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ADA m An o rllar erior m of in ner n the ence tions ; the 1 for P inâ€" ed itâ€" isted, f this terial, r the after the i us been incil arch rom rint ults ze of d flax inves r. for | tons _ been been ‘e the ltural ation Â¥i t the \a3 out ter t how the malâ€" for imfâ€" TR 1M in al but Am it Te 1@ ";‘When is some one goirg by? No one is going by now, either. I waut to go back io Toronto," he concluded The City Boy. It was in his fourth year that Clarâ€" ence moved to the country, for the reaâ€" son that his parents decided that the coity was not the place for a growing boy. In this conclusion, however, they lad not the approval of Clarence. During the first day of his stay in the countryâ€"a very long day, indeed, by reason of the rain that constantly fellâ€"Clarence was forced to remain Indoors. He made many trips to the windows to look out upon the downâ€" â€"__"Mother," he demanded, "why Isn'ti any one going by?" This query he reâ€"| peated many times. Then he shifted beast mada racord time from the jungle, and the man sat down unateadâ€" lly to let his nerves recover a bit. Unâ€" doubtedly that was a deaf elephant. You realize in a moment what has bappcned. and instead of stopping to examine the earth you turn your eyes up toward the cloud that has drffted between you and tho sun. In a little whilo it bas gone by, and you see the big shadow fiitting across the fields and watch the plowman in the distance turna his eyes upward just as you turnâ€" ed up yours. * There is told the story of an eleâ€" phant that wae making havoc among the cattliemen in the great swamp of Diwulani, and had been "proclaimed" for distinction. An official had made a forced march by night in faint moonâ€" lght, in the course of which be walkâ€" ed slap into an elephant in a dark, ewampy hollow, and he never knew which of them was the more startled, be or the pachyderm. Anyhow, the Sunshine and Shadows. In the spring when the days are just beginning to be warm how pleasant it is to walk out in the bright sunshine! All round you the flelds are golden; @ll nature is cheerful. Then suddenly there is a change. The earth turns dull, and the air is chill. It is as if the kappiness had suddenly gone out of the world. w2 Cha BR B In the spri beginning to is to walk 0: All round y @ll nature is there is a « dull, and the Elepbhants in Ceylon have in general sequired a contempt for the presence of the ordinary villager, and will walk through a fence as soon as look at it, and help themselves to growing crops in spite of the owner‘s presence, his shouts, or his gun. A good deal of this seemingly rank indifference is due to the fact that there are many deaf cleâ€" phants to be found all over the counâ€" try. Let an elephant, however, once become aware that he is being hunted, and ho becomes as wary and alert as possible. Did you know that the bee is a past master in the art of war? Did you know that every hive of bees is so thoroughly arganized that its entire population of 50,000 to 100,000 ‘reâ€" #ponds a‘lmost inatantly to a call for eonfl‘ct whoerever an invader ap onts th Deaf, Not Indifferent. It appears that solitary elephants, pot necessarily "rogues," may be met with in ail jungle country frequented by elephants. A "solitary," it seems, is rather fond of taking up his resiâ€" dence in the neighborhood of a vilâ€" lage, and helping himself to whatever strikas his fancy. Why is it that in life we often look downward when shadows darken our pathway? There is no more reason to do it in the journey of life than in the walk .1 the fields. A cloud can do so more than hide the sun for a little while; it cannot destroy it. We are not afraid of that. Neitber can the clouds of lifo destroy the brightness of God‘s face, which shines continuously. There is nothing really wrong with the world when t:ere aro shadows overhead. _ It is the same world as when the sun is shining. The friends we meet ar> the same true friends, and duty is the same duty. . Moreover, peither clouds of the air nor clouds of the soul can stay long, for they are alâ€" ways moving; and when they are gone Mc will be as bright as it was before. Look upward in the shadows, good friends. That is where the sunshine eomes from! ye ost bees ¢ @PM e approa nued t« horlty for this information h'; Investigation in the warfare of beos V. Rarrett, Boston‘s bee exâ€"| has convinced Mr. Barreit tiat no sort natlonally known as the "bee of an anima! small enough to enter t renuted to be one of the their hive is a match for them. The author‘tles on bees, both mouse, for example, always fights a theoret‘cal and practical|\losing battle wken he enters a beeâ€" t«. in America. |hivo. If the an{imal remains in the rott has been studying and} hive a few seconds he is stung enough ting with bees for fortyâ€"five times to kill him. The body is too or since his boyhood days.|keavy for the bees to drag out. So > t~o United States from Ireâ€"| the body,. for sanitary reasons is sealed e age of 7 and has s‘.x:colover entirely with wax. Bees Ars Masters of Art of War my of reputed to be on uthor‘ties on be theoret‘cal ‘and in America. tt has been stud ng with bees for since his boyhe to United States : age of 7 and l ome in Boston. 1 through America "cireus"* compose 4 boes. His bes y Ar ~â€"â€"â€"â€"tgâ€"â€"_.__. has been studying and with bees for fortyâ€"fve ice his boyhood days. United States from Ireâ€" e of 7 and has since in Boston. For years ough America ard Eurâ€" cus" composed of more ses,. His bee farm in section of Boston is a sanides of visitors. to t‘ousands of bees of it to attack you. ituntly flying about re sentinels, or outâ€" tâ€"e exterior unit of r fighting organizaâ€" near a beo hive will see several | i a wide circle," yor madeâ€"an efâ€" sor to the hlvo; this group would | rest wonld hnrry' ta entire populaâ€", t an invader.. If ilk towards thol | _ When a powoerful invader appears ; the whole hive joins in the fight | against him. Each bee has a certain | duty to perform under such conditions. \The beo knows instinctively what the ‘task is and procisely when it should be taken up." | _ We have the longâ€"distance armored . aiving sult, the submarine and radio. Possibly six or more expeditions equipped with one or all of these agenâ€" | cles will aet out to the dozen or more ‘treasure latitudes during 1923. Two have gone already,. A few weeks since two naval destroyers left San Franâ€" cisco to measure the depth of the Paâ€" cific; to attempt, in fact, a map of the bottom of this supposedly "bottomâ€" ! less" ocean. I The "Sonlc Depth Finder." f On board the destroyers were memâ€" © bers of the faculty of the Carnegio Inâ€" ; stitute and a now invention called the "sonic dogth finder," a development of that child of the war, the submarine idetector. It is with this apparatus, alâ€" lied to both the seismograph and the tion. This organization, as my reâ€" rearch work has proved conclusively, has its vanguard of shock troops, its regular fig‘:ting legions, its chemists, engineers and a hundred and one other kinds of units that go to make up it3 fighting force, just the same as & naâ€" tion of humans." "They are not satisfied with outside guards. Inside the entrance a squad is maintained constantly. They are flankâ€" ed by a squad of fighting lges, preâ€" pared to give battle at a moment‘s noâ€" tice. It is not an unusual thing to see a mouse or other small animal completeâ€" ly sealed over with wax on the floor of a bee box when the cover is lifted," said Mr. Barrett. in discussing the safeguards, the precautions bees take to protect themâ€" selves and their homes, Mr. Barrett says: Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea, I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my heart, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid th‘ eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; Nor wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny’. What matter if I starnd alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it bath sown, And garner up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; s So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delights. The stars come nightly in the sky, The tidal wave comes to the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me. â€"Written by Jobn Burroughs, the fa mous naturalist. 4 BR Halft of it at least has lain there for longer than & century â€"pirate plunder deep in mud, slimeâ€" covered timbers of Spanish argosics, wrecks of Peruvian treasure ships; besides which millions of unsalvaged dollars from wrecks more recent. "My doar Bery!,‘ she said, in a gentâ€" ly chiding voice to her pretty daughâ€" ter, "I think you cannot have realized how cold your tone was when you said ‘Good evening‘ to Mr. Winkelton." Perhaps. Each of the last fifty years almost has seen some effort to drag this wealth from the infinite stronghold of its captor. Some one has estimated that more money has been spernt in these mostly vain efforts than the sum of the whole treasure. Yet each year the ingenuity of the treasure bunters and their allies, the sclentists, have developed new impleâ€" ments to aid in making the sea dis gorge Its treasures. London‘s annual dish of meat is abbut 400,000 tons. Will the sea forever keep this toll of gold? Where Coldness is Cordiality. Winkelton, the bore, had gone. The whole family recognized him as a bore, but Mrs. Taskett knew what was inâ€" cumbent on her as a hostess famed for her courtesy. "No. mother, perhaps I didn‘t," adâ€" mitted Beryl, "but I am sure, on the other hand, that neither you nor father had any idea how warm your tonés were when you said ‘Good night‘ to him." of the sea! BILLION dollars at the bottom Waiting. A Billion Dollars at the Bottom of the Sea Tho Ameer of Afghanistan finds his cHief amusement in ccooking and is said to be a better chef than those in his palace kitchens. Lord Leverhulme sleeps in a cage in the open air, both winter and summer, being convinced that fresh air is one of the chief necessities for health. Captain Amundsen, the famous exâ€" plorer, suffers terribly from the cold when he is at home. On tis expediâ€" tions, he says, he scarcely notices it. Mr. Hilaire Belloe, the author, once served in the French army as a gunâ€" ner. When he was practising at the Bar Lord Birkenhead was accustomed to work from five o‘clock in the morning until past midnight. When Sir James Barrle is in a bad temper he puts on his hat the wrong way round! Lord Inchcape, the shipping magâ€" nate, first worked in a rope and canvas factory. Though the Pacific‘s share of the sunken gold is said to be nearly half, few have braved the dificulties which it offers to treasure divers. At hardly any given point can its depth be so much as guessed, so far does the botâ€" tom seem beyond the longest soundâ€" ing line. It was not a wholly unreaâ€" sonable superstition held by those early yvoyagers that the ocean went through the centre of the carth to its opposite side. radio, that the scientists will attempt to gauge the fathoms of the Pacific over its whole tract. This, if accomâ€" plished, will be of incalculable value to submarine explorers for treasure. The "sonio depth finder" works by the insertion into the water of a steel disc from which vibrations are sent forth. These vibrations are echoed from the bed of the ocean, and the denth is determined by measuring the time taken for the "sound wave" to travel downward and back. The other expedition, which cleared New York on January 14, is that of a salvaging corporation, bound for the coast of Chile in the hope of recoverâ€" ing some $1,000,000 wort of tingsten and copper sunk in 200 feet of water. This wealth of metal belongs to the Chilean Government. It went down with the barges that were conveying it to Valparaiso during an unpreceâ€" dented storm. Seventeenth Century Romance. But even more romautic is the case of the Morgan gold, whic‘ lies eight fathoms below the surface of the Caribbean. Students of sevenieenthâ€" contury history will remember Sir Henry Morgen as the boldest bucâ€" Câ€"Itwelling+o., Blossoms A tale is told of how a Spanish King once prized an orange tree that grew in his garden. Now the King‘s gardener had a lovely daughter Janine who loved a Spanigh nobleman but could not marry him because she had no dowry. So Janine was married and on her wedding day wore a coronet of orange blossoms. Janine, eavesdropping, overâ€" heard the conversation. That night she crept under cover of darkness into the garden, pluckâ€" ed a branch of the coveted tree and bore it to the French Amâ€" bassador. As a result, the Amâ€" bassador gave her a purso of gold. aâ€"ANYMY THE WAOPDPCT 1§ YET TO COME There came one day to the court a French Ambassador who coveted the orange tree, but the King refused to give it to him. The Legend of Orange Personal Titâ€"B!ts. Many a man has borrowed trouble when he borrowed a dress suit. But sometimes a man has to borrow; in such & case he should choose wisely and shun the kind of suit that Dr. W. 8. Rainsford once borrowed when the Dowager Duckess of Grafton invited him to meet her nephew. My father, says Dr. Rainsford in his autobiography, had accepted for me, and it never had occurred to him that the limited resources of my wardrobe could not possibly meet the requireâ€" ments. Evening dress could be hired if you knew where to go, but none of us did. Father had a happy thought! Why should I not go in bis old evening suit, the one in fact that he had been marâ€" ried in? Well, we found the old broadâ€" cloth suit, which age had colored botâ€" tle green, and I put it on. Mother was doubtful; father was hopeful, and I was miserable! It was woefully short in the arms and back and so tight in the chest that I was afraid to stand up. But what better could any one of us do? The dinner was small, and my hostâ€" ess, who was gracious and tactful, was bent on putting me at my ease; the nephew was much too great a "swell" to take any notice of me other than politeness to his aunt made necessary. I was beginning to forget my clothes when my very forgetfulness brought about the catastrophe. As I leaned forward in the middle of the dinner to answer a question of my hostess, with a dull but quite audible rending the wretched coat burst asunder from colâ€" lar to tail!l I really wonder how I did it. I have muddled many a critical situation since then, but that, terrible time I did the right thing and did it at once. â€" "Duchess," I said, "it is my father‘s wedding coat. I have not any evening suit of my own, and I had to put it on or refuse your most kind inâ€" vitation." It will be remembered also that while Morgan was sacking the Spanish colony of Panama twenty of his crew gathered up most of the lot and made off aboard a Spanish scenooner. The freebooting admiral followed in his flagship and when close enough to the schooner set her afire with a shot in her stern. Though close to a small isâ€" land the renegade pirates were unable to‘ beach their vessel. The blaze reached the magazine and while spars and pirates in hundreds of fragments went fiying in the air the treasure sank to the bottom. There it has lain since 1671. All joined at once in a kindly generâ€" al laugh, and everyone including myâ€" self forgot the coat, and I bad a very pleasant evening. Till hor death the Dowager Countess of Grafton was one of my warmest friends. This year may see also an accoptâ€" ance by some one of the standing offer of the Spanish Government to pay 720 caneer of all that ago of dauntless seaâ€" men. per cent. of the salvage to anyone who will raise the sunken galleons in Vigo Bay: This is perhaps the richest single treasure bed in the world. To whomâ€" The Borrowed Dress Suit. The year‘s at the spring, And day‘s at the morn: Morning‘s at seven; The hilils!do‘s dewâ€"pearled; The lark‘s on the wing; The srail‘s on the thorn; God‘s in His Heavenâ€" All‘s right with the world! â€"From "Pippa Passes," by Robert Browning. Richest of Treasure Beds. A Montreal business man en route to Toronto early this apring was overâ€" ‘heard saying to a travelling comâ€" ; panion: "Last night I went home comâ€" pletely fagged out. I put on my slipâ€" . pers, lit the grate fire, put a ‘cello reâ€" | cord of ‘Home, Sweet Home‘ on the | phonograph, and sat back in an easy |\ chair to rest my brain, body and ; nerves. Do you know; before the plece | was finished, I could just feel & soothâ€" | ing feeling coming over. That old song | will never die, will it?" Wrote "Home, Sweet Home." J John Howard Payne, author of what is probably the best known song in the \ world. It was first sung one Lundred years ago in Covent Gardens, London. The anniversary is being celebrated all over the world. The author was l an American. The words of "Home, Sweet Home" were composed by John Howard Payne, who was born in New York City, at 33 Pearl Street, He wanted to be an actor, but his father discouraged it. Young Payne became a clerk in a counting house, tried his hand at Jjourâ€" nalism, but afterwards, through the assistance "of a novelist, he took a colâ€" lege course. His father having got inâ€" to financial difficulties, Payne left colâ€" lege and went on the stage, of which work he made a great success for a time. _ Many such a compliment has been paid to that song, the one hundredth anniversary of the first public perâ€" formance of which fell on May $th, and as such that date was made someâ€" thing of in many sections of the Engâ€" lish speaking world. This number finds a place in every folio of home songs, from the oldest volumes in our grandfathers‘ homes to the most reâ€" cent collections of songs for comâ€" munity singing. It has been«eung on the concert platform by prima donnas, from Pattl to Galliâ€"Curc!. It has been performed by the world‘s leading violinists and ‘cellists. Almost every boy has chosen it for his first attempt on the mouth organ. Later Payne went to London and Paris and wandered to other parts of the world. He made good money at times with bis writings, but was anyâ€" thing but thrifty. On a dull October day in old London, when he was feelâ€" ing depressed and the pinch of lack of funds, the words of "Home, Swec Home came to him. In 1823 Charles Kemble bought Payne‘s manuscripts, and among them was a poem, "Clari, the Maid of Milan. Kemble persuaded him to altar this into a libretto for an opera, the music for whica was comâ€" posed by Henry Rowley Bishop. This Payne did, introducing his poem "Home, Sweet Home," and it was proâ€" duced at Covent Garden on May 8th, 1823. Latterly he was American Conâ€" sul at Tunis, where he died in 1852. A thrilling business for any one thig treasure hunting. There is always the element of doubt and danger and posâ€" sible disappointment, even when one goes hunting in rivers and lakes, Ontario Treasure Hunt. There was the incident at Penetanâ€" guishene, only last summer. A dredge and several divers were takon to the Wyo River to locate the chest of gold dropped there in 1650, when the canoe of two Jesuit missionaries was overâ€" turned. It was known to have conâ€" tained among other things a set of ever succeeds the prizo is $24,000,000. In 1702 a fieet of seventeen galleons brought cargoes of three years‘ acâ€" cumulation of gold, silver and jewels from the colonie® of South America, At the mouth of Vigo Bay a combined Dutch and English equadron lay gaitâ€" ing to attack. The Spanish convoys were beaten in the battle, but rather than let a prize of $140,000,000 fall into the hands of enemies and heretics, the Spaniards sank the sevente@n treasure ships. Among countless other prizes is the General Grant, the position of which hulk has but recently been located near the Auckland Islands. The Genâ€" eral Grant is worth $15,000,000, and as much may be said of the Florentina, still sunk off Tobermory Bay, Scotâ€" landâ€"richker prizes either than the Lusitania. Six of them sank in shallow water, and years afterward wero raised and about $20,000,000 recovered. But there remain in the bay the hulks of eleven great galleons holding a treasure that, according to official record, is $120, 000,000. A Sir Henry Bishop, a Londoner by Has Cheered Humanity for One Hundred Years. "Home, Sweet Home" _ TORONTO ! There is, on the other hand, the reâ€" ! cord of the British salvaging crew, which in three years raised 400 vesâ€" | sels from which was recovered $250,â€" Thrift is not ouly one of the foundaâ€" tion stones of & fortune, but also one of Character, The babit of thrift imâ€" proves the quality of the character. The saving of money usially means the saving of a man. It means cutting off indulgences or avoiding vicious tbabits which are ruinous. It often means health in the place of dissipaâ€" tion. It often means a clear instead of a cloudy and muddled brain. There is an impressive fact in the Gospel story of the Prodigal Son. The statement "he wasted bis substance in riotous living" means more than that he wasted his funds. It implios that he wasted himself. And the most seriâ€" ous phase of all waste is not the waste of substance but the waste of self, of one‘s energy, capital, the lowering of morals, the undermining of character, the loss of selfâ€"respect which thrift encourages and promotes. One morning it was announced that the chest had been sounded by a magâ€" netic diving rod invented by Edward fieflrey. one of the expedition‘s leadâ€" ers. ‘An excited crowd gathered on the banks to seo the treasure brought up. A movement of the dredge, howâ€" ever, caused the first attempt to fail, but the hearts of the divers beat high with hope. The dimensions of the obâ€" ject sounded were precisely those of the lost treasure chest. Futhermore, the saving habit indiâ€" cates an ambition to get on and up in the world. It develops a spirit of inâ€" dependence, of relfâ€"reliance. A little bank account or &n insurance policy indicates a desire to improve one‘s condition, to look up in life. It means hope, it means ambition, a determinaâ€" tion to "make good." Bishop was knighted in 1842%, He occupled musical chairs in Edinburgh and Oxford. Ho was a prolific draâ€" matic composer, producing over eighty operas, farces, ballets, etc. He also won fame as a writer of gleos. 000,000. ____|_ Blood passes through the heart a% Porto Rica Prize. | the rate of seven miles an hour. If the Jesult treasure chest was a _ The development of electrical science mythâ€"which has not yet been proved and manufacture is tlw increasing â€"there remains the Santa Margarita, the use of electricity for indus» another Spanish treasure stip, sunk trial and domestlc purposes, In some off Porto Rica and worth $7,000,000. |countries this development may cause In 1898 a number of Harvard menm ‘a power shortage and consequently definitely located the wreck of this considerable increase in the cost of galleon. But their yacht was itselt power but so far as Canada is conâ€" blown upon the same rock that sank | cerned this eventuality is a remote the Santa Mergarita, and after narâ€"| one, since only about seven per cent rowly escaping with their lives the of her available waterâ€"power resoure« young men abandoned the adventure, «s have been developed, J birth, who furnished the musie for "Home, Bweet Home," dld not claim that the melody was his own. He anâ€" nounced that the melody was that of an old Calabrian pessant song familiar for generations to the mountain folk of Sicily. Another claim, however, is that Bishop composed the music to meet the needs of a firm of publishers who were issuing a book of national melodies of all countries, and who, lacking a Sicilian melody, commissionâ€" ed Bishop to write a tune that would pass as a Bicilian air. gold altar candelabra presented to the Huron Mission by Louis XIV. Four deys later the thing was soundâ€" 6d again. Captain Bob Carsor got himself into a diving suit and went down. About a half hour 1ater he re turned with a mossâ€"covered object about two feet square by a foot and a half thick. It was a rock. "Up anchor," howled the captain in disgust, when he had seen it. "Get us out or here!" People believe in the young man, who, without being mean or penurious, saves a part of his income. It is in inâ€" dication of many s«sterling qualities. Business men naturally reason that if a young man is saving his money, he is also saving his energy, his vitality, from being wasted, that he is looking up in the world, and not down; that he is longâ€"headed, wise; thet he is deterâ€" mined not to sacrifico the larger gain of the future for the gratificationâ€" of the hour. A snug little bank account will add to your selfâ€"respect and selfâ€"confiâ€" dence, because it shows that you have practicality and good judgment, sound horse sense. To get the "bankâ€"book habit" is to conserve your funds, to protect your character, to bring order into your life and defy the ravages and revenges of time. Why not start the habitstoâ€"day? No matter how few your dollars at the startâ€"make the start. The possession of a bank account, however small, gives a wonderful sense of independâ€" ence and power. The consciousness that we have a little ready money adds greatly to our comfort and increases a hundred per cent. our assurance and selfâ€"confidence.â€"O. 8. Marden. Porto Rica Prize. If the Jesult treasure chest was a mythâ€"which has not yet been proved â€"there remains the Santa Margarita, another Spanish treasure skip, sunk off Porto Rica and worth $7,000,000. Lord Sliceps in a Cage. Lord Leverhulme, the eminent Engâ€" lish philanthropist, sleops in a cage in the open air, both winter and summer, being convinced that fresh air is one of the chief necessities for health. The wisest habit is the habit of never being foolish. The Bank Bock Habit. of our everyday life, has always been a plentiful and chesp commodity in Canada, says the Natural Resource® Intelligence Service of the Department of the Interior. in no place, however, has it ever been cheaper and more easily obtained than in the vicinity of Fort Bmith, in Nortbern Canada, Here the Hudson‘s Bay Company, the var ous missions and other inhabitants of that district secure their yearly supply simply by gathering it up into #acke and packing it away. The source of this salt is a number of sait spricgs, which are located along what is kaown as the Salt River, on the boundary of the new Woodâ€"Buffalo Park. This park has but recently been created by the Dominion Government to provide proâ€" tection to the only remaining herd of wild wood buffalo. Wien mi‘llions of buffalo roasmed4 freely over practically oneâ€"third of this continent extending all the way from Mexico to the Mackenzie River disâ€" trict this locality was a common meet» ing ground for the buffalo, whence they came to lick up the salt. It was no doubt while following the trail of these majestic animals that the white man first became aware of the exist ence of these salt springs. Sir Alexander Mackenzie, on his voy» age of exploration through the district in 1789, located and reported upon these salt «prings, and Daniel Wiliam Harmon, of the Northwest Company, wrote in his journal in 1808, "About sixty miles from this (Cbipewyan), down Slave River, there are several places whore almost any quantity of excellent, clean, white salt may be taken with as much ease as sand along the seashore. From these places the greator part of the Northwest is supâ€" plied with this valuable article." These springs have always boen a source of supply of salt for the white inhabitants of this district and the lower Mackenzie valley. The native Indian is not and has never been & user of ealt to any appreciable extent, Northern Alberta, however, has many other salt deposits, the most notable of which, from the standpoint of possible commercial development, are those at McMurray, near the end of steel of the Alberta and Great Waterways railway, According to test borings made by the Alberta Government in 1919 and 1920, there is from twentyâ€"five to forty feet of rock ealt of commercial value at a depth of 631 feet, At least fourteen feet of this deposit occurs in the form of transparent, colorless rock salt, This boring was made to a depth of 685 feet, It is reasonable to expect, from the conditions at the bottom of the boreboles, that there may be even a greater thickness of rock salt below the depth reached. Omitting the salt used for the gulf end sea fisheries and for chemical in dustries Canada in 1921 used 44 pounds of sait per person. A conservative es timate therefore, of Alberta‘s sait conâ€" sumption might place it at 25,000,000 Ibs. With almost an equal consump tion in each of the adjoining provinces, Saskatchewan and British Columbia, a ready home market is available for any development which may be undes taken of these deposits, The water from these springs carâ€" rles an almost saturated solution of pure salt, part of which is precipitate®@ as soon as it comes in contact with the atmocphere, with the result that mounds of salt from throe to five feet in depth and in some cases 100 feet in diameter are to be found at the mouths of the springs. The deposits vary in size up to 150 tons. From three to five tons are col» lected annually,. ‘The salt has also beon tested by both the Department of Mincs at Ottaewa and the University of Alberta at Edmonton, and has been reported upon as being practically pure. The deposits were recently visit» ed by officials of tha Natural Re sources Intelligence Bervice, Departâ€" ment of the Interior, while exploring the present habitat of the wood butâ€" falo. The area in which is found these galt eprings is 290 miles north of the present terminus of the Alberta and Great Watorways railway and is reach» ed by way of the Athabaska and Slave rivers, lying to the west of the lattor river from fifteen to twenty miles in a straight line. Their economic value at present is restricted because of the distance from the outside market and railway transportation. They kave, however, a very important potential value in the settlement of this district and particularly in the ovent!‘ul de velopment of the fish industry of Atha baska and Great Blave lakes, which contain some of the finest fish on the North American continent, R. C. McConnell, of the Geological Survey, in his report of his explora tions in this district in 1887, montions several salt eprings draining into Salt River, near Fort Smith, and says that the ealt is remarkably pure. Bait, which is such a vital necessity Selt Springs of Northern