CATHOL1C.S, in defending the natural and Christian view of marriage and the family are constantly having to deal with the " prophets of woe." the heirs of Malthus, " the dismal philosopher," who tell us with " authority" and stun us with statistics to " prove " that the world is faced with famine; that there is just not enough land to grow the food the world needs. Every bit of evidence therefore that contributes to the dismay and the overthrowing of these Weeping Willies is of importance and value. Among the most important of these testimonies-and they are growing all the time will surely . bsi vt :0, dr Gye en otior: gul dei " tibener pTrthihseee .E
Of special interest and relevance is this story: it concerns our own country which we so lightly and wrongly assume to be producing all the food it could.
In 1927 the Hon. Rupert Guinness. Lord Elveden, succeeded to the title and the fortune of the first Earl of Iveagh. The " sporting estate" of 23.000 acres at that time had. 5,000 acres of poot arable and worse pasture under cultivation, and produced little surplus from land or cattle, which numbered only 100 dairacows. Today the original 5.000 acres have been transformed; and 3,000 more have been reclaimed from submarginal shrub and sand. The estate now carries nearly twenty times the number of useful cattle. 1,200 attested dairy stock--Guernseys and Shorthorns-500 beef cattle and some sheep. In 1951 it sold 30.000 gallons of milk as well as large crops of corn and sugar beet. The work has been long and arduous and has demanded capital outlay on the scale that only a stout Earl could afford.
The story told by Commander Martelli is not merely the story of a rich man supplying capital for the improvement of his land; it is the personal story to a very large extent of a far-seeing and determined farmer to apply the best and the latest methods of agriculture. The hero of this success story is the present Earl of Iveagh.
The story is told simply and straightforwardly; and it is fascinati log and wholly satisfying, not only because it is a success story, but because it is a success story in the realm of man's eternal and primary struggle to win from the land by the sweat of his brow the means of his subs:stance.
The book is amply and most interestingly illustrated.
CONTINUING last year's travel
ogue, Auto-Nomad In Barbary, Mr. Wilson MacArthur with his wife and their trusty car Huberta have now driven the 4,000 miles from Cairo to Durban and back to Salisbury. Southern Rhodesia, where they have apparently settled. But I hope not for too long.
Auto Nomad Through Africa (Cassell, 25s.) is a real modern true adventure story. From the banks of the Nile through primitive Egyptian villages to ancient Luxor, capital of a long-dead civilisation; across the Sudanthrough Kenya and the Rhodesias all the while packing tightly into the narrative, customs, scenery, architecture, past history and present outlook. WIN 1 THAT a Union Jack sewn on a rucksack is not always a passport to friendship and a car lift
abroad is a hard fact revealed by Mr. Garry Hogg in Norwegian Journey (Museum Press, 15s.).
On his 1,000 mile trip through Norway by fjord-ferry. train, bus, car and lorry-but mostly on foot-Mr. Hogg makes an imaginative interpretation of the scenes around him. With his wife he travels through a rough triangle from Bergent to Oslo to Tesanden and uses his sense of observation best on the characteristic fjord-ferry, which zig-zags from one port to another landing and gathering every kind of cargo from prams to spinning wheels.