FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 727, 2 May 1922, Page 6

FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

A LONG WALK.

Reggie was pleading very hard on afternoon to be allowed to go to towi with his mother. She told him hi would get too tired, and she want« to be quick home. “Well,” he per sisted, after a pause, “if I was i mamma and you my little boy, Pm sun I’d take you. I’ll walk all the way, and I won’t bother you a bit.” Mo ther at last consented, and all went well till the return journey, when nearing home, Reggie began to lag be hind. “Come along,” said mother ( “are you getting tired?” “No,” exclaimed the little fellow, “I don’t thinli I’m tired, but one of my boots is gone silly. It keeps kicking the other one, and won’t let me walk properly. J a’pose it wants you to carry it, eh, mamma?”

THE FIRST EDDYSTONE LIGHTHOUSE.

Few places have been more fatal to ships than were formerly the Eadystone Rocks. They lie out to sea about fourteen miles south-west of Plymouth, and are thus in the line of traffic up and down the English Channel. Many ft vessel, when nearly home, has been dashed to pieces on their jagged points after weathering safely the Atlantic gales; and only dead bodies and floating pieces of mast and spar have come ashore to tell the tale.

An attempt was first made to build it lighthouse here in 169 G. Mr. Winstanley, a gentleman of Essex, set the design on foot. The first summer was wholly spent in making twelve holes in the rock, and fastening twelve irons in them by which to hold the building ; and the second went in making l solid pillar on which to set it. Sometimes the sea swept over the rocks, burying them many feet below the waves, and once the builder and his workmen wore overtaken by a storm, »nd left exposed under imperfect shelter for eight days, during which no boat could get near them, and they ft'ere reduced to their last crust. At length, after four years’ patient labour, the building was finished. Winitanley felt sure it would stand; but in November, 1703, his hopes were disappointed, and lie himself buried in th? ruin. He was superintending some repairs, when a storm came on. All night it raged along the coast, and when the day broke the lighthouse had iisappearecl —the builder ancl his men. md everv fragment of their work, had been swallowed up by the billows.