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DAILY EAST OREG0N1AN, PENDLETON, OREGON, TUESDAY EVENING, OCTOBER 18, 1921. TEN PAGES Tf MCE EIGHT A Can of salmon rOODl'!" cried Jamie one day as j 4lie law his mother brine out a oan of salmon. "Salmon cro- j I queues for lunch! Let me open '"u.an, mother?" "QladV," answered his mother. "Only don't cut yourself on the edRes. There, that's rlrht now empty It out -n this pan and we'll pick out the aones and skin before we make him into croquettes." "Poor old fellow!" Jamie sympa thized, as he poured the contents of the can out. "It Isn't as nice In that old can as It was swimming around In the water, Is It?" He looked closer. "Where Is his head, mother?" he cried. "Sardines have heads and tails, too, but this salmon doesn't look like ash at all." . "It Is fish, all right. Jamie, but not a whole one. It would take a mighty big can to hold a whole salmon." "Why, how big are they?" the little boy wanted to know. "Oh, the grown-up fish weigh any way from ten to eighty pounds they average about fifteen pounds apiece, I relieve, so you see the cans we get ontaln only a very small part of the ahnon." "Did ha live In the ocean or In a river?" Jamie asked, watching his mother pick out the gray skin and put It under the table lor Tabby, the cat. who thought salmon was the best thins In the world. "I'art of his lifo he spent In a river and part in the ocean," Jamie's moth er toll! him. 'That's funny!" sail J.rt.l.. "I many lish flo tnm!" "No, fish as a rule are either fresh water fish or ocean Ikh, but the sal mon Is both." "Oh, tell me about It." begsed Jamiu, to whom that sounded very in teresting. "Well," said his mother," the egg that the salmon was hatched from was laid in fresh water in the shallow bed of the beginning of some river, beneath the gravel. His mother had traveled many miles to lay her eges up there, and his father traveled with her. They had left the ocean in the spring or summer and hail gone up tho river, slowly at first, to get used to the fresh water, then more rapidly. l-TP. UP they sY.ani, although tho cur rent of the river was flowing toward the sea." "It must have been hard work." said Jamie. "I know myself how much easier It is to swim down stream." "Yes, and these salmon not only had to swim ag.rfnst tl.e current, but they had to go through rillles and oc casionally they came to high water- ( & KITTY KINGFISHER ) tuc; if Mm r "Dili Ho Uvo In Tho Ocean Or In A llivcr?" Asfcei! Jmiilp 11 ILK I don't have quite as nuch blue in my dress as that i r.oisy husband of mine, people j tay I'm every bit as pretty. In I from the way tooS OA i he courted me, hs must '.'..irk I'm prettier. Tzr one thing. I keep my long head feathers neater than he does: but In most ways, we are very much ulike. particularly when we get to discussing the best place for the nest, then we both talk so loud and fust, that neither one hears a word the other says. Cut In the end. I generally have my way, and the nest goes where I thought It ought. Speak ing of the nest, we don't build In trees, but In a bank, right near the water, for there's where we get our living, you know. When we have decided on a place, both of us work, turn ahout digging out a round hole about ten nr fifteen inches deep, straight in the clay, and when wc think it is deep enough, we dig down, and make the cutest little round nursery you e"or saw. We don't take the trouble to make a soft cradle for the babies when they hatch, 'or we don't believe In soft beds for children. We think they are healthier if they sleep on n hard, stlckley one. so we get all the old fishbones and fish s-ales vp can find, and make the mat tress of that. And if the children find It uncomfortable, they never say so. as nil their time is taken up crying for something to eat. I tell you wo have a time keeping their stomachs half way full, as I don't believe a youns kingfisher ever got so full, but what It could eat some more. As soon as their eyes are open In the morning, they start In begging for breakfast, and then on until dinner time, they are fussing about some thing between meals, and from dinner to supper It Is the same thing. Some days when it is stormy, and fishing is poor, wo have to carry them nearly everything wo catch, and the conse nuenco is. we go lo bed hungrv. Hut we are willing to do rlmost anything to havii a little peace in the family. Hut never mind, just wait about a year from now when they have babies of their own, Jhen maybe they will ap preciate what we have done for them. And evsn when they have left the rest, aad are nearly as big as we are, they follow us about, pet In the way, hold their bills wide open, and beg to be fed. Instead of trying to catch something for themselves but I sup- pose all parents have their trophies, so I oughtn't to complain. Aside from the children, that sky blue husband, who was a bridegroom not three montns ago, is sometimes a great trial, ila gets me so nervous, that I feel like plunging under the wa ter and staying there for Jfood if I were right sure he would be sorry, I believe I'd do it. It's like this: He thinks tho river for a mile up and down from the nest, actually belongs to him, as If he had bought and paid for it, and If a fisherman happens along with his rod on his shoulder, Eiggity (that's my husband's given name), screams at him something awful. He will light t . a snag over the water, as near as he dares go, and shaking his head until every feather in his crest looks as if it Is going to come out, he uses language to that man, such as I hope you will never hear. "Jhe man pays not the slightest atten tion to him, and goes on with his fish ing, and when he sets rea,u- ir, down the river, Biggity follows along, abusing and brow-beating him. until he is out of hearing. After the man has gone, and things have quieted aown, nere comes Biggity flying up the river, with the bigeest t.iio v ,., henrd. about how brave he wa3, what he told the man. and all that. And he gets as mad as fury, If I don't drop everything and listen to his bragging, as if I wasn't right there and saw it all. It Is the same way if another kingfisher, on his way dow:, the river, stops Just long enough to snatch a minnow, Biggity will fly richt at the stranger, and drive him off. Not a very nice way to treat a visitor. I should say, but that 4s the way he al ways does. And all the time he Is at It, he keeps up a rattling and a squawking, that in comparison, would make the din from a boiler factory, sound like the notes of a hermit thrush at eventide. But who,, i comes to scientific fishing, I must say, I have never seen his Mini ir ...M sit on a limb over the water, for the longest time without moving a feather. and one that did not know him, would think he was asleep. When all of a sudden he will fall off that limb, hit the water with a splash, and disap pear, and in a few seconds, up he comes with a fish In his bill. About the only time ho Is really of any help to me, Is when the nest has to bo dug out, and then he will do Just exactly half the work, but not one hit more. lit , sf; 6f AM A V -4 &M falls." "What In the world did they do then?" asked Jamie. "They gave a irreat leap up Into tho air and landed up above tho falls," his mother told him. "Oh, mother, .honestly?" cried Jamie, to whom such a feat sounded very wonderful. "Did they Jump nslit out of tli water?" "Yes, and after a short rest they went on again, luster and faster, until they reai bed the shallow wafers where i ho river began. There, in Ihe fall. lyiii'T on her side and flapping her tail in stir up tlie gravel, the mother sal mon laid thousands of tiny cl'ks, while the rather guarded her and fouf,lit off any other lish that ranio near." "Jist tho way human fathers take car-, of h'li'in n.o'b-r" ' ' ''"' Tl"-n r'- t''" ieie'-ir ""d r"" r Mil-I mon tako care of the baby fishes, too?" 'Wo, Indeed. As soon as the egg3 are laid, tho fish parents seem to think tiiat they have dnno their duty and away they swim down toward the oceun, leaving the e;jo3 to take care of themselves." "Why, I should think something would get the eggs!" , "Very often something does, for salmon eggs are a great delicacy. But some escape, and In ' about two months, tiny, almost transparent baby lish comii out of the cgs." "What do the baby fish eat when thev are so little?" "They are too weak to hunt for fond, so Nnture helps them out. She makes them seek a quiet spot where they won't be disturbed, where they I've iivnn little sacks of food that are nttai-fci-d to the under nnrt of their body." "A lunch basket, huh?" Jamie laughed. "Go on, mother." "Well, when they have eaten all their lunch they are strong enough to find their own food, so they start out. The baby salmon is called a 'parr' or 'pink' at this nge, and ho has a most terrible appetite. He does nothing but eat, eat, all tho time ho eats water Insects, worms, snails, almost anything for about two years, when he is about six inches long. Then all of a sudden he begins to get his clothes ready for a long journey. He Is going down to tho sea where the grown-up salmons live, for he Is noth ing but a 'smelt' now. Ho has been brown and yellow trimmed In purple stripes and red spots, but his travel ing clothes are of silver. "Ho swims rapidly down the river until he reaches the place wher the SEED-CHILDREN W N autumn all the race of flow'rs is ready to depart; M But, ere it sinks into the mold, each blossom bares its heart, j And from that cradle children, nursed thro' summer's rain and shine. Take flight to hide till wint- r's cold and dreary days decline. In whispers carried by the wind, the withered b'oss.jms sigh: "Go seek your fortunes in the vorld, dear childVci, ere we die. When spring returns, your blooms unfold that be. jty may not fail In wood and field go tell to men your ever wonurous tale." fresh and salt waters mix. There he lingers awhile, probably to get used to the ocean water, but soon he swims into the sea, where In a year or two he weighs four or five pounds and Is called a 'grilse'. Perhaps he goes back up the river when he is this old. but more likely he waits until he is a full-fledged salmon as big as his mother and father were when they came up the river several years before to lay the eggs." "I'd love to see salmon swimming up the river," said Jamie. "Do they ever come up tho Ok4o Iliver?" "No," his mother told him. "They come up only the rivers that empty into the sea, mostly those rivers that empty Into the North Atlantic or Pa cific Oceans." "Is there Just one kind of salmon, mother?" "No, there are many varieties, but only about six kinds that are very good to eat." "What kind Is this?" Jamie wanted to know. His mother picked up the can and read the label. "This Is blue-back or red salmon," she told him. "It was caucht In the Columbia River. "Whnt makes the salmon such n pretty color?" Jamie asked. ''I S that way when It Is alive?" "No, it turns an orange-pink whet it Is cooked," replied his mother. "On the banks of the rivers where the salmon are caught are great canning factories where the salmon la put Into cans and cooked, so that we folks who don't live near the ocean may hav salmon to eat." J "How do the fishermen catch tho1 salmon, mother? On hooks?" . , "No, they have great nets, Virf strongly made, for the salmon are very powerful fish and fight a great deal when they are caught. But Of they swim close to the surface of tho river they are ascending, It Is very easy to catch them with nets." By this time the salmon wouldn't have known himself If he had met himself. He was mixed with eggs and cracker crumbs and molded Into a dozen neat croquettes that made Jamie's mouth water, they looked so good. And what made them taste all the better when Jamie ate them for lunch was that he knew that at one time they had been part of a beauti ful big fish swimming around In the ocean or traveling far up some river to f ei'iT. ALTA who participated in the spectacular snmv scenes, a team of shaggy sledge J dnifrt thai have tieen service in several polar expeditions, were used by Miss Allison. The miileuiutes that 'were driven through the land of the Mld-iJ niyht Sun ! Slel'l'auson on his last, dash to the uncharted regions of the Far Ninth, made their Initial appear-; Mm-,. Iiefuie the camera for this pro-. ,i I "I'.ig Came" is a screen version of tho Hieaclwiiy stage success by Wiliard Kolieiisnii and KillMUirn (ioi'don. It' was prepared for the filnl by lOdward T. I.nwe, Jr., of Metro's scenario staff. 1 'I'lie HiMiporting company includes For-, days' trip linin llidlvwimd. the nearer rest Stanley. K.lwaru ecu. .on if iiii Jniiniey yas made instead I bury, William Klim-r nitil Sidney 1'AI-; In n'ddltlon In Hie bum m plawrs li'mili. Hallas Kit Mem Id directed. , ARCADE Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday Children, 5c Adults, 25c SPECIAL MUSIC BY THE ALTA ORCHESTRA l T T(MY A hliztui'tl.thal swept Ihe high alti tudes of Northern California provided u backdrop tor Ihe big scenes in Metro's pti.iL pi'iiiliicliiui of "Illg Utiine," slurring Mnv Allison, new showing at the Attn Theatre. When rilinlng id' the new pie arc was begun llayard Veiller, chief of productions til Melio's West Coast studies, planned Ihe sending of nil ex ped.lliill lo Ihe Caliaill.nl Muoils for the big scenes. Hut when II was found that Ihe 'woods, miles of snow and n I unlaliiM 'background reiiulred by the 'script were to be fo nid within two R1V0U Wednesday Only TODAY CHILDREN 5c ADULTS 20c HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A man and lion fight to the death? A hand of savages hi own to pieees? A savage lion lassoed from an air plane? 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GAME David Powell CC (paramount (picture (1?"T T ' Pvr- Qiiality PRINTING at Reasonable l'rices j had thought she had married a man Sho fonn(3 that his coat of arms was more strikin tlian tlis p.ittcrn of Lis course- that he feared the cold steel of Jean St. Jean's knife more than Uio event of the sinister Canadian trapper" overtures to herself. How Eleanor fought free of the dilemma is a story that will stir the heart deeply' From the Broadway ttapp success fv fTULird Robcrtrnn tJld kilhniirn fnrtlon fy'-rortr ,- fW- fit. ,pr;.IJ