“Hi, Pat! Sic ’em, sic ’em!” shouted the captain. When the ship had heaved to and started again, the captain’s face was salt and wet against a shaggy brown coat. Also wet were the faces of a light-haired youth, and a little teacher of English as she is Japped. [Illustration] _Where the Road Dips_ HENRY FLETCHER HARRIS Post-Oak and hickory talk in air, And mutter where the roadway dips; And tree-toads croak; and darkness drips; And blackberries trail live fragrance there. Ragweed and horehound, sage and mint, And many a nameless herb beside, Work homely magic—at one stride The Past returns the way it went! Chuckle of water greets the ear; The light wind tries the brake and goes; Far off the summer lightning shows, But summer thunder comes not near. This tender darkness stills the heart As with old music; and the stars Drop coolness where the shadow-bars Of many branches mix and part. A voice comes on the wind-thrilled night Long drowned amid the roaring years; My eyes are stung with blinding tears, And fear and doubt dissolve in light! [Illustration: _How Long Will We Tolerate This Outrage?_ _Westerman, in Ohio State Journal_] [Illustration: _Why the People Love the Senate._ _McCutcheon, in Chicago Tribune_] [Illustration: _The Man Congress Should Go For_. _Westerman, in Ohio State Journal_] _Repeal the Land Laws_ BY HUGH J. HUGHES There remains something considerably less than 500,000,000 acres of public land open to settlement. From this total amount careful and conservative estimates deduct 300,000,000 acres as not suited to present known methods of agriculture. The remaining 200,000,000 of the public domain is passing into the hands of private individuals at a rate exceeding 17,000,000 acres per year. At the present rate of diminution the valuable public domain will be exhausted within the next decade and a half.