all that would be necessary to produce more wealth than we could possibly consume, and women and children might be left in their true sphere. The prime cause of this child slavery is private competitive production for profit instead of use. The reason we produce so little wealth now, is because of the deadlock of production. As machinery improves, fewer men are required to produce a given amount of goods; this lessens the wage bill. It is the amount of money paid as wages, that is the extent of the purchasing power of the masses. Those who own the machinery will not produce any more than can be sold with a profit, and that is limited to the amount of money paid as wages, hence factories are shut down to keep them from producing the things the people need that there may be a profit in what they do sell. Production for profit instead of use is responsible for the fact that in the midst of a possible deluge of abundance, millions of willing workers are starving and their children in slavery. This system expels the able-bodied man from the army of industry and forces the tramp's condition on him, while it heartlessly seizes the helpless children and not only makes them joyless slaves, but robs them of the opportunity to get the educational weapons with which to fight the battle of life. C. ORCHARDSON. UNGAVA. A COMPANION IDYL OF MAMELONS. BY W. H. H. MURRAY. CHAPTER III. UNGAVA'S LOVE. "HERE are we come at last. Here, safely guided, I have brought you through the under ways of earth:- the cracks and fissures in her solid crust, made in the ages of forgotten time, when out of distances beyond her orbit fell the bolt of ruin that did rive apart the underlying granite. Past lakes of boiling water, hot with centralf heat; on banks of river sulphur-edged and bottomed; past springs whose flames burn blue and white, yielding no smoke, and dreadful pits which vent the smothered fires where righteous ignorance believes are penned the damned; I, you have guided and brought safely on to sure retreat. Here, crystal, flow sweet waters. Here bread and meat await your hunger. On these piled skins and under eider blankets lighter than moonlit air you can find blessed sleep. Eat, drink, and sleep. Fear not. Trapper, this light is of the day. The air you breathe has It is a remarkable fact and extremely suggestive, that a belief existed among the Indian tribes of the American continent that the earth was once struck by a vast physical body coming suddenly and at tremendous speed out of space, which caused an enormous ruin. We find this legend or oldtime faith among the Aztecs, the Pueblo Indians, the Manans, the Dacotahs or Siouxs, the Chicasaws or Creeks, and all the many branches of the Algonquin family. With more or less difference in descriptive details, as would naturally be expected, the great fact is the same in each tribe or race. With this legend are blended other ones of cave life, and the loss and renewal of the seasons, of day and night, and of vast climatic changes which came to portions of the earth inhabited by their ancestors, as the result of this monstrous visitation. Back of all these legends in time, there must have been some fact as the originating cause. At least, so it would seem. +It is well known that in many of the deep, subterranean passages of the earth, especially in sections of the earth's surface subject to earthquake forces, the waters are hot, and some springs are, literally, of boiling water. poured in currents past the stars. When food and sleep have made you strong again, Ungava will return, and taking hand in hers, will lead you up where you shall see the orb that lights the world, and hear beneath the cliffs the tides come roaring in. Old Chief, sleep well and long. You shall find foe and chance, and out of glorious battle go like warrior to your sires. Eat, drink, and rest, while from my chamber nigh I sing the song that bringeth sleep and pleasant dreams." UNGAVA'S SONG. I. When men do sleep, their angels keep On mountain, plain, or sea. They lose or win, they laugh or weep, Who knows which it may be? Sleep, Trapper, sleep. Dream, Trapper, dream. II. Fair, fair is she, whose deep dark eyes Gazed fondly down on thee. Warm, warm her heart. Beyond the skies She longing waits for thee. Her bosom white, her eyes of night, Are waiting there for thee. Sleep, Trapper, sleep. Dream, Trapper, dream, Of Heaven, and her, and III. me! Mine, mine to keep. Hers, hers to have. So are we blessed three. Soul of my soul. Heart of her heart. I keep. She has. The lots are drawn. I keep. She has. Ah, me! The, wheel stands still. Dream, Trapper, dream, |