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 The elled out from their doors. There will 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. No harp have I for the singing, nor fingers fashioned for skill, 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, 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, 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, -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, With conflict 'gainst the saints of God and brings Iconoclast, he smites the idols down In Rimmon's lofty temple, and doth turn To scorn of Baal's power the pride and crown; 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 |