Then  shout  aloud^  Rhizomians^  lift  your  voices  to  the  moon  ;
Let  them  sweef  along  the  Milky  Way^  a  telephonic  boom^
And  onward^  upward  ever  and  through  joy^  delight  and  gloom

Let  old  Rhizomia  boom  I  "


Tnlarosa,  M.  M.
THE    GULLS    OF    SAN    FRANCISCO    BAY.
By  HARLEY  R.  WILEY.
\  ^)^^^  blink  and  leer  they  peep  and  peer
l^f     Through  cabin  windows  dim —

These  sliding  things  of  beak  and  wings
So  silent,  grey  and  grim.
Though  speeds  the  ship,  they  gleam  and  slip

Unhelped  by  wing  or  wind  ;
In  curves  of  grey  they  swerve  and  play

Yet  never  fall  behind.
The  siren  sings,  the  fog  bell  rings

And  still  these  phantoms  drear.
With  trailing  shroud  of  mist  and  cloud

Come  trooping  in  our  rear.
Anon  they  wheel  in  devil's  reel

And  through  the  spectral  light,
While  tolls  the  bell  in  ghostly  knell,

They  fade  from  mortal  sight.
San  Frmnclsco.
732

THE  LADY  OF  THE  GALLEON.
By  LOUISE  HERRI CK  WALL.
n.
ArtHH  whole  ship  rang:  with  work.     The  Spaniard,  with  his

J^  fashion  of  aiming:  high,  had  gfrinned  up  at  us  with  four
rows  of  teeth  and  cut  our  rigging  to  pieces,  besides  mak-
ing work  for  the  carpenter's  gang  on  bowsprit,  foremast  and
mainmast.  Some  of  the  shot  had  taken  us  between  wind  and
water,  so  that  pumps  must  be  manned  and  plugs  fitted  ;  there
were  our  wounded  to  be  cared  for  and  our  dead  to  slip  into  the
sea.  But  beyond  this,  our  ship  must  be  made  ready  for  our
host  of  prisoners.  This  was  the  gravest  matter  of  all ;  for  if  the
Spaniards  should  rise  against  us,  outnumbering  us,  as  they  did,
two  to  one,  we  must  look  for  a  bloodier  battle  than  any  we  had
yet  seen.
