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MAN OF COURAGE

BOYAL NAilAENS MAAAililE FOR BAVSIWIfiEN 1978

SNOWBIAjZER CAMP

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til/infer in fhe MounfoinsDecision on fhe Tundro--{ young boy's difficult problem when sfruggling forhis people's survivol

6 Snowblozer Comp----o chollenge fo Royol Rongers in fhe greof outdoors

7 Rongers in fhe News--+hree boys receive very speciol honors. Moybe youwill too somedoy!

I t Sow t Heord, I Felf fheomPororno-o

"picture-bool<" lool< ot this yeo/s Comporomo

12 Dible Husbonds (r Wives---c fun gome to see if you con rernernber who is

monied to whom

12 ' Rongercrqft-techniques

for o covernon cool<out

{ 3 Mon of Couroge----o rnon leods o group of men on o perilous journeyover ice ond oceon

.I 5 Comedy Corner16 Give ond Receive

---c devoled thonks fo lwo greof "givers" in hisrory

HIGH ADVENTURE STAFF: Editor: Johnnie BarnesLayout Editor: Dave Barnes Assoc. Editor:John Eller.

HIGH ADVENTURE-Volume 8. Number 3 (881180) published quarterly byRoyal Rangers, 1445 Boonville Avenue, Springlield, MO 65802. Subscriptionrates: single subscription $I.50 a year; bundle (minimum of five subscrip-tions, all mailed to one address) $I.30 a year. Copyright 1978 Ceneral Coun-cil of the Assemblies of God. Printed in USA. Second-class postage paid atSpringffeld, Mo., and at additional oIffces.

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The first white travelers to Montanafollowed the river valleys westward.The prairies and grassy plateaus gaveway to mountains where glaciers daredthe sunshine and flashed a message tothe world. "And God saw every thingthat He had made, and, behold, it wasvery good."

"It is a land of shining mountains,"the travelers declared. But from Novem-ber until May the mountains shine onlypart time. For weeks they are darkenedby the winter storms. From the Bear-tooths and Absarokas in the south, pastthe Crazies and the Belts and on northand west, the high peaks are a no-man's-1and, a barren land, desolatein the rvilderness.

As you travel into the mountainsthe climate changes every few miles.Alpine country is labeled CanadianZone, HudsonBayZone or Arctic Zone.Plant and animal life differs in each. Atrip to the peaks is like a concentratedjourney from the border ofCanada to thearctic. In winter the transition is dramat-ic. A row of cliffs, the mouth of a can-yon, orthe sudden steepness ofthe rang-es gives one a feeling that a line hasbeen drawn across creation. On one sidewinter is civilized. On the other side theland is shrouded in the mysteries ofstorm.

The sun shines in the valley. Acloud hangs on the ridges. It sits on its

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nest in the high peaks shedding featheryflakes of icy crystals which fall allday and blow into drifts. Streams ofsnow are driven into the air by theprevailing winds. Snow climbs abovethe tops of the mountains, going out,out, out-then silently sifting into thecanyons below.

Glaciers grow. Reserves of snow willnourish the streams for the coming year.There will be water for floods. Therewill be water for irrigation. Ice will capthe highest ridges all summer. On theprairie thirty miles away, tourists willtake pictures of the mountain glacierswhose ties to the ice age remind them ofthe mysterious shortness ofman's stay on

this earth.The clocks of nature run slowly in

the mountain storm. The river poolsare frozen. Waterfalls are embraced in ashroud of ice. Their roar is subdued toa gurgle as the-o- s,ait for the winter topass.

The mountain sheep are on a lowerrange. The bull elks rvho roamed theridges are nou,part ofa giant herd graz-ing in the vallel's. The hoary marmot,like his lowland q'oodchuck cousin, isasleep. The squirrel, the *'easel, thepine martin, the Canadian ja1' and thechickadee coexist rvith the 'nlinter.

Under the up-ended root of a moun-tain spruce, mother and father bear

wait out the winter. Even the birth oftheir offspring will not rouse them forlong. Their alarm is set for spring. Thenthey will awaken as cross as you knowwhat, six months is a long time to waitfor breakfast.

The storms howl. The ridges areswept bare. A clan of mountain goats,monks in white robes, nibble lichens,and dry grass. At the edges ofthe alpinelakes, drifted over the snow, the pikacuts tunnels from storehouse to store-house and den to den.

The storm line holds fast day afterday. Clouds boil along the edge ofthe mass. They venture into the blue sky,then turn tail and hide in the skirts ofmother cloud.

Then one enchanted night the stormstops. The u,ind turns to a whisper.The mountain fog creeps out of thevalleys. A moon beam hits an icy cliffand breaks into a thousand lights. Thecloud lifts from the peaks. It puffs awaypretending it never nested in thecraigs.

The mountains glow.The night is cold. Snow squeaks.

Nostrils freeze together. Crystals of icejewel the earth. The rising sun kicks theblack blanket from the sky. The moun-tains stand as the opened jewel box ofthe Creator.

It is a land of shining mountains.They stir up a voice within you, "Be-hold', it is very good."'lk

Winter in the MountainsBY NOEENr B. YAND

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The malemute growled deep in its am alraid," Jamithroat, and Jami Anluk laid a glovedhand on the shaggy head, stroked thedog's coat reassuringly. The short Articday was fast drawing to a close. Alreadythe blue-black shadows were creep-ing into the hollows, while ominousgray clouds raced overhead.

there is no other wav."

Then far off but still penetratingin its utter loneliness came a cry thatjerked him up short, face sobering."Wolf pack!" he said, half to himself,then adding: "But wolves never attackhumans." Yet somehow the words gavehim liule assrrrance.

The stunted firs were thinning outnow, replaced by rock crags and twisted,gnarled scrub cedar. Jami knew he wasnearing the timber line, and out there,as far as the eye could reach, wasdesolation. It was a forbidden land to hispeople, for it had claimed many a life.

And here he was, a youth of fifteen,

Talking to himself, admitting hisfear, was at least a relief valve to hisemotion. AII the Eskimos talked on thetrail, as he only too well knew.

Funny, that at this moment heshould think of his older brother,Erik, somewhere in this lonely, snow-swept desert, searching for food also.

The wolf cry came again, loudernow.

A month before, all able-bodied menin the village had gone south, takingthe sleds, to meet the supply boat atAngicock. There had been a little foodwhen they left, but the trip was to con-sume at the best two weeks. However,the two weeks dragged into three, andstill the men had failed to return.Something had delayed them, possiblestorm or the boat's late arrival.

Day by day the food shortage gre\,!'more acute in the little village on the

coastal slope. Children were hungry, andthere u'as ven' little food to give them.The grain supplies *,ere exhausted, andsomehog' the coastal waters failed tosupplv the usual fish.

Each vear the caribou herd passedthrough these frozen wastes on seasonalmigration. If onlv someone could reachthe herd. kill several animals for food.

"I anr certain I can bring back meatin a u'eek's time," Erik had confidedto his brother Jami."It is the onl1' thing to do," Jami as-sured him. "You rvili be careful."

"-{11 Eskinios are careful," Erik as-sured him.

-\ u'eek passed. Ten days. Erik didnot refurn.

Jami turned a deaf ear to the old\\'omen. packed his sled, harnessedthe single dog he orvned and headed out.\orr'. before the blue-black shadowsgre\\- too long, he pulled up in the shel-ter of a rock crag, made camp, rustling

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Jami Anlule, Uoung Eskimo boy, needed food forhis people. The sought-dfter caribou herd waselearly in sight, but so wc* a nxan besieged bA u)olaes,Who would he go after, the man or the meqt?

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plenty of wood for his fire.Once the blaze caught the dry moss

entwined in the wood, he sat back,brewing a cup of tea, threw a small fishto the malemute, and ate sparinglyfrom his scant larder. Night clampeddown quickly, and Jami dug into thesnow, feet toward the fire, the dog athis side. The sleep of exhaustion almostimmediately claimed him.

Moments later<r was it hours-heawoke, frightened. The malemutegrowled at his side, hide bristling. Thefire had died down, and quickly he threwdry wood upon it, watched the flamesshoot upward. He glimpsed a wolf, star-ing at them.

He huddled in the snow pit, wrappedin his furs, until the gray ofapproachingdawn painted out the Iong shadows. Thenhe took to the trail again, pulling thesled in tandem with the malemute.

As he forged ahead, the rnalemutestopped at times, sniffing the air, growl-ing deep down in its throat. Jami turnedto him questioningly.

"What do you smell?" he keptasking. "Caribou or the wolf pack?"

It was mid-afternoon when he heardthe shot. He was undecided as to thedirection. But it sounded as if it camefrom ahead.

Working up a snow-slope, he heardanother sound, a lorv rumble thatseemed to come from the tin'rber edge.still far distant. \l/hat u'as this neu'.strange sound?

At the foot of the ridge he stopped.ptzzled, shading his eves from theglare of tlle snou. and ice. -{head u'as a

dark blot on the snou., too far arvay tobe discernible but evidently the figure ofa man.

Then he saw other dark spots in theperimeter of the man and his sled.These spots were mobile, weaving inand out. Even as Jami watched, he sawa puff of white smoke, the echoingblast of a shot. One of the dark spotsleaped into the air, came down sprawl-ing. All of a sudden the true nature ofthe scene dawned upon him-a besiegedman fighting wolves.

"But wolves don't attack a man,"he said to himself. "Why are they doingit now?"

He was pondering this questionwhen the rumble he had detected atthe timber edge broke into a rustlingsound of many moving bodies. Sudden-ly he was gazing at a sight he had neverseen before. "The caribou herdl" he saidexcitedly.

The herd was traveling at an angleto his own trail, would cross his back-trail possibly five hundred yards to wind-ward. That meant he must baektrack ina hurry to get in a lucky shot at one ofthe calves. He started back-stopped.

Ifhe backtracked now, to intercept theherd, he would have to desert the manfighting the wolf pack on the trail

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ahead. It might take hours to get closeenough to the caribou herd for a luckyshot. What would happen to the be-seiged man in the interim?

He simply must get food for hispeople. And the only opportunity that of-fered was to bag a caribou. But if hedid that now, he'd never get back intime to reach the man in the trail, be-sieged by a wolf pack.

What wds u)rong with this mdn?Why didn't he stand up dndfight, instead of crouching be-

hind his sled? "What will I do?"Jami asked. It was & momentousquestion, too big for his com-prehension,

The malemute was watching theretreating caribou, straining at its leash,whining, anxious to be in on the chase.

Jami glanced again at the lumberinganimals, so close and yet so far. Hevisioned the empty larders in thevillage, the hungry children, theemaciated looking women, and his hearttugged within him.

But someirow he got his decisionfrom tl.re grav clouds racing overhead.Someu'here in that vast loneliness avoice spoke to hin.r. u'iped the indecisionfronr his face. "I can't let the rnan die."he said. "Surely. this ls the right thingto do."

He forged ahead. breaking trail.unlin.rbered his rifle. All s'as strangell'quiet at the sledge nou'. He could makeout a huddled figure. The rvolr.es rverestill circling. As he came up from wind-ward he counted seven of the gauntanimals.

As the echo of his first shot rang out,one of the wolves sprawled in thesnow. He shot again, and again, justas fast as he could lever the rifle.Three wolves were in the snow now,another limped away. Then with a lungethe malemute broke away from him,bolted down the slope.

Jami fired once more at the retreat-ing wolves, glanced back, trying tospot the caribou herd, but already theanimals were out of sight. Wearily heforged ahead to the man at the rock crag,his heart heavy. Perhaps he had saveda life, but in so doing he had sacrificeddozens more by not getting the preciousfood.

The problem weighed heavily uponhim as he approached the black rocks,wondering why the man lay so still backof the overturned sledge.

The man was ill or injured! That hadto be the answer. He dropped to hisknees at the side of the hooded figure.Then his eyes widened in surprise.

"Erik!" he said gladly. "My brotherErik-l

Only then did he notice the rudesplint on his brother's left leg.

"It is good to see you!" Erik saidwearily. "The wolves were gettingvery hungry, and my ammunition wasgone.>'

In snatches, while Jami righted thesledge, made his brother more com-fortable, Erik told his story. He hadgone westward for four days, trying tofind the caribou herd. He had been un-successful. Then on the fifth day he hadcome across the wolf pack, traveling to-ward the timber edge at a brisk pace.That revealed something to him: thepack was on the trail of the caribou herd.

He had traveled night and day tokeep up. Then two days ago he spottedthe stragglers of the herd, grazing amongmoss-covered rocks in a sunken valley.He had managed to shoot two calves.One ofthe carcasses he had strapped tothe sledge. The other he had pulled upinto a tree, safely cached until hecould return for it.

He had started the homeward trekin great jubilation. He had enoughmeat on the sledge to last until themen returned.

Then fate had stepped in. He slippedon an icy ledge and broke his left leg,below the knee. He had cut lose hismalemut, hoping he would return to thevillage and help would come. But thewolf pack had changed that plan as well.

He had holed up at the black rocks,using the sledge as a barricade, to fightit out. AII hope had vanished. Only thestocism of his race kept him alive andconscious.

"The wolues snxell,ed the cari'bou meat on the sled,ge," Eriksaid, drinking the hot tea withrelish. "That's whg theY at'tacked."

"And to think," Jami said soberly,"I almost passed you by-to stalk thecaribou herd for 11s21-"

"I would have had the same thoughts,"Erik said.

"I looked up at the racing clouds,"Jami continued. "And suddenly I knewwhat to do. Do not ask me to explain."

Erik made no rebuttal, but his eyesglistened warmly.

The following morning an unusualsight went unnoticed on the icy trail-a single malemute, tugging at a ladensledge, and a slim youth pushing at thegee poles, while on the vehicle rode ayouth whose cheeks were pale, butwhose eyes were as merry as those of hisbrother who pushed so valiantly at hisback. They were going home withprecious food, and the children wouldstop crying. *

are carefully screened at pre-Snow-blazer Camp orientation and AdvancedTraining Camp for their overall skillsin the areas of great importance in win-ter camping. They must attend theabove mentioned orientation andtraining as well as prove their ability andshow their skills in many areas ofwinter camping. They must also havemet very stringently enforced cloth-ing and camp gear requirements beforethey can attend the greatest winter ex-perience-Snow'blazer Camp !

Preparation always helps take theedge off of unforseen problems in camp-ing, and in the realrn of winter camping,that premise is doubly h'ue. When youprepare for and expect the unexpected,you usually find that many aspects ofwinter camping become a challengerather than the end of an unhappy ex-perience. The very things that would

shelters after dark, breaking camp inblizzard conditions, all help makeSnowblazer Camp an experience thatwill make a man out of a boy. As wintercamping reminds us of some values inlife that have been forgotten or dis-carded because of the "easy life" thatAmericans have become accustomed to,values that can only be experiencedunder stress conditions. Add to that theplus of men helping to bring boys tothe full knowledge of God's winterworld and you have the ingredientslor u fourth dimerrsion in camping.

There is a continually growing spiritamong the men and boys. An undefinedborrd between God, man, boy, andnature. It was apparent that we werehere to take what nature had to offer, notwith grudging hearts or haughtyspirits, but with a willingness to learnabout her at her very bestl To take what

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by DON PRENTISS

The Southwestern Section holds itsannual "Snowblazer Camp" at theAssemblies of God Northern MichiganCampgrounds, Lost Valiey, Caylord,Michigan. Camping in the "Fourth Di-mension" always proves to be thegreatest challenge as well as the mostrewarding of all Royal Rangers activitiesin the out-of-doors.

Snowshoeing, backpacking, wil-derness camping and frontier-stylecooking are the main themes at Snow-blazer Camp each year. Added extrassuch as snowshoe hikes, nature study,advanced compass and contour mapreading, wilderness lean-to construc-tion and life and advanced cookingtechniques all help to make the Snow-blazer Camp creative and educational aswell as just plain great winter camp-ing!

While most boys and men find theindoor "craft" and "guest speaker"method of getting "through" wintermonths, the Rangers and Commandersof the Southwestern Section have theopportunity to meet nature at hermajestic best!

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usually send you scurrying for l.romebecause the most exciting and rervard-ing part of snowblazing!

Four- to twelve-foot base snows,numbing cold, snow showers, blizzards,furious winds, wetbunks, fallen shelters,sloppy wet gloves, broken harnesses andstraps, lost pins to backpack straps,overweight packs, the strain of snow-shoeing with all your gear up steepgrades as well as down, having to breaktrail, cooking in snorv storms, building

nature had to teach us and accept itas a learning experience to help pre-pare us for life, our life in Christ. Ourtimes of reflecting around the councilfire, chatting together on the trail, andworshiping together all help to weavethe Snowblazer Camp into one of thegreatest experiences in our lives forChrist. We're thankful for Michiganwinter weather and what it can meanto our spiritual, physical, mental, andsocial growth as Royal Rangers. j1i

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Tony Long

For the first time in its historv, theRoyal Rangers program has seiecteda national Royal Ranger ofthe Year.

During the rer.ent national Campo-rama. the national Royal Rarrgers Execu-tive Committee interviewed l4 topRoyal Rangers to make this selection.Each candidate had alreadv been se-Iected as district Ranger oi the Year.Each boy was graded on his attitudeand responses to a st'ries of se]ectedquestions.

Tony Long, age 15, of the SouthTexas District was selected as the firstnational Ranger of the Year. He waspreseuted with a large trophy and acrisp one hundred dollar bill.

The national Ranger of the Yearwill also sit as a voting member of theNational Council lor the ensuing year.

Tony joined Royai Rangers as aPioneer at age 8. He earned his Gold

N{edal of Achievement (the top awardin Royal Rangers) h 1977. In 1977 hewas selected as the South Texas Dis-trict Ranger ofthe Year, and in 1978 hewas selected as regional Ranger of theYear for the south centlal region. He hasattended JLTC and JLTT. ind is also aholder of both the Gold and Silver Buf-falo -{wards. He has assistecl in startingother Royal Rangers outposts in his:rrea,

Tony made a decision for Christ ata Royai Rangers Council Fire, arrd hasan outstundirrg Christian lestimony.Tony states, "I have gro\\,'n strongerin every area of my life through the RoyalRangers program. I hope to help otherboys dtl the same. t pray that all otherboys will let God move in their liveslike He has in mine."

Tony is a member of Outpost 23 inthe First Assemb11. of God in Neder-lrurd, TX.

TIATIOTIAL F,C,F, SGOUTS ELEGTET'During the recent bii:.lnual n-reeting

of the FCF mernbers jreld in conjunc-tion s-ith the I'rtrtional Camporama, trvoimportant elections took place. Thatof the \atior.ral Scout ancl the Assistant\ational St otrt.

\ot only do these yolrng men repre-sent the total FCF membershipthroughout the U.S., but they alsoserve as members of the national FCFCommittee and the national RoyalRangers Corrncil.

Elected to serve as National Scoutwas Steve Benesh, 17 of Beauinont,TX (Longhorn Chapter-South TexasDistrict).

Elected to the post of AssistantNational Scout was Dale Stout ofBakersfield, CA (Sequoia Chapter-Southern California District).

Our congratulations to these two topyoung merr. We know they will doa greatjob in this capacity.

Retiring as National Scout was DannyBixler of Kansas City, MO (DanielBoone Chapter).

Outgoing Assistant National Scout wasDave Osborn of Salem, OH iJohnnyAppleseed Chapter).

These young men have served theFCF program with distinction over thepast two years.

Thank yorr Dannl' and Dirve lor ajob r.r'ell done!

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at sawthe Gannlx)nioma sltc lnFarrqgirrt State Park, Idolro, a beanrtlful aneasrrrroanded by sc.enla lakes, mountalns,and tall plnes (upper rfght).aI saw a tcnt clty spr.lng upovernlgfit: a clf; of multlcoloredtcrrts, lmprcsslve archwaysaqd oolorful bannc;rs (oppostte).aI saw leaders asslstlng boys lrover flfQr speclal events (opposltc' above).aI saw o sea of blrre capsas hundr.eds of boys tearfullyresponded to l)erury l)uron'severdrrg ralHes (..lght).

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ERN EST SHACKLETON-14 an of CouraseA small group of men stood on the

wind-swept Antarctic shore. In frontstood their leader, Ernest Shackleton.The year was 1914 and the men hadspent the past six months exploring thewintry wastes of the region surround-ing the South Pole.

Now it was time to return home. Butunfortunately their ship, the ENDUR-ANCE, had not lived up to its name. Asthe men stood helplessly looking it wasslowly being crushed by ice.

The men had salvaged all that theycould from the doomed ship. Theyhad brought three lifeboats ashore andsupplies that would last them foronly three weeks. When they weregone the crew would have to dependupon seals and penguins for food.

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They watched in silence until therewas nothing but splinters left of theENDURANCE. Then they turned

. sadly away to store their meager suppliesin the tiny lifeboats, now their only hopeof ever returning to their homes.

For a time they rode an ice floethat was slowly drifting north. Thenone day Shackleton said, "I believe thatwe are now about 100 miles from Ele-phant Island and that we can riskstarting out in our lifeboats.

With their few remaining supplies,along with snow and ice for water,they started out in the open ocean. Someof the men fell ill, many suffered fromfrostbite and they were always hungry.

Their water supply of snow and icegave out and the first thing they did

when they were able was to rush to aglacier. They seized chunks of ice fortheir parched throats.

For a few weeks they were able tolive on the fish and fowl near theshore. As the winter months drew evermore close, Shackleton said, "Theseals and birds will be leaving forthe north. We'll starve if we stay here.Some of us must take a boat and try toreach the whaling station of SouthGeorgia. It's 800 miles and our boatsare in bad shape, but we have no otherchoice."

They all knew of the many dangersof such a trip. They would lack bothfood and water. The boats were in verybad shape. But every man of the crewoffered to go. Shackleton chose five of

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the most able and they set off in thelargest ofthe three lifeboats.

The others stood on the shore andbid them a fear{ul farewell. If they werelost, all would be lost. No boat evermade a stop in this bleak harbor andthe two boats left were all but useless.

For 800 miles the men in the openboat suffered every danger and hardship.They fought a hurricane, a tidal wave,hunger and thirst. The boat began toIeak and they were never dry in that bit-ter weather. One morning they found themast, rigging and foredeck all under aheavy coat of ice. It had to be choppedoffwith spoons and knives.

After three frightful weeks of themost intense suffering they managedto reach the shore of South Georgia.Shackleton gazed at his crew as if hecouldn't believe his eyes. "We madeit!" he said numbly. "We are stillalive."

"Yes," said Worsely, a crew mem-ber, "but it so happens we are on thewrong side of the island. The whalingstation is another 150 miles away andthe boat wouldn't hold out for another

It was a tragic fact. Shackleton turnedand looked up at the icy peaks. "Thereis only one thing we can do. We'll haveto climb across."

They rested for a few days and thenShackleton, Worsely, and Creanstarted out on the fearful journey.They were seamen-not mountainclimbers, but they knew enough to takea rope to bind themselves together.They also took an adze to cut out stepsin the ice.

The ones left behind knew that theywould have a struggle to stay alive untilhelp came-if ever. But they had greatfaith in their daring leader and bid him,and the other two, a cheerful farewell.

The rope proved to be the vital pieceof equipment that was to save the men'sIives. That, along with their greatcourage. They fought their way up-ward, climbing 2,500 feet in two hours.A fog crept over them and they couldbarely see each other's faces. Theymoved slowly along without knowingwhat the next step would bring.

When the fog lifted they were on theedge of a deep chasm. It was so deep,in fact, that they could not see the bot-

tom. They made their way slowly aroundthe edge. For the next three hours theyclimbed an icy peak. At the top theyIooked down upon a sheer 1,500-footdrop. They turned and climbed anotherpeak. There was no way down. Theyclimbed another and yet another.

At the top of the third peak, Creansaid, "We'll freeze up here. It wouldtake days to chop our way down-andwe don't have enough days."

Shackleton looked grim for a mo-ment. Then he said, "I have an idea.It's an awful risk but it's our onlychance. We'll have to slide down."

The other two stared at him in amaze-ment. Crean looked at the awful dropand said one word. "How?"

"We'll make a toboggan. Start rollingthe rope."

The fifty foot rope was coiled into amakeship toboggan. The three mensat down on it, wrapped. their armsaround each other's waists and shotdown. They were at the bottom in threeminutes. They stared at each other in joyand relief.

They stopped for a brief rest and abit of food. In the midst of their meal

their boots nearly worn through. "Whoin heaven's name are you?" he gasped.

The man in the center asked, "Don'tyou know me?"

Sorle shook his head. "I do seem toknow your voice," he said after apause.

The man gave a half smile. "My nameis Shackleton."

Sorle seized him in his arms. "ErnestShackleton. It's been over a year sincewe had any word. We were sure youwere lost. Come on in. What comes first,a bath or food?"

"The bath," answered Shackleton."We just had our last in an icy pool."

After the men had bathed, eaten, andrested they told their strange story. Atonce ships were sent to rescue themen on the other side of the islandand on faraway Elephant Island. Notone man had lost his life throughoutthis perilous journey over ice andocean, I-j

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they heard a whistle. They could notbelieve they heard right. They waitednot daring to speak. Then the whistleblew again.

Now each face lit up with joy. "It mustcome from the whaling station on theother side," said Worsely. "It's callingthe men to work."

"That means we are in hearing dis-tance, if not in sight of men and foodand boats," said Crean.

They quickly finished their mealand climbed another hill. To their dis-may they saw that the only path be-tween two peaks was blocked by athirty-foot waterfall. There was no waywhatever to get around this lasthazard.

"So," said Shackleton, "we ride itdown."

Once more their rope was to be themeans of bringing them to their jour-ney's end. They made it fast in a creviceand one after another rode the ropethrough the waterfall to the bottom. Allthree stood together in a pool of ice wa-ter. They were free at last from theperils of peaks and chasms. They hardly

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noticed their wet clothing as they madetheir way to the whaling station.

Their faces were dark from the beat-ing of the sun and wind. Their cloth-ing was in tatters. They were gauntfrom lack of food and bone tired fromtheir frightful climb and descent.

It was no wonder that the childrenwho saw them ran in fright. They wereused to meeting rough seamen, butthey had never seen any that resembledthese three who appeared from nowhere.A workman, staring at them rubbed hiseyes in disbelief. These men had notcome from any of the whaling shipsin the harbor.

He was even more puzzled when oneof them asked, "Is Mr. Sorle here?"What did these men from nowhereknow of Sorle?

"Yes," he gulped, "I'll call him."He went to the office and called to

Sorle. "There are some awful lookingmen out there. One of them seems toknow you. Anyway, he asked for youby name."

Sorle went to the door. He saw threestrangers, their hair and beards matted,

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Ni/r "What would you get if you crosseda kangaroo u,ith a sheep?"Wit: "A rvoolly jumper."

Warren Bebout\{orro Bay, CA

Trucg: "How do you keep a dog offtheroadP"Spaceg: "You put him in the barkinglot."

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A youngster, presented rvith a hugeGerman shepherd for his birthday,looked at the big dog in wonder, thenturned to his father and asked, "Is hefor me or am I {br him?"Henry Leabo]amestown, CA

A man's car stallecl on a country roadone day. When he got out to fix it, acow came along and stopped beside him."Your trouble is probably in the car-buretor," srrid the cow.

Startled, the man jumped back andran down the road until he met afarmer. He told the farmer his story.

"Was it a large red cow with a brownspot over the right eye?" asked thefarmer.

"Yes, yes," replied the man."Oh! I wouldn't listen to Bessie,"

said the farmer. "She doesn't knowanything about cars."

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Tenant: "Last night those annoyingpeople upstairs banged on the flooruntil well after midnight.Landlord: "Did they wake you up?"Tenant: "No, fortunately I \\'as upplaying my tuba."

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The fatl.rer had been listening forwhat seemed forever to his 7-year-oldpracticing the violin, while the doghowled dismally nearby. Finally heasked the chiid, "Can't you play some-the dog doesn't know?"

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Drioing Instructor: "If there's anykind of emergency, yorl must put onthe brake."Hatlseed: "Doesn't that come with thecar?"

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The rvoman started to leave the roomand the salesman asked where she wasgoing.

"To get a spoon," she replied."They're working on the power linesand the electricity is off for the rest ofthe afternoon."

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e-, Door-to-door salesman, to lloungstersitting on front porch: "Is your motherhome?"Youngster: "Yes, she is."Salesman (after knocking for severalminutes): "I thought yor,r said yourmother was home."Youngster (skipping ofI): "She is-butthis isr't my home."

Warren BeboutMorro Bay, CA

The first grader asked his motherwhy his father brought home n brief-case full of material each night. Sheexplained that he had so much work todo that he couldn't get it all done atthe office.

The youngster pondered this for amoment then asked, "Well, rvhy don'tthey just put him in a slower groupP"

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"If the boy next door bothers youpracticing the piano," said a high-pitched voice on the telephone, "youmight try complaining to my mother."

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Alexander Fleming was a teenagefarm boy when his entire life waschanged in an instant.

Fleming who in the late 1920's dis-covered penicillin was plowing afield when he heard a scream for helpcoming from a nearby lake. Droppingthe plow, he raced to the water's edgeand spotted a struggling swimmer.Without a thought for his own safety,Fleming plunged into the icy water.

He reached the sinking youth,grabbed him around the chest andtowed him to shore. The young manwas revived and a few days later leftScotland for his home in London.

Fleming continued to work thefamily farm, and he'd virtually forgottenthe incident, when a couple of yearslater the youth he'd saved returned toScotland with his parents.

They met Fleming, and belatedlythanked him for saving their son's life.

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In the course of conversation thevasked Fleming what he intended tLdo with his life.

Fleming confided that his dreamwas to become a doctor, but his parentshad little money so he would be a farm-er instead. But they had a different idea.They would pay for his education."You risked your life for our son, allow-ing him to pursue his life's goals. Youshould have the same chance," they toldhim.

Of course it's history now thatFleming did become a doctor and re-seareher. In 1928 he gave the worldits first "wonder drug," penicillin.However, it was almost totally ignoredby the medical profession until 1939 andthe outbreak of World War II. Then itsneed became apparent but havingbeen forgotten for so long it took severalyears more to perfect it for human use.

In 1943 Winston Churchill contracteddouble penumonia and was at death'sdoor. Conventional treatment didn'twork and his doctor concluded thatthe only hope was to use penicillin,even though it was still an experimentald*9.

The preciously small quantity avail-able in England was rushed to Church-ill's doctors, and within hours ofbeing administered his condition hadi mproved dramatical Iy.

Ironically Winston Churchill'slife had again been saved by Fleming, forit was young Winston that Fleming haddragged from the lake decades before.

You have to wonder what would havehappened to the world if both Flemingand the Churchill's hadn't given ofthemselves unselfishly, and by doingso received more in return than thevever expected.

BY BICHAND BAUMAII

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