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long leadway of piling which extends out into the river and gathers in the fish. The current driving against the paddles of the wheel keeps it turning, and the fish swimming up-stream are caught in the scoopnets, lifted, flapping, out of the water, and dropped into a trough, where they slip back to the scow. All the fisher has to do is to keep his wheel in repair and sit still while it does the fishing. Sometimes it may turn for days without taking a fish; at other times the scoops will come up loaded, fairly overwhelming the lucky fisher. A story is told of one fisher who wakened from a nap to find his scow sinking with the weight of salmon caught. Hundreds of wheels may be found scattered along the Upper Columbia, and these, with the Indians, who still fish with spear and dip-net, take a large number of salmon every year. The Northwest furnishes an example, almost unique, of a rich, fertile, and wellpopulated land washed by a hardly less fertile sea. Here, within view of waters swarming with salmon, are cities important as manufacturing and commercial centers, green wheat valleys, orchards, hop-fields, and unmatched forests of merchantable timber. "No gift of sea or land," cries the orator, "has nature denied the smiling Northwest". -a bit of fustian not unsupported by the sober facts.

The proximity of the fisheries of Oregon and Washington to a populous coast, settled by a highly progressive and intelligent people, has tended to differentiate them in many ways from older fisheries. No one of the great industries shows in general less departure from the primitive methods of a hundred, or even a thousand, years ago than does fishing. Lines, baited hooks, and nets have been in use from time immemorial; the present-day methods are not far different from those of the time of Christ- toil of men in boats, peril, hardship, the will of the sea. Even the methods of curing by smoke, salt, or sunshine have changed little in hundreds of years. The cod of Newfoundland are cured now, for the most part, as they were in the beginning. But the Northwest, with its traps and the automatic machinery of its canneries, has devised new methods characteristic of its own spirit of enterprise. It has reduced, in some degree, a primitive industry to exact business standards. Nowhere in the world, perhaps, has fishing,

and especially the care of the products of the fisheries, reached such a state of development as here; nowhere has machinery been introduced to such an extent; nowhere has the world-old uncertainty of the industry, the element of "fisherman's luck," been so far eliminated.

The success of the Pacific fisher, however, is not wholly the result of his enterprise and resourcefulness. Nature has favored him with a variety of fish not only of superior quality as a food product, but having certain peculiar habits of life which render possible a highly organized system of fishing. The salmon, though not, as commonly supposed, a salmo at all, being no more closely related to the salmon of Europe and of our own Eastern waters than a dog is related to a fox, has the lifehabits, in common with the shad and other fish, of feeding and attaining its maturity in the sea and then ascending the rivers to lay its eggs, its young being born always in fresh water.

Each year, therefore, great runs, or schools, of fish swim upward from the sea into the rivers on their way to the spawning-beds. The fisher has only to set his nets or traps in the well-known courses taken by these runs near the river-mouths or in the rivers themselves, and he is sure of a catch. The only element of uncertainty, indeed, is in the size of the runs; the fish come up as regularly as the seasons, but there are years of great runs and years of small runs, so that the production varies, but not more so than the wheat or corn crop.

Few kinds of fish, indeed, have a more interesting life-history than the salmon. The several varieties-chinook, sockeye, king, chum, and so on-are distributed in enormous numbers along the Pacific coast from Alaska to California, ascending nearly all the streams and rivers, especially the Columbia in the United States and the Fraser in British America. When they first reach fresh water in the summer or fall, at the time of catching, they are in superb condition, the chinooks often weighing sixty pounds, and sometimes as high as eighty or ninety pounds, splendid great fish of fine proportion and coloring, and among the strongest of all the denizens of the sea in swimming and leaping. They take no food after entering fresh water, though they often swim for hundreds, even more

than a thousand, miles, up-stream all the way, leaping apparently impossible falls and breasting the wildest rapids. If they arrive early in the season, they often lie quiet in dark lake pools for weeks before beginning to spawn, always without eating, never tempted by fly or worm. Many of the great fish entering the Columbia River finally reach the little tributary brooks of the Snake and Salmon rivers in the wild and mountainous heart of Idaho, over a thousand miles, by the course taken, from the sea.

Here the males and females, much wasted in flesh from their fasting, pair off, and in some brawling stream, near a lake by preference, they dig a nest, using heads, tails, and fins with almost human intelligence. The male by this time has developed a formidable hooked beak, with which he fights savagely for the rights of his home. Here the eggs are laid, from two to six thousand to each fish. Carried down-stream by the swift water, a large proportion are lost, many being seized as rare tidbits by waiting trout. But a few drop among the loose stones at the lower edge of the nest, where they are protected in holes and crevices until hatching-time.

Nature affords few more extraordinary examples of devotion to the instinct of reproduction than the practices of these salmon. The digging of the nest wears out their fins and tails, even rubbing away parts of their heads, and the constant fighting among the males causes further disfigurements; lack of food emaciates them, their very stomachs withering away; so that by the time the eggs are laid they are much enfeebled—indeed, all but helpless. But they seem to possess no other instinct at this time than that of spawning. Even after all the eggs are deposited, they continue to go through the exhausting processes until one or the other is too weak to breast longer the swift current or resist the attacks of enemies. When one of a pair disappears, some other unmated fish immediately takes its place, and so on, spawning, fighting, wearing themselves out. Fungoid diseases now attack them, tapeworms appear, and soon, utterly worn out, they perish, and drop to the bottom of the stream or lake. After spawning they apparently have no desire to return to the sea their life-work is done.

months, according to the temperature of the water, and a minute swimming creature called an alevin appears, carrying its food, the egg-yolk, in a sac attached to the under part of its body, hiding among the pebbles, eating nothing, unable to swim. În three or four weeks, however, the yolk-sac is absorbed and the alevin becomes a fry, venturing out to snap at passing particles of food, the prey of hungry trout. Growing now very rapidly, it soon sets out on its often long journey to the sea, traveling mostly at night, head always up-stream, and thus ten miles or more a day for weeks or months.

A long time it lingers, now grown to a sizable fish, in the brackish river-mouths; for it is unable to bear an immediate change from fresh water to salt. Finally reaching its home in the sea, it becomes a powerful, aggressive fish, often gamy, rising to the fisher's hook. Here in salt water, probably not far from the mouth of the river in which it was spawned, the salmon makes its home for years, -usually four, -preparing for the final ordeal and purpose of its life.

Upon reaching full size, some instinct drives it into the fresh water again, and here it is that fishermen lie in wait, with all manner of devices to entrap it. When it has passed safely the white men's nets, the Indian, half naked, stands with poised spear or crude dip-net to take it from some swift-water channel, or, if it escapes the Indian, the grizzly bear and the black bear await its coming in the shallow streams or along the rapids, where the strong fish, in leaping from the foamy waters, subjects itself to the dexterous and crushing blow of the bear's paw.

The rapid settlement of the country, the useless destruction of fish near their spawning-beds, the damming of streams used as salmon thoroughfares, the diversion of others for irrigation, to say nothing of the great increase of fishermen, have all militated against the continuance of the supply. Yet the number of fish is so enormous that enough of them succeed each year in reaching the spawning-beds to maintain, in a really surprising degree, the fruitfulness of the waters, though the Pacific fisher, acutely observant of the effects of overfishing, has not only sought the intelligent protection of the supply through restrictive The eggs hatch within one to six legislation, but has taken measures to re

place by artificial propagation the natural thing, to-day a business of world-wide decrease at the spawning-beds. recognition.

Indeed, fish-hatcheries are now established in the head-waters of many of the important salmon rivers, partly under the supervision of the various States and partly supported by the Federal government.

It is a work of deep interest and importance. At the various stations the native salmon are caught in large numbers, artificially spawned, and the eggs are hatched under conditions which prevent the very large losses of the natural spawning-beds and of the young fry after hatching. As soon as the young are capable of caring for themselves they are “planted" in the rivers and begin their journey to the sea. Millions of fry are thus distributed each year, thereby maintaining to a remarkable degree the fertility of the waters. The product of the different salmon-hatcheries tributary to the Columbia River alone, including two maintained by the United States government, four by Oregon, and six by Washington, amounted, in 1901, to over fifty-eight million fry. The authorities of Oregon and Washington are much alive. to the importance of this growing industry, and have appointed fish-wardens to execute the laws which control and restrict the taking of fish, the size of the nets, the distance between nets, and the definite seasons set for fishing, the objects of these laws being to permit enough fish to pass up the streams every year to maintain the spawning supply, and yet to allow as large a number as possible to be taken. Intelligently regulated, the Northwesterner believes that his fisheries may be made a steady source of profit through all future time.

The six chief salmon-catching centers on the Pacific coast, in the order of the quantity of fish packed (in 1901), are Alaska, Puget Sound (British Columbia), the Columbia River, the Oregon coast, the Washington coast, and the California rivers. About four fifths of the entire catch was in American waters, one fifth in Canadian. For their extent and importance, the annual product now being worth over twenty million dollars, employing an army of men and millions of capital, the Pacific salmon-fisheries are of surprisingly recent development. Like every industry in the Northwest, they have seemingly sprung into importance overnight-yesterday no

While it is true that there was fishing for packing purposes in the Columbia River as far back as 1866, the industry attained no prominence except in that river until 1876 and 1878, when the northern fisheries in Puget Sound (British Columbia) and Alaska were opened, at first modestly and experimentally. The great growth did not begin until 1886; but since that time the expansion in the business has been well-nigh incredible, the Puget Sound pack increasing by eleven hundred per cent., the Alaska pack by fifteen hundred per cent. The California pack of recent years has been small, bearing no important relation to the total output, while the Columbia River product, though still large, has not increased for years.

Varieties of salmon differing from those in the Columbia are taken in the northern fisheries; in Puget Sound chiefly the sockeye, a fish of good quality, but much smaller than the chinook, averaging only seven or eight pounds to the fish. In Alaska the principal fish is the king-salmon, the runs of both sockeye and king being much larger than the Columbia River runs, and the business generally on a larger scale. The fish of Puget Sound, for the most part, go up the Fraser River in British Columbia, being caught in Georgia Gulf before crossing the international boundary. Many of the Canadian fishers look upon this fishing as an encroachment on their rights, though it is all conducted in American waters, and there are enough fish passing the nets to furnish the Canadians of the Fraser River a large yearly pack. It is significant of the commercial friendship of the two countries, much more noticeable in the West than in the East, that the Canadian government has recently given permission to the State of Washington for the establishment, on the Canadian head-waters of the Fraser, of a fish-hatchery, the aim of which is to help maintain the supply of fish for Americans and Canadians alike.

Nothing, surely, would have astonished our forefathers more than the prophecy that fish caught in the Pacific Ocean would one day be served fresh and in prime condition six thousand miles away in London, and that within three weeks of the time they were alive in their native waters.

A LAND OF DESERTED CITIES

BY HOWARD CROSBY BUTLER

Of the American Expedition to Northern Central Syria

WITH PICTURES FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR

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EW people appreciate the fact that to-day, at the dawn of the twentieth century, there are still parts of the old Roman Empire where no traveler of modern times has been; that there are ancient towns which no tourist has seen, temples and towers that no lover of classic architecture has delighted in, inscriptions in ancient Greek that no savant has as yet deciphered, whole regions, in fact, full of antiquities for which no Baedeker has been written, and which are not shown upon the latest maps. There are regions within our temperate zone where no modern European foot has trod, so far as we are able to tell-regions where the civilization of Greece and Rome once flourished, and where fine monuments of classic art, and of an unfamiliar art that supplanted the classic, waste their beauties upon the ignorant sight of half-civilized nomads.

To realize the truth of this, one needs only to cross the ranges of mountains that run parallel to the eastern coast of the Mediterranean, and, avoiding all caravan routes, journey independently about the barren country that lies between these mountains and the Euphrates. Here is a territory which, though not wholly unexplored, is full of most wonderful surprises. Here are cities and towns long deserted, not so great or so imposing, perhaps, as Palmyra, but far better preserved than the city of Zenobia, and giving a much truer picture of the life of the ancient inhabitants than one can draw from those famous ruins. These towns are not buried, like the great cities of the Mesopotamian plains, nor have their sites been built upon in modern times, as

those of the classic cities of Greece have been; they stand out against the sky upon high ridges, or lie sheltered in sequestered valleys, presenting to the view of the traveler, as he approaches them, very much the same aspect that they did in the fourth century of our era, when inhabited by prosperous, cultivated, and happy people, or when deserted by those inhabitants some thirteen hundred years ago.

I have said that the region is not wholly unexplored: it is a territory as large as England or the State of New York, traversed from north to south by a highway upon which the pilgrims from all the northern Islamic countries journey to Damascus and thence to Mecca. It is crossed in the north by a great caravan route extending from the sea to the Euphrates, and in the south by another important route leading from Damascus to Bagdad by way of Palmyra. At intervals between these extremes there are two other routes for caravans, which are infrequently used. Upon the more important roads, especially between Aleppo and Damascus, there are towns of considerable size. These are situated in the plain, and consist, in some cases, of houses poorly built of broken stones from ruined buildings of antiquity, but more generally of mud huts, called kubbe. But the hill country of northern central Syria, the country of deserted cities and towns, the region of which I am writing, is one of the districts that are still virtually unexplored. Portions of it, those nearest to known and settled country, have been visited from time to time by scholars in search of inscriptions, but each of these has usually followed the track of the first explorers.

that time few travelers have found their way to the country of M. de Vogüé's discoveries.

This country was first brought to the notice of the scientific world over a hundred years ago, when an Englishman In reading M. de Vogüé's book one named Pococke touched at several points wonders what there may be beyond and while traveling from Damascus to Aleppo. on each side of his route; for he says that Pococke copied a number of inscriptions, there were many great ruins to be seen in but has little to say about the ruins, for the the distance, which could not be reached for reason, we may presume, that he visited lack of time. And it was from wondering few of the more remarkable sites. In what might be beyond that an American 1867 the first important publication was archæological expedition was organized, made of the architectural remains of the in 1899, to extend M. de Vogüé's work region. It was in the year 1860 that Count and to verify his drawings by the camera. Melchior de Vogüé, later an attaché of the French embassy at Constantinople, now the Marquis de Vogüé, a member of the Institute and one of the "Immortals," made a journey through the country east of the Orontes and in the Haurân, with sketch-book and measuring-rod in hand, and, upon his return to France, published one of the most remarkable works upon architecture that the century produced. The companion of his travels and a collaborator in his work was M. Waddington, the well-known epigraphist and writer, who was afterward ambassador of France to Great Britain.

In this book, "La Syrie Centrale: Architecture Civile et Religieuse," were presented one hundred and fifty drawings of basilicas, churches, public baths, private houses, and tombs in great variety, dating from the first to the seventh century, all in a new and beautiful style and in a wonderful state of preservation.

It seemed almost incredible that such remarkable remains should have existed so long within two or three days' journey from the site of ancient Antioch, or from Damascus, without having been known before. Skeptical persons were inclined to believe that the drawings were more beautiful than the ruins themselves, and were, in a sense, restorations more or less imaginary from fragments found by M. de Vogüé; nevertheless they made an epoch in the history of architecture, and these same drawings will be found reproduced in every general history of architecture that has been written since they were published.

Besides contributing these remarkable architectural illustrations to our knowledge of ancient architecture, M. de Vogüé's book contained charts which added to the general map of Syria a score and more of names of sites before unknown; but since

We were four-three Americans and one German. When we started out in the autumn our work was divided so that one man was to make maps and study the general physical conditions of the country, another was to study the architecture and other arts, a third had the copying of the Greek and Latin inscriptions to do, while the fourth was to take charge of the Semitic inscriptions, of which six kinds were found. In the spring we were joined by another member, who came out from America to study the natives, and for a few weeks the eminent American medical professor of the Syrian College at Beirut was one of us; he joined us in order to collect in the desert between Aleppo and Palmyra material for the completion of his great work on the flora of Syria.

Then we were six; but the retinue of servants that one must have to travel comfortably in the East, together with the guard of Turkish soldiers that the government insists on sending, amounted to more than thirty men, while the cavalcade of horses, mules, donkeys, and camels when these were necessary-eighty in all-made up a goodsized caravan or a tribe of respectable proportions. We set out really from Alexandretta, though the caravan had come from Beirut and Jerusalem. Our tents were first pitched at Anțâkiyah, in a graveyard above the river, just opposite the town, a wretched collection of modern houses and one or two dingy mosques, with nothing visible to recall "Antioch the Fair" of old but the ponderous arches of a Roman aqueduct outside the town, on the south, and the rugged masses of Mons Silpius, crowned with its mighty ruined walls, towering above. The glories of the city of Seleucus Nicator, Alexander's great general, are gone, the splendid colonnaded avenues of Antiochus Epiphanes are no more. Naught remains of the gorgeous buildings which

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