To Nature

ANTHON L. SKANCHY 331

water. He immediately rowed back to his own island. There I stood, alone, penniless and in a strange place. With a heavy heart I gathered up my satchel and my coat and looked around for my directions. There, as I looked, by my side and on the sand, lay a little pile of money in silver and copper coins, totaling nearly a dollar. I was so affected by this unexpected relief that I sat down on a stone and wept for gratitude. I wondered how this money had been left, and came to the conclusion that some fishermen had probably been selling fish among the neighboring islands and had placed the money that they received, as is very common, in the bailing dipper of the boat; on their way back they had forgotten that the money was in the bail- ing dipper, and in bailing out the boat had thrown the money ac- cidentally on the sand-ridge on which I had landed. However, it had happened. It was another testimony to me that there is One high above us, who sees and knows all things. He knew, no doubt, that I had paid out my last money, and therefore guided my boat so that I landed where this money had been lost. I was grateful to the Lord. I continued my journey from island to island, and at last reached the island of Hasel, where I was received warmly by Cap- tain Christian Hansen and his wife. This time he offered me a much better position in the fishery than I had the previous winter. I was to be with him during January, February and March. He was to furnish the fishing apparatus and my provisions, and we were to divide equally the products of my labor. I agreed to this and we sailed away. j

We lived this winter also in the old log house, and all went fairly well. When the fishing season was ended, and the account was to be settled, I found that my share was about fifty dollars. I paid my debts and continued my journeys again. (to be continued)

To Nature Just walk out into the fields Hear the twittering of birds, Where the flowers grow; Hear the woodland call. Feel the freshness of the air, Feel the breezes blow. See the flying clouds above, See the butterflies. Hear the humming of the bees, In the beauty of them all Hear the waterfall, Nature's power lies.

What for? Don't you get the thought? Think again; did you mar the scene, or not? midway, utah Guy Coleman