THE REFERENDUM 



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says, and the captain steps to his side and 

 makes a satisfied remark, for the rough circle 

 which was the destination of the ship is so 

 close to her actual position that the two cir- 

 cles overlap. 



The captain walks to the front of the 

 bridge, where an opening in the roof of the 

 wheelhouse looks down upon the quartermas- 

 ter. "Slow the main!" "Slow the main, 

 sir," comes the answer. A bell clangs some- 

 where down in the bowels of the ship and 

 the vessel slows down. "Stand by on the 

 main deck." "All ready, sir," answers the 

 boatswain from below. "Put the net over. 

 Heave up. 'Vast heaving." The donkey- 

 engine throbs for a moment, and the net at 

 the end of the steel cable swings up and 

 hangs with its upper ring close to the end of 

 the boom. "Stand by to lower." The cap- 

 tain blows a whistle that hangs from his 

 wrist, and to the whirring of the engine the 

 net sinks until it is just below the surface. 

 Again the whistle sounds and the whirring 

 ceases. "Stop the port engine." "Stop port 

 engine, sir," is repeated from the wheel- 

 house, and again the bell clangs in the en- 

 gine room. "Keep her southwest by south." 

 "Sou'-west by sou' sir," from the wheel- 

 house. 



The net is being towed just under water, 

 as a precaution to insure its landing on the 

 bottom right side up, for if it becomes cap- 

 sized the haul is wasted. The dredging ap- 

 paratus is a trawl, seven feet across the 

 beam, or top, with a net fifteen or twenty 

 feet long of large mesh, one and a half or 

 two inches; attached to the lower end is a 

 scrape dredge, or mud-bag, the top a couple 

 of feet long and six inches wide, with iron 

 scrapers, the bag being of quarter-inch 

 mesh, surrounded by another bag of strong 

 canvas. 



"Stand by to lower." The whistle blows 

 shrilly and trawl and dredge sink out of 

 sight, while the donkey-engine works vigor- 

 ously. A sturdy seaman casts the lead, and 

 his voice sounds up, musically, "Fourteen 

 fathom, sir." The man at the donkey engine 

 calls out the length of cable that has run off 

 the reel, for every ten fathoms, as indicated 

 by a registering device. "Twenty fathom 

 out." "Thirty fathom out, sir." "Let out ten 

 fathoms more," says the captain, "and hold on 

 to it." "Fourteen and one-half fathom, sir," 

 from the leadsman. "Trawl on the bot- 

 tom, sir," says a seaman who has his hand on 

 the cable as it runs out. "What kind of bot- 

 tom?" calls the captain. "Sand, with patches 

 of rock." "Forty fathom out, sir," calls the 

 machinist, and the engine is silent. The 

 haul is on. The vessel is moving slowly, 

 i • under half-speed of the starboard propeller. 

 As the dredge finally sinks out of sight be- 

 neath the surface of the water the observers 

 with their sextants take the angles. Then, as 

 before, they give the draughtsman the read- 

 ings, from which he plots the ship's position, 



while the recorder takes down the an 

 values and the signals on which the an 

 were taken. 



{To be continued.) 



CARE OF THE DOG 



BY A. D. BURIIANS. 



There is nothing that I enjoy more than 

 caring for my dogs. Only a few of the 

 dog fanciers of the country keep more than 

 two, and a majority but one. One dog needs 

 a bit of attention, occasionally, the same as 

 when a half dozen or more are kept about 

 a kennel and yard together. The fancier 

 who spends a small amount of time on his 

 dog has one that looks well, feels well, 

 works well and is more closely attached to 

 him than the neglected animal is to his 

 master. 



There is a dog fancier of our acquaintance 

 whose dog is only one man's dog; I mean 

 that he follows his master only. He can- 

 not be coaxed away by any means. It gives 

 a dog owner a sense of pride when his dog 

 prefers its master's society, rather than that 

 of others. It is this "dog sense" that makes 

 a fellow like to own a good animal. 



Dogs should get their baths and general 

 disinfecting as regularly as feeding, for it 

 ■is as important. One can size a dog owner 

 up by the looks of his dogs. The past spring 

 I bought a very fair bitch from a breeder 

 I had heard a great deal of and on her I 

 had placed something more than ordinary 

 expectations. She arrived — and I arrived at 

 the conclusion that her former owner did 

 not know much about dog care, or else was 

 very loose in his kennel management. She 

 was scabby with filth from her head to 

 heels, and developed a fine case of mange 

 in no' time, even though I was scrubbing 

 her hide with castile soap and warm water 

 every week. Between scrubbings she was 

 well disinfected and kept in only clean quar- 

 ters. The bedding in her kennel was 

 sprinkled with a strong solution of crude 

 carbolic acid, and the kennel floors were 

 scrubbed weekly. Plenty of air-slaked lime 

 is used on yard and after scrubbing. 



The bitch soon began to show signs of 

 improvement as a result of my care, and to- 

 day she is about over the skin trouble. Dur- 

 ing the day my kennel is open, if the weather 

 is not stormy. Two unglazed windows on 

 the south are open most of the year. Heavy 

 netting of a quarter-inch mesh is nailed over 

 them on the inside. The roof is water tight 

 and the floor is warm, being banked up in 

 winter on the outside and heavily bedded 

 with coarse hay. I do not believe in pam- 

 pering a dog except in coldest weather, and 

 then only to keep him warm. My kennel 

 was made of a new coal shed, and I built in 

 the partitions as needed at my leisure, On 



