It is possible that in their journey south in the Arctic current they accumulate more or less foreign matter by having it ground into their bottoms; but this does not seem probable, as it is hard to force gravel into ice and give it a permanent hold, while mud accumulated in this way would soon be washed out. Then, too, the largest bergs find their way around the edges of the Banks, and do not cross, on account of their draught, for only an average-size berg crosses the Banks. "1891." by Rev. PHILIP B. STRONG. Dear "1890" is no more! The year has gone like years before. With feelings foreign, sure, to none, I write an "1891." What lofty vows, what high resolves, The wakened soul to-day revolves! Will they endure, as now begun, Through all of "1891?" Oh, may more kindly words be said Than in the twelve-month that has fled; Far better, braver deeds be done Than then in "1891." What hath this year of loss or gain? Who knoweth? What of boon or bane? Life's thread may bright or dark be spun, Ah, shrouded "1891!" But faith is strong though sight is dim; We gladly leave the days with Him, And, trusting, wait the sands to run Of hopeful "1891." [_This Story began in No. 4._] Schooner Sailing and Beach Combing; or, LEE HOLLAND'S ADVENTURES. by EDWARD SHIPPEN, M.D., Author of "Cast Away in the Ice," "The Yacht Grapeshot," "Tiger Island and Elsewhere," "Jack Peters' Adventures in Africa," etc., etc. CHAPTER VI. Lee now began to feel hungry and tired, so he let the boat drift while he sat down and ate the lunch which the old woman had provided with such very different intentions; and after that was finished, he fell sound asleep in the stern-sheets, only to be awakened by the chill of the dawn. Sitting up, he saw that the Sound was covered by a dense mist, and all around him were flocks of wild ducks, settled upon the water, but which flew off as soon as he moved. While he sat looking at the sky, growing brighter in the east, and trying to make up his mind in what direction Plymouth lay, he heard the dip of a paddle, and then he saw coming up through the mist a dug-out canoe, in which sat a venerable-looking old negro. [Illustration: "I'VE RUN AWAY FROM A SCHOONER ABOVE HERE, AND I WANT TO GET TO PLYMOUTH."] "Hillo!" said Lee. The old fellow started as if he had been shot and peered about until he saw the boat. "Hillo, sah! hillo!" he answered, and then paddled nearer. "Now I can't say as I rightly knows you, sah; an' I knows most everybody round here. Duck-shootin' maybe? Is you one o' de Talbots?" "No; I'm not duck-shooting, and I'm not one of the Talbots."