Jón Bjarnason Academy - 01.05.1936, Side 24

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Jiving—struggles, less picturesque perhaps, but no less heroic
than those of the old sagas. Upon one industry these people
have put their imprint. They have been the fishermen of the
lake. That has called for toil, suffering, frequent but seldom
heard of heroism, and—unfortunately of later years—for priva-
tion, as its rewards have not been commensurate with the energy
the work requires. The old individual fisherman has been re-
placed by the fleet of motor boats controlled from New York
or Chicago and it has become destructive of the man who does
the work.
So the lake changes. The shriek of the locomotive carry-
ing tired week-enders to their summer cottages, sounds along
its shores. The steamers carry great barrels of gasoline and oil
to the planes of the north country. The planes themselves fol-
low the shore of the great lake to the mines. It changes,
almost as all things change. But the sunsets of orange and
gold over the quiet lake are the same today as they have been
for untold thousands of years.
Matthias Joclmnisson, D.D.
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