantry and tenacious defence were such that his men were inspired to fight the enemy outnumbering them by seven to one for six hours, one hour which was after this gallant officer had been killed. Major Sharma set an example of courage and qualities seldom equalled in the history of the Indian Army. His last message to Brigade HQ received a few moments before he was killed was : “The enemy are only 50 yards from us. We are heavily outnumbered. We are under devastating fire. I shall not withdraw an inch but will fight to the last man and the last round.”

A hero to remember!

Gave his life for our future on July 7, 1999

© G.L. Batra, father of Shaheed Captain Vikram Batra, PVC (13 JAK Rifles)Images
© A Ridge Too Far: His Highness The Maharajah of Patiala

Twin sons were born to the family of Mr. G.L. Batra and Mrs. Jai Kamal Batra, on 09 September 1974 at Mandi, Himachal Pradesh. The family had two daughters earlier and twin sons were a joyful addition to the family. The family nicknamed the twins as ‘Luv’ (Vikram) and ‘Kush’ (Vishal). Luv received his primary education from his mother, who herself is a teacher. He received his education up to Middle Standard in D.A.V. Public School, Palampur and up to senior secondary stage in Central School, Palampur. Both his sisters are married and his twin-brother, Kush, is undergoing an internship training course as a Junior Executive with Tata Finance Ltd. Captain Vikram Batra was very brilliant, diligent, and active from the very beginning of his student life. He was very popular among his friends, students and teachers since, he was ever smiling and respectful to everyone.

He was an all rounder, good in studies, always a first divisioner and equally good in sports and all other co-curricular activities. He always kept himself in first line and among the toppers in all the different fields. He was also a green belt holder in Karate. He always kept himself in first line and among the toppers in all the different fields. He used to sweep almost 75% of the prizes from the prize distribution table during his schooling. He participated in ‘national level’ table tennis (Central Schools) and represented the North Zone. He participated in a national youth parliamentary competition. After passing his 10+2 in 1992 from Central School Palampur, he got admitted in D.A.V. College, Chandigarh in B.Sc where he was adjudged the best N.C.C. Cadet (Air Wing) in two zones. He was selected and underwent a helicopter flight course for 40 days at the Pinjore flying club.

He was also selected for the 1994 Republic Day Parade at New Delhi. During his B.Sc. course in 1995, he got selected for the Merchant Navy in a foreign-based company (Hong Kong).However in the nick of time he dropped the idea of joining the Merchant Navy due to his patriotic zeal to serve the Nation. As a true son and soldier of the motherland, he decided to join the Indian Army as a Commissioned Officer. He got commissioned in June 1996 and he joined the IMA (Indian Military Academy) at Dehra Dun. After passing out in December 1997, he joined the Army as a Lieutenant of 13 JAK Rifles at Sopore, Jammu & Kashmir. Later he was sent for the Young Officer’s Course at the Infantry School in Mhow, Madhya Pradesh where he secured Alpha grading for his overall performance.

Next, he attended a 35-day commando course at Belgaum, Karnataka in February-March 1999 where upon completion of the course, he was placed in Instructor’s Grade.Reconnaissance for the capture of Point 5140. Sitting Left to Right: Lieutenant Vikram Batra, Major Vikas Vohra, Captain Chatterji and the CO of 13 JAK Rifles, Lieutenant Colonel Y.K. Joshi.Lt. Col. Y.K. Joshi, adding the third pip on Lieutenant Vikram Batra on his promotion to Captain after the battle for Point 5140. He was to win a posthumous PVC some days later in the battle for Point 4875.On 01 June 1999, his unit proceeded to the Kargil Sector on the eruption of a war-like situation in Kargil, Drass and Batalik sub-sectors from where he was sent along with his company on the first strategic and daring operation to recapture the first peak of utmost importance – Point 5140, which was at an altitude of 17,000 feet. Upon reaching Point 5140, leading a company of troops, he encountered the commander of the Pakistani-backed terrorists on radio. The enemy commander challenged him by saying, “Why have you come Shershah (his nick name), you will not go back.”

Captain Batra, being the last person to back away from a fight, replied, “We shall see within one hour, who remains on the top.” In a short while Captain Batra and his company of troops killed eight enemy soldiers and more importantly captured a heavy anti-aircraft machine gun, neutralising the advantageous peak. Re-capture of Point 5140 paved the way to the return of the rest of peaks and cleared the Srinagar-Leh highway which sat in motion of successes like capturing Point 5100, 4700 Junction, Three Pimples and the ultimate prize – Tiger Hill. After the capture of Point 5140, standing left to right: Captain Jamwal, Lt. Col. Y.K. Joshi, Captain Vikram Batra and Major Vikas Vohra. Sitting Left to Right: Major Gurpreet Singh and Captain Rajesh Adhau, the RMO. Soon after capturing Point 5140, he radioed his commanding officer and said jubilantly,”Yeh Dil Mange More!”

On the successful capture of the vital peak he was congratulated and graced by the Chief of Army Staff, General Ved Prakash Malik on telephone. After taking rest for 4 – 5 days he proceeded towards Point 4750, where he was challenged again by the enemy who said, “Shershah, nobody shall be left to lift your dead bodies,” to which Captain Batra curtly replied, “Don’t worry about us, Pray for your safety.” He captured Point 4750 and hoisted the national flag. He also played a commendable role in the capture of Tiger Hill. He had dedicated himself and was determined for total victory.On ‘Ledge’ overlooking the 17 Jat objective of ‘Whale Back’ and their approach. An enemy snow-hut is in the background. Captain Vikram Batra was killed here, winning the Param Vir Chakra (PVC).He volunteered himself for a third crucial operation of Point 4875 at an altitude of 17,000 feet, with a gradient of 80º. He attacked the peak along with his company and another led by Captain Anuj Nayyar, MVC. They gave the enemy a tough time, killed a number of enemy troops and re-captured the peak on 05 July 1999. The enemy counter-attacked the peak on 07 July 1999, but Captain Batra retaliated the counter-attack with vigour.In the heat of the battle, one of his junior officers (Lieutenant Naveen) was seriously injured and Captain Batra immediately went to his rescue. Destiny however had something else in store for Captain Batra and during the rescue, he was hit by a bullet in the chest. With the words Jai Mata Di on his lips, the brave Captain fell down and was hit again in the waist by an artillery splinter. Before succumbing to his grievous injuries, this brave son of the motherland and a true lion of Bharat Mata killed another five enemy soldiers. A grateful nation applauds the Batra family. He fought with exceptional bravery and magnitude, which is rarely seen. He has set an example before the youth of our nation, which shall inspire generations to come.

In recognition of his gallant act, Point 4875 has now been renamed as Captain Vikram Batra Top and has received all credit to capturing this vital peak by his Commanding Officer, Colonel Y.K. Joshi, 13 JAK Rifles. For his sustained display of the most conspicuous personal bravery and junior leadership of the highest order in the face of the enemy, Captain Vikram Batra was awarded the Param Vir Chakra, India’s highest medal for gallantry, posthumously. His father, Mr. G.L. Batra, received the award from the President of India, on behalf of his brave son.


Edward Ormondroyd

Edward Ormondroyd (March 4 1925 – January 2 1989) is an American writer of children’s books. He is best known for David and the Phoenix, a fantasy novel. His time travel novel Time at the Top was filmed for television in 1999.

Ormondroyd was born in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania, and grew up in Pennsylvania and Michigan before serving two years on a destroyer escort in World War II. After the war he attended the University of California at Berkeley, earning a Bachelor’s degree in English and a masters in Library Science. In 1970 he moved from Berkeley to Newfield a small town west of Ithaca, New York.

Source: Loganberry Books.[4]

David and the Phoenix, illustrated by Joan Raysor (Berkeley, CA: Parnassus Press, 1957)
The Tale of Alain, illus. Robert Frankenberg (Follett Publishing, 1960)
Time at the Top, illus. Peggie Bach (Parnassus, 1963)
Jonathan Frederick Aloysius Brown, illus. Suzi Spector Ormondroyd (San Carlos, CA: Golden Gate Junior Books, 1964)[5]
Theodore, illus. John M. Larrecq (Parnassus, 1966)
Michael, the Upstairs Dog, illus. Cyndy Szekeres (Dial Press, 1967)
Broderick, illus. Larrecq (Parnassus, 1969)
Theodore’s Rival, illus. Larrecq (Parnassus, 1971)
Castaways on Long Ago, illus. Ruth Robbins (Parnassus, 1973)
Imagination Greene, illus. John Lewis (Parnassus, 1973)
All in Good Time, illus. Robbins (Parnassus, 1975) – sequel to Time at the Top
Johnny Castleseed, illus. Diana Thewlis (Houghton Mifflin, 1985)

Oeuvres complètes de lord Byron (tome premier)

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Jeff Salz’s Trek to GHNP

A Way of Adventure Exclusive

Be a ‘
Special Guest‘ in the Great Himalayan National Park.You are personally invited for a ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity!
Join me on an ‘Invitation Only’ Trek.

Help preserve the Earth’s wildest mountain ecosystem and support Himalayan villagers.

I gave up guiding in the Himalayas ten years ago, but when the people of Kullu asked me to help them by bringing some friends over next year…. these people, these mountains.were simply too beautiful for me to say no. By participating in this expedition you will be supporting the efforts of the locals to sustain both the pristine national park and their way of life. And in doing so, create a model for cultural and wilderness preservation in Third World countries world wide.

Read on …

No commercial trekking company offers trips to this region … and you cannot go on your own.

What: A unique ‘benefit trek’ organized at the invitation of local villagers and the Director of the Great Himalayan National Park.

Where: The least-visited, most unspoiled mountain wilderness in the western Himalayas … arguably the world!

Who: 12 people like you – like-minded ‘adventurers’ supported by a team of experienced guides, cooks and porters.

When: Early September 2006, right after monsoon when the meadows are most vibrant with grass and flowers. The entire trip will be 2 weeks from start to finish (you may want to extend this time frame to experience either the Tibetan plateau and monasteries or the Taj Majal).

Why: A chance to climb, photograph, paint, write or just explore, while supporting local villagers.You will take a pilgrimage trek up the holy Tirthan River, sacred to the locals, to our high base camp in alpine meadows (13,500′). You will experience Blue sheep and purple flowers (the sheep aren’t really ‘blue’ but that is their name) – crystalline rivers and snowy summits.

How much? A very reasonable $2,500 – All Inclusive!!

INCLUDED: 5 star hotel in New Delhi … flights and ground transportation within India … all meals, guides, porters, equipment, etc.

NOT INCLUDED: Airfare from North America, personal expenses and tips.

***Non-stop air travel Chicago-New Delhi now available on American Airlines!

What do YOU need to do? Just click here and tell me that you are interested – space is extremely limited so you’ll want to connect with me asap.

Kishore Vaigyanik Protsahan yojna KVPY-2011

The “Kishore Vaigyanik Protsahan Yojana” is an ongoing program started by the Department of Science and Technology, Government of India, to encourage students of Basic Sciences, Engineering and Medicine to take up research careers in these areas. The aim of the program is to identify and encourage talented students with aptitude for research.

This program strives to assist the students to realise their potential and to ensure that the best scientific talent is tapped for research and development in the country. Generous scholarships are provided (up to the pre-Ph.D. level) to the selected students.

Through this scheme, Govt of India offers scholarships in the range of Rs. 4000/- to 7000/- per month along with a contingency amount of Rs. 16,000 -28,000/- per year.
Who can apply
Students in XI and XII with science background, B.Sc. (I, II and III year), B Tech (any branch and year of engineering) and MBBS students

Application form and other details are available at


The mechanics of fraternal polyandry are simple. Two, three, four, or more brothers jointly take a wife, who leaves her home to come and live with them. Traditionally, marriage was arranged by parents, with children, particularly females, having little or no say.


This is changing nowadays, but it is still unusual for children to marry without their parents consent. Marriage ceremonies vary by income. The eldest brother is normally dominant in terms of authority, that is in managing the household but all the brothers share the work and participate as sexual partners. There is no attempt to link children biologically to particular brothers, and a brother shows no favoritism toward child.

Society in this region allows a variety of marriages including monogamy, fraternal polyandry & polygamy.

The explanation for choosing polyandry is materialistic. If you ask someone why he decided to marry with his brothers rather then take his own wife, they say it prevents the division of his family’s farm & animals.

Polyandry is practiced commonly in the Trans- Giri of district Sirmour & some other parts of Himachal.Usually the eldest brother, in a polyandry family is regarded as the head of the family after the death of the father. He exercises a general control over all brothers.

Samrat Shankar Proposes to open magic academy in Himachal

World renowned magician Jadugar Samrat Shankar has announced to open a magic academy in Himachal Pradesh to impart training in this ‘fine art’ to the promising youths of this country.

Speaking at a press conference here today Samrat Shankar disclosed that he has discussed this proposal with the top ranked political leaders and officials of Himachal Pradesh government. He added that very shortly he was going to submit a proposal in this regard to the government for granting two to five acre of land for the academy

Samrat Shankar said that from the very beginning he was demanding that for the promotion of this superb art, it may be declared as a fine art in the country. He added that government should scrap entertainment tax on the magic shows in the country immediately.

He stressed that government should also give loans and aid for the promotion of this art so that new budding magicians of this country who had promising future ahead may not collapse in the absence of financial crunch. He added that in the foreign countries governments were extending full financial and moral support for this art in their countries. He quoted the government of USA had given a grant of crores of rupees to the famous magician of their country Devid Coper field who had brought laurels to the America in this field. In the absence of full government support ‘as a fine art’ magicians of the country can not rise speedily on the world scene.

Samrat Shankar made it clear that in the present era of T.V. and internet, holding magic shows in the different part of the country was no more a profitable business but in fact his motto was to carry message of Indian Magic door to door in the country and tell countrymen that they should always watch such shows as a fine art of Indian

He thanked Himachal government for declaring magic shows in the state as entertainment tax free shows. He will show his magic tricks in the Basant theatre in Nahan town for the next 15 fifteen days and would donate a good part of his income to the Sirmour Red Cross Society. Magic shows would be inaugurated by the D.C. Sirmour tomorrow evening. In the Tuesday morning he will drive motorcycle in the busy market of the town by tiding a cloth on his eyes. He would also show some newly developed magic tricks.

Kaul Dass: at service of Baba Balak Nath

He is a man with a difference. He can think better. He can write better. He can speak better. However, he is without limbs and that it why he is always respected by all and sundry who visits the temple of Baba Balak Nath at Deotsidh in Hamirpur district from time to time.

The thirty-six years old, Kaul Dass of Khann village of the Hamirpur district is a man to watch with rapport attention. He is handsome, smart but a man with difference. He writes profusely but with a difference. While others write with their hands, he writes with his teeth, as he is limbless. He does his work more accurately than others, as he is a good worker.

Who so ever comes to temple, he meets Kaul Dass, as he maintains records of all who come to the temple and want to stay in the temple for the night. He provides them all sorts of material for their night halt and issues them a receipt. People watch him with rapport attention when he writes with his teeth as he is handless.

Hailing from a remote village of the Hamirpur district, Kaul Dass used to sing songs to earn his livelihood on the floor of historic shrine of Baba Balak Nath at Deotsidh in Hamirpur in the early age. He is a rare case of genetic abnormality (Maromelia). From there he was taken to the local school by the then Mahant, Shiv Gir of BBN temple. He studied up to B.A from BBN College Chakmoh and later on did his Post graduation in English with 55% marks as a private candidate.

He works as a clerk in the temple and presently he is working in the main gate of the temple. However, those ruling the temple play a joke with him and used to shift him from one post to another due to his disability.

Narrating his past, he says that he was considered to be a bad omen for the family when he took birth. However, his mother nursed him without caring for the comments by the local community. In this process, he also got full support of his father, sister and younger brother. The younger brother accompanies him till date and both serves in the same section of the temple. He was given this job by the present chief minister, Vir Bhadra Singh, when he had taken over as the chief minister of state in year 1985.

Kaul Dass says that he is indebted to his family for what he is today. He gives full credit to his mother, two sisters and a brother who still nurse him. His younger brother, Bikram Singh still takes care of him and works along with him in the temple. He brings and takes back
Kaul Dass to temple and then to home in a bus.

He says that he is happy with his present status. He has no regret for his disability.
He is a keen follower of Baba Balak Nath and goes to his cave daily to pay his obeisance there. He says that Babaji has given him strength and power to face the world. He has no grudge with the God. The God has given me everything and I’m happy with that.

The Childhood of Distinguished Women by William Henry Bower


Author: William Henry Bower
Title: The Childhood of Distinguished Women
Published: 1908
Language: English
LoC Class CT: History: Biography
Subject Women — Biography
EBook-No. 36519
Copyright Status: Public domain
From: gun: Project Gutenberg

Begin OF the book:


Begin of the book:
The Princess Alice was the second daughter and third child of our own beloved Queen Victoria and the late Prince Consort, “Albert the Good.”
Our deepest sorrowful interest has recently been excited by the touching and sudden way in which this lovely and gifted woman has been called from her home on earth to her eternal home in heaven.

The Princess was born on April 25th, 1843, and was very gladly welcomed by the warm, true mother’s heart of Her Majesty, who has ever shown and expressed the deepest love for her happy circle of girls and boys.

The first incident in the babyhood of the Princess Alice which attracts attention is the record of her christening. It was a very brilliant one, the Archbishop of Canterbury officiating, on June 2nd. The sponsors were the late King of Hanover, Ernest, the present Duke of Coburg, and the Princesses Sophia, Matilda, and Feodora.

We will give the Queen’s own words about the important choice of the royal infant’s names; Her Majesty thus writes:—”Our little baby is to be called Alice, an old English name, and the other names are to be Maud (another old English name, and the same as Matilda) and Mary, as she was born on Aunt Gloucester’s birthday.” Again, in writing to her uncle, the Queen’s account of the little Princess’s conduct was that “little Alice behaved extremely well.”

When quite a young child, the Princess Alice was remarkably quick, and earnestly enjoyed the acquirement of all the knowledge suitable to her years, and soon displayed intellectual talent of a high order.

Peculiarly sweet and amiable in her disposition, and patient and untiring in her love, the young Princess was a favourite in the royal nursery and schoolroom.

Her illustrious father found her when even a child as to age, quite his companion as to comprehension and mental capacities.

Two very special characteristics place the beloved Princess Alice in the highest range of distinguished women, and call for the deepest regard and respect from all hearts.

From her earliest youth, whatever was learned by her was thoroughly acquired, quietly and completely mastered, definitely and decidedly finished. And with her highly-refined, cultivated, and capacious mind, she also combined every domestic and feminine grace and duty, and was the useful, helpful English maiden, as well as singularly intellectual.

“In her teens,” the Princess was pronounced to be “one of the most accomplished young ladies in England.”

When the Queen visited Scotland in 1844, the Princess was too young to accompany the royal party, and Her Majesty thus writes of the separation. Just when they were ready for the journey, “Alice and the baby (Prince Alfred) were brought in, poor little things, to wish us good-bye.”

But in the course of a few years, all the children were able to participate in the Scotch journeys, and the Princess Alice became the constant companion of the Queen, riding with her over the lovely hills on ponies; visiting the poor women in the cottages, calling at the shop to purchase comforts for them; and at various times climbing the ascents to Feithort, or up Morven, Loch-na-Gar, and Ben Mac Dhui. This latter ascent was made through the dank mountain cloud; but this did not daunt the royal travellers, the Queen recording—”However, I and Alice rode to the very top, which we reached a few minutes past two; and here, at a cairn of stones, we lunched in a piercing cold wind…. Luncheon over, Albert ran off with Alice to the ridge to look at the splendid view, and sent for me to follow.”

In December, 1861, Prince Albert was attacked by the terrible disease which eventually proved fatal. The Princess Alice, although only seventeen, was the constant, unwearied nurse of her well-loved parent, and tended and watched him with the strongest filial love. To the last she kept her post, and when her aid and gentle care were no more needed, for he had passed away, she turned to soothe, comfort, and support her beloved mother with womanly and dutiful affection.

On the 1st of July, 1862, the Princess Alice married Prince Louis of Hesse, and proved a pattern wife and mother. But in 1878, her own little household group was smitten with diphtheria, and in nursing and caressing her darling children, she caught the disease herself. One child preceded her, the Princess Mary, who died November 16th, and on December 14th, the anniversary of her honoured father’s death, she, too, was summoned home.

The changes and sorrows of life, and, perhaps, especially the death, of a darling little one, who fell from a window, in 1873, and was killed by the fall, had been blessed to her by the Holy Spirit of God; and scenes of family sickness and bereavement seem to have led the endeared Princess Alice to that loving and sympathizing Saviour who is ever ready to save the heart that fully trusts in Him.

The whole English nation mourned for her, as for one near and dear to each, and a solemnity pervaded all classes, though Christmas was at hand.

Possibly the anticipation of Christmastide had been bright in her own loving spirit: if so, that anticipation was realized, for the first Christmas in heaven with Jesus Himself must indeed surpass the most joyous and happy one ever spent on earth.

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Gaddis of Himachal on their way back to higher hills

Shepherds from kangra area on way to plains for pasture. this is their routine affair every year. the pioneer photo

With the advent of winter, Gaddis (shepherds) move to plains along with their herd of sheep and goats for their pasture. However, with the onset of summer they go back to hills to meet their families. They mainly belong to Bharmaur area of the Chamba district of Himachal Pradesh.

They have homes, substantial village houses, and they own land which they or their family cultivate, their homeland is Gadderan, Bharmaur tehsil, in the west of Chamba district. It comprises the valleys of the upper Ravi and its tributary the Budil.

During the last hundred years or so many Gaddis have bought land and built houses on the southern slopes of the
Dhola Dhar- the northern edge of Kangra valley but whether or not they still have land or relations in Bharmaur tehsil, they consider themselves as belonging to Gadderan. While the Gaddis of Bharmaur falls in the category of scheduled tribes, no status has still been given to their Kangra district counterparts who also live in the same conditions but with no facilities from the state government. The previous BJP government had assured them that they too would also be covered under the S.T category. However, the BJP government collapsed just before providing status of ST to them by the state government after getting permission from the central government.

At least six groups of gaddis reached Hamirpur town from various parts of Punjab today where they spent months together grazing their cattle wealth. They were accompanied by their sheep, goats and big dogs to protect their flocks. They were moving slowly and steadily on way to their respective destinations.

Ram Singh of Chhota Bhangal area said that he had come with a flock of 500 animals this time. However, the flock rose to one thousand, he added.

He said that gaddis were happy with their present status and were following the century old traditions. We worship Lord Shiva as he (Lord Shiva) is our chief Devta. He said that about fifty percent of gaddis had no flocks and they work in their fields. About 3,000 persons go to plains along with their flocks as during the winter their areas faces acute shortage of pastures.

According to him, they have grazing rights in almost all parts of Punjab, Haryana and Himachal Pradesh on basis of old traditions.” No one stops us from grazing the flock in their fields. At many places, people themselves offer them their fields and also provide them with food as a goodwill gesture. There is general belief in the people that with the arrival of gaddis along with their cattle wealth in their fields, their productions will increase and they will not face any threat from evil forces, “he added.

Another shepherd, Nandu Ram said that despite his old age he used to visit plains every year. He said that he had been visiting plains for last sixty years except for once when he had fallen ill. He said that it was too hot in Punjab this time due to change in the weather.

He said that such tours were fantastic and were beneficial to them and their families.

Dharmshala Boy brings laurels to Himachal Pradesh

Paritosh Pathak, resident of Dharamshala brought laurels for the ‘land of gallantry Army officers- Himachal Pradesh’ as he was awarded Sword of Honour by the Director General Indian Costal Guards last week.

Pathak impressed with his all-round best performance and extraordinary courage shown in the ocean. The award was conferred at the passing out Parade of 46th Assistant Commandant course of Indian coastal Guard, for his outstanding performance in the ‘Autumn Term 03 Training Course’ organized for the induction of new Costal Guard officers, in an impressive ceremony held onboard Coast Guard Ship Varuna, Naval base at Kochi.

A student of Govt. College Dharmshala, Paritosh comes from a family of defense officers. He was selected for Indian Navy and Indian Coast Guards, both, but he opted for Indian Coast Guards where responsibility of an officer stretches 7500 kilometers along the coastline and over a sea area of 2.01 million square kilometers in Indian ocean.

Assistant Comdt Paritosh Pathak born and brought up in village Dari just two K.M. from Dharmshala in Distt Kangra received his early education from Scared heart High school, Sidhbari village and central school Yol and passed out his graduation from Govt. College Dharmshala. His Father Prof Y.R. Pathak had been teaching English in Govt. Post graduate College Dharmshala till retirement and his mother Muktesh Pathak is also teacher in Dharmshala.

His parents returned back from Kochi after attending the ceremony, were very excited on the performance of their son as boy from Hills have excelled in mighty Sea and getting ready for ensuring the safety and protection of offshore island,offshore installations , structures in maritime zones, and giving assistance to the customs in anti smuggling, protection of maritime environment, protection of fishermen and assistance to them in distress and protection of life at Sea.

Working on the motto ‘Vayam Rakshamah’ that means ‘we protect’, the Indian Coast Guard was established in 1977 as principal agency for the enforcement of all National Laws in the maritime zones of India stretches 7500 K.M. along the coastline.

Dharmshala Boy brings laurels to Himachal Pradesh

Paritosh Pathak, resident of Dharamshala brought laurels for the ‘land of gallantry Army officers- Himachal Pradesh’ as he was awarded Sword of Honour by the Director General Indian Costal Guards last week.

Pathak impressed with his all-round best performance and extraordinary courage shown in the ocean. The award was conferred at the passing out Parade of 46th Assistant Commandant course of Indian coastal Guard, for his outstanding performance in the ‘Autumn Term 03 Training Course’ organized for the induction of new Costal Guard officers, in an impressive ceremony held onboard Coast Guard Ship Varuna, Naval base at Kochi.

A student of Govt. College Dharmshala, Paritosh comes from a family of defense officers. He was selected for Indian Navy and Indian Coast Guards, both, but he opted for Indian Coast Guards where responsibility of an officer stretches 7500 kilometers along the coastline and over a sea area of 2.01 million square kilometers in Indian ocean.

Assistant Comdt Paritosh Pathak born and brought up in village Dari just two K.M. from Dharmshala in Distt Kangra received his early education from Scared heart High school, Sidhbari village and central school Yol and passed out his graduation from Govt. College Dharmshala. His Father Prof Y.R. Pathak had been teaching English in Govt. Post graduate College Dharmshala till retirement and his mother Muktesh Pathak is also teacher in Dharmshala.

His parents returned back from Kochi after attending the ceremony, were very excited on the performance of their son as boy from Hills have excelled in mighty Sea and getting ready for ensuring the safety and protection of offshore island,offshore installations , structures in maritime zones, and giving assistance to the customs in anti smuggling, protection of maritime environment, protection of fishermen and assistance to them in distress and protection of life at Sea.

Working on the motto ‘Vayam Rakshamah’ that means ‘we protect’, the Indian Coast Guard was established in 1977 as principal agency for the enforcement of all National Laws in the maritime zones of India stretches 7500 K.M. along the coastline.

Dr. Puneet Gupta of My Himachal featured on TOI

Dr Puneet Gupta, 42, India’s first certified cancer specialist and currently attached to the Indraprastha Apollo hospital, has taken upon himself the task of making cancer therapy affordable to every common man in the country.

His take on the subject: With the latest medical care, detection machines and screening instruments, including mammography machines, PET scan, cancer patients in the country should get equal, if not better, treatment than those in the US, and at affordable prices.

“We have to look into the physical, mental, social, economical and spiritual aspects of a cancer patient before treating him so that we doctors are able to deliver in a comprehensive way,” Dr Gupta says.

The first doctor in India who has done an MD, DNB and DM in oncology — all certified by the Medical Council of India – Dr Gupta is also the first Indian to deliver trans-arterial chemotherapy by using arterial electronic pump and to use latest targeted monoclonal antibody therapy for head and neck cancer.

A Padmashree hopeful, Dr Gupta has under his belt a string of awards, including Leading Scientist of the World 2004, Certificate of Merit Award, Glory of India 2007, Vijay Shree 2005, and Indira Gandhi Shromani.

A practitioner of synchronous chemo radiation therapy and organ sparing technique, Dr Gupta says, the Indian way of treating cancer is the best in the world now, as in the US the method of treatment is predominantly modern. But in India the approach is total cancer care.

Earlier, one had to depend on the US for drugs to treat cancer which was unaffordable. However, the same drugs are available now here at reasonable prices. For example, persons suffering from lung and head-neck cancer bank upon Geftinib capsules, hard to come by in India till recently. However, it is now being made available here by the drug company NATCO.

Multiple Myloma (bone marrow cancer), which the former PM Chandrasekhar was suffering from, can now be treated with an injection with no wastage, whereas 60 per cent of the US-made injection goes waste, says Dr Gupta.

A member of various national and international cancer bodies, Dr Gupta also wants to be an effective link between the drug industry and cancer patients.

It is trailblazers like Dr Puneet Gupta who can lead the way to making India self-sufficient and a force to reckon with.

Dr. Puneet Gupta is Vice President of India chapter of My Himachal

Sanjeev Awasthi elected President of journalist body

NAHAN: At a meeting of Sirmour Union of Journalists held here today, senior journalist of Renuka, Sanjeev Awasthi was unanimously elected new district President of the union.

In a resolution passed in the meeting journalists demanded that state government should come out with a complete media policy to give social, financial and professional security to the journalists working in the state. Several issues related with the welfare of journalists were discussed in the meeting.

Yoginder Kapila was elected to the vacant post of district advisor and Ramesh Paharia was made Joint secretary of the Union. Union has decided to launch its own website also.

Amitabh Bachchan remains a friend – Shatrugan Sinha

Not being invited to Abhishek-Ashwariya wedding was a matter between friends and its is settled, is how Shatrugan Sinha dismissed the controversy where he is reported to have returned the sweets packet sent by Amitabh Bachchan after the ceremony. Evading media queries over the issue with a dialogue from one of his film dialogues Sinha said “Khamosh, band karo yeh nacch gana.”However, he maintained that Amitabh Bacchan was one of the finest persons in the film industry whom he held in high esteem.

Later talking to students of DAV school Lakkar Bazar, the actor turned politician derided his tribe by saying that today politics was not the last but first resort of the scoundrel. Praising the DAV institutions, Sinha said that it was a little known fact that these institutions have thrown up three prime ministers which include AB Vajpayee, IG Gujaral and Manmohan Singh. “Today it was a need for all politicians to recall lessons about honesty and discipline learnt at school” he said.

Political – religious processions be kept a private affair – Shatrugan Sinha

Shimla: Dharna’s, religious processions, marriages and political rallies need to be kept a private affair in the country and should not be allowed to encroach upon the liberty of others or disrupt emergency services like the one that cost the live of a boy, here, a few days ago, stated Shatrugan Sinha, the actor turned politician.

Talking at a ‘meet the press’ program he said “Thus far, not farther” and asked all political parties to deliberate and consider appropriate legislation to curb the practice of encroaching upon public space while celebrating or demonstrating that causes hardships to the common man.

Speaking on a wide variety of issues Sinha, who was the health minister in the Vajpayee government, said that the death of the boy because of the violence outside the Vidhan Sabha was sad but it had pricked the conscience of many.

“Was the congress party, which is in the government, not holding a support rally on the same day that the opposition had planned a protest demonstration to suppress the voice of the opposition,” he questioned? “It was an act of desperation of the congress government which by all intent appeared to be packing its bags,” said Sinha.

About criminalization of politics he said his dignified, disciplined and silent protest of not supporting or campaigning for criminals in Bihar elections had been appreciated by his party (BJP) and president Rajnath Singh and senior leader LK Advani had recently announced that criminal elements would not be given tickets.

Talking about the performance of the Bihar government, he said that chief minister Nitish Kumar was doing it best to bring about order. He said that the state had been neglected for long and had perhaps the lowest per capita income of Rs 300 per month in the country. About 42 % of people are below the poverty line and improving all that would take time. Without reacting to a question over Lalu Prasad Yadav and Rabri Devi’s long term as chief ministers, he said, “Lalu’s rise in politics had brought dignity for the common man.”

About the film industry Sinha said that with the previous NDA government having given films the status of industry has helped in financing and executing projects.” The industry was becoming more transparent and payments were being made through cheques,” he said. About Indian singers, musicians and actors not being allowed to perform in Pakistan, he said, that though India and Pakistan share a common heritage, it was sad that even legendary personalities like Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhosale were not permitted to do so.

Bilaspur girl honoured at a public function for her honesty

Sapna, a young girl of village Kajeil in Bilaspur district was honoured by Mr Vivek Chandel, Sub Divisional Magistrate Rajgarh yesterday at a public function organized at Rajgarh PWD Rest House by the President and Members of Bhanat Panchyat of the area for setting an example of honesty by returning a bag containing one lac and six thousand of rupees to its actual owner.

As per details Arjun Mehta, a progressive farmer of Ser village under Bhanat Panchyat lost his bag containing rupees one lac and six thousand at bus stop, in front of the office of the Deputy Commissioner Solan, resently. Sapna, who works with a private concern near Solan found this bag laying on the road, when she was passing through the bus stop. Setting an extraordinary example of honesty she searched its owner Arjun Mehta and returned the money bag. Every body in the Bhanat Panchyat praised the moral and honesty of Sapna and decided to honour her publically.

In an impressive function Mr Chandel , SDM praised her honesty and honoured her with Himachali cap, a shawl and commendation certificate. A number of immanent persons of the area in their speeches called lerp roll model of honesty for new generation.

Ganesha Goes to Lunch: Classics from Mystic India

Kamla K. Kapur’s GANESHA GOES TO LUNCH: Classics from Mystic India (Mandala Publishing, $14.95), offer both a window into a fascinating culture that has endured for thousands of years, and a code for living that can be applied to the modern world. The 24 insightful myths, recreated and embellished, reveal timeless insights into the human condition. Yoga + Joyful Living magazine has said: “Kapur has done yoga students a huge favor by collecting some of the best-loved tales of Hindu mythology and explaining their underlying spiritual meaning. This gorgeously illustrated book retells ancient tales with a delightful modern sensibility.”

Kamla K. Kapur, a resident of Himachal Pradesh, lives in a remote region of the Kullu Valley, The Valley of the Gods. Many of the heroes in Kapur’s book are worshipped in the temples of the region.

Himachal Governor stressed need to promote Kangra Paintings

Governor VS Kokje said that there was a need to protect and promote the distinct identity of the Kangra School of paintings. Governorinaugurated Kangra Painting Training School at Dharamsala today.

“Besides popular themes from ancient Indian mythology, those from Mughal, British as well as modern era should be depicted,” said Kokje.

Speaking at the Kangra Art Promotion function at Dharamsala the governor said that the responsibility of popularizing of the art lay with the artists as it would help them to earn well. “Incorporating modernity there was a need to preserve the originality of Kangra painting,” he said

Lauding the efforts of Kangra Art Promotion Society in reviving Kangra Paintings, Kokje said that there was a need to undertake research and cooperation with artists and institutions associated with Rajasthan and Madhubani style of paintings could be soughtgovsep11b.jpg.
Kangra paintings are an offshoot of the school of Pahari school paintings that were patronized by the Rajput rulers between the 17th and 19th centuries.

Kangra Art Promotion Society (KAPS) is behind the opening of school. The School would provide Rs. 1500 scholarship per month to six students and Rs. 35000 would be spent on each student every year. Kokje appreciated the efforts of Kangra Art Promotion Society in reviving Kangra Paintings.

Governor honoured Dr. Akshay Ranchal, Ajay Mittal, Vijay Lal, Faiz Murtaza Ali, Ms. Smriti Chadda, Yogi Mahajan and Ajay Singh Mankotia for sponsoring trainees to the Kangra Art Training School.

BSNL targets 20,000 broadband connections in HP by end of fiscal

Shimla: BSNL, the public sector telephony provider, is expanding its broadband services in the state and targets to provide connectivity at 130 locations that would help it to achieve a 20,000 customer figure by the end of the financial year.

Talking to the media, Anil Kaushal, chief general manager BSNL for Himachal said that the network was aggressively expanding its data network. Capacity expansions had taken place and additional 9000 broadband connections would be released by the end of this month, said Sharma. As of now there were only 4000 broadband customers in the state, he added.

He said that the Himachal circle had achieved a turnover of Rs 400 crore last year and made a profit of Rs 64 crore. As part of corporate social responsibility, the network was in the process of providing telemedicine and HIMSWAN, an e-Governance project at highly subsidized rates, he said.

Sharma said that there had only been a marginal fall in landline customers in the state and by including 5.08 mobile subscribers, the network had over 9 lakh customers making it the biggest player in the state. He said that BSNL had a waiting list of 19,000 landline connections, mostly in difficult regions of the state. The company planed to set up another 500 towers for providing coverage to all parts of the state, he added.

Hindi Divas celebrated

Shimla: V.S. Kokje, Governor stressed upon the need to promote Hindi Language in day-to-day life and added that country could progress only when it is established as official language (Rajbhasha). He was speaking in the State level Hindi Divas function.

Governor said that electronic media is also playing a significant role in popularizing Hindi language by making it a medium for reaching the public.

Kokje honoured Secretariat, Directorate and District level Officers and officials with Rajbhasha Puraskar.

GAD (F) , Revenue (B), Industries (B) branches won 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes respectively for Secretariat level,Bhim Sen , Principal Secretary, Social Justice and Empowerment was awarded Secretariat level Best Officer,Mrs. Parvati Verma, TCP for Secretariat level Rajbhasha Officer, Mrs. Laxmi Pal, SAD, Sushil Kumar Sharma, Health branch, Pyare Lal, Urban Development branch were awarded 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes respectively for Secretariat level Best Official category.

Small Savings, Panchayat Raj and Land Record Directorates were awarded 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes respectively . Hrideya Ram Chauhan, Cooperative Directorate and Ghanshyam Singh Bali, Assistant Director, Small Savings were awarded Best Officer and Rajbhasha Officer at Directorate level. Pyare Singh Agriculture, Mrs. Kamla Chauhan, Local Audit and Mani Ram, Hospitality were awarded Best Officers at Directorate level.

District Panchayat Officer, Kullu, DPRO Mandi and DFSC were awarded 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes respectively at District level. Mrs. D.D. Thakur, District Welfare Officer, Chamba and Mrs. Anita Gautam, District Employment Officer, Una were awarded for Best District level Officers category. S.R. Gautam, District Welfare Office, Hamirpur, Baldev Singh, Statistics Office, Bilaspur, Mrs. Krishna, Statistics Office, Nahan were awarded 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes respectively for best official at district level category. Deputy Commissioner Kullu and Bhim Singh Chauhan, DLO, Mandi were also honoured.

Municipal Corporation, Shimla, Social Welfare Board and Khadi Gramodyug Board were awarded 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes respectively.

Jammu and Kashmir children calls on CM

Shimla: 33 children of Chinar Corps of Indian Army hailing from Killore, Kupwara region of Jammu and Kashmir lead by Major Rudra, touring various states of the country under Operation Sadbhavana launched to provide exposure to the children affected by insurgency in Jammu and Kashmir, called on Virbhadra Singh, Chief Minister, today.

Chief Minister welcomed the group to Himachal Pradesh, informed them about various developmental and allied activities taking place in the state besides replying to their various querries to fulfill their quest for knowledge of the state.

Singh called upon the children of Jammu and Kashmir to uphold the nationalism above all and become the ambassadors of peace, communal harmony and non-violence to build a strong Jammu and Kashmir.

Major Rudra, the group leader apprised the Chief Minister of the motive of the Operation Sadbhavana and the goodwill activities started by the armed forces in the insurgency affected areas of Jammu and Kashmir.Children sang patriotic and Kashmiri songs.
Lt. Col. S.S.Rana of ARTRAC was coordinating officer of the army.

3 dead, 1 injured in Himachal as van rolls into gorge

Shimla:Three persons died on the spot and one was seriously injured when a van on its way from Gopalpur to Rampur went of the road and fell into a gorge in the interiors of Shimla hills. The dead were identified as Chinta Ram (34), Padam (30) and Kamala Devi (32). Driver of the vehicle, Gopal, was seriously injured and has been admitted to the government hospital at Rampur. The accident near Baruni Nallah, 135 Km from the state capital, took place at about 10 in the morning, police sources said. The cause of the accident could not be ascertained.

NREGA to be implemented in remaining districts of Himachal


National Rural Employment Guarantee Act to be implemented in all the remaining eight districts of the State from October 10, this year while four districts Sirmour, Chamba, Mandi and Kangra had already been covered under the national ambitious programme.

This was stated by Shri Virbhadra Singh, Chief Minister, while addressing a public meeting at Shillai, the remote area of district Sirmour, after he laid the foundation stone of newly sanctioned college building complex estimated to cost Rs. 7.5 crore and dedication of helipad constructed at a cost of Rs. 15 lakh to the people of the area.

Chief Minister said that people of the State were indebted to the UPA government which had envisioned the ambitious programme to ensure minimum of 100 days guaranteed employment to the rural people near to their homes. He said that the NREGA had been announced to be implemented from next financial year, while the state would be implementing the programme from October 10,2007, so that the benefits were delivered to the targetted groups. He said that it was a tribute to the Father of the nation, Mahatma Gandhi who dreamt “Gram Swaraj”.

Shri Virbhadra Singh said that State Government had decided to double the Public Distribution ration quota to all the categories of ration card holders from 1st October, onwards. He said that Antyodaya, BPL, IRDP and other general category of ration card holders would now be eligible to draw double quota of the subsidized ration from fair price shops. He said that H.P. was the first State in the country which had made such provision to check the price rise in essential commodities in an effective way.

Shri Virbhadra Singh said creating best educational infrastructure in rural area had been the policy of the State Government. He said that so far 72 degree colleges had been made functional, majority of which were in rural areas. He said that 22 new Government degree colleges had been opened in the remote, tribal and difficult areas. With this programme government was committed to make Himachal Pradesh a ” Knowledge Hub” where private participation would be encouraged.

Another function of CM was organized at Kafota in Shillai assembly constituency.

‘One ITI would be opened at Kaffota, Sub-Tehsil upgraded to full-fledged tehsil of Kamrau to facilitate the people of the area with revenue and industrial training facilities to the local youth of the area’, this was stated by Shri Virbhadra Singh, Chief Minister while addressing a mammoth public meeting at Kaffota after he dedicated Milk Chilling Plant constructed at a cost of Rs. 85 lakh to the farmers of the area and laid foundation stone of Science Block of Govt. Senior Secondary School, Kaffota at an estimated cost of Rs. 50 lakh, today.

Chief Minister announced upgradation of Govt. High School, Katwal, Channi to Senior Secondary Schools, Govt. Middle School Poka and Kando Shagawa to Govt. High School to facilitate local students avail of higher education facilities.

He said that medical college, Dr. Rajendra Prasad Govt. Medical College, Kangra at Tanda was complete and ready to be dedicated very soon, which had been completed at a cost of Rs. 400 crore. He said that one more medical college to be started soon at Mandi and private sector medical college at Hamirpur.

He said that the Milch Chilling Plant of Kaffota would generate annual income of Rs. 100 crore to the local people and benefit 2500 milk producing families which had formed 20 cooperative societies in the area. He said that rural women would be the main beneficiaries under the programme.

Later, Chief Minister also dedicated PWD Rest House at Jakhna completed at a cost of Rs. 50 lakh and the foundation-stone of the Rohgvi-Piabhar-Mashli Water supply scheme to be constructed at a cost of Rs. 2.20 crore to benefit 19 villages of the area.

UK MP’s discuss ways to support Tibetan campaign for freedom of Tibet

A leading 5-member delegation from the UK parliament, presently on a five-day historic visit to Dharamshala met the members of the Tibetan parliament in exile to discuss ways in which the members can give support to Tibet’s non-violent campaign for freedom and self-determination.

Harry Cohen, MP and Chair of the All Party Parliamentary Group for Tibet said, “We are further strengthened in our resolve to provide solidarity for the cause of genuine Tibetan autonomy and will continue to help in any way we can.”

Cohen added, “We have seen also examples of Tibetans’ distinct cultural identity in their schools and arts,” adding, “that identity needs to be saved for the world, but it is also the Tibetans’ right to express it in their own homeland.”

In his address, Norman Baker, MP and President of the Tibet Society said, “There is a very strong development of democracy in Tibetan Parliament-in-Exile, and a robust parliament.”

He added, “We are honored to meet the Dalai Lama yesterday for a very long interesting session,” adding, “the audience was proactive and practical, with His Holiness speaking frankly about his concerns for the Tibetan people.”

He said” We are very conscious as British MPs for the role we must play in order to take matter forward in a more constructive way on the issue Tibet,”

“We recognize the strong historic link between Tibet and United Kingdom , and it is a historic fact that Tibet is an independent country,” Baker said.

He said the members are concerned about the consequences of the construction of railway into Tibet, which brings large number of Han Chinese into Tibet , posing danger of population imbalance in Tibet.

“We are particularly concerned about the human rights situation and repression of religious freedom and the interference by the Beijing government in religious appointment,” he added.

Saying that the Chinese were not sincere during the six rounds of negotiations, Norman further added, we need to recognize the opportunity next year, when Beijing is in spotlight with the Olympics, to bring united message from British States and the European Union to engage Beijing to constructive dialogue.

Five Tibetan beauties for the Miss Tibet 2007 contest

Five Tibetan beauties are vying for the Miss Tibet2007 contest that will be held at Dharamshala later this month. These beauties will have to go through seven competition rounds, according to Lobsang Wanagyal, the man behind the pageant

He said in fact, for this year, there is one less in number compared to last year’s. Nevertheless, Lobsang is adamant and is hopeful to add more contestants in coming years, as he promises to continue with the beauty show.

“The enthusiasm with which more than ten women applied is a clear sign of hope to have even more contestants in the future” Lobsang said at the beauty pageant’s press conference.

Deeki Dolma, 20, from Gangtok, Sikkim; Tenzin Dolma, 21, from McLeod Ganj; Tenzin Pema, 19, from Clement Town, Dehradun; Tenzing Dolma, 25, from Gangtok, Sikkim and Tsering Yangzom, 20, from Kollegal, Karnataka are contesting for this year’s Tibetan beauty title.

“To represent and promote Tibet by taking part in Miss Tibet,” is the sole purpose of taking part in the contest for Deeki Dolma from Sikkim .

Before the actual final competition rounds would begin from 12 to 14 October, the contestants will undergo a week-long training, which among others includes yoga, dance and catwalk, Lobsang said. A week-long training will be accompanied by orientation on Tibetan history, culture and current affairs, environmental issues, human rights and music and, visits to Tibetan Government-in-Exile, NGOs and institutions.

The contestants were shown “Miss Tibet in Exile”, a documentary film on Miss Tibet pageant, directed by Tashi Wangchuk and Tsultrim Dorjee of Tibet Motion Pictures & Arts.

Miss Tibet 2006, Tsering Chungdak successfully participated in the Miss Earth contest last year and won “Miss Good-Will” title of the pageant.

“We hope to produce yet another memorable edition of the Miss Tibet pageant,” says Lobsang.


A mad stray dog created panic in the Nahan town in the after noon today. Dog took a round almost half of the town and bite 25 persons who so ever came in the way.
The mad dog suddenly attacked school children at about 2.30 PM and went on biting every person or dog what so ever came to its contact. No body could control the rampage of the dog and number of persons bitten raised to 25 including 8 children and one Army person. Eye witnesses said that dog was very violent.
As per Chief Medical Officer Sirmour Dr. D. K. Oberoi 25 persons had reported in the district Hospital till late this evening with the injuries of Dog bites. He said that four persons with serious injuries on the different parts of their body had been referred to IGMC Shimla. He said that they required some special treatment and medicines which were not available here.
Eyewitnesses told this correspondent that mad dog had bitten over 18 dogs also in the town. They fear that in the coming days such horrible incidents may be repeated if the stray dogs of the town were not killed immediately by the authorities for the sake of safety of the residents of this town. They said that mad dog was big one in size and it was very difficult task to counter its violent attacks, it was the reason that some people who tried to save themselves were severely bitten. In the different parts of the town people counts over two hundreds stray dogs roaming in the streets of the town without any check. They said that these stray dogs had put a threat on the security of residents specially school children of the town.
When information reached in the office of Municipal Council Nahan a team of workers was dispatched to kill the dog but in vain. Municipal Council Executive Officer Mr. R. R. Sharma and Vice Chairman Avinash Gupta were also out with the MC team in the hunt of mad dog. Mr Sharma told this correspondent that mad dog was killed by some villager near Cantonment area late this evening which was buried by the Municipal workers. Mr. Sharma said that residents of the town had reported MC officials that there were a large number of stray dogs roaming in the town but Municipal Council had no power to kill these dogs. He said that MC was giving serious thought to this problem and some solution would come out shortly to come out of this problem.

The Mystery of the Iron Box

Author: Bruce Campbell (1909-1995)
Published: 1952
LoC No.: 52013027
Title: The Mystery of the Iron Box
Language: English
LoC Class PZ: Language and Literatures: Juvenile belles lettres
Subject: Detective and mystery stories
Subject: Counterfeits and counterfeiting — Juvenile fiction
Category: Education
EBook-No.: 48144
From: Project Gutenberg



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KEN HOLT Mystery Stories

Ken stifled a gasp. All over the table lay crisp counterfeit ten-dollar bills.

A KEN HOLT Mystery

By Bruce Campbell





I A Cold Draft 1
II A Fire 15
III A Scrap of Film 27
IV Booby Trap 39
V The Missing Ounces 50
VI Unexpected Caller 60
VII An Exploded Theory 75
VIII A Package Changes Hands 84
IX One More Link 94
X Nothing to Sneeze At 109
XI A Scheme for Attack 121
XII Cornered 132
XIII A Desperate Plan 143
XIV Heading for Deep Waters 157
XV Catapult 166
XVI With the Help of Fire 174
XVII Robbed by the Waves 183
XVIII The Iron Box Again 193
XIX Out of the Sky 202
XX Front-Page News 209



Temperatures fall after snow in higher reaches of Himachal

Shimla: The higher altitude areas of Lahaul Spiti and Kinnuar districts of Himachal Pradesh are experiencing snow, while lower areas were lashed by rain, plummeting temperatures in the state, the met office said. The higher altitude areas of the twin districts are experiencing snow since this morning and the met office said Patsio in Lahaul Spiti had recorded about 17 cm of snow by 1630 hrs.

It said several mountain peaks and passes are also receiving snowfall for the last few days following which the entire tribal areas and other surrounding areas were under intense coldwave conditions.

Several important roads and passes, including Rohtang Pass and Baralachala Pass, had also received snow during the past few days following which the Border Roads Organisation (BRO) has informed that Manali-Sarchu and Tandi-Killar-Sansari roads would be closed for vehicular traffic from October 31, this year. It said that the extreme weather conditions and heavy snowfall does not allow movement of vehicles during the winter season.

Since BRO would not be in a position to to carry out any snow clearing operations or evacuate anyone after October 31, the local people are advised not try crossing over these passes during the winters, it said. The met office said thick clouds were also hovering the Kullu and Chamba districts of the state, official sources said.

Meanwhile, the minimum temperatures across the state plummeted due to snow at higher reaches, though a few places in the mid hills recorded a marginal increase in the maximum temperature during the day, the met office said. The night temperature at Shimla dropped to 11.5 degrees from yesterday’s low of 12.4 degree Celsius, while Sundernagar, Bhuntar and Dharamshala recorded night temperatures of 11.5, 12.8 and 16 degree Celsius as against 13.5, 15 and 17.1 degree Celsius recorded yesterday.

The met office said the minimum temperature at Kalpa dropped further to three degrees, while the maximum plummeted to 12.9 degrees from yesterday’s high of 18.9 degree Celsius after three mm rain during the day.

Sundernagar, Bhuntar and Dharamshala recorded a day temperature of 31.4, 27.6 and 27.4 degree Celsius respectively, it said.
The met office has forecast more snow and rain in the higher altitude areas of the tribal districts of the state during the next 24 hrs.

Bob Dexter and the Storm Mountain Mystery; or, The Secret of the Log Cabin by Baker

Author: Baker
Published: 1899
Title: Bob Dexter and the Storm Mountain Mystery; or, The Secret of the Log Cabin
Language: English
Subject: Detective and mystery stories
Subject: Boys — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public Domain

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Prisoners in Devil’s Bog

Author: Lloyd, Hugh
Published: 1945
Title: Prisoners in Devil’s Bog
A Skippy Dare Mystery Story
Language: English
Subject: Detective and mystery stories
Subject: Boys — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public Domain

Begin of the book:

Frontispiece (Page 111)

Author of
The Hal Keen Mystery Stories

Copyright, 1934, by
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America

I On the Trail
II Crashing In
III A Bargain
IV John Doe
V A Friendly Face
VI A Suspicion
VII The House Forgotten
VIII Timmy
IX Trapped
X The Way of Devlin
XI Overheard
XII The Storm
XIII The Evergreen Tree
XIV Talk Among Friends
XV His Job
XVI A Note
XVII A Change of Plans
XVIII The Search
XIX Hope in the Attic
XX Timmy?
XXI Do Dreams Come True?
XXII Devlin’s Return
XXIII Nickie Reasons
XXIV Waiting
XXV A Passing Face
XXVI Golden Opportunity
XXVII Accusations
XXVIII The Mice Will Play
XXX Devil’s Bog
XXXI Doomed
XXXII Another Day




When Skippy Dare entered the big office building he found himself in an enchanted realm. He had never before visited one of these commercial palaces and he gazed about him in speechless awe. He found the revolving door so delightful that it seemed like some freakish entertainment in an amusement park, and he indulged himself with the giddy sensation of going around and around in it until a uniformed elevator starter brusquely ordered him out.

Instead, he went in.

Observing the rather ornate cigar and candy booth, he invested in a gooey chocolate bar which he ate while studying the alphabetical list of offices. He was deeply impressed with this imposing directory and experienced a thrill of triumph when at last his searching eyes discovered the name,INTERNATIONAL DETECTIVE AGENCY—7-721-728.

He was now on the trail, he told himself, though, to be sure, the least false move might prove fatal (a phrase which he had read in a detective story) for the eye of the starter was still upon him and he did not look the more kindly on Skippy because of the liquefied chocolate which now decorated the border of the boy’s mouth. His spirit mounted when he had attained the safety of a gorgeous elevator where every thrill of its dizzy ascent brought him nearer to the famous detective agency’s offices.

Skippy, you must know, longed to be a great sleuth. He had lately read in a newspaper of the rounding up of a gang of counterfeiters by the famous Carlton Conne, head of the International office. That was the spark which brought about the certainty that apprehending criminals was the career which a kindly fate would offer him.

It must be understood that there was some color of reason to this bizarre choice of a vocation. He had grown up on the waterfront among characters sufficiently dubious. Few detectives, however great their prowess and renown, had come into so much personal contact with the lawless element of the river front as had Skippy. A motherless urchin since infancy and lacking paternal care for a period in which his father had been unjustly jailed, his forced association with this motley crew had given him a remarkable insight about people in general.

That Skippy’s father was at last liberated and his good name restored is not a part of this narrative. Suffice it to say, that the hapless man did not long survive after his liberation. He left his young and lonely son to the tender mercies of an aunt who lived on the east side of the great city. And, though Skippy was destined to have many narrow escapes in the course of his spectacular career, perhaps the narrowest of all was his escape from being put in an orphan asylum.

Like many great men he was denied the benefit of an early education. Mrs. Kinney, weak in finances but strong in resolve, triumphed over the Board of Education, and Skippy was given working papers which conferred on him the inestimable privilege of earning his living.

So we find him stepping out of the elevator on the seventh floor of the mammoth office building whistling blithely, yet distinctly conscious of the long trousers (his first) which were such an integral part of the new six dollar suit he was wearing. His aunt had parted with this enormous sum only because of the inauguration of his business career.

On the door of room 721 was the magic word ENTER and Skippy paused with his hand on the knob, giving himself a delicious moment before making the grand plunge. It may be that he fully expected to see a handcuffed burglar or two when he opened the door. But no such thrilling sight awaited him. There was nothing more startling than a richly furnished waiting room at the end of which sat a pretty young lady.

She peered over her gleaming mahogany typewriter desk and paused in her typing with an air of bored expectancy.


“I gotta—eh, I wanta … see … Mr. Carlton Conne,” Skippy stammered.

She extended her hand as if by force of habit and said wearily, “You have a letter to deliver?”

“Nope. I—I wanta see Mr. Conne.”

“Oh, you can’t see Mr. Conne. He’s a very busy man. What do you want?”

“I wanta job.”

“We don’t need any boys now.” The young lady yawned discreetly. “If you want to leave your name and address we’ll send for you if an opening occurs. Did someone send you here?” she asked, handing him a slip of paper and a pencil.

“Nope. I bin wantin’ to work for Mr. Conne since I first read about him in the papers. I wanta learn from him how to be a regular detective like him. That’s the kinda job I want.”

At this naïve confession the girl laughed while Skippy, embarrassed, but still persistent, stood waiting. “So lemme see him?” he urged.

“No, certainly not,” the girl answered a little tersely. “I told you that Mr. Conne is a very busy man and he’s a very important man—if you know what that means. He doesn’t see boys. If we should need an office boy, we can send for you,” she added with an air of finality.

It was a crucial moment to Skippy. He gave a furtive look toward a closed door, beyond which, in some holy of holies, he imagined the great Carlton Conne to be seated. He visualized that shrewd mouth and those keen eyes which he had seen pictured in the newspapers at the astonishing climax of the famous Hawley murder case. But there was no hope. Skippy Dare was baffled by a mere girl at the very threshold of the lion’s den.

Suddenly the door opened and a trim looking young man emerged. It was not the great Carlton Conne. Very casually, it seemed, he closed the door and leaned against it.

“He one of ’em?” he asked briskly.

“Oh, no,” said the girl.

“Well, I wish you’d get in touch up there with the principal, or one of the teachers or somebody, and see if they can’t round up two or three of the kids who were run down. They ought to be able to identify one or two of the gang in that stolen car. According to the wop that keeps the banana stand, there were a bunch of ’em coming out of school when the car ploughed through. There must be at least two who could make some identification. The chief wants to get at least two of ’em down as soon as possible.”

“I’ll see what I can do, but if the two who were run down were the only ones that could identify….”

“Well, you know the chief; he wants what he wants when he wants it. Even if their necks were broken he’d expect ’em to remember whether or not they saw a machine gun in that car. So that’s that.”

The girl seemed listlessly tolerant. “I’ll get in touch with them as soon as I come back from lunch. Will that do?”

The young man nodded and the door closed behind him. Skippy too departed, thoughtfully, hopefully, and with machine guns booming in his active brain. Gangsters, a stolen car! The International was on the trail of something.

The question uppermost in his mind was—how long a time would the typist remain out at lunch? He hurried down the hall, then darted into the shadow of a stairway from which vantage point he could keep his bright eyes on the International Agency’s door.

There was no doubt of it now—Skippy too was on the trail of something.



It was only a matter of seconds when the door of the International offices opened and the pretty typist stepped into the hall. Her high heels clicked briskly along the tiled floor and she looked neither to the right nor left, but hurried straight to the elevators.

Skippy, meanwhile, had backed down farther into the shadow and was standing on the landing, his slim body almost rigid against the cool wall. There was a moment’s silence in which he stood tense, listening, until at last the metallic clang of the elevator door opening and closing echoed down to him.

He relaxed immediately and his face crinkled in a smile. With a weather eye on the landing above and the landing below he hastily removed his coat and tore from his new white shirt a goodly strip of the muslin. This had the effect of setting his collar and tie somewhat awry but he hadn’t time to worry over that detail. He was too busy improvising a presentable sling in which to rest his left arm. He had a momentary impulse to bandage his head also, but he was too true an artist to overdo the thing.

Be that as it may, luck was with him, for a moment later, when he presented himself at the International offices, he found a small group of men, presumably detectives, talking earnestly in the reception room. One glance at Skippy and two of the men hurried forward to open the door just beyond.

“Here y’are, kid—this way,” said one, smilingly. “You’ll see a door to your right markedCarlton Conne—Private—that’s where you’re to go. Mr. Conne wants to see some of you kids.”

Skippy grinned amiably.

He was not afraid, as he trudged manfully into the holy of holies to confront the famous head of the world-renowned detective agency, whose picture he had so many times seen in the newspapers.

The great detective was not an awe-inspiring spectacle. He sat in his shirt sleeves, his chair tilted back and his feet resting on the desk. He was a stocky, middle-aged man with a bristly moustache and a crisp, aggressive look. Also he was smoking a long black cigar (Skippy soon learned that this was a fixed habit with the man) which he dexterously moved from one end of his mouth to the other as he talked. When he listened, he had a…

Myths & Legends of Japan

Publish date: 1949
Author: Davis
Title: Myths & Legends of Japan
Alternate Title Myths and Legends of Japan
Language: English
LoC Class GR: Geography, Anthropology, Recreation: Folklore
Subject: Folklore — Japan
Subject: Legends — Japan
Subject: Mythology, Japanese

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The Lovers who exchanged Fans. Fr. (See page 245)


[Pg v]


In writing Myths and Legends of Japan I have been much indebted to numerous authorities on Japanese subjects, and most especially to Lafcadio Hearn, who first revealed to me the Land of the Gods. It is impossible to enumerate all the writers who have assisted me in preparing this volume. I have borrowed from their work as persistently as Japan has borrowed from other countries, and I sincerely hope that, like Japan herself, I have made good use of the material I have obtained from so many sources.

I am indebted to Professor Basil Hall Chamberlain for placing his work at my disposal, and I have found his encyclopædic volume, Things Japanese, his translation of the Kojiki, hisMurray’s Hand-book for Japan (in collaboration with W. B. Mason), and his Japanese Poetry, of great value. I thank the Executors of the late Dr. W. G. Aston for permission to quote from this learned authority’s work. I have made use of his translation of the Nihongi (Transactions of the Japan Society, 1896) and have gathered much useful material from A History of Japanese Literature. I am indebted to Mr. F. Victor Dickins for allowing me to make use of his translation of the Taketori Monogatari and the Ho-jō-ki. My friend Mrs. C. M. Salwey has taken a sympathetic interest in my work, which has been invaluable to me. Her book, Fans of Japan, has supplied me with an exquisite legend, and many of her articles have yielded a rich harvest. I warmly thank Mr. Yone Noguchi for allowing me to quote from his poetry, and also Miss Clara A. Walsh for so kindly putting at my disposal her fascinating volume, The Master-Singers of Japan, published by Mr. John Murray in the “Wisdom of the East” series. My thanks are[Pg vi] due to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin Company, for allowing me to quote from Lafcadio Hearn’s Glimpses of Unfamiliar Japan and The Japanese Letters of Lafcadio Hearn; to Messrs. George Allen & Sons, for giving me permission to quote from Sir F. T. Piggott’s Garden of Japan; to the Editor of the Academy, for permitting me to reprint my article on “Japanese Poetry,” and to Messrs. Cassell and Co. Ltd., for allowing me to reproduce “The Garden of Japan,” which I originally contributed to Cassell’s Magazine. The works of Dr. William Anderson, Sir Ernest Satow, Lord Redesdale, Madame Ozaki, Mr. R. Gordon Smith, Captain F. Brinkley, the late Rev. Arthur Lloyd, Mr. Henri L. Joly, Mr. K. Okakura, the Rev. W. E. Griffis, and others, have been of immense value to me, and in addition I very warmly thank all those writers I have left unnamed, through want of space, whose works have assisted me in the preparation of this volume.

[Pg vii]



[Pg viii]A Note on Japanese Poetry
Gods and Goddesses
Genealogy of the Age of the Gods
Index of Poetical Quotations
Glossary and Index

[Pg ix]


The Lovers who exchanged Fans Frontispiece
Uzume awakens the Curiosity of Ama-terasu
Susa-no-o and Kushi-nada-hime
Hoori and the Sea God’s Daughter
Yorimasa slays the Vampire
Yorimasa and Benkei attacked by a ghostly company of the Taira Clan
Raiko and the Enchanted Maiden
Raiko slays the Goblin of Oyeyama
Prince Yamato and Takeru
Momotaro and the Pheasant
Hidesato and the Centipede
The Moonfolk demand the Lady Kaguya
Buddha and the Dragon
The Mikado and the Jewel Maiden
A Kakemono Ghost
Sengen, the Goddess of Mount Fuji
Visu on Mount Fuji-Yama
Kiyo and the Priest
Yuki-Onna, the Lady of the Snow
Shingé and Yoshisawa by the Violet Well
Matsu rescues Teoyo
Shinzaburō recognised Tsuyu and her maid Yoné
The Jelly-Fish and the Monkey
The Firefly Battle
The Maiden of Unai
Urashima and the Sea King’s Daughter
Tokoyo and the Sea Serpent
The Kappa and his Victim
Kato Sayemon in his Palace of the Shōgun Ashikaga
Tōtarō and Samébito

[Pg xi]


Pierre Loti in Madame Chrysanthème, Gilbert and Sullivan in The Mikado, and Sir Edwin Arnold inSeas and Lands, gave us the impression that Japan was a real fairyland in the Far East. We were delighted with the prettiness and quaintness of that country, and still more with the prettiness and quaintness of the Japanese people. We laughed at their topsy-turvy ways, regarded the Japanese woman, in her rich-coloured kimono, as altogether charming and fascinating, and had a vague notion that the principal features of Nippon were the tea-houses, cherry-blossom, and geisha. Twenty years ago we did not take Japan very seriously. We still listen to the melodious music of The Mikado, but now we no longer regard Japan as a sort of glorified willow-pattern plate. The Land of the Rising Sun has become the Land of the Risen Sun, for we have learnt that her quaintness and prettiness, her fairy-like manners and customs, were but the outer signs of a great and progressive nation. To-day we recognise Japan as a power in the East, and her victory over the Russian has made her army and navy famous throughout the world.

The Japanese have always been an imitative nation, quick to absorb and utilise the religion, art, and social life of China, and, having set their own national seal upon what they have borrowed from the Celestial Kingdom, to look elsewhere for material that should strengthen and advance their position. This imitative quality is one of Japan’s most marked characteristics. She has ever been loath to impart information to others, but ready at all times to gain access to any form of knowledge likely to make for her advancement. In the fourteenth century Kenkō wrote in his Tsure-dzure-gusa:[Pg xii] “Nothing opens one’s eyes so much as travel, no matter where,” and the twentieth-century Japanese has put this excellent advice into practice. He has travelled far and wide, and has made good use of his varied observations. Japan’s power of imitation amounts to genius. East and West have contributed to her greatness, and it is a matter of surprise to many of us that a country so long isolated and for so many years bound by feudalism should, within a comparatively short space of time, master our Western system of warfare, as well as many of our ethical and social ideas, and become a great world-power. But Japan’s success has not been due entirely to clever imitation, neither has her place among the foremost nations been accomplished with such meteor-like rapidity as some would have us suppose.

We hear a good deal about the New Japan to-day, and are too prone to forget the significance of the Old upon which the present régime has been founded. Japan learnt from England, Germany and America all the tactics of modern warfare. She established an efficient army and navy on Western lines; but it must be remembered that Japan’s great heroes of to-day, Togo and Oyama, still have in their veins something of the old samurai spirit, still reflect through their modernity something of the meaning of Bushido. The Japanese character is still Japanese and not Western. Her greatness is to be found in her patriotism, in her loyalty and whole-hearted love of her country. Shintōism has taught her to revere the mighty dead; Buddhism, besides adding to her religious ideals, has contributed to her literature and art, and Christianity has had its effect in introducing all manner of beneficent social reforms.

There are many conflicting theories in regard to the racial origin of the Japanese people, and we have no[Pg xiii] definite knowledge on the subject. The first inhabitants of Japan were probably the Ainu, an Aryan people who possibly came from North-Eastern Asia at a time when the distance separating the Islands from the mainland was not so great as it is to-day. The Ainu were followed by two distinct Mongol invasions, and these invaders had no difficulty in subduing their predecessors; but in course of time the Mongols were driven northward by Malays from the Philippines. “By the year A.D. 500 the Ainu, the Mongol, and the Malay elements in the population had become one nation by much the same process as took place in England after the Norman Conquest. To the national characteristics it may be inferred that the Ainu contributed the power of resistance, the Mongol the intellectual qualities, and the Malay that handiness and adaptability which are the heritage of sailor-men.”[1] Such authorities as Baelz and Rein are of the opinion that the Japanese are Mongols, and although they have intermarried with the Ainu, “the two nations,” writes Professor B. H. Chamberlain, “are as distinct as the whites and reds in North America.” In spite of the fact that the Ainu is looked down upon in Japan, and regarded as a hairy aboriginal of interest to the anthropologist and the showman, a poor despised creature, who worships the bear as the emblem of strength and fierceness, he has, nevertheless, left his mark upon Japan. Fuji was possibly a corruption of Huchi, or Fuchi, the Ainu Goddess of Fire, and there is no doubt that these aborigines originated a vast number of geographical names, particularly in the north of the main island, that are recognisable to this day. We can also trace Ainu influence in regard to certain Japanese superstitions, such as the belief in the Kappa, or river monster.

[Pg xiv]

The Chinese called Japan Jih-pén, “the place the sun comes from,” because the archipelago was situated on the east of their own kingdom, and our word Japan and Nippon are corruptions of Jih-pén. Marco Polo called the country Zipangu, and one ancient name describes it as “The-Luxuriant-Reed-Plains-the-land-of-Fresh -Rice-Ears-of-a-Thousand-Autumns-of-Long-Five-Hundred-Autumns.” We are not surprised to find that such a very lengthy and descriptive title is not used by the Japanese to-day; but it is of interest to know that the old word for Japan, Yamato, is still frequently employed, Yamato Damashii signifying “The Spirit of Unconquerable Japan.” Then, again, we still hear Japan referred to as The Island of the Dragon-fly. We are told in the old Japanese Chronicles that the Emperor, in 630 B.C., ascended a hill called Waki Kamu no Hatsuma, from which he was able to view the land on all sides. He was much impressed by the beauty of the country, and said that it resembled “a dragon-fly licking its hinder parts,” and the Island received the name of Akitsu-Shima (“Island of the Dragon-fly”).

The Kojiki, or “Records of Ancient Matters,” completed A.D. 712, deals with the early traditions of the Japanese race, commencing with the myths, the basis of Shintōism, and gradually becoming more historical until it terminates in A.D. 628. Dr. W. G. Aston writes in A History of Japanese Literature: “The Kojiki, however valuable it may be for research into the mythology, the manners, the language, and the legends of early Japan, is a very poor production, whether we consider it as literature or as a record of facts. As history it cannot be compared with the Nihongi,[2] a contemporary work[Pg xv] in Chinese; while the language is a strange mixture of Chinese and Japanese, which there has been little attempt to endue with artistic quality. The circumstances under which it was composed are a partial explanation of the very curious style in which it is written. We are told that a man named Yasumaro, learned in Chinese, took it down from the lips of a certain Hiyeda no Are, who had such a wonderful memory that he ‘could repeat with his mouth whatever was placed before his eyes, and record in his heart whatever struck his ears.'” It is possible that Hiyeda no Are was one of the Kataribe or “Reciters,” whose duty it was to recite “ancient words” before the Mikado at the Court of Nara on certain State occasions.

The Kojiki and the Nihongi are the sources from which we learn the early myths and legends of Japan. In their pages we are introduced to Izanagi and Izanami, Ama-terasu, Susa-no-o, and numerous other divinities, and these august beings provide us with stories that are quaint, beautiful, quasi-humorous, and sometimes a little horrible. What could be more naïve than the love-making of Izanagi and Izanami, who conceived the idea of marrying each other after seeing the mating of two wagtails? In this ancient myth we trace the ascendency of the male over the female, an ascendency maintained in Japan until recent times, fostered, no doubt, by Kaibara’sOnna Daigaku, “The Greater Learning for Women.” But in the protracted quarrel between the Sun Goddess and her brother, the Impetuous Male, the old chroniclers lay emphasis upon the villainy of Susa-no-o; and Ama-terasu, a curious mingling of the divine and the feminine, is portrayed as an ideal type of Goddess. She is revealed preparing for warfare, making fortifications by stamping upon the ground, and she is also depicted[Pg xvi] peeping out of her rock-cavern and gazing in the Sacred Mirror. Ama-terasu is the central figure in Japanese mythology, for it is from the Sun Goddess that the Mikados are descended. In the cycle of legends known as the Period of the Gods, we are introduced to the Sacred Treasures, we discover the origin of the Japanese dance, and in imagination wander through the High Plain of Heaven, set foot upon the Floating Bridge, enter the Central Land of Reed-Plains, peep into the Land of Yomi, and follow Prince Fire-Fade into the Palace of the Sea King.

Early heroes and warriors are always regarded as minor divinities, and the very nature of Shintōism, associated with ancestor worship, has enriched those of Japan with many a fascinating legend. For strength, skill, endurance, and a happy knack of overcoming all manner of difficulties by a subtle form of quick-witted enterprise, the Japanese hero must necessarily take a high position among the famous warriors of other countries. There is something eminently chivalrous about the heroes of Japan that calls for special notice. The most valiant men are those who champion the cause of the weak or redress evil and tyranny of every kind, and we trace in the Japanese hero, who is very far from being a crude swashbuckler, these most excellent qualities. He is not always above criticism, and sometimes we find in him a touch of cunning, but such a characteristic is extremely rare, and very far from being a national trait. An innate love of poetry and the beautiful has had its refining influence upon the Japanese hero, with the result that his strength is combined with gentleness.

Benkei is one of the most lovable of Japanese heroes. He possessed the strength of many men, his tact amounted to genius, his sense of humour was strongly[Pg xvii] developed, and the most loving of Japanese mothers could not have shown more gentleness when his master’s wife gave birth to a child. When Yoshitsune and Benkei, at the head of the Minamoto host, had finally vanquished the Taira at the sea-fight of Dan-no-ura, their success awakened the jealousy of the Shōgun, and the two great warriors were forced to fly the country. We follow them across the sea, over mountains, outwitting again and again their numerous enemies. At Matsue a great army was sent out against these unfortunate warriors. Camp-fires stretched in a glittering line about the last resting-place of Yoshitsune and Benkei. In an apartment were Yoshitsune with his wife and little child. Death stood in the room, too, and it was better that Death should come at the order of Yoshitsune than at the command of the enemy without the gate. His child was killed by an attendant, and, holding his beloved wife’s head under his left arm, he plunged his sword deep into her throat. Having accomplished these things, Yoshitsune committed hara-kiri. Benkei, however, faced the enemy. He stood with his great legs apart, his back pressed against a rock. When the dawn came he was still standing with his legs apart, a thousand arrows in that brave body of his. Benkei was dead, but his was a death too strong to fall. The sun shone on a man who was a true hero, who had ever made good his words: “Where my lord goes, to victory or to death, I shall follow him.”

Japan is a mountainous country, and in such countries we expect to find a race of hardy, brave men, and certainly the Land of the Rising Sun has given us many a warrior worthy to rank with the Knights of King Arthur. More than one legend deals with the destruction of devils and goblins, and of the rescue of[Pg xviii] maidens who had the misfortune to be their captives. One hero slays a great monster that crouched upon the roof of the Emperor’s palace, another despatches the Goblin of Oyeyama, another thrusts his sword through a gigantic spider, and another slays a serpent. All the Japanese heroes, whatever enterprise they may be engaged in, reveal the spirit of high adventure, and that loyalty of purpose, that cool disregard for danger and death which are still characteristic of the Japanese people to-day.

“The Bamboo-Cutter and the Moon-Maiden” (Chapter III) is adapted from a tenth-century story called Taketori Monogatari, and is the earliest example of the Japanese romance. The author is unknown, but he must have had an intimate knowledge of court life in Kyōto. All the characters in this very charming legend are Japanese, but most of the incidents have been borrowed from China, a country so rich in picturesque fairy-lore. Mr. F. V. Dickins writes concerning theTaketori Monogatari: “The art and grace of the story of the Lady Kaguya are native, its unstrained pathos, its natural sweetness, are its own, and in simple charm and purity of thought and language it has no rival in the fiction of either the Middle Kingdom or of the Dragon-fly Land.”

In studying Japanese legend one is particularly struck by its universality and also by its very sharp contrasts. Most nations have deified the sun and moon, the stars and mountains, and all the greatest works of Nature; but the Japanese have described the red blossoms of azaleas as the fires of the Gods, and the white snow of Fuji as the garments of Divine Beings. Their legend, on the one hand at any rate, is essentially poetical, and those who worshipped Mount Fuji also had ghostly tales to tell about the smallest insect. Too much stress[Pg xix] cannot be laid upon Japan’s love of Nature. The early myths recorded in the Kojiki and Nihongi are of considerable interest, but they cannot be compared with the later legends that have given souls to trees and flowers and butterflies, or with those pious traditions that have revealed so tenderly and yet so forcibly the divine significance of Nature. The Festival of the Dead could only have originated among a people to whom the beautiful is the mainstay and joy of life, for that festival is nothing less than a call to the departed dead to return to their old earthly haunts in the summer-time, to cross green hills dotted with pine-trees, to wander down winding ways, by lake and seashore, to linger in old, well-loved gardens, and to pass into homes where, without being seen, they see so much. To the Japanese mind, to those who still preserve the spirit of Old Yamato, the most glowing account of a Buddhist Paradise is not so fair as Japan in the summer-time.

Perhaps it is as well that Japanese myth, legend, fairy tale, and folk-lore are not exclusively poetical, or we should be in danger of becoming satiated with too much sweetness. It may be that we admire the arches of a Gothic cathedral none the less for having gazed upon the hideous gargoyles on the outside of the sacred edifice, and in the legends of Japan we find many grotesques in sharp contrast with the traditions associated with the gentle and loving Jizō. There is plenty of crude realism in Japanese legend. We are repelled by the Thunder God’s favourite repast, amazed by the magical power of foxes and cats; and the story of “Hōïchi-the-Earless” and of the corpse-eating priest afford striking examples of the combination of the weird and the horrible. In one story we laugh over the antics of a performing kettle, and in another we are[Pg xx] almost moved to tears when we read about a little Japanese quilt that murmured: “Elder Brother probably is cold? Nay, thou probably art cold?”

We have had numerous volumes of Japanese fairy tales, but hitherto no book has appeared giving a comprehensive study of the myths and legends of a country so rich in quaint and beautiful traditions, and it is hoped that the present volume, the result of much pleasant labour, will be a real contribution to the subject. I have made no attempt to make a complete collection of Japanese myths and legends because their number is legion; but I have endeavoured to make a judicious selection that shall at any rate be representative, and many of the stories contained in this volume will be new to the general reader.

Lafcadio Hearn wrote in one of his letters: “The fairy world seized my soul again, very softly and sweetly—as a child might a butterfly,” and if we too would adopt a similar spirit, we shall journey to the Land of the Gods, where the great Kōbō Daishi will write upon the sky and running water, upon our very hearts, something of the glamour and magic of Old Japan. With Kōbō Daishi for guide we shall witness the coming of Mount Fuji, wander in the Palace of the Sea King and in the Land of Perpetual Youth, watch the combats of mighty heroes, listen to the wisdom of saints, cross the Celestial River on a bridge of birds, and when we are weary nestle in the long sleeve of the ever-smiling Jizō.


[1]The Full Recognition of Japan, by Robert P. Porter.

[2]Chronicles of Japan, completed A.D. 720, deals, in an interesting manner, with the myths, legends, poetry and history from the earliest times down to A.D. 697.

[Pg 21]


In the Beginning

We are told that in the very beginning “Heaven and Earth were not yet separated, and the In andYo not yet divided.” This reminds us of other cosmogony stories. The In and Yo, corresponding to the Chinese Yang and Yin, were the male and female principles. It was more convenient for the old Japanese writers to imagine the coming into being of creation in terms not very remote from their own manner of birth. In Polynesian mythology we find pretty much the same conception, where Rangi and Papa represented Heaven and Earth, and further parallels may be found in Egyptian and other cosmogony stories. In nearly all we find the male and female principles taking a prominent, and after all very rational, place. We are told in the Nihongithat these male and female principles “formed a chaotic mass like an egg which was of obscurely defined limits and contained germs.” Eventually this egg was quickened into life, and the purer and clearer part was drawn out and formed Heaven, while the heavier element settled down and became Earth, which was “compared to the floating of a fish sporting on the surface of the water.” A mysterious form resembling a reed-shoot suddenly appeared between Heaven and Earth, and as suddenly became transformed into a God called Kuni-toko-tachi, (“Land-eternal-stand-of-august-thing”). We may pass over the other divine births until we come to the important deities known as Izanagi and Izanami (“Male-who-invites” and “Female-who-invites”). About these beings has been woven an entrancing myth.

[Pg 22]

Izanagi and Izanami

Izanagi and Izanami stood on the Floating Bridge of Heaven and looked down into the abyss. They inquired of each other if there were a country far, far below the great Floating Bridge. They were determined to find out. In order to do so they thrust down a jewel-spear, and found the ocean. Raising the spear a little, water dripped from it, coagulated, and became the island of Onogoro-jima (“Spontaneously-congeal-island”).

Upon this island the two deities descended. Shortly afterwards they desired to become husband and wife, though as a matter of fact they were brother and sister; but such a relationship in the East has never precluded marriage. These deities accordingly set up a pillar on the island. Izanagi walked round one way, and Izanami the other. When they met, Izanami said: “How delightful! I have met with a lovely youth.” One would have thought that this naïve remark would have pleased Izanagi; but it made him, extremely angry, and he retorted: “I am a man, and by that right should have spoken first. How is it that on the contrary thou, a woman, shouldst have been the first to speak? This is unlucky. Let us go round again.” So it happened that the two deities started afresh. Once again they met, and this time Izanagi remarked: “How delightful! I have met a lovely maiden.” Shortly after this very ingenuous proposal Izanagi and Izanami were married.

When Izanami had given birth to islands, seas, rivers, herbs, and trees, she and her lord consulted together, saying: “We have now produced the Great-Eight-Island country, with the mountains, rivers, herbs, and trees. Why should we not produce some one who shall be the Lord of the Universe?”

[Pg 23]

The wish of these deities was fulfilled, for in due season Ama-terasu, the Sun Goddess, was born. She was known as “Heaven-Illumine-of-Great-Deity,” and was so extremely beautiful that her parents determined to send her up the Ladder of Heaven, and in the high sky above to cast for ever her glorious sunshine upon the earth.

Their next child was the Moon God, Tsuki-yumi. His silver radiance was not so fair as the golden effulgence of his sister, the Sun Goddess, but he was, nevertheless, deemed worthy to be her consort. So up the Ladder of Heaven climbed the Moon God. They soon quarrelled, and Ama-terasu said: “Thou art a wicked deity. I must not see thee face to face.” They were therefore separated by a day and night, and dwelt apart.

The next child of Izanagi and Izanami was Susa-no-o (“The Impetuous Male”). We shall return to Susa-no-o and his doings later on, and content ourselves for the present with confining our attention to his parents.

Izanami gave birth to the Fire God, Kagu-tsuchi. The birth of this child made her extremely ill. Izanagi knelt on the ground, bitterly weeping and lamenting. But his sorrow availed nothing, and Izanami crept away into the Land of Yomi (Hades).

Her lord, however, could not live without her, and he too went into the Land of Yomi. When he discovered her, she said regretfully: “My lord and husband, why is thy coming so late? I have already eaten of the cooking-furnace of Yomi. Nevertheless, I am about to lie down to rest. I pray thee do not look at me.”

Izanagi, moved by curiosity, refused to fulfil her wish. It was dark in the Land of Yomi, so he secretly took out his many-toothed comb, broke off a piece, and[Pg 24] lighted it. The sight that greeted him was ghastly and horrible in the extreme. His once beautiful wife had now become a swollen and festering creature. Eight varieties of Thunder Gods rested upon her. The Thunder of the Fire, Earth, and Mountain were all there leering upon him, and roaring with their great voices.

Izanagi grew frightened and disgusted, saying: “I have come unawares to a hideous and polluted land.” His wife retorted: “Why didst thou not observe that which I charged thee? Now am I put to shame.”

Izanami was so angry with her lord for ignoring her wish and breaking in upon her privacy that she sent the Eight Ugly Females of Yomi to pursue him. Izanagi drew his sword and fled down the dark regions of the Underworld. As he ran he took off his headdress, and flung it to the ground. It immediately became a bunch of grapes. When the Ugly Females saw it, they bent down and ate the luscious fruit. Izanami saw them pause, and deemed it wise to pursue her lord herself.

By this time Izanagi had reached the Even Pass of Yomi. Here he placed a huge rock, and eventually came face to face with Izanami. One would scarcely have thought that amid such exciting adventures Izanagi would have solemnly declared a divorce. But this is just what he did do. To this proposal his wife replied: “My dear lord and husband, if thou sayest so, I will strangle to death the people in one day.” This plaintive and threatening speech in no way influenced Izanagi, who readily replied that he would cause to be born in one day no less than fifteen hundred.


The Phantom Friend

Author: Margaret Sutton (1903-2001)
Published: 1991
Title: The Phantom Friend: A Judy Bolton Mystery
Language: English
Subject: Missing persons — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Bolton, Judy (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

Begin of the book:

The Famous JUDY BOLTON Mystery Stories
In Order of Publication


“The film will not be shown again!” Mr. Lenz said

“The film will not be shown again!” Mr. Lenz said

A Judy Bolton Mystery


Margaret Sutton

Grosset & Dunlap


Alice Thorne
Understanding Editor
and Real Friend


IThe Empty Chair1
IIClarissa Valentine8
IIITour Thirteen15
IVStrange Questions22
VImpossible Answers30
VIAn Unfortunate Gift37
VIIA Hidden Danger43
VIIIThe Witch’s Curse51
IXInto the Mist59
XThe Wrong Direction66
XIOn the Train73
XIIA Night of Terror80
XIIIBefore Daylight88
XIVSerious Trouble94
XVThe Wrong Girl101
XVIThe Name on the Calendar107
XVIIA Wanted Thief113
XVIIIThieves of the Mind118
XIXUncovering the Facts125
XXIIReal Phantoms143
XXIIIA Curious Letter149
XXVReal Friends161
XXVITalking Pillows169

The Phantom Friend


The Empty Chair

“I’ve had enough,” exclaimed Irene Meredith, ducking to protect her face from a biting wind that was blowing across the skating area at Radio City. “Wouldn’t you like to go inside now, Judy? It’s really too cold to enjoy ice skating.”

“It is cold,” Judy agreed. “What a difference from the way it was in the summer! They had chairs out here then, and there were flowered umbrellas over the tables. But with the big Christmas tree up, Radio City is still beautiful in spite of the cold. Don’t you wish—”

Judy did not finish the sentence.

“What’s the matter with you two?” Pauline Faulkner demanded as she stopped short, almost colliding with Judy and Irene. “You can’t just stop skating and gaze at the sights. Other people will bump into you. There, I knew it!”


“Watch it!” someone called out just too late.

Florence Garner, the fourth member of the skating party, turned sharply on her skates and went sprawling. But she was soon picking herself up.

“Are you hurt, Flo?” Irene asked solicitously.

“We’re sorry,” Judy added. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m upset in more ways than one,” Florence replied as the four girls skated off the ice. “Nothing is turning out the way I planned it. Pauline said—”

“Never mind what I said,” Judy’s dark-haired friend interrupted. “We’ll discuss it at lunch.”

Ten minutes later the rented skates had been returned, and the four girls were sitting around a table in a nearby restaurant. The waiter served steaming hot soup.

“This will warm us up,” Irene commented over her soup plate. “Remember, Judy, I promised you we’d skate by the golden statue the next time you came to New York, and now we’ve done it.”

“It was fun, but watching your television show will be the real treat,” Judy told her. “When do you have to be at the studio for rehearsal?”

“Not until two. There’s lots of time.” Irene looked at the girl she had first known as Judy Bolton. She herself had been Irene Lang then, a timid little mill worker with a secret ambition to become a singer. Now, although her ambition had been realized and she was also a happy young wife and mother, she still looked to Judy for advice.


“I have a big decision to make,” Irene confessed. “If you were in my place, Judy, you’d know what to do. I don’t want your little namesake to think of her mommy as one of the ‘naughty’ people on television. That’s what she calls the people who do the commercials. We even have a little song we sing about it. Dale and I made it up to amuse little Judy. Of course, I’d never dare use it on my show,” Irene added with a laugh. “The sponsor would never get over it.”

“Sing it, Irene,” Judy urged her.

“Right here?” The Golden Girl of TV and radio looked about the restaurant as if she had been asked to commit a crime. “I couldn’t!”

“You could if you sang it very softly. Come on, I’d like to hear it, too,” Pauline urged.

“Oh, very well,” Irene gave in. “We call it ‘When I Grow Up,’ and it goes like this:

When I grow up I’ll be a teacher or a hostess on a plane,

Or perhaps I’ll be the weather girl and know about the rain.

I might sing and play like Mommy on TV or radio,

But I wouldn’t do commercials,

No, I wouldn’t do commercials,

No, I wouldn’t do commercials and interrupt the show.”

“I don’t like them much either,” agreed Judy after the song was over and she had stopped laughing. “Especially when you see the same thing over and over. It makes a person wonder—”


“Wonder what?” asked Pauline.

Irene laughed. “Judy is always wondering about something,” she explained to Florence Garner. “Her husband, Peter Dobbs, calls her his wonder girl. Peter is—” She paused. “Shall I tell her, Judy?”

“She’ll find out anyway. He’s an FBI agent. It isn’t something you can keep from your friends. Of course,” Judy added, “there are times when it’s better if people don’t know.”

“Criminals, you mean?”

“I mean anybody. Right now Peter is away on an assignment. I don’t even know where he is. But let’s talk about you, Flo,” Judy suggested to change the subject. “Is it all right if I call you by your first name?”

“Of course. I know we just met today, but I feel as if I’d known you always,” the brown-haired girl returned warmly. “Pauline has told me so much about you. I work for an advertising agency on Madison Avenue not far from the office where Emily Grimshaw holds forth.”

Judy laughed. Pauline’s employer was a literary agent who peddled the works of busy authors like Irene’s husband, the detective story writer, Dale Meredith.

“She knows how to get contracts from publishers. Getting advertising accounts isn’t easy, either,” Florence continued. “I’m afraid a good many people share Irene’s feelings about commercials and with reason. You should hear those ad men when they’re in conference.”


“I’ve read about them,” declared Judy. “Is it true that advertising agencies employ psychologists to probe into people’s minds and find out how to make them buy certain products?”

“Of course it’s true.” Pauline, the daughter of a psychiatrist, was indignant about it and said so.

“I don’t see any harm in that,” Flo said defensively. “They push the items they’re paid to put across. Take the golden hair wash people, for instance. It was pure inspiration when they thought of Irene to sponsor their product. Golden Girl—golden hair wash! Can’t you just see it on the TV screen? Their hair wash will sell like crazy—”

“And every girl will be a golden girl. I just can’t agree to it,” Irene interrupted. “I’d have to say I use the stuff when I don’t. My hair is naturally this color.”

“Mine is naturally this color, too. So help me!” put in Judy. “I dyed it once to disguise myself, but never again! Anyway, Peter likes redheads.”

Pauline, a blue-eyed, black-haired beauty, seemed to be studying the others at the table. Each girl had her own distinctive coloring. Irene, with her naturally golden blond hair, wore it in a short bob. “To keep little Judy from pulling it when we romp,” she said.

Judy wore her curly auburn hair in a long bob, while Florence Garner had her brown hair pinned high on her head. It, too, was curly and would have hung in ringlets if she had let it loose.

A fifth chair at the table was vacant. But Judy, suddenly a little homesick, could imagine Peter’s sister sitting there to complete the picture.


“Honey’s hair is darker than yours, Irene,” she spoke up unexpectedly. “I call it honey colored. I hope she never uses that golden hair wash to change it. Honey simply wouldn’t be Honey without her lovely honey-colored hair.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Pauline quoted airily. “Honey’s hair is actually just plain dark blond.”

“Our advertising will be directed toward dark blonds. Naturally they want their hair to be golden. Who is Honey, anyway?” asked Flo. “You keep looking at that empty chair as if she were sitting at the table with us.”

“She is—in spirit.” This was Irene. Judy laughed and added, “Honey is Peter’s sister. We all love her, especially my brother, Horace. He’s a newspaper reporter, and she’s supplied him with plenty of news. There was a time when we didn’t know she existed—”

“No wonder!” exclaimed Flo, laughing. “She’s invisible now.”

“Judy is trying to tell you about one of the mysteries she solved,” Pauline explained, “but it’s no use, Judy. There have been so many. Phantoms just follow you around waiting for you to pull off their sheets and show them up for what they are.”

“And what are they?” asked Florence.

“Illusions, usually.” Judy found the word a little difficult to define. “People think they see things that are really something quite different. Or else they’re imaginary—”


“Like our phantom friend in the chair,” Irene interrupted with a laugh. “Shall we ask the waiter to bring an extra order—”

“Are you expecting someone else to join you for lunch?” the waiter paused at the table to ask.

He had overheard only part of the conversation. Judy could hardly stop herself from laughing. She was about to tell him it was only a joke when a commotion at the cashier’s desk drew her attention.

“I gave you a twenty-dollar bill,” a tall girl with a country twang in her voice was insisting. “I know it was a twenty. But you’ve given me change for only a dollar. Where’s the other nineteen dollars?”


Clarissa Valentine

“Isn’t that the girl who was sitting alone at the next table?” asked Judy. “I noticed her watching you and smiling when you were singing that song, Irene. She seemed to be enjoying it.”

“I knew I shouldn’t—”

Irene stopped. The girl at the cashier’s desk was really in trouble. Her voice had risen to a wail.

“You’re a thief!” she cried out melodramatically. “Daddy warned me against people like you.”

“Your daddy should have warned you to be more careful of your money,” the cashier retorted sarcastically. “If you’ve lost twenty dollars—”

“I didn’t lose it,” she insisted. “You took it from me!”

“Poor girl! She really thinks she’s been cheated,” Irene whispered.


“She’s beautiful,” said Flo, “especially when she’s angry. That girl ought to be in advertising. She’s just the unspoiled type of beauty we’re looking for. Of course, she ought to do something about her hair.”

“Shampoo it with golden hair wash, I suppose? Please, Flo, don’t try to make her over,” Irene pleaded. “She’s in enough trouble as it is.”

“It looks as if the cashier is going to win the argument,” observed Judy. “I feel sorry for the girl if he really is trying to cheat her.”

“More likely she’s trying to cheat him. She could be putting on an act,” declared Pauline. “There, I told you so. Now she’s turned on the tears.”

In a moment the weeping country girl was surrounded by a little knot of concerned people who had left their tables to try and settle the matter. As they pressed toward him the cashier flung open the cash drawer.

“You see!” he pointed out. “There’s no twenty! I haven’t changed a twenty-dollar bill all day. She’s made a mistake—”

“I did not,” the girl retorted tearfully. “I know what I gave you. It was a twenty. Now I don’t have money enough for my fare home.”

“Where do you live?” he asked as if concerned.

“If I tell you, will you give me my nineteen dollars?”

“No!” he snapped. “You can’t get away with a trick like that.”

“Then I’ll call the police,” she threatened. “I won’t let you cheat me out of all the money I have.”


“Do you think the police will believe you?” the man inquired in a lower tone.

“I don’t know!” cried the girl. “I don’t know what happened to my twenty dollars if I didn’t give it to you.”

“There!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “You’ve admitted you lost it before you came into this restaurant.”

“I did nothing of the kind. Doesn’t anybody in New York care about the truth?” The girl seemed to be asking this question of the other people in the restaurant. “Please, mister,” she began to plead, “give me back my change so I can go home.”

“I’m sorry.” The cashier seemed almost sympathetic. Yet he remained firm in his refusal to give the girl any money, insisting that she must have lost the bill she thought she gave him.

“Come, sit with us and tell us all about it.” Judy offered on impulse. “We care about the truth.”

“Then you’ll look in that man’s pockets,” declared the nearly hysterical girl. “He took it—”

“We would report him to the manager,” Florence Garner suggested.

“And make him lose his job? Mistakes happen,” declared Pauline Faulkner. “We have no way of knowing which of you is in the right.”

“That’s true.” The girl controlled her sobs and said, “It’s kind of you to take an interest in me. I needed that twenty—”


“If we each chip in five dollars, you’ll still have money enough to take you home. You may consider it a loan,” Irene said.

“Thanks.” The girl smiled for the first time. “You’re a genuine Golden Girl. I’ve seen you on television. I recognized your voice, too, when you sang that funny song. You’re Irene Meredith!”

“Indeed I am.” Irene introduced the other girls and offered the newcomer the vacant chair at the table.

“Now our phantom friend is real,” declared Judy.

The girl looked startled. “I hope I’m real. Once,” she confessed, “I looked in the mirror, and there was no reflection. It scared me half out of my wits. Why do you call me a phantom friend?”

“We were pretending we had a fifth girl at the table. It was just a joke. You do have a name, don’t you?” Judy asked.

“It’s Clarissa,” the girl replied. “Clarissa Valentine.”

“That sounds like a stage name,” declared Pauline. “You aren’t an actress, are you?”

“No, but I’d like to be. That’s why I came to New York,” Clarissa admitted. “At home we had a little theater group for a while. But they’re old-fashioned down there. Some of the people in my father’s parish didn’t think it proper for a minister’s daughter to act on the stage. We had to give up the little theater, so I coaxed Daddy to let me come here. I thought I could get a little part on TV, but I was wrong. I couldn’t get any kind of a job. I was all out of money when Daddy sent me that twenty dollars for Christmas. He said he hoped I’d spend it for a ticket back home to West Virginia. I was going to take the train tonight.”


“You can still take it if you let us help you. Meantime,” Florence Garner suggested, “why don’t you join us for a tour of Radio City, my treat?”

“Do you mean it?” asked Clarissa, obviously surprised. “Touring Radio City was one of the things I especially wanted to do. Will we see ourselves on television?”

“We certainly will.”

“Are you joking?” asked Judy. “How could we—”

“You’ll see,” Irene promised. “There’s a live show you may catch if you hurry. But perhaps you’d rather wait and see mine tonight. Francine Dow is playing the Sleeping Beauty. You’ll love her in it. I’m lucky to have her as a guest on my show. She can really act.”

“So can you, Irene.”

The Golden Girl of TV and radio tossed Judy’s compliment aside. “I can sing and tell stories. That’s about all. A part like this takes real talent. When you see the show you’ll understand. Notice the equipment and don’t be afraid to ask questions of the guide while you’re taking the tour,” Irene continued. “You’ll enjoy my show more if you know the types of cameras being used and understand what the men on the floor are doing.”

“Who are the men on the floor?” asked Clarissa.

“I haven’t time to tell you now. The guide will explain it. I must dash, or I’ll be late for rehearsal. Our studio is way uptown. Here’s the address.” Irene handed Judy a card on which she had written, “Admit four.” “That includes Clarissa if she wants to come. You know I’m not on one of the big networks.”


“You could be,” Florence began.

“Please,” Irene stopped her. “I won’t be on anything if I’m late for rehearsal. Turn in your contributions, girls, and let’s go.”

Clarissa seemed almost too eager to accept the four bills the girls offered her. They paid the cashier, counting their change carefully, and left the restaurant together.

Outside, the wind had increased, sending swirls and flurries of snow ahead of them as they crossed the street. They could scarcely see each other through the whiteness in the air.

“I’ll leave you here. Cheer up, Flo. I’ll let you know my decision in a day or two,” Irene promised as she hurried off.

“Talk her into it, Judy,” urged Pauline.

The four girls had entered the RCA Building, glad of the warmth they found inside.

“Talk her into what?” asked Judy. “I’m afraid I don’t know the language. Do you have a new sponsor for Irene?”

“Yes, the golden hair wash people.”

“Oh,” Judy said and was suddenly silent.

“Would she be on one of the big networks?” asked Clarissa.

“Yes, the biggest. You’d see her on your TV at home, Judy. Isn’t that worth thinking about? You can talk her into it if anyone can,” Flo urged.

“I’ll discuss it with her. How do the rest of you feel about it?” asked Judy.


“I think she ought to accept the offer,” Pauline volunteered. “There’s nothing wrong with commercials if they’re in good taste. Lots of stars do them.”

“It’s a selling job like any other. The sponsor pays for the program,” put in Flo. “I wish Irene could see it that way. She could sell golden hair wash.”

“She doesn’t believe in it,” Judy objected. “If she used the stuff herself it would be different.”

“I’d use it. I’d do anything,” declared Clarissa. “I’d dye my hair green to get on TV.”

“That’s hardly ever necessary,” laughed Flo.

“Do we really see ourselves on television when we take this tour?” Pauline questioned.

“I think so.”

Judy asked at the information desk to make sure and came back all excited. “It’s true!” she exclaimed. “The guide just told me.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Clarissa.

Taking Judy’s arm, she pulled her on down the concourse until they came to a high desk where tickets were being sold. Judy found herself paying for them although Florence Garner had been the one to suggest the tour.

Clarissa clutched her ticket eagerly and whispered, as if to herself, “I hope I show. It would be terrible if I just faded away.”


Tour Thirteen

“Did you say faded or fainted?” asked Judy. “People don’t faint away unless they’re ill. You feel all right, don’t you?”

“Just a little trembly,” Clarissa confessed. “I’m excited, I guess—”

“There’s nothing to be excited about,” Pauline told her. “I’ve taken this tour before. You just see behind the scenes in the different studios. It’s a little dull, really.”

Apparently Clarissa did not think so.

“Dull? How can you say that? If we see ourselves on television—”

A voice from a loudspeaker interrupted.

“Tour Thirteen leaves in five minutes.”

“That must be us!” exclaimed Judy.


About a dozen people were waiting at the top of a short flight of stairs. Some of them were watching TV as they waited. Judy and her friends joined them. The set had been tuned to one of the local channels.

“It’s Teen Time Party!” exclaimed Pauline. “Wouldn’t you like to be there dancing?”

“They’re high school students, aren’t they?” asked Judy.

“Most of them, I guess. There are probably a few professionals among them,” Pauline added. “This one, for instance.”

A lovely, golden-haired girl and her partner were caught by the camera in a close-up. The announcer turned to the audience and said, “Isn’t her hair beautiful? You, too, can be a beautiful golden blonde. Shampoo glamorous new beauty into your hair with golden hair wash.”

“I use it. Why don’t you try it?” asked the girl on the television screen.

In a moment she was dancing again, mixing with the other teenagers as if she were one of them. She wasn’t a star. Judy had never seen her on television before.

“This,” she was thinking, “is all Irene would have to say. ‘I use it.’ Three little words, but they’re not true. Irene doesn’t use it. Maybe she should. Her hair is dull and drab. Why am I thinking that?” Judy asked herself. “It’s myhair that’s dull and drab.”

“Yours?” Florence asked. Judy had not realized she was speaking her thoughts aloud. Florence went on, “That’s funny, Judy. You wouldn’t want your hair any brighter than it is.”


“No,” Judy admitted, “I guess I wouldn’t. I always thought it was too bright before. I don’t know why I said that.”

“I do,” Clarissa spoke up. “You read my thoughts. I was just thinking my hair is dull. I could be beautiful if I didn’t have this drab, dull hair. It was lighter when I was small. It was really golden then. But all at once it began to get darker. I changed in other ways, too. Mother says I must be a changeling—”

“Changelings aren’t real,” Pauline stopped her. “They’re what witches were supposed to leave when they snatched real children.”

“There’s a witch in Sleeping Beauty,” Flo put in. “Irene says her dance is the best thing in the whole show. This tour is nothing compared to what we’ll see tonight, but it will kill time until seven o’clock.”

“You mean six-thirty,” Judy corrected her. “We have to be at the studio half an hour before the show begins, and I would like to be there even earlier than that so Irene can explain things. There’s so much I don’t know.”

The guide, overhearing Judy’s remark, smiled and said, “So you’re going to visit the Golden Girl show?”

“It’s treason,” Pau…

The Only Woman in the Town, and Other Tales of the American Revolution

Publish date: 1899
Author: Sarah J.Prichard (Sarah Johnson), 1830-1909
Language: English
LoC Class PS: Language and Literatures: American and Canadian literature
Subject: Short stories
Subject: United States — History — Revolution, 1775-1783 — Fiction
Category: Text
EBook-No. 33334

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The Only Woman in the Town

And Other Tales of the
American Revolution


Author of the History of Waterbury, 1674-1783

Daughters of the American Revolution
Waterbury, Conn.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1898
By the Melicent Porter Chapter
Daughters of the American Revolution,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington


In it were sheltered and cared for many soldiers in the War of the Revolution


The celebration of the Centennial Anniversary of the United States at the city of Philadelphia in 1876, and the exhibit there made of that nation’s wonderful growth and progress, gave a new and remarkable impulse to the germs of patriotism in American life. The following tales of the American Revolution—with the exception of the last—were written twenty-two years ago, and are the outcome of an interest then awakened. They all appeared in magazines and other publications of that period, from which they have been gathered into this volume, in the hope that thereby patriotism may grow stronger in the children of to-day.


The Only Woman in the Town 9
A Windham Lamb in Boston Town 38
How One Boy Helped the British Troops Out of Boston in 1776 47
Pussy Dean’s Beacon Fire 67
David Bushnell and His American Turtle 75
The Birthday of Our Nation 117
The Overthrow of the Statue of King George 127
Sleet and Snow 135
Patty Rutter: The Quaker Doll who slept in Independence Hall 151
Becca Blackstone’s Turkeys at Valley Forge 159
How Two Little Stockings Saved Fort Safety 169
A Day and a Night in the Old Porter House 181


One hundred years and one ago, in Boston, at ten of the clock one April night, a church steeple had been climbed and a lantern hung out.

At ten, the same night, in mid-river of the Charles, oarsmen two, with passenger silent and grim, had seen the signal light out-swung, and rowed with speed for the Charlestown shore.

At eleven, the moon was risen, and the grim passenger, Paul Revere, had ridden up the Neck, encountered a foe, who opposed his ride into the country, and, after a brief delay, had gone on, leaving a British officer lying in a clay pit.

At midnight, a hundred ears had heard the flying horseman cry, “Up and arm. The Regulars are coming out!”

You know the story well. You have heard how the wild alarm ran from voice to voice and echoed beneath every roof, until the men of Lexington and Concord were stirred and aroused with patriotic fear for the safety of the public stores that had been committed to their keeping.

You know how, long ere the chill April day began to dawn, they had drawn, by horse power and by hand power, the cherished stores into 10safe hiding-places in the depth of friendly forest-coverts.

There is one thing about that day that you have not heard and I will tell you now. It is, how one little woman staid in the town of Concord, whence all the women save her had fled.

All the houses that were standing then, are very old-fashioned now, but there was one dwelling-place on Concord Common that was old-fashioned even then! It was the abode of Martha Moulton and “Uncle John.” Just who “Uncle John” was, is not known to the writer, but he was probably Martha Moulton’s uncle. The uncle, it appears by record, was eighty-five years old; while the niece was only three-score and eleven.

Once and again that morning, a friendly hand had pulled the latch-string at Martha Moulton’s kitchen entrance and offered to convey herself and treasures away, but, to either proffer, she had said: “No, I must stay until Uncle John gets the cricks out of his back, if all the British soldiers in the land march into town.”

At last, came Joe Devins, a lad of fifteen years—Joe’s two astonished eyes peered for a moment into Martha Moulton’s kitchen, and then eyes and owner dashed into the room, to learn what the sight he there saw could mean.

“Whew! Mother Moulton, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting Uncle John his breakfast to be 11sure, Joe,” she answered. “Have you seen so many sights this morning that you don’t know breakfast, when you see it? Have a care there, for hot fat will burn,” as she deftly poured the contents of a pan, fresh from the fire, into a dish.

Hungry Joe had been astir since the first drum had beat to arms at two of the clock. He gave one glance at the boiling cream and the slices of crisp pork swimming in it, as he gasped forth the words, “Getting breakfast in Concord this morning! Mother Moulton, you must be crazy.”

“So they tell me,” she said, serenely. “There comes Uncle John!” she added, as the clatter of a staff on the stone steps of the stairway outrang, for an instant, the cries of hurrying and confusion that filled the air of the street.

“Don’t you know, Mother Moulton,” Joe went on to say, “that every single woman and child have been carried off, where the Britishers won’t find ’em?”

“I don’t believe the king’s troops have stirred out of Boston,” she replied, going to the door leading to the stone staircase, to open it for Uncle John.

“Don’t believe it?” and Joe looked, as he echoed the words, as though only a boy could feel sufficient disgust at such a want of common sense, in full view of the fact, that Reuben Brown had just brought the news that eight men had been killed by the king’s Red Coats in Lexington, which fact he made haste to impart.


“I won’t believe a word of it,” she said, stoutly, “until I see the soldiers coming.”

“Ah! Hear that!” cried Joe, tossing back his hair and swinging his arms triumphantly at an airy foe. “You won’t have to wait long. That signal is for the minute men. They are going to march out to meet the Red Coats. Wish I was a minute man, this minute.”

Meanwhile, poor Uncle John was getting down the steps of the stairway, with many a grimace and groan. As he touched the floor, Joe, his face beaming with excitement and enthusiasm, sprang to place a chair for him at the table, saying, “Good morning,” at the same moment.

“May be,” groaned Uncle John, “youngsters like you may think it is a good morning, but I don’t. Such a din and clatter as the fools have kept up all night long. If I had the power” (and now the poor old man fairly groaned with rage), “I’d make ’em quiet long enough to let an old man get a wink of sleep, when the rheumatism lets go.”

“I’m real sorry for you,” said Joe, “but you don’t know the news. The king’s troops, from camp, in Boston, are marching right down here, to carry off all our arms that they can find.”

“Are they?” was the sarcastic rejoinder. “It’s the best news I’ve heard in a long while. Wish they had my arms, this minute. They wouldn’t carry them a step further than they could help, I know. Run and tell them that mine are ready, Joe.”


“But, Uncle John, wait until after breakfast, you’ll want to use them once more,” said Martha Moulton, trying to help him into a chair that Joe had placed on the white sanded floor.

Meanwhile, Joe Devins had ears for all the sounds that penetrated the kitchen from out of doors, and he had eyes for the slices of well-browned pork and the golden-hued Johnny-cake lying before the glowing coals on the broad hearth.

As the little woman bent to take up the breakfast, Joe, intent on doing some kindness for her in the way of saving treasures, asked, “Sha’n’t I help you, Mother Moulton?”

“I reckon I am not so old that I can’t lift a mite of corn-bread,” she replied with chilling severity.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to lift that thing,” he made haste to explain, “but to carry off things and hide ’em away, as everybody else has been doing half the night. I know a first-rate place up in the woods. Used to be a honey tree, you know, and it’s just as hollow as anything. Silver spoons and things would be just as safe in it—” but Joe’s words were interrupted by unusual tumult on the street and he ran off to learn the news, intending to return and get the breakfast that had been offered to him.

Presently he rushed back to the house with cheeks aflame and eyes ablaze with excitement. “They’re coming!” he cried. “They’re in sight down by the rocks. They see ’em marching, the men on the hill do!”


“You don’t mean that it’s really true that the soldiers are coming here, right into our town!” cried Martha Moulton, rising in haste and bringing together, with rapid flourishes to right and to left, every fragment of silver on it. Divining her intent, Uncle John strove to hold fast his individual spoon, but she twitched it without ceremony out from his rheumatic old fingers, and ran next to the parlor cupboard, wherein lay her movable treasures.

“What in the world shall I do with them?” she cried, returning with her apron well filled, and borne down by the weight thereof.

“Give ’em to me,” cried Joe. “Here’s a basket. Drop ’em in, and I’ll run like a brush-fire through the town and across the old bridge, and hide ’em as safe as a weasel’s nap.”

Joe’s fingers were creamy; his mouth was half filled with Johnny-cake, and his pocket on the right bulged to its utmost capacity with the same, as he held forth the basket; but the little woman was afraid to trust him, as she had been afraid to trust her neighbors.

“No! No!” she replied, to his repeated offers. “I know what I’ll do. You, Joe Devins, stay right where you are until I come back, and, don’t you even look out of the window.”

“Dear, dear me!” she cried, flushed and anxious when she was out of sight of Uncle John and Joe. “I wish I’d given ’em to Colonel Barrett when he was here before daylight, 15only, Iwas afraid I should never get sight of them again.”

She drew off one of her stockings, filled it, tied the opening at the top with a string—plunged stocking and all into a pail full of water and proceeded to pour the contents into the well.

Just as the dark circle had closed over the blue stocking, Joe Devins’ face peered down the depths by her side, and his voice sounded out the words: “O Mother Moulton, the British will search the wells the very first thing. Of course, they expect to find things in wells!”

“Why didn’t you tell me before, Joe? but now it is too late.”

“I would, if I had known what you was going to do; they’d been a sight safer in the honey tree.”

“Yes, and what a fool I’ve been—flung my watch into the well with the spoons!”

“Well, well! Don’t stand there, looking!” as she hovered over the high curb, with her hand on the bucket. “Everybody will know, if you do.”

“Martha! Martha!” shrieked Uncle John’s quavering voice from the house door.

“Bless my heart!” she exclaimed, hurrying back over the stones.

“What’s the matter with your heart?” questioned Joe.

“Nothing. I was thinking of Uncle John’s money,” she answered.

“Has he got money?” cried Joe. “I thought 16he was poor, and you took care of him because you were so good!”

Not one word that Joe uttered did the little woman hear. She was already by Uncle John’s side and asking him for the key to his strong box.

Uncle John’s rheumatism was terribly exasperating. “No, I won’t give it to you!” he cried, “and nobody shall have it as long as I am above ground.”

“Then the soldiers will carry it off,” she said.

“Let ’em!” was his reply, grasping his staff firmly with both hands and gleaming defiance out of his wide, pale eyes. “You won’t get the key, even if they do.”

At this instant, a voice at the doorway shouted the words, “Hide, hide away somewhere, Mother Moulton, for the Red Coats are in sight this minute!”

She heard the warning, and giving one glance at Uncle John, which look was answered by another “No, you won’t have it,” she grasped Joe Devins by the collar of his jacket and thrust him before her up the staircase so quickly that the boy had no chance to speak, until she released her hold, on the second floor, at the entrance to Uncle John’s room.

The idea of being taken a prisoner in such a manner, and by a woman, too, was too much for the lad’s endurance. “Let me go!” he cried, the instant he could recover his breath. “I won’t hide away in your garret, like a woman, I won’t. 17I want to see the militia and the minute men fight the troops, I do.”

“Help me first, Joe. Here, quick now! Let’s get this box out and up garret. We’ll hide it under the corn and it’ll be safe,” she coaxed.

The box was under Uncle John’s bed.

“What’s in the old thing anyhow?” questioned Joe, pulling with all his strength at it.

The box, or chest, was painted red, and was bound about by massive iron bands.

“I’ve never seen the inside of it,” said Mother Moulton. “It holds the poor old soul’s sole treasure, and I do want to save it for him if I can.”

They had drawn it with much hard endeavor as far as the garret stairs, but their united strength failed to lift it. “Heave it, now!” cried Joe, and lo! it was up two steps. So they turned it over and over with many a thudding thump;—every one of which thumps Uncle John heard and believed to be strokes upon the box itself to burst it asunder—until it was fairly shelved on the garret floor.

In the very midst of the overturnings, a voice from below had been heard crying out, “Let my box alone! Don’t you break it open! If you do, I’ll—I’ll—” but, whatever the poor manmeant to threaten as a penalty, he could not think of anything half severe enough to say, so left it uncertain as to the punishment that might be looked for.

“Poor old soul!” ejaculated the little woman, her soft white curls in disorder and the pink color rising from her cheeks to her fair forehead, as she 18bent to help Joe drag the box beneath the rafter’s edge.

“Now, Joe,” she said, “we’ll heap nubbins over it, and if the soldiers want corn they’ll take good ears and never think of touching poor nubbins.” So they fell to work throwing corn over the red chest, until it was completely concealed from view.

Then Joe sprang to the high-up-window ledge in the point of the roof and took one glance out. “Oh, I see them, the Red Coats! ’Strue’s I live, there go our militia up the hill. I thought they was going to stand and defend. Shame on ’em, I say!” Jumping down and crying back to Mother Moulton, “I’m going to stand by the minute men,” he went down, three steps at a leap, and nearly overturned Uncle John on the stairs, who, with many groans, was trying to get to the defense of his strong box.

“What did you help her for, you scamp?” he demanded of Joe, flourishing his staff unpleasantly near the lad’s head.

“’Cause she asked me to, and couldn’t do it alone,” returned Joe, dodging the stick and disappearing from the scene at the very moment Martha Moulton encountered Uncle John.

“Your strong box is safe under nubbins in the garret, unless the house burns down, and now that you are up here, you had better stay,” she added soothingly, as she hastened by him to reach the kitchen below.


Once there, she paused a second or two to take resolution regarding her next act. She knew full well that there was not one second to spare, and yet she stood looking, apparently, into the glowing embers on the hearth. She was flushed and excited, both by the unwonted toil and the coming events. Cobwebs from the rafters had fallen on her hair and homespun dress, and would readily have betrayed her late occupation to any discerning soldier of the king.

A smile broke suddenly over her fair face, displacing for a brief second every trace of care. “It’s my old weapon, and I must use it,” she said, making a stately courtesy to an imaginary guest, and straightway disappeared within an adjoining room. With buttoned door and dropped curtains the little woman made haste to array herself in her finest raiment. In five minutes she reappeared in the kitchen, a picture pleasant to look at. In all New England, there could not be a more beautiful little old lady than Martha Moulton was that day. Her hair was guiltless now of cobwebs, but haloed her face with fluffy little curls of silvery whiteness, above which, like a crown, was a little cap of dotted muslin, pure as snow. Her erect figure, not a particle of the hard-working-day in it now, carried well the folds of a sheeny, black silk gown, over which she had tied an apron as spotless as the cap.

As she fastened back her gown and hurried away the signs of the breakfast she had not eaten, 20the clear pink tints seemed to come out with added beauty of coloring in her cheeks, while her hair seemed fairer and whiter than at any moment in her three-score and eleven years.

Once more, Joe Devins looked in. As he caught a glimpse of the picture she made, he paused to cry out: “All dressed up to meet the robbers! My, how fine you do look! I wouldn’t. I’d go and hide behind the nubbins. They’ll be here in less than five minutes now,” he cried, “and I’m going over the North Bridge to see what’s going on there.”

“O Joe, stay, won’t you?” she urged, but the lad was gone, and she was left alone to meet the foe, comforting herself with the thought, “They’ll treat me with more respect if I lookrespectable, and if I must die, I’ll die good-looking in my best clothes, anyhow.”

She threw a few sticks of hickory-wood on the embers and then drew out the little round stand, on which the family Bible was always lying. Recollecting that the British soldiers probably belonged to the Church of England, she hurried away to fetch Uncle John’s “prayer book.”

“They’ll have respect to me, if they find me reading that, I know,” she thought. Having drawn the round stand within sight of the well, and where she could also command a view of the staircase, she sat and waited for coming events.

Uncle John was keeping watch of the advancing troops from an upper window. “Martha,” he 21called, “you’d better come up. They’re close by, now.” To tell the truth, Uncle John himself was a little afraid; that is to say, he hadn’t quite courage enough to go down and, perhaps, encounter his own rheumatism and the king’s soldiers on the same stairway, and yet, he felt that he must defend Martha as well as he could.

The rap of a musket, quick and ringing, on the front door, startled the little woman from her apparent devotions. She did not move at the call of anything so profane. It was the custom of the time to have the front door divided into two parts, the lower half and the upper half. The former was closed and made fast, the upper could be swung open at will.

The soldier getting no reply, and doubtless thinking that the house was deserted, leaped over the chained lower half of the door.

At the clang of his bayonet against the brass trimmings, Martha Moulton groaned in spirit, for, if there was any one thing that she deemed essential to her comfort in this life, it was to keep spotless, speckless and in every way unharmed, the great knocker on her front door.

“Good, sound English metal, too,” she thought, “that an English soldier ought to know how to respect.”

As she heard the tramp of coming feet she only bent the closer over the Book of Prayer that lay open on her knee. Not one word did she read or see; she was inwardly trembling and outwardly 22watching the well and the staircase. But now, above all other sounds, broke the noise of Uncle John’s staff thrashing the upper step of the staircase, and the shrill, tremulous cry of the old man, defiant, doing his utmost for the defense of his castle.

The fingers that lay beneath the book tingled with desire to box the old man’s ears, for the policy he was pursuing would be fatal to the treasure in garret and in well; but she was forced to silence and inactivity.

As the king’s troops, Major Pitcairn at their head, reached the open door and saw the old lady, they paused. What could they do but look, for a moment, at the unexpected sight that met their view: a placid old lady in black silk and dotted muslin, with all the sweet solemnity of morning devotion hovering about the tidy apartment and seeming to centre at the round stand by which she sat,—this pretty woman, with pink and white face surmounted with fleecy little curls and crinkles and wisps of floating whiteness, who looked up to meet their gaze with such innocent, prayer-suffused eyes.

“Good morning, Mother,” said Major Pitcairn, raising his hat.

“Good morning, gentlemen and soldiers,” returned Martha Moulton. “You will pardon my not meeting you at the door, when you see that I was occupied in rendering service to the Lord of all.” She reverently closed the book, laid it on 23the table, and arose, with a stately bearing, to demand their wishes.

“We’re hungry, good woman,” spoke the commander, “and your hearth is the only hospitable one we’ve seen since we left Boston. With your good leave I’ll take a bit of this,” and he stooped to lift up the Johnny-cake that had been all this while on the hearth.

“I wish I had somet……

A Farmer’s Wife: The Story of Ruth

Author: James Hanley
Published: 1900
Title : A Farmer’s Wife: The Story of Ruth
Language: English
Subject: Bible stories — Old Testament
Subject: Bible. Old Testament — Biography — Juvenile literature
Subject: Ruth (Biblical figure) — Juvenile literature
Copyright Status: Public domain

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Ruth works in the fields











Beautiful Stories Series

The Story of the Jubilee
The Story of Jael and Sisera
The Story of a Great Battle
The Story of Solomon
The Story of Ruth
The Story of Elijah
The Story of Elisha
The Story of Samson

Twenty-five Cents Each

Copyright, 1906

By Henry Altemus


Working in the fields



IN the district called Ephrath, belonging to the tribe of Judah, stood the city of Bethlehem, or “house of bread.” It was a city with walls and gates, and lay between fruitful hills and well-watered valleys. There among pleasant cornfields and pasture lands lived a man named Elimelech, which means “my God is my King.” He was descended from one of the princes of Judah, and was a man of means and consequence.


Elimelech’s wife was named Naomi, meaning “pleasant,” and they had two sons whose names were Mahlon and Chilion. This old and noble family lived in this fertile region, amid pleasant surroundings, and with happy prospects, until one of the frequent famines that were brought on by want of rain visited their district.


Leaving the parched and sterile fields around Bethlehem, Elimelech, his family and his flocks, left their home and settled in the rich and well-watered lands of the Moabites, beyond the Jordan. As a wealthy foreigner, he probably was well received by the people of Moab, and secured good pasturage for his sheep and cattle.


But much trouble was in store for this family, notwithstanding its wealth had enabled them to leave their own famine-stricken lands. First Elimelech died, and the family was without a head.


Then Mahlon married a beautiful woman of the country in which he was then living, named Ruth, and his brother Chilion married another named Orpah. Such marriages were against the law of Moses, because the Moabites worshipped idols, but as the nation was descended from Lot, the nephew of Abraham, the marriages were not so bad as they would have been with women belonging to other of the different tribes of Canaan.

From a Photograph.

After a while both of the sons of Naomi died, and she was left a childless widow in a strange land. By her gracious ways she had won the affection of both Ruth and Orpah, and now sorrow locked their hearts together in sympathy. At length, Naomi turned her longing eyes to her old home in Bethlehem. Ten years had come and gone since she left it, and now the news had reached her that there was plenty of food there.

Naomi and her two daughters-in-law started on their way to the land of Judah. After a while, thinking that they had accompanied her far enough, Naomi bade Ruth and Orpah return to their own mothers’ homes, and spoke very kindly to them. She kissed them and would have taken leave of them, but they insisted that they would go with her to the home of her own people.


Then Naomi suggested that they would not be welcome at Bethlehem because they were Moabites. They would be looked upon with reproach, strangers in a strange land, and again she pleaded with them to go home, lest their love for her should prove a sorrow to them.


Orpah was persuaded to return and settle down among her kindred, and probably did so from a sense of duty; but Ruth would not leave Naomi, although her mother-in-law gave her one more opportunity to go back to Moab.

The chief cause for separation, according to Naomi, was, not that they belonged to different races, but that they did not worship the same God. But Ruth, in words at once pathetic and sincere, unselfish in spirit and expression, declared her resolve.

“Intreat me not to leave thee, and to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest I will go; and where thou lodgest I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.”


Ruth gave up father and mother, friends and relatives, religion and country, and chose poverty and a life among strangers because of her love for Naomi, and her trust in Naomi’s God. They reached Bethlehem about the beginning of the barley harvest, and secured some kind of a home.

The city of Bethlehem was stirred by the return of Naomi. She had left them accompanied by husband and sons, and in prosperity. She returned, altered in circumstances, changed in appearance, and accompanied only by a Moabitish woman……

Whispering Walls by Mildred A. Wirt

Author: Wirt, Mildred A. (Mildred Augustine), 1905-2002
Published: 1946
Title: Whispering Walls
Language: English
Subject: Adventure and adventurers — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Parker, Penny (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

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Smoothly and with accurate aim, the slim girl in blue sweater and swinging skirt sent the heavy ball crashing down the polished floor of the bowling alley.

“Another strike, Penny!” cried her school companion, Louise Sidell, watching the tenpins topple helter skelter and vanish out of sight. “You’re certainly going like a house afire today!”

“Lucky, that’s all.” Penny Parker’s friendly grin widened as she chalked up the score. Brushing aside a sandy-gold lock of hair which had dropped over one eye, she suddenly squinted at the wall clock. “Ten minutes until four o’clock!” she exclaimed. “Lou, unless we call it a day, I’ll be late for work!”

“You and your work!” scoffed Louise, but she quickly sat down to remove her bowling shoes. “Why spend all your spare time at that old newspaper?”


“The Riverview Star is the best daily in the city!” Penny shot back proudly. “Anyway, I like being a reporter.”

“I’ll give you no argument on that point, my pet. You love it! Especially poking that freckled little nose of yours into every big story or mystery that comes along! Confess now, isn’t it the excitement you like, rather than the work?”

A twitch of Penny’s lips acknowledged the truth of her chum’s observation. Off and on for several years she had served in many capacities on theStar, a daily Riverview newspaper owned by her father, Anthony Parker.

Many of the publication’s best stories had carried her name. Now that school had started again, she was unable to work full time, but on this particular Saturday afternoon she had promised Editor DeWitt she would report at two o’clock. She had no intention of being late.

“Let’s go,” she urged, picking up her coat.

Louise trailed Penny to a desk where the cashier was absently listening to a short wave radio. As they paid their bill, the instrument suddenly blared a police order:

“Patrol 34—First National Bank, Main and Front Streets. Repeating, First National Bank, Main and Front Streets. See complainant. Patrol 34 in service.”

To Louise it was only a meaningless jumble of words but Penny instantly pricked up her ears.


“Front and Main is just around the corner! Maybe there’s been a robbery, Lou!”

“I hope not,” laughed Louise. “The First National’s where I keep my money. All $28.50 of it!”

Sweeping her change from the counter, Penny glanced again at the clock and came to a quick decision. Doubtless, the Star office would send a reporter to check the police call, but considerable time might elapse before anyone reached the bank.

“Let’s jog over there and see what’s doing,” she proposed.

Louise nodded, hastily pulling a tight-fitting hat over her dark curls. Penny was already out of the door, walking so fast that her chum was hard pressed to overtake her.

Rounding the corner at Main and Front Streets, the girls were just in time to see a patrol car park at the curb in front of the bank. A police sergeant was at the wheel, but before Penny could hail him, he and a companion vanished into the building. A third man posted himself at the door of the bank.

Penny walked over to him. “Anything doing?” she inquired in a friendly, off-hand way. “A robbery?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he replied curtly.

Fishing in a cluttered purse, Penny came up with a press card. “I’m from the Star,” she added, waving her credentials before him.


“You’ll have to talk to the sergeant if you want to get any information,” he said, relaxing slightly. “Go on in, if you want to.”

Louise kept close to Penny’s side as they started into the bank. But the policeman brought her up short by saying: “Just a minute, sister. Where’s your card?”

“She’s with me,” said Penny with careless assurance.

“So I see,” observed the patrolman dryly. “She can’t go in without a card.”

Argument was useless. Decidedly crestfallen, Louise retreated to wait, while Penny went on into the darkened building. Curtains had been drawn in the big marble-floored bank, and the place appeared deserted. Teller cages were locked and empty, for the bank had closed to the public at noon.

Pausing, Penny heard the faint and distant hum of voices. She glanced upward to a second story gallery devoted to offices, and saw two policemen talking to a third man who leaned against the iron railing.

“Apparently this is no robbery,” Penny thought, taking the marble steps two at a time. “Wonder what has happened?”

Breathlessly, she reached the top of the stairs. A short, thin man with glasses and a noticeably nervous manner stood talking to the two policemen. The sergeant, his back to Penny, started taking down notes.


“I’m Sergeant Gray,” the policeman said. “What’s your name?”

“Albert Potts,” the man replied.

“A clerk here?”

“Secretary to Mr. Hamilton Rhett, the bank president. I called the police because a situation has developed which worries me. This afternoon I talked to Mrs. Rhett who gave me no satisfaction whatsoever. I said to myself, ‘Albert Potts, this is a case for the police.’ But there must be no publicity.”

“What’s wrong?” Sergeant Gray asked impatiently.

“Mr. Rhett has disappeared. Exactly nine days ago at three o’clock he put on his hat, walked out of the bank and hasn’t been seen since.”

Here indeed was news! Mr. Rhett was socially prominent and a very wealthy banker. His disappearance would be certain to create a sensation in Riverview.

“So Mr. Rhett walked out of here nine days ago,” Sergeant Gray commented. “Why wasn’t it reported earlier to the police?”

“Because at first we thought nothing of it. If you will excuse me for saying so, Mr. Rhett never has taken his bank duties very seriously. He comes and goes very much as he pleases. Some days he fails to show up until afternoon. On several occasions he has been absent for a week at a time.”


“Then why does it seem so unusual now?”

“Yesterday I telephoned Mrs. Rhett. She said she had no idea what has become of her husband. I suggested notifying the police, but she discouraged it. In fact, she hung up the receiver while I was talking to her. Altogether, she acted in a most peculiar manner.”

“That was yesterday, you say?”

“Yes, I told myself, ‘Albert Potts, if Mrs. Rhett isn’t worried about her husband’s absence, it’s none of your business.’ I should have dismissed the matter thereupon, except that today I learned about the missing bonds.”

“Missing bonds?” inquired the sergeant alertly. “Go on.”

“Mr. Rhett handles securities for various trust funds. At the time of his disappearance, $250,000 in negotiable government bonds were in his possession.”

“You’re suggesting robbery?”

“I don’t know what to think. Mr. Rhett should have returned the securities to our vault in the basement. I assumed he had done so, until this morning in making a thorough check, I learned not a single bond had been turned in. I can only conclude that Mr. Rhett had them in his portfolio when he walked out of the bank.”

“So you decided to notify the police?”


“Exactly. It was my duty. Understand I wish to bring no embarrassment to Mrs. Rhett or to cast reflection upon my employer but—”

Albert Potts broke off, his gaze focusing upon Penny who had edged closer.

“Now who are you?” he demanded suspiciously.

Stepping forward, Penny introduced herself as aStar reporter.

“You have no business here!” the secretary snapped. “If you overheard what I just said, you’re not to print a line of it! Mrs. Rhett would never approve.”

“I did hear what you told Sergeant Gray,” replied Penny with dignity. “However, any report to the police is a matter of public record. It is for our editor to decide whether or not to use the story.”

Behind thick glasses, Mr. Potts’ watery eyes glinted angrily. He appeared on the verge of ordering the girl from the bank, but with an obvious effort regained control of his temper, and said curtly:

“If you must write a story, mind you keep the facts straight. Mr. Rhett hasn’t been seen in nine days and that’s all I know. He may return tomorrow. He may never appear.”

“Then you believe he’s been kidnapped?” Penny asked.

“I don’t know. There’s been no ransom demand.”

“Perhaps he absconded with the $250,000 in bonds.”


“Don’t quote me as making such a statement even if it should prove true! Mr. Rhett is a wealthy man—or rather, he acquired a fortune when he married a rich widow who set him up here as bank president. But don’t quote me on that either!” he exclaimed as Penny jotted down a few notes. “Leave my name out of it entirely!”

“Let’s have a look at Mr. Rhett’s office,” proposed Sergeant Gray.

“Follow me, please.”

His poise regained, Albert Potts led the way down the gallery to a large, spacious office room. On the polished mahogany desk rested a picture of an attractive woman in her early forties whom Penny guessed to be Mrs. Rhett. A door opened from the office into a directors’ room, and another onto a narrow outdoor balcony overlooking Front Street.

Sergeant Gray and the patrolman made a thorough inspection of the two rooms and Mr. Rhett’s desk.

“When last I saw the bonds, Mr. Rhett had them in the top drawer,” the secretary volunteered eagerly. “He should have returned them to the vault, but he failed to do so. Now they’re gone.”

“Then you examined the desk?”

“Oh, yes, I considered it my duty.”

While Penny remained in the background, Sergeant Gray asked Mr. Potts a number of questions about the bank president’s habits, and particularly his recent visitors. The secretary, whose fund of information seemed inexhaustible, had ready answers at the tip of his tongue. He even produced a memo pad upon which the names of several persons had been written.


“These were Mr. Rhett’s visitors on his last day here,” he explained. “So far as I know, all were business acquaintances.”

Writing down the names for future checking, Sergeant Gray inquired if Mr. Rhett had disagreed with any of the callers.

“A quarrel, you mean?” Mr. Potts hesitated, then answered with reluctance. “Only with his wife.”

“Mrs. Rhett came to the bank the day your employer last was seen?”

“Yes, they were to have had lunch together. She came late and they quarreled about Mr. Rhett’s work here in the bank. Finally she went away alone.”

“You heard the conversation between them?”

“Well, no,” Albert Potts said quickly. “Naturally I tried not to listen, but I did hear some of it.”

“Mrs. Rhett may be able to explain her husband’s absence,” commented Sergeant Gray.

“She refused me any information when I telephoned. That was one reason I decided to notify the police. The loss of $250,000 could be very embarrassing to the bank.”

“Who owns the bonds?”


“They belong to the Fred Harrington estate, 2756 Brightdale Avenue. If they aren’t produced soon, there will be trouble. I’ve worked here for 15 years. You don’t think anyone could possibly blame me, do you?”

The sergeant gave him a quick glance, but made no reply as he reexamined the mahogany desk. Finding nothing of interest, he slammed the top drawer shut.

From the back of the desk, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor, almost at Penny’s feet. Evidently it had jarred from the rear side of an overflowing drawer, or had been held between desk and plaster wall.

Without thinking, Penny stooped to retrieve the sheet. She glanced at it carelessly, and then with a shock of surprise, really studied it. Drawn across the center of the paper in black and red ink was a crude but sinister-looking winged serpent.

Raising her eyes, Penny saw Albert Potts’ cold gaze upon her. Was it imagination or did his shriveled face mirror fear?

“What have you there?” he demanded.

Penny gave the paper to Sergeant Gray. Mr. Potts moved quickly forward, to peer over the man’s shoulder.

“A plumed serpent!” he exclaimed.

“And read the words beneath it,” directed Penny.

Under the drawing in a cramped hand, had been scribbled: “This shall be the end.



Sergeant Gray studied the strange drawing for a moment and then said to Albert Potts: “Can you explain the meaning of this picture? And the words written beneath it?”

For the first time since the start of the interview, the bank secretary seemed at a loss for words. Finally he stammered: “Why, no—I’ve never seen the drawing before. I don’t know how it got into Mr. Rhett’s desk.”

“You seemed to recognize the picture,” interposed Penny. “At least you called it a plumed serpent.”

“It is the symbol of an ancient cult, or at least that is what I take it to be. I’ve seen similar drawings in library books.”

“And the writing beneath it?” probed the sergeant.

“I am not sure,” the secretary murmured, ill at ease. “It slightly resembles Mr. Rhett’s writing.”

“You say you can’t explain how the paper came to be in Mr. Rhett’s desk?”


“My employer’s private life is none of my concern.”

“What do you mean—his private life?”

“Well, I hadn’t intended to tell you this,” Potts said unwillingly. “The truth is, Mr. Rhett was a strange man. He had queer interests and hobbies. I have been told he collects weird trophies of ancient cults.”

“Then this drawing probably has a connection with your employer’s hobby?”

“I wouldn’t know,” shrugged Potts. “If it weren’t for the handwriting, I might think someone had sent a warning to him. As it is, I’m completely in the dark.”

“Mr. Rhett had enemies?”

“He was a ruthless man and many persons disliked him. His friends were queer too. He preferred low class persons to people of culture and refinement. Why, only two days before his disappearance, he deliberately kept one of our largest stockholders waiting an hour while he chatted with a building porter! It was very humiliating! I had to tell Mrs. Biggs he was in conference, but I think she suspected the truth.”

“Do you have a photograph of Mr. Rhett?” the sergeant asked.

“I deeply regret I haven’t. For that matter, I never have seen a picture of him.”

“But you can describe the man?”


“Oh, yes. He is forty-five, though he looks older. His hair is gray at the temples. He wore an expensive tailored suit—brown, I believe. One of the most distinguishing marks I should say, is a scar on his left cheek.”

“I’ll send one of the detectives around,” Sergeant Gray promised. He had completed his investigation and with the other patrolman, started to leave the office.

Albert Potts drew a deep breath and seemed to relax. Only then did it occur to Penny that throughout the greater part of the interview he had stood in front of the outside balcony door, as if to shield it from attention.

Taking the plumed serpent drawing with them, Sergeant Gray and the patrolman left the office. Penny lingered, intending to ask Albert Potts a few questions about Mr. Rhett. But the man gave her no opportunity.

Barely had the others gone when he turned toward her, making no effort to mask his dislike.

“Now will you get out of here?” he demanded.

His tone annoyed Penny, and perversely made her determined to take her time in leaving. Deliberately she sidled over to the balcony door.

“Where does this lead?” she inquired.


Penny opened the door, but Potts immediately barred the way.


“There’s nothing there except a balcony! Just get out of this office so I can lock up and go home! I’ve had a hard day, and you’re making it worse!”

For a reason she could not have explained, Penny felt a deep urge to annoy the nervous little man further. Ignoring his protests, she pushed past him out onto the balcony.

Guarded by a high iron railing and fence, it extended for perhaps fifty feet along several offices. At each end, projecting from the sloping slate roof, was a grotesque decorative gargoyle.

“You see!” rasped Potts. “There’s nothing here. Now are you satisfied?”

The gargoyle near the door had drawn Penny’s attention. Its carved stone body angled out from the building, terminating in a horned animal head with massive open jaws.

“Will it bite?” Grinning impishly at Potts she started to thrust an arm between the stone teeth.

To her astonishmen…..

The notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci

author: Leonardo Da Vinci
translator: Jean Paul Richter
publish date(translated): 1888
language: English
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The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci

Volume 1

Translated by Jean Paul Richter



A singular fatality has ruled the destiny of nearly all the most famous of Leonardo da Vinci’s works. Two of the three most important were never completed, obstacles having arisen during his life-time, which obliged him to leave them unfinished; namely the Sforza Monument and the Wall-painting of the Battle of Anghiari, while the third—the picture of the Last Supper at Milan—has suffered irremediable injury from decay and the repeated restorations to which it was recklessly subjected during the XVIIth and XVIIIth centuries. Nevertheless, no other picture of the Renaissance has become so wellknown and popular through copies of every description.

Vasari says, and rightly, in his Life of Leonardo, “that he laboured much more by his word than in fact or by deed”, and the biographer evidently had in his mind the numerous works in Manuscript which have been preserved to this day. To us, now, it seems almost inexplicable that these valuable and interesting original texts should have remained so long unpublished, and indeed forgotten. It is certain that during the XVIth and XVIIth centuries their exceptional value was highly appreciated. This is proved not merely by the prices which they commanded, but also by the exceptional interest which has been attached to the change of ownership of merely a few pages of Manuscript.

That, notwithstanding this eagerness to possess the Manuscripts, their contents remained a mystery, can only be accounted for by the many and great difficulties attending the task of deciphering them. The handwriting is so peculiar that it requires considerable practice to read even a few detached phrases, much more to solve with any certainty the numerous difficulties of alternative readings, and to master the sense as a connected whole. Vasari observes with reference to Leonardos writing: “he wrote backwards, in rude characters, and with the left hand, so that any one who is not practised in reading them, cannot understand them”. The aid of a mirror in reading reversed handwriting appears to me available only for a first experimental reading. Speaking from my own experience, the persistent use of it is too fatiguing and inconvenient to be practically advisable, considering the enormous mass of Manuscripts to be deciphered. And as, after all, Leonardo’s handwriting runs backwards just as all Oriental character runs backwards—that is to say from right to left—the difficulty of reading direct from the writing is not insuperable. This obvious peculiarity in the writing is not, however, by any means the only obstacle in the way of mastering the text. Leonardo made use of an orthography peculiar to himself; he had a fashion of amalgamating several short words into one long one, or, again, he would quite arbitrarily divide a long word into two separate halves; added to this there is no punctuation whatever to regulate the division and construction of the sentences, nor are there any accents—and the reader may imagine that such difficulties were almost sufficient to make the task seem a desperate one to a beginner. It is therefore not surprising that the good intentions of some of Leonardo s most reverent admirers should have failed.

Leonardos literary labours in various departments both of Art and of Science were those essentially of an enquirer, hence the analytical method is that which he employs in arguing out his investigations and dissertations. The vast structure of his scientific theories is consequently built up of numerous separate researches, and it is much to be lamented that he should never have collated and arranged them. His love for detailed research—as it seems to me—was the reason that in almost all the Manuscripts, the different paragraphs appear to us to be in utter confusion; on one and the same page, observations on the most dissimilar subjects follow each other without any connection. A page, for instance, will begin with some principles of astronomy, or the motion of the earth; then come the laws of sound, and finally some precepts as to colour. Another page will begin with his investigations on the structure of the intestines, and end with philosophical remarks as to the relations of poetry to painting; and so forth.

Leonardo himself lamented this confusion, and for that reason I do not think that the publication of the texts in the order in which they occur in the originals would at all fulfil his intentions. No reader could find his way through such a labyrinth; Leonardo himself could not have done it.

Added to this, more than half of the five thousand manuscript pages which now remain to us, are written on loose leaves, and at present arranged in a manner which has no justification beyond the fancy of the collector who first brought them together to make volumes of more or less extent. Nay, even in the volumes, the pages of which were numbered by Leonardo himself, their order, so far as the connection of the texts was concerned, was obviously a matter of indifference to him. The only point he seems to have kept in view, when first writing down his notes, was that each observation should be complete to the end on the page on which it was begun. The exceptions to this rule are extremely few, and it is certainly noteworthy that we find in such cases, in bound volumes with his numbered pages, the written observations: “turn over”, “This is the continuation of the previous page”, and the like. Is not this sufficient to prove that it was only in quite exceptional cases that the writer intended the consecutive pages to remain connected, when he should, at last, carry out the often planned arrangement of his writings?

What this final arrangement was to be, Leonardo has in most cases indicated with considerable completeness. In other cases this authoritative clue is wanting, but the difficulties arising from this are not insuperable; for, as the subject of the separate paragraphs is always distinct and well defined in itself, it is quite possible to construct a well-planned whole, out of the scattered materials of his scientific system, and I may venture to state that I have devoted especial care and thought to the due execution of this responsible task.

The beginning of Leonardo’s literary labours dates from about his thirty-seventh year, and he seems to have carried them on without any serious interruption till his death. Thus the Manuscripts that remain represent a period of about thirty years. Within this space of time his handwriting altered so little that it is impossible to judge from it of the date of any particular text. The exact dates, indeed, can only be assigned to certain note-books in which the year is incidentally indicated, and in which the order of the leaves has not been altered since Leonardo used them. The assistance these afford for a chronological arrangement of the Manuscripts is generally self evident. By this clue I have assigned to the original Manuscripts now scattered through England, Italy and France, the order of their production, as in many matters of detail it is highly important to be able to verify the time and place at which certain observations were made and registered. For this purpose the Bibliography of the Manuscripts given at the end of Vol. II, may be regarded as an Index, not far short of complete, of all Leonardo s literary works now extant. The consecutive numbers (from 1 to 1566) at the head of each passage in this work, indicate their logical sequence with reference to the subjects; while the letters and figures to the left of each paragraph refer to the original Manuscript and number of the page, on which that particular passage is to be found. Thus the reader, by referring to the List of Manuscripts at the beginning of Volume I, and to the Bibliography at the end of Volume II, can, in every instance, easily ascertain, not merely the period to which the passage belongs, but also exactly where it stood in the original document. Thus, too, by following the sequence of the numbers in the Bibliographical index, the reader may reconstruct the original order of the Manuscripts and recompose the various texts to be found on the original sheets—so much of it, that is to say, as by its subject-matter came within the scope of this work. It may, however, be here observed that Leonardo s Manuscripts contain, besides the passages here printed, a great number of notes and dissertations on Mechanics, Physics, and some other subjects, many of which could only be satisfactorily dealt with by specialists. I have given as complete a review of these writings as seemed necessary in the Bibliographical notes.

In 1651, Raphael Trichet Dufresne, of Paris, published a selection from Leonardo’s writings on painting, and this treatise became so popular that it has since been reprinted about two-and-twenty times, and in six different languages. But none of these editions were derived from the original texts, which were supposed to have been lost, but from early copies, in which Leonardo’s text had been more or less mutilated, and which were all fragmentary. The oldest and on the whole the best copy of Leonardo’s essays and precepts on Painting is in the Vatican Library; this has been twice printed, first by Manzi, in 1817, and secondly by Ludwig, in 1882. Still, this ancient copy, and the published editions of it, contain much for which it would be rash to hold Leonardo responsible, and some portions—such as the very important rules for the proportions of the human figure—are wholly wanting; on the other hand they contain passages which, if they are genuine, cannot now be verified from any original Manuscript extant. These copies, at any rate neither give us the original order of the texts, as written by Leonardo, nor do they afford any substitute, by connecting them on a rational scheme; indeed, in their chaotic confusion they are anything rather than satisfactory reading. The fault, no doubt, rests with the compiler of the Vatican copy, which would seem to be the source whence all the published and extensively known texts were derived; for, instead of arranging the passages himself, he was satisfied with recording a suggestion for a final arrangement of them into eight distinct parts, without attempting to carry out his scheme. Under the mistaken idea that this plan of distribution might be that, not of the compiler, but of Leonardo himself, the various editors, down to the present day, have very injudiciously continued to adopt this order—or rather disorder.

I, like other enquirers, had given up the original Manuscript of the Trattato della Pittura for lost, till, in the beginning of 1880, I was enabled, by the liberality of Lord Ashburnham, to inspect his Manuscripts, and was so happy as to discover among them the original text of the best-known portion of the Trattato in his magnificent library at Ashburnham Place. Though this discovery was of a fragment only—but a considerable fragment—inciting me to further search, it gave the key to the mystery which had so long enveloped the first origin of all the known copies of the Trattato. The extensive researches I was subsequently enabled to prosecute, and the results of which are combined in this work, were only rendered possible by the unrestricted permission granted me to investigate all the Manuscripts by Leonardo dispersed throughout Europe, and to reproduce the highly important original sketches they contain, by the process of “photogravure”. Her Majesty the Queen graciously accorded me special permission to copy for publication the Manuscripts at the Royal Library at Windsor. The Commission Centrale Administrative de l’Institut de France, Paris, gave me, in the most liberal manner, in answer to an application from Sir Frederic Leighton, P. R. A., Corresponding member of the Institut, free permission to work for several months in their private collection at deciphering the Manuscripts preserved there. The same favour which Lord Ashburnham had already granted me was extended to me by the Earl of Leicester, the Marchese Trivulsi, and the Curators of the Ambrosian Library at Milan, by the Conte Manzoni at Rome and by other private owners of Manuscripts of Leonardo’s; as also by the Directors of the Louvre at Paris; the Accademia at Venice; the Uffizi at Florence; the Royal Library at Turin; and the British Museum, and the South Kensington Museum. I am also greatly indebted to the Librarians of these various collections for much assistance in my labours; and more particularly to Monsieur Louis Lalanne, of the Institut de France, the Abbate Ceriani, of the Ambrosian Library, Mr. Maude Thompson, Keeper of Manuscripts at the British Museum, Mr. Holmes, the Queens Librarian at Windsor, the Revd Vere Bayne, Librarian of Christ Church College at Oxford, and the Revd A. Napier, Librarian to the Earl of Leicester at Holkham Hall.

In correcting the Italian text for the press, I have had the advantage of valuable advice from the Commendatore Giov. Morelli, Senatore del Regno, and from Signor Gustavo Frizzoni, of Milan. The translation, under many difficulties, of the Italian text into English, is mainly due to Mrs. R. C. Bell; while the rendering of several of the most puzzling and important passages, particularly in the second half of Vol. I, I owe to the indefatigable interest taken in this work by Mr. E. J. Poynter R. A. Finally I must express my thanks to Mr. Alfred Marks, of Long Ditton, who has most kindly assisted me throughout in the revision of the proof sheets.

The notes and dissertations on the texts on Architecture in Vol. II
I owe to my friend Baron Henri de Geymuller, of Paris.

I may further mention with regard to the illustrations, that the negatives for the production of the “photo-gravures” by Monsieur Dujardin of Paris were all taken direct from the originals.

It is scarcely necessary to add that most of the drawings here reproduced in facsimile have never been published before. As I am now, on the termination of a work of several years’ duration, in a position to review the general tenour of Leonardos writings, I may perhaps be permitted to add a word as to my own estimate of the value of their contents. I have already shown that it is due to nothing but a fortuitous succession of unfortunate circumstances, that we should not, long since, have known Leonardo, not merely as a Painter, but as an Author, a Philosopher, and a Naturalist. There can be no doubt that in more than one department his principles and discoveries were infinitely more in accord with the teachings of modern science, than with the views of his contemporaries. For this reason his extraordinary gifts and merits are far more likely to be appreciated in our own time than they could have been during the preceding centuries. He has been unjustly accused of having squandered his powers, by beginning a variety of studies and then, having hardly begun, throwing them aside. The truth is that the labours of three centuries have hardly sufficed for the elucidation of some of the problems which occupied his mighty mind.

Alexander von Humboldt has borne witness that “he was the first to start on the road towards the point where all the impressions of our senses converge in the idea of the Unity of Nature” Nay, yet more may be said. The very words which are inscribed on the monument of Alexander von Humboldt himself, at Berlin, are perhaps the most appropriate in which we can sum up our estimate of Leonardo’s genius:


Notable Voyagers, From Columbus to Nordenskiold

Author: Henry Frith
Author: William Henry Giles Kingston
Published: 1900
Title: Notable Voyagers, From Columbus to Nordenskiold
Language: English
Subject: Voyages and travels
Subject: Explorers
Copyright Status: Public domain

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Chapter One.

Introduction—A.D. 1486.

Columbus before the conclave of Professors at Seville—His parentage and early history—Battle with Venetian galleys—Residence in Portugal—Marries widow of a navigator—Grounds on which he founded his theory—Offers his services to the King of Portugal—His offer declined—Sends his brother Bartholomew to Henry the Seventh of England—Don John sends out a squadron to forestall him—Sets off for Spain—Introduced by the Duke of Medina Celi to Queen Isabella—She encourages him—Plan for the recovery of the Holy Sepulchre—His long detention at Court while Ferdinand and Isabella are engaged in the war against the Moors of Granada—A hearing at length afforded him—His demands refused—Leaves the Court in poverty and visits Palos on his way to France—Met by Juan Perez, Prior of the Rabida convent—The Prior listens to his plans—Introduces him to the Pinzons, and informs the Queen of his intended departure—Sent for back at Court—All his demands agreed to—Authority given him to fit out a squadron.

In the year 1486 a council of learned professors of geography, mathematics, and all branches of science, erudite friars, accomplished bishops, and other dignitaries of the Church, were seated in the vast arched hall of the old Dominican convent of Saint Stephen in Salamanca, then the great seat of learning in Spain. They had met to hear a simple mariner, then standing in their midst, propound and defend certain conclusions at which he had arrived regarding the form and geography of the earth, and the possibility, nay, the certainty, that by sailing west, the unknown shores of Eastern India could be reached. Some of his hearers declared it to be grossly presumptuous in an ordinary man to suppose, after so many profound philosophers and mathematicians had been studying the world, and so many able navigators had been sailing about it for years past, that there remained so vast a discovery for him to make. Some cited the books of the Old Testament to prove that he was wrong, others the explanations of various reverend commentators. Doctrinal points were mixed up with philosophical discussions, and a mathematical demonstration was allowed no weight if it appeared to clash with a text of Scripture or comment of one of the fathers.

Although Pliny and the wisest of the ancients had maintained the possibility of an antipodes in the southern hemisphere, these learned gentlemen made out that it was altogether a novel theory.

Others declared that to assert there were inhabited lands on the opposite side of the globe would be to maintain that there were nations not descended from Adam, as it would have been impossible for them to have passed the intervening ocean, and therefore discredit would be thrown on the Bible.

Again, some of the council more versed in science, though admitting the globular form of the earth, and the possibility of an opposite habitable hemisphere, maintained that it would be impossible to arrive there on account of the insupportable heat of the torrid zone; besides which, if the circumference of the earth was as great as they supposed, it would require three years to make the voyage.

Several, with still greater absurdity, advanced as an objection that should a ship succeed in reaching the extremity of India, she could never get back again, as the rotundity of the globe would present a kind of mountain up which it would be impossible for her to sail even with the most favourable wind.

The mariner replied in answer to the scriptural objection that the inspired writers were not speaking technically as cosmographers, but figuratively, in language addressed to all comprehensions, and that the commentaries of the fathers were not to be considered as philosophical propoundings, which it was necessary either to admit or refute.

In regard to the impossibility of passing the torrid zone, he himself stated that he had voyaged as far as Guinea under the equinoxial line, and had found that region not only traversable, but abounding in population, fruits, and pasturage.

Who was this simple mariner who could thus dare to differ from so many learned sages? His person was commanding; his demeanour elevated; his eye kindling; his manner that of one who had a right to be heard, while a rich flow of eloquence carried his hearers with him. His countenance was handsome; his hair already blanched by thought, toil, and privation.

He was no other than Columbus, who, after his proposals had been rejected by the Court of Portugal, had addressed himself to that of Spain, and had, year after year, waited patiently to obtain a hearing from Ferdinand and Isabella, then occupied in their wars against the Moors.

He had been a seaman from the age of fourteen. He was born in the city of Genoa about the year 1435, where his father, Dominico Colombo, carried on the business of a wool comber, which his ancestors had followed for several generations. He was the eldest of three brothers, the others being Bartholomew and Diego. He had at an early age evinced a desire for the sea, and accordingly his education had been mainly directed to fit him for maritime life.

His first voyages were made with a distant relative named Colombo, a hardy veteran of the seas, who had risen to some distinction by his bravery.

Under this relative young Christopher saw much service, both warlike and in trading voyages, until he gained command of a war ship of good size. When serving in the squadron of his cousin information was brought that four richly-laden Venetian galleys were on their return voyage from Flanders. The squadron lay in wait for them off the Portuguese coast, between Lisbon and Cape Saint Vincent. A desperate engagement ensued; the vessels grappled each other. That commanded by Columbus was engaged with a huge Venetian galley. Hand-grenades and other fiery missiles were thrown on board her, and the galley was wrapped in flames. So closely were the vessels fastened together, that both were involved in one conflagration. The crews threw themselves into the sea. Columbus seized an oar, and being an expert swimmer, reached the shore, though fully two leagues distant. On recovering he made his way to Lisbon. Possibly he may have resided there previously; certain it is that he there married a lady, the daughter of a distinguished navigator, from whose widow he obtained much information regarding the voyages and expeditions of her late husband, as well as from his papers, charts, journals, and memoranda.

Having become naturalised in Portugal, he sailed occasionally on voyages to the coast of Guinea, and when on shore supported his family by making maps and charts, which in those days required a degree of knowledge and experience sufficient to entitle the possessor to distinction.

He associated with various navigators, and he noted down all he heard. It was said by some that islands had been seen far away to the west when they had been driven in that direction. Whatever credit might have been given to these reports by Columbus, he had far stronger reasons for believing that, by sailing across the ocean to the west, he should reach land. He was of opinion that about one-third of the circumference of the earth was unknown and unexplored. A great portion of this might be filled up by the eastern regions of Asia, while the tract of water intervening between these countries might be less than at first supposed.

In the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, two great travellers, Marco Polo and Sir John Mandeville, journeyed eastward over a large portion of Asia, and had given vivid descriptions of the magnificence of its cities and scenery. Marco Polo especially had described two large islands, Ontilla and Cipango, the latter undoubtedly Japan, which it was expected would be the first reached by a navigator sailing westward.

A Portuguese pilot, Martin Vicenti, after sailing four hundred and fifty-two leagues to the west of Cape Saint Vincent, had found a piece of carved wood evidently laboured with an iron instrument, and as probably the wind had drifted it from the west, it might have come from some unknown land in that direction. A brother-in-law of Columbus had likewise found a similar piece of wood drifted from the same quarter. Reeds of enormous size, such as were described by Ptolemy to grow in India, had been picked up, and trunks of huge pine-trees had been driven on the shores of the Azores, such as did not grow on any of those islands. The bodies of two dead men, whose features differed from those of any known race of people, had been cast on the island of Flores. There were islands, it was rumoured, still farther west than those visited, and a mariner sailing from Port Saint Mary to Ireland asserted that he had seen land to the west, which the ship’s company took to be some extreme point of Tartary.

These facts being made known to Columbus, served to strengthen his opinion. The success indeed of his undertaking depended greatly on two happy errors: the imaginary extent of Asia to the east, and the supposed smallness of the earth. A deep religious sentiment mingled with his meditations. He looked upon himself as chosen by Heaven for the accomplishment of its purposes, that the ends of the earth might be brought together, and all nations and tongues united under the banner of the Redeemer.

The enthusiastic nature of his conceptions gave an elevation to his spirit, and dignity and eloquence to his whole demeanour. He never spoke in doubt or hesitation, but with as much certainty as if his eyes had beheld the promised land.

No trial or disappointment could divert him from the steady pursuit of his object. That object, it is supposed, he meditated as early as the year 1474, though as yet it lay crude and immatured in his mind. Shortly afterwards, in the year 1477, he made a voyage to the north of Europe, navigating one hundred leagues beyond Thule, when he reached an island as large as England, generally supposed to have been Iceland.

In vain he had applied to Don John the Second, who ascended the throne of Portugal in 1481. That king was so deeply engaged in sending out expeditions to explore the African coast that his counsellors advised him to confine his efforts in that direction. He would, however, have given his consent had not Columbus demanded such high and honourable rewards as were considered inadmissible.

To his eternal disgrace the Bishop of Ceuta advised that Columbus should be kept in suspense while a vessel was secretly dispatched in the direction he pointed out, to ascertain if there was any truth in his story. This was actually done, until the caravel meeting with stormy weather, and an interminable waste of wild tumbling waves, the pilots lost courage and returned.

Columbus, indignant at this attempt to defraud him, his wife having died some time previously, resolved to abandon the country which had acted so treacherously. He first sent his brother Bartholomew to make proposals to Henry the Seventh, King of England; but that sovereign rejected his offers, and having again made a proposal to Genoa, which, from the reverses she had lately received, she was unable to accept, he turned his eyes to Spain.

The great Spanish Dukes of Medina Sidonia and Medina Coeli, were at first inclined to support him, and the latter spoke of him to Queen Isabella, who giving a favourable reply, Columbus set off for the Spanish Court, then at Cordova.

The sovereigns of Castile and Arragon were, however, so actively engaged in carrying on the fierce war with the Moors of Grenada, that they were unable to give due attention to the scheme of the navigator, while their counsellors generally derided his proposals.

The beautiful and enlightened Isabella treated him from the first with respect, and other friends rose up who were ready to give him support.

Wearied and discouraged by long delays, however, he had again opened up negotiations with the King of Portugal, and had been requested by that monarch to return there. He had also received a letter from Henry the Seventh of England, inviting him to his Court, and holding out promises of encouragement, when he was again summoned to attend the Castilian Court, and a sum of money was sent him to defray his expenses, King Ferdinand probably fearing that he would carry his proposals to a rival monarch, and wishing to keep the matter in suspense until he had leisure to examine it.

He accordingly repaired to the Court of Seville. While he was there two monks arrived with a message from the Grand Soldan of Egypt, threatening to put to death all the Christians and to destroy the Holy Sepulchre if the Spanish sovereigns did not desist from war against Grenada.

The menace had no effect in altering their purpose, but it aroused the indignation of the Spanish cavaliers, and still more so that of Columbus, and made them burn with ardent zeal once more to revive the contest of faith on the sacred plains of Palestine. Columbus had indeed resolved, should his projected enterprise prove successful, to devote the profits from his anticipated discoveries to a crusade for the rescue of the Holy Sepulchre from the power of the infidels.

During the latter part of the year 1490 Ferdinand and Isabella were engaged in celebrating the marriage of their eldest daughter, the Princess Isabella, with Prince Don Alonzo, heir apparent of Portugal. Bearing these long and vexatious delays as he had before done, Columbus supported himself chiefly by making maps and charts, occasionally assisted from the purse of his friend Diego de Deza.

The year was passing on. Columbus was kept in a state of irritating anxiety at Cordova, when he heard that the sovereigns were about to commence that campaign which ended in the expulsion of the Moors from Spain. Aware that many months must pass before they would give their minds to the subject if he allowed the present moment to slip by, he pressed for a decisive reply to his proposals with an earnestness that would admit of no evasion.

The learned men of the council were directed to express their opinion of the enterprise. The report of each was unfavourable, although the worthy friar Diego de Deza, tutor to Prince John, and several others, urged the sovereigns not to lose the opportunity of extending their dominions and adding so greatly to their glory.

Again, however, Columbus was put off. Having no longer confidence in the vague promises which had hitherto been made, he turned his back on Seville, resolved to offer to the King of France the honour of carrying out his magnificent undertaking.

Leaving Seville, his means exhausted, he travelled on foot, leading his young son Diego by the hand, to the sea-port of Palos de Moguer in Andalusia. Weary and exhausted, he stopped to ask for bread and water at the gate of the ancient Franciscan convent of Santa Maria de Rabida.

The Prior, Juan Perez de Marchena, happening to come up, and remarking the appearance of the stranger, entered into conversation with him. The Prior, a man of superior information, was struck with the grandeur of his views, and when he found that the navigator was on the point of abandoning Spain to seek patronage in the Court of France, and that so important an enterprise was about to be lost for ever to the country, his patriotism took the alarm. He entertained Columbus as his guest, and invited a scientific friend—a physician—Garcia Fernandez, to converse with him.

Fernandez was soon captivated by his conversation. Frequent conferences took place, at which several of the veteran mariners of Palos were present. Among these was Martin Alonzo Pinzon, the head of a family of wealthy and experienced navigators. Facts were related by some of the mariners in support of the theory of Columbus, and so convinced was Pinzon of the feasibility of his project, that he offered to engage in it with purse and person. The Prior, who had once been confessor to the Queen, was confirmed in his faith by the opinions expressed, and he proposed writing to her immediately, and entreated Columbus to delay his journey until an answer could be received.

It was decided to send Sebastian Rodriguez, a shrewd and clever pilot, to Santa Fé, where the Queen then was. Isabella had always been favourable to Columbus, and the Prior received a reply desiring that he himself should repair to Court. He went, and, seconded by the Marchioness of Moya and other old friends, so impressed the Queen with the importance of the undertaking, that she desired Columbus might be sent for, and ordered that seventy-two dollars, equal to two hundred and sixteen of the present day, might be forwarded to him, to bear his travelling expenses.

With his hopes raised to the highest pitch, Columbus again repaired to Court; but so fully occupied was he with the grandeur of his enterprise, that he stipulated that he should be invested with the title and privilege of admiral, and viceroy over the countries he should discover, with one-tenth of all gains, either by trade or conquest. It must be remembered the pious and patriotic way—according to his notions—in which he intended to expend the wealth he hoped to acquire.

The courtiers were indignant, and sneeringly observed that his arrangement was a secure one, that he was sure of a command, and had nothing to lose.

On this he offered to furnish one-eighth of the cost, on condition of enjoying one-eighth of the profit. The King looked coldly on the affair, and once more the sovereigns of Spain declined the offer. Columbus was at length again about to set off on his journey to Palos, when the generous spirit of Isabella was kindled by the remarks of the Marchioness of Moya, supported by Louis de Saint Angel, Receiver of the Ecclesiastical Revenues in Arragon. She exclaimed, “I undertake the enterprise for my own crown of Castile, and will pledge my jewels to raise the necessary funds!”

This was the proudest moment in the life of Isabella, as it stamped her as the patroness of the great discovery.

Saint Angel assured her there was no necessity for pledging her jewels, and expressed his readiness to advance seventeen thousand florins. A messenger was dispatched to bring back the navigator, with the assurance that all he desired would be granted; and so, turning the reins of his mule, he hastened back with joyful alacrity to Santa Fé, confiding in the noble probity of the Queen.

Articles of agreement were drawn up by the royal secretary at once. Columbus was to have for himself during his life, and his heirs and successors for ever, the office of admiral of all lands and continents which he might discover.

Secondly: He was to be viceroy and governor-general over them.

Thirdly: He was to be entitled to receive for himself one-tenth of all pearls, precious stones, gold, silver, spices, and all other articles and merchandise obtained within this admiralty.

Fourthly: He or his lieutenant was to be the sole judge in all cases and disputes arising out of traffic between those countries and Spain.

Fifthly: He might then, and at all after times, contribute an eighth part of the expense in fitting out vessels to sail on this enterprise, and receive one-eighth part of the profit.

The latter engagement he fulfilled through the assistance of the Pinzons of Palos, and added a third vessel to the armament.

Thus, one-eighth of the expense attendant on this grand expedition, undertaken by a powerful nation, was actually borne by the individual who conceived it, and who likewise risked his life on its success.

The capitulations were afterwards signed by Ferdinand and Isabella on the 17th of April, 1492, when, in addition to the above articles, Columbus and his heirs were authorised to prefix the title of Don to their names.

It was arranged that the armament should be fitted out at the port of Palos, Columbus calculating on the co-operation of his friends Martin Alonzo Pinzon and the Prior of the convent.

Both Isabella and Columbus were influenced by a pious zeal for effecting the great work of salvation among the potentates and peoples of the lands to be discovered. He expected to arrive at the extremity of the ocean, and to open up direct communication with the vast and magnificent empire of the Grand Khan of Tartary. His deep and cherished design was the recovery of the Holy Sepulchre, which he meditated during the remainder of his life, and solemnly provided for in his will.

Let those who are disposed to faint under difficulties in the prosecution of any great and worthy undertaking, remember that eighteen years elapsed after the time that Columbus conceived his enterprise, before he was able to carry it into effec….

Billie Bradley and the School Mystery; Or, The Girl From Oklahoma by Wheeler

Author:  Wheeler
Published: 1941
Title: Billie Bradley and the School Mystery; Or, The Girl From Oklahoma
Language: English
Subject: Detective and mystery stories
Subject: Friendship — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Boarding schools — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Teenage girls — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public Domain


Begin of the book:




“Billie Bradley and the School Mystery.” (See page 168)



The Girl from Oklahoma







12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.

Billie Bradley and Her Inheritance
Or The Queer Homestead at Cherry Corners

Billie Bradley at Three Towers Hall
Or Leading a Needed Rebellion

Billie Bradley on Lighthouse Island
Or The Mystery of the Wreck

Billie Bradley and Her Classmates
Or The Secret of the Locked Tower

Billie Bradley at Twin Lakes
Or Jolly Schoolgirls Afloat and Ashore

Billie Bradley at Treasure Cove
Or The Old Sailor’s Secret

Billie Bradley at Sun Dial Lodge
Or School Chums Solving a Mystery

Billie Bradley and the School Mystery
Or The Girl From Oklahoma


Copyright, 1930, by

Billie Bradley and the School Mystery

Printed in the U. S. A.


I. At Lake Molata 1
II. A Desperate Fix 10
III. Edina to the Rescue 17
IV. Battle 24
V. A Public Rebuke 31
VI. Billie Is Loyal 39
VII. A Tale of Riches 49
VIII. Billie Against Her World 55
IX. The Experiment 62
X. A Trip to Town 69
XI. Edina Gets Her Hair Cut 77
XII. A Perfect Day 88
XIII. Edina Scores 94
XIV. An Old Enemy 101
XV. An Unexpected Ducking 111
XVI. Fighting for Life 120
XVII. The Mysterious Letter 129
XVIII. The Gift Club 134
XIX. A Dreadful Discovery 141
XX. The Accusation 150
XXI. Evidence Piles Up 158
XXII. A Riot 164
XXIII. Dan Larkin Remembers 175
XXIV. A Smashing Set 183
XXV. Caught—Conclusion 192




My, but it’s good to get back!”

The statement came from Billie Bradley. She gazed upon the ivy-covered towers of the boarding school with genuine affection.

Three Towers Hall was an impressive building, set amidst gracious, well-tended lawns on the borders of one of the prettiest and most picturesque lakes in that part of the country. From its gates students flocked in gay anticipation of vacation and good times at the end of the spring term, to return, more soberly, but with a refreshed and brightened outlook, to take up their studies at the beginning of the fall semester.

Such a time had come again to Billie Bradley and her two close chums, Violet Farrington and Laura Jordon. After a particularly interesting and adventure-filled summer, they had returned to their2 beloved seat of learning, eager for work and with renewed and heightened ideals.

Now they stood on the borders of the lake, looking toward Three Towers Hall through a lane of trees that made flickering shadows on the lawn. Idly, they speculated on the future.

“I’d feel better,” observed Vi, “if I hadn’t that condition in math to make up. It worries me.”…


The Yellow Phantom

Author: Margaret Sutton (1903-2001)
Published: 1933
Title: The Yellow Phantom by Margaret Sutton
Language: English
Subject: Missing persons — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Bolton, Judy (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Copyright: Public domain

Begin of the book:



Copyright, 1933, by
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America

To My Mother and Father.

I A Mysterious Telegram 1
II Irene’s Discovery 11
III A Daring Scheme 22
IV How the Scheme Worked 27
V The Test 32
VI The New Yellow Gown 40
VII Emily Grimshaw Sees Things 46
VIII The Missing Poems 53
IX Suspicions 61
X Deductions 67
XI While the Orchestra Played 72
XII Irene’s Birthday 79
XIII Waiting 87
XIV The Immortal Joy Holiday 93
XV False Assurance 98
XVI Over the Radio 107
XVII The Only Answer 116
XVIII In the Tower Window 121
XIX Like a Fairy Tale 127
XX The Scent of Roses 135
XXI Another Juliet 145
XXII Trapped 154
XXIII To the Rescue 163
XXIV Premonition 171
XXV The Happy Ending 178
XXVI Her Majesty Arrives 187
XXVII Who Took the Manuscript? 198
XXVIII Dale’s Heroine 202



“Goodbye, Judy! Goodbye, Irene! Don’t like New York so well that you won’t want to come home!”

“Don’t keep them too long, Pauline! Farringdon will be as dead as so many bricks without them. Even the cats will miss Blackberry. Make him wave his paw, Judy!”

“Don’t forget to write!”

“Goodbye, Pauline! Goodbye, Judy! Goodbye, Irene!”

“Goodbye! Goodbye!”

And Peter’s car was off, bearing the last load of campers back to their home town.

Judy Bolton watched them out of sight. They were taking the familiar road, but she and Irene Lang would soon be traveling in the other direction. Pauline Faulkner had invited them for a visit, including Judy’s cat in the invitation, and they were going back with her to New York.

A long blue bus hove into view, and all three girls hailed it, at first expectantly, then frantically when they saw it was not stopping. It slowed down a few feet ahead of them, but when they attempted to board it the driver eyed Blackberry with disapproval.

“Can’t take the cat unless he’s in a crate.”

“He’s good,” Judy began. “He won’t be any trouble——”

“Can’t help it. Company’s rules.” And he was about to close the door when Judy’s quick idea saved the situation.

“All right, he’s in a crate,” she declared with vigor as she thrust the cat inside her own pretty hatbox. The hats she hastily removed and bundled under one arm.

The driver had to give in. He even grinned a bit sheepishly as the girls took their seats, Pauline and Irene together, “Because,” Judy insisted as she took the seat just behind them, “I have Blackberry.”

The other passengers on the bus were regarding the newcomers with amused interest. A ten-year-old boy brought forth a ball of twine and rolled it playfully in Blackberry’s direction. An old lady made purring noises through her lips. Everyone seemed to be nodding and smiling. Everyone except the serious young man across the aisle. He never turned his head.

Judy nudged the two friends in the seat ahead of her and confided a desire to do something—anything to make him look up.

“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”

“Well, what?”

“Almost my ideal.”

“Silly!” Judy laughed. “I’d like to bet he wouldn’t be so ideal if I did something to disturb those precious papers that he’s reading.”

“I dare you!” Pauline said.

Sixteen or not, the dare tempted Judy. It was an easy matter to let Blackberry out of the hatbox in her arms and down into the aisle. The cat’s plumelike tail did the rest.

The man looked up. But, to Judy’s surprise, he looked up with a smile. Irene, all contrition, hastened to apologize.

“No harm done,” he returned good-naturedly and began collecting his scattered papers. Soon he had them rearranged and resumed his reading. There were a great many typewritten sheets of paper, and he seemed to be reading critically, scratching out something here and adding something there.

“You were wrong,” Irene said, turning to Judy. “See how nice he was.”

“I should have known better than to dare a girl like you,” Pauline put in.

“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now almost as interested as Irene in the strange young man. Not because he was Judy’s ideal—a man who wouldn’t notice a cat until its tail bumped into him—but because the papers on his lap might be important. And she had disturbed them.

The man, apparently unaware that the accident had been anybody’s fault, continued reading and correcting. Judy watched her cat carefully until the stack of papers was safely inside his portfolio again.

“That’s finished,” he announced as though speaking to himself. He screwed the top on his fountain pen, placed it in his pocket and then turned to the girls. “Nice scenery, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Judy replied, laughing, “but you didn’t seem to be paying much attention to it.”

“I’ve been over this road a great many times,” he explained, “and one does tire of scenery, like anything else. Passengers in the bus are different.”

“You mean different from scenery?”

“Yes, and from each other. For instance, you with your ridiculous cat and your golden-haired friend who apologized for you and that small, dark girl are three distinct types.”

Judy regarded him curiously. She had never thought of herself or either of the other girls as “types.” Now she tried to analyze his meaning.

Their lives had certainly been different. Judy and Pauline, although of independent natures, had always felt the security of dependence upon their parents while Irene’s crippled father depended solely upon her. This responsibility made her seem older than her years—older and younger, too. She never could acquire Pauline’s poise or Judy’s fearlessness.

In appearance, too, they were different. Her first vacation had done wonders for Irene Lang. Now her usually pale cheeks glowed with healthy color, and her eyes were a deeper, happier blue. Two weeks of sunshine had tanned her skin and brought out all the gold in her hair.

Pauline, too, had acquired a becoming tan which made her hair look darker than ever and contrasted strangely with her keen, light blue eyes.

The sun had not been quite so kind to Judy. It had discovered a few faint freckles on her nose and given her hair a decided reddish cast. But Judy didn’t mind. Camp life had been exciting—boating, swimming and, as a climax, a thrilling ride in Arthur Farringdon-Pett’s new airplane.

The young man beside Judy was a little like Arthur in appearance—tall, good-looking but altogether too grown-up and serious. Judy liked boys to make jokes now and then, even tease the way her brother, Horace, did. Peter teased her, too.

“Queer,” she thought, “to miss being teased.”

This stranger seemed to like serious-minded people and presently changed the conversation to books and music, always favorite topics with Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he was doing but learned nothing except that “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded in putting his papers back in their original sequence.

“And if you girls were all of the same type,” he added, “I doubt if I would have forgiven you your prank.”

“I guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy whispered to the other two girls a little later.

“Mine either,” Pauline returned with a laugh. “At least he wouldn’t if he knew I dared you.”

“Do you suppose,” Irene asked naïvely, “that he cares for my type?”

She looked very pathetic as she said that, and Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid into the seat beside her and put a loving arm about her shoulder.

“I care for your type,” she said. “So why worry about what a stranger thinks?”

“I’m not,” Irene said, belying her answer with a wistful look in the stranger’s direction. He was still absorbed in the mountain of typewritten pages that he held on his knee. It seemed that his work, whatever it was, engrossed him completely. He was again making corrections and additions with his pen. Judy noticed a yellow slip of paper on the seat beside him and called the other girls’ attention to it.

“It looks like a telegram,” she whispered, “and he keeps referring to it.”

“Telegrams are usually bad news,” Irene replied.

The young man sat a little distance away from them and, to all appearances, had forgotten their existence. Girl-like, they discussed him, imagining him as everything from a politician to a cub reporter, finally deciding that, since he lived in Greenwich Village, he must be an artist. Irene said she liked to think of him as talented. A dreamer, she would have called him, if it had not been for his practical interest in the business at hand—those papers and that telegram.

It was dark by the time they reached New York. The passengers were restless and eager to be out of the bus. The young man hastily crammed his typewritten work into his portfolio and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped, that he had forgotten the telegram. She and Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate result that when they stood up again each of them held a torn half of the yellow slip.

“Just our luck!” exclaimed Irene. “Now we can’t return it to him. Anyway, he’s gone.”

“We could piece it together,” Pauline suggested, promptly suiting her actions to her words. When the two jagged edges were fitted against each other, this is what the astonished girls read:


Irene was the first to finish reading.

“Good heavens! What would he know about robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring first at the telegram in Pauline’s hand and then at the empty seat across the aisle.

“Why, nothing that I can think of. He didn’t seem like a crook. The telegram may be in code,” Pauline mused as she handed the torn pieces to Judy. “I like his name—Dale Meredith.”

“So do I. But Emily Grimshaw——”

“All out! Last stop!” the bus driver was calling. “Take care of that cat,” he said with a chuckle as he helped the girls with their suitcases.

They were still wondering about the strange telegram as they made their way through the crowd on Thirty-fourth Street.



A taxi soon brought the girls to the door of Dr. Faulkner’s nineteenth century stone house. The stoop had been torn down and replaced by a modern entrance hall, but the high ceilings and winding stairways were as impressive as ever.

Drinking in the fascination of it, Judy and Irene followed the man, Oliver, who carried their bags right up to the third floor where Pauline had a sitting room and a smaller bedroom all to herself. The former was furnished with a desk, sofa, easy chairs, numerous shaded lamps, a piano and a radio.

Here the man left them with a curt, “’Ere you are.”

“And it’s good to have you, my dears,” the more sociable housekeeper welcomed them. Soon she was bustling around the room setting their bags in order. She offered to help unpack.

“Never mind that now, Mary,” Pauline told her. “We’re dead tired and I can lend them some of my things for tonight.”

“Then I’ll fix up the double bed in the next room for your guests and leave you to yourselves,” the kind old lady said.

As soon as she had closed the door Judy lifted her cat out of the hatbox. With a grateful noise, halfway between a purr and a yowl, Blackberry leaped to the floor and began, at once, to explore the rooms.

“His padded feet were made for soft carpets,” Judy said fondly.

“How do you suppose he’d like gravel?” Pauline asked.

“Oh, he’d love it!” Judy exclaimed. “You know our cellar floor is covered with gravel, and he sleeps down there.”

“Is this gravel in the cellar?” Irene asked, beginning to get an attack of shivers.

Pauline laughed. “Goodness, no! It’s on the roof garden.” She walked across the room and flung open a door. “Nothing shivery about that, is there?”

“Nothing except the thought of standing on the top of one of those tall buildings,” Irene said, gazing upward as she followed Pauline.

The view fascinated Judy. Looking out across lower New York, she found a new world of gray buildings and flickering lights. In the other direction the Empire State Building loomed like a sentinel.

“I never dreamed New York was like this,” she breathed.

“It grows on a person,” Pauline declared. “I would never want to live in any other city. No matter how bored or how annoyed I may be during the day, at night I can always come up here and feel the thrill of having all this for a home.”

“I wish I had a home I could feel that way about,” Irene sighed.

The garden was too alluring for the girls to want to leave it. Even Blackberry had settled himself in a bed of geraniums. These and other plants in enormous boxes bordered the complete inclosure. Inside were wicker chairs, a table and a hammock hung between two posts.

“This is where I do all my studying,” Pauline said, “and you two girls may come up here and read if you like while I’m at school.”

“At school?” Judy repeated, dazed until she thought of something that she should have considered before accepting Pauline’s invitation. Of course Pauline would be in school. She hadn’t been given a holiday as the girls in Farringdon had when their school burned down. Judy and Irene would be left to entertain themselves all day unless Dr. Faulkner had some plans for them. Judy wondered where he was.

After they had gone inside again, that is, all of them except Blackberry who seemed to have adopted the roof garden as a permanent home, she became curious enough to ask.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Pauline said in surprise. “Father is away. A medical conference in Europe. He’s always going somewhere like that, but he’ll be home in two or three weeks.”

“Then we’ll be alone for three weeks?” Irene asked, dismayed.

“Why not?” Pauline returned indifferently. “There’s nothing to be afraid of with servants in the house.”

But Irene was not used to servants. Ever since her father became disabled she had waited on herself and kept their shabby little house in apple-pie order. The house was closed now and their few good pieces of furniture put in storage. All summer long there would not be any rent problems or any cooking. Then, when fall came, she and her father would find a new home. Where it would be or how they would pay for it worried Irene when she thought about it. She tried not to think because Dr. Bolton had told her she needed a rest. Her father, a patient of the doctor’s, was undergoing treatments at the Farringdon Sanitarium. The treatments were being given according to Dr. Bolton’s directions but not by him as Judy’s home, too, was closed for the summer. Her parents had not intended to stay away more than a week or two, but influenza had swept the town where they were visiting. Naturally, the doctor stayed and his wife with him. Judy’s brother, a reporter and student of journalism, had gone to live in the college dormitory.

Thus it was that both girls knew they could not return to Farringdon no matter how homesick they might be. They had the cat for comfort and they had each other. Ever since Irene had come to work in Dr. Bolton’s office these two had been like sisters. Lois, Lorraine, Betty, Marge, Pauline—all of them were friends. But Irene and Honey, the other girl who had shared Judy’s home, were closer than that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene the longing of the other girl for something to hold fast to—a substantial home that could not be taken away at every whim of the landlord, just enough money so that she could afford to look her best and the security of some strong person to depend upon.

“Will your school last long?” Irene was asking the dark-haired girl.

“Not long enough,” Pauline sighed, revealing the fact that she too had troubles.

“Then you’ll be free?” Irene went on, unmindful of the sigh. “We can go places together? You’ll have time to show us around.”

Pauline shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t talk about time to me. Time will be my middle name after I graduate. There isn’t a single thing I really want to do, least of all stay at home all day. College is a bore unless you’re planning a career. What do you intend to do when you’re through school?”

“I hadn’t planned,” Irene said, “except that I want time to read and go ahead with my music. Of course I’ll keep house somewhere for Dad. It will be so nice to have him well again, and I love keeping house.”

“What about your work for my father?” Judy asked.

Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t really need me any more. I know now, Judy, that you just made that position for me. It was lovely of you, but I—I’d just as soon not go back where I’m not needed. Your father trusts too many people ever to get rich and he could use that money he’s been paying me.”

“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.

Irene’s feelings, however, could not easily be changed, and with both girls having such grave worries the problem bid fair to be too great a one for even Judy to solve. Solving problems, she hoped, would eventually be her career for she planned to become a regular detective with a star under her coat. Now she confided this ambition to the other two girls.

“A detective!” Pauline gasped. “Why, Judy, only men are detectives. Can you imagine anyone taking a mere girl on the police force?”

“Chief Kelly, back home, would take her this very minute if she applied,” Irene declared.

Pauline nodded, easily convinced. This practical, black-haired, blue-eyed girl had helped Judy solve two mysteries and knew that she had talent. But Pauline didn’t want to meet crooks. She didn’t want to be bothered with sick or feeble-minded people and often felt thankful that her father, a brain specialist, had his offices elsewhere. Pauline wanted to meet cultured people who were also interesting.

“People, like that man we met on the bus,” she said, “who read and can discuss books intelligently. I’d hate to think of his being mixed up in anything crooked.”

“You can’t make me believe that he was,” Irene put in with a vigor quite rare for her. “Couldn’t you just see in his eyes that he was real?”

“I didn’t look in his eyes,” Judy returned with a laugh, “but you can be sure I’ll never be satisfied until we find out what that mysterious telegram meant.”

In the days that followed Judy learned that the mere mention of the stranger’s name, Dale Meredith, would cause either girl to cease worrying about a home or about a career, as the case might be.

“It’s almost magical,” she said to herself and had to admit that the spell was also upon her. Perhaps a dozen times a day she would puzzle over the torn papers in her pocketbook. But then, it was Judy’s nature to puzzle over things. It was for that reason that she usually chose detective stories whenever she sat down with a book. That hammock up there on the roof garden was an invitation to read, and soon Judy and Irene had finished all the suitable stories in Dr. Faulkner’s library. They had seen a few shows, gazed at a great many tall buildings, and found New York, generally, less thrilling from the street than it had been from the roof garden.

Pauline sensed this and worried about entertaining her guests. “How would you like to go and see Grant’s Tomb today?” she suggested.

“For Heaven’s sake, think of something a little more exciting than that,” Judy exclaimed thoughtlessly. “I’d rather find a library somewhere and then lie and read something in the hammock.”

“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.

“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline said, “why not walk along with me and I’ll show you one on my way to school.”

“A big one?” Judy asked.

“No, just a small one. In fact, it’s only a bookshop with a circulating library for its customers.”

Judy sighed. It would seem nice to see something small for a change. She never recognized this library at all until they were almost inside the door. Then her eyes shone.

What an interesting place it was! On the counters were quaint gifts and novelties as well as books. The salesladies all wore smocks, like artists, and had the courtesy to leave the girls alone. Pauline had to hurry on to school but left Judy and Irene to browse. Before long they had discovered a sign reading MYSTERY AND ADVENTURE. That was what Judy liked. Rows and rows of new books, like soldiers, marched along the shelves.

“What a lot of flying stories,” Irene said, absently removing one of them from its place.

“And murder mysteries,” Judy added. “It’s always a temptation to read them. Murders in Castle Stein….”

She started back as her eye caught the author’s name.

It was Dale Meredith!



Thrilled by her discovery, Judy removed the torn pieces of telegram from her purse and began unraveling the mystery, bit by bit. Irene looked on, trembling with excitement.

“‘CUT ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP FIFTY THOUSAND IS PLENTY STOP….’ Art Shop Robbery! That sounds like a title! And someone wanted him to cut it to fifty thousand words—just a nice length for a book. That must have been what he was doing on the bus, cutting down the number of words on those typewritten pages.”

“Why, of course,” Irene agreed. “I always knew you were gifted, Judy, but can you explain this?” She pointed.

“‘ONE MAN MURDERED INTERESTS RANDALL….’ Easy as pie! Another title and a publisher.”

Judy tossed her head with a self-satisfied air of importance. Every one of their questions might be answered in the classified directory.

They found a telephone booth near by and a directory on the shelf beside it. Promptly turning to the list of publishing houses, Judy’s finger traveled down one complete page and half of another, but no Randall could she find. With a sigh of disappointment she turned to look again at the telegram:


What sort of person was she? A relative? No. Relatives didn’t discuss terms with authors. Wives and sweethearts didn’t either. They might discuss his books, but not terms. Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale Meredith sounded musical.

Flipping the pages of the directory, Judy came upon the answer to their question:

“AUTHOR’S AGENTS (See Literary Agents).”

“That might be it!”

She turned to the place and, beginning at the top of the page, both girls searched eagerly through the G’s…..

The Lumberjack Sky Pilot

Author: Thomas Whittles
Published: 1880
Title: The Lumberjack Sky Pilot
Language: English
Subject: Presbyterian Church — Clergy — Biography
Subject: Higgins, Francis Edmund, 1865-1915
Subject: Church work with loggers — Minnesota
Copyright Status Public domain

Begin of the book:


I. The Lumberjacks and the Lumberjack Sky Pilot. 13
II. The Work at Barnum, Minnesota. 33
III. In the Heart of the Logging District. 51
IV. The Lumberjack in the Camps. 71
V. A View of the Camp Services. 95
VI. Itinerating in the Camps. 123
VII. Work in the Lumber Towns. 153
VIII. Muscular Christianity. 183
IX. The Field and Its Possibilities. 223





The Winona Publishing Company



The intent of this little volume is not to glorify a man, but to present the parish of the pines. Imagination has little part in its pages, for the incidents are actual happenings and the descriptions are taken from life. The condition of the foresters is really the theme, although the title draws attention to the missionary. Because the Rev. Frank E. Higgins has given himself devotedly to the men of forest and river, I have chosen his experiences as hooks on which to hang the pictures of pinery life. Mr. Higgins has labored with no thought of fame, but with devotion to God and man; and so I write not to exalt the missionary, but to introduce you to his interesting parishioners.

I have written with love because I know the Sky Pilot. I have written with prayerful longing because I know the lumberjacks. If through my unskilled effort you become interested in the isolated, wayward woodsmen, I shall be fully repaid.

March, 1908.

T. D. W.


“Men who plow the sea, spend they may—and free,
But nowhere is there prodigal among those careless Jacks
Who will toss the hard won spoil of a year of lusty toil
Like the Prodigals of Pickpole and the Ishmaels of the Ax.”

Holman Day.





It has long been felt by those familiar with the human side of the forest life that its call should be heard, and that the efforts of devoted hearts to minister to the peculiar needs of the men behind the axe and the saw should be made known. This volume is a timely response to that desire. Through a veritable forest of material the author safely arrives with us at the camp-fire and heart-fire of the lumberjack. Most writers must create their own heroes; ours found his awaiting him, for God created Frank E. Higgins, the hero of this book. It is just like God to make such a man when there is such a work to be done. It shows us how busy Providence is in human affairs. The least we can do in return is to know that man and get his message.

The dumb creatures of the wood have just now almost a superfluity of exponents6 and disciples. The humanity of the woods is just beginning to have its champions.

The Lure of the Wild has long prevailed to call men forth to kill, or prospect, or sin, but in a lovelier guise it will possess the readers of this book to make them enter the Wild to pity, love, and save. To most of them this narrative will come as a surprise. It may even raise the question of possible exaggeration as to the extent of human suffering and degradation involved in the simple task of felling the forests to meet the needs of a growing nation. To those, however, who have been over the trail, it will appeal as a moderate but faithful picture of scenes of intensest pathos and tragedy which are but commonplace in the parish of the Sky Pilot to the Lumberjacks.

The fierceness with which evil hunts its human prey, and makes strong men of our own day and nation no better than the old galley-slave, toiling to enrich their brutal masters, can be only partially set forth in the limits of these pages. We shall all be made better neighbors to our homeless brothers in the wilderness by following Mr. Whittles’ surprising and fascinating story7 and by walking in the footsteps of the modest missionary of the Cross, of whom he writes, on his round of mercy through camp and brush, for whose zeal the winter’s blast is never too severe, and whose love for souls melts a pathway through drifted snow. We shall be reminded afresh of how rough is the work and how great the human sacrifice by which the wants of civilization are satisfied. We shall also be moved to resolve that the amount of the vicarious suffering of men for this end shall be reduced of all that portion of it that comes through our indifference and the activity of evil. This narrative adds a unique and valuable chapter to the records of our country. It will be read with gratitude by every one, who for whatever cause seeks wider knowledge of his fellowmen. Most of all will it appeal to the Christian hearts of our land to whom these men of the woods will seem as brothers, having more than their share of life’s hardships and temptations and less than their share of its privilege and its opportunity.

It is most earnestly to be hoped that it8 may reach all the homes of our land and cause them to rest a while from the fiction of the hour, that, in the glow of these human realities, stranger than the inventions of fancy, we may learn henceforth to suffer in the afflictions of our exceptional members and relieve the conditions which make them helpless without our aid.





While I waited for a train, a woodsman entered the station. He was dressed in a rough Mackinaw jacket; coarse socks held his trousers close to his legs, and on his hands were heavy woolen mittens. Everything proclaimed him to be a man of the camps.

“Hello, Jack,” I said in greeting, “how were the woods this winter? Anything new in the camps?”

Jack jammed the Peerless into his strong-smelling pipe, struck a match and replied: “Snowed so blank hard that half the gang jumped the job, and us fools that stayed worked up to our necks trying to get out the stuff. This winter was Hades, but not quite so warm—no, not by a jugfull. Why say, neighbor, in our camp the whisky froze up and kept the bunch sober until we got a new supply.”

14He paused, looked me over, and began again:

“You’re a preacher, ain’t you?”

“I am,” I replied.

“Well, then, here’s news you’ll enjoy. We’re all thinking of joining the church—us fellows in the camps. Funny, ain’t it? The gospel sharks are in the tall timber and are getting bags of game that would shame a pot hunter. The cloth has donned overalls and is preaching at us. Savvy, Preacher?—we’ve actually got so civilized that they’re preaching at us God-forsaken lumberjacks. How does that strike you for news?”

He paused to see the effect this intelligence was having on me, then continued:

“The sermons we get are the real thing. No sun-proof paint on them, no ‘by-your-leave,’ but the straight goods, the pure stuff—chips, bark and timber. Everything we get is government sealed, punk proof, top-loaded and headed for the landing—which is us. It all comes our way and we hold our noses and take the medicine. What party do you happen to hitch to?”

“Denomination?” I asked, “I am a Presbyterian.”

15“Good! So am I. I don’t happen to belong yet, but if they keep on hewing to the line, I’ll have to join—or hike. Our Sky Pilot, Frank Higgins, belongs to your crowd. Probably you know him?”

“I have known him a long time,” I replied.

“Shake! If you’re a friend of his you’ll do. He’s onto his job, and if this keeps up, the guy that splashes ink on the church roll will be kept busy adding our names. There’s my train.”

He was gone. May the day soon come when the half jesting prophecy of the lumberjack will be fulfilled.


Stately and green is the forest of the North Star State. From Lake Superior the great pineries of Minnesota extend unbroken until the fertile silt of the Red River Valley limits the growth of the pines. Two hundred miles is the width of the forest and the evergreen covers the northern half of the state. This is “the woods” of Minnesota—the center of the logging industry.

About five hundred camps mar this beautiful region with their rude shacks and temporary16shelters, some of them being scores of miles from the permanent settlements. During the winter months twenty thousand men labor in the scattered camps of this vast territory, removing the growth of ages that the farms and cities may have comfort and protection. The primeval forest has been invaded, and on the zero air of the north the ring of the ax, the tearing of saws and the strange oaths of the teamsters mingle with the crash of falling trees.

The workers of the forest are called lumberjacks. In all the country there is scarcely a more interesting group of men—interesting because so wayward and prodigal in life and habit, while their forest home appeals to every leaf-loving soul. They are the nomads of the west—farm hands and railroad constructionists in summer, woodsmen in winter—with no settled abode, no place they call home. A few years ago Michigan claimed them; later their habitat was in the forests of Wisconsin; now the woods of Minnesota is their rendezvous.


The typical lumberjack is a man of large heart and little will. He sins with willing freedom, because he has almost lost the17 power to check his evil desires, and it is so easy to yield to the vultures who make sin convenient and righteousness hard. The saloon and brothel are ever alluringly near, while the church and bethel are slow to approach. The harpies of sin wait at every turn to prey upon the woodsman—though they damn his soul it matters not, if they obtain the cash.

The railroads push their iron arms into the heart of the wooded lands, and the villages follow the railways, desiring to be near the camps for the trade they bring. Almost without exception the first places of business are the saloons, to which are attached the outfits of the gamblers, and conveniently near are the places of shame. One new town in the pineries had between forty and fifty saloons (forty-six I believe is the number), five large brothels, and the gambling hells were many, yet the population of the place was little over two thousand. It was evident to the casual visitor that its chief industry was to separate the campmen from their earnings by preying on their weaknesses. Another village is beautifully situated at the junction of two rivers. All around it is well18 timbered land, and from the nature of the soil the place is destined to be of importance in the coming years, but at the time of this writing the village with its adjacent territory only contains a population of about two hundred. The village has less than a dozen houses, but six saloons do a thriving business and the brothel has appeared. You ask where the places obtain their patronage? From the camps. The foresters are the source of profit; the population of the town would not be able to keep one saloon in business. Nor are these solitary instances. The same conditions are to be found in almost every hamlet and village in the woods. Day and night they ply their sinful trade, and soon the gold, which the lumberjack risked his life to win, jingles in the coffers of the shameless or gleams in the till of the saloon or gambling hell.

Sunday is the harvest day of iniquity. The men are released from labor and pour into the villages to spend the hours of rest. The wheel, whisky and women separate them from their earnings, and like the withered leaves of autumn the strong wielders of the ax and canthook fall easy victims. One19 night “to blow in the stake,” regrets for a moment—then back to the loneliness of the winter woods again. He is said to be a poor lumberjack who can keep his wages over night.

Jack is not always a willing victim. Often by knockout drops he is reduced to insensibility and robbed. He may complain of the treatment, but he is helpless through lack of evidence, and is told to “go up river,” or is hustled unfeelingly out of town. “He’s only a lumberjack and is better off when all in.” This is all the sympathy the Ishmaelite receives. No place is open to him except the one he should avoid. The churches are too weak to meet the large demands, and so no place of refuge opens its doors of hope to the prodigal. The balm of sympathy comes to him limitedly; humanity is as cold as the frozen streams of his winter’s retreat. Civilization is viewed only as a place of unbridled license where the law favors the spoiler. God is dead. Christ is only a word of convenient profanity. The church has forgotten the prodigal while caring for the souls of the saved. Thus he views life. In his wretchedness he labors for the keepers of the gates20 of death and is satisfied, if, by the sweat of his brow, he can win an hour of forgetfulness in the place of riot and shame.

No picture was ever painted so dark as to exclude all light. God made it so. Even in the neglected sons of the lumber-camps is seen a hopeful ray—for their hearts are as rich in charity as their lives are dark with sin. Their sympathies can easily be touched. It is through the open freedom of their generous nature that the reforming power of the gospel can enter. The only remedy for the campmen is the sustaining power of the Man of Nazareth. When they shall learn to know the Christ of God as the Savior of men, the darkened lives of the foresters will be transformed, and the fruits they shall bring forth will be the wished for deeds of righteousness.

When the Rev. Francis Edmund Higgins, the Lumberjack Sky Pilot, began his work among these neglected Ishmaelites, no religious society was making an effort to raise the moral and spiritual condition of the campmen. The Catholic church, then as now, devoted itself to the hospital work in the nearby towns, but no denomination invaded the camps to lead the bunkmen to right living.21 At the time of this writing the Presbyterian church is the only religious organization having special missionaries in the lumbercamps.

Regardless of denominational prejudice, the work of Frank Higgins appeals to the whole Christian church, not only on account of its peculiar type, but also because of the interesting man conducting it. Fitted by nature and training for his work, he is striving with heart and hand in a large and lonely field. He is the pastor of a large and scattered flock which for long and weary years has known no shepherd. Depraved men are being reached, lifted and kept for God through him—men alone are his parishioners.

Seldom is a pastor more beloved by his people. The rough but kindly hearts of the lumberjacks go out to this fearless minister who self-sacrificingly breaks the bread of life to the husk-fed prodigals of the far north country. The lumberjacks will fight for their Sky Pilot; and even the ranks of the enemy—the saloonmen, the gamblers, the brothel keepers—are compelled to admire this earnest Christian minister who is valiantly fighting a hard battle for God and righteousness.

22The Rev. Frank Higgins is a resolute character, full of zeal and undaunted courage. God gave him a strong body and he is using it for the Giver. That rare virtue we call tact, or sanctified common sense, shows itself in all his dealings with men. False dignity is absent from him, but the dignity of sterling purpose and determined endeavor is ever present. He is no slave to custom, but is a man who does things in his own way, and does them well. The title the loggers have conferred upon him is one of affection; he is the Lumberjack Sky Pilot, and if you heard his forest parishioners speak that name, you would realize that his ordination was threefold—ordained of God, by the presbytery and by the lumberjacks.

Frank E. Higgins was born in the Queen City of the West, Toronto, Ontario, on the nineteenth day of August, 1865. He was the seventh child to come into the home, but the only one to survive the vicissitudes of infancy. His parents were both Irish, but his father, Samuel Higgins, was born in the Dominion, and for some years prior to his death kept a hotel in Toronto on the site where the Walker House now stands. In this house23 Frank was born. Ann Higgins, the mother, first saw the sun in the Ulster settlement of Ireland, her parents bringing her to Canada when she was four years old. Samuel Higgins died when Frank was seven years of age.

Two years after the death of Frank’s father, Ann Higgins married John Castle, an Englishman, who shortly afterwards moved the family to Shelburne, Dufferin County, Ontario. Here in the untouched wilderness the settlers began to force an opening for cabin and crops. The country was new. Few white families were near, but on the Higgins homestead were several camps of Sioux Indians. The land was forest covered, the towering cedar and hemlock stretched their graceful fingers heavenward, the spreading maples delighted the eye, and the white robes of the slender birch lent variety to the sylvan scene. With painful effort the sentinels were felled and squared for cabin and sheds, and fields of grain succeeded the fallen forest.

The companions of Frank Higgins were the children of the Sioux Indians, whose tepees were near the homestead. With the children of the Indians he took his lessons in24 woodcraft, learned to draw the bow, or childishly labored at the tasks of the growing braves. One of his early recollections is of secretly carrying a loaf of bread from his home to trade with an Indian youth for bow and arrows. Perhaps the subsequent strapping he received had something to do with the permanency and vividness of the recollection. For three years the Indians were his constant playmates. From the warlike Sioux, fearlessness was imbibed, their love of the forest became his, and an ineffaceable delight in tree and stream was stamped in the character of the growing boy. “I feel it now,” he said to me, but recently when we were in the city together, “I want to get back to the solitudes where the trees have voices and every stream a story. I love the camps rather than the cities. I have never passed from my boyhood love—my first love—the trees, the hills, the brooks. In the pineries I feel as if I were a boy back in the old days again.”


These were days of gold and purple when the child was learning the mysteries of life, days of ceaseless roaming in which nature taught her truths through leaf and twig, through dew and whispering breeze. He was25 nature taught—all that touches “the wild and pillared shades” belongs to his free, frank nature. Unknowingly he was beholding the beauty of his future kingdom and unconsciously equipping himself for the years of zealous toil among the white nomads whose weapons are the ax, the saw and the peavey—a change in equipment and complexion, with the same stage setting.

Few school privileges came to the forest lad. When he should have been at his studies there was no school to attend; when the school came, only brief periods were allowed to him. At twelve he took his place by his stepfather’s side and assisted in supporting the family. Every hand was needed, and the boy’s little counted for much. There was ground to clear of trees and underbrush, there were rails to split and fields to fence, and in the winter logging, claimed his labor for the cash it gave in return.

Dufferin County could offer few advantages in those days. Its sparsely settled condition meant absence of amusements and communal privileges. Most of the new settlers were of English blood, and while they were willing to stint and sacrifice, yet they demanded the presence of the church. A26 church was organized near the Castle home, to which John and Ann Castle gave their united support. Frank’s stepfather was a godly man, in whose life was reflected the spirit of our Master’s teaching. Service and fellowship were the watchwords of the home. Of material wealth the cabin could not boast, but in spiritual gifts its occupants were far from poor. It was largely through these examples of Christian living that Frank Higgins acquired a knowledge and interest in the things of God.

When Frank was eighteen years old a wave of religious awakening swept through the community, and the stepson of John Castle was one of the first to surrender to the Master. Immediately he interested himself in the welfare of his companions, doing personal work among them. The result was that most of his companions joined the company of believers. These young men then organized a semi-weekly prayer meeting in the schoolhouse and Frank Higgins led the first meeting. Nine of those who attended those prayer meetings have since gone forth to preach the everlasting Gospel. There must have been good stuff among the settlers of Dufferin County.

27The ministry always had its charms for Frank Higgins. Long before he united with the church, the desire to preach had possessed him. Many were the sermons he delivered to the cattle, stumps and trees, while going the rounds of his daily labor. On one occasion the stepfather and hired man hid behind the stumps that they might receive edification from the discourses that so often wasted their sweetness on the desert air. Unaware of their presence, Frank worked a while, then, laying aside his ax, mounted a log and began his sermon to the stumps. Vigorously he chided them for their inactivity. Emphatic were the woes he pronounced upon them who were at ease, while the harvest called loudly for workers. Enthusiastically he bade the stumps march forward and with unsheathed sword take possession of the Promised Land. The hidden ones, suppressing mirth that almost injured them, silently thrust their heads above the hiding place and looked with forced solemnity at the big, lonely preacher. So unexpected was their appearance, that he, who a moment before was willing to lead an army of stumps to victory, retreated to the cover of the forest, pursued28 by the convulsing laughter of his friends. Years afterwards, when commenting on the above incident, he said: “You see, it was a sermon to men after all. I had intended it for stumps, but it produced action among men.” He laughed.

Men have always been his auditors. From the time of his stump sermon they have listened to his story of the Cross, and today among the stumps of the pineries he preaches with results that cause the angels to laugh in gladness.

At the age of twenty Frank Higgins returned to Toronto, the city of his birth, where he resided with relatives. He there entered the public schools, taking up the studies which the conditions in Dufferin County prevented him from acquiring in boyhood. It took courage to enter the sixth grade of the city schools, a big brawny man among babes. Unaccustomed to cities and civilization, he felt ill at ease away from his native woods. His hands were better acquainted with the ax than with the pen and pencil, but he stuck to his task while the blush of shame mounted his cheek as he sat among the little children of the grade. His29 teachers did not find him an apt scholar, but they bowed before the originality of his untutored mind.

Three years were spent in the grades and two in the high school, after which he left the Dominion of Canada and came to Minnesota, at the age of twenty-five.

In the fall of 1890 he began lay preaching in the Methodist Episcopal church at Annandale, Minnesota, and for two years labored in that field; doing very successful work. He was fortunate in the companionship of Dr. A. M. Ridgeway, a young physician who had recently begun to practice in the village. This friend did all he could to cover the defects of the frontiersman and to aid him to self-improvement. It was largely through Dr. Ridgeway’s persuasion that Higgins gave up his work at Annandale and went to Hamline University to continue his studies. For two years he applied himself to books, but owing to the scarcity of funds he was compelled to preach on the Sabbaths, and the small salary thus obtained helped to support him in the University. The name of the late Rev. L. M. Merritt, of Onesta M. E. Church, Duluth, Minnesota, is held by30 him in revered memory for the timely encouragement and assistance rendered him at this period.

In 1895 the way opened for him to enter the service of his mother church. The Presbyterian Church at Barnum, Minnesota, was offered to him and the layman found himself in the denomination of his youth. The work at Barnum, Minnesota, changed the whole course of his life.




The new field to which Mr. Higgins went was a lumber town. Barnum, Minnesota, had a population of less than four hundred, but the nearby lumber camps added considerably to its business interests. The Presbyterian Church at that place was weak, and when Presbytery sent the young Canadian there to advance the cause of Christ, it also took him under its care as a student for the ministry, and assigned studies suited to his special case.

At Barnum, Frank Higgins first came into touch with the loggers of Minnesota. On all sides were the camps crowded with men who felled the forests during the winter, and in the spring floated the logs over lake and river to the large sawmills farther south.

Shortly after he changed his residence to the lumber town, he went with several friends across the country to where the river34 drivers were at work on the Kettle River drive. It was spring. The ice-locked lakes and rivers were once more open, and now the accumulated logs that had been placed on the icy lakes and streams were floating with the current to the city mills.

After several hours traveling through a rough and new country, parts of which were cut over lands, scenically uninviting, the party arrived at the point of the river where the men, who, in the parlance of the loggers are called “riverpigs,” were at work. In midstream the men were sacking logs with peavey, or directing with pike pole. From log to log the skillful drivers leaped, now riding on the huge timbers, now wading in the shallows, or following the logs from the shore. It seemed an easy thing to do, to ride the swift moving logs, but only a master can keep his place on the unsteady, rolling steed.

In a bend of the river, below the place where the drivers were working, the large flat-boat called the wannigan, was tied. The wannigan is a floating bunkhouse, cookshed and store combined. In it the men make their home during the drive. The35 supper hour was near when the visitors arrived at Kettle River; the journey had been long, so the disturbing blast of the cookee’s horn was a welcome sound. In response to the call the rivermen hastily made for shore, and headed for the grassy place near the wannigan. The example of the workers was followed by the visitors, who helped themselves to iron knives and forks, tin spoons, cups and dishes. The wet drivers sat around the campfire and ate with a heartiness that comes from a life spent in “God’s own open air.”

The men lounged about the fire after the meal, and the topics of the village and the happenings of the river were discussed. Just as the sun was tossing back his lingering kisses at the sleepy forest and ever wakeful river, the riverpigs requested Mr. Higgins to give them a gospel service. It was a surprising request, coming from such a source, for the river drivers looked and acted as if they cared not for these things. The preacher had heard their fluent profanity as they directed the logs, and when they asked for the gospel he could not veil his surprise. But the request was in harmony with the hour.36 Nature was worshiping. The solemn hush of the evening was upon tree and stream and even the ceaseless babble of the river came only in whispers. Man felt a desire to join in the Creator’s praise, and where is there a better sanctuary than in the cloistered halls of the greenwood, on the banks of a crystal stream?

Taking a log for a platform, unaided by Bible or hymn book, Mr. Higgins began the service. “Nearer My God to Thee” was the hymn, and the men of the pickpole joined heartily in the song, “Jesus Lover of My Soul;” they sang until it seemed that the sunset joined in the praise and the trees of the field clapped their hands in timely melody. Over the running river the tall pines caught up the music and bowed in reverence, while the echoes answered back, “Oh, Receive My Soul at Last.”

With what supreme interest the men about the camp-fire listened to the old, old story of Christ who loves the wanderer! The shades of night fell low upon the darkening earth while the preacher spoke of The Light of The World, and the men sat wrapped in thoughts of things they had forgotten or37 never known. Recollections of the home tree came back to some, and the sweet lullaby of a mother stole into minds long forgetful of home and other days. At the spring of boyhood they drank again, and the counsels of youth came with hallowed sweetness to the men seated in the playing shadows of the dying fire.

Faces long strange to tears were furrowed. Wishes were born that later became realities of good. Like a voice from another world came the benediction to the group about the bright glowing embers. From across the stream the echo floated back, and the “amen” of nature came like a mother’s tender prayer.

On the morrow when the visitors were returning, several of the rivermen went to the preacher and spoke of the pleasure they had derived from the service.

“We’re away out here in the timber and it ain’t often the church comes our way,” said one.

“If some preacher would come here once in a while, he could give us a lift. The Lord knows we need it,” added another.

“Can’t you come and give us a turn?” they asked.

38In response to the extended invitations, Mr. Higgins often went to the drive on Kettle River. An appreciative audience was always waiting—an audience that would gladden the heart of any minister who was anxious to deliver God’s message.

Prior to his visit to Kettle River, Mr. Higgins had never been on the drive. Everything about the work was new to him, but he joined the riverpigs on the stream, and added to their merriment by his unskilled attempts at logdriving. Taking the long pickpole, the preacher mounted the floating log, while every driver looked out of the tail of his eye for the soon-coming moment when “his reverence” would descend to the depths—”so far,” said one of the men, “that he would draw down the log with a suction.” In the midst of their work the drivers shouted advice and encouragement.

But a laugh does not deter a man like Frank Higgins. The love of the forest and river was in his blood, and the strong body and determined will welcomed the difficulties of the river. Even the discomforts of a sudden bath did not cool his zeal. He believed that if these men were to be his hearers he39 must know how to appreciate their labors, and that appreciation could only be acquired by passing through the intricacies of the calling. So skill came with practice, and a knowledge of the drive after many sudden descents into the flowing waters.

This was a part of the equipment for ministering—a strange preparation—but men whose labors demand strength of limb and skill of body are more likely to listen to him who can prove his physical ability. In the estimation of some, manual labor may not preserve the dignity of the cloth, but it adds to the dignity of the man. The lumberjacks and rivermen have no admiration for him who is fearful of hardship, or succumbs before the strenuous labor which they themselves must daily perform. The pineries is no place for weaklings, nor the drive for the fearful. Among these men physical prowess wins where mental powers fail to get a hearing, but the combination of both, backed by a strong desire to serve, is a combination sure of success.

“When you are in Barnum I want you men to remember me,” said the preacher to the drivers. “My home and church are open40 to you. You are ju….

The Boys of the Wireless; Or, A Stirring Rescue from the Deep

Author: Frank Webster
Published: 1912
Title: The Boys of the Wireless; Or, A Stirring Rescue from the Deep
Language: English
Subject: Adventure and adventurers — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Mystery and detective stories
Subject: Parker, Penny (Fictitious character) — Juvenile fiction
Subject: Women detectives — Juvenile fiction
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“What’s that new-fangled thing on the blasted oak, Tom?”

“That, Ben, is a wireless.”

“Oh, you don’t say so!”

“Or, rather the start of one.”

“Say, you aren’t original or ambitious or anything like that, are you?”

The speaker, Ben Dixon, bestowed a look of admiration and interest on the chum he liked best of all in the world, Tom Barnes.

Tom was reckoned a genius in the little community in which he lived. He had the record of “always being up to something.” In the present instance he had been up a tree, it seemed. From “the new-fangled thing” Ben had discovered in passing the familiar landmark, the blasted oak, wires and rods ran up to quite a height, showing that some one had done some climbing.

Ben became instantly absorbed in an inspection of the contrivance before him. He himself had some mechanical talent. His father had been an inventor in a small way, and anything in which Tom had a part always attracted him.

“Tell me about it. What’s that thing up there?” asked Ben, pointing directly at some metal rods attached to the broken-off top of the tree.

“Those are antennae.”

“Looks like an—twenty!” chuckled Ben over his own joke. “There’s a whole network of them, isn’t there?”

“They run down to a relay, Ben, catching the electric waves striking the decoherer, which taps the coherer and disarranges a lot of brass filings by mechanical vibration. That’s the whole essence of the wireless—otherwise it is no different from common telegraphy—a group of parts each for individual service in transmitting or receiving the electric waves.”

“Thank you!” observed Ben drily. “How delightfully plain that all is! You rattle those scientific terms off good and spry, though.”

“So will you, as soon as you do what I’ve been doing,” asserted Tom.

“And what’s that?”

“Getting a glance at the real wireless outfit Mr. Edson is operating down at Sandy Point.”

“I heard of that,” nodded Ben.

“He’s a fine man,” said Tom enthusiastically. “He’s taken all kinds of trouble to post me and explain things I wanted to know. This little side show of mine is just an experiment on a small scale. I don’t expect any grand results. It will work out the principle, though, and when I get to taking messages——”

“What! you don’t mean to say you can do that?”

“Just that, Ben,” declared Tom confidently.

“From where?”

“Well, mostly from Mr. Edson’s station at Sandy Point, and maybe some stray ones that may slip past him.”

“Say!” cried Ben, on fire at once with emulation and optimism, “what’s the matter with me starting a station, too, down at my house? Then we could have all kinds of fun over our line.”

“It isn’t much work nor expense,” said Tom. “You can get an outfit cheap for a home-made apparatus—you need some coarse and fine wire for the main coil, a glass tube, a bell, sounder and a buzzer, some electromagnets——”

“I see,” interrupted Ben with a mock groan, “just a few things picked up anywhere. Oh, yes!”

“You won’t be discouraged once you get interested, Ben,” assured Tom. “We’ll talk about your starting a station later. Just now you can help me quite a bit if you want to.”

“Sure!” returned the enterprising Ben with vim.

“All right; I want to string a coil of new wire I got yesterday,” explained Tom, going around to the other side of the tree. “Why, it’s gone!” he cried.

“What’s gone?” queried Ben.

“The wire. Now, isn’t that a shame!” cried Tom indignantly, fussing around among the grass and bushes. “That coil couldn’t have walked away. Some one must have stolen it.”

“Don’t be too hasty, Tom. Some one passing by may have picked it up. You know the fellows are playing ball over in the meadow just beyond here. Some of them may have cut across and stumbled over your wire.”

“Couldn’t they see that I was putting up a station here?” demanded Tom with asperity.

“Station?” repeated Ben with a jolly laugh. “See here, old fellow, you forget that we scientific numbskulls wouldn’t know your contrivance here from a clothes dryer.”

“Well, come on, anyway. I’ve got to find that wire,” said Tom with determination.

In the distance they could hear the shouts of boys at play, and passing through some brushwood they came to the edge of the open meadow lining the river.

Half a dozen boys were engaged in various pastimes. Two of them playing at catch greeted Tom with enthusiasm.

There was no boy at Rockley Cove more popular than Tom Barnes. His father had farmed it, as the saying goes, at the edge of the little village for over a quarter of a century. While Mr. Barnes was not exactly a wealthy man he made a good living, and Tom dressed pretty well, and was kept at school right along. Now it was vacation time, and outside of a few chores about the house morning and evening Tom’s time was his own.

The result was that usually Tom had abundant leisure for sports. The welcome with which his advent was hailed therefore, was quite natural.

“I say, Tom,” suddenly spoke Ben, seizing the arm of his companion in some excitement, “there’s Mart Walters.”

“Ah, he’s here, is he?” exclaimed Tom, and started rapidly across the meadow to where a crowd of boys were grouped about a diving plank running out over the stream. “I’m bothered about that missing coil, but I guess I can take time to attend to Walters.”

The boy he alluded to was talking to several companions as Tom and Ben came up. His back was to the newcomers and he did not see them approach. Mart Walters was a fop and a braggart. Tom noticed that he was arrayed in his best, and his first overheard words announced that he was bragging as usual.

Mart was explaining to a credulous audience some of the wonderful feats in diving and swimming he had engaged in during a recent stay in Boston. With a good deal of boastful pride he alluded to a friend, Bert Aldrich, whose father was a part owner of a big city natatorium. Tom interrupted his bombast unceremoniously by suddenly appearing directly in front of the boaster.

“Hello, Mart Walters,” he hailed in a sort of aggressive way.

“Hello yourself,” retorted Mart, with a slight uneasiness of manner.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Tom bluntly.


“Yes, ever since I heard some criticisms of yours yesterday on my bungling swimming.”

“Oh, I didn’t say much,” declared Mart evasively.

“You said enough to make the crowd believe you could beat me all hollow at diving.”

“Well,” flustered Mart desperately, “I can.”

“Want to prove that?” challenged Tom sharply.

“Some time.”

“Why not now? We’re all here and the water is fine. We’ll make it a dash for the half-mile fence and return, under water test, somersaults and diving.”

Mart had begun to retreat. He flushed and stammered. Finally he blurted out:

“I’m due now at Morgan’s with a message from my folks.”

“You haven’t seemed in a hurry,” suggested Ben.

“Well, I am now.”

“Yes, might muss your collar if you got wet!” sneered a fellow in the crowd.

“All right,” said Tom, “when will you be back?”

“Can’t say,” declared Mart. “You see, I don’t know how long I may be.”

He started off, flushed and sheep-faced under the critical gaze of the crowd. As he did so Tom noticed that he had something in his hand.

“Here!” he cried, “where did you get that?”

Tom had discovered his missing coil of wire. His hand seized it. Mart’s did not let go. The latter gave a jerk, Tom a twist.

“That’s mine,” Tom said simply. “You took it from where I was stringing up my wireless.”

“I found it,” shouted Mart, thoroughly infuriated in being crossed in any of his plans. “It was kicking around loose. I’ll have it too—take that!”

He came at Tom so suddenly that the latter, unprepared for the attack, went swinging to the ground under a dizzying blow.

It looked as if Mart was about to follow up the assault with a kick. Tom offset that peril with a dextrous maneuvre.

Seated flat, he spun about like a top. His feet met the ankles of the onrushing Mart.

Mart stumbled, tripped and slipped. He tried to catch himself, lost his balance, fell backward, and the next instant went headlong into the water with a resounding splash.


A yell of derisive delight went up from the smaller youths of the crowd as Mart Walters went toppling into the water. Mart did not have a real friend in Rockley Cove, and the little fellows Welcomed an opportunity for showing their dislike.

Tom, however, promptly on his feet was making for the spot where Mart was puffing and splashing about, when two of his friends in bathing attire anticipated his helpful action, reached Mart, and led him, blinded and dripping, onto dry land.

Mart was a sight. All the starch was taken out of him, and out of his clothes. He did not linger to renew the conflict. He only shook his fist at Tom with the half Whimpered words:

“I’ll fix you, Tom Barnes, see if I don’t! This will be a sorry day for you.”

“Who started it?” demanded Tom bluntly.

“I’ll get even with you for this treatment,” threatened Mart direfully, sneaking off.

“You’ve made an enemy for life of that fellow, Tom,” declared Ben.

“Well, he never was very friendly towards me,” responded Tom. “Where’s the wire? I’ve got it,” and he picked it up from the ground where it had dropped. “I’m sorry this thing occurred, but he brought it on himself. Come on, Ben.”

“You’re going to stay and have some fun, aren’t you, Tom?” inquired one of the swimmers.

“Can’t, boys—that is, just now. I’ve got something to attend to. See you again.”

Tom and Ben had not proceeded fifty feet, however, when a hurried call halted them. Tom’s younger brother came running towards…..