Outing . a stream of cooled water which hasfirst been boiled. 3. At night smear the lids and eye-lashes with some pure salve to preventthem gluing together while asleep. Prevention of Snow Blindness: The natives of the Far North use eye-coverings which entirely shut out thelight except a narrow slit through whichthey see. Some use smoked glass goggleswhile still others smear their faces withgrease and lampblack to break the is common among mountain climbersto use actors grease paint for this pur-pose. In the Winnipeg region of Can-ada there are used horse hair goggleswhich are superio
Outing . a stream of cooled water which hasfirst been boiled. 3. At night smear the lids and eye-lashes with some pure salve to preventthem gluing together while asleep. Prevention of Snow Blindness: The natives of the Far North use eye-coverings which entirely shut out thelight except a narrow slit through whichthey see. Some use smoked glass goggleswhile still others smear their faces withgrease and lampblack to break the is common among mountain climbersto use actors grease paint for this pur-pose. In the Winnipeg region of Can-ada there are used horse hair goggleswhich are superior to any protection tothe eyes in snow work. They are madeentirely of hair woven in a loose mesh,convex over the eyes. I would adviseanyone traveling in the North to pro-vide himself with them in preferenceto glass, which is coated with frost atevery change of temperature, is alwayscold to the face, and is liable to bebroken. THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSONWEB-FOOTED BEES AND SWAMP ANGELS. CHAPTER VIII The Waterhouse Boys E awoke to anothercool, bright, buttreacherous springmorning. The sunshone through thechinks of the wet hutand the mocking-birds sang in the swampmaples, while the wide-stretching lakewas blue and dimpling beyond the lineof battered driftage hemming us in. Ourcanoe had come through safely on itsperch on the big log. We passed a leis-urely morning rubbing our stiff bonesand drying clothes. And here, in thislonely camp, there came an end to theadventures of Lord Teche. I do hate to kill that chicken, mur-mured Hen, but this morning I feellike fried chicken. Anyhow, wed losehim if we tried to carry him much far-ther. So a few crocodile tears, and thenfried chicken. We had knocked aboutfor eight days with that bayou rooster,and this was the first camp where wehad time for sad but fitting rites. Be-sides, we were afraid the owners of theshack would return, and you all know itis not well to bring chicken and a col-ored brother into too immediatejuxta
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