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Sport of the Desert pp BY CARI. R. RASWAN ' Before ¢unrise all of us were ready for the chase, which was to be in the neighborkood of Khabra Mirfiya, the only rain-pool in 'this region which contained any water. The mares with their riders stood in a large semicircle around the great Shaalan tent. The thin greyhounds were leaping about the horses. They would follow us on the leash, but, once we were past all danger from their enemies the fero- cious sheperd dogs of the camp, they would be freed. They knew it was their day. Joyous were the falcons, also, perched before the tents, cooing to their trainers and masters. At a word from Fuaz, who slave mounted on his war-horse, a slave wearing a leather gauntlet on his hand released one of the falcons, and, when Fauz called her with the fal- coner's shout, "Idi-idi!" she alighted upon his raised left fist. After he had hooded the falcon a- gain, he rode over to me and with his free arm clasped me to his heart. "We are going to hunt through the enuless space of the air," he said. "The chase is a sister to the battle, because the prey, when brought to our feet, is a defeated hero." Our party made a brilliant scene as it rode away. Fuaz had thirty negro slaves with him, each one carrying a hunting falcon and also, after the dogs were released, taking care of two greyhounds. Eight of the prince's relatives and friends, astride their celebrated mares, also carried fal- cons on their gloves, and more than two hundred riders followed us or rode several miles ahead. Suddenly his traired eyes discover- ed a heron mounting higher and high- er into the air. Shouting some joy- ous words, "Yi aini, ya yihidd, hanak el-talak!"--"Oh, my eye, O Hawk, there is thy prey!" he tried with eag- er hands to unfasten the hood and the foot-thongs of his falcon while his mare was still going at full galloy. Excitedly he went on: "Oh, thine eyes are quicksilver and thy chest is gold-brocaded silk! Oh thou art the lightning and the thunder, tne sword of heaven!" Now that he had loosed the lash, he cried to her: "Iftah, iftah, iftah el- yefarfir!"--"Open, open, open thy wings!" and, lifting her up and down and swinging hep --gidewise in his hand, relegSed her. es og cruel but noble bird soared into air with, flutterihg wings and cries that rang ainnaturaily shrill upon the desert emptiness. = Then downward she darted like an arrow, falling with bowed wings in order to seize the heron, who, at the very last moment, flung himself away. Thereupon, fall- ing again in a terrible "stoop," she used the increasing speed for a sud- den upward curve, in th epath of the wind, which caried her windward of the quarry and gave her a new posi- tion, higher and of greater advantage for her attack. 2 Fauz cried out in delight, "Praise be .0 the Lord, my falcon is swoop- ing down!" and from the old Arabic poem he recited: "She catches the prey in her talons as in a net!" With her feet held close to her body, she rushed down, straight and steady, and then with a quick, nearly unnoticeable spread of her wings, swooped again--stopped and swooped once more--on to of the prey. Roll- ing and falling, once stopping for a moment, because the big heron was fighting for his life in the blue ocean of the air, came the ball of scuffing birds. = feathers, torn loose, flutter- ed to the ground. Then I saw that the falcon had been -able to separate herself, not without dealing the final deadly blow. Thereafter she sailed away in the wind and, as the quarry bounced to the desert ground, gave herself a satisfied swing and with a swoop brought herself close to us. Two of the jirwa, or female grey- hounds, were now sent after the prize, which they dragged in. A rider met them half-way and cut off the head of the big bird. Finally we sighted a herd of gazell- es. New life came into the whole party. We spread out over a long line of attack, more or less in a half- circle. We came very close to some of the gazelles, but they managed to break suddenly to the side. The sport lasted for at least an hour. Some of our mares became ex- hausted and were kept back. Swiftly the rest of us kept on moving, assist- ed by the greyhounds. I slowed my mare down when I noticed that four Bedouins, including the prince, with twitching hands were again loosing the leather hoods and foot-leashes and straps of their hunting-birds. Buzzing and crying, the birds sail ed away the moment they were set free and in an almost incredibly short time were gliding down, close to the ground, on the poor, unlucky gazelles, which, with dashes and side jumps, with newy increased speed and with despairing strength, tried to shake off the gruesome nurderers from their bleeding necks: and heads. The ob- ject of the falcons was to blind the animals. - Five gazelles had been killed, but there was one young buck that had led us a merry chase. He had shaken off two birds already, one of them lamed. The Bedouins were not going to give us up; they knew that he was nearing the end of his strength. You could see him distinctly a few miles ahead of us, watching. Slowly our left and right wing of riders closed in on him. My hope was that he might escape, but the hope seemed vain. He was losing ground rapidly, and the two strongest falcons of one fal- coner, and two more, belonging to Fuaz, had the burka removed. These terrible birds soon had the poor buck in their talons and were trying to reach the glistening eyes with their beaks. Eagerly the Bedouins called to them their respective names: "Ya khattafl!"--"Oh my snatcher!" "Ya saffaji!"--"0 my striker!" The young gazelle buck was wiser than they thought him. Suddenly he three falcons sticking to his head and neck--and then down he went, bur- rowing his dagger-like little horns with a quick side thrust of his head into the ground. It was the work of an instant, but there was only one falcon on his head when he dashed away. After a while we saw that not even this one bird was torturing him any more. The hero of the day dis- appeared into the sanctuary of the desert. Our return was not so glorious as our departure from the tented plains had been. The mares looked the best of all; they carried not only their tired masters but the delicate grey- hounds, which had sore feet from the fine gravelly ground and the hot peb- bles on some rock-strewn stretches of the desert, and also the tropies of the chase thrown over their croups or withers--good cheer for the hunter's pot and for hunger-bitten souls. I had my fill of hunting with falcons and greyhounds that day, and in the future found it more enjoyable just to run after a fleeing hare or gazelle on my swift mare, though I never suec- ceeded in outdistancing either one of them.--From the June Asia. ", - Holidays Phoebe Fenwick Gaye in the Lon- don Morning Post: Change should be' the key-note of our leisure days, and what we need is not only change of air, but change of mind. We cannot expect to recapture the careless bliss of childhood if we take away with 'us, along with, our bag and baggage, 2 disgruntled and yeary point of view. There are people so weary that they take perpetual holidays, and suffer great liners to carry round the world those bodies whose brains are too blase to do active work themselves. The Seven Wonders cannot awe such people. They pause, murmur "How pretty" yawn a little, and pass on. s! COMPANIONS I cannot be certain not to meet with evil company, but I will be careful not to keep with evil company. 1 would willingly sort myself fith such as should either teach or learn good- ness; and if my companion cannot make me better, nos I him good, I will rather leave him ill than he shall make me worse. ee ee stopped and leaped into the air with] Highly Prized Trophy --- a This is the Beatty Trophy, present- ed by the chairman and president of the Canadian Pacific Railway, for inter-regimental competition among pipers of Canadian Highland Regi- ments, to be played for at the High- land Gathering and Scottish Music Festival scheduled to be held at Banff August 30 September 2. The gath- ering brings together pipers frofl one end of Canada to the other, from Nova Scotia to, British Columbia, and is the great.evwent of the year in Scot- tish-Cauadian circles. , Ey Drought Within hushed cathedral of the trees A whisper moves upon the heavy air, As though one heard the all-but- silericed prayer Of earth, athirst for some God-given ease To its tormenting; the great argosies Of laden clouds for ever omward fare, Full-freighted with the comfort' that they bear Yet may not bring to port. So He decrees. Plenty will surely come to death's despite; Yet though gj een vistas to my view zeal. , or Pa I have felv "horror in the hopeless night, ; For me--the dust of drought it on my soul; I may not ever quite forget again His hand withheld the solace of the rain. --Hasen in the Sydney Bulletin. Victoria. TROUBLES Never bear more than one kind of trouble at a time. Soma: people bear three kinds--all they have had, all they may have now, and all they ex- pect to have.--E. E. Hale. mn A TRUTH 1 have seldom known any one who deserted Truth in trifles, that could If one does not take chances he must take what's left by those who do. be trusted in matters of Importance.-- Paley. | Whois a Doctor? - In your hands we plige our social and individual health. -~¥ou, and you alone may use the hallowed title, "Doctor of Medicine", and by virtue of that title, heal the 'sick and pre- serve the well. x Perhaps the best answer to that question, is this. imagine, if you can, the condition that would exist if the medical profession were not so re- cognized. Suppose that any man who bad the laudable ambition to heal his fellow-men of their ill\s--could without any supervision call himself "Doctor" and begin cutting people up and dosing them with potations of his own concoction. What an epid- emic of horrible deaths there would be. How quickly the public's present profound respect for the title "Doc- tor," would be changed to the deepest distrust! To become a medical student, one must first pass his honor matricula- tion. That tak.s five years. After that, he must spend another six years at a recognized medical school. It is hard to adequately suggest, in a sketchy article of this nature, the vast scope of 3 modern medical cur- riculum. The neophyte must learn physics, chemistry, biology, physio- logy, pharmacology, anatomy, his- tology (involving ' a nunderstanding of the microscopic structure of the body.) From these basic studies, all of which, where they touch the human ebing, deal merely with the normal, the student then proceeds to patho- logy, the study of sickness, in its dif- ferent aspects, pathological chemis- try, bacteriology and immunology, medicine and surgery in all their branches, preventive medicine hygi- ene. It is still harder for the reader to appreciate the vast historical back- ground, the great wealth and rich- ness of meaning of all of those terms; of the tremendous accumulation of knowledge that a would<be doctor must painstakingly acquire. And when he has spent six long years ac- quiring it, it is then customary for him to spend one or more often two years as an interne in a hospital. So that a youth of nineteen who finishes his honor matric and starts to "go through for ag doctor" knows that he will be about 28 before he starts earning anything. And even then, it will take him another five years be- fore he begins to earn more than enough for the ordinary necessities of life : | Which means that a doctor doesn't begin to earn anything to speak of, as a rule, till he is thirty-three- In the meantime, he has spent from gix to eight years learning his pro- fession, he has had to master all the old, as well as all the new branches of medicine, he has passed a number of stiff examinations--made extra stiff in order to. keep an already crowded profession from becoming over-crowded. (And from this extra- ordinary severity of examination, the general public is obviously the great- est gainer, since only the more in- telligent, reliable students succeed in passing.) He has spent an absolute minimum of $1,000 a year for six years, includ- ing $150 for tuition, $100 for books and equipment, which leaves very lit- tle for room, board, clothing and in- A Quaint View of the "Old Swimming 'Ole" in Russia most of a refreshing plunge. 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There is no other divi- sion of mankind, with the possible ex- ception of clergymen, that gives away, gratis, more of its time, energy and knowledge than do the doctors. A doctor does an enormous amount of work for which he is not paid. Common humanity demands that he answer any serious call made upon him, at any bour of the day or night, even if he knows that the patient cannot pay. In a way this is unjust, No one expects the keeper of a gro- cery store to give away his goods, even though there may be people starving for lack of them. Yet a doc- tor is expected to do just that--and in most cases he roes. In making this concession to the race generally, the doctor becomes the greatest giver of charity in the community. 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I have endeavored to establish the following facts: that every doctor belongs to a profession whose object above all other things is to heal the sick and to prevent sick- ness; a profession that ies constant- ly improving itself, a profession that has produced men like Koch, Jenner, and asteur, whose discoveries Lave saved the lives of hundreds of thous- ands, and will save unorn hundreds of millions, a profession whose pride is in efficiency, and whose record is one of service that has been to a larger degree unselfish than that of any other mundane calling. * -- HOME Something like home that is not home is to be desired; it is found in the house of a friend.--Sir W. Temple.