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Show The Whalers of New Bedford Simple Heroism of the Men Who "Go Down to the Sea in Ships" Hazardous Exploits That Seem Common place to Those Who Undertake 1 hem. We have raised a race of men who have gone down to the sea in ships on the most hazardous of enterprises, says the New Bedford Mercury. No men have hourly for a lifetime taken I such disastrous chances as our whalemen, whale-men, and their voyages have been fre- flllOTltlv nmvuH wlrti .rT-ino- anM. made a boat journey in Hudson bay as remarkable as the journey of Dr. Kane, and he had nothing to say except ex-cept that it was four weeks and five days from the time he left his ship in a whaleboat with two comrades until he reached a fur station. In answer to persistent questioning a reporter dragged from him that it was "hard -work," and a shipmate spoke up for the adventurer and explained to a reporter re-porter that there was not a minute of those five weeks, night or day, when the little boat was not menaced by the floating ice which piled up about them on occasions as high as the church steeples.. And against NaRse7fVTSr- formance we can produce a whaleman who put half a dozen pieces of hard bread in his pocket and, in midwinter, left his ship in the Arctic, In latitude 75 or thereabouts, and walked 1,500 miles back to civilization. And to save him he couldn't understand why the reporters wanted to talk with him. He didn't see why he was an object of interest. , Hence it is our habit to say, often in the spirit of criticism or at least regret, that our whaleman is not "imaginative." dents, hairbreadth escapes and distressful dis-tressful strokes. And we go to these men, like Desdemona, "with a greedy ear to devour up their discourse." The records of the thrilling voyages of our whalemen are kept in log books and in the hundreds of volumes stored in old sail lofts. How many of us have pored over them to have our nerves played upon after the manner of the flctlonists, but it is not there. And we seek out the man whose ship is struck and sunk by a whale in mid-ocean, mid-ocean, and who takes to the boats and reaches land after weeks of buffeting, buf-feting, and the men whose ships are crushed in the ice, and their story is as prosaic as the story of the man who goes to the day's work In the electric car. We are thrilled by the boat journey of Dr. Kane, of a tramp in the Arctic ice by Nansen. Last week a man arrived here who had |