Pathetic Picture

NZ Truth, Issue 1152, 29 December 1927, Page 5

Pathetic Picture

the tragedy when some 150 people stood at the grave-side in the rocky little cemetery which overlooks what was Josey's earthly home on Stewart Island. Time was when Josey was content to live in a little boat called "The Flying Scud." This, too, became historic in the island environs. But that was when the blood of a more virile manhood coursed through his veins. He was always a lover of the open spaces and of nature. ' Then, ■when the decay of time reduced his little home to the ashes of uselessness and he found an advancing" middle age reminding him of the physical necessities of a little more protection, he turned "land-lubber" for residential purposes only. The sea was always his life — and his bread. The old man could often be seen standing in his smaller fishing craft "pushing" his way to shore after the "haul."

The modern epoch which then rought with it the motor-launch ound Josey ready to try his hand with his new means of livelihood, but his imbs were not as supple nor his