first time Bride thought of his life-belt and made his way back to the wireless cabin. Phillips had just picked up the Olympic and was announcing that they were sinking rapidly by the head with the upper decks awash. He turned to Bride and asked quietly if all the boats were gone, but without interrupting his message.

Hurrying to the stern, Bride found a dozen men struggling with a collapsible boat. He lent a hand, saw that the boat was safely overside, and returned to Phillips. A moment later the captain made his last call at the wireless cabin.

"Men, you have done your duty," he said. "Abandon your ship. Look out for yourselves.”

For fully ten minutes longer Phillips held on, sending the call for help. Bride again returned to the wireless station, shouted a warning to Phillips, and ran aft along the tilting deck. It was the last time he saw Phillips alive. Running to the point where he had helped with the collapsible boat, he found it still alongside. He had time to grasp an oarlock, and the next moment found himself struggling in the water. The boat had overturned. The water was intensely cold and he was on the point of drowning when a friendly hand caught him and drew him into one of the life-rafts, already overcrowded. The waves continually washed over him.

As they floated aimlessly, with each wave threatening to engulf them, some one suggested that they pray. The same voice asked what was the religion of each man. One was a Catholic, another a Methodist, another a Presbyterian. It was decided that the Lord's Prayer was most appropriate and the faltering chorus repeated it to the end.

When, with the early dawn, the Carpathia arrived, several, who had been picked up after the Titanic went down, were found to have died during the night. Among these was Jack Phillips. He died of exposure before help came.

CLASS ACTIVITIES

1. How did you name the acts of Phillips upon the branches above the main trunk line?

2. What stories of heroism do you recall from Book One? Name other stories of heroism. What is heroism? Was the lion tamer in Miss Velvin's story a hero, p. 40? Give reasons for your reply.

3. When and how did Phillips die? Is there any evidence in the story that he was a martyr because of a sense of duty?

4. Have you radio sets at home? What have you heard recently? 5. Name some of the most common uses of wireless. Do you know of other dangers in which the wireless has been of great service? 6. Make a series of clippings which show new uses of the wireless. 7. The popular notion is that the expression "S O S" means "Save our souls." How might this notion have arisen?

CLASS-LIBRARY READINGS

SENDING MESSAGES

1. "The Story in a Newspaper," Wonder Book of Knowledge, 172–180. 2. "The Story in a Telephone," ibid., 217-229.

3. "The Story of the Wireless," ibid., 263–267.

4. "Alexander Graham Bell," in Makers of Our History, 365–377. 5. "Horace Greeley, Journalist," ibid., 266-277.

6. "Samuel F. B. Morse," ibid., 185-200.

7. "The Message," Stories of Useful Inventions, 246-265.

8. "The Book," ibid., 227-245.

9. "The Wonder of the Telephone," Book of Knowledge, 2:349–352. 10. "The Wonder of a Book," ibid., 3:887-898.

II. "How Our Letters Come to Us," ibid.; 11: 3321-3326.

12. "How to Send a Telegram," ibid., 11:3519–3531.

13. "Men Who Gave Us Printing," ibid., 12: 3567–3674.

14. "How Animals Talk to Each Other," ibid., 17: 5325-5330.

15. "The Man Who First Mastered Wireless," Compton's Pictured Encyclopedia, 5: 2145-2146.

16. "The World's History Delivered At Your Door," ibid., 6: 2472

2475.

17. "Travels and Adventures of a Letter," ibid., 7: 2893-2898. 18. "Flashing Words Through Space," ibid., 9:3758-3767. 19. "How Mankind Learned to Write," World Book, 7:3816–3817. 20. "How Paper is Made; Its Priceless Value," ibid., 5: 2666–2673.

Dickens wrote this account of a journey from Baltimore, Maryland, to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, while on a lecture tour in the United States.

Read to find how many pictures you would need to make, if you were an artist trying to illustrate the funny parts of this story. What would you put in each picture?

After remaining in Baltimore for two days I resolved to set forward on our western journey without more delay. Accordingly, having reduced the luggage within the smallest possible compass, and having procured the necessary credentials to banking-houses on the way, and having, moreover, looked for two evenings at the setting sun, with as well-defined an idea of the country before us as if we had been going to travel to the very centre of that planet, we left Baltimore by another railway at half-past eight in the morning, and reached the town of York, some sixty miles off, by the early dinner-time of the hotel, which was the starting-place of the four-horse coach wherein we were to proceed to Harrisburg.

This conveyance, the box of which I was fortunate enough to secure, had come down to meet us at the railroad station,

and was as muddy and cumbersome as usual. As more passengers were waiting for us at the inn door, the coachman observed under his breath, in the usual self-communicative voice, looking the while at his mouldy harness as if it were to that he was addressing himself:

"I expect that we shall want the big coach."

I could not help wondering within myself what the size of this big coach might be, and how many persons it might be designed to hold, for the vehicle which was too small for our purpose was something larger than two English heavy night coaches. My speculations were speedily set at rest, however, for as soon as we had dined there came rumbling up the street, shaking its sides like a corpulent giant, a kind of barge on wheels. After much blundering and backing, it stopped at the door, rolling heavily from side to side when its other motion had ceased, as if it had taken cold; and between that and the having been required in its dropsical old age to move at any faster pace than a walk, were distressed by shortness of wind.

"If here isn't the Harrisburg mail at last, and dreadful bright and smart to look at, too," cried an elderly gentleman, in some excitement.

They packed twelve people inside, and the luggage (including such trifles as a large rocking-horse and a good-sized dining-table) being at last made fast upon the roof, we started off in great state.

At the door of another hotel there was another passenger to be taken up.

"Any room, sir?" cries the new passenger to the coachman. "Well, there's room enough," replies the coachman, without getting down, or even looking at him.

"There's no room at all, sir," bawls a gentleman inside. Which another gentleman (also inside) confirms, by predicting that the attempt to introduce any more passengers "won't fit nohow."

The new passenger, without any expression of anxiety, looks

into the coach, and then looks up at the coachman. "Now, how do you mean to fix it?" says he, after a pause, “for I must go."

The coachman employs himself in twisting the lash of the whip into a knot, and takes no more notice of the question, clearly signifying that it is anybody's business but his, and that the passengers would seem to be approximating to a fix of another kind, when another inside passenger in a corner, who is nearly suffocated, cries faintly, "I'll get out."

This is no matter of relief to the driver, for he is perfectly undisturbed by anything that happens in the coach. Of all things in the world, the coach would seem to be the very last upon his mind. The exchange is made, however, and then the passenger who has given up his seat makes a third upon the box, seating himself in what he calls the middle; that is, with half his person on my legs and the other half on the driver's.

"Go ahead, cap'en," cries the colonel, who directs.

"Go lang!" cries the cap'en to his company, the horses, and away we go.

After we had gone a few miles an intoxicated gentleman, who climbed upon the roof among the luggage, and, subsequently slipped off without hurting himself, was seen in the distance, reeling back to the grogshop where we had found him. We also parted with more of our freight at different times, so that, when we came to change horses, I was again alone outside.

The coachmen always change with the horses, and are usually as dirty as the coach. The first was dressed like a very shabby English baker; the second like a Russian peasant, for he wore a loose purple robe with a fur collar, tied round his waist with a parti-colored worsted sash; gray trousers, lightblue gloves, and a cap of bearskin. It had by this time begun to rain very heavily, and there was a cold, damp mist besides, which penetrated to the skin. I was very glad to take advantage of a stoppage and get down to stretch my