Show NO o SPORT IN HUNTING SEAL Gat Gathering In of th the tho Helpless Creatures 1 Simply Evolves Itself Into a I Merciless Slaughter Hunting the tho sea seal from tho Icy swept storm coast const of Newfoundland Is not sport 1 It t is to toll whereby in part the Newfoundlander wins his scanty measure of bread says Spare Moments The hunt Is a dull and hid hid- n eons slaughter scurrying pack and the tho sw swIngIng and thrust of an nn iron iron- shod gaff a n merciless raining of blows with a n silent waste of ice all aU splashed with red at the end of it There is no ho no sport in this nor is there any fear of hurt for the seal pleads and end whines like a child even e while th th gaff gaft is tailing falling but the chase is beset with multitudinous and shadowed perils The wind gathers J I the Ice into floes and Jams it up upI I 1 against the coast an Immeasurable Jagged jagged expanse of it interspersed with with plains then the thc Newfoundlander takes his food and his goggles and sets out from his little harbor harbol startIng startIng starting start- start Ing at at midnight that he may come up with the pack at dawn But tl the c wind which swe sweeps ps the thc Ice In Inevitably sweeps it out again without warning In an hour or a da day or a week nor does it pause to consider t the situation of the men who are 20 miles mUes' off shore It veers and freshens and drives the thep p whole mass grinding end and heaving far out to sea where It disperses it Into its s separate p fragments The lives of the hunters depend upon upon upon up up- on the watchfulness of the attenuated line of lookouts from the women on the headland to the first sentinel within with with- in signaling distance e. |