"No, no," said the lassie, "No, no, that ain't so, Naughty children very often are we, 'Tis 'cause Ma puts a Bible in Pa's chest of clothes Every time that he goes 'way to sea." Gratitude profound, thanksgiving and joy Filled the heart of the loving wife, But the captain, a man of few words, only said, "Yes, a pretty narrow squeak for a life." RICHES C.A. COTTRELL If I can leave behind me, here and there A friend or two to say when I am gone That I have helped to make their pathways fair, Had brought them smiles when they were bowed with care, The riches of this world I'll carry on. If only three or four shall pause to say When I have passed beyond this earthly sphere, That I brought gladness to them on a day When bitterness was theirs, I'll take away More riches than a billionaire leaves here. CAPE TROUT STREAMS The chronic trout fisherman is by nature secretive. He is loath to tell where he made his big catches and shrouds the location of the streams in mystery. If pinned down closely he will sometimes indicate a general locality but it is hard to get him to be more definite. The reason for this is obvious. He is zealous of his rights as a "discoverer" and feels that he is not obliged to share his knowledge with anybody. He won't take the risk of having the stream "fished out" by others than himself. The secrets of the location of gold strikes in the days of '49 were no more closely kept. When the 15th of April comes around each year there are certain wise men who proceed to load up their automobiles with their fishing tackle and in the early morning turn Capeward. They have experiences of previous years to guide them and know certain brooks and pools where the speckled beauties await them. The wise ones know just where to throw their lines and the kind of bait that is sure to lure the denizens of that particular spot. For fishing is a science, as well as a sport requiring skill and judgment. The born fisherman seems to have an uncanny sense of piscatorial thoughts and almost instinctively can determine just the right thing to do and the right time to do it, while the mere amateur fisherman who only wets a line occasionally guesses whether to use a fly or a worm. Yes, the Cape is a noted Mecca for trout fishermen, at least certain parts of the Cape. Within the confines of Bourne, Mashpee, Falmouth and Barnstable are many likely trout brooks and from them are annually taken many catches that gladden the hearts of the sportsmen. These brooks run into the ponds and the sea, they run through marshes and woods. They abound in trout, of the square-tail variety, and those who know them keep their secrets closely. Sometimes a fisherman exhibits a basket of fish that astonishes all beholders. Big speckled beauties they are and in quantity sufficient to satisfy any one.