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BUILDING A MODERN ELEVATOR AND STOREHOUSES.

The tanks shown here are made of steel plates and are only partially constructed.

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ANOTHER VIEW OF THE UPPER STORY OF A MODERN GRAIN STOREHOUSE.

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this building one often sees two trains of box-cars, one unloading, the other reloading at the same time, while a hoarse whistle outside tells of a lake steamer similarly engaged.

The grain is scooped rapidly out of the car into a pocket of the elevator. There is no boot in this elevator; but the grain is caught immediately by a continuous chain of cups, raised aloft about a hundred feet, then tumbled down a shoot into a bin. This bin is swung on a scale, which serves to weigh the grain. The wheat is then started forth again on a horizontal rubber belt about a yard wide, and whirled across a bridge to a storage tank at the rate of 700 feet per minute. So rapidly indeed is the journey made that the grain has no time to fall off the belt. Just over each storage tank is a tripper, which hits the belt so forcibly that all the wheat is tumbled off the belt into the tank, not a grain remaining behind.

This elevator at Port Arthur is one of the most noted of the world. It has eighty of these storage tanks, each eighty-three feet high and twentythree feet in diameter, and each having a capacity of 23,000 bushels of wheat. The total capacity of the storage is two million bushels, the interstices between the tanks holding altogether 160,000 bushels.

By pulling a lever the tripper can be moved to occupy a position above any one of these tanks at the will of the operator. In one of our engravings will be noticed the tripper operating above the third of the row of tanks (to the right). To the extreme left of the drawing are the waters of the lake and the waiting vessel into whose hold the grain is being poured through the spout. Just to the right of this is the outline of the elevator itself. On the lower floor will be seen the ends of two box-cars, and the streams of grain being shov

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elled out from their doors. There will
also be seen the continuous chain of
metal cups catching the grain below
and carrying it up to the weighing
bin at the top of the elevator.
boiler house and part of the other
buildings have been removed from
this picture, so that the cups, the pul-
leys and spouts used for receiving
and distributing the grain can be the
more easily seen.

It will also be noticed that the bottoms of these storage tanks are funnel shaped and that at the very bottom is a small opening. Just here is a little door that may be instantly opened. The grain forthwith pours

out onto a belt running underground to the pocket of the elevator. Here it is caught once more by the chain of cups, elevated, weighed again by the scales at the top of the picture, dropped from the scale bin into a series of spouts and from these poured into box-cars again or into the hold of the vessel waiting at the wharf to bear it through the great lakes and waterways to Montreal. There it will be elevated again, and finally poured into the hold of a transatlantic freighter, to reappear in the bread and buns of bakery windows in Liverpool, Leeds and London.

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No harp have I for the singing, nor fingers fashioned for skill,
Nor ever shall words express it, the song that is in my heart,
A saga, swept from the distance, horizons beyond the hill,
Singing of life and endurance, and bidding me bear my part.

For this is Song as I sing it, the song that I love the best,

The steady tramp in the furrow, the grind of the gleaming steel,
An anthem sung to the noonday, a chant of the open West,
Echoing deep, in my spirit, to gladden and help and heal.

And this is Life as I read it, and Life in its fairest form,

To breathe the wind on the ranges, the scent of the upturned sod,
To strive and strive and be thankful, to weather the shine and storm,
Pencilling over the prairies the destiny planned by God.

And no reward do I ask for, save only to work and wait,

To praise the God of my fathers, to labor beneath His sky,
To dwell alone in His greatness, to strike and to follow straight,
Silent, and strong, and contented-the limitless plains and I.

-The New York Evening Mail.

JOHN KNOX.

BY FRANCIS HUSTON WALLACE, M.A., D.D.,

Dean of the Faculty of Theology, Victoria University.

Lke John the Baptist from the wilderness,

He comes in rugged strength to court of kings,
Approaches in the name of God and flings
The gage of battle down with hardiesse
Of loftiest courage, and doth truth confess
Amid a base and sordid age that rings

With conflict 'gainst the saints of God and brings
The wrath of Heaven down in stern redress.
Not clothed in raiment soft is he; a stern

Iconoclast, he smites the idols down

In Rimmon's lofty temple, and doth turn

To scorn of Baal's power the pride and crown;
Therefore his country garlands now his urn
With wreath immortal of unstained renown.

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HOUSE OF CARDINAL BEATON AND THE COWGATE, EDINBURGH.

of Scots. The bitterness of the feeling toward him on the part of the partisans of the old system and of the unfortunate Queen is the natural tribute to his ability and his historical significance. But even good Protestants have qualified their faint praise of him with concessions to his detractors so considerable as to leave him an enigma of history. How could the narrow fanatic of the old popular conception have had such influence among the nobility and in the the court and have so shaped the course of history?

It is quite true that Knox had not the broad, rollicking good nature and hearty bonhomie of Martin Luther. But it would have been better for German Protestantism if Luther had had more of Knox's Puritanism.

After all, John Knox was no mere provincial peasant. He had seen many men and many cities. He knew Scotland, England, France, Germany and Switzerland. He was in close touch with theologians, statesmen and monarchs. He was respected and architecture, and the beautiful Queen

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