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"HE SAW THE HEAD OF SOME HORRIBLE MONSTER EMERGE FROM AN
OPENING IN THE CLIFF."
(see pack 7.)
The Wide World [Magazine.
Vol. XIV.
NOVEMBER, 1904
No. 79.
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By T. R. Hermann.
In the course of their work divers meet with many strange and exciting adventures, finding
themselves in situations where only an iron nerve and ready resource can save their lives.
In this article Mr. Hermann relates a collection of stories of peril told by well-known divers.
is with the romantic, not the
technical, side of diving that I pro-
pose to deal in this article. From
time to time some very curious
things have happened to divers, and
some very plucky descents have been made. I
am indebted to the good offices of Messrs. Siebe,
Gorman, and Co., the well-known submarine
engineers, for their kindness in enabling me to
secure the striking narratives which follow.
A diver needs a good supply of that mental
courage known as presence of mind, in order to
deal with the unforeseen emergencies which may
at any time arise, threatening, perhaps, to destroy
him. As an instance of this, let me relate
a thrilling experience ' that befell a Whit-
stable diver named Saffrey some little while
back. A vessel had gone down not far
from the Kentish Knock. Her cargo con-
sisted of rum, which was considered well
worth salving. The wreck lay in somewhat
shallow water, and divers were engaged to
Vol. xiv. — 1.
descend and bring up the cargo, among them
being Safifrey. He made a descent in the
ordinary way, and, arriving upon the vessel's
deck, proceeded to remove the hatches. This,
of course, took him some considerable time,
as working below water is much slower than
similar labour on dry land : a diver's movements
are necessarily deliberate, encumbered as he is
with impedimenta, and working among formid-
able obstructions.
The hatches being removed, the cargo of
rum-casks lay in view. Saffrey next descended
into the hold, in order to get the casks in readi-
ness to be sent to the surface. Then came the
catastrophe. The removal of the hatches and
the motion caused by the descending diver
created some displacement of the cargo, and as
the diver climbed down several big casks floated
upwards. Suddenly Saffrey made a horrifying
discovery. His life-line and his air-tube were
both jammed between one of the barrels and
the deck above his head !
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The result of this, of course, was that no air
could reach him from above, and that which
was already in his helmet was sufficient to last
him only about two minutes ! It was just one
of those appalling situations where absolute
coolness and quick-witted resource alone can
save one's life. What did Saffrey do ? Hastily
whipping out his sheath-knife, he severed his
life-line above where it was pinned by the barrel,
and did the same with his air-tube, thus releasing
himself. Then he gave the six pulls on his life-
line which indicate that something is wrong,
and that those above are to haul up quickly.
This was done, but only just in the nick of time,
for when he arrived at the surface the diver was
in a half-fainting con-
dition.
Perhaps one of the
most thrilling and
dangerous expedi-
tions ever undertaken
by a diver was that
of Messrs. Siebe
and Gorman's head
diver, Alexander
Lambert, in connec-
tion with the Severn
Tunnel. It was a
deed of tremendous
pluck, and deserves
to rank with the most
valorous act ever per-
formed in the blood-
heat of battle. The
workings of the
Severn Tunnel were
flooded, and there
was sixty feet of water
in the two hundred-
feet shaft. The flood
was tearing through
a doorway, the iron
door of which was
open, from the main
tunnel into a smaller
tunnel about eight
feet wide and the same high,
distant about a quarter of
bottonrof the shaft, and was nearly full of water
and debris. The task that had to be performed
was for somebody to make his way to the iron
door and close it, thus stopping the inrush of
water. It was a task that many a stout-hearted
man might be excused for refusing to attempt.
But Lambert volunteered to do it.
He was equipped with an ordinary diving
dress, except that he had neither air-tube nor
life-line : the latter, in fact, would have been
quite useless. In place of the former he carried
DIVER LAMBERT, WHOSE TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE IN THE FLOODED
SEVERN TUNNEL IS HERE RELATED.
From a Photo, by G. Wade &* Co., Mile End.
This tunnel was
a mile from the
with him a supply of oxygen in a small reservoir,
and a crowbar. He descended the two hundred-
feet shaft, through the sixty feet of water, and
then made his way along the eight-foot tunnel
for a quarter of a mile, the whole time battling
with all kinds of obstructions, but finally reach-
ing the doorway in safety. Lambert found that
the door was held fast by some stout iron rails,
which called for pretty hard work to release
them. He attacked his task with considerable
energy, being anxious to complete it and return
victorious.
The diver became so absorbed in what he
was doing that he quite forgot for the time being
the exceptional conditions under which he was
working and gave no
thought to his supply
of oxygen. Then,
suddenly, it flashed
across his mind that
the precious gas must
be getting pretty low,
and as it would have
to last him during
the journey back he
decided to return at
once and leave his
work for the present
unfinished. So he set
off as quickly as he
could, now stumbling
over a pile of debris,
now battling with a
swirling eddy, and
hoping against hope
all the time that the
oxygen would not give
out and leave him
to perish miserably in
that flooded tunnel.
He succeeded in
reaching the top of
the shaft in safety,
but when his air-tank
came to be examined
it was discovered that
there was only sufficient oxygen left to have
lasted him for another two or three minutes !
Thus, almost by a miracle, his life had been
preserved. One would suppose that such a
narrow escape would have daunted a man from
making a further attempt ; but Lambert knew no
fear. Again he descended the shaft, journeying
through the sixty feet of water and along that
perilous quarter of a mile of tunnel to the door-
way, where he completed his task and returned
triumphant.
One of the most remarkable mishaps I ever
heard of happened to a diver named Quick.
BENEATH THE WATERS.
He was working at the Penarth Docks, and
descended to repair an injury to the bows of a
vessel which had had a hole knocked in it by
an anchor. The hole had been filled up with
cotton-waste, and Quick went down to fix a
plate over it. Powerful pumps were at work
above emptying the vessel of water. While
busy below Quick inadvertently knocked
That, however, would not have conveyed to his
attendants the extraordinary nature of the mis-
hap, although it would have drawn their atten-
tion to him.
While the diver hung there helpless, dreading
what would happen next, the worst misfortune
of all occurred. His dress became torn — only
a slight rent, but the water percolated through
UK TRIED TO GET AT HIS LIFE-LINE, BUT HE WAS UNABLE TO REACH IT.
out the cotton-waste, and the tremendous
suction caused by the pumping drew the
diver in by the elbow, and held him fast and
helpless. His first and principal anxiety was to
release himself, so he struggled violently, but
this only made matters worse, and landed him
farther into the hold of the vessel. Then he
tried to get at his life-line, but, owing to his
peculiar position, he was unable to reach it,
being securely pinned on both sides. Even
supposing he had been able to get hold of the
life-line, it is doubtful if he could have made
himself intelligible above, as the nearest signal
in the code is, ;'Foul of the wreck," six pulls.
and gradually rose inside towards his helmet.
Was ever a man in a more terrible position :
held fast against a ship's side by an irresistible
force and literally drowning by inches? Quick
gave up hope; he never expected to reach the
surface alive. And then a remarkable thing
happened. Having reached to the level of his
chin the water stopped, held back by the
pressure of air in his helmet ! In this awful pre
dicament— unable to move, and dreading that any
moment some alteration of pressure would set
the water flowing once more — Quick remained
for a couple of hours, when it suddenly
occurred to those above that something must
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be wrong below. Divining the -nature of the
trouble, they at once proceeded to pump water
back into the vessel, with the result that the
unfortunate diver was soon washed out of the
trap into which he had been drawn and hauled
up to the surface in a fainting condition.
Another diver, W. G. Nutkins, had what I
consider to be the narrowest escape from death
that any man could possibly have, either on
earth or in the waters beneath. He was
engaged in blasting operations in Newport
Docks, where a huge wall was being blown away.
The method adopted was to deposit dynamite
in the interstices of the wall and then clay it
up, the charge being
fired with a battery.
The work of thus
loosening the large
blocks of stone had
been successfully ac-
complished, and the
task of hauling them
up to the surface was
next proceeded with.
The blocks were fixed
into a large hook and
taken up by a crane.
One of the blocks,
while suspended, slip-
ped from the hook
and fell to the bottom.
All those above who
saw it fall—just about
the spot where Nut-
kins was supposed to
be working — never
thought to see that
diver again alive. As
a matter of fact, the
great stone just
escaped him, but so
near was it to him
that it knocked the
pipe clean off the back
of his helmet !
Many stories concerning divers' fights with
sea-monsters — the majority of them apocryphal
— have been told, but the following account of
Diver Lambert's combat with a shark is abso-
lutely authentic. While engaged on some
repairs to a ship's bottom the diver became
conscious that some large body was moving
near him. (lazing into the shadowy depths he
thought he could make out the greyish form of
some formidable creature, but was unable to
define clearly what it was. He therefore pro-
ceeded with his work, throwing an occasional
glance in the direction of his intangible foe. It
was not long before he was able to make out
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clearly what it was that menaced him, as the
mysterious creature ventured in closer and
revealed its identity in the shape of a big shark.
Nothing particular happened that day, the shark
merely contenting himself with watching the
diver. The next day he came again and simply
watched, but nothing more. The third day
saw him at his post again, eternally watching
and apparently endeavouring to make up his
mind whether this strange biped was worth
attacking. At last this continual espionage
got too much for the diver, and he deter-
mined to bring matters to a head. The
fourth day arrived, and so did the shark.
Thereupon Lambert
signalled for a large
knife and a looped
rope to be sent down.
Upon the arrival of
these the diver adop-
ted a daring ruse. He
baited the shark with
his bare hand — an
invitation which was
promptly accepted.
On came the great
brute straight for the
hand, and having ar-
rived within striking
distance he turned
over on his back, as
is the custom with
sharks when attacking,
and shot forward.
But at that moment
the hand was quickly
withdrawn and the
diver's knife plunged
into the creature's
side, crimsoning the
surrounding water.
Like a flash the shark
turned and came at
him again, but Lam-
bert dodged the on-
slaught and once more sheathed his knife in the
brute's side. So this strange fight to a finish
went on, till finally the diver triumphed, and a
few minutes later the carcass of the shark was
being drawn to the surface in the looped rope.
Lambert keeps the creature's backbone as a
memento of the duel.
Some years ago a curious thing happened
during certain diving operations at Dover. It
occurred while Sir John Jackson and Co. were
adding the turret to the pier, as a means of
breaking the water. While a diver was below
he signalled hastily to be drawn up, and upon
arriving at the surface, looking much scared, he
NUTKINS, WHO HAD A NARROW ESCAPE FROM
DEATH IN NEWPORT DOCKS.
From a Photo, by C. Harris, Dover.
BENEATH THE WATERS.
related a strange story. While working below,
he said, he saw the head of some horrible
monster emerge from an opening in the cliff,
threatening to attack him. The creature, how-
ever, appeared to be imprisoned — was unable
development to a huge size prevented its escap-
ing from its prison, but it managed to subsist
by darting out so far as it could get, and grabbing
unsuspecting fish as they passed by. In confir-
mation of this, on the sea-bed exactly beneath
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A IINISlr WENT ON.
to get its body altogether through the opening.
The story was generally received with scepti-
cism, and the affrighted diver was believed
to be suffering from an attack of "nerves."
As, however, he stuck stoutly to his tale Diver
W. S. Johnson, the foreman, decided to descend
and investigate. He shortly after reappeared,
and entirely confirmed the first diver's narrative,
for he had himself seen the monster. As a
result all the divers engaged at the Admiralty
Pier became alarmed, and would not go near the
spot where this maiine nightmare held sway.
Subsequent investigation elucidated the
mystery. Some time previously, in course of
work at the pier, many blocks of stone had been
dumped at the. end of it, and by some means
a conger eel had got imprisoned in a cavity
among them, the eel at the time, it was supposed,
not being fully grown. Its subsequent natural
the aperture were to be seen the remnants of
demolished fish. The conger was left unmolested
in his subaqueous chamber for some time, until,
when the pier was finally joined to the old
works, it became necessary to still further im-
prison him, and the only aperture to his prison-
house was cemented up. Perhaps centuries
hence, when the bed of the ocean is dry land,
some scientist may come upon the impression
of the conger in some fossiliferous deposit and
give him a name as long as his body, but the
geologist will never know the fun the monster
had with the Dover divers unless his ancestors
have wisely handed him down a copy of The
Wide World Magazine.
I may say that this curious story is vouched
for by all the divers concerned, including
Messrs. Siebe, Gorman, and Co. and Sir John
Jackson and Co.
An Eventful Elopement.
By L. S. Merchant.
The romantic story of a runaway marriage — how the lovers galloped away at top speed, with the
infuriated father in hot pursuit ; and the exciting incident that happened on the return journey.
HERE were a number of us in the
smoking-room of a Chicago hotel,
and we were chatting idly when the
conversation drifted to weddings
and wedding-days.
'Talking of wedding-days," said John Marsh,
a well-known and respected commercial traveller,
"reminds me of mine. It was one of the most
exciting days of my life, and I don't think I
-should care to repeat the experience."
This statement, of course, aroused our
curiosity, and we demanded the story it seemed
to suggest. After a time Mr. Marsh yielded to
our solicitations, and this is the narrative he
related, told in his own words.
I was born back East in a pretty little town
in Vermont, the dear old Green Mountain
State. Some day when I have
" made my pile " I intend to
go back there and end my
days in the midst of the glories
of the mountains.
Helen Alden and I had
known each other from child-
hood, and when we had grown
to manhood and womanhood
we desired to spend our lives
together as man and wife, but
for some inscrutable reason,
which I never satisfactorily
solved, her father flatly refused
to give his consent to our
marriage. The nearest I came
to elucidating the mystery was
when an acquaintance who had
known Mr. Alden all his life
told me that he (Mr. Alden)
had loved my mother and
wanted to marry her, but her
affections were engaged elsewhere and she re-
fused him. My mother and father were married
soon after this, and, though Mr. Alden himself
married, he never forgot or forgave the sup-
posed slight, and in refusing me his daughter's
hand was, perhaps, taking his revenge for
the fancied wrongs of bygone days. He was
a man of peculiar disposition and character,
who had few friends outside his family. Whether
the reason given by my informant was the real
MR. JOHN MARSH, W
THE STORY OF HI
From a Photo, by J.
cause of Mr. Alden's opposition I have never
known, but this I do know, that he made the
course of our true love anything but a smooth
one from beginning to end.
One day, in deference to Helen's wishes, I
went to Mr. Alden to make a final appeal to
him for the hand of his daughter, hoping to
soften the heart and bend the will of the
obdurate old man.
"No, sir," he said, sharply, in answer to my
request. "I will never give my consent to your
marriage with my daughter, and you may just as
well understand that at once."
" Very well, Mr. Alden," I replied ; " I am
sorry you refuse what I ask, but understand
this : if I can't have Helen with your consent,
I shall take her without it ! "
" Neither with nor without my consent shall
vou have Helen," thundered
the old man, nearly beside
himself with rage. " Go about
your business."
" I will go about my busi-
ness," I said, as I started to
leave him, "and that will be
to marry Helen at the very
earliest opportunity."
For several days after this I
had no chance to see my
sweetheart nor to communicate
with her, as her father kept
too close a watch over her.
Going to our private letter-box,
however — a hollow tree — one
day about a week later, I found
a letter which had just been
deposited there by Helen. In
it she told me that her father
intended to go the next day
to a place about twenty miles
from home. He was going to start early and
would not be home until late in the evening.
" A word to the wise is sufficient." Here, I
felt, would be our opportunity. I have forgotten
to explain that my farm, which had been left to
me by my father, joined that of Mr. Alden, so I
had a vantage-point from which to watch for
Mr. Alden's departure next morning, which took
place at an early hour. Soon after he had gone
I harnessed Grey Eagle, my handsome horse, to
HO TOI.D TO THE AUTHOI
S RUNAWAY MAKHIAGE.
C Burge, New Mexico,
AN EVENTFUL ELOPEMENT.
my sleigh, and drove the short distance to Mr.
Alden's house. Going to the door I was warmly
received by Helen. " Hurry and put your coat
and hat on," said I, "and we will drive over to
Arlington and be married and bock again before
your father gets home from his journey?3 She
was taken aback at my words, naturally, but it
did not take me long to overcome the objections
that my sweetheart
raised to so sudden
a move, for she, as
well as I, realized
the utter futility of
trying to overcome
her father's preju-
dices and obtain
his con&ent to our
union. We were
both heartily tired
of the unreason-
able position which
he had taken up.
Presently, there
fore, Helen left
me, saying as she
went, "I will be
ready in a few
minutes."
Ten minutes
later she came
down fully equip-
ped for the drive,
and I soon had
her cosily tucked
into the sleigh by
my side.
It was a glorious
winter dav, just
right for the ten
or twelve mile spin
up hill and down
dale over the snow
— a day when the
air was like rich
wine in its power
to invigorate and stimulate. Had I realized
what awaited us on my return, however, I
should have hesitated about taking the journey
that day. But I must not anticipate.
We had gone about a mile along the " new
road"— so called to distinguish it from the
older and steeper road over the mountain— and
had just passed a farmhouse, when we heard a
shout behind us. Looking round, you can
imagine our surprise at seeing Mr. Alden just
driving out of the farmyard in pursuit of us, and
urging his horse to its utmost speed. When I
saw this I gave the word to Grey Eagle, and he
was off like a flash along the smooth road and
Vol. xiv.— 2.
HURRY AND PUT YOUR COAT AMD HAT ON. SAID I
soon left our pursuer far in the rear. It puzzled
us to know why he had changed his mind and
gone in a direction contrary to that in which he
said he was going, unless he had " smelt a rat "
and laid a trap for us. For the life of me I
could not fathom the old farmer's idea in pur-
suing us, for Helen was of age and both of us
were fully determined not to return until the
knot was tied
w h i c h should
unite us for life.
Probably, if he
could have over-
taken us, he would
have brought his
iron will to bear
on Helen, and
attempted to
c o m pel her to
return with him.
On and on we
raced, the sleigh
gliding swiftly over
the snow. Once
the irate Mr.
Alden, who, of
course, had the
lighter load,
m o m e n t a r i 1 y
gained on us, and
Helen cried out in
alarm, "Oh, Jack !
father is gaining
on us! Make
Grey Eagle go
faster I "
My good horse
needed no urging,
for, as he heard
the other hoist-
coming in the < lis
tance, he went
off again like the
wind. Mite after
mile the (base
continued, sometimes one gaining and some-
times the other, but our pursuer never at
any time got within speaking distance ; which
was perhaps fortunate, for we could see that
he was in a furious passion. Occasionally
I glanced backward, and could see that the
farmer was getting more and more angry, which
was evinced by his continuous use of the whip
on hi-; galloping horse. I can see him now as I
think of the incident, with his fur cap drawn
down as far as it would go on his head, and a
red comforter or scarf tied around his neck, the
long ends flying in the air like signals of
vengeance, and his right arm rising and falling
IO
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MILE AFTER MILE THE CHASE CONTINUED.
with almost mathematical precision as he wielded
the whip.
When less than two miles from Arlington the
chase came to an end. Mr. Alden's horse
suddenly stumbled and fell in a heap, and the
last we saw of the farmer was when he left the
sleigh and attempted to raise the prostrate
animal.
Needless to say, I did not go to the assistance
of my prospective father-in-law, but kept straight
on to our destination. We saw no more of our
pursuer, and half an hour later we had reached
Arlington and were at the house of a clergyman
whom I knew, and were fortunate enough to
find him at home. A few minutes after the
marriage ceremony was performed in the pre-
sence of the parson's wife and two daughters,
and Helen and I were man and wife.
We drove to the hotel and had dinner, and
then I went out to attend to some business
which would have brought me to town that day
in any event. As soon as this was transacted
I hastened to the hotel where I had left my
bride, and we prepared for our journey back to
Sandgate.
This time 1 decided to take the old road,
having no desire
to meet -Mr.
Alden just at
that time, for I
thought he
might be await-
ing our return
somewhere
a'long the road,
and would try
to make things
unpleasant for
us, though he
could not now
separate us.
" I am going
back by the old
road over the
mountain," I
said to Ben
Norton, the pro-
prietor of the
hotel, when I
was ready to
start.
"If I were
you I shouldn't," said Ben, in his most im-
pressive tone. " Just before you drove up
this morning two men stopped here for a few
moments on their way to Cambridge, and they
told me that a wild cat had been seen up
near Beartown within the last day or two. This
they said had been told them by reliable
persons who had themselves seen the cat and
had been chased by it for a short distance. By
the way, you know the men — they were Judge
Hill and Mr. Sinfield, of Salem."
" A wild cat about this region ! I don't
believe it," said I. "There have been no wild
cats in this part of the country for the last fifty
years. My grandfather. used to say he killed the
last one that put in an appearance. They must
have seen a wandering Thomas cat of the
striped variety, and mistook him for his savage
brother."
" All the same, Jack, I would not go by that
road, especially as you will not be alone," he
replied.
" 111 risk it ! " I answered
"and I am sure Mrs. Marsh
be frightened at such a story.
cat I will bring you his skin."
" I shall hold you to your bargain," said Ben,
as he carefully tucked the fur robes in on Helen's
side of the sleigh.
"Well, good-bye, old man," I said ; " we have
a good long drive before us and must be off,
as it is getting late ; but it will be clear, bright
moonlight after the sun goes down, so it will be
with a laugh ;
is not likely to
If I see a wild
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1 1
almost as pleasant as in the daylight, though a
little colder."
It was nearly four o'clock when we started,
and the first two miles was over a level road.
Then began our climb of one of the steepest
mountain roads in Vermont, and there are some
pretty steep grades in the dear old State. Before
we reached the summit the sun had gone down,
and the moon was shining in all her splendour
on the white, glistening glory of the snow.
All was clear and bright as far as we could
see, though the road was very lonely. Years
ago, when the pioneers had come and " settled
up " the Green Mountain State, and chose for
the site of their homes eminences from which a
wide landscape might be seen, this old road
from Arlington to Sandgate was well settled, but
the younger generation in the thirties took the
Western fever and went away to seek their
fortunes. The old folks died off, leaving the
homes desolate, and finally the buildings
decayed and dropped down. Around the
ruins a dense young forest grew up, lining
either side of the
road and fast be-
coming almost im-
penetrable. It was
as lonely now at the
point we had reached
as if the foot of man
had never trodden
the region. The
only habitation — if
such it could be
called — was a hut,
partly excavated in
the hillside, in which
a hermit named
James Moore, who
had met with a love-
trouble, lived alone
with no other com-
panion than a dog.
We drove through
Beartown at a lei-
surely gait, in order
to rest the horse
after the long climb,
and to let him "get
his wind " before the
next hill. Meantime
Helen and I were
talking gaily over our
plans for the future.
Suddenly, without
the least warning,
Grey Eagle gave a
wild bound and was
off like a streak of
lightning, with a dark object clinging to his
flank that I saw was an animal of some sort.
Putting the reins into Helen's hands and
reaching down into the bottom of the sleigh, I
seized an axe-handle which I had bought in
Arlington that day. With this I struck the
intruder a furious blow, which had the effect of
loosening his hold, and he dropped to the
ground. Only for a moment was he down,
however ; the next instant he had bounded up
again, this time landing in the sleigh in front of
us, and for a moment I felt his hot breath upon
my face. As he sprang in one cruel claw in-
flicted an ugly scratch upon one of Helen's
hands. I realized now that what I had
scoffed at and pronounced impossible was a
living reality — the veritable wild cat which I had
been told about was now confronting me !
A few well-directed blows from the axe-helve
again dislodged him, and he fell to the ground
behind us, but once more bounded up, and this
time caught hold of the top of the seat at the
back with his fore-paws, making strenuous
THE NEXT INSTANT HE HAD BOUNDED UP AGAIN".
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efforts to bring his hind feet up also, no easy
task on the smooth paint, with the flying sleigh
bumping madly down the rough road. Turning
round, with one terrific blow on his paws I
drove him from his position, and the next
instant I heard the report of a rifle and saw the
savage creature roll over on the snow.
long tension had been too much for the poor
girl, and she had fainted. By dint of desperate
efforts I succeeded in keeping the maddened
horse in the road, but he nearly pulled my arms
out of joint as he furiously plunged down one long
hill and half-way up another. Then gradually
his speed moderated, and when the top of the
SAW THE SAVAGE CREATURE UOI.I.
I l\ l-'.R ON THE SNOW."
I suspected that it was the
hermit, James Moore, who had
fired the shot so opportunely, as we were very
near his habitation at the time. I did not stop
to investigate the matter, however, for had I
felt inclined to do so Grey Eagle's will would
have been more than I could have overcome.
Though the beast's claws had injured Helen
she had not dropped the reins, but held on
pluckily and kept the frightened horse to the
road, thereby, no doubt, saving our lives.
When the shot was fired that stopped the wild
cat's career the horse became, if possible, more
frenzied than before and made gigantic bounds
over the road. I took the reins from Helen's
hands, and, as I did so, her head dropped upon
my shoulder and for a moment I thought that
she was dead, so white and still was she. The
CdaACt £°P4K
hill was reached he was ready to stop and rest,
and I was able to look after Helen, who had not
recovered consciousness. A handful of snow
upon her face brought her back to life, and in a
faint voice she said, "Are we safe, Jack?"
" Yes, dear," I answered, " and we will soon
be at home."
I had not believed it possible that, strong as
I was in those days, I could have become so
weak and trembling in so short a time as I was
after the strain of that fight and the subsequent
runaway was over.
How we escaped destruction during that wild
race is a marvel to me to this day. For long
distances the sleigh scarcely touched the
ground ; the road was narrow and rough, with
AN EVENTFUL ELOPEMENT.
13
stones of various sizes on either hand, and
occasionally a stretch of track where, if the horse
had svyerved a foot out of the direct line, we
might have been landed in a heap fifty or a
hundred feet below. Had we struck one of the
numerous rocks and been thrown
to the ground when near the
wild cat, too, we should have
been in danger of being torn to
pieces by the infuriated creature.
I let the trembling Grey Eagle
rest awhile before going on.
Finally we started again, very
quiet and subdued, both horse
and riders, and some time later
drove up to the gate of Helen's
girlhood's home, where we saw
her father standing. He was
evidently watching for us, and
as we came up he greeted us
with language more forcible than
elegant.
" Mr. Alden," I said, sternly,
" I will not let you address such
words to my wife ! "
" Your wife, you rascal ? " he
roared, furiously.
" Yes, sir, my wife. Won't you give us your
blessing?" I said, as I prepared to move on.
A volley of curses was his reply, and so we
drove on the few rods
farther to my house, which
was to be our home for the
future.
The morning after out-
marriage I drove over to the
hermit's, but Moore heard
the sleigh bells and came to
the door, and I said,
"Halloa, Mr. Moore, did
you shoot at something last
nioht? '
MR. ALDEN, WHO REFUSED HIS CONSENT
TO THE MARRIAGE OF HIS DAUGHTER
WITH MR. JOHN MARSH.
From a Photo.
' Yes," said he, "it was a
big wild cat ; but how did you know about
it?"
" Because I was the man in the sleigh," I
replied.
" Well," he answered, " you were going too
fast for me to recognise you. I
saw the brute spring on the back
of the sleigh and then fall
off. I raised my rifle, which I
fortunately had in my hand, and
fired at him and killed him, but
you had pretty nearly beaten the
life out of him yourself."
Moore thought that the animal
must have been driven by hunters
from the higher mountain range,
for there was an old gunshot
wound upon his shoulder. He
was evidently maddened by
hunger, or he would not have
made so persistent an attack
upon us. Moore said I had
earned the skin, so I drove over
to Arlington and gave it to Ben
Norton, as I had promised I
would if I saw the wild cat.
It took but a few weeks for
my cantankerous father-in-law to weary for his
daughter Helen, and then he threw out a flag of
truce in the shape of a note to her to come and
see him.
" Not without my husband,"
was the reply he received.
" Of course he may come.
I suppose I must swallow
him if I want you," wrote
back the farmer.
For Helen's sake I was
glad to be friendly with the
old gentleman, and from that
time until his death, ten
years later, I had not a more
loyal friend than he.
MR. AI.DEN S DAUGHTER HELEN, WHO ELOPED
WITH MR. MARSH.
From a Photo, by II 'allace Barnes 6r> Co,
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This remarkable story was told to the author by Mr.
George Russell, managing director of Sir John
Bennett, Limited, the well-known clock-makers, of
Cheapside, London, and forms a striking romance of modern commercial life.
HOSE readers of The Wide World
Magazine who remember Cheap-
side as it was twenty years ago will
recollect what an attraction Bennett's
clock was to all passers-by, with its
six splendid figures, its rich-toned bells, and
its beauty of design and construction. On my
return to the City after an absence of some
years I missed this clock
and saw the now equally
well-known one — a never-
failing attraction to country
cousins — that stands in its
place. It was in reply to
my inquiry as to what had
become of the former clock
that I heard from Mr.
George Russell's own lips
the following extraordinary
story.
I was standing in the
shop one day many years
ago when there entered a
middle-aged man, who went
up to one of the assistants
to be served. From my
position at some distance
from them I saw that the
assistant seemed somewhat
mystified by the gentle-
man's question. So, ac-
cording to my usual
custom, I advanced to-
wards the counter where
MR. GEORGE. RUSSELL, THE MANAGING DIRECTOR OF
SIR JOHN BENNETT AND CO., LIMITED, WHO RELATED
THE STRANGE STORY OF THE CHF.AI'SIDE CLOCK TO
THE AUTHOR.
From a Photo, by Mace &r Mast', Cromer.
they stood, and was asked by the assistant to
come forward, being introduced forthwith as
the manager.
The gentleman looked at me for a second or
two without speaking. Then he said, in the
quietest tones possible, " May I ask the price of
your clock? "
As we had, of course, scores of clocks of all
sorts and sizes about the
shop, I naturally inquired
politely, " Which clock,
sir?"
"The clock outside," he
remarked, laconically, with
a wave of his hand towards
the window.
I began to fancy he meant
either some clock in the
window or perhaps one in
the entrance way that some
assistant might have hung
there. So I simply re-
plied : —
" There are several clocks
in the window, sir, as you
see. May I ask which of
them you refer to ? "
The gentleman appeared
rather nettled. He spoke
again, sharply and crossly.
" I don't mean any clock
in the window," he said.
" I mean the big clock
outside, the one over the
shop."
THE STRANGE STORY OF THE CHEAPSIDE CLOCK.
15
" I have
You may imagine how thunderstruck I was
at this strange remark, at the bare idea of that
clock being sold — that clock which was one of
the favourite sights of Cheapside, and which we
prized so much ! I began to wonder if the
would-be purchaser might not be eccentric, or
even worse. He saw my indecision, and waited
impatiently for my next words. I temporized.
" Do you mean to say," I inquired again,
" that you wish to buy the big clock with the
figures, above the window out-
side ? "
" That's it ! " he said.
been having a large tower
built at my new residence
in D , and I want
that clock to put on the
tower."
This statement
made me stand more
aghast than ever.
Bennett's had never
for a moment thought
of parting with the
celebrated clock, and
as to its value, that
was hardly known to
ourselves. More-
over, Sir John Ben-
nett being then away,
I did not feel that I
ought to take upon
myself such an enor-
mous responsibility
as that of disposing
of the famous clock.
Yet, I reflected, it
had been the boast
of the firm for many
years that we were
equal to making and
selling anything in
the clock line, and
that we never dis-
appointed a cus-
tomer, whatever it
might cost us. More-
over, I was by this time more than half per-
suaded that the man was a mild sort of lunatic
whose mind ran on clocks. So, thinking to
settle him by naming an outside price, I said
quietly. " Well, sir, that clock is both a wonder-
ful and complicated piece of work. We could
not sell it at a penny under seven hundred and
fifty pounds ! "
" Very well," said the stranger, " I'll have it.
Regard it as mine."
I now felt sure that I was dealing with a
person who was not responsible for his actions,
mf
HE COUNT* D OUT NOTES TO THE VALUE OF TWO
HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS."
and, being at a loss what to do next, it seemed
to me there was still just a chance of getting out
of the difficulty.
"It is usual, sir," said I, "in transactions of
this kind to have a substantial deposit where
our customer is unknown to us."
" All right," was the terse reply.
And the stranger pulled out from nis pocket
a roll of bank-notes. Goodness knows how
much their total sum amounted to, but he
counted out notes to
the value of two hun-
dred and fifty pounds
and laid them down.
"That will do to
go on with," said he.
" I'll give you the rest
when the clock is
fixed on my tower.
You can fix it there,
I suppose ? "
" Yes," said I, now
hardly knowing
whether I was stand-
ing on my head or
my heels.
The gentleman put
down his card on the
counter, arranged for
the fixing of the clock
— figures, bells, and
all — and then left the
shop.
For some time after
Sir John Bennett came
in I scarcely dared tell
him what had happened,
expecting a characteristic ex-
plosion. Whether it was that
the strangeness of the whole
affair amused him, or what, I
cannot say, but when I finally
broke the news to him Sir John
received it much more calmly
than I had expected.
"All right, Russell," said he,
'we'll let him have it. It shall
never be said that Bennett's could not fulfil
a customer's commission ! "
So the old clock was moved and fixed in its
new place at " The Towers, D ," and the
present clock reigned in its stead.
That, however, is only the first chapter, so to
speak, of my curious tale.
The second one began shortly afterwards,
when Sir John Bennett's curiosity had been so
much roused about our strange customer that
he resolved to learn whatever details he could
about his life and doings.
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He therefore hau special inquiries made by
trustworthy people, and a most extraordinary
story thus came to light.
It seems that the gentleman -who had so
curiously purchased one of the City's most
famous clocks was the son of a physician in
D . This physician had retired from
practice after making a large fortune by his
profession and by shrewd speculations. His
wife, who had had some money in her own
right, was dead, and only one son remained as
sole heir of her fortune and of the father's.
But this son was a strong-willed lad, whose
ideas often clashed with those of his father, and
when one day the boy fell
in love the doctor did
not at all approve his
choice. A terrible quar-
rel was the result, and
neither side would give
way. At length the affair
became so serious that
the father, stubborn and
angry, exclaimed in his
passion : —
" If you don't give this
up, sir, you shall leave
my house and never
return ! Nor shall you
have a penny of my
money when I die."
The son's face flushed.
" Do you really mean
that?" he asked, quickly.
" I do mean it," was
the hot retort.
" Very well, then," said
the son, " I'll go, without
troubling you more. I
have often thought I
could make a fortune if
I tried ; now I'll try."
He left the house that same night, and went
next day to the bank at P , where his
mother's bequest — four thousand pounds — lay
awaiting his disposal. He drew out the whole
sum and set sail for India, without saying
another word to his father.
For many years the two had no communication
whatever. The young merchant began business
in the Bombay province, and prospered beyond
his wildest dreams. Money seemed fairly to
roll into his coffers ; whatever he touched
appeared to turn to gold.
Meanwhile the old physician at home was in
poor health, and, though he would not for a
• minute confess it, he often worried as to what
had become of his only son and wished he were
THE LATE SIR JOHN BENNETT.
From a Photo, by Brown, Barnes, & Bell.
eleven o'clock.
back
again.
But his stubborn pride and
temper would not allow him to ask the wanderer
to return. At length, after a severe attack of
illness, his doctor warned him that he could not
live many years longer, and advised him to give
way and to ask the young man to come home.
Hut Dr. S— - declined to do so, though he
at last gave his colleague permission to write to
Mr. Claude, the son, and mention that he (the
father) was seriously ill. The doctor did so,
and the son sent back quite a friendly letter,
hoping that his father was better and regretting
that he could not leave India for three years
yet. He mentioned, too, how successful he had
been, and said that he had already amassed a
great fortune.
The father got worse,
however, and a few
months later it was clear
that his days were num-
bered. The medical at-
tendant again advised
him to write personally,
asking Mr. Claude to
return immediately if he
wished to see his parent
alive, and after much
pressure the old man
consented to this course.
He wrote, and a cable
was soon received in
reply, stating that the
wanderer was setting out
for England almost im
mediately.
The young man — foi
he was still barely thirty
five — landed at Ply
mouth and hastened U
take the train to D
He arrived at the coun
try town near his ol
home late at night — abou
Deeming it unwise to wal
the distance of three miles or so at that lat
hour and to rouse up the nurses and the sic
man from what might be beneficial sleep, M
Claude S resolved to stay at an hotel ti
morning, then to rise early and proceed horn
to breakfast.
This course he carried out. Before seve
o'clock next morning he was again enterii
the familiar gates he had left under sue
different circumstances so many years befor
As he came in sight of the house a great ch
passed over his heart. The servants we
drawing down all the blinds. His father hi
died just before the wanderer had reachi
home again from the other side of t
world.
Il
t(
p
and
fa
pla
S
THE STRANGE STORY OF THE CHEAPSIDE CLOCK.
17
THE OLD CHEAPSIDE CLOCK — SHOWN JUST ABOVE THE SECOND
" N " IN " BENNETT."
It was a terrible blow to the son, and his
regret was poignant. It was some consolation
to him, however, to know that he had been
forgiven ; and when the old man's will was read
it was found that after all he had left his whole
fortune, well on towards a hundred thousand
pounds, to his only son. So here was this
young man with three fortunes at his disposal,
together worth close on a quarter of a million
pounds, unmarried, and with only himself to
please. He determined not to return to India ;
and accordingly sold out his business there,
thus largely increasing his wealth. Then he set
about building himself a magnificent palace in
place of the old home. This palace had a
splendid tower, and it was for the adornment of
this tower that, passing one day along Cheap-
side and casually noticing the famous clock at
Sir John Bennett's, he resolved to buy the time-
piece and did so, as already recorded.
So closed the second chapter of my history,
which shows that fiction, after all, is but a poor
rival to truth. The third chapter — perhaps
the strangest of all — I will now set forth.
Some \ears later I was standing one dav in
the shop, talking to Sir John Bennett, when I
noticed a tramp come towards the counter and
ask one of our assistants for alms. This is not
uncommon, of course, so I took small notice of
Vol. xiv. -3.
it. Sir John had his back towards the beggar,
and I remember observing that the latter's
clothes were tattered and threadbare, and
that he seemed very poor. He hesitated when
the assistant signified that he could not help
him, and it was the peculiar side-glance that he
gave, apparently directed towards me, that first
made me notice him more closely.
All at once his features seemed to be familiar,
though I could not recall for a moment where
and when I had seen them. When he moved
towards the door, however, the familiarity of the
face and figure struck me again. As I realized
who the man was I reeled with amazement, and
motioned to an assistant to shut the door. He
did so, and the beggar remained standing there
with downcast eyes, as if rooted to the spot.
Sir John gazed at me in astonishment. My
Own face was, I am sure, very white.
"Whatever is the matter, Russell ?" said he,
in alarm.
I pointed to- the motionless tramp.
"Sir John," said I, "that is the man who
bought our clock ! "
The genial knight was so surprised that he
himself could scarcely believe his eyes and his
THE 1'KESENT CHEAPSIDE CLOCK.
From a Photo, by Sparrow.
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ears. But the beggar, when we questioned him,
admitted with a sad, quiet smile that my
recollection was correct, and that he was indeed
the " Mr. Claude S ' of former days !
Gently and kindly prompted by Sir John, he
told us the continuation of his extraordinary
story.
II a h a d , he
s lid. suffered from
sunstroke in India,
and soon after his
succession to his
father's wealth lie
began to feel its
effects. At firsl
he became eccen-
tric, but after-
wards his mind
often b e c a m e
quite .unhinged.
He speculated
wildly, and lost
money by thou-
sands of pounds
at a time. No-
thing he could do
turned out right.
He lost and
squandered until
at length every-
thing had to be
sold to pay his
debts. He i n -
formed us that
our old clock, of
such fame in by-
gone days, had
been bought at
the sale by a well-
known baronet,
and was at that
very moment
figuring in the
stables at that
baronet's country seat minus the figures, which
had disappeared. The baronet had bought the
timepiece for fifty pounds. Fifty pounds !
And the metal alone was worth well over five
times that sum !
The unfortunate man admitted that he had
not a penny left out of all those enormous
fortunes, and that for the last two years he had
had to beg his bread and lodging wherever he
THESE HE GAVE TO OUR FORMER CUSTOM R
could. It was enough to make one weep to
look at him and to think upon his extraordinary
history.
When he had finished his pathetic narration
Sir John put his hand in his pocket and pulled
out all the silver he had there — two half-crowns.
These he gave to
our former cus-
tomer. Then he
called the assist-
ants up to him
and, pointing to
the pitiful object
before them, he
said : —
"Whenever
that man comes
to this shop and
says he wants
help you are to
give him five shil-
lings. He on his
part will act
honourably, I
doubt not, and
will only come
when he really
needs the money.
But whenever that
happens, whether
it be once a
month, once a
week, or once a
day, you are tc
give him five
shillings without
comment ! "
And we did so
He looked ii
casually, accord
ing as he needec
assistance — i
might be some
times twice in
week, or only once in a month. But he alwa)
got his five shillings. Thus he went on for near]
two years, and then the poor fellow's trouble
came to an end. He died from pure wearine
and exhaustion, following upon such experiena
as fortunately fall to the lot of but few people
The old clock still graces the baronet
stables, although in the meantime its success
has also become famous.
Among the Barotse.
By Colonel Colin Harding, C.M.G., Commandant of the Barotse Native Folk i.
and Late Acting Administrator of North-West Rhodesia.
III.
The conclusion of Colonel Harding's interesting account of his travels
in little-known Barotseland.
IVE days after leaving Kasempa's I
reached the Katiie River, crossing
en route the Lunga River. During
the wet season a considerable part
of this country is inundated, these
low-lying parts being known as the Kafue Flats.
The Mashukulumbwe — a fine,
stalwart tribe, great hunters, and
fleet as the game they chase —
inhabit both banks of
the river.
Of all the natives I
have met I think the
Mashukulumbwe are the
most silly and aggra-
vating. The traveller
must never take them
seriously, and it is well
to accept everything
they say with a grain
of salt. Whenever I
arrived at one of their
villages all the inhabi-
tants would turn out
and follow me and my
horse for miles, clap-
ping and cheering, for
no purpose whatever so
far as I could see. They
smoke a very long pipe,
and in the midst of a
serious palaver will, if
not corrected, light up,
smoke, and then hand
the fragrant weed round
to their friends, immediately starting an objec-
tionable chorus of coughing, which is the correct
etiquette for a Mashukulumbwe smoking party.
They are apt clay workers, and their pipes are
fashioned to represent every variety of game in
the country. They also make clay animals and
'colour them with ochre. The above photograph*
I am indebted to Major Garden and Mr. Aitkens for some of the
ohotographs illustrating this article.
shows a small Mashukulumbwe boy belonging
to one of the missions playing with some of
these toys, which, it will be seen, are very like
the Noah's Ark creations beloved by European?
children.
The amazing head-dress of the Mashuku-
lumbwe would rival the production
of Truefitt or any London hair-
dresser. When a boy has arrived
A MASHUKL'LUMIUVF. BOY CLAYING WITH NATIVE
From a Photo.
at a certain age he at once starts
to grow a head-dress. With the
exception of the back of his head every part of
his cranium is shaved and the "crop" carefully
collected. This, after being mixed with grease
and other substances, is smeared over a long
wickerwoik stem placed on the back of his
head. As time goes on his collection of hair
increases, and 1 have even been told that the
object or objects of his affection are asked to
contribute to his monument of grease ! After
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three or four years the
erection has assumed
large proportions, some
I have seen being four
or five feet long. At
night these head-dresses
are tied to the roofs of
the owners' huts, or else
the wearer has to sleep
with his head out of
doors. Naturally, with
hair trained in this
extraordinary way, it is
impossible for the men
to carry loads on their
heads ; consequently
when employed as car-
riers they have to arrange
their loads on poles,
with half of their load
in front and the re-
mainder at the back, as
shown in the adjoin-
ing snap-shot.
Besides the regulation
load they take two or
three calabashes, one for
their water and another
for their meal ; these
and a couple of assegais
complete their outfit. Blankets as a rule are
conspicuous by their absence, and if a carrier
is lucky enough to own one he has to share it
with three or four companions, and as often
as not finds that they monopolize the lion's
share. At other times they stay
up half the night crouched by
the fire, as seen in the typical
scene at the bottom, showing
a Mashukulumbwe kraal, and it
is no uncommon occurrence to
see a man with his arm
or foot burnt from the
effects of too close con-
tact with the fire when
asleep.
I cannot describe the
Mashukulumbwe as a
moral race, though
should they go too far
in the direction of hating
their neighbour and lov-
ing his wife it ofttimes
leads to serious com pi i-
THE AMAZING HEAD -DRESS
OF THE MASHUKULUMBWE
— SOME OF THESE " DF.CO-
RATIONS" ARE FIVE FEKT
From a] long. [P/ioto.
TVI'ICAL MASHUKULUMBWE KRAAL.
[Photo.
SHUKULUMBWE TRIBESMAN ON THE MARCH.
From a Photo.
cations. . Talking to some
Mashukulumbwe indunas
the other day I saw one
who was minus an arm.
After a deal of persuasion
he explained to me that he
had loved not wisely but
too well, a fact which was
resented by the lady's hus-
band, and he lost his arm
as damages. Another man
who was sitting near me
had lost his ear for a similar
reason, while yet another
native Lothario was minus
a couple of fingers. The
women are dressed in skins,
AMONG THE BAROTSE.
21
which their lords and admirers obtain for them.
The cows live in the kraals, and the calves share
the hut with their owner.
Mosquitoes abound on the Kafue Flats, and
it is no uncommon sight to see fires burning in
the cattle kraals to keep the mosquitoes from
the oxen. The Mashukulumbwe are extremely
fond of a shell found on the East Coast of
South Africa, which is used to a great extent by
traders in the Mashukulumbwe country; one
consist of reed huts thatched with grass. Palms
abound, and a kraal and a palm tree are as a
rule seen in close proximity.
Near the confluence of the Kafue and
Zambesi Rivers there are some twenty miles of
rapids, which from a scenic point of view I
consider unequalled in any part of South Africa.
For several miles the Kafue runs through an
imposing range of hills, which force the river in
a roaring torrent through a channel in places
not more than thirty yards
wide, where the boiling waters
leap over huge boulders, and
at times fall perpendicularly
over apparently unsurmount-
able obstacles.
Travelling from the
Mashukulumbwe district
towards the Victoria
Falls the country under-
goes a complete change.
Thick woods take the
place of the monotonous
Kafue Flats, and an
Front a] A GOOD BAG. [Photo.
of the larger shells will buy
an ox worth two or three
pounds, though the same
shell probably only cost the
trader as many shillings.
These are worn by the
owners round their necks,
and are often given to settle
some law case, or for the
purchase of a wife.
Game abounds in the
M.ishukulumbwe country,
and a good native bag is
shown in the above photo.
I have repeatedly seen herds of various descrip-
tions of buck numbering not fewer than seven
or eight hundred.
There are numerous crocodiles in the Kafue
River, and their eggs are found generally in sand
close to the bank, and, as is well known, are
hatched by the sun. The accompanying photo
graph is probably unique, showing as it does a
crocodile's nest containing no fewer than
seventy-four eggs.
The country which is inhabited by the Mashu-
kulumbwe is not, as a rule, well wooded, con-
sequently their picturesque kraals invariably
l-HIS UNIQUE PHOTOGRAPH SHOWS A CROCODILES NEST
CONTAINING NO FEWER THAN SEVENTY-FOUR EGGS.
almost impassable range of mountains bars tl e
way between Monza's Kraal and the river.
Near the Falls a drift has been established at
a place named Tshete, which is really the most
direct route from the Mashukulumbwe countrv
to Bulawayo. Of course, now that the Cape to
Cairo Railway has reached the Falls, this drift
will be little used.
The photo, given at the top of page 23 will
describe better than I am able the beauty of the
Zambesi at this point. I have previously re-
marked that Kazungula was a "gate" or drift
to Barotseland. It was here that Lewanika
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F>om a\
A PICTURESQUE KRAAL IN THE KAFUE COUNTRY.
received his official welcome from his people
when he returned with me from his visit to the
Coronation.
The following photograph was taken on the
north bank of the river, and the people are seen
rushing down to the water as the boat which
conveyed Lewanika and myself approached.
Mr. R. T. Coryndon, the Administrator of
North -West Rhodesia, is to be seen in the
foreground coming to welcome us. It was one
of those many scenes which will ever live in
my memory, and which occurred re-
peatedly on our journey up the
Zambesi River to Lewanika's capital
at I.ealui. His people had generally
given him up as lost, the more ignorant
thinking that the Government had
kidnapped their chief for some poli-
tical reason. When the news reached
Lealui that Lewanika had actually
arrived at Bulawayo, food in the
shape of hippo and fish was sent by
Letia to meet his father on the road.
Every day people met us with loads
of " high " fish and still higher hippo
steak, and I am convinced that no
meal was enjoyed as much by the old
chief in England as his first hippo
steak under the shade of his bullock:
waggon.
Hut to return to our land-
ing at Kazungula. The people
were quile beside themselves,
and as the boat reached the
bank they rushed madly into
the river, seized — to the peril of its occ
pant the boat of their chief, and dragged
■ it with its contents at least a dozen yards
on dry land. Safe on terra firma Lewanika,
with great dignity, proceeded to
a seat which had been arranged
for him, from which he received
the salutations of his son Letia
and the rest of the local natives.
We remained at Kazungula for
four or five days, during which
time, thanks to the incessant
CKOSSINi; TF.E ZAMBESI.
From a I'hoto.
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THE ZAMBESI, NEAR SOKETKE.
From a Fhoto.
dancing and noise of the drums, sleep was out
of the question, and, as Lewanika insisted upon
my tent being placed close to his, I came in for'
a fair share of this flattering disturbance.
Lewanika's visit to England and the attention
which he had received there had not spoilt him
in the least, and I soon found that he was as
polite and thoughtful as ever. One incident struck
me particularly. When landing at Kazungula I
asked the chief to go first. " No," he replied,
" I am in my own country now ; you are the big
chief and must go first"; and this was the attitude
he constantly
evinced towards
methroughoutthe
journey to Lealui.
By Bernard St. Lawrence.
" Capoeiras " are the Brazilian equivalent of the class of ruffians known in London as "hooligans,"
in America as "bad men" or "hoodlums," in Australia as "larrikins," and in Paris as "Apaches,"
save that they are probably even more formidable. Trained in a most peculiar method of fighting,
having small razors fixed in their hair, and often carrying others, they can inflict terrible wounds
by charging an adversary with head down. They are so agile that it is almost impossible to aim a
revolver at them. In this story the author narrates his thrilling experience with one of these
miscreants whose jealousy he had unwittingly aroused.
S we rode up the Itatiaia Mountains
I began to realize what a large
country Brazil is, with its vast soli-
tudes still so little frequented by
man. A sense of loneliness came
upon me as I looked back upon the last village
we had left, the little white houses of which
stood out like big mushrooms against the red
earth. There was something desolate and yet
fascinating in the expanse of mountains as I
climbed higher: they looked like a world as
yet unfashioned.
No incident particularly worthy of mention
happened on the journey, and I reached the
hacienda for which I was bound in safety.
It was a large, tumbledown old house, seldom
used, and far from the plantations, so that we
took up our abode in a " barraca " ■ — a house
built of wood, of the kind used by the work-
people on the estate, whose habitations formed
a small colony around us.
Though life is dull upon a farm in the
interior of Brazil, there is much of interest to a
stranger, and I tried to learn all I could. I
must confess, however, that I did not receive
much help from anyone, save from a girl who
happened to know a few words of English,
which she loved to air on every possible
occasion. Being an Englishman, I seemed to
possess a great attraction for her, and we came
much into each other's company. I was very
fortunate in this, for she was one of the most
intelligent persons in the district, and had
become quite a person of authority on account
of the many good deeds she had done there.
She worked hard to keep her mother and sisters,
who were good-for-nothing and lazy. Her
name was Chica — short for Francesca. It was
to this girl that I was always referred when in
any difficulty, because of her knowledge of
English, which the people thought to be much
greater than it really was ; and thus I saw more
of her than would otherwise have been the case,
going on several occasions to her " barraca,"
where her mother sat near the door eternally
spinning cotton or drying tobacco on little
sticks.
1 think these occasional \isifcs pleased the
A FIGHT WITH A " CAPOEIRA."
2'5
girl's vanity, for she took me quite under her
protection, pointed out all the interesting sights,
and gave me much information. Soon the day
drew near for my return to more civilized parts.
It had been a quiet, uneventful sojourn ; in
fact, on the last day but one before my depar-
ture I was thinking how humdrum my trip into
the interior had been, when there occurred the
exciting incidents which it is my intention to
relate and which quite changed my opinion of
the trip.
On the day in question a great " batugue "
was given. This dance — of Indian origin — is
not such as would be popular in very refined
circles. Nevertheless, from its peculiarity it
merits some description. You must not look
for graceful movements in
a " batugue." An insinu-
ating but rather mono-
tonous tune is played upon
a guitar, and the men,
beating time with their
naked feet, make up a
couplet — comic, senti-
mental, or satirical, as the
fancy takes them — which
they sing to the women,
who thereupon make suit-
able reply. All then clap
their hands in time to the
music, and each man in
turn capers more or less
wildly before his partner,
after which they dance
together for awhile. This
is repeated by each couple
one after the other, while
those not dancing sing and
clap their hands. The
dance is common all over Brazil, and particu-
larly so up-country, though it is only affected by
the lower classes.
I had often seen the people dancing it, but
had never been to a regular big " batugue," so I
looked forward to the function with no small
interest. There was to be a beautiful Spanish
girl there too, who lived near the plantation, and
who interested me much, for I had often seen
her and wondered why she stayed in such an
out-of-the-way and lonely place. It was said she
would perform some of the dances of her own
country that night, for she would not take part
in the " batugue" and was looked upon as in-
sufferably high-minded for that reason.
When the night came round I went early to
the place where the " batugue " was to be held,
and had not long taken up a position whence I
could see what was going forward, when a voice
close to my ear said, in surprised tones : " Is the
Vol. xiv.— 4..
THE AUTHOR, MR. BERNARD ST. LAWRENCE.
Fro»i a Photo.
son of bif come batatas (beef and potatoes)
come here to dance ? " I turned and saw my
little friend Chica. It was now my turn to be
surprised, for Chica never attended these dances,
which, as I have said, are not of a very elevating
character. My answer to her question, there-
fore, took the form of stolid silence, while I
looked askance at her. This had the desired
effect, for Chica immediately began to explain
her presence. It was to see the Spanish
girl Nita, she said, and last, though not
least, because her betrothed had come to see
her, and she wanted to prevent him from joining
in the dance, of which she much disapproved.
Brazilians, whether good or bad, are very
jealous, and Chica, though a good girl, was fond
of admiration, so I guessed
that she looked upon the
beautiful Nita with no
favourable eye, fearing that
she might attract the roving
eye of Domingo, her be-
trothed. It was for these
reasons, Chica explained
at length, that she was
present at the " batugue "
that evening.
We looked on at the
scene for awhile in silence,
waiting to see if Nita would
begin her performance ; but
though she was there she
did nothing, but talked
rather listlessly to a little
man I had never seen
before. Presently Chice
said, " Let us go, senhor :
she'll never begin, and 1
can make as pretty music
as this for you under the palm-trees yonder.''
She pointed to a clump of trees with one hand,
and with the other showed me a little guitar she
had with her. There was a shadow of dis-
pleasure on her face as she spoke, but I took
little notice of it, and we moved away.
The " batugue " was held in the open air, the
weather being warm. The people were strolling
about or sitting here or there chatting, smoking,
singing, or playing, as the fancy took them.
Chica and I sat down beneath a tree, and she
began to talk of her country — a favourite theme
with her — telling me of the days when the
culture of sugar-cane was a flourishing industry,
and exulting in the fact that cotton was daily
increasing in importance.
Presently, detaching a string from her waist,
Chica fastened it on her wrist. At the end of
this string dangled a paper manikin, so that as
Chica sat to play his feet just touched the ground,
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and he stood, as it were, upon it, following the
action of her hand and thus producing faithfully
the movements of a dance she played. This
performance soon restored Chica's gaiety, and
was, indeed, so grotesque as to cause the
AT THK END OF THE STRING DANGLED A PAPER MANIKIN.
onlookers great merriment. It was during a
hearty burst of laughter caused by the antics of
the doll that a thin little man whom I had
previously observed, and who looked as if he
had the agility of twenty monkeys in him, came
along and spoke to Chica. She did not seem
pleased at the interruption, and he was evidently
annoyed with her. The interview, however,
was short, for she sent him away with a curt
remark. As he went the girl began to make
her manikin jump furiously, exclaiming loudly,
" It's so like him !" The man heard her, for he
turned his head, though he said nothing. When
he had gone Chica told me his name was
Domingo, and that she was destined to be his
wife. " He is a Capoeira," she added, in a lower
tone.
" What is that ? " I asked.
" Didn't you see any in Rio?" said the girl.
' They are men trained to move so quickly that
when fighting they are impossible to catch.
They are not generally strong, but light, and so
active. They do evil things. In their woolly
hair they fix a little razor, and, ducking their
heads, they run with all their might at a man,
killing him if they choose; and all the time
they move so quickly that it is most difficult
even to take aim at them with a pistol."
I had heard of something of the kind, and
asked Chica many questions concerning these
men.
She told me their method of attack was to
circle round and round a man, suddenly making
furious thrusts at him with the
head. If there is a razor in the
head — or in the hand, as happens
rather often — it is a serious
matter. Even without these
weapons they can do much
damage, and have been known
to kill a man with a well-placed
kick. I had heard vague stories
before about these ruffians, and
listened to Chica's recital with
interest, idly wishing I might see
a real Capoeira in action. I was
about to utter the wish aloud,
when I heard, in many different
tones, the long-drawn " Oh ! oh ! "
with which Brazilians call atten
tion to anything worth seeing:
Rising to look, I saw that Nita,
the Spanish girl, was dancing ; so
bidding, I fear, a rather hasty
good-bye to Chica, I went in
among the people to watch what was going on.
There was always something inexplicably
fascinating to me in the sound of the castanets,
and when Nita held them and danced it was a
veritable poem of motion. Her tiny feet hardly
seemed to touch the ground, so lightly and
gracefully they moved. Presently she ran for-
ward with bewitching grace, inviting one amongst
us to stand before her and be her partner. All
the men struggled for the honour, and I found
myself side bv side with the ill-favoured Domingo.
Half to please myself, and half because I
thought little Chica would be glad if I danced
with this siren instead of her betrothed, I
pushed Domingo aside rather unceremoniously,
but in one bound he stood before me, trying
to assume the haughty grace of a Spanish
cavalier. With a laugh at my momentary
folly I was turning away, when I saw Nita
shake her forefinger in the air at Domingo,
which amongst Spaniards and Brazilians means
"No," and at the same time — no doubt through
some caprice — she beckoned me to take his
place. I lost no time in going forward, and we
danced awhile together, Domingo throwing an
angry glance my way ere he disappeared in the
crowd.
A FIGHT WITH A "CAPOEIRA.'
27
HE STOOD BEFORE ME, TRYING TO ASSUME THE HAUGHTY
GRACE OF A SI'ANISH CAVALIER."
Soon after this Nita left the scene of her
triumph, and I wandered about looking idly at
the various groups, exchanging a word here and
there with those I knew amongst them.
I was just about to leave the place when I
heard Chica asking Domingo, in angry terms,
why he had stayed so long at the dance.
" Why did you leave us to play and sing to
the Englishman ? " he replied, viciously.
" You didn't come near me," cried Chica,
rapidly. " Why did you stay with Nita? What
do you see in her? "
Domingo spoke slowly and insultingly, saying
that Nita was beautiful, graceful, and amiable,
and all the rest of it. So the dispute went on,
till at last Chica left him with angry words, and
flung up against me as I stood there astonished
that I had, though quite unwittingly, anything
to do with this lovers' quarrel.
She begged my pardon in some confusion,
and then asked me to guide her through the
throng of people until she should be safe. I
guessed this was meant to annoy Domingo, for
Chica wore that night a longish knife with a
curious handle, so that she could have gone
alone, if necessary, and, besides, she was so
much respected that it was not likely she would
suffer at the hands of any-
one. Therefore I asked why
Domingo did not perform this
duty, but Chica, still smarting
from the quarrel, declared that
she would not allow it. Think-
ing it wiser to put an end to
the matter, therefore, I com-
plied with her request. Once
clear of the crowd I left her,
and went musing to bed.
There my thoughts went back
over the events of the evening,
and I saw that I had un-
wittingly made an enemy of
Domingo the Capoeira. It
was clear from his point of
view that there was much to
complain of in my conduct,
for Chica had spoken to me at
the beginning of the evening
and had sung to me, sending
Domingo away from her, and,
though I had nothing to re-
proach myself with, I knew it
would be futile to try and
explain things to the angry lover, for Brazilians
are intensely jealous.
Finally I dismissed the matter from my mind,
listened awhile to the faint sounds of music and
singing that floated in, and then fell asleep.
It must have been very late when I was
awakened by a slight noise from the outside
of the house, and through the crevices which
occurred here and there in the frail woodwork
that framed its sides I saw what seemed to be a
figure peering. I judged it wise to have a look
round, though there were many people abroad
that night in the " barraca " who were not
generally there, and this might well be one
among them or only a belated reveller desirous
of laying his weary limbs to rest somewhere or
other.
Rising, therefore, and feeling for the revolver
I had been warned always to carry about with
me, I picked my way over the prostrate forms
that lay across my path, opened the door, and
went out.
Not a sound disturbed the stillness of the
night, and, finding no one near the spot whence
the sounds had proceeded, I moved some yards
away from the shelter of the house, the better
to admire the glorious moon and stars blazing
above my head. Then I heard distinctly the
soft tread of naked feet, and an odd sensation
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as of some evil thing approaching came over
me. There was something awe-inspiring in that
quiet, stealthy sound breaking in on the calm
beauty of the night. Turning quickly I beheld
a weird object — a small, thin man, who began
to wheel round me in rapid circles. Too
amazed at first to reason, I thought he must be
drunk or mad, until I saw something upon his
head that gleamed blue in the moonlight, and
which helped me to realize my peril. It was
Domingo the Capoeira, and I was to be the
object of one of the terrible onslaughts of which
Chica had told me.
Guessing that he meant to give me a " cabe-
cada " (thrust with the head) I at once pulled
out my revolver and tried to take a steady aim
at him. This was no easy task, however, for he
" I TRtED TO TAKE A STEADY AIM AT HIM.'
shifted his position continually with quick, light-
ning-like movements. Just as I was about to
fire, unable to bear the tension any longer,
Chica appeared from somewhere and ran up
against him. I never knew how it happened,
but she was knocked over, with the blood pour-
ing from a slight wound in her arm.
Hearing her cry as she fell heavily to the
ground, I rushed headlong at Domingo, hoping
to secure him while he was not moving, but
went with too much impetus, and we both rolled
over in a heap, my revolver going off in the
struggle.
The report disturbed the heavy sleepers in
the houses, and in the twinkling of an eye there
was a curious group of men and women on the
spot. Picturesque, too, they looked in the soft
light, many with their various coloured night
coverings still hanging about them. All talked
and asked questions excitedly.
Domingo said something in a low tone, the
purport of which I did not understand, but
there began to be ominous murmurs against the
"Inglez." I do not know what might have
happened had not the owner of the plantation
opportunely appeared upon the scene, and
between commands and threats he restored
some order. To my astonishment he told me
that it would
be advisable for
me to leave the
place next day,
as my presence
there might
cause serious
disturbances.
After consider-
ation I made
no objection,
and set out for
the coast the
following morn-
ing.
I never set
eyes upon poor
little Chica
again, for dur-
ing the confer-
ence with mine
host she dis-
appeared, and
to all my in-
quiries as to
where she was
and how she
fared a stolid
" >i a o sot"
I sincerely hope
harm at the hands
(don't know) was returned
that she suffered no further
of her ruffianly suitor.
I made good progress on my journey, and as
I approached Rio Janeiro I felt heartily glad to
think that I should soon be in regions where
dangerous and unpleasant adventures do not
happen so frequently as on a Brazilian planta-
tion in the interior, and where I should be
tolerably safe from the jealous hatred of Domingo
the Capoeira.
The "Bachelors' Banquet " at Ecaussines.
AN EXTRAORDINARY MATRIMONIAL EXPERIMENT.
By Mrs. J. E. Whitby, of Brussels.
A description of the remarkable festival which takes place annually in a little Belgian village,
where the young ladies entertain the bachelors, who assemble from far and near, and who are in
return expected to select their life-partners. Our Special Commissioner herself secured an admirer
on matrimony bent, and her experiences make very amusing reading.
HEN last year the sixty marriageable
young girls of Ecaussines-Lalaing, in
Belgian Hainault, came to the
sorrowful conclusion that their own
small village could not provide suffi-
cient husbands to go round, and issued their
now famous invitation to the young men of
foreign parts (the
expression, in local
parlance, including
the lads from the
village over the hill
as well as those
from strange coun-
tries) to a " goilter,"
that they might
make acquaintance
with a possible view
to matrimony, they
as little realized
that their idea
would become
world-celebrated as
did I that I should
ever be associated
with it. But Eate
and the Editor of
The Wide World
Magazine obliged
me to leave Brussels
by an early morning
train on Whit-Mon-
day, May 23rd, en
route for that delec-
table spot, where,
the anniversary of
the first successful
venture having
come round, the
THE QUAINT LITTLE WAYSIDE SHRINE TO WHICH GIRLS ON MATRIMONY
From a] bent go Tr pray for husbands. [Photo.
experiment was to be repeated, husbands being
expectedon that day to drop, ripe and ready for
the hymeneal altar, into the expectant arms of
the spinsters of Ecaussines.
An hour's journey through one of the most
charmingly picturesque parts of Belgium, remi-
niscent in its rich, rolling, pasture of parts of
England, brought
me to my goal.
The station was
faced with a little
cemetery, so full of
grand monuments
as to speak volumes
for the quarries of
Ecaussines, whence
stone is exported to
France and America.
The natives secure
this stone so cheap
that in the case of
an extravagant wife,
as a weary-looking
man confided to
me, "the grand
monument is an
absolute economy."
Ecaussines d'Eng-
hien is the first place
reached, and then
comes Ecaussines-
Lalaing, the two
being divided by a
streamlet which
might be a mighty
ocean, so effectually
does it separate
them. Ecaussines
d'Enghien professed
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to be entirely ignorant of the day's festival in its
sister village, though the floral arches which
crossed its roads could be plainly seen. The pro-
prietor of a small draper's shop said, with a fine
air of indifference, that she had seen something
about it in the papers, but really knew nothing
definite, nor could she give me the address of the
editor of a little local paper of whom I was seeking
information. The rivalry has been made more
bitter than ever now, in that Ecaussines-Lalaing
has hit upon an idea which has brought many
matrimonial prizes and much trade, and has,
moreover, become famous, not only in the
general idea, but as having in these hours of
commonplace actually succeeded in originating
a delightful country custom (for its continuation
By two o'clock the village windows each
framed the figure of a young girl, dressed in her
simple Sunday best, smiling, blushing, and look-
ing out like sister Anne " for someone coming,"
and perhaps singing in her heart, " Is nobody
coming to marry me ? " Invitations by notices,
circulars, and the newspapers had been sent
out far and wide, and the youths responded
nobly to the call. From two o'clock on-
wards young men came pouring into that
Adamless Eden in swarms. They were of
all sorts and classes, from farm-labourers who,
clean, shining, and guffawing, arrived in lumber-
ing carts, and young farmers with rakish hats
and smart ties, who drove neat gigs, to the
townsmen, who arrived by train in a delightful
THE TABLES SPREAD FOR THE FEAST.
From a Photo, by E. Poliart.
is certain) at a time when such are fast dis-
appearing.
The " gouter " to which the young men were
invited was not fixed till four o'clock, the
" gouter " — a term which may mean luncheon,
tea, or any odd meal — meaning in this case
coffee and cakes. This allowed of a stroll
round the neighbourhood, where there are many
interesting things to be seen. One of the most
curious is the quaint little votive chapel — seen
in the introductory photograph — to which the
girls on matrimony bent go to pray for husbands.
incongruity of attire, having apparently lost
themselves amid the flush of their own ward-
robes, emerging in brown or white boots, frock-
coats, and bowler hats. Some bachelors even
came in automobiles.
It was noticeable that few men came alone,
but one was to be watched nearing the village
by a winding road, cheering his loneliness with
a concertina, on which he played melaNcholy
love-ditties. He paid not the slightest heed
to the crowd on arrival ; but, blushing crimson,
played himself into the depths of a cafet whence
THE "BACHELORS' BANQUET" AT ECAUSSINES.
3i
he only emerged when the fateful moment for
going to table arrived, when, apparently having
quietly marked his quarry, he made a dash for
a young woman, twice his size and certainly
older, with whom he was to be seen later in
serious conversation. Rows of men came
together arm in arm as though for mutual
emboldenment, one party being headed by a
small, wheezy hand-organ, whose encouraging
strains perhaps repaid them for the trouble of
carrying it.
Twelve tables laid for the festival dotted
the small " place " on the bank of the Sennette
where the " marriage feast " was to take place.
On their white-
covered surfaces
bowls for coffee were
placed. They had
no handles, were
wreathed with roses,
and bore affectionate
phrases suitable to
the occasion, as did
the many welcoming
arches, some of which
bore appropriate
designs of Cupids
shooting with bows
and arrows, turtle-
doves, wedding-rings,
and carrier - pigeons
with love-letters. In-
deed, everything pos-
sible had been done
to encourage and lure
that shy bird, the
"eligible young
man," into the cage
of m at t r i m o n y.
Flowers and paper
napkins gave a note
of decoration and
propriety to each
table, while several
self-sacrificing village
lads — who in their
turn, perhaps, seek their sweethearts farther
afield — had turned themselves for the afternoon
into white-aproned waiters.
Excitement reached fever-heat when eighteen
smart bachelors, all with huge button-holes and
headed by a vivacious president, arrived from
Brussels, but there was an awful pause when
four o'clock struck. Not one single young girl
could be found with sufficient courage to go to
the coffee-tables and await a companion ! They
emerged shyly from their own doors, linked arms,
and. union giving courage, proceeded to thread
the crowd, but remained deaf to all invitations.
THE PRESIDENT OF THE GIRLS
BACHELORS WELCOME 1
From a
By ten minutes past four they were tossing their
heads like proud society beauties, and showing
themselves off with all the airs and graces of
assured coquettes. They even wound their way
between the very tables — whereat every young
man adjusted his collar and pulled down his
waistcoat and prepared for a dash — but they
would not take their places. It seems that
envious rivals in other villages had made dis-
paraging remarks concerning last year's fete and
the anxiety of the girls of Ecaussines-Lalaing to
secure husbands, and, as an old crone on a door-
step mumbled, " Our girls must show to-day that
they are not to be picked up in a minute."
The swains were
getting more than a
little cross when, the
sacrifice to Mrs.
Grundy having been
paid, the girls' presi-
dent— the eldest of
the party — gravely
took her place at
table. Another and
another followed,
each leaving a vacant
seat on either side.
There was a shout
from male throats,
and in an instant
every Jill had a Jack
beside her. They
rushed to the tables,
those bachelors, as
though very Romans
in search of Sabine
wives, though honesty
compels the acknow-
ledgment that, the
afternoon being hot
and many of them
having come long
distances, they
seemed at first more
interested in the
coffee and a peculiar
sweet cake known as a " mastelle " — made for
the occasion — than in sweethearting.
I looked on with considerable interest at this
unique fete, and was rather amused to find that
—inverting the usual order of things — the
bachelors were greatly in excess of the girls.
Presently I was receiving invitations myself to
take coffee with one or another of the partner-
less swains — invitations given by a whispered
" Mademoiselle?" a nudge, and an interrogative
jerk of the head in the direction of the tables.
At last a smart young man from some neigh-
bouring country town advanced with great
COMMITTEE — SHE BADE THE
N A CLEVER SPEECH.
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formality, and with a clicking of his heels and a
flourish of the hat begged mademoiselle to do
him the honour of taking coffee with him.
Realizing all that accepting his invitation might
imply, I demurred, but his insistence, a spice of
mischief born of the holiday feeling, as well as
my practice of joining in everything so as to get
all possible " local colour," made me change my
mind, and, with a smile in my sleeve at the
thought of the husband left at home, I advanced
to take my place with the rest. It must be
stated that earlier in the afternoon my hostesses
had informed me that my arrival had been
shop), and he gave me many terribly-involved
English phrases to unravel, but at last he sank
back into comfortable French.
He was good enough to say he had noticed
me the instant he arrived, and that he liked
" high-class " people. He hazarded a guess
that I was perhaps at the head of some business,
or perchance maid to some lady of title. The
man was evidently seriously looking for a wife,
and I grew rather anxious about the end of the
adventure. With great volubility he pointed
out that he was a "joli garcon," taking off his
hat that I might admire his curly locks and
From a]
THE BACHELORS BANQUET IN FULL SWING.
[Photo.
viewed with great disfavour by the girls, who
saw a possible advantage in my town-cut clothes
and the fact that I wore a hat, which they did
not. Being, however, already provided with
admirers themselves, they could now afford to
be generous, and my appearance as a candidate
for coffee and matrimonial honours was greeted
with a perfect salvo of applause. Some of the
girls had even two cavaliers, who kept up a cross-
fire of sweet nothings, each trying to cut the
other out, and glaring savagely at one another
meanwhile.
It was with much amusement that I settled
down to conversation, coffee, and my new
conquest. Oddly enough, he knew a few words
of English (I suspect he was employed in some
dark eyes. He told me, moreover, that his
position in life was " tres bon," and that he
was of a saving disposition. All the time he
was artfully trying to resolve that burning ques-
tion for Continental suitors— my "dot" or
dowry. He told me he had a mother, and
that she had intended coming with him to
look out a partner for him, but was prevented
by illness. She would live with him after
marriage, he said, and would welcome and love
her daughter-in-law. But there was a shadow
across his eyes as he spoke that made me doubt
whether a stranger daughter-in-law would have
quite a good time with his estimable mamma.
As an excuse for his want of conventionality in
seeking a wife at Ecaussines he said that it was
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often in these out-of-the-way places that one
found a good parti, and with that simple egotism
inherent in Belgians confessed that having an
English wife would make him very " chic " in
his social circle. But he always hedged behind
the remark, " Supposing all the affaires match
well ? " When I could get in a word, beginning
to feel very nervous, I hesitatingly told him I
was not a candidate for hymeneal advancement,
drawing off my glove so that he should see my
wedding-ring. He grew extremely angry, told
me I had cheated him and wasted his time, and
went on to refer to the Boer War and " perfide
Albion."
He was so inclined to be nasty that I had to
remind him that it was he who had invited
me to coffee, and that I had not taken my place
alone at table as an intimation to any comer that
I was free. Fortunately a diversion occurred in
a welcoming speech to the bachelors present from
the president, made in a voice choking with
emotion. It was very cleverly put together,
and her thanks for the ready response of the
celibates to the "spinsters' call for succour"
was very amusing. An excellent reply on behalf
of the bachelors was made by the president of
the Brussels party, who reminded his hearers
that last year's fete resulted in fourteen weddings,
adding, amidst terrific applause, "Go thou and
do likewise." Both he and the lady president
were presented with bouquets and exchanged
the kiss of friendship, an example so promptly
followed by all the couples that I was glad I
had lost my " young man " in the crowd. A girl
with the voice of a mouse then gave a love-song,
and many ditties on the tender passion followed.
An amusing incident was the speech of one of
those bachelors who had been unable to find
partners, and who, bewailing their sad fate,
suggested that next year the committee should
import girls enough to go round. With a duck
of the head in my direction he intimated they
would be glad to see some English ladies.
Before I left I learned that Ecaussines
d'Enghien, the rival village, viewing with
dismay the stream of moneyed visitors that
had all day passed her by, had petitioned to be
admitted to next year's festival, the girls of the
villages combining to give the coffee and cakes,
the feast to be held alternately in each village.
It is probable that in time the whole curious affair
will lose much of its delightful originality and
sincerity, but as I saw it it was simply a rustic
festival in which all took part in serious earnest.
An open-air ball closed the proceedings.
Everything was orderly in the extreme ; there
was no going off to flirt in corners, and the
love-making was all done under the eyes of the
sympathetic village. As a study of country
life it was unique, and has attracted atten-
tion all over the world. Letters have been re-
ceived from bachelors in every part of the
globe regretting that distance prevented their
being present. Lonely men in Australia and
America, struck with the courage of the girls
of Ecaussines, have proposed correspondence,
but this the village Mrs. Grundy refuses to
permit.
Applications for invitations have poured
in, and twenty-five young men wrote a very
reproachful joint letter at the last minute, com-
plaining that they had been forgotten. Another
group from Grammont submitted not only the
names but the occupations of the would-be
Benedicts, in order that the girls might choose
before they came, while they guaranteed that
they were handsome, kind, and possessed that
mystic power of " chic." Italian lovers wrote
sheets of poetry for the girls, and a Frenchman
in despair because the Fates kept him at home
sent a very cleverly-drawn-up " Litany for
Spinsters," in which each line bears the name of
a saint and a rhymed prayer for matrimonial
bliss, warranted infallible.
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Vol. xiv.-;
THE WIRETAPPERS. A Telegraph Mystery.
By Walter G. Patterson.
II.
Mr. Jack Robb, the hero of this exciting story, evidently possesses qualities akin to those of Sherlock
Holmes. The narrative describes how, as a mere lad, he constituted himself an amateur detective, and
went to work to unravel a most perplexing mystery, which had completely baffled professional investiga-
tors. He made some startling discoveries, which culminated in a strange and tragic fashion.
EFORE proceeding further with my
investigation I decided to take
Broker A's private operator in
Bradford, a man named John Clark
^one of the most reliable of the
"old-timers" of that day — into my confidence.
I thought two heads would now be better than
one, and I knew he wasn't mixed up in any
crooked work himself. I was equally sure of
the men in the Bradford main office. Further-
more, the latter could not possibly be in the
plot, for even if one of them knew the meaning
of these solitary Morse characters which were
being flashed in with the wire-trouble rattle,
or for whose use they were intended, he would
not be able to communicate them so quickly to
the tricky Broker B on the Exchange, as that
building was six blocks away from the main
telegraph-office.
Whatever telegraph man it was who had
hired himself out to the broker to help the
latter's disreputable work, he must be someone,
I was satisfied, who hung around the Exchange
building, or inside it, within hearing of the
sounder on the leased wire in Broker A's office.
He must also be in close touch with Broker B.
So, a few minutes before the opening of
business on the " floor " on the third morning
of my freedom, I went over to the Oil Exchange.
I found Clark in Broker A's office alone, the
broker not yet having arrived, and in as few
words as possible I told him all I had thus far
discovered. He was greatly surprised, and,
maybe, a little put out ; for, in spite of his being
a most intelligent man, he had a leaning towards
spiritualism, and I think he either believed or
wanted to believe Broker B's claim that he was
getting his oil "tips" by means -of his "tele-
pathic gift," and not stealing them.
Nevertheless my evidence convinced him — it
was too plain a case.
Clark had seen no strange operators about
the building or office, he said, nor any stranger
at all that he recollected. We decided, how-
ever, to watch together. I intended asking
for a few days' holiday the next morning so
as to start down the railroad line to see what I
could find, but I decided to put in a day first
with Clark on a still-hunt for the dishonest
telegraph operator — just to find out for certain
who he was.
After Clark and I had talked the thing over
and I had outlined my future plans, we con-
cluded it would be interesting, if nothing more,
to try to decipher the secret code that was con-
tained in the detached Morse characters — if it
really was a code. I had been devoting some
odd minutes to this same effort myself during
the past two or three days, but had met with no
success. I had pretty nearly decided — as I
found afterward was correct — that my first guess
on this subject was the right one, each of the
alphabet letters or numerals standing for some
prearranged sentence — such as " Big strike in
Oil City district," " Important bull news from
foreign markets," or some one of the twenty or
thirty other stock items of information that were
most likely to influence quotations. These few
phrases really embodied the gist of the private
messages sent to brokers from the oil districts.
Clark and I were bending down over the
latter's desk, waiting for that preliminary "click"
which I had explained to him always ushered in
the " loaded " wire trouble, when the door lead-
ing into the vestibule opened and the man who
attended to cleaning up the office came in. I
may have fancied it, but I thought the fellow
when he saw how we were employed gave me a
peculiarly sharp look. Johnny and I each had
a slip of paper in front of us at the time, intend-
ing to take down the signal-letters separately
and then compare them to make sure they were
no idle dream and that we both heard them
alike.
The janitor at once got busy with his feather
duster, and just then there came the rattle on
the sounder we had been waiting for, and I forgot
all about him. So engrossed did I become in
picking "X.Y.G.M." out of the innocent-sound-
ing " wire trouble " that I did not even notice
when the man with the duster left the room.
He was gone when I looked up from the paper.
But after he had been in and out for the third
time, when there was really no call for him to be
in the office at all, I became suddenly suspicious.
The fellow pretended, to be sure, that he was
adjusting the window-shades to shut out the
bright morning sunshine, or that he was very busy
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"just then there came the rattle on the sounder we had been waiting for.
about some other trifling job ; but he seemed
very anxious, I noticed, to find out what we
two were doing. Twice he stole up close to
the telegraph-table, pretending to look into the
ink-well ; but I, with a careless movement,
pushed my paper face down over Clark's. For-
tunately, neither of us had happened to say any-
thing on the previous occasions when the fellow
was in the room, and I now began making
remarks to my companion about "my column
not adding up the same as he made it," trying
to make it look as though we were busy with
figures. The ruse succeeded, for the janitor
apparently got over whatever suspicions he had
harboured and left the room. He came into
the office once or twice later on, when nothing
was doing by wire, but I noticed that he never
missed being there when anything was doing.
Clark paid no attention to him, and neither
did Broker A when he arrived. But this was
not so much to be wondered at, for I thought
even then that if this alleged janitor was really a
disguised telegraph operator he was certainly a
smooth actor. He would pass anywhere as
just an ordinary janitor who was a little bit
over-zealous and anxious to please, unless the
person who saw him was as desperate as I was
at the time to account for a certain missing
link in my chain of evidence. The janitor
would just fit into
the breach.
Finally, Clark
and I gave up
trying to discover
the meaning of
the single Morse
letters. We de-
cided there was
no secret code,
but that each
letter was just an
arbitrary signal
for some p r e -
arranged phrase.
When we were
once more alone,
partly through
wanting to get
Clark's opinion
to back up my
own, but more
particularly be-
cause I was
anxious to learn
something of the
history of this
man who was so
handy with the
feather duster, I
turned to my companion and asked who the
janitor was, and his name.
" What, him ! " answered Clark, looking at
me curiously. " Fm sure I don't remember—
Jones, or Robinson, or Smith, or some common
name like that. He's a treasure, though, in his
way."
" How long has he been here? " I inquired.
" Oh, he's a comparatively new comer ; been
here only a couple of weeks," replied John.
"He has two other offices to see to besides this
one ; and he's busy every minute looking out
for things, as you see him to-day."
Then seeing a little smile on my face, as if I
doubted his estimate of the janitor, Clark asked
what I meant; what had so interested me in the
man ?
"Oh, nothing," I responded, looking Clark in
the eye ; " only it occurred to me that the fellow
must be a pretty clever telegraph operator as
well as a janitor, and have a fairly retentive
memory and a good hearing to be able to
catch those sandwiched-in signal-letters in the
way he does while he's busy dusting that radiator
for the tenth time in two hours. Then, just
fancy his being able to carry them in his head
across the hall to Broker B's office without
forgetting any of them ! It's quite a feat, John,
for just a broken-down old janitor, as this man
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seems to be— all but his eyes ! It bothered even
you and me to pick the letters out of the rattle
while we sat at the telegraph-table."
Clark stared at me a minute with wide open
eyes, and then clapped his two hands down
hard on his knees to show he had " dropped "
to the trick, or agreed with my guess about it.
CLARK CLAPPED HIS TWO HANDS DOWN HAIID ON HIS KNEES TO SHOW HE HAD DROPPED
TO THE TRICK."
He wanted to let Broker A know at once of
what he called " our clever discovery," and to
have the janitor taken into custody instanter,
before he should have time to do any more
crooked work. John was generally very stolid
and cool-headed, but the shock of my unexpected
revelation had excited him.
His proposal to put an abrupt termination to
the pretended janitor's career, however, by having
him arrested did not coincide with* my own
personal plans, even if we possessed proof of the
man's guilt, which we did not. Should we even
actually catch the janitor red-handed, I impressed
it upon John that we must pretend not to notice
it, or we should simply be warning the actual
wire-tappers that we were after them, and, as I
have said, I wanted to capture every man that
had a hand in the plot — especially the wire-
tappers themselves.
I was more anxious to catch those fellows
than to unmask the pretended telepathist.
Even if I do say it myself, there are no more
honourable craftsmen on earth, as a rule, than
telegraph operators, although they have in-
numerable chances to steal or wrongfully divert
valuable information, or to betray other people's
secrets. So when a dishonest one does try to
do business, he soon finds that the rest of the
fraternity are after him.
It wasn't long before we had proof enough of
the fictitious janitor being
in the plot, as I'll show
you.
The Oil Exchange was
a sort of arcade building,
all open from the floor to
the roof, business being
done down on the ground
floor or " pit," while a
short story up was a
gallery reaching all the
way around, behind the
gallery and opening on
to it being the private
offices. There was a
broad stairway at each
end of the gallery lead-
ing down into the " pit."
Broker B's office was
three doors away from
Broker A's, near the
south stairway. For the
janitor to pass from one
office to the other, whis-
per three or four alpha-
bet letters to Broker B,
and give that rascal time
to glance at his prepared
list of stock phrases and
then reach Speculator Griscom's side on the
floor of the pit, could be all done by a couple
of active fellows in a few seconds.
The last time during the morning session
that the pretended janitor came in and went out
again— this time to come over near the table to
get the waste-paper basket — I stole cautiously
out after him, leaving the door ajar behind me
and treading as lightly as I could so as not to
attract his attention. First, however, I delibe-
rately dipped two of my fingers into an open
ink-well on the desk, a procedure which for a
moment gave my stolid companion doubts as to
my sanity. I had determined to satisfy myself
without further delay as to the accuracy of my
suspicions, and I had thought of a ruse whereby
' this might be settled. Hence the ink on my
fingers.
The janitor made a bee-line for the door of
the " mind-reader " broker ; and, taking long
chances of arousing the suspicions of the two
confederates, I bolted straight in at the same
door, right at the janitor's heels !
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DEI.1ISERATELY DIPI'ED TWO OF MV FINGERS INTO AN
OPEN INK-WELL."
I was in time to hear him call out three
alphabet letters in a sort of fierce whisper to the
only other occupant of the room, who was, of
course, Broker B, and to see the latter make
a grab for some slips of paper in a pigeon-hole*;
but at this juncture my
unexpected and very
abrupt entrance discon-
certed them. The janitor
faced around toward me
with an ugly frown on
his none too handsome
face. He was old and a
trifle shambling in his
gait and generally decrepit
in action when about the
building ; but he had lost
all that appearance now.
The broker himself sprang
excitedly to his feet, kick-
ing over a chair in his
hurry, and angrily de-
manded the reason for
my intrusion.
I made haste to apolo-
gize and to explain that I had simply mistaken
his door for the one to the lavatory, holding
up my ink-stained fingers to give "colour" to
the statement.
I think both of them believed me, because
they felt sure their shrewd scheme was too
deeply devised for a mere youngster like
myself to discover, and I instantly withdrew.
I was well pleased with myself now and with
my day's work generally, and after telling Clark
what I had overheard and seen, and of my
reception by the two confederates, which of
itself looked suspicious, I hastened back to
the main telegraph-office to do my work at
" dinner relief." I was wise enough, however,
when I came out of Broker B's office to go into
the lavatory next door and make all the noise,
there I could in getting the ink off my hands,
for the sake of consistency.
Now, not to mention the minor happenings
during the rest of that day, I will tell you about
my trip down to Foster's Crossing and the
exciting adventure I had after I got there. I
started away at once the next morning, directly
Barrett came back, as I had found out all I
dared look for in Bradford at that stage of the
game ; and I was afraid that after all Broker B
and his janitor friend might not have had their
suspicions put entirely at rest, in which case
any further delay upon my part in striking
would be dangerous.
John Clark was very anxious to go with me
down the line ; partly for the sake of the
adventure I was likely to have if my galvanic
thief-indicator test proved reliable and I dis-
covered the location of the wire-tappers ; but
I think that more than anything he was afraid
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for my own sake of the risk I ran of stumbling
upon a gang of dangerous desperadoes, and he
wanted to be there to help me. He was a
big fellow, was John ; and there was nothing he
was afraid of. However, he couldn't find a
substitute and so was unable to accompany me.
After talking it all over — for, though I was a
little excited by what I had accomplished, I
knew better than to risk being caught nosing
around alone by a band of desperate wire-
tappers— we decided to take Broker A himself
into the secret, as he would naturally be even
more anxious than Clark was to land the
criminals who were ruining his business.
This we did ; and the first thing the broker
did was to hand me a clean hundred-dollar bill
*" for having more brains," as he was kind
enough to say, " than all the paid sleuth-hounds
in the State." I wasn't inclined to take his
money at first on account of a certain youthful
pride, which I should call rank foolishness
nowadays ; but when he said that it was for
expenses, and that my actions might result in
saving him several hundred dollars daily in
commissions if everything came out right in my
programme— and he was enthusiastic in believing
it would — why, I pocketed the pride and the
hundred-dollar bank-note together.
It must not be supposed that Broker B's
coups had continued
to be worked all this
time — several times
in each day — with-
out their occasioning
more than passing
attention on the floor
of the Oil Exchange.
They had, on the
contrary, been the
cause of no little
adverse comment
among the members
and the remaining
brokers, who treated
broker B's occult
claims with con-
tempt, and his re-
peated appearance
on the floor with
advance information
— which now prac-
tically everybody
believed he had
stolen, though no-
body could imagine
how — had even given
rise to a number of
exciting scenes,
amounting once or
twice to personal encounters. Poor Broker A
had been fast getting more and more discouraged
owing to the large amount of business he had
lost through his rival's crooked work, to say
nothing of his ambitions of a tenderer nature,
and this feeling was aggravated by the unfor-
tunate man realizing how absolutely helpless he
seemed to be to prove anything.
Broker A was something of an athlete — a
brave man, like John Clark. He figured later
in life as the hero in a noted " Molly Maguire "
attack, which will serve to identify him to many
old Pennsylvanians. He is still living, and
perhaps might not wish me to call him by his
proper name in connection with this experience
of his, although there was never anything but
what was creditable in his share in the
adventure.
Leaving Bradford at eight o'clock the follow-
ing morning, the broker and I arrived at
Foster's Crossing an hour later. We had
brought fishing-tackle with us as a pretext for
our trip to the little town, which was seldom
visited by anyone save an occasional lightning-
rod agent or the representative of some agricul-
tural implement concern, but which was,
fortunately for us, surrounded by trout brooks.
In spite of the early hour there were the
usual number of idlers at the little, single-roomed
THERE WERE THE USUAL NUMBER OP IDLERS AT THE LITTLE, SINGLE-ROOMED STATION."
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station building when we jumped off upon the
ground (the place boasted no platform), and our
first care was to make inquiry as to the location
of the likeliest trout streams. We had a good
look about the little shanty, to make certain
that the rascals we were in quest of were not
foolhardy enough to be conducting their crooked
work in it ; although upon reflection I hadn't
the least idea that they would be.
We found nothing in the building but a
dilapidated settee and a couple of chairs which
had long since passed the useful stage ; and
after a few apparently careless inquiries of the
natives as to other strangers having been at the
Crossing during the past week or two, pretending
that we anticipated meeting friends who were
holiday-making in the neighbourhood, we struck
back up the railroad track toward the long
bridge, where we were told we would find good
fishing in the river. Several other localities
were suggested to us, but it was back towards
Bradford that we wished to go. A careful
verbal inventory of the few buildings at the
Crossing, their occupants and uses, which we
drew from our good-natured advisers, made it
evident, as I had also already decided, that
none of them sheltered the wire-tappers.
The galvanometer had plainly indicated
twenty-seven miles from Bradford as being the
spot where the temporary " grounds " came into
the leased wire ; so that if the distances shown
on the time-cards were anywhere near correct,
the base of operations must surely be up the
track. I had gone to the trouble of repeatedly
verifying the galvanometer test after the first
test was made, so felt confident that we would
make a startling discovery about a mile and a
half northward from Foster's Station. Exactly
what this would be, what sort of a shelter the
fellows would have to work in, I had not the
remotest idea.
When we found out finally as to these points
—who, what, and where the wire-tappers were,
and how concealed — it surprised us.
The bridge we had been directed to was
distant a mile up the track. We gave it a
chorough overhauling, searching underneath it
and all about it without discovering anything
we were looking for. Then we went on beyond
it for fully another two miles in the direction of
Bradford.
Not a single evidence of human presence or
habitation, temporary or otherwise, did we find
upon either side of the track, save the shanty of
a track-walker — who was naturally beyond sus-
picion— and a gipsy tent off at one side of the
railway in an open field, quite two hundred feet
from the line of rails. We looked suspiciously
at this tent ; but when a big, brawny Romany,
evil-faced and unmistakably genuine, even to the
rings in his ears, lifted the tent-flap and leered
across at us, and then turned and seemed to be
speaking to other members of his band inside
the tent, it seemed even less probable that the
tent sheltered the particular sort of rascals we
were in search of than in the case of the track-
walker's shanty. Furthermore, a close scrutiny
of the telegraph-wires in the vicinity failed to
show the least evidence of even a partially con-
cealed side-connection with the tent. This would,
of course, have been essential to any wire-tapping
scheme.
Having discovered absolutely nothing, we
prepared to walk back toward the little station,
both of us beginning now to feel discouraged
because of the total failure of our search. I
had felt positive up to this time that my
detective work was to reach a quick triumph as
soon as I came where the little instrument had
told me I must look for the guilty men. But
here I was, and the broker with me, and we
might just as well have been in Bombay for all
the wire-trappers we had caught.
There is, however, an old saying to the effect
that " Things are not always what they seem."
I never saw this more clearly substantiated than
in regard to these same dusky-browed Romany
Ryes and their little cloth tent.
What impelled me I don't know, but I
suddenly resolved to climb the right-of-way
fence which stood between us and the gipsy
tent, and strike out across the field in its direc-
tion. An irresistible conviction swept over my
mind, for which I can in no way account, that I
was going to find what I was in search of in that
tent — and it was fortunate for my reputation as an
amateur detective that I yielded to it. My com-
panion followed close behind me, half protesting,
yet eager to leave no stone unturned in our
search which promised tangible results, even
remotely.
The same villainous-faced gipsy whom we
had first seen, but who had gone back into the
tent when he saw us apparently moving away
from the vicinity, came rushing through the
narrow opening in front of his cloth house as we
were within a dozen paces of it, waving his arms
excitedly about his head and calling out a lot of
unintelligible gibberish in what I took to be one
of the Romany dialects, evidently trying to warn
us away ; and then, to our deep consternation,
we caught the alarming words "small-pox,"
delivered in emphatically good English, the
fellow at the same instant directing our gaze
toward a small yellow flag which hung down
over the tent entrance — a faded, dirty-looking
rag, which had entirely escaped our attention
until then.
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We made haste, it is scarcely necessary to
state, to wheel about and head back toward the
fence, when, all at once, I heard a sound
coming from inside the tent which made my
pulse jump.
My broker com-
panion was in the
lead in our race out
of the infected area ;
he had been behind
me in our approach,
and he did not hear
the muffled "click"
which conveyed the
information to my
delighted, though
startled, senses, that
that which we had
so anxiously searched
for was found. The
wire-tappers were in
that tent ! By the
same token the accu-
racy of the mechani-
cal little thief- indi-
cator which had told
me where I must
search was vindi-
cated.
I said nothing to
the broker of my
discovery until we
were some distance
down the track once
more, for fear that in
his surprise he should
do something which
would let the occu-
pants of the tent, who
would undoubtedly
be watching us, know
that they were found
out. I wanted time to reflect as to the best
course to pursue. We were only two, although
both armed, and there might be three or four
men in the tent, also armed, which would make
it dangerous to undertake capturing them un-
assisted.
We therefore hurried back to the crossing,
and as a matter of precaution got a pair of lusty
young farm-hands to return with us in our
descent upon thegipsycamp After a prettysavage
scrimmage for a very few minutes, in which one
of the farmers got a bullet through the palm of
his left hand, and several other participants in
the scrimmage got bruised more or less, we
finally landed two genuine and two make-believe
gipsies, a couple of box-relays, a lot of wire,
and some other telegraph paraphernalia, our
l III FELLOW AT TDK SAME INST
SMALL YELLOW FLAG WHICH HUM
most important find, however, being two little
memo -books containing the stock phrases 1
have mentioned, and the key for applying the
Morse letters to them, all in what was afterwards
proved to be Broker
B's handwriting — a
bit of careless work
on his part. The
two disguised men in
the pretended small-
pox tent were a
couple of "tramp
operators," who were
hardly worth the
trouble I had taken
in my desire to
expose dishonest
telegraphists, for they
had no reputation to
lose by being caught.
These two, seeing
the game was up,
told all they knew
about the affair.
Their statement, of
course, implicated
their chief, the Brad-
ford broker, the pre-
tended janitor, and
another broker. Our
captives even showed
us the clever way in
which they had
tapped the wire — a
job so neatly exe-
cuted as to be in-
visible save on very
close inspection. A
loop of small -sized
copper wire, insulated
in black waterproof-
ing, was fastened
down a crack in the side of the pole where the
mam wire had been cut on one of the "glasses."
The wire was then brought across, a couple of
inches underground, to the inside of the tent.
They kept a " box-relay " on each side of the
loop, fastening the ends of the loop together and
letting the main line work through it when they
wanted to " cut out." This and a couple of
temporary "ground" arrangements comprised
the entire working plant. These technicalities
may sound somewhat mystifying to the un-
initiated, but any practical telegraph operator
will understand the ingenuity of the scheme.
My detective work ended the precious plot
and put things on the floor of the Exchange
back on a business basis — but that is all. It
was found that there was no law by which the
A\T DIRECTING OUR GAZB TOWARD A
DOWN OVER THK TENT ENTRANCE."
THE WIRE -TAPPERS.
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A PRETTY SAVAGE SCRIMMAGE.
wire-tappers could be held, and, incredible as it
may sound, they and the guilty janitor got off
scot free !
This was all I accomplished from a practical
point of view.
There was one other indirect outcome of my
helping to unmask the dishonest broker, for
which I disclaim responsibility. When he found
that everything was known and that he was
himself irretrievably disgraced and would be
thrown ignominiously out of the Exchange —
which also, of course, ended his chances for
ever both with Mr. Griscom and with his
daughter — the desperate Broker B locked him-
self in his office and put a bullet into his brain.
The first inkling the fictitious janitor had
that things had gone awry with the plot was
when he let himself into Broker B's office after
business hours that day with a pass key and
found his late employer sitting dead in his chair
with a pistol in his hand.
But the janitor remained a consistent
villain to the very last. Instead of announcing
his discovery he deliberately gathered up all the
money he could find and took the first train to
Buffalo, close to the Canadian border, where he
was safe from possible pursuit. And so ended
the great wire-tapping mystery.
Vol. xiv.— 6.
A "Bit of Old China.
By Admiral T. Moresby.
The gallant Admiral here tells an amusing story of the old days of the service, when naval officers
on remote stations frequently had to decide, almost at a moment's notice, nice questions which
might involve their country in warfare. Admiral Moresby's account of the affair at Tamsui
will be read with particular interest just now.
NE tropica! morning, forty-three
years ago, H.M.S. Snake, under my
command, was swinging lazily at her
anchor in Hong-Kong harbour, the
officer of the watch having nothing
better to do than to see that none of the big-
eyed junks, drifting about, came near enough
to spoil her beauty — for beautiful she was —
a despatch gun - vessel of five hundred tons,
shapely in her lines, heavily armed, and swift
under steam or sail.
The awnings were close
drawn and life seemed
stagnant. The lofty peak
of Mount Victoria was
trembling in the hot shim-
mer of the air, the sea
dazzling with its dipping
sparkles. A glance to sea-
ward, however, showed a
dark purple line, flecked
with wtiite foam. The sea
breeze was rippling in with
coolness on its wings, and
all came on deck to wel-
come it. As herald in its
front was a big schooner,
flying [ardine's house flag,
and evidently one of their
opium clippers. With main-
sail and jib boomed out
she almost outran the
breeze and came to an
anchor near the senior
naval officer's ship, instead
of off J ardine's Wharf as
usual.
" Something up, sir ! It is the Spray, and
her skipper is a rum one," was the first
lieutenant's comment as we saw a boat from
the schooner making for the man-of-war, and
then he turned to his work and I to mine, under
the mouth of a big windsail in my cabin.
flags broke out at the senior officer's mast-
head, my signal to repair on board. Something
was up, then.
In a few minutes I was in the presence of my
chief, who was. not unaccompanied. On the
cabin sofa, pale and a wreck of his former self,
lay the Irish skipper of the Spray, the most
daring and unscrupulous of opium traders,
known all over the China coast as " King Tom,"
from the unusual circumstance of his descent
from the ancient Royalty of his country. He
was a battered enough scion of his race, as I
saw when we shook hands, though the fun was
still alive in the dark Irish eyes, the fun which
carries an Irishman through
many tight places and
makes one certain that
Mark Tapley hailed from
the Four Provinces,
although Dickens fails to
mention the fact.
" Will you kindly cast
an eye on me, captain ? "
said " King Tom." " These
Chinese beggars have
nearly done for me, but
I'll be even with them
yet."
" It seems more likely
to be your job at present,
Moresby," said my chief,
with a shrug of his shoul-
ders, as I looked from one
to the other for enlighten-
ment ; " for, so far as I
can see, you must be off
to Tamsui, the principal
northern port of Formosa,
without loss of time and
settle this business ; and a
pretty tangle it is ! Give
us the particulars again, Captain O'Donovan."
Down I sat, all attention, as "King Tom's"
story gradually unfolded itself.
Six months before he had run a cargo of
opium to Tamsui, and there, with the co-opera-
tion of the Taotai (Chinese Governor), Gow by
name, had disposed of it— a strictly illegal pro-
ceeding, Tamsui not being one of the treaty
ports, which alone were open to the opium
traffic. If the Taotai had done his duty he
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43
would have seized the Spray and confiscated
her cargo, and it is possible that duty would
have carried the day but for two unanswerable
arguments.
Firstly there was the solid profit he would
make on the transaction, and secondly the long
eighteen-pounder which the Spray carried on
a swivel amidships, and which he well knew
" King Tom " would not hesitate to use in case
of need. Inclination, therefore, reinforced by
a long eighteen-pounder, was too much for duty,
and the transaction was completed to the satis-
faction of all con-
cerned. So far so
good, and " King
Tom," like the
excellent man of
business he was,
proceeded to a
further deal. He
bargained with
one Wang Lo for
a cargo of cam-
phor, to be ready
for shipment on
his return in four
months' time.
Then, calling the
Taotai as a wit-
ness, he paid to
the aforesaid.Wang
Lo a deposit of
seventeen hun-
dred dollars, and
took his departure
in perfect content-
ment of mind.
At the time
appointed the
Spray returned,
but no camphor
was forthcoming
— Wang Lo hav-
ing received and
accepted a better
offer in her ab-
sence. Still worse was behind. By a singular
lapse of memory the heathen Chinee was
unable to recall any circumstance connected
with the deposit money, and insult was added
to injury when old Gow, the Taotai, on being
appealed to, proved to be equally oblivious !
They bowed, they met " King Tom's " fury with
the most polished Oriental courtesy, but nothing,
they feared, could alter facts. The deposit
money had never been paid !
No Irishman could stand this sort of thing,
and least of all "King Tom." He strode off
vowing vengeance, and in less than half an
" HE WAS SEIZED BY THE SOLDIERS.
hour the Spray's long eighteen-pounder was
bearing on the town, and the Taotai consider-
ing the alternative of Tamsui being blown
about his ears or the return of the deposit
money.
Now, it was true there was a small fort com-
manding the anchorage, but with the usual
Chinese foresight neither guns nor ammunition
were ready, and so it became increasingly clear
to old Gow that here, if ever, was a case for
diplomacy. He, therefore, assured his quondam
confederate, in his blandest manner, that the
matter had been
reconsidered, and
the money would
await his coming
at the Yamen the
next day. " King
Tom " should
have known his
man, but verdant
as his own native
pastures was the
innocence which
led him straight
into the trap.
All night the
Chinese worked
silently and
swiftly at the fort.
When morning
broke there was
no change in its
appearance out-
wardly, but its
guns were in readi-
ness to sink the
Spray, and as
Captain O'Dono-
van, accompanied
by his interpreter,
took his undoubt-
ing way to the
official Yamen
the heavy gates
cllosed behind
him, and he found himself confronted by the
Taotai, Wang Lo, and a mob of pig-tailed soldiers
— but no deposit money. Nevertheless, he
carried himself unflinchingly, demanding his
rights till, at a sign from the Taotai, he was
seized by the soldiers, thrown down, and bar-
barously beaten with split bamboos. This is
one of the cruellest of Chinese tortures, for the
concave edges of the bamboo cut into the flesh
and pound it to a pulp. Then, half dead, the
unfortunate skipper was thrown into a sampan
and sent off to the Spray, and at the same
moment the guns of the fort were trained on
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the schooner. The chief officer saw there was
nothing for it but to be off; so, with rage in
his heart, he made sail and returned to Hong-
Kong, leaving old Gow with a strengthened
conviction that the wisdom of the "foreign
devils " was as folly in the hands of the
Celestials.
This was the tale to which I listened, often
interrupted by " King Tom's " maledictions on
his own simplicity in believing a single word
from Oriental lips. " I hope it never gets
home," he said. " I'd never hear the last of it
in County Clare ! It's a nice schoolboy I am
to take a hiding like this and have to say ' Thank
you ' for it."
The details of the outrage were officially sub-
mitted to Admiral Sir James Hope, who had
just arrived after having relinquished the com-
mand of the station to Admiral Kuper. This
most distinguished officer approved of the
conclusions we had come to, viz. : —
The contraband opium trading must be
ignored in view of an international assault on an
unarmed Englishman by the Taotai in his
official Yamen. I was to investigate, demand
apologies, and inflict a fine if necessary ; but as
a Vice-Consul had recently been appointed to
Tamsui I was, in the event of his arrival, to act
in conjunction with him. " And I'll give a turn
to the screw myself later on, if I die for it,"
cried the undaunted " King Tom " from his
uneasy sofa as the council broke up.
In a few days we started for Tamsui, the
descendant of the Irish kings, with his inter-
preter, accompanying us to give evidence.
As we cleared the Lyemoom Pass and faced
the north-east monsoon, then at its height, the
wind howled and the green seas swept our decks
fore and aft, but below we had fine times, for
His Majesty " King Tom," with a comfortable
glass of grog by his side, was the life and soul
of the party, telling yarns incredible to the
amused ring of smokers.
Arriving off Tamsui we met H.M. gunboat
Havock with Mr. B , the newly-appointed
Vice-Consul, on board, and under the pilotage
of " King Tom " we crossed the dangerous bar
together, anchoring off what was then a small
town, but since, under Japanese occupation, has
swollen to a big city.
Mr. B being junior in rank came on
board to pay his respects. He was a well-
informed young fellow, educated for his work
and speaking Chinese like a native. A valuable
coadjutor, as I thought ; a serious hindrance, as
I was shortly to find.
The next day he hoisted his flag at the
Consulate and assumed his official duties ; then,
filled with youthful zeal for his newly-acquired
position, he immediately demanded that the
whole business should be left in his hands, with
the force I commanded at his disposal.
Here was an impasse ! In vain did I point
out my peremptory orders to act alone or in
conjunction with him. In vain did I offer him
the presidential chair and express my willingness
to sit by his side with the best grace possible.
The dignity of youth is unassailable ; he would
listen to no compromise whatever. Thus,
having done my best to smooth matters, I was
not sorry to take the undivided responsibility.
The Taotai was sent a copy of the charges
preferred against him, with the request that he
and his witnesses would meet me at the Con-
sulate, when also Captain O'Donovan and his
interpreter would be present and a formal in-
vestigation made.
There was no small stir in Tamsui as the
Taotai in his gilt chair of state, escorted by a
body of spearmen, passed through the narrow
streets and was set down at the Consulate. I
sat at the head of a long table, with the con-
tending parties on my right and left, a guard of
stalwart marines being drawn up in the Consular
court. Mr. B kindly consented to act as my
interpreter, but refused to sit at the table. The
wily old Gow was quick to perceive the bearing
of this anomaly, and it materially affected the
result.
The Taotai's case was that " King Tom " had
come to his Yamen, armed with a large knife
and brandishing a heavy stick in close proximity
to his person, and that gentle restraint and the
slight correction of a beating were a means of
self-defence — regrettable, but necessary.
An excellent story indeed if there had not
been a small but unadjustable difference of
opinion amongst the witnesses he produced.
On being asked why, with the large force at
his disposal, he had not simply arrested the
captain, he replied that "when you are
dealing with devils you cannot act as courtrsy
dictates, and that he regretted to state that he
believed Captain O'Donovan to be a devil of
the yellowest dye" No more evidence being
forthcoming, and this opinion scarcely bearing
on the legal aspect of the case, I gave my
decision in the following terms : —
By noon on the following day, apologies and
twelve hundred dollars from the Taotai to the
triumphant " King Tom," the return of the
deposit money (a point they did not seriously
contest), or enforcement of these demands by
force.
There was not a trace of feeling in Gow's
imperturbable face as my judgment was given,
not a movement in the slender "yellow hands,
with their silver-tipped nails, resting on his violet
A BIT OF OLD CHINA.
I SAT AT THE HEAD OF A LONG TABLE, WITH THE CONTENDING PARTIES ON MY RIGHT AND LEFT.
robe. He bowed the .exact number of times
that the exactest etiquette in the world requires
as the C6urt broke up ; yet without a word
spoken he was as conscious of the dissension
between the Vice-Consul and myself as if he
had been present at our meeting, and he took
his measures accordingly.
When we returned to the Snake I had some
difficulty in restraining " King Tom's " exulta-
tion ; my wisdom was exalted above King
Solomon's, my valour cast that of Brian Boru
into the shade. He felt, he fingered the dollars
in his pockets and that they came from Gow's
was the sweetest plaster for his wounds ! But I
think I never saw a face elongate and a jaw drop
quite so low as did his when we woke next
morning to the intelligence that Gow, with all
the officials and all the cash, had fled to the
mountains, and that Mr. B , having now no
locus standi, had hauled down his flag, leaving
the whole control of the city and port in my
hands !
" King Tom " might swear — he did, and very
freely — but that was no help to me in this bolt
from the blue. The one certain matter in the
midst of much uncertainty was that if a China-
man could govern Tamsui, so also could an
Englishman, and probably much better. I took
this course, therefore, and appointed Lieutenant-
Commander Packe, of the gunboat Havock,
acting Governor and Captain of the Port.
Never was a man more genuinely pleased or
better fitted for the post. A true sailor loves a
job off his own beat, and he was no exception
to the rule.
Our first thought was the Custom-house, for
there were several European ships, besides
junks, loading and unloading ; but, happily, we
found a table of duties and port dues, so their
work went on without a hitch, and the skippers
rejoiced that there was no bribery and corrup-
tion, as there had been with Gow. A guard of
marines was landed, and the citizens submitted
to the altered regime with true Chinese in-
difference.
This done, the Snake sailed for Foochow, the
Viceroy of which province had supreme control
over the Island of Formosa, and it was therefore
necessary that he should adjudicate on Gow's
recalcitrant behaviour.
After various delays and much letter-writing
the skill of Mr. Sinclair, our Consul at Foochow,
arranged a meeting.
It was a stately ceremony when the Viceroy,
gorgeous in yellow jacket, red button, and
peacock feather, and surrounded by his
mandarins, gave us audience at his palace.
Seated on a dais between pillars painted with
fiery dragons swallowing impossible seas, he
listened sedately whilst Sinclair stated the case
in fluent Chinese. I followed in an argument
which, perhaps happily, suffered in translation.
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Questions were asked, the mandarins were
gravely consulted, and as gravely responded.
The decision followed.
My demand must be complied with ; Gow
was degraded and superseded on condition that
the matter was dropped immediately and no
reference made to the authorities at Pekin !
a shock when, after I had made my report, the
Admiral angrily denounced the whole business.
"As for Mr. O'Donovan," he said, "that man
is the greatest buccaneer on the coast ! He
thoroughly deserved the thrashing he got, and I
only regret that Her Majesty's ships were em-
ployed in any way for him. What have you done
SINCLAIR STAI'KIl 1111 l.\sK l\ hl.l'I'M' CHINESE.
With high ceremony on both sides I received
the twelve hundred dollars, and then, feeling
very satisfied with myself, I returned to Tamsui.
There I found Lieutenant Packe with heaps
of dollars in his possession, progressive trade,
and contented subjects, not at all anxious to
resign his government and return to his ten feet
by five cabin in the Havock. But his reign was
over ; the new Taotai was installed, and Mr.
B rehoisted his flag. Poor old Gow crept
back from the mountains, Wang Lo refunded
the deposit money, and the old order being thus
restored we returned to Hong-Kong to receive
the approval we thought due to our consummate
diplomacy.
Alas for human hopes ! On our arrival we
found our new Commander-in-Chief present,
with his flag flying on board H.M.S. Euryalus,
and his views of Sir James Hope's interference
unluckily did not coincide with mine. I had
felt all along that we might easily have had a
more immaculate protege than poor " King
Tom," and that the contraband opium trading
might wreck us yet; but still it was undoubtedly
with the dollars?" Fortunately I had not handed
them over to " King Tom," so I answered that
they wore still on board the Snake, waiting for his
order to transfer them to Captain O'Donovan.
"Very well," said the Admiral. " Send them on
board my flagship ; he sha'n't have them ! And
let him know that he may consider himself
lucky that he is not arrested and punished as a
smuggler ! The cheek of coming to us to see
him through ! "
Here was a pretty communication for me to
make to " King Tom ! " He had quite recovered
his buoyant health and spirits, however ; he had
had a very enjoyable cruise, recovered his
deposit money, and witnessed the downfall of
old Gow.
Nevertheless, his remarks were not compli
mentary to the Admiral's decision. " As if I
cared a pig's whistle," he said, " for the blessed
dollars ; if I had them in my hand this minute
I'd pitch them overboard for the sake of half an
hour's straight talk with old Gow. I'll have it
yet, and so you may tell the Admiral."
I could do no more, and all hands turned
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47
up to say "good-bye" to the jovial, light-hearted
Irishman.
A few days later the Snake sailed for England.
I had not yet, however, finished with the
business.
A month or two after, when I was still on half
pay, there came a formidable letter from the
Admiralty, enclosing despatches from Mr. B ,
the Vice-Consul ; Sir F. Bruce, our Minister at
Pekin ; and Lord John Russell, the Minister for
ever, I stood to my guns and wrote to Sir
James Hope, who was now in England, and who,
I knew, would never desert a brother officer
who had acted under his advice. He was not
slow to respond, and together we fought it out
with the Foreign Office.
Eventually a sop was thrown by the Admiralty
to Lord John, who was gratified with the
announcement that " Commander Moresby's
zeal had outrun the strict line of duty," but I
ILL HAVE IT YET, AND SO YOU MAY TELL THE ADMIRAL."
Foreign Affairs — all containing official thunder
directed at my humble self! My proceedings
had been high-handed and contrary to my duty !
I might have seriously jeopardized my country's
interest and involved the nation in a Chinese
war ! Satisfaction, therefore, was demanded
from the Admiralty, and at my expense. How-
could bear this mild censure exceedingly well,
in view of the fact that I was almost immedi-
ately offered one of the finest commands in
the service.
I never saw " King Tom " again, but I have
no hesitation in asserting that somehow, or
somewhere, he did cry quits with old Gow.
A Congregation in Ganoes.
By John C. Hodson.
In one of the pretty bays of the Thousand Isles of Canada Nature has fashioned for man an open-air
pulpit under the canopy of Heaven, from which on Sunday evenings during the summer season a
minister preaches to a congregation of people in canoes. The canoes form the pews of this remarkable
natural church, the reading-desk is a boulder, and at the right of the preacher stands a baptismal font
hollowed by the eddies of the river, for centuries, out of the solid rock.
HERE is an oddness in the idea of
a congregation worshipping in canoes
which should appeal to lovers of the
picturesque, and should not offend
those who cling closely to the rigid
rules of form. From the beginning of things
•men have not only fought over differences of
creed, but have also discussed, with more or
less acerbity, the various methods by which
religions worship should be conducted.
If the form of a religious service may, in these
latter days, be open to discussion, the place for
proper preaching is everywhere, and the manner
in which people, hungry for religious instruction,
attend the church of God — how they get there
and what they wear— is least open to cavil.
What more beautiful could there be than that
open-air service which draws hundreds of
ple.isure-seekers and summer tourists to the
pulpit of Nature in the Thousand Isles ? They
might, it is true, go to an adjacent church of the
conventional pattern clad in equally conven-
tional broadcloth, but they prefer to come by
water, more comfortably clad, and attend service
in Nature's own church.
Of the many thousands who have spent a
summer amongst the Thousand Isles few there
are who have not heard of Half Moon Bay, and
fewer who have not tried to attend at some time
or other this open-air service in the natural
church. For those who have never known the
exquisite beauty of this region it is enough to
say that Half Moon Bay is to be found in the
Admiralty group, the uppermost cluster of the
Thousand Islands formed in the St. Lawrence
River where, at Kingston, it receives the waters
of Lake Ontario. For a distance of thirty or
thirty-five miles from the mouth the river con-
THE KNTIANCK TO HALF-MOON BAY, WHBRH THE NATURAL CHURCH IS SITUATED.
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tinues an average width of between seven and
ten miles, and in this crystal-clear expanse of
water the innumerable islands dot, as far as eye
can see, the rapid running stream. Bostwick,
one of the largest of this group, has on its south
side a little bay in the shape of a half-moon,
whence the place takes its name. This little
bay is surrounded by high cliffs of Laurentian
granite, and in the immediate neighbourhood
are to be found many "pot-holes" — basin-
shaped cavities in the rocks which have been
formed by stones and gravel gyrated by eddies
in the stream. Some of these are about one
provided both church and pulpit. He who
preaches stands conveniently behind this rock
and uses it as a reading-desk, for it is just the
proper height. More curious than all, however,
is the baptismal font. It stands at the right
hand of the reading-desk — a "pot-hole,"
drilled with beautiful symmetry in the granite
a foot wide and about eighteen inches deep. As
if to put the finishing touch upon her labours,
Nature has also ordained that the font shall be
filled with water.
The idea of turning this natural church to
practical account came, some twenty years ago,
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A CORNER OF THE BAY.
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foot in depth and width, and some as much as
seven feet in width and ten or twelve feet in
depth. The formation is quite regular and the
sides are worn or polished as if excavated and
finished by the hand of man.
In one part of the cliff a semi-circular recess,
with an almost level floor, has been formed by
time, as if Nature had bounteously foreseen the
use to which it might properly be put. Not,
however, without a struggle, for at some time in
the past a large rock has been tossed, perhaps
by a tempest, from the cliff, and has fallen down
only to lodge, as if by a miracle, on the outer
edge of this floor of stone. Nature has thus
Vol. xiv.— 7.
to certain summer visitors among the Thousand
Isles. Their efforts were supported with hearti-
ness by laymen and clergy alike. Among the
originators of the movement were Mr. S. Finlay,
of Montreal, the late Rev. Dr. Cassells,
Principal of the McMaster University of Toronto,
and the late Rev. Dr. Mowat, of Queen's
University, Kingston. From that time to the
present the weekly service has been continued,
and in late years has attracted wide attention.
The people who spend their holidays on the
St. Lawrence are peculiarly interested in
these religious services, although, in addition
to the church at Half Moon Bay, they possess
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many places of worship. On Wellesley Island a
spacious tent or tabernacle, erected under the
auspices of the Methodists of the United States,
accommodates nearly three thousand people.
Nine miles away another large and well-appointed
church at Westminster is under the control of
the Presbyterian body. In these places care is
taken to afford to the congregations the con-
veniences and accessories familiar to them at
home, and the service in each church proceeds
with regularity along a chosen line.
Not wholly so is it at Half Moon Bay. Here
the usual accessories are absent. The con-
nounced. The service is under the auspices of
no particular denomination, the leader being a
clergyman or a layman, as occasion may provide.
The hymns sung are those familiar to and loved
by all Christians, and, although the English
Church service is read in part, the service of
song is led by some worshipper, or group of
worshippers, in the canoes around the pulpit.
Sometimes a mandoline or a guitar tinkles the
accompaniment, and the voices of the floating
throng echo sweetly in the bay, flung back by
the stately cliffs around. The Scriptures are
read, prayer is offered, and then follows a
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veniences are few indeed and the service is
unique, brought into being and developed by
the islanders alone. The ivy-clad trees and
the jutting rocks are the decorations of the
meeting-place, and every kind of artificial
adornment is scrupulously avoided. The only
covering is the sky. The walls of the temple
are the granite cliffs. Nothing is used in the
service which leaves a trace behind when
the meeting is over, and even the pews —
the motley array of canoes, skiffs, and launches
of varied size and shape — disappear into the
darkness when the Benediction has been pro-
practical evangelical address by the leader, or
some competent person who volunteers for this
duty. Recently the services have been con-
ducted by the Rev. Dr. Maggs, principal of
the Methodist Theological College of Montreal,
more frequently than by any other preacher,
and with great acceptance to all who assembled.
The growth of the congregation has kept pace
with the growth of interest in the Thousand
Isles as a summer resort, and four or five
hundred of the summer colony have several
times attended the service. From some of
the Canadian towns in the vicinity of the bay
A CONGREGATION IN CANOES.
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THE EVENING SERVICE IN PROGRESS.
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others have come to witness the sight or to
worship in common with the pleasure-seekers.
The average attendance is about two hundred,
and the craft they come in are often packed
closely on the bosom of the bay. The puffing
of the steam launch and the toot of the whistle
are heard before the service begins, as the canoes
and other craft shoot their way from all parts
across the surface of the little bay. When the
service begins the noise of the congregation
is silenced, and the prayer is uttered in a still-
ness made deeply impressive by the singular
beauty and surroundings of the spot.
No service is held in the morning, for those
who resort to this group of islands for their
summer holiday are loyal to their several
churches, and regular in their morning attend-
ance in the churches of their choice at
Gananoque, a flourishing town on the Canadian
side of the river. Here, at St. Andrew's
Church, the Rev. H. Gracey, who has kindly
supplied much of the material for this article,
has preached to large congregations in the
morning for nearly twenty-five years. In the
evening many of the parishioners of the different
churches resort with others to Half Moon Bay,
and there engage in a form of worship from
which sectarianism is absent, paying tribute, not
to a preacher or a creed, but to Nature's God.
The sight is best witnessed on a calm evening
in summer. The small craft begin to arrive
early. Before the sun goes down, leaving its
long, iridescent reflection on the water, the bay
is dotted with boats. As the leader advances
to his granite altar the heads of the congrega*
tion are bared, and the preacher, moved by his
surroundings and the simplicity of the scene
before him, gains inspiration for his coming
words. Well might he take as his text the well-
known words, " Heaven is the dome of His
cathedral, the world its walls, and the globe His
altar and prayer-stool." When the service is
over and the inspiriting melody of " Onward,
Christian Soldiers," has rung across the limpid
water, the Benediction is pronounced and the
congregation disperses in all directions in the
gathering darkness, taking with them the linger-
ing and echoing burden of the hymn. Never
was Benediction more impressively pronounced,
never music more effectively sung, than that
given forth at these remarkable services under
the eternal rocks.
Cast Away Among the Filipinos.
By David Leitch.
I.
A moving story of shipwreck and captivity. The author and his companions were shipwrecked
in the Philippine Islands, and fell into the hands of the insurgents, who treated them with the
utmost cruelty. In this instalment Mr. Leitch describes the incidents of the wreck and the
adventures of the hapless castaways after landing on the Island of Luzon.
HEN, from the comfort and kindli-
ness and security of my island
home in Orkney, I reflect upon the
events that marked my terrible
passage from Hong-Kong to the
Island of Masingloc, and my still more terrible
journey through the prison-houses of the
Philippine insurgents, I ask myself in amaze-
ment, not so much "Can these things be?" as
"Can these things have been?" For in a
few months — I had almost said brief months,
though they were charged with an eternity of
pain and sorrow and suffering
— there were crowded into my
life the desolation and despair
of shipwreck, and the helpless-
ness and hopelessness of im-
prisonment among a people who
placed small value on any human
life other than their own. Yet
throughout it all I survived, and
am spared to pen this account of
a dreadful experience, while the
bones of several of my unfortu-
nate comrades lie for ever among
the inaccessible mountains of
the far-off Philippines.
It all came about in this way.
While in the employment of
the Chinese Customs I chanced
across an Englishman named
Charles Pears and an American
sea captain named Elijah Croker.
Acquaintance ripened into in-
timacy, intimacy into business
relations, and we agreed to join capital and
build a ship, our intention being to trade
between Hong-Kong and the Philippine Islands.
Our plans rapidly matured, the vessel, a trim
schooner of just over one hundred tons burden,
was built at Canton under my personal super-
vision, and we named her the Water Witch.
The irony of fate ! What's in a name ?
Croker was appointed master, with Mr. Pears
and myself as mates, and the other members of
the crew were John Roberts, a former ship-
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mate of my own, belonging to Manchester ;
Alfred Usher, a native of Edinburgh ; David
White, hailing from the little port of Stromness,
in the Orkney Islands ; Chas. Barnes and
Frank Reynolds, two Americans ; a Chinese
cook named Ah Fong, and a cabin-boy, also
a Celestial.
We left Hong-Kong about the beginning of
August, 1899, and, making a quick run, picked
up the north-east coast of Luzon, off the town
of San Fernando de Union, at- the end of six
days. Here, however, we lay becalmed for
forty-eight hours.
Towards evening on the
second day we heard firing on
shore, and presently the Ameri-
can cruiser Concord came out
and sent a shot across our bows.
We hove-to immediately, and a
boat from the warship, manned
by an aimed crew, proceeded in
our direction. The officer in
command carried orders to
search the Water Witch, the
captain of the Concord having
a suspicion that we were carry-
ing contraband of war. The
examination proved satisfactory ;
nevertheless, we were com-
manded to proceed outside the
three-mile limit, or our ship
would be seized and towed into
Manila as a prize. I would to
Heaven it had, and those
terrible nights and days of peril
and suffering would have been spared us.
Obeying orders, we stood out to sea. That
night a raging typhoon struck the ship, and for
four days we were tossed about at the mercy of
the wind and waves. Hurricane after hurricane
hurled its fierce force upon us, and our tiny
craft was in imminent danger. The heavy seas
swept the deck from stem to stern, and every-
thing movable was carried overboard or dashed
to fragments.
For nineteen long days and nights the bad
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weather continued, and contrary winds carried
us we knew not where. Our chronometer was
broken and we got entirely out of our reckoning.
About three o'clock in the morning of the
twentieth day an unusually severe storm over-
whelmed us ; the Water Witch was driven
before the irresistible fury of the blast, and
finally dashed with terrible force upon a reef of
sunken rocks.
When daylight broke we ascertained that we
had struck upon
the dangerous
Scarborough
Shoal, about a
hundred miles to
the west of
Manila, and any
prospect of get-
ting off seemed
hopeless from
the first. We
resolved, there-
fore, to abandon
the ship at the
very earliest
moment, and as
we had with us
only one small
dinghy, capable
of holding six
men, we deter-
mined also to
improvise a raft.
Our tools con-
sisted of an axe,
a hand-saw, and
a few nails. We
unfixed the gaff
and booms and
lashed them to-
gether. We tore
up the decks —
or, rather, what
part of them remained
above water ; we toiled
throughout the whole
day and night, and to-
wards the following morn-
ing the raft was ready.
All this time we had been flying signals of
distress, but it was most unlikely that vessels
would venture near a place so dangerous. The
weather had moderated, however, and we were
able to launch the dinghy, putting Usher and
Roberts in charge. We had passed on board
what small stock of water we had in the
" breaker," and were in the act of passing other
provisions also, when a huge wave rolled in
upon us, capsized, the little boat, and precipi-
tated the two men into the sea. Ere we had
time to recover our scattered senses, hundreds of
hungry sharks flocked around and threatened to
devour the poor fellows. When we realized their
peril, the captain and I both seized rifles, in order
to ward off the monsters, but Usher, thinking we
proposed to put him out of agony before he
should feel the cruel teeth of the sharks,
shouted appealingly to us to let him live.
Fortunately both men managed to scramble
on to the up-
turned dinghy,
which was fast
drifting away
from the ship.
Thinking to save
the situation, I
seized the axe
and severed the
rope which held
fast the raft. It
was soon drifting
in the same
direction as the
dinghy, and the
two seamen
swam to it, drag-
ging the dinghy
with them.
The articles
that had already
been transferred
to the boat had
been carefully
lashed, so that
these were found
to be secure
when the two
seamen hoisted
it upon the raft.
Further ex-
amination
showed that
the damage done
had been trifl-
ing, and repairs
were easily effec-
ted. In the
meantime, how-
ever, both raft and dinghy had drifted farther and
farther away from the ship— so far, indeed, that
we were unable to hail them by shouting. The
seamen tried to launch the dinghy in order to
paddle back to us, but their efforts were futile ;
and finally, to our indescribable horror, dinghy
and raft and seamen disappeared entirely from
view.
Both men were very capable sailors, and we
hoped that they might strike land somewhere
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or be picked up by some passing vessel ; but,
personally, I never expected to see them again.
Indeed, our own position on the Water Witch
was perilous in the extreme, and to my mind it
was a moot question which of us would first
find a watery grave.
The loss of the raft and dinghy at one
swoop was a terrible blow to our hopes. We
had utilized every available spar in making the
raft, and there was now small chance of our
escape. The captain suggested that we might
construct a canvas boat, and, as our sails were
brand-new, the proposal seemed feasible enough,
if only we could get together a few pieces of
wood to form the framework.
The forepart of the ship was still above water,
so we turned our attention to the jibboom,
which we split by means of wedges, and so
fashioned the keel. To form the stem and
stern two thin iron bars were taken from the
hatch tarpaulin, but, as the hatchway was under
water, the task of securing these was no easy
one. In and around the ship sharks prowled
about in search of a meal off something or
somebody. In desperate circumstances, how-
ever, men face death with calm courage, and
one of the crew readily volunteered to
dive for the irons, while the captain and
myself stood guard over him with
loaded rifles. In a few seconds he had
accomplished his purpose.
Two or three planks from the weather
bulwarks provided the ribs for the frail
craft, and we lashed the several parts
together with wire, our small stock of
nails having given out.
We next turned our attention to the
canvas covering, using for the purpose
the foresail, which had become en-
tangled round the foremast. Bits of
spun-yarn, some small pieces of twine,
and a sail-maker's needle did the rest.
Then with some white lead and a tin
of brown paint — it is marvellous how
many useful things turn, up when people
are in real difficulties — we coated the
outside of the canvas, and the tiny
vessel, to which we were about to con-
sign our lives, was ready for launching.
A spare spar was impro vised as a mast,
a few pieces of planking were shipped
as paddles, the remainder of the canvas
was requisitioned as a sail, and a long
rope and heavy piece of iron for an
anchor completed the furnishings.
On tin- morning of the sixth day
after the wreck we dropped the little
boat into the water, and t<« our infinite
joy found that it was watertight.
Suddenly, however, a huge wave came swirling
over the reef, and to our unspeakable dismay
we witnessed our single remaining hope drift
rapidly from us !
There was not a single second to lose. With
infinite presence of mind Frank Reynolds
plunged into the surging billows and struck out
boldly in the direction of the disappearing boat,
already some thirty yards away. During the
hazardous journey his path was beset with
sharks, and we watched his plucky efforts with
mingled feelings of expectancy and fear. At
last he reached the boat and, clutching the
makeshift anchor, dragged it into the water.
We held our breath ; then a mighty shout rose
from the thankful castaways. The anchor held !
The boat could not be brought back to the
wreck, however ; so it was soon made manifest
that all of us would be compelled to "face the
music," and swim to it, even as the brave
Reynolds had done. Captain Croker, carrying
with him his rifle and ammunition, went first ;
Pears and the seamen followed, and then the
turn of the Chinamen came.
The poor Celestials were utterly terror-stricken
at the sight of the lurking sharks, and no assur-
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ance of protection would persuade them to
enter the water. We coaxed, we threatened,
but all our pleadings and threats were alike
futile ; and at last I was obliged to seize the
cabin-boy and literally throw him overboard.
The little fellow was unable to swim, and would
certainly have been drowned had not the ever-
ready Reynolds again displayed his lion-hearted
pluck and dived to his assistance. Ah Fong
then thought better of his refusal and struck
out from the wreck. .
I was the last to leave the doomed ship.
Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, I pushed
off, and when all of us had got safely into the
tiny craft we bade farewell to the ill-fated
Water Witch and drifted away into the night.
Next morning, the seventh day after the disaster,
the wreck was nowhere to be seen.
We had no compass, but, according to the
chart which we took with us, the nearest land
was the west coast of Luzon. In this direction,
as we believed, we steered, being guided by the
sun by day and the stars by night. We had to
paddle all the time, so our work was both hard
and fatiguing and our suffering extreme. There
was practically no food or water in the boat, our
entire stock being a handful of biscuits, some
tins of Bovril, and a little water in an oil-can.
The biscuits, however, had been completely
soaked with water.
The little company was divided into three
watches of two hours each. For four days
nothing occurred to relieve the terrible mono-
tony. Despair settled on us like a cloud. Our
eyes grew dim with anxious watching ; our
hearts sank within us, but never a sail appeared
upon the wide horizon. On the fifth day the
poor little cabin-boy's courage failed him, and
he attempted to commit suicide by leaping over-
board. We were obliged, therefore, to tie him,
but it would have been well for the lad if we
had permitted the sea to claim him. He would
have been spared the torture and ignominy of a
later day.
The agony of our thirst steadily increased,
and in our efforts to obtain relief we tried many
devices. We would put buttons into our
mouths and move them about with the tongue,
so that a little moisture collected. Another
time we would take off the few remaining
clothes left to us, and after soaking them in the
salt water put them on again. We also sought
to mitigate the intensity of our suffering by
throwing the salt water over our bodies, the
pores acting as a sort of filter. We were obliged
ultimately to abandon this practice, as the brine
caused our bodies to break out in terrible sores.
All this time the sharks had not failed to
give us close attention. Sometimes they came
so near to us that we feared they might, at any
moment, make a concerted attack upon us, in
which case their sharp teeth would have made
a speedy end to our little boat and us. Now
and again we fired a few shots at them, and in
this way scared them off for a time.
David White, the Orkney seaman, gave out on
the fifth day. The poor fellow had toiled man-
fully at the paddles, but at last, utterly over-
come, he collapsed into the bottom of the boat.
Captain Croker was also in a semi-conscious
condition, but, seeing White relinquish the oar,
roused himself somewhat, and with a strangely
wild look in his eyes angrily ordered him to
resume. White could not move, whereupon
Croker, in feeble exasperation, seized his rifle
and would certainly have killed the sailor had
not Pears and I interfered. Realizing the
situation for a moment the captain desisted, and
immediately thereafter again collapsed.
Every new morning as the day dawned our
eyes eagerly scanned the lone horizon. Mirages
were constantly deceiving us and strange sights
appeared before us. Betimes we could see — or
thought we saw — what appeared to be well-
wooded islands ; anon high hills and lovely
valleys would rise to view ; but the changing
scenes always faded away and our eyes were
again fixed upon the illimitable waste of ocean.
It was no uncommon thing for one of the men
to spring up in a wild ecstasy of delight, pro-
claiming, " There is land ! " only, however, to
sink down again in despair.
In those tropical climes rain falls frequently
in patches only, and it was our hard fortune
often to find ourselves just outside the rain zone.
On such occasions we would put out our best
efforts in order to reach the spot, but nearly
always the welcome shower had passed before we
could overtake it. Thus disappointment was
heaped on disappointment, suffering on suffer-
ing. Our extremest agony was undoubtedly the
want of water to drink. The pangs of hunger
were excruciating enough, in all conscience, but
our terrible thirst was unbearable.
The boat required continual attention — one
steering, others paddling, and all anxiously on
the look-out. But what did all our efforts
amount to ? Though we refused to believe it,
we were proceeding quite aimlessly to an un-
known destiny. Well for us, perhaps ! Pears
showed marvellous powers of endurance, and,
while he worked like a Trojan himself, he
encouraged and exhorted the rest of us to a
quite remarkable degree.
Our supply of clothing — from the first of the
very scantiest description — was now in a most
deplorable condition. Each man had only one
pair of trousers and a pyjama shirt ; our jackets
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were in rags. A gold watch and ring in my
possession were worthless articles under such
circumstances.
A strange incident occurred in the afternoon
of the sixth day. Two swallows suddenly darted
down upon us and perched themselves on the
gunwale of the boat. Their appearance among
us might readily have been taken to presage
land near at hand, and instinctively we gazed in
the direction from
whence they had
seemed to come. It
did not suggest itself
to our confused
minds that the birds
would not have come
so near had they not
lost themselves at
sea, and in their ex-
tremity sought a
landing-place on the
boat.
But we did not
linger to discuss the
reason. With savage
eagerness we seized
the little creatures,
tore them to pieces,
and divided the
spoil.
The seventh da)
found us still toiling
at the paddles ; but
wc were so very much exhausted that I am
afraid the boat was making little headway
towards land, or, rather, towards the direc-
tion in which we hoped to find land. For-
tunately the weather had continued fairly calm,
though the heat during the day was intense.
That same morning a butterfly fluttered past,
and fresh hope again possessed us, for here
surely was evidence that land could not now be
far off.
Some hours later our long, weary vigil was
rewarded, and at last we sighted the long-
looked-for land. Who shall express the un-
bounded joy of our hearts? Who shall measure
the delirium of our delight ? A new danger
seemed to threaten us, and our wild ecstasy
almost overwhelmed our feeble strength.
We paddled along merrily for some time, but
as the afternoon wore on and the evening drew
nigh we began to fear that our first joyous anti-
cipations would not be realized. Just as darkness
was creeping over the surface of the waters a
steamer hove in sight, and we made frantic
efforts to attract attention ; but as the means at
our disposal were next to useless, our appeal
passed unnoticed and she disappeared from
sight. The blackness of night gathered thick
and fast around us, but it was no blacker than
the awful gloom and despair that filled our
hearts.
I can remember nothing more until the sensa-
tion of kindly hands touching me roused me
from the torpor into which I had fallen. The
languor of my unconsciousness seemed to lift
like a mist before the rising sun, and it came to
A STEAMER HOVE IN SIGHT, AND WE MADE FRANTIC EFFORTS TO ATTRACT ATTENTION.
my knowledge that we were in the custody of
Filipinos, on the little Island of Masingloc.
What time had elapsed since I became uncon-
scious I cannot tell; and for the greater portion,
at least, of the same period the others also were
in a like condition to myself; but we may
surmise that it was only a few hours, the likeliest
explanation being that the next tide carried us
shoreward and stranded us at last upon the
beach.
The islanders were untiring in their efforts to
afford us relief, and I mention the fact the more
readily as their great kindness to us stood out in
bold contrast to the horrible treatment to which
we were afterwards destined to be subjected on
the main island.
Masingloc is adjacent to the larger island of
Luzon, and as soon as our condition would
permit we were shipped across to the town of
l'alawig, where we were kindly received by the
Presidente and the townspeople. In the mean-
time the Masingloc islanders had relieved us of
our rifles and revolvers, together with my gold
watch and ring.
At Palawig we were accommodated in the
Presidentia, or town-building, where we were
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supplied with mats to sleep on. We were
entertained to chicken-stew and rice, and
altogether seemed to be in luck's way.
Our hosts made minute and searching
inquiries as to our identity, but, as none of us
could speak the language, our eloquent declara-
tions were wasted. They secretly suspected
that we were hated " Americanos," and a curt
(and, as it proved, cruel) message from the
British Consul at Manila seemed to them to
conclusively confirm their suspicion. This
official gratuitously informed Aguinaldo that
the Water Witch sailed under the American
flag and was manned entirely by Americans.
This information was our undoing.
A report was sent to Sehor Camera, the
Governor at Iba, who immediately ordered us
to be sent to him without delay. Iba is distant
from Palawig
some six or
seven hours'
ride, and as we
were too weak
to walk the Pre-
sidente kindly
supplied bul-
lock-waggons for
our conveyance,
and over these
weary miles of
roads we were
carted to Iba.
On arrival
we were im-
mediately taken
before the
Governor, who
promptly pro-
nounced us to be "Americanos," and ordered
us to be taken to Tarlec, the then head-quarters
of the insurgents.- At Iba the last evidence of
our nationality was taken from us, for that night,
while I slept, my Bible and papers were stolen
from me.
To reach Tarlec we had to return by way of
Palawig, where we stayed the night. About two
o'clock in the morning, however, a courier arrived
from Governor Camera, with orders to fetch us
back to Iba ; and back to Iba, over these three
Spanish leagues of terrible roads, we went.
Since the previous morning we had not been
offered, and so had not tasted, one bite of
food or drop of water, and to add to the
intensity of our dire sufferings we were com-
pelled on this second journey to walk all the
way. Our feet — by this time we had no
boots — were fearfully worn and lacerated, and
our bodily condition was terrible. A guard of
twenty Filipinos, armed with rifles, bolos (Filipino
Vol. xiv.— 8.
THE TATTOOED DESIGNS ON THE BACK OF T
THE FILII'
From a Photo, by J. P.
swords), and bows and arrows, escorted us.
We were tied together two and two and driven
along like sheep.
Our laggard steps were frequently greeted with
yells of "Teeki, teeki ! " (" Hurry up ! ") They
heartily cursed our dilatoriness, but as the
language was double Dutch to us our feelings
were not greatly hurt. In another respect our
feelings were very much hurt, for they repeatedly
cheered us along with the points of their bolos
or the butts of their rifles.
We reached Iba at last, and were again taken
into the august presence of Sehor Camera. We
were closely interrogated — myself particularly,
with reference to a butterfly tattoo which
adorned the back of both my hands. The
decoration was ingenious, one wing on each
hand representing the Union Jack, the other the
Stars and Stripes
of America.
These marks the
Filipinos could
not understand
at all. They
would pick up
one hand, and,
after examining
the wings of the
butterfly, would
exclaim, " Eng-
leesh," and a
moment later,
"Americano."
As a matter of
fact, however,
WHICH SO PUZZLED they only SOUght
Millar, Falkirk. One Conclusion
— to prove that
we were " Americanos " — and so their task was
easy. The Governor even went so far as to write
out a confession, and when we refused to sign it
he was exasperated beyond measure, and had us
bound together and flung into a corner. In
this wretched state we continued for three
wrhole weeks, our captors merely tossing us a
handful of rice and a little water now and
again to keep us alive.
We were herded among the pigs and poultry
and caribou — a kind of domesticated buffalo —
in the horrible damp and filth underneath the
Governor's house, which was built on piles as a
preventive against fever in the rainy season.
Here we lay, exposed not only to the risks of
diseases of all kinds, but to the insults and
abuse of every Filipino who chanced to pass.
The people flocked to see us, and would pelt us
with stones and mud, even approaching close
enough to spit in our faces and breathe their
horrible curses upon us. They pleasantly indi-
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cated what would be our ultimate fate by
drawing their knives across their throats.
Frequently, I am afraid, I prayed that some of
them might meet with an accident during the
symbolic operation.
But mere degradation was apparently not
enough. They must needs add torture, and for
a time we were fixed in a rude set of stocks
made of ironvvood. Two thick bamboo poles
were driven into the ground, and to these a
heavy plank, with pieces cut out for our feet,
was attached. On top of this another plank,
with corresponding holes, was laid, and the two
were tightly fixed together by a bar driven
through the poles. We were compelled to sit
on the ground with our legs raised at an angle
and our ankles wedged into these planks.
There was no support whatever for our backs,
and if we endeavoured to recline our heads
'WE WERE COMPELLED TO SIT ON 'INK GROUND WITH OUR LEGS RAISED AT AN ANGLE AND OUR
ANKLES WEDGED INTO THBSB PLANKS."
merely touched the wall. In consequence of
our cramped position and the exceeding in-
sufficiency of food, our joints began to swell,
and the pain was excruciating.
To my mind we had now to choose between
an attempt to escape and death. I chose the
former, so also did Reynolds, Barnes, and
White, but when we communicated our inten-
tion to Captain Croker and Pears the former
me furious, scouted the proposal as wild
and foolish, and gave it as his opinion that
any such attempt would mean instant death
to all of us. Pears also preferred to await
developments.
We were well aware of the risks. An armed
Filipino reckons life very cheaply, and if we were
caught in the act we could expect little quarter.
Besides, in our terrible condition we could make
a very poor show indeed if it came to a race for
life, and in any case it meant that we could only
look forward to the alternative terrors of hunger
and thirst, and perhaps death in the bush. But
we were desperate men, and a struggle — even a
death struggle — seemed preferable to the gnaw-
ing agonies of slow dissolution. Our minds
were made up.
One night the great opportunity for which we
had longed came. The guards omitted to fix
our feet in the stocks ! With almost feverish
impatience we waited till all was still. About
two o'clock the soldiers on duty were beguiling
the time by playing
Monte, a Mexican
game of cards. They
were seated round
a fire, and during the
progress of the game
the excitement rose
to a high pitch, and
they quite forgot the
poor wretches over
whom they were sup-
posed to watch. At
the moment of the
greatest excitement
we bade Captain
Croker and Pears
and the two China-
men a silent farewell
and slipped away
into the darkness.
Exerting ourselves to
the utmost of our
weak powers, we
speedily got clear of
the houses and en-
tered the bush.
We were free, cer-
tainly ; but where
were we to turn in a wild country not one foot
of which we knew ?
Two ranges of high mountains seemed to shut
us in. These mountains are infested by savage
tribes, among whom it was useless for us to seek
protection. Beyond one range of mountains
and in the centre of the island we knew that
the American troops had been operating for
some time, but to try to reach them through
these mountain fastnesses would have been
folly, so we decided to keep to the bush as
much as possible until we should be able to
WjTv^u*
CAST AWAY AMONG THE FILIPINOS.
59
make our way down to the sea, where at some
point we might find a boat, put out from the
shore, and hail a passing ship.
We decided, therefore, to wend our way along
the bank of a river close by, but just as we were
in the act of so doing we heard a loud shout,
and the next moment a party of Filipinos were
upon us. We
were filled with
con sternat ion,
and the desperate
idea of fighting to
a finish swelled
up within us ; but
as our pursuers
had already level-
led their rifles at
us we realized the
hopelessness of
resistance or even
flight, and with
heavy hearts gave
ourselves up for
lost.
Ou r ca ptor s
bound our hands
firmly behind our
backs with cane
strappings, and
once more we
were hustled back
to Iba. Our wrists
were so tightly
tied that circula-
tion of the blood
was impeded, and
our hands became
black. More-
over, the cane cut
deeply into our
flesh, and we
suffered intense
pain. We were
ruthlessly driven
forward, however,
urged at times by
a stroke from the flat of a bolo, and plied with
ominous threats as to our fate at the journey's
end. Poor White, who was bound to me, was
dragged along in a more or less helpless condi-
tion, a prod from a bolo or a volley of curses
being the only response to his piteous appeals.
About three in the afternoon we reached
Iba and were immediately taken before the
Governor. My name was called and I stepped
in front. Obviously the last scene in this
dreadful drama had come. Reading from what
WE WERE RUTHLESSLY DRIVEN FORWARD.
appeared to be an official order, the Governor
called out the names of all my comrades. Then
followed the indictment and, as we gathered
from the few words of the language which we
had picked up, the penalty. We concluded
that we were to be executed — in what manner,
or when, we were unable to. say. No indication
of their diabolical
intention came to
us during all that
eventful day, and
that night we
were divided into
two groups —
Pears, White, the
two Chinamen,
and myself form-
i n g one, and
Captain Croker,
Reynolds, and
Barnes the other.
The parties were
hurried off in
different direc-
tions, and that
was the last I saw
of the three last-
named.
No food was
given to us, yet
we were still
driven along at a
rapid rate, our
guards bringing
up the rear.
Reaching a river
we were compel-
led to wade in.
Poor White, who
was again bound
to me, showed
signs of collapse,
and stumbling on
the bank he fell,
dragging me on
the top of him.
The soldiers beat us cruelly with their bolos,
and the next moment we were both plunged
into the water. The bath revived White,
and was very welcome indeed to all of us,
but we had scarcely entered the river when
we were furiously attacked by myriads of
voracious insects — the dreaded wood-leeches of
the tropics ! These horrid-looking little reptiles,
about three inches long, caused us untold
agonies, as our hands were securely tied and we
could not help ourselves.
(To be concluded.)
From a Photo, by 11'. S. Campbell
Describing how the residents of a Derbyshire village were
startled by the mysterious appearance of a veritable " wild
man of the woods," an extraordinary being who had appar-
ently resolved upon a return to primitive ways. The author
sets forth the many amusing and exciting incidents that
followed the "wild man's" advent.
wtm
HE sleepy little village of Bakewell
lies in the beautiful Peak district of
Derbyshire. One of the "sights"
for visitors is that glorious mediaeval
structure, Haddon Hall. The whole
country around, through the heart of which the
Midland Railway runs, is of the most picturesque
description, and upon the occasion of my recent
visit was wearing its most alluring garb. The
journey from Derby to Bakewell was a perfect
dream of sylvan beauty, many of the slopes
being simply carpeted with bluebells and forget-
me-nots, and in places laved by the glistening
waters of the River Wye.
It is necessary, for the proper understanding
of the veracious narrative which follows, that the
exact geographical and relative positions of
certain parts of bakewell should be clearly
understood by the reader. Emerging, then,
from the station you come upon a small bridge
which crosses the railway line ; facing you is an
extensive grassy slope. This is the golf-links.
Skirting the links, and stretching for miles to
Matlock, is a dense wood, known locally as
Wicksop Woods, some of the recesses of which
are well-nigh inaccessible. A path runs through
the wood, but on either side of this the under-
growth of bracken is so thick that it is im-
possible to penetrate far. There are also several
old stone quarries in the wood, and, where the
ground is comparatively clear, it is much broken
up with boulders. On the outskirts of the wood
is situated Haddon Hall, the Wye sweeping
through within a few yards of it. About
equidistant between the station and Haddon,
on a kind of plateau on the slope of the
hill, is a reservoir which supplies the village
with water.
On a certain calm, balmy spring evening, on
Friday of the week, certain young ladies were
enjoying the delights of golf on the Bakewell
links. As to their identities, that is not a
matter of moment, except to state that they
were the daughters of prominent residents.
You may call one the Hon. Gertrude and
another the Lady Araminta, if you so choose,
and perhaps by so doing we may understand
better the social calibre of the ladies in question.
Moreover, as has been stated, they were
playing golf, and that is a sport of the quality.
Well, the ladies swung joyously along alter
the elusive little ball, chatting gaily one with
another, when, having arrived near the summit
of the slope and close to the Wicksop Wood,
they stopped suddenly, and for the moment
stared in amazement towards the dense foliage :
then, with sundry little screams of alarm, turned
about and fled incontinently down the slope !
What had happened to so startle the Hon.
Gertrude, the Lady Araminta, and their friends?
Nothing more nor less than the appearance of
an extraordinary apparition, bursting suddenly
through the undergrowth came a man, or some-
thing resembling a man. His (lollies — if,
indeed, he could be regarded as clothed
were of the most meagre description and
of the most eccentric character, consisting
solely of a tattered shirt, boots, and an
THE "WILD MAN" OF THE PEAK.
61
ancient silk hat !
He wore long,
straggling locks,
and from under
his shaggy brows
his eyes glis-
tened impishly.
As this weird
oeing advanced
,vith leaps and
Dounds he emit-
:ed strange
loises, which
ncreased the
adies' terror a
mndredfold.
)own the slope
hey fled helter-
kelter, and over
he broken
round, slipping,
ailing, rising
gain, little
eeding scrat-
hes or bruises,
leir one idea
eing to get as
r away from
hat horrid
Dectre as possible. Strangely
lough, when he saw the con-
ernation his appearance had
tused the man himself plunged
ick into the sable depths of the forest
stnesses, still howling and grunting.
The news of this exciting experience
as soon brought to Bakewell, whence
travelled, via the Press, far and wide
er the land. A wild man of the
)ods ! A real, live, breathing, dancing
Id man ! This was too much for Bakewell ;
e whole place was stirred to
depths, and almost its en-
is active population rose as
tie man and, pressing into
vice a variety of weapons,
m walking-sticks to death-
ciling blunderbusses, went
search of the wild man !
e butcher, the baker, the
c idlestick-maker — everybody
aed the party, and, spread-
out, they beat the woods
1 countryside for miles
|und. But no wild man
ipeared.
J|\s evening drew near on
tl; eventful Friday, which will
d ibtless in future figure in
THEY KI.ED INCONTINENTLY DOWN
THE SLOPE."
The next day
red letters on the Bakewell calendar,
many of the rustics gave up the
search for the day ; but some of the
more ardent spirits formed themselves
into small watch parties and, equip-
ping themselves
with lights, kept
guard over the
wood through
the nocturnal
hours. The next
morning the
only news they
had to report
was that they
had seen a flick-
ering light in the
remote depths
of the wood,
which moved
about like a will-
o'-the-wisp. It
was thereupon
mooted that the
wild man might
be in direct
touch with the
lower regions,
and be torch-
bearer to his
Satanic Majesty.
Some daring
youths volunteered to pur-
sue the mysterious light
when next it should be
seen, and did actually essay
to do so ; but it proved a
veritable will-o'-the-wisp,
and nothing tangible re-
sulted from the quest.
Saturday — the search was
From a Photo. by\
THE GOLF COURSE AT BAKEWELL.
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continued. By this time the police had also
joined in the hunt, and thus " given official
cognizance to the sport of wild -man hunt-
ing. It happened in this manner. Superin-
tendent Blank was seated in his office,
studying some documents, when a small boy
burst breathlessly into the place, blurted out
"A wild man, sir; a wild man !" and promptly
collapsed. The inspector looked up with a
professional frown, regarding the small boy as
a black-hearted miscreant. The latter shrank
before the piercing and steadfast gaze, and
between his tremulous lips there trickled the
words, " A wild man ! " and nothing more. Then
the superintendent spoke, and these are the
memorable words that he uttered : " A wild
man ! Why, what the — how the — Where ? "
The official spell thus being broken, and being
encouraged by the interrogatory, the boy became
suddenly communicative, and flowed on like the
immortal brook. "Yes, sir, in the wood; all
shirt and boots, and hat and long hair. And he
dances — and — and makes funny noises, sir —
and frightens people. And — and "
"Yes, yes," interjected the inspector, stem-
ming the torrent of eloquence; "we'll see
human speed, and, scorning the undergrowth,
climbed trees and swung himself from branch
to branch and from tree to tree with the agility
of a monkey, while his toiling pursuers looked
on amazed. Very remarkable was this picture
as described to me — the wild, scantily-clad
creature, with his tangled masses of hair,
clambering swiftly through the almost impene-
trable recesses of the wood. Needless to say,
he easily outdistanced his pursuers and was
soon lost to view. And the golfers returned to
the village pondering over what they had seen,
leaving the wild man still at large.
Subsequent to this the strange visitor made
repeated appearances in various parts ; for
instance, one man saw him indulging in a siesta
on the banks of the Wye. Directly he noticed
that he was perceived, however, he retreated to
the friendly seclusion of the wood. This was
near the village of Rowsley. Again, a Mr.
Littlewood, a tradesman of Bakewell, surprised
the strange creature enjoying a dip in the waters
of the Wye, but again the wild man betrayed
that excess of modesty which always seemed to
prompt him to seek safe asylum amongst the
folia" e.
about it." Forthwith he summoned
ordinate and they conferred together, -
extracting as much intelligence from
their juvenile informant as their
astuteness could contrive. It was
thus that the police at length inter-
fered in an endeavour to rid Bake-
well of its unwelcome wild man.
But that elusive and mysterious
individual was not to be so easily
dismissed. He even had the effron-
tery to pay a return visit to the golf-
links, where he again startled some
ladies with his meteoric appearance
and incomprehensible antics. This
time the terrified ladies straightway
reported the matter to the club,
and two gallant male members, one
the club professional, set out in pur-
suit. Pushing into the wood, they
were lucky enough to catch a good
view of the mysterious stranger, and
they gave chase as fast as the numer-
ous obstacles would allow. They
noticed that the wild man was now
bareheaded, having probably lost'
his top-hat in the haste of his flight.
His streaming locks lent an added
weirdness to his appearance.
Although the golfers exerted them-
selves to the utmost, they failed to
overtake the fugitive. He scaled
precipitous slopes with almost super-
a sub- ordinary
It was very clear that he was no
tramp, for he exhibited, on various
HK EASILY OUTDISTANCED HIS PURSUERS.
THE "WILD MAN" OF THE PEAK.
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occasions, a strong predilection for water.
This was some sort of consolation to the
Bakewellians, until a local farmer dis-
covered him taking his ablutions in the
reservoir which supplies the village with
water ; then they concluded that this
love of cleanliness had gone too far.
Each night flickering lights could be
discerned on the highest points of the
hills — no doubt fires kindled by the
wild man for his personal comfort. The
police thoroughly searched the wood so
far as they could and kept watch during
the night hours, and were eventually
rewarded by the discovery of a rude hut,
with the cold ashes of a fire in it. The
shanty was constructed of branches of
trees and bracken, which grows in great
profusion in these parts, and was shel-
tered from the wind by a wall of stones.
It was in this direction that the light
had been first seen, but since then fires had
been noticed much farther in the wood, indi-
cating that the wild man had shifted his
quarters to the thickest part. The most rigid
search, however, failed to locate either the
man or his camp.
The bucolic mind is a peculiar thing, and
THE REMAINS OF THE "WILD MAN'S" HUT.
From a Photo, by IV. S. Campbell.
entertains - strange
ideas of a joke. On the
Sunday, when the hue and cry was still fresh,
the village blacksmith of Bakewell wrapped up
his robe du nuit in a parcel and, quitting the
smithy, made his way into the Wicksop Wood.
Here he put his nightshirt over his day clothes,
took off his hat, ruffled his
hair, and broke forth into
view, waving his arms and
gesticulating. Up to this
point the joke was emin-
ently successful, for he
most effectually deluded
the villagers into believing
he was the genuine wild
man, and they pursued
him. There happened to
be .among the pursuers
several gamekeepers armed
with loaded guns, which
they had every intention
of using. When, after a
lengthy chase, they cor-
nered their supposed
quarry, one of their num-
ber dropped upon his knee,
levelled his gun, and was
on the point of firing when
the identity of the fugitive
became apparent, and the
for the joker, was never
within an ace, however, of
his own
trigger,
pulled.
fortunately
He came
AFTER A LENGTHY CHASE THEV CORNERED
SUPPOSED QUARRY."
being shot, and would have had only
folly to thank for the catastrophe.
In spite of everything the wild man was
never captured. The last seen of him
was near Haddon Hall. Who and what
was he ?
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A chatty description of the Government pearl fisheries of Ceylon. Many years are allowed to
elapse between each fishing of the same beds, but when the appointed time arrives a fleet of vessels,
an army of divers and dealers, and a busy town spring up almost in a night. The element of luck
enters largely into the industry. Photographs by Andree, Ceylon.
YFICAL of pearl-fishers generally,
and certainly conducting their
operations in the most primitive
style, the men who wrest the
precious gems from the ocean beds
of the Ceylon Government Fisheries work as
they worked ages ago, without the artificial aids
which have been called in to the assistance of
up-to-date pearlers at some of the beds around
the Australian and Central American coasts.
Arabs are recognised as the best and most
expert divers in the world, but owing to their
quarrelsome, unruly natures they have in Ceylon
been to a great extent supplanted by natives,
many of whom come from Kilikarai, as the latter
are found to be more tractable and decidedly
more peaceable amongst themselves.
Quite a considerable period, sometimes from
ten to fifteen years, elapses between each fishing
on the same beds, but once the appointed time
arrives the barren, comparatively uninhabited
coast becomes as though by magic the resort of
thousands of individuals of every nationality
under the sun, and for the few months or so
during which each fishing lasts the scene beggars
description.
It is a fine spring morning and the divers and
their mandaks, or assistants, have left in a
hundred or so stout, brown-sailed boats, and
away on the horizon they can be seen with sails
lowered, each boat a hive of busy toil.
On the deck of the Government tug which
cruises about amongst the fleet we join" the
officials in watching the operations.
From the build and rig of the boats little can
be learnt, for they are nearly similar, although
those familiar with the craft and crews will tell
you exactly the race to which each boat-load of
workers belong, simply by some peculiarity in
the rig and cut of the boat.
As we steam slowly by one of the Kilikarai
boats the sides are lined with mandaks,
while the water is broken every minute by
some black, shining head and shoulders appear-
ing or disappearing in the blue ocean. These
men are the more cautious divers, and facilitate
their arrival at the bed of the ocean by standing
on a block of stone weighing about fourteen
pounds. They also carry a life-line, with which
they signal when they are ready to be hauled up
with their baskets full of pearl oysters. Two
minutes is the average duration of a dive, and
during this time the expert piles dozens of
oysters into the wicker baskets which are
attached to his body, besides descending and
rising again to the surface, so that obviously the
divers must be marvellously quick and alert if
they are to be successful.
A little farther on we pass an Arab boat with
its array of tall, brawny divers, showing by far
the finer specimens of manhood and carrying on
their business in a way which stamps them as
daring almost to recklessness. Some of the
Arabs scorn the use of a stone to help them
THE PEARL-FISHERS OF CEYLON.
65
From a]
THE SCKNE ON THE 1'EARLING-bEDS.
[Photo.
downwards, and dive from their boats head
foremost, with only their hauling-lines as means
of communication with the surface. Occasionally
a big Arab may be seen to make a dive without
a line of any description, but this naturally
curtails the quantity of oysters he can bring to
the surface, as he cannot rise with much weight,
except by being hauled up with ropes.
A popular idea is that the divers run con-
siderable risk of injury from sharks and other
monsters of the deep, but this is said by experts
to be an entirely mistaken notion, as very few
indeed suffer injury from this cause, much less
lose their lives.
Some of the records of the time which
these divers have been known to remain under
water are astounding. One Arab has been
credited on good authority with staying six
minutes below the surface, from the time he
disappeared head foremost into the ocean until
he reappeared with his load of bivalves !
Thus under a glaring sun, from an ocean
dotted with stout boats and bobbing black-
heads, the precious oysters are gradually piled
From a]
Vol. xjv.-9.
NATIVE DIVERS AT WORK.
[Photo.
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1' 10 111 <l\
KINGING THE PEARL OYSTERS ASHORE.
\rhoto.
up on the boats until about noon, when a gun
from the Government boats warns the fleet that
the time allowed for fishing has expired, and a
wild race takes place among the boats to reach
the beach first. At last even the laggards are
in, and the beach becomes a screeching mass of
excited natives, jostling each other and shouting
in a hundred queer tongues as they carry the
oysters from the boats to the Government
houses or compounds, which consist of long
huts or warehouses built of sticks and
covered with a rough kind of thatch. Here
the thousands of oysters are piled until they
are formed . into a series of gigantic heaps.
The load brought in by each boat must be kept
separate, for in the coming allotment the pro-
duct of the day's fishing will be divided into
three equal piles, while the Government officials
will later come round and select any two of the
heaps they may think best, leaving the remain-
ing one to be shared amongst the boat's crew,
according to custom.
From a)
A GIGANTIC HEAP OF PEARL OYSTERS.
\FHoto.
THE PEARL-FISHERS OF CEYLON.
67
From a]
A STREET
THE STRANGE COSMOPOLITAN TOWN THAT SPRINGS UP ALMOST IN
[Photo.
The beds which have been drawn on have
been staked out by means of flags, and the
whole operations have been carried on under
the strictest surveillance by the Government
officials ; yet notwithstanding all precautions,
and the improbability of choice gems being
picked out from amongst the thousands of
oysters, there is reckoned to be a considerable
wastage in the collection of these gems, as
there is in the securing of nearly every other
kind of valuable product.
Remarkable enough in a way is the fishing as
we have seen it, but the mere bringing of the
oysters to the surface and their landing fades
into absolute insignificance in comparison with
the pearl town and its population.
The gatherings of huts and enclosures which
have risen almost like mushrooms on the barren
coast are inhabited by a cosmopolitan crowd,
the like of which is not to be found else-
where in the world. Jews, Arabs, Indians,
Persians, Turks, Russians — in fact, every
nationality and colour is represented, while the
social grades run the whole gamut from prac-
From a]
THE ENCLOSURES WHERE THE OYSTERS ARE OPENED,
[Photo.
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tically a dock-side labourer to the wily dealer in
gems or the representative of some Eastern
potentate who is prepared to purchase the
oysters in lots of a million at a time. So they
jostle each other and herd together in a manner
which only an Eastern crowd can, producing an
indescribable atmosphere, which becomes more
and more pronounced as the fishing season
wears on. Squalid and unsavoury in the
extreme is this
strange mush-
room city, but
Eastern in all its
aspects — colour
and brightness
everywhere re-
flected in a hun-
dred tints in the
glaring sunlight.
If the town is
varied and the
nationalities are
numberless the
types of face and
form are more
so. Over all,
and in continual
evidence, strut
Government
officials, and
num berless
policemen keep
in check the lawless spirits and the greed of
the crowd.
In the evening, after the day's work, the
fishers haggle and bargain and wrangle over the
rugged shells, any of which may contain a gem
worth a king's ransom ; while evil-looking natives
gaze on pearls which have fallen to their lucky lot
with the self-same gleam in their eyes as a tiger
displays when hugging the carcass of its victim.
At stated intervals the Government shares are
sold by auction in much larger lots, and it is
here that the wealthy dealers and representatives
of Eastern princes buy " parcels " consisting
sometimes of millions of the bivalves.
THE PEARL HERE SHOWN \VOULI> HAVE
From a] its misshapen
The glamour of speculation and the charm of
luck overshadow the whole of the proceedings.
Any heap of oysters may contain a priceless
gem, or a pearl which might otherwise have been
worth thousands may be ruined by some almost
imperceptible flaw. Experience has taught that
the rugged-shelled oysters are generally the most
likely to yield gems of value, but the price of a
pearl is governed by so many details that no one
can tell with any
certainty the
likely bivalves.
Many of the
shells themselves
are worth a little
when they are
evenly coated
with nacre —
known commer-
ciallyas" mother-
of-pearl" — while
otherwise price-
less gems may be
rendered com-
paratively worth-
less owing to
their rugged and
peculiar shape.
An instance of
this is to be seen
in the illustration
herewith. But for
its misshapen appearance the pearl shown might
have been worth a fortune.
A short sojourn amongst the Ceylon pearl-
fishers is the experience of a lifetime, and it
would take a very large volume to record even
a tithe of the romances which are part and
parcel of a pearler's life. Many a gem which
graces some crowned head has a record of
vicissitudes, fortunes made and unmade, and
even of lives sacrificed, which in itself would
surprise anyone save those who view with im-
movable faces the smiles and frowns of fickle
Dame Fortune, as exhibited day by day on the
pearl-fishing grounds.
BEEN WORTH
At'1'EA.RANCE.
FOR NJNE BUT FOR
[Photo.
THE " FLYING DUTCHMAN."
BEING SOME ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN GUSTAVUS HANSEN, SEAL-RAIDER.
By J. Gordon Smith, of Victoria, B.C.
The story of a clever fraud. How Captain Hansen turned prospector and hunted for nuggets
instead of seals. Although he failed to find gold, he nevertheless devised an artful scheme
whereby he made much money.
III.— THE "SUCKER LAKE" STAMPEDE.
HEN Captain Gustavus Hansen left
the schooner Emily S. at Skagway he
never dreamed that he would join
that gold-crazed horde which was
struggling over the trail, clamber-
ing across the great boulders, and crawling past
the carcasses of dead horses in the cut which
led over the White Pass, known better as " Dead
Horse Trail," above which a railway now runs
and looks down on the trying track where many
died. Captain Hansen had been hunting seals
and otter, bartering with Indians, raiding lone
rookeries, and selling a mixture, miscalled
whisky, to natives whom a paternal Govern-
ment— which Hansen regarded as his natural
enemy — sought to prevent from drinking strong
waters. His success,
however, had been
poorer than usual.
The sea was full of
cutters, and raiding
seemed a hopeless
effort.
The Govern-
ments were begin-
ning to interfere
too much with such
cruises as those he
had made. There-
fore, when the gold
siren called, he left
the schooner with
Long Murray with
less compunction
than he would
once have felt, and
trailed on behind
the stampeders, a
bag of flour, a
piece of bacon,
a bottle of rum,
and a spade strap-
ped to his back.
Following the cur-
rent, he found
himself in Atlin, the
scene of the latest
HE PUNCHED THE SWEDE S HEAD WHEN HE COMPLAINED OF
THE TRANSACTION,"
gold find since Carmack's discovery on the
Klondike had enticed hordes to the grim north-
land, where men froze in winter and were food
for ravenous mosquitoes in summer. He was
achieving little better success as a gold-seeker
than he had on the Emily S., which Long
Murray had meanwhile taken across to the
Siberian coast to hunt, raid, or baiter — anything
to make a profit for the owners and the crew.
Hansen wandered up and down the creeks,
trying "pans" here and there without getting
more than a " colour." He had swindled an
unfortunate Swede into buying a claim winch
had not even a " colour " on it, and punched
the Swede's head when he complained of the
transaction ; but he was a failure as a gold-
seeker, having
chased a will-o'-the-
wisp on dozens of
stampedes to no-
where. Yet he got
money, if he didn't
get gold. Hence
this tale.
When Fritz Miller
took his first clean-
up from his claim,
No. i above, on
Pine Creek, old
Demers had started
a store on the lake
front at a spot
which later became
Atlin City, a mush-
room town which
grew quickly about
Demers's place.
Demers had been
following the gold
rushes since men
first went to the
upper waters of the
Eraser, forty years
ago, and he knew
the goods that
miners needed.
This made him a
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successful storekeeper, but when he built a store *
at a lake a hundred miles to the north-west of
Atlin, a sheet of water which the miners called
" Sucker Lake " on his account, he had not
acted with his usual good sense. He had fol-
lowed the advice of Carrie, his Indian wife, who
had told him tales of golden creeks converging
at the lake. Dreaming of another camp there
the old French half-breed had started a store,
well equipped with flour and a goodly supply of
the goods which miners barter their gold for.
But " Sucker Lake " remained a wilderness,
and the store and its contents had been bar-
ricaded for months. In mining parlance it was
"a dead horse." Therefore, when Captain
Hansen offered a few hundred dollars for the
establishment — many times less than what it
cost, for the goods had all to be carried inland
on men's backs — Demers thought he was doing
well in finding anyone who
was fool enough to give much
for the place. The old store-
keeper had long since given
up all hope of being able to
do anything at "Sucker
Lake," and had beaten the
unfortunate Carrie for giving
the information which in-
duced him to establish the
place. Therefore, when
Hansen proffered the few
hundred dollars — part of the
money the Swede had given
him for the worthless claim
— he was promptly made
owner of the store. At Atlin
the miners, hearing that some
stranger had bought the place,
called him a fool for a couple
of days, and then forgot all
about the affair in the excite-
ment of a new stampede.
And the store at "Sucker
Lake " remained barred.
Later in the spring the
community learned why the
" Flying 1 Hitchman " had
purchased the store, and in-
stead of calling him a fool
called him a rogue. It is
still dangerous to speak of
the matter to some men in
Atlin. In the springtime
the miner's fancy turns to
thoughts of stampedes — and
this spring was no exception.
There had been a stampede
to the upper reaches of
Spruce Creek, a night stampede through
muddy, scrub-clad plains and over rolling
hills to McKee Creek, and the camp was very
excited. Every man who showed a " poke "
or a "colour" of dust was followed all over the
camp throughout the district ; his every move-
ment was reported to a waiting throng. Every-
body was on the quivive. Therefore, when an old
chap who had " prospector " written all over
him from his " muckluks " of salmon skin to his
wide-brimmed hat, began to show coarse gold
and pretty nuggets in the bar of Demers's
place, he was soon the object of attention.
" Vere is dot blace?" he would reply, when
asked where he had got the gold ; " veil, dot's
delling."
The more mysterious he became the more
interested were the miners. His every move-
ment was watched. He went off to a trout
*
THE MORE MYSTERIOUS HE BECAME THE MORE INTERESTED WERE THE MINERS.'
THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN.
7i
riffle two miles tip the creek, and forty or more
promptly followed him ; no matter where he
went he had would-be stampeders on his heels.
For he had hinted of rich creeks, streams whose
banks and side-hills were filled with gold, and
the stampede fever was on the community. It
was the stampede season. Therefore, when he
bought a sack of flour and started off into the
timber, eager men followed quickly on his heels ;
canoes carried messages up and down the creek,
and all Pine Creek learned quickly that the old
man had started.
A day later everybody knew that he had
returned, having made a circle and come back
to the camp. That, of course, was because he
saw that a stampede was on his heels. The
espionage on his movements became closer
than ever ; sentries were posted to watch his
cabin at night and to keep watch and report
his every movement. One morning before sun-
rise the watchers gave the alarm. The old
fellow had started and was travelling light !
The find, whose location he seemed to be so
diffident about revealing, could not be far away
— for he carried little food. Therefore, few
thought it worth while to wake up old Derners
and fill their packs. A piece of bacon and a
little flour were sufficient, for the old man was
ing along the edges of creeks that rush over
flats and stones with trout riffles in back eddies ;
clambering through gorges and struggling
through close-packed underbrush. But when
one dreams of gilded creeks and nuggets that
shine in the ooze of the pan of sand he
does not heed the hardships of the way ; and
the stampeders struggled doggedly on. A
mining stampede is a wild scramble, in which
the selfish instincts of men rule, and this rush
was no exception.
The old man was not travelling fast, and the
miners could easily keep in touch with him,
resting when he rested, camping for meals when
he camped, and sleeping when he slept. So the
stampede was not so bad as some of the mad
rushes that had taken place when men travelled
night and day and fought for places before the
recorder's office on their return. Yet it had its
distressing features. When one carries food for
one day and he has been three days on the trail
there is a distinct gnawing beneath the waist-
coat, a void that aches. But gold, and the
clamour for gold, is a wonderful incentive to
buoy up men on the trail and make the weary
man forget his fatigue and the starving forget
his hunger.
When the stomach is unfed the temper suffers
FOR VY YOU HUOS A GUN IN MINE FACE, VAT?
not carrying more ; and all followed on the trail,
travelling light.
Travel in the northland is travel in the fullest
sense of the word. One staggers over twining
roots and boulders on an undefined trail, wind-
and men's spirits change. This was why some
of the more desperate stampeders went on, over-
took the old man, and held him up at the point
of a revolver. He had been seemingly uncon-
scious of his following — at least, it seemed so to
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those who followed— and he affected surprise
when he was confronted by the man with the
revolver.
"For vy you puds a gun in mine face, vat?"
he asked them ; and they told him, with many
adjectives, that they would shoot unless he told
them how far away the creek was.
" Vat greek ? " inquired the old Dutchman ;
"I'm nod goin' to no greek."
" Well, where did you get the gold you was
a-flashing at Demers's place," asked one of the
throng.
" Dot's my pusiness," he replied, ignoring the
fact that the barrel of a revolver was opposite
his nose. " Who asged you to gome to my
gamp ? "
There was something in that ; they had come
without invitation, and when the old man told
them he was bound to a camp he had made a
day's journey farther on, they ate their remaining
atoms of food and staggered on behind when
the> old prospector resumed the journey. By
nightfall next day some three hundred famished,
worn-out men, disgusted and angry, staggered
into a log-house on the water front at " Sucker
Lake." The old Dutchman they had followed
had disappeared. No one saw which way he
went — and they would have to give up the
chase. He had outwitted them and gone off to
his goldfields alone. So, tired, foot-sore, and
hungry, they all camped at the store on the lake
front ; there was food there. The log-cabin
had been barred for months ; weeds had grown
up in the paths ; but now the doors were thrown
wide open and three men stood behind the
counter.
The miners were, however, not in a condition
to bother about the significance of these things.
They were all famished, and here were pro-
visions—bags of flour and rows of canned meats,
very tempting to empty stomachs. It did not
matter if the price was high, even though it
was three times the price which ruled at Atlin.
Hungry men must have provisions, and they
must have supplies for the journey home — for
there was no gold at " Sucker Lake." They
almost fought for places at the counter, and bid
up the prices recklessly because of a startling
rumour which someone had spread that the
supply was inadequate for the whole throng.
By morning the shelves were empty, and when
his hired men turned in their takings Captain
Hansen— who, of course, had discreetly kept out
of sight — had many times the price he had paid
for the store. He didn't care if the miners
were angry ; no one had invited them to come to
" Sucker Lake," anyhow. But it was fortunate
for him that they did come — and also that
they didn't know till afterwards that he and
the elusive old Dutch prospector were one and
the same person.
Several months later the Emily S. came
in to Juneau, and Long Murray reported pro-
gress to Hansen, who had been sitting day by
day in the bar-room of the Green Light,
drinking rum and waiting for his vessel. The
schooner had a cargo of whalebone and many
furs, and the tale of the getting would give an
air of truth to Kipling's rhyme that " There is
no law of God or man to the north of fifty-
three." But Murray was quite willing to con-
cede that Hansen had beaten him in the race
for the goods of others.
Tlie " Flying Dutchman 's " last adventure will appear next month.
How two novices set out on a rubber - collecting expedition in the dense forests of
Central America, and the exciting experiences they met with. The moral of Mr. Cater's
stirring narrative appears to be that in the wilds it is not advisable to trust a man farther
than you can see him, and not always so far as that.
>
T occurred in the Central American
Republic of Honduras. Rumour
had it that the upper reaches of the
Patuca River were almost entirely
unexploited, while we — my tem-
porary partner, Anson, and myself — had it that
the region indicated simply teemed with rubber.
So thither we had journeyed, for rubber at the
time was fetching fabulous prices.
We pitched our first camp on the river bank
at a distance of about forty-five miles from the
coast. It consisted of the usual palm-thatched
ramadas — one for ourselves and another for our
crew of rubber-cutters— and the building of
these was but a matter of an hour or so. One
day sufficed to convince us that we had come
to the right spot, and at the close of it
we were pardonably jubilant. Rubber trees
abounded in quite extensive patches, and none
of them appeared to have been " tapped "
before.
"Guess we've struck oil this time, partner,"
said Anson to me, and I readily agreed. Nor
were our mozos less jubilant, for, in addition to
a monthly wage, each man was entitled to a
premium of two pesos, or native dollars, for
every hundredweight of rubber he brought into
camp, and the" foresaw a splendid and easy
Vol. xiv.— 10.
harvest. Often, after finding and tapping a
cluster of trees, the cutters have to tramp three
or four miles through the dense forest, and occa-
sionally even twice that distance, before they
come upon another, and then they must pass
the night wherever sunset finds them. But in
this case the patches of Castilloas were suffi-
ciently frequent and extensive to keep us busy
for many days, and within easy walking distance
of the river, so that our cutters were able to
return each evening to the camp and com-
parative comfort.
Our "crew" consisted of ten men — nine
Caribs and an Indian whose name was Diego
Casco. Had we known that the latter was an
"undesirable," it goes without saying that he
would never have entered our service ; but we
didn't. Everybody else seemed aware of it—
in fact, it was generally admitted that of
cunning thieves, lazy vagabonds, and out-and-
out scoundrels, there was none to beat Diego
for miles around. But we, in our ignorance
and precipitation, mistook him for an honest
man, and gave him an honest man's chances —
engaging him to complete our crew. In the
selection of such a staff one requires to exercise
considerable caution, but at that time both
Anson and myself were novices and unacquainted
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with the fact that a " patron " is very much at the
mercy of his crew. We proposed staying in
the bush for at least three months, and in
that space of time much may happen. Any
merchant in the country will readily purchase
rubber without asking awkward questions ; while
the stuff itself is sufficiently valuable to tempt
the weak. Should one's crew mutiny, therefore,
there is little chance of outside aid when the
nearest settlement is fifty miles or more away.
Our first insight into Diego's character came
on the third day after we had taken to land.
We rationed our men, as is the custom in such
cases, and, as rations go in Central America,
we were very liberal. We provided everything
the men could wish for
excepting meat, and that
the native labourer never
expects. Our only pro-
vision in this direction was
to appoint one of our crew
as " camp hunter," and
supply him with a smooth-
bore and ammunition. The
men took it in turns to
scour the bush for game,
and, since deer, armadillos,
guatusos, wild boar, tur-
keys, and native pheasants
abounded, the hunter sel-
dom returned empty-
handed ; but, failing fresh
meat, our mozos had to do
without, while Anson and
I fell back upon our re-
serve of tinned meats.
When it came to Diego's
turn to play the hunter it
appears that, instead of
seeking game, he idly
passed the day in some
neighbouring arbour, re-
turning to camp with an
empty bag just before sun-
down. I was abroad with the cutters that
day and had not yet returned, but Anson,
who had remained on duty in camp, met the
Indian as he returned, gun in hand, and
evidently in a very sulky mood.
" Well, Diego, what luck ? " he inquired, in a
pleasant way.
"None at all," was Diego's muttered reply.
" Didn't look for any, either," he added.
" What do you mean ? " demanded Anson.
" Surely you haven't been shirking the easiest
job in the camp."
" I ain't done no huntin', anyway. And
what's more I don't intend to do any," he
answered. " Besides," he continued, " why
THE AUTHOR, MR. ROWLAND W. CATER.
From a Photo, by Mitchell &■= Cooper, Hull.
should I tramp my feet off huntin' for meat
when you've got cases full of it here, an' all
ready for eatin'?"
" That's our private store, my man," retorted
Anson, rather hotly ; " and it's a bit too costly
to make it common fare."
" Well, I reckon we'd ought to share it, too,"
growled the Indian.
"Oh, do you?" came from my partner.
" And, pray, how often do ' patrons ' furnish a
meat diet? Why, even when you're at home
I'll warrant you get none."
Diego smiled wickedly, and toyed with his
gun. " I know I don't, an' that's why, when I
see it lying around here in plenty, I mean to
have some," was his im-
pertinent reply.
" Mean to, eh ? " howled
Anson, who now saw what
the fellow was driving at,
and was simply astounded
at his cheek. " Aren't you
flying rather high, Diego?"
he queried, rather caustic-
ally, but a derisive grunt
was all that the Indian
vouchsafed by way of reply.
" Anyway, if you take
my advice, you will not
forget yourself, or I may be
forced to strong measures,"
urged Anson, whose con-
trol of his temper was truly
creditable.
" Bah ! What could you
do?" rejoined the Indian.
" See — I have you nicely
covered," he continued,
nonchalantly. And, suiting
the action to the word, he
raised the gun to his
shoulder and, screwing up
one eye, glanced along the
barrel in a very ugly fashion
with the other. Whether the native really
intended to shoot at Anson or no is still an
open question, but shoot he did, for Anson —
naturally alarmed at Diego's action — instinctively
put his hand to his hip for his revolver and —
well, that did it !
Considering that scarcely ten paces separated
them, it is little short of marvellous that my
partner was not blown to pieees. Instead,
however, one tiny shot alone reached him,
lodging in his forearm and causing quite a
minor wound. With a savage howl he rushed
towards the Indian just as I arrived upon the
scene with the nine Caribs, fortunately in time
to prevent further trouble. Diego was soon
BUYING EXPERIENCE.
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overpowered and disarmed, and, precaution
being the better part of valour, we had him
bound and deposited in his quarters, for other-
wise he would be likely to pay us a surprise
visit during the night.
Serious as it was we nevertheless soon forgot
the incident, for the next morning, just as we
were sitting down to our five o'clock breakfast,
two of the Caribs, struggling beneath the weight
of the stalwart miscreant, put in an appearance
at the entrance to our hut. They had brought
the Indian thither at his own request, and,
standing there in front of us and looking rather
sheepish, he asked our pardon for his mis-
behaviour of the previous evening. His excuse
was a very lame one — more like adding insult to
injury — for he confessed to having com-
mandeered a bottle of our " fine old rye," which
he had consumed single-handed during the
day, the result being that he was quite irre-
sponsible on returning to camp in the evening.
We forgave him, however, and decided to forget
the affair, merely resolving to keep a closer eye
upon our stores in the future and to see that
Diego was never again permitted to handle
firearms.
A week went by, and our luck still lasted.
The men returned each evening with as much
rubber as they could well carry ; and had we
decided to terminate our expedition there and
then and sell off our produce at current
market prices the result would have been
highly satisfactory to all concerned. But it
was far too good a thing to leave, and we
resolved to continue not only for the stipu-
lated three months, but just as long as the
supply of rubber lasted.
On the twelfth day we deemed it advisable
to abandon our first camp and, travelling
farther up stream, commence operations upon
a new site, for by that time the near supply of
the precious goma was exhausted, and our men
had to tramp too far afield to enable them to
return by sunset. It was no easy job moving,
for altogether we must then have possessed
about sixteen or seventeen hundredweight of
rubber, represented by some fifty-five or sixty
bales ; and those which we could not accom-
modate in the boats we had to tow behind
us as we pulled up stream.
Eventually it became necessary to dispatch
someone to the nearest settlement for a fresh
supply of provisions, and, although we had not
mentioned it to him yet, we had decided to
utilize Diego for that purpose, while in our own
minds the start was fixed for the following
Sunday.
A few nights before, however, the mozo
whose duty it was to trim the camp lanterns
and let down our mosquito nets foolishly left
my net opened, with the result that I found it
simply swarming with the little tormentors when
I turned in. Two or three times I arose and
endeavoured to whisk them all out with a towel,
but it was useless — invariably a few of the more
wide-awake ones retired unseen to the corners
to return to business again immediately I lay
down anew — so I decided to try and smoke
them out. Rising once more I found my pipe,
after a great deal of groping, and charged it ;
then, not wishing to disturb Anson by striking
a match within our little apartment, I stepped
just outside the ramada, clad only in top boots
and pyjamas.
On reaching the open I at once observed a
light gleaming through the trees in the direction
of the mozos1 camp, which was situated some
forty or fifty yards farther along the bank. It
seemed strange that anyone should be astir at
that hour. Mosquitoes know from experience
that they have little chance of penetrating the
tough' hides of the Caribs, and thus they seldom
worry them as they do the white man, and never
sufficiently to disturb them in their slumber.
Nor could I find any other explanation of this
vigil, so the only remedy was to creep round to
the men's quarters and investigate for myself.
This I did, and from my hiding-place beneath
the trees saw that the marauders were Diego Casco
and one of the Caribs. The scoundrels, think-
ing that we were fast asleep, were carrying bale
after bale of rubber to the boats, evidently with
the intention of making off with a goodly portion
before sunrise.
" Tonto " (fool) Diego observed to his com-
panion as he helped him to shoulder a good-
sized bale of the precious stuff; "of course we
must take them both or they'll be after us in the
one we leave behind." These words gave me a
further clue. Besides the rubber, both boats were
going, so that we should not be able to give
chase ; and thus, with little more than one
week's provisions, my partner and I, with the
remainder of our crew, were to be left in the
bush, "fifty miles from anywhere" as Anson
sometimes put it, to look out for ourselves as
best we could. The plot seemed to have
originated with Diego, and under his instructions
the Carib was aiding him so rapidly in the
carrying out that the promptest action alone
could save the situation.
My first thought was to spring at the rogues
there and then, but a second one restrained me
and told me that, unarmed as I was, it would
scarcely be wise to tackle the twain single-
handed. I considered myself a match for any
of the Caribs in camp, but Diego— well, that
was quite another matter. The former were
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docile for the most part and of quite ordinary
stature, whereas Diego was an Indian, reckless
to a degree and a veritable giant.
At all events I must warn Anson, I reflected,
and straightway started off towards the ramada,
going as cautiously as I could. It seems, how-
ever, that in spite of my caution I had been
discovered, for, the sudden snapping of twigs
behind prompting me to glance over my
shoulder, I
wheeled round
just in time to
face Diego's
confederate.
" What does
this mean, Bart?"
I queried.
"It mean,
Boss, dat we
doan got no mo'
use for you at
presen','' was his
impertinent re-
Struggling to my feet I made my way round to
our hut, shouting as loudly as 1 was able as I
went, and it was not long before one of the
Caribs answered my call.
I wasted no words when he reached my side.
" Rouse all the camp," I yelled, excitedly, and
as he ran off to do my bidding I rushed breath-
lessly into our own apartment. Anson yawned
and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles as he
'TRIPPING OVER A SAPLING BEHIND HIM.
HE FELL UPON HIS BACK."
sponse ; and with the last word he rushed at
me, aiming a nasty blow at my head with a
cudgel. Stepping aside just in time to avoid
the blow, with a lucky shot from my right I sent
him reeling backwards and, tripping over a
sapling behind him, he fell upon his back.
I lost no time in springing upon him and
pinning him to the ground, but my advantage
was short-lived, for a moment afterwards I myself
lay beside him. Diego Casco had come to his
confederate's assistance and, creeping up in the
rear, had felled me with an unexpected and
terrific blow upon the head. The blow stunned
me at once — the usual panorama of stars follow-
ing it and then a long blank.
Somewhere in the neighbourhood of an hour
afterwards I regained consciousness. Gradually
everything came back to me, and, not doubting
that Casco and his companion were then well
on their way down-stream, I inwardly congratu-
lated myself upon the fact that they had done
me no further injury ere leaving.
The first thing was to arouse the camp.
tried to take in all I was telling him. "Come
off — you're gaming," he remarked, incredulously
at first ; but as soon as I succeeded in con-
vincing him that it was no fairy tale he was up
and wide-awake in a moment.
" Both boats gone, right enough," he ejacu-
lated, as we reached the river bank, " and about
a third of our rubber." Then, with that resource
peculiar to our Yankee cousins, he set about
discovering the next best thing to a boat.
" Gee-oshua's ghost ! ' 'he suddenly exclaimed,
with delight, " if the varmints ain't overlooked
some of the paddles ! That's good ! Now for
the boat," he added. Nor was he long in
making clear his intention, and in putting all
hands to work dismantling the ramada and
carrying to the waterside the canes of which it
was built. " It would take too long to cut fresh
ones," he gasped, and further explained how he
intended to fashion a raft of the canes and some
bales of the remaining rubber, for few products
are more buoyant than the latter when in the
crude state.
BUYING EXPERIENCE.
77
The canes were crossed and lashed closely
together, and the flooring thus made was firmly
secured over eight large bales of rubber, the
result being a splendid raft which had taken not
more than twenty-five minutes in all to make ;
and half an hour from the time I had come to
my senses found me, with Anson and three of
our strongest paddlers, starting on our chase.
We paddled for hours without a stop, and it
would be difficult indeed to describe our excite-
ment. The anxiety with which we scanned the
river ahead as we rounded each bend was
almost painful, and at one time Anson came
very near firing at a huge log anchored in the
middle of the stream
(for he had not forgot-
ten our little armoury),
and I must confess
that at first sight it
did look rather like a
boat in the distance.
bend and revealed two boats moored by the
river bank some few hundred yards ahead.
" Make a bee-line for the bank— quick, ye
varmints," squealed the American, excitedly,
"and hitch on to yon tree overhangin' the
water."
We were not long in carrying out these in-
structions and, having done so, he and I
quickly jumped ashore.
" Come on. We'll creep upon them from the
land side," said Anson, and, addressing the
Caribs on the raft, he added, "You fellows will
drift down to where the boats are and get into
conversation with the rascals. Spin 'em a good
"on and on we pulled, hoping to come upon the fugitives at eyeky turn."
On and on we pulled, hoping to come upon
the fugitives at every turn, but up to two o'clock
in the afternoon we had not sighted them.
Shortly after that hour, however, as we turned
a bend, hugging the shore as closely as possible
in order to waste no time, Anson gave a sudden
start. " Hailstones ! " he whispered. " If that
weren't a nigger's laugh I jist heard, my name
ain't Curly Anson no more."
As matters turned out, no change of name on
Anson's part was necessary, for a moment or
two later we all heard an unmistakable laugh not
very far away, and, moreover, a few more strokes
of the paddles brought us to the head of the
yarn, an' we'll do the rest. Now, off with
you ! "
The big American simply chuckled with
delight as we threaded our way quietly through
the forest, and every now and then pulled at his
belt to make sure that his six-shooter was handy.
" Say, partner," he laughed, " I guess this is the
longest journey we've ever made in pyjamas,
but it's big game we're after, an' don't you forget
it. Sport in the Rockies ain't in it with this."
The raft and its occupants naturally travelled
faster than we did and thus reached the ren-
dezvous first, although even when we armed
the thieves had not yet noticed them ; and as
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we took up our positions behind two huge trees
another hideous guffaw rang in our ears, while
we could see not only the scoundrel who uttered
it, but the scene which provoked it.
What we saw was the missing Carib —
Bart61ome, the thief— on his knees, earnestly
pleading for his life, while Diego Casco stood
over him with a cruel-looking
knife.
" No, no, amigo," the latter
was saying, " I can do the rest of
the journey by myself. You've
answered my purpose,
an' its safer to put
you out of the way."
The Indian giggled
as he said this, and
continued : " Safer —
yes, an' cheaper, too,
for it's little I'd get
out of this haul if I
had to split the rub-
ber with you."
"Ah, Diegito,"
wailed the trembling
Carib, "if it is the
rubber you're fretting
about you can have it
all — but only spare
my life. Surely you
wouldn't have murder
on your soul?"
"Dios! Another
life or two won't worry
me," was the reply,
followed by a broad
grin. " You do make
me laugh," the Indian
added. "Fancy you,
after all the bold
deeds you have boasted of, down there on your
knees pleadin' for mercy like some helpless
child.
" But time's up," he grunted, suddenly, and
the smile which he had worn a moment ago
gave place to a horribly fiendish expression as
he raised his knife ready for the blow which was
intended to rid him at once of his confederate
and a possible witness against him.
The blow never fell, however, for at that
moment theCaribs upon the raft hailed the
would-be murderer, who was so startled by the
unexpected salute that he seemed to be quite
dazed for a while, and stood there gazing
vacantly towards the river. But he was not
long in regaining his composure, and a few
seconds later darted to the water's edge, sprang
V.
DIEGO CASCO STOOD OVEK HIM
upon the raft, and prepared to hack its occupants
to pieces. Simultaneously Anson and I ran
from our cover and, rushing past the runaway
Carib, followed Diego to the raft.
" I've got a mighty fine bead on you, sonny,"
roared my partner, as he covered the raving
Indian with his trusty Colt ; "so ye'd be
wiser to drop that knife an'
give up."
" Mil diablos ! " That
was the reply the scoundrel
flung at us, and at once
the last sentence he ever
uttered ; for on seeing that
we had cornered him he
dived headlong into
he river and — well,
there is a great deal
of soft mud at t he
bottom of the Patuca
in places, and huge
boulders hidden be-
neath the water in
v others, with innumer-
\ able alligators, occa-
sional sharks, and no
end of strong cur-
rents ; so that in the
absence of evidence
it would amount
merely to specula-
tion were I to at-
tempt an explanation
as to why he never
came to the surface
again.
That is how we
recovered a goodly
with a cruel-looking knife." portion of our stolen
rubber.
And now for the sequel, although I am
tempted to omit it, since the "joke," if such it
may be termed, was distinctly against us.
Delighted with the success of our chase, we
shook hands with ourselves and each other all
the way back to ramp, journeying throughout
the night instead of resting, and landing there
early the next morning. Then came the hardest
blow of all — the five men we had left in charge
had disappeared, and so had the remainder
of our rubber ! Evidently taking a leaf from
Anson's book, they had fashioned a raft similar
to his, followed us closely down stream, passed
us under cover of night, and probably by the
time we discovered the loss had disposed of
their ill-gotten gains and reached a safe hiding-
place !
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How a band of youthful criminals launched forth on a career of bloodshed, and for months waged
a relentless war against society. Their terrible doings caused a regular reign of terror in Chicago,
but finally, after a series of exciting episodes, the outlaws were run to earth.
Chicago.
ARLY on the morning of August
30th, 1903, occurred the sanguinary
climax of as audacious and merciless
a series of outrages as ever blackened
the records of the great city of
Three boy outlaws, already steeped
crime and murder, walked into the
deeply in
car-barns of the Chicago City Railway Company
at Sixty-first and State Streets, and " held up "
the office of the cashier for the night's earnings
of the company. In so doing they murdered
two men and wounded two others, but for that
they cared nothing, since they themselves
escaped temporarily without detection,
very boldness of the crime committed in
the heart of a city of two million popu-
lation, and the callous recklessness
which produced such unnecessarily
fatal results, would of themselves have
sufficed to strike horror into the citi-
zens ; but when it is added to this that
there had preceded it a series of hold-
ups extending over several months and
involving several deaths, it may be con-
ceived that Chicago promptly woke up
and demanded justice on the perpetra-
tors. The people wanted to know what
the police were going to do about it,
and the police accordingly strained
every nerve to find the guilty bandits.
They remembered that holdup after
hold-up had occurred in the past
few months without anybody being
punished. Nor did the highwaymen
leave any clue by which they might be
traced. They vanished into the night,
and that was the last of them.
The story of these hold-ups was
always the same — some unsuspecting
men at work or taking their ease ; the
sudden appearance of three boyish
desperadoes ; a shot or two to break
the silence of the night ; and another
murder to be added to the list of Chi-
cago's crimes. Within three months no
fewer than eight men had died to the
sound of cracking revolvers in the hands
The
of these downy-faced youths, and at least half-a-
dozen others carried the scars of wounds. Otto
Bauder, Adolph Johnson, and B. C. La Crosse
were murdered in different saloon hold-ups, and
Peter Gorski was shot down during an attack
on his establishment. To vary the monotony,
T. W. Lathrop, agent for the Chicago and
North -Western Railway, was wounded during
an attack on Clybourn Junction, the station at
which he was agent. In nearly every case the
shooting' was wanton, as it was quite unnecessary
to proceed so fat to secure the booty. One
curious feature of the case is the very small
amount obtained by the robbers. The death of
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one saloon-keeper netted them only two dollars
thirty-five cents. At the next hold-up they did
somewhat better, since they bagged two men
and got fourteen dollars from each of them.
At this rate they could make more money by
honest labour, and they decided to go after
something big. The car-barn robbery followed.
It was in the small hours of the night of
August 30th that the dramatic finale to this
series of outrages was enacted.
The employes in the cashier's
office of the railway company
were busy balancing the re-
ceipts of the night. The last
conductor had just turned
over his money
and left the barn.
Suddenly sinister
shadows fell on
the floor, and
Frank Stewart, the
assistant clerk in
the office, looked
up in surprise. An
instant later a re-
volver cracked and
Stewart fell, fatally
wounded. Almost
instantly Henry
Biehl, another
clerk, dropped
from his stool
wounded in the
head, and William
B. Edmond was
struck in the thigh.
In an inner room
lay Motorman J.
E. Johnson, asleep.
He was awakened
by the sound of
firing just in time
to meet his death.
Then the bandits
broke open the cashier's desk with a
sledge-hammer and took from it two
thousand two hundred and fifty dollars in
silver and bills. Thirty minutes later the
youthful outlaws were sitting in the under-
brush of Jackson Park waiting for the day to
bring light enough to divide the plunder. Then
they calmly boarded a street-car and rode over to
the West Side, reading in the early morning news-
papers the account of their exploit. For weeks
not a car left the barns that did not bear in big
letters a notice offering a reward of five thousand
dollars for the capture of the murderers.
For a long time the police found not the
slightest clue to the identity of the criminals.
In the office exploded cartridges proved that
automatic revolvers had been used. The same
kind of shells had been found at the scene of
several of the other hold-ups, and since this
weapon was new to the highwayman industry the
police naturally concluded that the same persons
were responsible for all the crimes.
Then out of the clear sky came the thunder-
bolt of discovery. A young man named
Gustave Marx, who
had been drinking
heavily of late, showed
an automatic revolver
and boasted that the
police could not take
him alive. Chief of
Police O'Neil detailed
Detectives Quinn and
Blaul to arrest Marx.
At a saloon which
he frequented they
found this young
man. He was
quiet, self-con-
tained, and quite
master of himself.
Apparently he had
nothing to conceal
from the world,
but when the
detectives stated
their mission his
true nature flared
out. There was
• a sudden gleam of
steel, a flash, a
report, and Detec-
tive Quinn pitched
forward in his
tracks, dead. Blaul
was saved only by
a hitch in the
working of the
weapon. Before
Marx could right
the defect in the
mechanism Blaul
was grappling
with him for dear
life. Assistance came to the detective, and
he succeeded in securing his man. In Marx
the police felt confident they had secured one of
the murderous gang of bandits who had
terrorized Chicago for many months.
It had been understood among the band that
if any member of the gang were caught the rest
were to dynamite the prison to secure his escape.
Marx waited for a few days, expecting his
comrades to attempt to rescue him. It appears
:.AU1. WAS (JRAI'PI.ING WITH HIM FOR
DEAR LIFE."
THE "BOY BANDITS" OF CHICAGO.
81
that such a rescue was intended. According to
Peter Niedemier, the chief of the gang, the
attempt was planned. When the fewest men
were known to be about the station the outlaws
were to walk in at the front door, kill the man
at the desk and any other officers who happened
to be in the way, and then take the keys from
the gaol-keeper or blow off the lock with
dynamite. But Marx did not know about
this. He grew moody and bitter because he
alone had been captured, and concluded that
his accomplices had deserted him. Perhaps in
pique, perhaps in fear, he blurted out the full
story of the car-barn robbery and
murder.
Meanwhile his comrades, Peter
Niedemier, Harvey Van Dine, and
Emil Roeski, of whom the former
was leader of the gang and the
latter a weak youth whom they had
lately got to join them, had been
haunting the home of Detective
Blaul, whom they had decided to
kill in revenge for the capture of
their comrade. Fortunately for him-
self, however, the officer happened
to be out of town.
The outlaws devised several futile
plans to rescue Marx, but, learning
suddenly that he had made a con-
fession to the police, sought safety
in flight. It shows the desperate
nature of these young ruffians, not
one of whom was over twenty-three,
that they waited in Chicago for
weeks, though they knew that the
entire police force was hunting high
and low for them.
Word came to the authorities at
last that Van Dine and Niedemier
had been seen at a grocery store at
Clark, Indiana, where they had gone
to buy provisions. Immediately the
officers were rushed to the scene,
seven policemen arriving at Clark
from Chicago on a Friday morning.
They were met by H. F. Reichers,
who had reported the clue, and who
had tracked the trio secretly to
the " dug-out " where they were
hiding.
The position of the besieged was
an excellent one for defence. The
country was very rough, sandy, and broken, and
dotted at intervals with gravel-pits. Further-
more, the hut was on a hill-top, so that it com-
manded the approach from the railroad embank-
ment below. It was up this incline that the
police had to charge. The officers advanced in
Vol. xiv.— 11.
a circle, guided by Reichers, and were allowed
to get so near that they thought the robbers
had escaped. Driscoll, one of the detectives,
picked up a stick and flung it playfully at the hut.
There came a flash, a sharp report, and Driscoll
fell forward. At the same instant Roeski ap-
peared at the door, and was ordered to surrender.
He darted back into the cave, and promptly the
magazine guns of the bandits began to volley at
the officers. Concealing themselves behind trees
and bushes as best they could, the police returned
the fire. Suddenly, through the smoke, two men
ran crouchins; from the "du^-out." One of
HE RETREATED SLOWLY, STEP BY STEP.
them, Emil Roeski, sped away in flight, but
Harvey Van Dine, the second outlaw, was
made of different stuff. He had been a soldier
in Cuba and seen service in the Philippines. He
retreated slowly, step by step, keeping up a
withering fire meanwhile.
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A minute later Niedemier emerged from the
hut and fatally wounded Driscoll. The two
young desperadoes were not in the least excited
by the firing, but backed away toward the tracks
of the Michigan Central Railway, the revolvers
in each of their hands speaking steadily. Detec-
tive Zimmer exposed himself slightly, and Van
Dine shot him through the arm. Before he fell
to the ground another bullet from Van Dine's
revolver had entered his head.
With one dying man on their
hands and one very seriously
wounded, the police were in no
condition to give immediate pur-
suit to the robbers. Van Dine
and Niedemier had flung them-
selves flat on the railroad track
and were keeping up a steady
revolver fire, but presently they
retreated with the honours of the
day. Roeski, unnerved and
wounded, could hardly drag him-
self after his leaders. He was
oppressed by the fear that they
would murder him in order to
get rid of him, and he took the
PETER NIEDEMIER, THE LEADER
GANG.
The fugitives, driven to extremity, decided to
seize the train and escape. They sprang boldly
into the cab of the engine, where they found
Fireman Frank Coffey, the engineer being absent
at the time. Brakeman Sovea crawled over the
tender in an attempt to warn Coffey before
the outlaws should reach him. He arrived just
in time to confront Niedemier's revolver. The
outlaw leader commanded him to throw the
switch. The daring brakeman
refused to do so and grappled
with him instead, trying to wrest
the pistol from his hand.
" The man doesn't live who
can take a gun from me," said
Niedemier, coolly, and killed
Sovea instantly.
The unfortunate man pitched
head-first out of the cab with a
bullet in his brain, while the
terrified Coffey uncoupled the
engine from the train and flung
open the lever on a wild run
for Liverpool. A few hundred
yards away in the woods were
a number of armed farmers who
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GUSTAVE MARX, THE FIRST TO HE CAPTURED AND
WHO MADE A CONFESSION TO THE POLICE.
From]
"V
HARVEY VAN DINE, WHO SERVED AS A
SOLDIER IN THE PHILIPPINES.
THE FOUR "BOY BANDITS."
EMIL ROESKI, A WEAK-MINDED YOUTH WHO
WAS INDUCED TO JOIN THE BANDITS.
[Photos.
first chance to slip away into a cornfield by
himself. From here he retreated toward Tolle-
ston, Indiana, to which point he was traced by
five citizens. They found him in the Wabash
Station at Etna, lying unarmed and asleep, and
without any trouble captured him and sent him
to Chicago.
Directly the result of the skirmish became
known fifty policemen, armed with rifles, were
rushed to the front on a special train, and
the man-hunt was renewed. Van Dine and
Niedemier had cut across country for a mile
till they reached the tracks of the Pennsylvania
Railway. Here on the side-track lay a switch-
engine, with a train of cars attached to it.
had heard of the escape and were out to cut off
the fugitives. They reached Tolleston about
noon, just as the engine dashed past them.
Some of them ran across the plain to a curve of
the road, which swings round at this point, and
reached a locked switch, just closed by tele-
graphic order to stop the stolen engine. Here
Fireman Coffey stopped the engine of necessity,
but the bandits, with ready resource, forced him
to run it back for a mile along the track which
they had just traversed. There the fugitives
leaped to the ground and took to a swamp.
But they could not escape from their pursuers.
Hundreds of men were now out after them,
and they were trapped like wild beasts. Even
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83
as they fled a band of rabbit-hunters caught
sight of them crossing a fence into a cornfield.
The sportsmen turned loose a volley of bird-
shot upon the weary refugees. It caught
Niedemier full in the face, while Van Dine also
received his share in the hands, face, and throat.
The country was rough, and the outlaws were
weary to the point of exhaustion. It was easy
for the officers and farmers to track them
through the new-fallen Snow.
"The game's up," said the leader, and Van
Dine nodded a surly assent ; but for some time
they continued to exchange a rapid fire with
the enemy.
"There's no use killing any more of those
fellows. Let's give up," said Niedemier.
The two emerged from the cornfield and sur-
rendered. Chained wrist to wrist, their hair
matted with dried blood, their eyes haggard and
their faces pallid, these two beardless outlaws
were put aboard a train for Chicago. That
night they sat before Mayor Harrison and
there's no use killing any more of those fellows, let's give up,' said niedemier.
Chief of Police O'Neil, calmly confessing their
share in the four months' war which they had
just finished waging against society. Marx and
Niedemier, posing as desperadoes of the worst
kind, even confessed to murders which they did
not commit. Yet it is probable that Niedemier,
as a boy of fifteen, shot a detective in Ontario
for ordering him from the top of a freight train.
These curious criminal types offer a strange
study. They appear to have come by their
lawlessness legitimately, so to speak, lor the
father of Van Dine is a fugitive in Mexico and
Marx's father is in prison. Entirely without
moral instincts, these degenerates spoke of kill-
ing men as callously as other youths of their age
speak of shooting rabbits. Van Dine was an
excellent engineer, while Marx was a painter by
trade. But the fascination of criminal life
allured them. As Van Dine phrased it, "I wanted
something exciting ; something with 'ginger' in
it. That's all there is to it." Their nerve
stayed with them till the last. They were tried,
and the three leaders were con-
demned to be hanged, their
tool, Roeski, receiving a life
sentence. A few days before
the date set for the execution
Peter Niedemier made two de-
liberate attempts to commit
suicide. For weeks he had
been borrowing and saving
matches. He swallowed the
phosphorus of which the heads
were made, and then proceeded
to sever an artery in his left
wrist. He had boasted that he
would never die on the gallows,
and he did his best to keep his
word. But in this he did not
succeed. Too weak to walk,
he was carried to the scaffold
in a chair. Gustave Marx,
Harvey Van Dine, and Peter
Niedemier were executed on
Friday, April 22nd, 1904. They
left an appalling record of
bloodshed behind them. At
their merciless hands Otto
Bauder, Adolph Johnson, Ben-
jamin C. La Crosse, J. E.
Johnson, Frank Stewart, John
Quinn, J. D. Driscoll, and John
Sovea suffered death, and many
others were badly wounded.
Including themselves eleven
lives have been sacrificed to
pay the penalty of their wild
attempt to disregard the laws
of society.
THE TWENTIETH = CENTURY RAFT.
By Franklin Hayes.
Illustrations from Photographs by J. L. Ford, Portland, Oregon.
One of the marvels of the century is the cigar-shaped log-raft of the Pacific Coast. It is made
in the forests of the great North-West, and floated on river and ocean to port, where it is broken
up and sold. These rafts are the product of a year's work, and are often longer than the biggest
ocean liner. In this article Mr. Hayes describes how these leviathans are.constructed. and gives
some facts concerning their size.
HE business of taking timber to
market is performed in many
different ways. In places where
the trade is not pursued on a large
scale the forest-cut timber, hauled
from the forests to a convenient river, is there
laid flat upon the water and navigated down the
stream to its destination. This is what you see
on the tributaries of the Rhine and in Europe
general'}-. On the Vistula the logs are trimmed,
and when bound together in a large, fiat raft, with
habitations on top in which the navigators live,
start off on their long voyage. On the St.
Lawrence huge rafts formed of smaller sections
known as "cribs" are towed or guided down
the rapids by steamboats. Other rafts of
smaller size have sails upon them, and are
almost as easily managed as a boat. The
difference in the methods is due to varying
conditions and the natural difficulties which
Nature places in the path of the lumberman.
The modern tendency, as might be expected,
is in the direction of in-
creasing the size of rafts.
The problem which from
early times has con-
fronted the raft - maker
has been to get his timber
from forest to town as
expeditiously, inexpen-
sively, and safely as
possible. The more he
takes at one time the
more his expenses de-
crease, and, although the
risk in monster rafts is
greater than in smaller
ones, he is usually able
to get sufficient insur-
ance to cover a possible
loss from wind and
wave. Therefore the
modern raft-builder con-
ceives and carries out
projects in raft-construc-
tion which a hundred
— nay, twenty -five — years
ago would have caused an old-time lumberman
to open his eyes in wonder.
Even those familiar with ordinary modern
rafts will be amazed at the latest development
of the trade— the famous cigar-shaped rafts of
the Pacific Coast. Some few people have been
privileged to see these leviathans in course of
construction, and to them the series' of photo-
graphs in this article will recall one of the most
interesting and impressive sights to be seen in
the forest world. The great majority of people,
however, are ignorant that such things exist,
except, perhaps, from stray reports in the Press
of drifting timber from broken rafts, which
forms an ever-present peril to navigation.
. A running glance at the pictures will show
that the cigar-shaped raft is no baby, but a full-
grown thing ; that it has in it more feet of
timber than could be estimated in a month of
thought ; that each trunk in its huge body is a
future spar for an ocean-going craft, and that
mighty pinions hold in leash its giant strength.
From a]
rHE GREAT CRADLE IN WHICH THE RAFT IS CONSTRUCTED.
[Photo.
THE TWENTIETH-CENTURY RAFT.
35
In one sense only is it like a baby, for it may be
said to begin its life in a cradle — a cradle well
fitted to hold such a giant child. Near to the
forest wnere the trees are felled it is built on
the edge of the river, a long series of half-
circles of wood securely bolted together and
held in place by strong ribs of well-seasoned
growth. At first the structure appears to be
the skeleton frame of a great ship, but closer
inspection shows the ingenious arrangement by
which the framework, when lowered in the water,
may be separated into two parts. The ribs are
dovetailed together so dexterously that, although
the cradle is capable of bearing enormous
weight as it gradually sinks, the ribs can at the
proper time be released from each other by
means of key-pins. To build such a cradle is
the largest of the initial expenses which the raft-
maker has to meet, but once built it remains,
barring accidents, as the permanent receptacle
of the rafts. It is anchored to a row of piles
by means of so-called "anchor-boxes," end
sufficient play is given to allow the frame to
rise and fall with the tide.
The first photograph reproduced gives a good
view of this gigantic cradle, showing where the
two parts are joined together, as well as a group
of lumbermen in readiness to start upon their
lengthy labours. For it is no mere child's play
to build one of these monsters. A raft a year
is about the average rate of production, although
some have been turned out in the short space
of eight months.
It was in 1887 that the first cigar-shaped raft
was built. In form it
resembled somewhat
the raft here de-
scribed, but differed
from it in that it was
built on shore and
not in a cradle on the
water. Its construc-
tion and later history
taught the inventor,
Mr. Hugh R. Robert-
son, of St. John, New
Brunswick, many
valuable lessons.
Over five hundred
and sixty feet long,
with a depth of
thirty-five feet, it took
several months to
construct, and, rest-
ing obliquely on the
shore on timber foun-
dations, was launched
with considerable
difficulty. It was
taken in tow from Joggins, Nova Scotia, where
it was built, and came to grief in an Atlantic
storm. The hawser by which it was being towed
was snapped by the waves, and the huge logs,
separating when the raft burst, were scattered
far and wide. Another raft was quickly built
and taken a distance of seven hundred miles in
ten days. The inventor made a fortune out
of it, sold his rights for the Eastern coast, and
made his way to the Pacific. Here he put into
practice the lessons he had learned, and is to-
day the most successful raft-maker in the West.
The floating cradle was the first of his im-
provements, and no other is now used. The
logs, hauled from the forest to the shore, are
laid carefully on encircling chains along the
bottom of the cradle, hoisted and dropped into
it. by a donkey-engine. Gradually, but slowly.
the base of the cradle becomes covered, the logs
being carefully arranged for the sake of com-
pactness, and, as the number grows in height,
the cradle sinks in the water. From the
beginning the raft assumes a semi-circular shape,
tapering towards each end like a cigar. When
the raft is completed the top of the cradle is on
a level with the water, with the deck of the raft
about ten feet above it.
It needs, of course, strong chains to hold such
an immense mass of timber together. A main
chain, made of iron links nearly two inches in
circumference, runs fore and aft through its
centre. At right angles to the main chain, and
at intervals of about twelve feet, are smaller
cross chains. Connected with the main chain.
THE RAFT IN n
From a\
:radi.e, showing
THE GREAT CHAINS WHICH HOLD THE ENORMOUS
TOGETHER.
S OF LOGS
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IHK RAFT HEADY FUR. SEA — U.\E SIDE OK THE CRADLE HAS BEFN KE
From a] CLEAR OK THE OTHER PART.
these run to each side of the raft, and are there
secured to the encircling chains, which can be
plainly seen in some of the illustrations. All
the chains are so joined to the central chain
that when the raft is being towed the strain on the
main chain bears equally on all parts of the raft.
At each end of the structure is a bulkhead of
heavy timber, kept firmly in place by strong
steel cables. These bulkheads, however, are
not shown in our illustrations, because in the
finished raft only
that small por- £.
tion is visible
which is out of
the water.
As the cigar-
shaped rafts vary
in size, approxi-
mate figures only
can be given to
suggest how big
these monsters
really are. One
of the first rafts
built by_ Messrs.
Robertson and
Baines, at Stella,
Washington,
where the raft
here pictured was
constructed, was
about three hun-
dred feet in
length, and con-
tained no less
than four hun-
dred and fifty
thousand linear
feet of piling and
spar timbers,
valued at forty-
five thousand
dollars. Another,
perhaps the lar-
gest ever made,
was over seven
hundred feet in
length and fifty
feet wide. It
contained about
six hundred
thousand feet of
piling, or eight
million feet of
lumber, board
measure, and was
bound together
by a hundred
and twenty tons
of huge chain. This raft drew twenty-two and
a half feet of water. Another raft, constructed
by the Robertson Raft Company, at Westport,
seventy-five miles down the Columbia River
from Portland, took over eight months to build
and cost thirty thousand dollars. It was six
hundred and twenty-five feet in length, with a
beam of sixty feet and a depth of thirty-two
feet ; it drew twenty feet of water. There were
five hundred and twenty thousand linear feet of
MOVED TO ALLOW THE RAFT TO DROP
[Photo.
TESTING THE CHAINS-
From a]
IN THE BACKGROUND WILL BE SEEN THE CRANE USED FOR SWINGING THE LOGS
INTO POSITION. [PhotO.
THE TWENTIETH -CENTURY RAFT
87
piling in this raft, and it was towed from
Astoria to San Francisco by two tug-boats.
Many of the most successful feats in recent
raft-construction have been due to the enterprise
of the Oregon Rafting Company of Portland,
Oregon, through whose kindly aid we have been
able to obtain our interesting illustrations. The
company owns immense tracts of timber land
in the North-West, and turns out these leviathans
yearly in a matter-of-fact sort of way which
occasions surprise to those not used to the
largeness of American projects. Were one of
their rafts to be built in England or Scotland,
we can imagine special trains being run to see
it. At the very least, it would prove a nine
days' wonder to the people and the Press.
When a raft is completed ready for its sea
voyage, with all its chains tested and tightened,
it is released from its cradle and floats "easily on
the water. The key-pins are drawn and one
part of the cradle is removed, as shown in one
of our pictures, in order to clear the raft from
the other half. Its departure from its birth-
place depends on the state of the markets and
the demand for lumber in San Francisco ; but
ordinarily it is taken in tow at once, and after
a voyage of a few days, with good weather, it
reaches port. Built in a narrow river, it is taken
down stream by a tug, with a stern-wheeler at
the after end for steering purposes. In the water
it looks like a monster whale, and its size makes
progress slow. Sometimes the rafts get stranded
in the river, and great difficulty is experienced in
getting them off.
The dangers to navigation created by these
sea-going monsters "are too well known to be
recounted at length. A fair percentage of the
rafts never get to port at all. Some of the
first ones launched on the Pacific Coast went to
pieces at sea, and for many months afterwards
the logs were drifting about the coast, to the
imminent peril of passing ships. Stray logs
from derelict rafts have been cast up as far away
as the Hawaiian Islands and the Mexican coast,
and it is not unreasonable to presume that
many of the ships which from time to time
disappear mysteriously in the North Pacific
Ocean owe their destruction to these floating
logs. The tremendous risk run by the raft-
maker in trusting such unwieldy structures to
the mercy of the waves is shown by the high
insurance rates, which generally cover only the
cost of construction. In' other words, a raft
insured for twenty thousand dollars is usually
worth three times that amount. One of the
rafts mentioned above was valued at forty-five
thousand dollars, and insurance of some sixteen
thousand odd dollars was placed upon it, the
rate of insurance — ten per cent. — being so high
that the owners did not feel justified in taking
more risk than was necessary to meet the actual
cost of construction.
When the rafts reach port they are quickly
broken up and utilized for many purposes. The
best logs are used for spars, and are disposed of
with little difficulty in local shipyards. The
piling is largely used in railroad construction,
and fetches about ten dollars per thousand feet.
So far as the total profit to the raft-builder is
concerned, this varies with the demand for
timber, but on some rafts a profit of twenty
thousand dollars has been made.
THE GREAT RAKT
From a]
ON ITS WAY DOWN
THE COLUMBIA RIVER — IT IS BOUND
A THOUSAND MILES.
FOR bAN FRANC1SCC
,EA JOUI
sEV OK NEARLY
[Photo.
Lost in a Labyrinth.
By R. Gordon Hill.
The exciting adventure that befell two schoolboys during a ramble in Surrey, told by one of the lads.
While exploring a long-abandoned quarry they got hopelessly lost in the labyrinthine maze of tunnels
and caverns, and spent a most uncomfortable time until rescued by some workmen.
NE fine day just before the beginning
of last term a friend and I set out
for a long walk to Godstone, in
Surrey. After walking for some
considerable time we came to a
large sand-pit, in the precipitous side of which
were some great holes that seemed to lead into
the bowels of the earth. Having our full share
of that curiosity with which most boys are
endowed, we were immediately smitten with
a desire to enter and explore those interest-
ing gates to the nether world,
and accordingly asked some pit-
men who were sifting sand at the
mouth of the caves if we might
enter. They willingly gave us
permission, and volunteered the
additional information that the
quarry — for such it was — had
not been used for many years,
and that the passages extended
inwards for miles. This
sounded promising, not to say
romantic, and we made haste to
enter the nearest cave. Directly
we got inside the archway widened
out, revealing to our wondering
gaze a fairly high vaulted cavern,
the sides of which were pierced
by innumerable smaller tunnels
leading in all directions. This
whetted our curiosity still more,
and we went on. A main
passage seemed to lead directly
inwards, and along this we
quickly advanced. About
twenty or thirty yards farther
the tunnel took a sudden turn
to the right, and just at this
point a heap of sand blocked
up the floor nearly half-way to
the roof. Climbing over this,
we almost immediately found
ourselves in total darkness. We
were not to be beaten by this,
however, but lit a match and
cautiously proceeded.
At every step the place be-
came more interesting, and we
recklessly went on in what we
thought to be a straight line, not giving a
thought as to how we were to return or to
the number of matches we were burning. At
last we came to a point where we had to choose
between two routes, both of which looked
likely enough. We chose the one leading to
the right — alas! there was little right about it!
— my friend placing his walking-stick pointing
towards the entrance as a guide when we came
back. We then went on until my chum
made the discovery that he had only three
" THEY WILLINGLY GAVE US PERMISSION.
LOST IN A LABYRINTH.
89
From a]
MOUTH OF THE QUARRY.
[Photo.
more matches left ! This was disconcerting,
so we thought we had better turn back
and buy a candle, so as to explore this
mysterious place further. We therefore began
to retrace our footsteps, but presently the first of
the matches went
out. Another was
struck, and we
walked on, but to
our dismay were un-
able to find the
stick. At this junc-
ture the second
match began to
flicker, and terribly
soon to our now
anxious minds it
gave up the ghost.
W i t h only one
match left we began
to get somewhat
flurried, but con-
tinued to walk on
cautiously in the
dark, for we dared
not use that third
match.
The pitchy black-
ness of that under-
ground passage was
intolerable ; the only
thing with which to
compare it was the
plague of darkness
Vol. xiv. — 12.
P|
»
<r
THE AUTHOR (ON THE R
From
which befell the Egyptians, with whom I can
now heartily sympathize. In ordinary darkness
one can generally distinguish a white surface
when it is about three inches from one's nose,
but in this place I could not distinguish my
friend's features
even when my face
touched his !
Still we stumbled
on, hoping every
moment to see a
gleam of light ahead,
but nothing broke
the awful gloom.
We now began to
feel rather uncom-
fortable, and at last
I suggested that we
should strike the
third match rather
than remain in such
a horrible situation.
With infinite care
my friend lighted
that last precious
vesta, and we walked
on as rapidly as we
could in what we
took to be the right
direction. As we
went along I hunted
through all my
pockets for some-
thing to light before
IGHT) AND HIS COMPAN1C
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slightest
our last match followed its brethren into dark-
ness. All I could find, however, was a portion of a
Latin exercise, with an ancient school cricket-
card. The Latin exercise I crumpled up like a
torch, and when the match gave signs of going
out I lit it. When my torch burned down I
tried to light the cricket-card, but that, being
very thick, obstinately declined to light at all.
I was so busily occupied with my task as I
walked on that I paid no attention to my feet.
Suddenly, without the
warning, the
earth slipped away from
under my feet, and I
fell — down, down,
down ! Just at this
critical moment, of
course, the light went
out, and I alighted in
pitchy darkness. I had
fallen in something soft,
so was unable to judge
at first how far I had
descended. Presently, t
however, I heard an
anxious voice some-
where above calling out,
" Where are you ? Are
you hurt?" I was not
able to answer imme-
diately, my mouth being
full of sand ; but just as
I was going to reply my
friend also slipped into
space and crashed down
on top of me. Though
his foot landed a little
below my chest I did
not grumble, for we
both thought it was no
time for such things. When
my companion had recovered
himself somewhat he asked
me what had happened to the
light, and after hunting about
for some time I found that
I was sitting on it — or its
remains. At this intelligence
I heard my friend give a
groan, and to keep him com
pany I groaned too. It was then suggested
that we should turn out our pockets to see
if there was. a stray match anywhere. Of
course there wasn't— there never is at such
times. Reviewing the situation, we found
that we had one sandwich left — we had
started with a big parcel of them in the morning
■ — and a few coins. But what good is money
when one is buried yards under the earth ? It
EARTH SUITE
AND I FELL-
is of no more use than dirt, and I felt like
throwing it away, but managed to restrain
myself and tried to think of a way out of our
predicament.
There was a remote chance that the workmen
at the mouth, who had seen us go in and had
not seen us come out, would come in to look
for us. But this chance was a slender one
indeed, for it was just about twelve o'clock when
we entered the cave, and the men generally
have their dinner at that hour, and would,
perhaps, think that we had come out during
their absence. And, besides, the men
themselves had said it was a disused quarry,
so the hope of getting out was very small
indeed. After having thought over this
till we had got ourselves into a morbid
condition I endeavoured to cheer
my companion by singing a song,
but, unfortunately, the ditty ended
in a dismal groan, hardly calcula-
ted to cheer depressed spirits.
What on earth were we to do?
All this time we were nearly
frozen, for a damp
underground place is
always bitterly cold. I
had read somewhere
that entombed miners
always huddle together
to keep warm, so I
suggested to my friend
that we should do the
same, and by this means
we managed to restore
the circulation of our
blood. Presently I hap-
pened to mention to my
companion that we had
no water with us, and
as a result both of us
suddenly became con-
scious of a horrible
thirst. This was per-
haps partly accounted
for by the fact that we
had our mouths full of
sand from our fall.
" How long can a
fellow live without food
and water ? " asked my chum, dolefully.
" Three days, I believe," said I.
He groaned dismally. " I wish it was two,"
he replied.
I agreed, for the prospect of dying miserably
of hunger and thirst after three days is not
inviting.
My companion, willing to cheer me up, began
to tell me of a young adventurer who had had a
> AWAY FROM UNDER MY FEET
-DOWN, >OWN, DOWN 1"
LOST IN A LABYRINTH.
9*
Somewhat similar experience to ours and had
come out a couple of days later with white hair.
I instantly thought of my own locks, and won-
dered if they would be white when we came
out — if we ever did get out of this death-trap
alive. I decided in my own mind that white
hair would not suit me at all. My cheerful
companion then went on to tell me of a friend
of his, who had had a friend who went into a
mine under identically the same circumstances,
and how his friend's friend had played the lead-
ing part at the funeral. By this time I thought
it was my turn, and gave my companion a vivid
picture of our bodies being found, weeks after,
propped against the side of the cavern in a last
From a]
THE INTERIOR OF THE OUARKY.
fond embrace. After this we both relapsed into
a stony silence, until we began to think over the
vanity of worldly projects ; and it would fill a
book to put down all the vows we made for
amendment in the future if we ever got out, for
at that time neither of us had any hope of ever
doing so.
But all this time we had been getting colder
and colder, until I told my companion that I
could stand it no longer, so we began to walk
on again. We proceeded in what we thought
to be the right direction until we came across a
place where there seemed to be an air current.
We tried to follow it, but after tracking it for a few
yards it ended in a blank. This was very dis-
appointing, so we took another direction, which
ended in the same way. Then we felt along the
walls, holding on to the ends of a stick, my com-
panion feeling one side of the cave and I the other,
until I shouted out that I had found a tunnel
leading in a likely direction. We went along
this for a little distance, and I was beginning to
think it would end in a cul-de-sac like the
others, as it seemed to be going uphill, when I
came to a small hole, through which we crawled
and slid. It led into a kind of main cavern
below, which by its feel was something like
hat which we had found near the mouth.
Thinking this might be near the opening, we
yelled for help — not for the fust time
by any means — but no answer came back.
After shouting till we were hoarse we went on,
but found that the cavern
gradually got smaller until
it was too small to \v;ilk
upright. So we turned
back, and just then I slip-
ped over something,
which I found to be a
broken pitchfork. In
answer to my friend's
question concerning my
fall I told him what I
had found.
"Oh," said he, "that
shows that some work-
men must have been here
recently."
•But when I informed
him that it was broken
and had at least seven
years' rust on it, his new-
found hopes were dashed
to the ground. We then
sat down, feeling very
depressed and inclined
to give up the struggle.
It seemed hopeless to try
to find a way out of this
labyrinth of gloomy passages. Suddenly, in the
distance, we heard a steady drip, drip, and knew
at once that water must be somewhere near. Oh,
the joy in our hearts when we heard that welcome
sound ! We knew then that we could live for
perhaps a week, and that would be time enough
for our parents to find out where we were. To
most people it would not appear a very enjoy-
able prospect — living for a week on half a
sandwich and some sandy water. But it did to
us at that time.
So we crept onward in the darkness, getting
through holes and climbing up banks, while all
the while the delightful sound of the falling
water got louder and louder. Finally, after
wriggling through the smallest hole I have ever
negotiated, we slipped into some wet sand, into
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which we sank knee-deep. We could now hear
the water dripping within a yard or two of us.
My companion, after extracting a promise from
me that I would not move, went forward to
locate the spring. After having been away for
five minutes he told me that he had found it
at last. I made my way to him, and acci-
dentally rubbing my hand on his back found
it soaking wet, for all the time he had been
looking for the water it had been falling on
to him from somewhere above ! He then
tried to direct me to the spring, but was
not able to do so, and after I had been
looking for it for some time I was informed of
its whereabouts by the icy drops falling
down my neck, and even when I had dis-
covered it I accidentally got a mouthful of
sand, instead of the water I had anticipated.
Not caring to leave the
precious fluid, I spread out my
coat on the ground and we
both rested on it, until it
occurred to us that lying in
such a damp place would do
us no good. So we got up,
and after having gone through
what we thought to be a
tunnel, some way off, we found
that we had only been going
round and round the same
cavern ! I then remembered
an article in the history book
about the Ancient Britons, and
how they managed to obtain
a light by rubbing two pieces
of wood together. I instantly
put this notion into practice.
The only pieces of wood I
had about me were two pen-
holders, and these I started
rubbing for all I was worth.
As anybody could have pro-
phesied, however, my efforts
were all in vain. I then bor-
rowed my companion's knife
to attempt to obtain a spark
by rubbing it on the rusty
fork, which I had carried all
the while, but I only managed
to take a piece out of the
knife. This was all very dis-
appointing, so I lay down for
a little while, when suddenly
another bright idea came to
my mind. Why not dig our
way out with the old fork ?
All I could do, however, was to
scratch the roof of the cavern,
so I gave up the scheme in
despair. I then began to think of my school,
and how in the next number of the School
Magazine on the last page a neat little notice
would appear surrounded with a black border,
saying how sorry they were at my untimely end,
and giving a small history of my life and death
— as is customary with distinguished men.
Thus another weary hour passed away — we
could tell that by feeling the hands of our
watches — and still we were no nearer deliver-
ance. Would help never come, or were we
really doomed to perish miserably in this maze
of tunnels ? Presently my companion saw a
shaft of light leap across the roof of the cavern
and then suddenly vanish again. Thinking it
was only a trick of his imagination — for we had
fancied we saw non-existent lights before — he
did not mention it to me at first. But almost
WE SCRAMBI .E I IN FRANTIC HASTE THROUGH THE SMALL OPENING WHENCE THE
LIGHT CAME."
LOST IN A LABYRINTH.
93
immediately the light came again, and
remained.
I could not analyze my feelings at that
moment, and if I could it would require a
better pen than mine to set them down. So
I will simply say that we both of us began
frantically shouting, " Help ! Help!" Then, to
our inexpressible joy, an answering shout came
back, " Right, oh ! Where be you ? Come on
through here ! "
We scrambled in frantic haste through the
small opening whence the light came. We
found ourselves in the presence of a number of
pitmen, carrying lanterns and candles. After
shaking hands with them all, our first question
was, "How long have we been in here?" and
one of the men answered : " Well, mister, you
came in about noon, and it's now nearly half-
past four. We've been lookin' for yer since one
o'clock and had given' yer up once, but corned
across one of yer sticks, by which we knew you
were still in." They then informed us that we had
been going in the wrong direction all the while,
and upon my asking how far we w< re under-
ground I was told "over a hundred feet.'' It
would have taken us some time to dig our way
out !
We soon got out into the glorious daylight
once more, where for some time we blinked like
owls. Then, after rewarding our rescuers and
thanking them again, we set off for home.
But it will be many a long day before we forget
our adventure in the deserted quarry.*
*The manager of the quarry vouches for the truth of my story in
the following letter : " Sand-Pit, Godstone, May 13th, 1904. — On
January 15th last Mr. G. Hill and G. Ellis, who were passing the pit
for a walk, came in and asked me whether they might have a-look
down in the mines. I gave my consent and they went in. Being
underground about one and a half hours and not coming out again,
I concluded that they must have lost themselves, so I sent in some
of the workmen to search for them, and after searching for another
two and a half hours they came across them lying on a heap of sand
a long way underground. The caves have not been worked for
twenty-five years, and there is only one way out. It was very
fortunate that we saw them go in, or they would most likely have
been there now. — (Signed) \V. Bryant."
From a]
SOME MEMBERS OF THE RESCUE PARTY.
[P/wto.
THREE MEN IN THE WILDS.
By James Barr.
The concluding instalment of this amusing account of the trials and tribulations which
befell three " tenderfeet " in the great Canadian wilderness. Mr. Earr here sets forth what
happened when the trio discovered they had been abandoned by their guides, their doings
at Abitibi, and how they came to the end of their journey.
J^32*5
ammunition,
least," said
wishing
my
HERE was no doubt about it ; we
had been deserted in the wilderness !
We stood there and did the only
thing we could do — gazed at one
another. A wooded point which
ran out into the lake prevented us from seeing
what progress the rascals our guides had made
in rtieir dash for inhabited parts.
" We have the firearms and
thank Heaven," said Peters.
" And some provisions at
McWhinnie.
"And the tent," I put in, not
load overlooked.
" Yes, and our sleeping-bags. No, by
George ! Yours is gone, Chronicler," shouted
Peters.
Such a change as came over the spirits of
McWhinnie at this information I never beheld
in mortal man. Hitherto gloomy to the verge
of moroseness, he now burst into uproarious
laughter, holding his sides and stamping his
moccasins on the wet grass. It always strikes
me as wonderful how some people can bear to
see others suffer — yea, even go so far as to
laugh at that suffering and distress.
"The situation is redeemed," he shouted.
" The joke has rebounded ! "
His mirth was uncontrollable and contagious.
It infected Peters, and by rights I should have
been pleased to see my companions in such
good humour after their late gloom. But some-
how their gaiety failed to cheer me.
"It's going to be a cold night," roared
McWhinnie, repeating the words I had used
half an hour earlier. " It's going to be cold
to-night, I repeat."
To tell the truth, I bitterly regretted my lazi-
ness. The others invariably shouldered their
sleeping-bags for the first trip over a portage,
while I as invariably left mine till the last, in the
hope that a guide would take it. This time the
guides had taken it with a vengeance. So great
was McWhinnie's mirth that Peters was at last
obliged to lead him away from the brink of
the water, otherwise I think I would have had
the satisfaction of seeing him fall in. When
the laughter subsided Peters approached the
situation from the proper point of the compass.
He said : —
" The problem awaiting solution is, ' What's to
be done ? ' We are, as they say on this side ot
the Old and New World divide, 'up against it.'"
" I vote we go back," said the now cheerful
McWhinnie, " collect what belongings we have
saved, pitch our tent, and make ourselves as
comfortable as is possible. One thing is certain :
we must stay on this portage till someone with a
canoe happens along who will either take us off
or send help. We may as well set to work at
once to make the best of a bad job."
We had picked out a suitable spot for the
camp, and the tent was half up when, strolling
through the bushes from the Hudson Bay end
of the portage, up came our Indian guide. His
pipe was alight and his hands in his pockets.
Before we noticed his arrival he sang out : —
" Halloa ! You camp here ? "
This gave McWhinnie such a start that he
dropped the heavy tent-support in such a way
that it happened to catch me across the shins.
" Where in thunder have you been and what's
your little game?" McWhinnie bellowed.
So astonished was the, guide at this onslaught
that he let his pipe fall from between his teeth.
" What larks have you and your confounded
mate been up to at our expense?" continued
McWhinnie.
" Larks ? " The guide glanced at the bushes
and then at the sky. " Larks ? " he inquired.
" Me not understand."
" Nor do we. Why were we left on this
portage ? How came it that you sneaked past
with the canoes unobserved ? "
" Ue portage? De portage she end at head
of de rapid. You make de long portage, de
portage dat is only for make when no water is
in de creek. Sometime it is de long portage
she has to be make, but now de creek she is
all right ; she swims de canoe, and de portage
she end at de head of de rapid, one acre from
where we come ashore. You had gone on, so
we launch de canoe, load her up, and come on
to end of de long portage to meet you. You
not come dere, so I comes back to find out w'y."
" The portage ends a stone-throw from where
we came to land ?" gasped McWhinnie, sitting
down and folding his arms.
" Wy> yes. You not see she end dere,
no-o-o ? "
" No ; I'm hanged if I did ! " sighed
McWhinnie
THREE MEN IN THE WILDS.
95
'YOU NOT SEE SHE END DERE, NO-O-O
" And you not see, no-o-o ? "
guide, turning to Peters.
" My answer to that is
that I packed a horse-load
a quarter of a mile past
the blessed spot. Do you
think now that I noticed
the end ? "
" My bag all right ? " I
chirruped.
"All right," was the
reply.
I fled among the brush-
wood in time to escape a
tent-pole that came hurt-
ling my way through the
ambient air.
Crossing the Height of
Land on Thursday, May
2 ist, we navigated Lake
Matawgogig, Three Carry
Rt.w. Lake Agotawekami,
rattlesnake."
'• Wait for
queried the jiffy. Nevertheless,
and Abitibi River, tin- last portage of whii h
is named Dancing Portage, because of the
Indian's joy at having done with portaging
between civilization and Abitibi. On Sun-
day afternoon, May 24th, the late Queen
Victoria's birthday - - still celebrated in
Canada— we floated out on the bosom of
Lake Abitibi and beheld, far ahead on a
little point that runs out into the lake from
the right-hand bank, the Hudson Lay
Company's post.
" Hand me my camera, and look sharp
about it! This is the liveliest place for
animals I've ever struck, lie quick ! "
"What's up, McWhinnie?" 1 asked,
continuing to lace my moccasins, for 1
was not yet dressed.
" Sling out my camera
questions. I'm in a hurry.
"What are you going
time in the morning?"
" Morning to you, but
the afternoon to the unimportant rest of
the world. I'm about to photo an ox, if
you must know."
"An ox? Here at Abitibi ? (io along
with you ! How in thunder could there
be an ox up here ? You can't pack an ox
in a canoe, you know. Don't tell me —
"But I insist on telling you. I do
not pretend to know how they got the ox
here, but it's here. And of all the oxes or
oxen, or whatever is the plural of the bruu-,
this is the biggest, and as savag>
and don't ask
to photo this
well on towards
me ; I'll
I believe
be ready in a
you're trying to
A HUDSON BAY COMPANY CANOE CROSSING DANCING PORTAGE.
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infringe on Feters's Canadian - alligator catch
patent."
Our tent stood in the compound of the
Hudson Bay Company's post at Abitibi, Mr.
Skene, the company's representative, having
kindly allowed us to pitch it on a green that lay
between the storehouse and the great lake. It
was Tuesday morning, May 26th, beautifully
clear, bright, and warm, as are so many spring
mornings in Canada. As usual, I had suffered
from a bad attack of loss of ambition, which
allowed my two companions to get abroad some
hours before me.
Peters, having found an ancient French
Canadian newspaper wrapped round our latest
chunk of fat pork, was seated on a sun-smitten
rock translating French doggerel into English
doggerel, and with great reluctance was induced
by McWhinnie to leave the higher fields of
literature for a stroll in the more practical fields
of Abitibi. McWhinnie stalked on ahead, and
the three of us
passed first an
encampment of
Indians just ar-
rived with canoe-
loads of furs from
distant hunting
grounds, and then,
mounting a hill,
we skirted the last
long encampment
of those red men
who had gone to
the happy hunting
ground. Behind
this graveyard we
came upon a large
green field hewn
out of the dense
woods. In the
centre of this
space we beheld a
strange sight — a
gigantic ox, larger
than any I had
ever seen, har-
nessed to a plough
and bridled much
like a horse, most
of the harness as
well as the plough
being evidently
home-made. The
ox felt very fresh
and still more con-
trary, having spent
the long winter in
the stable, and he
THE THREE OK US PASSED AN INDIA>
ENCAMPMENT."
resented the more than insinuation that he
should turn to and work for a living now that
spring had arrived.
Two natives of Abitibi were using their best
endeavours to persuade him that his resentment
was useless. This he did not believe as yet, and
was arguing the matter out. He had got the
traces all in a tangle and stood facing wrong
way about, forelegs astraddle of the neck of the
plough, gazing at the ploughman while the man
with the reins tugged and hauled and spoke
Cree words with an emphasis that led me to
believe he was fully alive to the needs of the
occasion. Apparently the ox had heard the
words before, for he paid not the slightest
attention to them.
"What else can you expect?" muttered
McWhinnie, adjusting his camera. "An ox
hundreds of miles from where an ox should be,
driven by men who were intended by Nature to
slay great animals. A native of these wilds and
an animal cannot
live at peace. One
must slay the
other or be slain.
You, Peters, could
take charge of
that ox and have it
working smoothly
and happily in half
an hour."
"I don't know
about that, Mc-
Whinnie. What I
do know, however,
is that I'm jolly
well not going to
try."
"Not afraid of
an ox, I hope ? "
McWhinnie asked,
contemptuously,
glaring at Peters.
" I simply don't
wish to spoil sport.
This is a sports-
man's country, and
those who have
the ox in charge seem to
ine to be doing pretty well
without my interference."
" I believe you're afraid of a
stalled ox," muttered the irrepressible
McWhinnie.
The man at the plough-handles wildly
slashed his cap in the face of the ox, while
the other man heaved lustily on the port
rein, which, by the way, was a bit of clothes-
1 ne, and ultimately it dawned on the ox
THREE MEN IN THE WILDS.
97
that he was expected to 'bout face. This he
did with an appallingly sudden leap and
vicious switch of his tail, and off he went on
the jump down hill, the plough, shaking itself
free, pitching after the ox like a bounding
Dervish, while the man with the reins lost his
footing and was dragged helplessly along. Ox,
plough, and men ultimately brougnt up against
a heavy rail fence, where the animal, suddenly
losing interest in the proceedings, prepared to
lie down and chew the cud. Peters and I,
hands in pockets, roared with laughter, but
McWhinnie took it mighty seriously, fidgeting
the various stops and springs of his camera to
make sure everything was ready for business.
" This is a rare chance. Nothing less than a bit
of natural humour," he muttered to himself. "After
being so long in the company of you two a bit of
real humour is refreshing. I must photo it."
The driver handed the reins to his chum
what time he patched up
his torn clothes. Then
a do-or-die look settled
on their faces, and they
resolutely breasted the
task of getting the beast
up the hill and into the
furrow again. The ox
was, in his way, an animal
open to reason. He only
objected to ploughing,
having no rooted objec-
tion to dragging the
plough so long as the
coulter was not in the
ground. He was an ox
that believed in head
work as against mere brute
strength. But when, by
various machinations, the
two men sought to make
the plough-share slit into
the tough sod trouble
began instantly. The ox
ponderously whirled three
times round, despite Cree
swear-words and vicious
tugging on the reins ; he
upset the plough, twisted
the traces, and began a
series of spasmodic rushes
this way and that, for no
other purpose than to
complicate the general
chaos into which he had
got things. McWhinnie
looked on admiringly, and
presently, his artist blood
beginning to boil at the
Vol. xiv.— 13.
thought of so picturesque a situation, he started
to skip about from one side to the other on
the chance of a good snap-shot, occasionally
pausing to hollow his hand round the ground
glass to see what sort of a picture shone on the
surface of the glass.
At length the ox stood still, and McWhinnie,
burning with enthusiasm, bawled out to the men,
" Hold him there ! Hold him there, and I'll
have him in half a second ! "
Unfortunately, the men did not hear, but the
savage brute did. The ox swung himself round,
sighted McWhinnie and his infernal machine,
and then, lowering his head, charged quick as
a flash straight for our companion, who, intently
gazing on the ground glass to find the focus,
failed to realize the possibilities of the situation.
The beast was furious, and evidently meant to
bump McWhinnie's head against a cloud. As
for me I stood speechless, bereft of what little
; HE GAVK A GIGANTIC I-EAI' BACKWARDS.
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presence of mind I ever possessed. Peters, on
the other hand, rose nobly to the occasion, and,
photography on his brain, screamed out, " Get
out of focus, McWhinnie ! Get out of focus,
quick ! He'll develop you "
" Do keep quiet," growled McWhinnie. " I
want it in focus "
Next instant he became aware of an ox's head
rapidly spreading itself all over the ground glass,
and, glancing up to see the cause, beheld the
gigantic brute almost on top of him. For a
fraction of a second he stood terror-stricken,
then, with a war-whoop that startled the wild-
fowl on the bosom of Lake Abitibi, he gave one
gigantic leap backwards, accidentally snapping
the camera at the very moment the man at the
reins had thrown his
whole weight on one
line to swing the ox's
head clear of Mc
Whinnie's face. The
latter did not pause
to look back. With
a bound he cleared a
low place in the fence,
and, with his camera
streaming out behind
him by the strap, dis-
appeared past the
graveyard and down
the hill. When Peters
and I reached the
camp we found orders
had been given to
strike the tent without
delay and make off.
McWhinnie would not
hear of any delay. He merely said he wished
to go where black bear were abundant and
there were no oxen.
We had found Lake Abitibi a large body of
very shallow water ; indeed, although it is more-
than thirty miles long, east to west, it does not
seem to be much deeper than ten feet at any
place. Its waters flow by way of Abitibi River
to James Bay, and at first we thought of
journeying with the water, but Mr. Skene dis-
suaded us. He told us the river was a most
monotonous waterway, flowing through one con-
tinuous swamp. The country to the west,
north, and east of Abitibi seems to be so low
and swampy that the Indians are obliged to use
their snowshoes in summer to get over the
unstable ground. Mr. Skene advised us to try the
country to the north and east of the lake. Four
miles above the post a large river, the Whitefish,
enters Lake Abitibi, and this, he said, led into
a region of which he knew almost nothing,
having only heard of it from the Indians.
THK CAMP AT LAKE MAKAMI
It occurred to us that the head waters
of the Whitefish lay near the head waters of
perhaps the Gatineau or even the St. Maurice,
and that by way of a short portage over the
Height of Land we could make our way to the
St. Lawrence. Up the Whitefish we would go
and see what we might see. We felt reluctant
to leave Abitibi, its rapidly increasing gathering
of Indian trappers and fur-hunters, its black-
eyed papooses, its scurry of silent curs, and its
captive wild goose that dreamed great dreams of
vast wildernesses in the far north, but go we
must. McWhinnie had given the order, and
the ox was due back at its stable near our tent.
So off we paddled.
Three miles above the Hudson Bay post we
landed on a point to
consult an Indian who
knew part of the region
into which we were
bound. He proved to
be the noblest red man
we had met in our
travels. His camp was
well - appointed and
cared for, his people
warmly clothed, he
had no fewer than four
roomy tents for his
family, while large
slices of black moose
meat hanging to smoke
over a slow fire, and
hundreds of feet of
first-class fishing-nets
drying on bushes, told
of good living. His
beautiful papoose, swaddled and strapped after the
ancient manner of the red man, he stood against
a tent-pole for us to photograph. Seating him-
self on a log, he took up a piece of birch-bark
and drew for us a rough but intelligent map of
the Whitefish system as far as his knowledge
carried him. After buying a quantity of half-
smoked moose meat from him, we pushed off.
Wind blew and waves ran high on the lake, and,
birch-bark canoes being by no means heavy
weather craft, we were obliged to run for shelter
under islands and points, dodging our way until
we came to the mouth of the dismal Whitefish.
I will not go into the details of our journey
up this river, nor tell of the magnificent falls
and wild rapids round which we were under the
necessity of carrying our heavy effects, nor of the
splendid fishing we met with at our first camping
ground. Ultimately we ran out of the river, and
floated on the breast of a splendid lake which
the Indians call Makami, and here we stepped
upon the skirts of reluctantly retreating winter.
I'hoto.
THREE MEN IN THE WILDS.
99
On the evening of May 27th a storm drove
us to camp earlier than was our wont. Late
next day we made a start, but had gone only a
short distance when a wild snowstorm swooped
down upon us, driving us for shelter to a large,
low, swampy island, where, wet through and with
teeth chattering, we built fires and for the
remainder of the day watched the snow drape
forests and rocks in white. Friday, the 29th, was
a miserable day of blustering gales and scurries
of sodden snow, and that night it froze hard.
Saturday was a little better, but not much. By
this time we were heartily tirtd of awaiting the
pleasure of the weather, and although the
guides, who understood things, were loth to
venture out upon the rough lake, we gave the
order.
The crossing of that lonely lake was by far
:I SUGGESTED TO OUR INDIAN THAT WE HAD BETTER KEEP CLOSER TOGETHER.
the most dangerous part of our trip ; indeed, we
were too ignorant of the position of things to
fully understand the danger. The guides were
under no misapprehension and had a very
anxious time of it. I got a hint of the danger
when, noticing that the canoes were drifting far
apart, I suggested to our Indian that we had
better keep closer together in case of accident
to a canoe. He grimly answered that the
canoe that went over must accept her fate, as
to attempt a rescue would but add to the
extent of the disaster. Canoes are not built
for life-saving, I gathered from the way he spoke.
It was grand to see how the young French-
Canadian who paddled Peters handled his
canoe in the waves. He watched the lake to
windward, like a polo-player watches the green.
One moment he would back water to allow a
wave larger than ordinary to heave past ; the
next moment he would paddle like one possessed
and shoot his canoe from under the very crest
of a curler. He skipped in and out among those
waves as dexterously as a Highlander doing a
sword dance.
This storm proved to be winter's death flurry.
Sunday was a blazing hot day. Mosquitoes had
troubled us somewhat before the snowstorm, but
now they flew at
us in angry my-
riads. We were
just on the point
of beginning to
grumble at them
when down upon
us came the over-
lords of that re-
gion, the black
flies. There are
other wild beasts
in these wilds,
but they all
knock under to
the black fly. He
chases the bear
to the highest
tire tup, where
the wind helps
Bruin to sweep
the fly away : he
drives the frantic-
moose into the
lake until only a
head shows : and
he quickly makes
every other crea-
ture that roams
the woods long
for a land of per-
petual wini
In appearance the black fly is much lik
half-grown house fly : in effect he is epitomized
panic. His flight is silent, his ways crawly, his
touch so light that you do not feel him com*
go, while his bite remains painless long enough
to allow him to get away safely. The mosquito
is a gossiping fool to him. Wait till the poi
he has planted in you begins to stir ! For every
bite a lump rises, and each lump is a whole
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River. What
world of maddening irritation and "pain. When
ever we drew near the shore he met us in a
black fog. At one particular portage he came
so thick that when a comrade stood twenty feet
away he looked like a swirling pillar of smoke.
I do not like to write about the black fly. for he
turns life in the woods into a tragedy.
On June 2nd we ran up against the impossible.
We had navigated Makami River and crossed
two small lakes when, on entering a third lake,
we found ourselves confronted by mountains, the
tops of which we had made out two days before.
Here ended all chances of paddling our own
canoes any farther in an easterly direction, the
way we had set our minds on going.
June 4th found us paddling for civilization,
and that night we camped on the end
of a portage on the Makami
with paddling and the flies
and mosquitoes we were quite
done up. In the smoke of the
< amp fire we noble three sat, our
heads in our hands, each feeling
inclined to give up the intermin-
able fight with the pests. In the
gloaming there brushed past us
two Indians, who launched a
canoe and, without a word to us,
waited. 1'resent!} down the port-
age came a fat squaw, her back
heaped high with bundles, while
by a string she led an immense
brindle cat.
Xow the cats of this region,
being ferocious things, are 1.
tied by the neck to the tent-
pole, and on a journey are led
by a string. At times the cat
rides on the squaw's shoulder,
being assisted to that perch by
a sweeping jerk at the string
which, almost dislocating the
brute's neck, picks her out of
the grass and volleys her on to
her perch. There she clings for
dear life, spitting wickedness at
every living thing. As the
squaw brushed past McWhinnie
■hose back was towards her
— the cat opened its mouth
and hung back. The squaw,
with no more ado. the
string one mighty tug, and with a
squall of anger and tear the cat
swept into the air. McWhinnie
heard the squall, and, glancing
wildly round, beheld a spread-
eagled cat, with glassy eyes glaring, teeth
gleaming, and the claws of four great
paws spread wickedly wide, coming hurtling
through the air apparently straight upon
him! The woods rang to McWhinnie's hi
of consternation as he flung himself headlong
down the slippery bank and almost into the
rapids.
By the time we got him out the squaw
was paddling the canoe into the wild waters
below rapids, the vicious-looking cat still clinging
to her shoulder and spitting defiance at us. It
was not till we were about to turn in that
McWhinnie spoke. He said : —
" Roil me if you ever catch me in this stricken
land again, where oxen bite and cats fly ! Boil
me ; I ask it as a favour.1'
We promised.
MCWHINNIE BF.HE.LlJ A SPREAD-EAGLEU CAT COMING IIUI.Ii AIR.
A
A Gigantic Upheaval — A Freak of Nature — " The Place of Death.*' etc.. etc.
HE building of railroads in the moun-
tainous country of the South-Western
States of America is often beset by
many difficulties. The greatest of
these are the numerous mountains
through which the lines run. Often the whole side
of a peak has to be blown away with dynamite in
order to gain just a few feet of space upon which
to lay two rails and run a track. When the
White River division of the Missouri Pacific
being; built through the Ozark Moun-
tains recently tunnels were made through many
high peaks, while across others a deep trail
blown away. The striking photograph here re-
produced shows the explosion of no fewer than
six thousand pounds of dynamite during the
construction of the White River Railroad. In
the tremendous upheaval that followed over five
hundred tons of rock were dislodged, and a peak
almost thirtv feet in height was levelled.
- <vm m]
PLOSION OF SIX THOUSAND POUNDS OF I
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A charming old custom, which still
exists in Hawaii, is the subject of
our next photograph, which was taken
recently at Honolulu. People leaving
the island are decorated by their
friends with wreaths and bouquets
of sweet-smelling flowers — a sort of
fragrant souvenir of a pleasant visit.
As will be seen from the photograph,
the lady is literally garlanded from
head to foot with blossom. These
floral tributes are much appreciated
by visitors, and it would be a thou-
sand pities if the custom were allowed
to die out.
In one of the leading cigar stores
of Los Angeles, California, there is a
unique cigar-cutter arrangement which
A REMARKAP.LE FREAK OF NATURE — A TREE GROWING UP
From a) through a disused chimney. [Photo.
Nature plays curious tricks at times. On the
estate of the Hon. Henry Cork, St. Margaret's
Bay, Jamaica, West Indies, is the old abandoned
sugar-mill shown in the accompanying photo-
graph. The ruins are rapidly becoming hidden
by the luxuriant vegetation, but the most re-
markable thing about the place is that a tree
has grown up through the entire length of the
unused chimney, and is already beginning to
stretch out its branches at the top. The tree
has not taken root at the top of the chimney,
but extends through its entire length, the trunk
almost filling it in places.
A correspondent in Kimberley, South Africa,
sends us the little snap-
shot here reproduced.
" The house seen in
this photograph," he
writes, " is built entirely
of old military pails
fitted one over the
other. There are
several other buildings
near Kimberley made
of the same curious
materials, and very ser-
viceable dwellings they
make. All the houses
are inhabited by na-
tives." This house built
of pails is almost as
quaint in its way as
the beer-bottle hut we
illustrated some time
ago.
A HOUSE BUILT ENTIRELY OK' OLD PAILS.
From a Photo.
A l_HAK.MI.NG OLD HAWAIIAN'
CUSTOM— PEOPLE LEAVING THE
ISLAND ARE DECORATED BY
THEIR FRIENDS WITH WREATHS
OF FLOWERS.
From a Photo.
attracts the attention
of almost every tourist
visiting the city. The
ordinary cigar - cutter
has a small receptacle
underneath it capable
of holding compara-
tively few cuttings,
and it has frequently
to be cleared out. It
occurred to the pro-
prietor of the store in
question, therefore, to
ODDS AND ENDS.
i°3
take away the bottom of the cigar-cutter and
allow the cuttings to fall into a space below the
counter. While having the space prepared, the
A NOVEL CIGAR-CUTTER — THE SMOKER V
CLIPPING FIRST TOUCHES ONE OF THE LINES
SHOWN RECEIVES A MONEY PRIZE.
From a Ph,-
nearing the point where some fortunate smoker
will receive twenty-five dollars. When a line
has almost been reached business becomes
naturally very brisk with the enterprising cigar
merchant, every purchaser hoping that his
clipping will be the fortunate one to touch the
line.
The photo, next shown has a grim interest.
It depicts " T'chaka's Rocks,-' or the " Place of
Death," near Port Shepstone, Natal. This is
the place where T'chaka, the great Zulu King,
executed his prisoners. From the great rock
shown in the photograph the unfortunate victims
were hurled thirty feet down into the angry
waves below. The fierce undercurrents swept
them out to sea, where the waiting sharks
fought for their bodies. What awful scenes
these silent rocks must have witnessed in the
days when the tyrant T'Chaka spread terror and
bloodshed o\er the country!
merchant was struck with a bright idea.
He had mirrors placed so that the box
could be seen plainly, and offered a
series of prizes to the smoker whose clipping
first reached certain lines marked on the out-
side glass. The first clipping was dropped into
the receptacle in November, 1898, and every
day since that time some additions have been
made to the store. It is estimated that there
are now eight hundred thousand clippings in
the receptacle ! It has never been opened or
disturbed in any way since it was established.
Two prizes of ten dollars and two of five dollars
have been paid, and the pile of cigar-ends is
' THE PLACE OF DEATH," NEAR SHEPSTONE, NATAL — FROM THESE ROCKS THE
ZULU TYRANT TCHAKA USED TO HURL HIS PRISONFRS DOWN 1ST" IHF SEA.
From a photo.
The Chinese settlers in San Francisco carry
on a large trade with their native country by
the exportation of dried fish. The photo, on
the following page illustrates the method of
curing, which is certainly not lacking in sim-
plicity. It will be noticed that the ground is
completely covered with fish, which are spread
out to dry in the sun. As the climate is a
hot one, the effluvia from the fields thus
covered can be better imagined than de-
scribed, but the flavour imparted to the fish is
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particularly appre-
ciated by the Celes-
tial palate. After
the fish are com-
pletely dried the
Chinamen — who
appear quite
oblivious to their
odoriferous surround-
ings— rake them up
and pack them in
large bags ready for
shipment. They use
a curious method of
weighing, the bags
being suspended on
one side of a pole
over a man's shoul-
der while the weight is
attached to the other
end. Such things as
scales savour too
much of the "foreign
devil " to please John
Chinaman.
From a\
PACKING liKIhl) HISH KOK EXPORTATION TO CHINA.
[Photo.
Cast Away amonc
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AND NARRATIVE OK ADVENTURE IN THIS NUMBER.
"THE CRAZY TRAIN-WRECKER PITCHED FORWARD."
(see page 114.)
The Wide World Magazine.
Vol. XIV.
DECEMBER, 1904.
No. 80
HOW JEANNE SAVED THE PAY=TRAIN.
THE STORY OF A GIRL'S HEROISM.
By Philip G. Walters.
An exciting romance of the railroad. Two train-wreckers laid a dastardly plot to derail a Govern-
ment pay-train and secure the money it was carrying. Only a sixteen-year-old girl stood between
them and success, and her they made a prisoner. How she effected her escape and saved the
train, with the tragic denouement that followed, is set forth below.
OR several years
prior to the
month of Sep-
tember, 1864, an
uncouth, giant-
framed wood - chopper — a
man past his sixtieth year—
and his young son Jem had
been the objects of grave
suspicion in the backwoods
district of the Allegheny
Mountains, forty miles west
of Harper's Ferry.
There had been within
the past three or four years
many most mysterious dis-
appearances of individuals
known to have possessed
bulky wallets. The paths
pursued by the men figuring
in these disappearances were
all more or less accurately
traced to the
neighbourhood
of " Death Val-
ley," a remote
and heavily-
timbered ravine
away back in
the mountains,
near which the
red-haired man
— known by the
doubly - sugges-
tive sobriquet of
" Red " Bour-
quin — and his
son Jem had
pre - empted a
timber right.
While these
mysterious dis-
appearances
Vol. xiv. — 14.
JEANNE G,
From a]
IHE PAY-TRAIN KKllM
DESTKUCTION.
[Photo.
GENERAL VIEW OF THE COUNTRY IN THE DEATH VAI.I EN'
Photo. by\ BOURQUIN AND HIS SON LIVED.
were generally attributed to
this pair, it was said, at the
same time, that the son Jem
had no hand in any deed of
violence in connection with
them ; that, in fact, the old
man managed always to keep
the boy in total ignorance of
the lugubrious outcome of
their little business ventures
— the son being a willing
participant in the robberies,
but strongly abhorring the
taking of life which was sus-
pected to have followed.
Efforts were made from
time to time to bring these
crimes home to the pair, but
the unsettled condition of
the section, coupled with the
red-headed man's "foxiness,"
rendered all attempts futile.
Then there
came a time
when the neigh-
bourhood of
" Death Valley "
was shunned.
So uncanny was
its reputation
that nothing
would tempt a
timber-land
prospector, no
matter how
brave a man, to
go farther in
that direction
than the last
settled lumber
camp.
As a natural
result the pseudo
REGION, WHERE RED
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wood-chopper and his son presently found
themselves face to face either with honest
tie-cutting or raising the wind otherwise along
original lines. Since nobody came along to
be robbed, the highwayman business, of course,
died a natural death. No one realized this
more thoroughly than "Red" Bourquin himself.
And as the days passed into weeks, and weeks
into months, the outlook in " Death Valley,"
from his point of view, grew steadily worse.
One evening in September this strange couple
were sitting, despondently ruminating, in the
doorway of their log shack. Said the rascally
' THIS STRANGE COUl'LE WERE SITTING IN THE DOORWAY OK THEIR LOG SHACK.
old backwoodsman, presently, after cudgelling
his brain much longer than was his wont : —
" Now then, Jem — here's a scheme. It's a
winner for sure, and, what's more, no one don't
need to be killed, barrin' accidents."
His son's unreasonable reluctance to taking
life, by the way, " Red " Bourquin had never fully
understood. He had tried hard to bring the
lad to his own way of regarding the material
side of life — including other people's right
thereto — but without success.
The scheme which the villainous old back-
woodsman now proceeded to outline was as
follows. By some lucky— or unlucky — chance
word had reached the old rascal that upon the
night of Thursday, September 17th, close upon
eleven o'clock, a Government pay-train, bound
for Baltimore City, would pass through the
string of black tunnels under the Allegheny
Mountains. The train would consist of one
coach beside the pay-car, and a locomotive.
There would be four or five train-men, in
addition to the paymaster and his assistant,
aboard the train ; while a large sum of ready
money would be carried to pay off several com-
panies of discharged Federal soldiers in Balti-
more, whose enlistment in the Civil War had
expired.
While pondering the matter, seeking a
feasible plan whereby he could lay his dis-
honest hands upon these greenbacks of Uncle
Sam, the wood-chopper had suddenly recalled
the signal-station at the eastern end of the last
tunnel. At the head of a
lonely Allegheny moun-
tain ravine where this
tunnel terminated, the
Baltimore and Ohio Rail-
way had stationed a
watchman and signal-
tender. Close to the
mouth of the tunnel a
small, red-painted shack
had been erected for his
accommodation, and for
the storing of the signal-
flags and lamps. The
signal-house was also pro-
vided with a mechanical
device along a wall for
the throwing and con-
trolling of the tunnel
switches, of which there
were four.
A few yards up the
mountain there was a
small hut — that and the
little red-painted signal-
house being the only
structures of any description within miles.
It had occurred to the old rascal how simple
it would be to capture the signalman, tie him to
the posts of a bed in the hut, where he slept,
and then set the switches so that the rails would
fail to meet, meanwhile throwing a " bunch " of
false signals to the pay-train. These trains, by
the way, have right of track, as a rule, over
all other traffic, and seldom shut off steam in
running through tunnels.
The resulting smash-up, the wood-chopper
figured, should be so satisfactory to the prospec-
tive wreckers that "just plain accidents" ought
to dispose of the few men aboard the train.
Somewhat illogically, the old man convinced
the over-particular Jem that unavoidable fatali-
ties of this sort could not be put down to their
account. Leaving minor details to be arranged
later, this was a rough outline of the wily old
wood-chopper's plot. If all went well the
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109
finances of the two denizens of " Death Valley "
would be replenished lavishly.
Now, it so chanced that the regular signal-
tender at the dismal little tunnel-station which
was to be the scene of this infamous plot was
away from his post upon this 17th day of
September, and that in his place his young sister
Jeanne was temporarily in charge of the signals.
Jeanne Garth, a sixteen-year-old girl, had
come down to the tunnel-station that morning
from her home in Harper's Ferry to visit her
brother Henry, the signal-tender, " between
trains."
It is Jeanne Garth, spinster, who now, many
years later, gives me the details of this thrilling
night adventure with train-wreckers, modestly
attempting to minimize her own heroic share in
the exciting happenings of the night.
A very commonplace sequence of events,
which I will not dwell upon, had put Jeanne in
charge of the signals during a supposedly brief
absence of her brother a few miles down the
line. Unaccountably, however, he failed to
return, according
to his .promise,
by the last regu-
lar train before
midnight.
T bus the
young girl, to her
dismay, found
herself con-
fronted with the
prospect of a
solitary vit^il, ex-
tending through-
out the dark
hours before mid-
night, with the
sole companion-
ship of prowling
wild beasts. Only
a few days before
a savage black
bear had been
killed in the next
tunnel.
To be sure,
there was her brother's collie dog, Rab. That
fickle animal, however, after passing an hour
with the youthful signal-tender, had then taken
himself off into the hills.
Jeanne believed that at least she need have
no fears of unwelcome callers. Whole weeks
often passed at the little station without sight
of a strange face, save those of the passengers
on the trains.
As it got later and darkness fell, the girl
lighted the long row of signal-lanterns in the
little shack and began to read, striving bravely
to keep her mind off her gloomy surroundings.
It was after eight o'clock when she was
suddenly startled by hearing the collie set up
a furious barking a short distance up the moun-
tain side — quick, sharp yelps, which speedily
gave way to a muffled whine, and then ceased
abruptly. Jeanne hurried to the door of the
shack. Peering out, she was terrified to see two
men running rapidly toward the signal-house.
Both wore white masks across the lower parts
of their countenances, had their coat-collars
turned up, and their hats slouched low over
their foreheads.
The frightened girl turned instantly to shut
herself into the signal-house, but the foremost
of the running pair, a veritable giant, was too
quick for her. He reached the door of the
shack in a single bound, and before Jeanne
could take a step or cry out he had thrown
over her head a heavy cloak, which completely
stifled' the sound of her voice.
At her first startled glance Jeanne had noticed
HE REACHED THE UOOR OF THE SHACK IN A SINGLE BOUND.
that the second of the two strangers was to all
appearances a mere lad ; but she had no time
to observe anything further.
She felt herself lifted bodily off her feet in a
pair of powerful arms, and then borne swiftly
over the ground. After proceeding what seemed
a short distance, her captor paused ; Jeanne
heard a muffled conversation, and a door opened
close to her head; then, after having taken a
few steps, the cloak was removed roughly from
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in the small hut which her brother called home.
Here her captors proceeded to tie her securely
to the posts of the bed.
In spite of her terror she noted that the taller
of the two desperadoes was an uncouth back-
woodsman, having a shock of coarse red hair,
and possessing a bristling beard of the same
lurid tinge, which the mask partly concealed.
He was clad in an ill-fitting Cardigan jacket,
rough trousers, and the heavy boots of a wood-
chopper. The smaller man kept himself in the
background, but held a lighted signal-lantern
aloft in one hand for the big man to work by.
Almost directly after their prisoner had been
well bound the two men began wrangling,
Jeanne's own fate seeming to be the point
upon which they disagreed. The dispute waxed
hotter and hotter, and finally knives were drawn ;
but to the frightened girl's unspeakable relief
the scene of the battle was suddenly removed
from her sight by the younger stranger taking
to his heels, pursued by his companion.
To add to the terror of Jeanne's situation,
now that she was left to herself, a fierce
mountain gale sprang up. The wind came down
the mountains in powerful gusts, sweeping
through the funnel-shaped ravine and into the
broad, open mouth of the tunnel with a roar
like the boom of a cannon. The fragile hut
rocked and trembled in the blasts, threatening
every moment to collapse, while the rain came
down like a deluge.
Jeanne strove valiantly not to give way to her
fears, and tried to figure out calmly what could
have brought the backwoodsmen to this remote
tunnel-station at night. Why did they wish to
imprison her, a mere girl ? Vaguely she began
to realize that their visit had something to do
with the signal-work, and that it boded ill to
the trains running through the string of tunnels.
The hut was now pitch-dark, the lantern
having been dashed to the floor and extinguished
in the combat between the two men.
For several minutes Jeanne made a desperate
attempt to loosen the ropes which held her a
prisoner ; but she finally desisted, the bonds
being so skilfully arranged as to cause her
torture whenever she moved. Then the awful
thought flashed across her mind that the big
desperado, having succeeded in capturing and
murdering his youthful partner, intended to
come back to the hut and make an end of her !
The horror of this thought and the terrifying
experience she had been through were too much
for her, and she fainted. Presently, however, a
loud crash of thunder partially recalled her to
her senses, and she listened apathetically to the
heavy downpour of rain.
Suddenly the noise began to abate, and in the
lulls between the heavy gusts of wind she heard,
or thought she heard, cautious footsteps outside
the hut. A moment more and there came the
grating of a key in the lock of the door. Some-
one was stealthily making his way into the dark
room.
Jeanne felt a cold blast of air strike her face
as the door was pushed open, then saw a dim,
shadowy form — almost imperceptible in the
darkness — -coming slowly towards her with
extended arms. She attempted to cry out, but
her voice seemed frozen in her throat. A heavy
hand rested for a moment upon her upturned
face, and she knew that the mysterious visitor
had finally discovered her.
To Jeanne's delight, almost instantly she felt
the cruel ropes begin to relax ; the hands of the
unknown grasped her firmly by the wrists, and
in a moment she found herself unbound and
free ! For a moment neither the girl nor her
rescuer spoke a word ; the former too overcome
by the sudden change in her fortunes, the latter
seeming to be struggling with some emotion
which prevented him speaking.
" The old 'un's been playin' me false," came
at length to the young girl's ears from the gloom,
in a voice trembling with the fierce passion of
the untamed backwoodsman ; and Jeanne knew
then, from these few excited words, that her
rescuer was none other than the younger of her
two captors.
From what, in disjointed and almost in-
coherent sentences, the angry lad now managed
to reveal to her, the prisoner quickly learned all
that has been told, both as to the identity of her
captors and the rascally work which had brought
the two wood-choppers down to the almost
deserted tunnel-station during the dark hours of
night.
"There's murder goin' to be done in the long
tunnel this yere night," said the stranger, the
tense tone snowing the effort he was making to
control the anger which the treachery of his
parent had aroused.
"The agreement was," the voice continued,
" that, barrin' accidents in the smash-up, nobody
was goin' to be outed. Now father has gone
an' clean broke his word. He says nobody
must be allowed to leave the tunnel alive, in
case they should happen to recognise us an'
bring down the cops upon us ! Why, the can-
tankerous old catamount ! " Jem hissed, his
fierce anger breaking out of restraint once more
at the recollection of his fond parent's attack.
" He even tried to knife me I "
Much more of the same uncouth, passionate
language ensued. The young wood-chopper was
now apparently given over wholly to feelings of
revenge, even to the exclusion of his own profit
HOW JEANNE SAVED THE PAY-TRAIN.
in
dodge
in the prospective train-robbery. He wanted
now to get square with his treacherous and
murderous parent.
Jem had escaped the deadly knife by a clever
in the dark, and had then cautiously
doubled back to the hut, a plan having flashed
across his angry mind whereby, having released
the prisoner, she might thwart the entire rascally
plot.
His daring plan was nothing less than that
Jeanne should creep stealthily through the
ravine to the far end of the tunnel, a mile away,
over the roughest of dark paths, and there warn
the endangered train — stop it outside the tunnel
by swinging a red light across the track.
He groped about the room, found the lantern,
and lighted it while he outlined his plan — one
he would have undertaken willingly himself had
the circumstances made it possible.
It was a hazardous undertaking, even for the
bravest of men. How fearlessly Jeanne Garth
instantly set forth, nevertheless, upon this
perilous trip through the storm-swept ravine, in
the darkness of night, and how bravely she over-
came every obstacle encountered, I will now
attempt to relate.
Jeanne realized that not only courage was
called for, but that, if she wished to save the
lives of those human beings on the pay-train,
now resting absolutely upon her own effort, the
most instant action was necessary.
The moment, therefore, that her strange ally
had started back toward the tunnel, somewhat
fearful lest his own treachery had
been discovered by the "old 'un "
— and Jim knew full well what his
fate would be in this event — the
girl wrapped a man's heavy coat
close about her, drew a pair of
thick " German socks " over the
outside of her shoes, and faced the
black night, carrying the lantern to
light her way.
Almost immediately after start-
ing out upon this hazardous trip
through the dark ravine — she was
to follow the gully which ran along
the side of the ridge beneath which
was the long tunnel — Jeanne was
obliged to pass at one point within
fifty feet of the tunnel-entrance,
where at any instant the old train-
wrecker was likely to appear. The
bright glare from the shack, with
its rows of lighted signal-lamps,
was focused full upon the girl's
crouching form as she sped cau-
tiously past this dangerous point.
Scarcely had she left this peril AS*™
behind her than, as she stumbled blindly ahead
over the rough and slippery footway, her heart
again leaped in sudden fright as the cold nose
of some animal pressed against her free hand.
Springing back in alarm she turned the lantern
full upon the supposed wild beast, and recog-
nised with delight the well-known form ol the
collie dog Rab, whom she supposed the train-
robbers had killed.
A gnawed rope dangling from the faithful
animal's neck told a part of his recent experi-
ences ; and Jeanne learned later how, in attempt-
ing to stop the objects of his suspicion near the
cottage, he had been captured himself, nothing
but the intercession of the younger robber having
saved his life.
With courage renewed by this most welcome
companionship, Jeanne pressed forward almost
gleefully. When she had started from the cottage
she knew that she had about an hour — it being
then close to ten o'clock — in which to reach the
cut-bank,, three miles in length, between the first
and second tunnels. This was the first open
spot through which the pay-train would pass
west of the signal-station. An hour would have
been ample for her purpose, had not the fates
apparently conspired to throw obstacles in her
path. Space forbids my recounting the varied
perils she encountered. Time after time she
slipped upon the treacherous, rotting leaves,
falling prostrate upon the rain-soaked earth.
She collided, too, in particularly dark corners of
the ravine, with the giant oaks and masses of
ON THE "CUT-BANK — IT WAS NEAR THIS POINT THAT .!!
GARTH HOI'ED TO IN TERCEPT THE PAY-TRAIN. [PllOtO.
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rock and other debris deposited in her path by
the landslides. Once she was nearly hurled to
her death in slipping upon a boulder she had
leaped upon in attempting to cross a raging
mountain torrent, and only saved herself by
clutching at the projecting roots of a tree on
the farther bank.
Hurrying desperately onwards, in spite of
every obstacle, determined to warn the un-
suspecting men on the flying train of the perils
ahead, Jeanne was barely half-way to the cut-
bank when she was horrified to hear the loud
shriek of a locomotive whistle straight ahead of
her. She realized at once that this was the
warning signal of the doomed pay-train itself,
now rushing
ahead through the
cut-bank, at which
spot she had
counted on stop-
ping it.
So intense was
the poor girl's
grief because of
her failure after
the strenuous
effort she had
made ; so over-
powering her feel-
ing of horror as
she pictured the
now apparently
certain destruc-
tion of the pay-
train, that she was
unable for a time
to move or to
collect her be-
wildered senses.
Thus a whole
moment flew by.
Then the sicken-
ing recollection
suddenly came to
her that the train
must already have
covered half the
distance where
tne une ran in tne "she only saved herself my clutching at
Open. OK A TREE."
One, at most
two, minutes more would pass by, and then the
speeding locomotive would plunge into the long
tunnel.
As she cast a wild, despairing glance about
her on all sides, the girl's eyes suddenly rested
upon a low, slatted ventilator-box placed over
an air-shaft a few feet before her, which extended
from the upper surface to an opening — under
grown
would
nearly thirty feet of solid earth — in the tunnel
roof. The sight of this, and a lucky recollection
of a use the shaft had lately been put to, caused
a bright idea to flash across Jeanne's mind.
She would enter the tunnel through the air-
shaft and warn the imperilled train !
She remembered that men had been at work
in the tunnel at this point repairing a slight
caving of the walls and renewing a number of
sleepers which the damp air underground had
rotted. For their accommodation in reaching the
surface, and also to hoist debris and superfluous
material out of the tunnel, several good-sized
boxes, made of wooden slabs, had been fastened
by stout ropes to small pulley-wheels in the
slatted ventilator-
frame at the sur-
face. Surely, if
these baskets
would carry full-
men, they
bear the
light weight of a
sixteen - year - old
girl !
Everything
favoured Jeanne's
scheme. She
found that the
top had been re-
moved from the
frame. Grasping
the red lantern
fi r m 1 y in one
hand, so that by
dangling it over
the side of the
box its light could
be seen by the
approaching train,
she clambered
over the edge of
the great basket,
which was fortu-
nately at the sur-
face, and knelt on
the bottom.
Just then a
second shriek
from the engine,
as it plunged
into the long tunnel, so unnerved the brave
girl for the moment that she nearly lost her
balance and fell into the black shaft. Only
the most frantic haste now upon her part
could save the train. Already she could hear
the low rumble of the on-rushing engine, and
she worked desperately to start the box on its
downward journey. Again there was a muffled
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shriek from the whistle as the ponderous
machine bore down upon her ; the whole
tunnel trembled with the rush of the train. As
the box began to sink awful despair seized upon
the girl's mind ; she feared that once more
she would be too late !
With a long line of
straight track in front (if
him, narrowing gradually
down in the dark distance
until the parallel rails
seemed to unite, Engineer
Dean, of the Government
pay-train, peering ahead
from the cab window of
the heavy mountain-climb-
ing engine " Henry Clay,"
suddenly saw, by the light
of the head-lamp, a dark,
square object drop swiftly
from the roof of the
tunnel, five hundred feet
down the narrowing rails,
and then rest motionless
in the centre of the track.
Whatever mysterious ob-
ject this was, the engineer
noticed, wonderingly, that
it had a single glowing
red eye. Being in doubt
as to what the obstacle
was, he followed the rail-
road's wise regulation, and
stopped. Then, as the
locomotive came to a
standstill near the mys-
terious object, so that the
full glare from the head-
light fell across it, the
startled engineer beheld a
bundled-up human form
suddenly separate itself
from the square object,
and begin to swing a
red danger-light across the track. Jumping
quickly to the ground, the driver ran for-
ward along the track to meet this mysterious
signaller.
Jeanne said later that the engineer admitted
to her that he had grave doubts at first whether
she was a human being or just something which
had come down through the air-shaft in a land-
slide off the mountains.
Mud was plastered thickly upon the front
of the heavy coat, and there were broad
splashes of soft mud upon her face. The
improvised elevator-car had dropped down the
shaft so much more swiftly than she had
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'the full glare from the head-ught fell across it
anticipated when she untied the rope at the top
that the poor child's hat had blown off and her
hair was in utter disorder.
She managed somehow to stammer out an
incoherent explanation of the state of affairs to
the amazed engineer, tell-
ing him what was await-
ing the pay-train a short
way down the tunnel.
She also attempted to
give him a modest account
of her own perilous trip
through the dark ravine.
Engineer Dean was an
old, grey-haired man, and
as soon as he realized
in part what the brave
child had accomplished
all by herself he was too
overcome to utter a word,
but he deliberately bent
• over and kissed Jeanne's
muddy face.
The Baltimore Sun, in
its account of this thrilling
rescue, states that the
voung heroine herself was
the coolest person of the
seven who were now
assembled in the broad
circle of light cast by the
locomotive head - light.
The other train-hands and
the men from the pay-
master's department were
visibly excited by their
narrow escape from death,
and overcome by the un-
precedented heroism of
the young girl. It was,
in fact, a very pale faced
assemblage that gathered
in a circle about Jeanne
near the bottom of the air-
shaft in the tunnel.
And now comes the climax to this night of
perilous adventure : a denouement that would
make a fitting spectacle to close the most
thrilling melodrama. Jeanne had asked to have
the dog let down— he seemed about ready to
spring after her, a sheer fifty feet — and one of
the brakemen was pulling himself up the air-
shaft in the box to comply with her wish.
Meanwhile the Government officials and the
remaining railway men were concocting a plan
for the surprise of the. red-haired train-wrecker-
providing that scoundrel should not have already
become a'armed and made his escape.
Suddenly, above the fierce hissing of the
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escaping steam and the sound of their own
voices, they heard two shots ring out, some
distance ahead up the tunnel and out of their
sight. Almost at once the two reports were
repeated. A brakeman promptly started back
toward the train for a Winchester — a weapon
which pay-trains are provided with— for intui-
tively the listeners knew that the shooting meant
trouble.
As they watched anxiously the little crowd
saw a young boy running rapidly toward them
down the broad path of light cast by the engine
head-light. Before he had covered a dozen
paces, however, he began swaying curiously.
The watchful brakeman with the Winchester,
however, was just one second too quick for him.
The deafening report of the rifle blended with
the sharp crack of the revolver, and the crazy
train-wrecker pitched forward upon his face,
stone-dead.
Thus ended the murderous career of " Red "
Bourquin. The son, when they picked him up,
was quite dead. He had evidently persisted to
the very last in his refusal to participate in the
taking of life, and had fallen a victim to his
father's maniac rage.
A few words will suffice to finish my story.
Jeanne and her faithful companion, Rab, went
Photo. by\
THE ENTKANCE TO K1NGSWOOD TUNNEL, WHEKE THE ADVENTURE HAPPENED.
\ Grant.
He fell to his knees, staggered on to his feet
again, took three or four unsteady steps, and
then fell prone and lay motionless.
Then a second figure outlined itself suddenly
upon the track of light — a gaunt, giant-framed
creature, bareheaded, with tangled locks of fiery
red hair flying wild. Suddenly he espied the
motionless form lying a few yards ahead of him
up the track. Bewildered at first by the bright
glare of light, he paused abruptly and com-
menced to swing a revolver in a purposeless
way about his head.
The glare which flashed from the man's eyes
as he stood revealed to the horrified spectators
was more than the mere fury of a disappointed
and baffled robber. It was the glare of insanity
— the outcome of a fiendish passion rankling
long in a murderous brain. The man was mad !
Staring through the bright light he happened
to catch sight of Jeanne Garth hurrying towards
him with the others. With a snarl like that of a
wild beast he levelled his weapon full at the
girl. A loud cry of insane delight rang out, and
then the wretched man pressed the trigger !
through with the belated pay-train that night to
Harper's Ferry, one of the brakemen remaining
in charge at the signal-station. Jeanne's brother
showed up safely the following day. He had
been knocked unconscious in a runaway acci-
dent, and was thus unable to return to his post
as arranged.
The bodies of the two train-wreckers were
buried in the lonesome precincts of " Death
Valley." While the party which accompanied the
remains were exploring the old log shack where
the supposed wood-choppers had lived, they
found countless proofs, in small bits of personal
property, which convinced them, in so far as
they needed convincing, that the victims of
the many mysterious disappearances in that
region must have met their death at the ruthless
hands of " Red " Bourquin.
The newspapers mention a large reward
having been paid to Jeanne's father on her
behalf, the plucky girl saying that she herself
wanted no recompense for performing a simple
duty. This part of the story, however, the
modest lady did not even mention to me.
•
JiajorP.II.aPowellCotton.
F.Z.S.. F./P.G.?-
When, in igoi, Sir Harry Johnston — the discoverer of the mysterious okapi — announced that he had
found a five-horned giraffe the news was received with much interest and not a little incredulity. In
this article Major Powell-Cotton describes his trip to British East Africa in quest of the new species,
of which he secured some splendid specimens.
N 1 90 1, almost simultaneously with
the announcement that he had
secured the skin of the mysterious
and elusive okapi, Sir Harry John-
ston sent news that he had dis-
covered a five-horned giraffe on the Gwashen-
geshu plateau, which lies to the north-east of
Lake Victoria and to the east of Mount Elgon.
This latter piece of information aroused almost
as much popular interest as the former, and
also some little incredulity, one letter which
appeared in the papers going so far as to
suggest that the number five was probably a
telegraphic error. However, when Mr. O.
Thomas described the specimens before the
Zoological Society he explained that all old
bull giraffe from the north and north-east
of Africa possess five horns, while in the
*The so-called "horns" of the giraffe are really bony
excrescences of the skull covered with skin. The pair of
horns common to all giraffe are those found crowning the skull
above the eyes. In old bulls these are from four to six inches
in length, are often very rugged, and are in great part bare of
hair. In front of these is a single horn or lump, which, while
prominent in the northern species, is represented by a mere
thickening of the skull in the southern race. In addition to
these three horns, the presence, in the northern variety, of
another pair, about the size of hens' eggs, situated a little
behind and above the ears, has caused them to be called " five-
horned giraffe." — The Author.
southern giraffe the anterior horn was much
smaller, the posterior pair being almost invisible.
The Gwashengeshu specimens sent home by
Sir Harry Johnston were considered by the
Natural History authorities to be identical with
the true northern (or Nubian) form, the scientific
name of which is Giraffa camelopardalis ; but,
as the available material consisted only of one
head-skin and four skulls, it seemed to me that
this decision was based on somewhat scanty
evidence. I was aware, also, that in respect of
other varieties our national collection of giraffe
compared unfavourably with those of our Con-
tinental neighbours, who were devoting much
attention to perfecting them. When, therefore,
in January, 1902, I started on an expedition to
the equatorial regions of British East Africa and
Uganda, on my way to the Congo, I resolved
that I would do what in me lay to supplemenl
its deficiencies, at least in respect of the five-
horned giraffe.
A study of the game rules in force in these
districts revealed the fact that no one except a
Commissioner could shoot a giraffe -without
incurring various pains and penalties ; but,
when this study was supplemented by personal
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inquiries, it turned out that this prohibition
applied practically to white sportsmen only.
Thus, while the natives could slaughter promis-
cuously, and the Swahili ivory traders usually
shod their safaris of porters with giraffe-hide
sandals, the naturalist anxious to throw light on
the undetermined species of these animals was
entirely debarred from collecting them. It
therefore occurred to me that, considering the
poverty of their collection, the Museum authori-
ties would probably be glad to give what help
they could by obtaining for me the required per-
mission from the Foreign Office ; so I respectfully
suggested their making the necessary applica-
tion, on the understanding that I should here-
after present them with specimens at my own
expense. This modest expectation, however,
was doomed to disappointment. The directors
of the national institution refused point-blank to
move in the matter, though graciously intimating
their willingness to accept any specimens that
might come their way. In this difficulty I be-
thought myself of the Hon. Walter Rothschild,
a naturalist of great note, and one who is always
ready to assist an enterprise calculated to
forward any branch of that science. He at
once interested himself in the matter and pro-
cured the necessary permission. The following
is a brief sketch of the difficulties I encountered
in my quest of the five-horned giraffe, and such
success as finally crowned my efforts.
The first giraffe which I saw after leaving
Mombasa was on the way from Stony Athi
Station to Fort Hall, but, as the five-horned
variety was supposed to be found only on the
Gwashengeshu plateau, I did not pay much
attention to these. On arrival at Baringo I
learnt from the Collector, Mr. Hyde Baker, that
giraffe sometimes visited the eastern side of the
lake, coming from the Game Reserve, which lies
towards Lake Rudolf. He described the
big bulls as being almost black in colour,
and this being, by common report, one
of the distinctive marks of the animal I
wanted, my hopes rose high. The rains would
probably have commenced before I could reach
the Gwashengeshu, and no reply had come to
my request for information from the Acting
Commissioner of Uganda; so I decided to
search for them here, and set out three days
after my friend Mr. Cobb had left with the
greater part of the caravan for the Uganda Rail-
way, on his way home. Ten days' search over a
large extent of territory discovered no trace of
giraffe, excepting old tracks which all led north-
wards into the Reserve. I therefore returned
to the Government station. The Collector
next applied that I might be allowed to follow
them, but received the reply that, although I had
leave to shoot the animals, I was forbidden to
do so while they were in the Reserve, which,
being tantamount to saying that 1 might shoot
giraffe where there were none, may strike the lay
mind as a trifle nonsensical, though it is, I regret
to say, quite in keeping with the traditions and
practice of Foreign Office administration in East
Africa. The natives, as I have already stated,
slay the giraffe wherever they find them, and
without troubling themselves in the least about
any imaginary boundary-line, on one side of
which the self-same beast may, while on the
other it may not, be killed ; so that to draw this
subtle distinction for the exclusive benefit of
white collectors was a proceeding which for
ingenious absurdity could hardly be matched by
a set of pig-tailed mandarins.
There was, therefore, nothing for it but to
sit down and wait till the giraffe should take it
into their heads to repass the mystic boundary.
Fortune was kinder than the responsible-officials,
and at last the Suk tribesmen brought in news
that a small herd had moved south. Almost at
the same time a party of my men returned from
the rail, and I made a fresh start on June 3rd.
We climbed the first two steps of the escarpment,
making our way over rough, stone-strewn ground
covered with thorn trees, then crossed the spur
of a hill and camped by a little pool, where the
Suk were watering their flocks. Two days later
my Masai hunters found fresh giraffe tracks,
which we followed for three hours (seeing no
fewer than six rhino on the way) before sighting
the animals with the glasses. By this time it
was so late in the day and camp so far off that,
even if I shot one, I could not hope to get the
skin off before dark ; so I returned to the nearest
water and sent for my men to pitch camp there.
An early start and an hour's march through
thorn scrub brought us to the edge of a great
grass plain, dotted about on which were eland,
Grant's gazelle, rhino, ostrich, and oryx, while
near the centre, slowly stalking in our direction,
were three giraffe. At length, after many halts,
all three reached some thorn bushes about a
thousand yards from us, and we started towards
them, to find the place very open and the
bushes affording but the scantiest of cover.
Leaving all my men behind, I crept and
crawled forward till I reached a clump
of dead wood some hundred and fifty yards
from the nearest beast. With the aid of the
glasses I decided that all were full-grown cows,
and, as the South Kensington Museum wanted
one, I selected the largest " horns," and, wait-
ing till their owner moved into the open,
fired at her shoulder with my Jeffery -400
cordite. The beast reeled and almost fell,
but recovered and turned to move off as
IN SEARCH OF THE FIVE -HORNED GIRAFFE.
117
-'*j.
THE FIKST GIRAFFK KILLED AT BAR1NGO, NOW AT THE SOUTH KENSINGTON MUSEUM.
From a Photo.
I hit it with the other barrel. Her com-
panions had meanwhile quitted their feeding
and stood looking at me in a bewildered sort
of way ; nor did they move when I followed
the wounded one. To end it quickly I fired
its being set up at
home. It stood thir-
teen feet ten inches,
and measured eight
feet two inches in
girth behind the
shoulder. The blot-
ches were rich red in
colour, of all shapes,
with broken edges,
but each correspond-
ing more or less to
the side of the blotch
next it, as though a
piece of crazy patch-
work had been un-
picked, frayed, and
stitched on to a cream-
yellow ground, leaving
as equal a margin
round each patch as
possible. On the
front of the neck,
however, there was
much more groundwork showing, while the
lower part of the legs from just above the knee
were a plain dirty cream colour. Having
skinned the carcass we commenced paring
down the hide, a tedious process, which
From a\
ALL HANDS AT WOKK FAKING DOWN THE UIKAFKE SKIN.
[PAoto.
another couple of shots, when it swayed violently
from side to side, its head sank, and it fell over
dead. After taking some photos of the animal,
one with my Masai tracker standing by its side,
I took a series of measurements as a guide to
requires constant supervision to prevent the
men shirking their work, for, if not .done
properly, the skin, from its great thickness,
becomes tainted and the hair slips off. The
thinning completed, the skin was hoisted on
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to a platform ready-built for it, with the neck
supported on a high pole, so that the air could
play on every part of the hide. Day and night
men were told off to watch it, and on the first
sign of rain every man in camp was turned out
to wrap it in great waterproof sheets — no easy
job on a dark, blustering night, as I know from
turning out many a time to hurry the men up.
Every morning it had to be taken down, folded,
and replaced, for, if allowed to get thoroughly
dry without this precaution, it would have been
almost impossible
to fold, and would
have cracked like
cardboard, even
had we succeeded
in this difficult
task.
Three days
later I found a
herd of six in a
small valley, led
by a fine black
bull; a long
crawl over knee-
punishing ground
brought me almost
within shot, when
they suddenly
bunched together
and bolted. A
more comical
sight than a giraffe
galloping it is diffi-
cult to imagine;
their long necks
sway up and
down, their un-
couth bodies roll from side to side like a ship
in a heavy sea, while their tails are continually
being screwed up into a knot first on one flank
and then on the other, and yet they get over
the ground at a surprising pace. A good horse
pushed to his utmost speed from the start can
manage to catch them up, but not so my mule,
so that after following a long way I had to leave
them and return to camp.
Two days later I espied, on the opposite side
of the plain to the one which we were searching,
a large herd, some lying down, others feeding in
a thin strip of thorn bush, some distance from
any other cover. We made a long detour, only
to find the giraffe very scattered, while some
herds of antelope grazing on one side of them
made any near approach impossible. For a
time I lay watching them, and in particular one
big bull, who stood sentry for nearly an hour ;
at last he moved, and, the antelope having mean-
while drawn off, I commenced a difficult stalk.
From a]
HOISTING THE SKIN ON A MAST TO DRY,
By means of the glasses I decided which was
the master of the herd, a much more arduous
task in reality than one would think, for beasts
were continually disappearing and coming into
sight again, so that it was puzzling to know if
one had seen the whole herd or not. I
would watch till every head was buried in
a bush, and then crawl a few yards forward ;
but, long before I could get within shot of the
bull, his watchful mates had spotted me, and I
could see long, mast-like necks rise on every
side and remain
erect and motion-
less, with eyes
fixed in my direc-
tion. Still I crept
on slowly, till the
whole herd drew
together, when,
starting to my
feet, I ran to-
wards them in as
crouching a posi-
tion as I could
maintain without
slackening my
pace. Fortunately
my quarry was
bringing up the
rear, and I crip-
pled him by a
shot in the stern.
The herd at once
broke into a
shuffling trot, but,
as they got into
the open, stood
waiting for their
master, who was moving very slowly. I was
uncertain how badly he was wounded, so
[Photo.
fired
other shots at lonsr
range
several wlw^. ,>,ulJ ,«,. .^,.&
before he fell, when his faithful band made
off across the plain. A fine sight they were
as they galloped past me, eighteen in all,
including two other rather smaller bulls,
and three little calves that had some difficulty
in keeping up with their mothers. It was
eleven a.m. when I obtained the shot, and my
men from camp did not arrive till three, though
a large band of Suk turned up by midday.
They were a striking-looking body of men,
naked except for a monkey-skin cape round
their shoulders and sandals on their feet, their
weapons long, slender spears, the older men with
their hair in bag-shaped chignons hanging down
their backs, while the younger bucks wore
theirs either daubed with clay into a sort of
pancake on the top of the head, or in short,
mop-like curls. Their chief strode forward,
IN SEARCH OF THE FIVE -HORNED GIRAFFE.
rig
mode of salutation,
for some meat, to
were welcome, but
and, having spat freely on his palm, grasped me
warmly by the hand, as is their usual unpleasant
He said he had come
which I answered they
as at the same time I
firmly declined their assistance in getting the
skin off, they decided there was nothing to be
done but go to sleep in the scanty shade of the
thorn trees till such time as the carcass should
be ready for them to fall on. A glance showed
what a far handsomer-looking beast the bull was
than the cow. It stood over sixteen feet in
height, and the large, even-edged blotches were
anxiety, but eventually the skin dried in much
better condition than I had ventured to hope.
The giraffe soon after this retired again to the
Reserve, and I made my way back to Baringo
Station, adding some fine specimens of other
game to my bag on the way. The giraffe-
skins were rolled in waterproof sheets and slung
from a pole, which two men carried, being
relieved by others at intervals. The skulls took
another man each to carry.
I now decided to try on the Gwashengeshu
plateau, where Sir Harry Johnston shot his
specimens. Mr. Hyde Baker was proceeding
From a]
MAGNIFICENT BULL GIRAFFE — HE STOOD OVER SIXTEEN FEET IN HEIGHT.
[Photo.
a deep chocolate colour, shading to almost
black in the centre. Hard work I had, making
the cuts in the hide myself — for, if that of the
cow had been thick, this was trebly so — and
then directing my men ; but so well did we stick
to our task that the skin was off just as more of
my men arrived. After we had taken what meat
we required I handed over the body to the Suk,
and a curious sight it was to see them cut it up
with their spears, the long hafts swinging about
in all directions and making it dangerous to
approach too close. It was dark before the
heavy skin, slung on a pole and carried by
relays of six men at a time, reached camp.
For five hours next morning I had as many
men as could find room on or round the skin
hard at work thinning it down, while others kept
sharpening the knives and fetching water for the
workers. At last it was done to my satisfaction,
and the difficult job of hoisting the heavy mass
on to the pole and platform was completed half
an hour later, when we all took a much-needed
rest. For several nights in succession we had
heavy rain, which gave me great trouble and
home on leave, so we marched together through
some lovely wooded scenery to the Ravine
Station, which lies on the edge of the Mau
Forest at seven thousand two hundred feet ele-
vation. Here I spent a pleasant ten days with
the Collector, Mr. Isaac, while my men carried
the trophies down to the rail. On their return
I set out with a couple of Masai guides for
the great plains, which only forty years ago
teemed with immense flocks and herds belong-
ing to that warlike tribe, but which now,
alas ! through the havoc wrought by tribal
warfare and the cattle plague, are wholly
deserted. After leaving the western confines
of the forest, we found ourselves in the midst
of vast rolling hills, covered with long, coarse
grass, and it was not till we drew near Mount
Sirgoi that the scenery changed. Here herds
of different kinds of animals grazed, as far as
the eye could reach, upon the prairie-like land,
so that it required but little imagination to
fancy oneself in some huge, unfenced Zoo.
From here, after a few days spent by a lovely
little salt lake sunk in a curious dip of the
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plain, we struck out towards the north-west,
where mimosa thorn made a dim line on the
horizon.
On the way to our new camp we saw a herd
of eleven giraffe, but, as I was not ready to deal
with a skin that day, left them in peace. Lions
roared several times in the evening, the men
keeping up quite a little circle of fires to guard
themselves and our goats from possible attack.
Next day we made a seven-hour circuit of the
country round without finding any giraffe,
although a little party of Dorobo said they
had seen a herd of forty only yesterday. These
people were busily employed digging up a sort
of bulb for food and devouring them raw. An
old fellow with one eye and a younger man were
both mere skin and bone, but the third member
of the party, a little boy, was in much better
condition, and to him they handed nearly the
whole of what meat we gave them. After some
hours' work next morning I struck a fresh track of
two bull giraffe, which I followed ; but the beasts
were very suspicious, and kept on the move
from a]
AMPS IN THK BARINGO KliCilON.
through a rather thick piece of thorn scrub. At
last I got close enough to one, and, as there
appeared to be nothing to choose between them,
fired two shots at it in quick succession. It at
once slackened its pace and enabled me to get
alongside and drop it with a third bullet. I
had left my men far behind, and they at first
missed me in some way, so that it was not till
eleven that we got to work. However, by
three-thirty, when the men from camp arrived,
we had done all the skinning possible without
turning the carcass over, which my two gun-
bearers and myself had found beyond our
powers. I reached camp after dark in pour-
ing rain ; signal shots and a lantern on the
giraffe-skin mast brought in a few of the men,
but the main body with the skin did not arrive
till next morning, after an uncomfortable night
in the wet, with lions prowling about. There
were still three men missing, for whom two
search parties were at once sent out, as I feared
they might have been killed by the lions. Every-
one was dog-tired, and it was not till late in the
afternoon that 1 got the skin thinned and
hoisted on to the platform. A stroll round
before sundown brought me close to three
giraffe — one a fine bull — within a mile of camp.
Soon after we came on some ostrich, and a
lucky shot dropped one of these extremely wary
birds. As it sat on the ground disabled it kept
swinging its long neck about, making vicious
dabs with its beak at anyone getting within
reach ; but my Masai guide ran in fearlessly
and, seizing it by the neck, held it down and
cut its throat. On my return to camp I found
the second search
party back — the first
had returned with two
of the men earlier in
the day — rhaving dis-
covered a porter half
dead with cold and
fright, perched in a
little tree ; there he
had spent the night, a
couple of lions having
killed and made a
meal off an antelope
close by him.
A few days later I
found a little party of
three old bull giraffe,
the tallest of which
looked by far the
largest animal I had
yet seen. They were
in very open ground,
and before I could
get within reasonable
distance to shoot had discovered me, so that I
had to fire at long range. However, my first
shot luckily crippled it, and, after an unwonted
expenditure of ammunition, it fell dead. It
proved to be seventeen feet three inches in
height, and a splendid specimen, which Mr.
Rowland Ward has succeeded in mounting,
with what excellent result anyone \isiting the
Natural History Museum in Cromwell Road
may judge. This skin gave us more trouble
than any of the others ; its great weight and
the length of the neck made it most difficult
{Photo.
IN SEARCH OF THE FIVE - HORNED GIRAFFE.
121
to hoist on to
the mast, but ai
I ist we accom-
plished it, and
i he two huge
skins standing
side by side
served, like twin
steeples, as a
landmark to our
camp. Heavy
showers of rain
gave us the
usual trouble,
but at last the
skins were dry
and folded into
immense pack-
ages. They
proved the most
awkward burdens
possible to get
safely over the
swollen rivers we
had to cross on
our way to
Mumias Govern-
ment Station. It
took some fifteen
men to each,
some carrying the
pole they were
slung on, others
DRYING GIRAFFE SKINj — "THE TWO HUGE SKINS, LIKE TWIN STEEPLES, SERVED
From a] as a landmark to our camp." [Pkoto.
that I at last
heard of th« ir
arrival at Mom-
basa. They even-
tually reached
England in good
order, and I had
the satisfaction of
feeling that one
of the great ob-
jects of my expe-
dition had been
achieved, and that
by furnishing the
South Kensing-
ton Museum
with a complete
pair of five-
horned giraffe I
had done some-
thing to put the
national collec-
tion on a level
with those of
Continental
museums.
As a result of
the four months
I devoted to the
search after
these giraffe Mr.
Lydekkor has
been able to
schillitigsi, a
variety described
steadying the package, while yet others had decide that the Gwashengeshu specimens are
to help the bearers to keep their feet on a new sub-species, which he has named G.
the slippery stones. At Mumias the skins camelopardalis rothschildi, and not, as previously
were sewn in a supposed, the
of gunny -bags, form, or, as was
and dispatched alternatively
to the head of suggested, G. c.
the Uganda HP V.
Railway at
Kisumu. In *$P -> . by the German
spite of the rail- W^E^**'^ "j^k naturalists,
way authorities jgr / "> f ?/*'.& '■'* ^?9Mh I H which was first
charging more '-Jfefr'-V^lTT^^'i'i*- *| found in the Kili-
for their carriage ^ ♦ "VA^Ho,'' manjaro district,
than they would ^B# *m*- "*nll^ flffi" The collection
for a passenger's s.*^i50fJP0 ' f" has also provvd
excess baggage, Myt^j^ JS / ' &*■ -*s*>!w that the animals
they were de- ^^,#T from Baringo
layed for many i^--'' ancl die ('.wash-
days on the tefe." engeshu are the
journey to the K|i| same variety,
coast, so that it lay , although these
was with con- are separated by
ings of relief Froma\ a bull giraffe's heai he five " horns." able for giraffe.
Vol. xiv. — 16.
Cast Away Among the Filipinos.
By George Leitch.
II.
A moving story of shipwreck and captivity. The author and his companions were shipwrecked
in the Philippine Islands, and fell into the hands of the insurgents, who treated them with the
utmost cruelty. In this instalment Mr. Leitch describes some of the incidents of his captivity,
the events leading up to his escape, and his final return to civilization.
ATE that same night we reached a
town called Botolan, and straight-
way we were put into the stocks
again. Our place of confinement
was a bamboo hut, filthy beyond
description. Rats abounded, running and
gambolling over us fearlessly. Oh ! the misery
of that terrible night ! Weary unto death, we
yet could not sleep, but lay there suffering
untold agonies of mind and body.
The long night passed at last, and next morn-
ing we were led out to execution. The people
assembled in the plaza, or public square, eager
to witness the last scene of this diabolical
cruelty. One by one we were placed in position,
when suddenly a message was passed to the
officer in charge and, after a hurried consulta-
tion, the order was given for us to be taken
back to prison. It would be hard to say whether
we would not have preferred death, if any choice
had been given us.
The same afternoon we were again taken to
the plaza, where the townspeople loaded us
with every kind of indignity and fiendish cruelty.
The wretched Chinamen were singled out for
special attention. Shaking with abject terror,
Ah Fong and the boy were ordered to kneel
down. They were kicked and cuffed and
buffeted unmercifully. Every horrible torture
was practised on them, and finally these Filipino
brutes began to hack at them with their bolos.
Every man in the crowd seemed anxious to
have a slash at the unfortunate Celestials.
Finally death mercifully put an end to their
sufferings.
As for ourselves, we waited in stupefied
unconcern for a similar fate. Presently atten-
tion was diverted from the butchered Chinese,
and Pears and I were taken apart from White,
on whose face was a look of mute appeal,
passionate, piteous. What would be the next
act?
It soon became evident, however, that the
mercy of death was to be denied us — for the
present, at least. Pears and \ were placed in
charge of an escort of armed men, and a little
later we left the town. I shall never forget the
look of terror with which the poor, lone White
waved us a last, sad farewell.
We were taken to a town called Cabangan,
about four Spanish leagues from Botolan, and
there the cruelties of our former treatment were
repeated. Food was refused us, and it occurred
to us that probably we should be left to starve
to death. But an old Filipino who had been to
sea, and whose feelings had been softened by
contact with the outside world, intervened on
our behalf and gave us each a plate of rice and
some water. We spent the night in the stocks,
however, and next morning the journey was
resumed. As we were quite unable to walk
farther a bullock-cart was requisitioned, and into
it we were thrown, bound hand and foot. That
afternoon we reached San Felipe. The heart of
the Presidente of that town seemed to be
touched at sight of our terrible plight, for he
ordered us to be given some rice and water.
Sleep we could not, for the people came flock-
ing to see us the whole night long, kicking us
and saying, " Coza, Americanos ? "
Next morning we were taken to San Narciso,
and the following day to San Marcelino, where
we again made the acquaintance of the stocks.
For the new ordeal that awaited us here we
were scarcely prepared. When day broke the
officer in charge came to our hut and released
me, but left Pears still bound. I had succeeded
in picking up a few words of the language, so I
asked what was to be done with my companion.
The answer was evasive. The Filipino merely
informed me that I was to be sent to Castil-
lejos, while Pears would remain where he was.
Probably that parting constituted the saddest
event of all this terrible experience. A great
wave of grief overwhelmed us both, and despair
unspeakable filled our hearts. We could only
gize wistfully into each other's eyes and bid
farewell, with no hope whatever that we should
ever meet again.
At Castillejos I was imprisoned underneath
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123
the Governor's house. It was idle now to talk
of filth, idle also to talk of ignominy and
cruelties. These were the rule ; anything else
was the exception.
In this squalid and miserable place I was
treated shockingly,
and received so
little food — for
days together I
had to go entirely
without — that fre-
quently I took to
gnawing the bark
and roots of trees
and shrubs. But
there seemed always
to be a wise Provi-
dence watching
over my destiny,
and hope flickered
constantly through
the blackness of
my despair. In the
town there lived
three Spaniards,
who were held in
partial captivity —
that is to say, they
were allowed to
go about as they
pleased, but were
forbidden to go
outside the urban
boundaries, lest
they should be
tempted to com-
municate important
information to the
enemy. These
Spaniards were ex-
tremely well-to-do,
or had been. They were Francisco Moreno, who
had been a flourishing civil engineer prior to the
insurrection ; Don Gonzales, once a consider-
able landowner in a town called Infanta, in the
same province as Castillejos, but whose land,
needless to say, was " appropriated " when the
insurrection broke out ; and Emilio Lopez, a
schoolmaster. These men showed me the
greatest kindness, and on many occasions risked
their lives to bring me food. The kind-hearted
Moreno especially would come and speak to
me and cheer me up. At other times he sent a
faithful old Filipino woman with food for me.
To my captivity was now added labour, and
very frequently I was sent out under a guard to
repair the roads or to clear up the grounds
around some of the principal houses. Often
when I had finished a hard day's work I
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would beg a little food, only to be met with a
harsh refusal or a volley of oaths, or both.
When 1 did come into possession of some
food in this way I had to cook it myself.
the methods I was obliged to employ \
not merely novel
they were exacting
and difficult.
Matches were the
greatest rarity, so I
resorted to the
primitive method
of obtaining fire.
I slit a dry bamboo
cane in two and
cut a small groove
in one piece, into
which I inserted
the other. Vigor-
ous rubbing did
the rest.
When I had been
about six weeks in
Castillejos the good
Moreno succeeded
in conveying to me
the information that
the British war-ship
Narcissus was an-
chored in the Bay
of Subig, about
three Spanish
leagues distant. I
surmised that this
ship had probably
been sent out tG
search for the
Water Witch. At
night I could see
the vessel's search-
light shining over
the mountains, but there was little chance of
escape for me ; I was too closely watched.
The Filipinos somehow divined that I knew
of the near presence of the ship, for they
hastened to assure me that it was only a
Japanese cargo-boat. The following day I
learned that the Narcissus had left the bay.
About the middle of December, as it seemed
to me, I could discern signs of unwonted
activity in the town. Couriers rushed hither and
thither on horseback, and I concluded that
American troops were close at hand. Hope
revived within me, but the following night the
brave garrison of Castillejos abandoned the
town in terror and fled to the mountains,
dragging me with them.
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what was happening they had fallen victims to
the deadly shower of bullets that was rained
'nto their midst. There was no semblance of
resistance ; those of them who could find their
feet scrambled off in wildest consternation,
leaving their dead and dying behind them. It
was all over in less than fifteen minutes.
There was nothing left for us to do, so we
speedily quitted the scene of our signal triumph
and retraced our steps down the mountain side.
That evening we halted at Castillejos, where
I had been imprisoned. Many of the inhabit-
ants recognised me, and their eyes kindled with
terrible hate and evil intent. But I knew only
too well their sneaking treachery, and I took
very good care that
they should not find
me defenceless. We
reached Subig on
the second day.
A few days later we
made another and,
as it proved, a more
hazardous expedition
into the mountains.
We penetrated into
these unknown fast-
nesses for seven or
eight miles. Sud-
denly the lieutenant,
who was proceeding
some distance in
advance, observed
the muzzle of a rifle
projecting from be-
hind a tree. The
next moment a shot
rang out, and imme-
diately the firing be-
came general. Then,
to our horror and
dismay, we found
that we had been
cleverly ambushed.
Instant action was
necessary, and in
face of the deadly
fire of an unseen
enemy retreat
seemed to be our sole hope of escape, so, taking
advantage of every little bit of cover available,
we hastily retired.
Finally, reaching the top of a high ridge we
determined to make a stand, hopeful that rein-
forcements would be sent to our aid. We
defended our position for more than two hours,
and at last a party of troops, sent out in hot
haste from Subig when the sound of firing was
heard, came up with us, and the attacking
THE NEXT MOMENT A SHOT RANG OU I
Filipinos then broke and fled. We tenderly
picked up our dead and wounded and returned
to camp.
We captured two of the enemy, and elicited
the information that the insurgent force in the
mountains was seven hundred strong, fully armed
and well equipped. They also stated that
Generals Hizon and Miscardo had planned an
attack upon our little garrison at Subig.
Now, our defences were notoriously defective
and the possibilities of defeat were very great.
Captain Hayson at once gave orders, therefore,
to have the outposts strengthened and trenches
dug all around our position. A little corrugated
iron building was chosen as the citadel of our
defence, and here our
sick and wounded
were placed.
But undoubtedly
we were in a tight
corner. Our force
was a mere handful,
and a determined
rush by a large body
of wild Filipinos
would certainly over-
whelm us. We be-
thought ourselves,
therefore, of the
American garrison
at Olongapa, about
nine miles distant
across the bay.
About two hundred
Marines held this
town, and the U.S.
gunboat Mindora,
commanded by
Ensign McCarthy,
patrolled the bay.
Captain Hayson de-
cided to send an
appeal for help ; but
who would bear the
message, and how ?
At length he deemed
it best to undertake
the journey himself,
and as I was the only
siilor among the lot I volunteered to accom-
pany him. Without delay we set out on our
journey. Borne along by a brisk breeze we
reached the Mindora in two hours. Darkness
had already fallen as we approached. The gun-
boat promptly challenged us, but we speedily
proved our bona fides and came alongside. Our
message was soon delivered and help was readily
conceded.
Without a moment's delay we started on the
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127
return journey, and all went well until we were
within half a mile of Subig, when suddenly a
banco (native boat), manned by eight Filipinos,
bore down upon us. They opened fire at close
range, but in the intense darkness their aim was
most uncertain. Captain Hayson replied vigor-
ously with several shots, while I eased the sail,
and we tore away from our assailants and
into the ranks of the invaders. They fought
bravely, they shouted, they cursed, they adjured
their gods to help them, pressing forward with
terrible fury, and every minute we feared that
the conflict would become hand to hand.
From the mere point of view of numbers we
were fighting against tremendous odds, and only
some active outside assistance would save us.
CAPTAIN HAVSON REPLIED VIGOROL'SLV Wi 1 H SEVERAL SHUTS.
arrived safely in port. Our comrades on shore
had heard the firing and feared the worst. They
were overjoyed at our safe arrival and the
success of our mission.
Just as the captain and I were seeking a
well-earned repast sounds of firing were heard
in the direction of our outposts, and the alarm
was raised. Already, however, the sentries had
been driven in, and the insurgents in strong
force were advancing rapidly to the main attack.
" To the trenches everybody ! " rang out the
order, and to the trenches we hastened.
How the minutes dragged ! At last, through
the thick darkness, we perceived the enemy,
and the next instant the fight became general.
For two hours or more we poured a steady fire
But assistance was at hand. Presently a
well-directed shell from the Mindora, which had
entered the bay unperceived, gave the enemy
pause. They hesitated, wavered, and finally
turned and fled in the wildest disorder, leaving
their slain and wounded on the field. Two of
our men only were wounded.
I remained with the little garrison at Subig
until the 5th of January, 1900. when I was
given the opportunity to proceed to Manila on
board the transport Taleena. I landed in the
Philippine capital barefooted, for my feet were
so swollen with much tramping that I found it
quite impossible to wear boots. Moreover, I was
dressed in the old uniform of an insurgent
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officer, and wore a Spanish bamboo hat. In
this strange attire, and tanned a deep brown, I
did not look the least like a true-born Britisher.
I inquired my way to the British Consulate.
I told the Consul my story, but he informed me
he did not believe a word I had said,, and
though I was in very sore straits he absolutely
refused to do anything for me. His treatment
was quite on a par with his former conduct
when he informed the Filipinos after our
capture that the Water Witch sailed under the
American flag and was manned by Americans.
The story I have related reveals what hardships
and cruelties followed upon this pronouncement.
Unfortunately I cannot recall the name of this
official, else I would willingly give it. If he
doubted my story, as he had a perfect right to
do, slight inquiry would readily have proved the
truth. The American officers with whom I had
served would very gladly have furnished him
with the facts.
I contemptuously shook the dust of the
Consulate off my feet — my bare feet— and pro-
ceeded to the head-quarters of Major Devol, the
then chief Quartermaster of the United States
Army in the Philippines. His attitude towards
me was very agreeably the reverse of that of the
British Consul. He received me with great
kindness, promised me employment as a
teamster, and handed me a note of introduction
to the corral-master.
I remained as a teamster for about a month,
when I was promoted to a superior appointment
up-country. I was put in charge of a post-
exchange, or regimental store — ■ somewhat
resembling the canteen in the British Army,
except that it is run by a civilian, who pays a
percentage of the profits only into the regimental
funds. This new appointment was in the town
of Dagupan, at the terminus of a railway from
Manila.
After a stay of about five months in this
Dagupan retreat I left the exchange and went
into the mountains in the province of Benquet,
and thence to Rosales, where I renewed my
acquaintance with mules.
Thereafter I followed a variety of occupations
until in February, 1902, I was seized with a bad
attack of malarial fever, and was obliged to enter
the hospital, where I lay prostrate for several
days ; indeed, the doctor who examined me
shook his head sadly, saying he did not think I
would last another month, but I merely laughed
at him and told him that doctors had said so
before.
One afternoon I went out of the hospital for a
walk and did not return. I wandered about the
town for some weeks, finding shelter in a
Sailors' Home.
Here I learned that an American sailing-ship,
named the Luzon and bound for New South
Wales, required ten seamen, and I resolved to
get on board somehow. Fortune favoured me,
for the ship was ordered to put to sea at once,
and in his hurry to secure a crew the captain
was not over particular, and I was one of the
ten chosen. Next morning we weighed anchor
and left Manila.
Our ship put in at Newcastle, and there I
reshipped on a four-masted barque called the
Drumblair, bound for Valparaiso. Thence I
sailed in a French brig to Iquique, thence on
the four-masted barque Springburn, of Greenock,
bound for Brake, near Bremen, in Germany.
Four months later we reached our destination,
and I at once proceeded to London, en route
to the Orkney Islands — home ! I had been
absent for a period of fifteen years.
The reader will be interested to learn what
became of my shipmates, who were torn from
me so mysteriously and tragically. I felt
intensely anxious, and lost no time in inquir-
ing respecting them.
I have already related how Pears suddenly
confronted me in the camp at Subig. A body
of American troops had found him, and had
brought him in more dead than alive. He had
been shockingly treated. He speedily re-
covered, however, and in a short time was able
to proceed to Manila. He wished me to
accompany him, but as there were immediate
prospects of a fight I elected to stay and have a
fling at my one-time tormentors. We then
parted, and I have never come across him since.
Just before leaving Subig I learned that
Captain Croker had been kept in prison at
Masingloc. The Presidente of the place was a
cold-blooded brute named Julian Estrella, who
decided to execute four prisoners on Christmas
morning. At daylight the wretched men were
brought before him. In cruel ribaldry he
assailed them with vile taunts, concluding his
oration by ordering them to be taken to a little
barrio about midway between Masingloc and
Palawig and there murdered.
They were hurried off to the place of
execution. Captain Croker was attacked first,
his assailants striking him with their bolos. In
desperation he pluckily retaliated with his fists,
and in the fierce and unequal combat he
succeeded for a time in warding them off, till at
last two cowardly ruffians crept up behind him
and stabbed him to the heart. While Croker
was thus pluckily fighting for his life the others
attempted to escape, but only one — a Spaniard
named Angel Gonzalz, whom I had met —
managed to get clear away. He got a good
CAST AWAY AMONG THE FILIPINOS.
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start and, completely baffling his pursuers,
reached Subig four days later.
And now — what of John Roberts and Alfred
Usher, the two seamen who disappeared so
suddenly from the wreck ?
Picking up a newspaper one day about a
month after my re-
turn to Manila, I
was surprised and
delighted to learn
of their safe arrival
in the town the day
previously. They
had passed through
terrible hardships,
very similar indeed
to my own.
In their despe-
rate peril they had
patched the dinghy,
and into it they col-
lected such things
as they could rescue
from the tide, which
swept furiously
along. In this way
thev saved some
clothing and twelve
cases of Bovril.
The scanty stock
of water in the
"breaker" was
speedily exhausted,
and thereafter the
poor fellows were
face to face with
utter want.
For twenty - one
days they drifted
along in this wretched condition, exposed to the
scorching heat of the sun and oftentimes also
to the fury of wind and wave.
Then one morning the fisher-folk of Loco, a
little town on the Island of Lubang, found the
dinghy lying high and dry upon the beach.
Tenderly they carried the almost lifeless seamen
to a house, where they administered a mixture
of wine and water. Gradually consciousness
revived, and the two sailors were very kindly
entertained, Sehor Calixto Livoro, the Presidente
of the place, giving them personal attention.
Both men made a speedy recovery. On
October 7th they left the place on board a
trading boat manned by four natives and bound
for Manila.
Misfortune dogged their way. When they
proposed to put into Santa Cruz the following
night they were pounced upon by a detachment
of armed Filipinos, who carried them as a prize
Vol. xiv. -17.
HE PI.UCKILY RETALIATED WITH HIS FISTS.
to San Francisco de Malabon, where they were
brought before a Tagalo colonel, who, after
examining them, sent them forward to General
Trias. This insurgent leader was disposed to
believe their story and let them go. For some
reason or other, however, he did not release
them, but referred
them instead to the
authorities at In-
dang.
From Indang
they were hustled
to Lipa, over rough
roads and through
weary jungles ; from
Lipa to Tayabas;
from Tayabas to
Manban ; thence to
Gumaca, to Lopez,
to Calaoag, and
finally to Guinayan-
gam — apparently
one of the principal
prison camps, for
here were incarce-
rated eighty Span-
ish officers, five
hundred soldiers,
fifteen merchants,
twenty Friars," and
eight "Ameri-
canos."
One day Usher
and Paul Wilkes, a
strapping big Irish-
m a n - - b u t an
" Americano " so-
called — made a
very determined
attempt to escape. Securing a "dug-out" that
lay in the bay, they paddled away for dear life,
but their little craft capsized and they were
obliged to swim ashore. They lived in the
bush for three days, but were eventually rounded
up, and, though they made a gallant stand against
their captors, were overwhelmed and marched
back in triumph to prison.
Another attempt, however, was more success-
ful, and early one morning Roberts and Usher
and four Spaniards stole away from the place
in an old ship's boat. Once out in the open
sea they sighted several ships, and at last were
able to hail the schooner Cecilia, bound for
Manila. The fo lowing morning they reached
the Philippine capital. For the present all sense
of danger was past, and they again rejoiced that
they were free. And so ended the bitter trials
of the little band who were "cast away among
the Filipinos."
TOYtottet^
Rain=making in SaVage Africa.
By the Rev. Henry Cole, C.M.S., of Mpwapwa, Dar-es-Salaam, German East Africa.
Being a description, by a resident missionary, of the extraordinary methods used by the witch-doctors
of Darkest Africa to induce rain or to find out the person who is maliciously keeping it away.
The author illustrates his article with some unique photographs.
AIN-MAKING is, I believe, a
universal practice in Africa, and it
is one of the last things in which
a native convert loses his faith. I
have never been able to find out
the real origin of the custom, but it was
probably invented by the medicine-men as a
means whereby to enrich themselves.
In a dry and thirsty land like Africa, where
rivers are few and the rainfall in most parts is
but slight, it can be imagined what a profitable
source of income rain-making is to the man who
manages to establish a reputation as being pro-
ficient in the art. Multitudes resort to him in
time of drought, all laden with the rewards of
divination, which they humbly place at his feet.
Not only this, but the rain-maker commands
the highest honour as being the preserver of life
and the saviour of his country.
The natives look upon the white man as a
very wonderful being ; but they nevertheless
think he is lacking in one very important quali-
fication— namely, that of rain-making ! Were
he to set himself up as a rain-doctor he would,
doubtless, have a larger number of clients than
any of the native medicine-men. But to his
credit, it must be said, I have never heard of a
single instance in which native credulity had
been traded upon in this connection by any
European.
Rain-making being also a source of profit to
the chiefs — the people having to more than
repay them for what they expend in procuring
rain from the rain-makers — we can understand
their reluctance to give up the system ; and
the people, whether willing or otherwise, have
to bow to the will of their leaders.
Last year the crops suffered very much from
drought, and the chief here sought the aid of
several sorcerers to try their magical powers
over the elements ; but all to no purpose. One
day, in full view of the mission-house, a great
crowd assembled at the chiefs, when a sacrifice
was offered up, accompanied with music and
dancing. A few days afterwards a storm was
seen coming from the north, and the chief and
his people raised a shout of joy at the thought
of coming rain. But to their sore disappoint-
ment there was only a mere sprinkling, the
storm having suddenly changed its course to
the westward. And what was worse still, a stray
flash of lightning killed the chiefs brother !
One would have thought from this experience
that the chief would not again resort to rain-
makers, but this was not to be, as he went to
them this year the same as ever. The rainy
season, however, which ended in May, was the
best for years ; so he might have exulted in the
thought of his success, had it not been that the
unusual downfall brought unusual visitors from
their hiding-places, in the shape of insects which
devoured the corn, leaving very little save the
stalks.
The rain-makers of different tribes have
different methods of making rain. But the
reader will notice a remarkable fact — that a
black sheep is indispensable with nearly all of
them. Other similarities will also be observed.
I shall now proceed to describe some of the
many ways in which African sorcerers profess
to " make " rain.
The rain-maker first takes some clay which
has been moistened with the first shower at the
beginning of the rainy season, and mixes it
with "medicine," making the compound into
seven or eight big, round balls, which he places
in a hole, prepared for the purpose in the fire-
place. The hole is covered up, and a fire kept
burning night and day over it. My first photo-
graph shows a typical rain-maker at work.
When the clouds indicate rain, after a spell of
dry weather, the rain-doctor takes the balls of
clay from the hole and puts them in a pot of
water for a short time, afterwards hiding them
in a corner of his room. Should there be con-
tinuous dry weather, he again puts them in a
pot of water which has had " medicine " mixed
with it. When softened they are taken out of
the pot and put back in their hiding-place. To
cause a storm the witch-doctor takes the balls,
puts them in a pot of water, and stirs them with
a lighted stick. The hissing noise thus caused
is supposed to resemble thunder, and the fire
lightning ! The wand is deemed magical, and
the species of tree from which it is taken is
known only to the rain-makers.
When there has been no rain for some time,
and the crops are drying up, the chief — if
RAIN-MAKING IN SAVAGE AFRICA.
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A TYHCAI. RAIN-MAKER AT WORK.
ignorant of the art of rain-making himself —
sends to an expert to invoke his aid in
bringing rain. The messengers take with them
a black cloth and a hoe or a black sheep. In
the event of his not being able to come himself
the rain-maker gives them "medicine," and tells
them that the chief must
offer up a sacrifice of a
black sheep. The follow-
ing day the chief calls
a solemn assembly of
the elders and orders
them to bring various
presents. When gathered
together they have a
palaver, and at its con-
clusion the chief tells
those present to return
to him on the morrow
and bring the young
people with them. When
the elders have dispersed
the chief sends four
youths — one to each
point of the compass —
to fetch branches of a
tree (either igoie or
musenn) as directed by
the rain-doctor. These
branches are dragged
along the ground. Two
youths are also sent to draw water from a
baobab tree or from the source of a stream.
When the chief repairs to bed for the night he
takes the " medicine " which he procured from
the rain-doctor with him. The four branches
and the water are placed at the foot of his bed.
In the morning the chief has two large pots
containing the water and incense
brought and placed in the court-
yard. Two of the branches
are held horizontally over the
pots, whilst the other two are
rested against them with their
thick ends inside. The chief
(or his mother) takes a mouthful
of steeped flour and squirts it
out towards the four quarters
of the globe, entreating the
milungu (spirits of the fore
fathers) to sleep, reminding
them that where they are at
rest is a beautiful place ; also
that, being so numerous, he
cannot call them all by name.
He winds up by imploring
them to allow the rain to come.
When he has finished a distant
relation takes some more of
the mixture in his mouth and squirts it out in
the directions aforenamed, at the same time
abusing the milungu for keeping back the rain.
Only members of the
chiefs clan are present
at this ceremony.
[Photo.
Later in the day crowds
of worshippers assemble,
and the scene depicted in
the above illustration takes
place. Here we see a company of natives
sacrificing at the grave of a chief. They are
offering up a black sheep, two hens (one
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black and one white), and linseed meal.
The meal is mixed with water at the grave, and
a plant called mufungulo (the opener) is put
into the same vessel. The elders in turn take
some of the mixture from the vessel in their
mouths and squirt it on the grave, saying,
"Sleep well. Give us rain that the earth may
yield food, so that we may have plenty to eat."
The sheep is killed and eaten at the grave,
except parts of the entrails, which are left for
the benefit of the departed. The proceedings
are wound up with a dance.
Every rain maker has a number (some more
and some less, according to rank) of round
black stones, which
he keeps in an
inner chamber on
stools covered up
with a black cloth.
When rain is much
needed the rain-
maker takes the
stools on which the
stones are placed
out into the court-
yard, when he
washes the stones
with water and
greases them with
butter. He then
leaves them in the
sun until evening,
when they are taken
inside. On the
following day the
rainmaker and his
people go to the
grave of a notable
relative, where a
black animal or
fowl is sacrificed.
On returning
from the grave the
rain-maker cuts a branch of a castor-oil plant
and blows through its hollow stem into a pot
of water containing "medicine," thus making
a noise which, in his estimation, resembles a
thunderstorm.
Should the rain not come in answer to this,
the rain-doctor adopts another device. He
takes one of the stones and hides it, telling the
people that the rain (i.e., the stone) has taken its
departure, and it rests with them whether it will
come back or not. The people, of course, take
the hint, and each " kaya " or hamlet contributes
a goat. When the goats are brought, the wily
rain-maker offers up a sacrifice of a black sheep.
He cuts the liver in pieces, throws a piece in
each comer of his room, and places a fifth in a
cup, which is stood in the middle for the spirits.
The rest of the meat is eaten by the wizard and
his friends. The ceremony being over, he tells
the people that the night will probably bring
some important news !
The next photograph shows a sacrificial cere-
mony in full swing. On the left will be seen
a branch of a tree stuck in the ground. This
is the musena, which is credited with many
occult qualities. The black calf which is being
held by the two men is to be slaughtered at the
end of the proceedings. The principal men of
the place have to crawl underneath the animal
A SACRIFICIAL SCENE IN FULL SWING — ALL THE I-RINCII'AI.
MEN OF THE TRIBE HAVE TO CRAWL UNDER THE BODY OF
THE CALF TO DEMONSTRATE THEIR INNOCENCE OF KEEPING
■ Front a] back the rain. [/'koto.
in turn, thereby making a solemn affirmation
' J*>" to their having no hand in keeping back
the rain. To the right is a sheep, which is being
sprinkled with water, as representing the effects
'of rain. Close to the grave-looking medicine-
man standing on the extreme right is a man
drinking from an artificial pool, lapping the
water like a dog. This water contains
" medicine " intended to have a beneficial effect
on those who take part in the ceremony.
The elders having finished crawling under the
body of the calf, all those participating in the
proceedings take a draught from the pool, and
then assemble for a dance.
The calf and sheep are killed on the spot and
eaten, save the entrails, which are left for the
RAIN-MAKING IN SAVAGE AFRICA.
i33
spirits. These are cut into pieces and thrown in
all directions, thus endeavouring to secure the
favour of the milungu, wherever they reside.
Sometimes the skin of the slaughtered animal
is taken and held by the four corners whilst
medicated water is poured on to it. This is
afterwards splashed in all directions, in imitation
of a heavy shower of rain.
Some rain-makers have a bamboo cane, in
which they secrete an important article belong-
ing to a deceased father or uncle who was a
rain-maker. When rain is required the rain-
maker simply puts the cane in water until the
rain comes. Should this method fail he cuts
the head off a black sheep and boils it with the
stomach, tongue, and fat. When cooked he
takes four round stones — two white, representing
females, and two black, representing males —
plasters them with the fat, and places them on
a stool.
The following is the chief way in which
Mundo, the great high priest of the rain-makers'
faculty in my neighbourhood, professes to make
rain. He has a black sheep and goat brought
to him by his client — the former being for
sacrifice and the latter his fee. He then takes
two small vessels containing linseed meal and
honey and places them close together beside
his stool. Water is mixed with the meal, and
mouthfuls of it are squirted out in all directions.
The honey is treated in the same way. Then
the sheep is killed and pieces of meat are placed
on leaves, when he
delivers an exhortation
as follows : " O thou
opener, open to us the
clouds above that it may
rain. Give us plenty of
corn that we may not
die of hunger. And you
that sleep in the ground
and eat corn, give us to
eat. Take good care of
us ; give us a black
cloud."
His wife next pounds
leaves of a certain tree
in a mortar, the pulp
being sent to the rain-
doctor's client. This is
mixed with water and
sprinkled here and there
over the fields, begin-
ning at the outskirts and
ending off at the chiefs
garden. If the rain fails
to respond, a dance with
musical accompaniment
is held, in which every-
one takes part. The natives not only believe
that some men have power to make rain, but
that others are able to stop it or u> keep it
away altogether. These people are called
" wakoma mvula " (rain-killers).
To discover who has stopped the rain, the
people go to the chief and entreat him to find
out the evil person who has taken the rain from
the earth. The chief promptly betakes himself
to a medicine-man, taking with him a reward.
Part of this is sometimes hidden on the way, in
the pious hope that the wizard may be satisfied
with the remainder, and should he name the
thing so hidden his powers will be all the more
highly esteemed by his client. After the chief
has unfolded his tale the medicine-man takes
his rattles and communes with the spirits. Sub-
sequently he probably tells the chief that some-
one is keeping the rain away, and that he goes
out at night with a whistle, blowing it in the
direction of the four points of the compass.
He then asks the chief whether he or his people
are indebted to anyone, or whether anyone
disputes the chieftainship with him. If the
reply be in the affirmative, the sorcerer says,
" That is the man who keeps the rain away !
After this important announcement he puts his
rattles on the ground and rests.
But the work of the medicine-man is not yet
complete. He has still to go and find out the
LOOKING FOR THE "DEADLY THING" WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO
From a] KEEP AWAY THE KAIN. [P/wto.
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"thing" which has been hidden by the rain-
stopper. He calls two children, boy and girl,
to go before him pounding the ground with
pestles, himself singing, and the people, follow-
ing in the rear, joining in the chorus. On
coming to an opening in a tree, or a split in a
rock, in which the " deadly thing " is usually
hidden, the medi-
cine-man tells the
children to look in
the crevice and see
whether the object
of their search is
secreted therein.
The medicine-
man is right, for
presently, to the
joy of everybody,
the " thing " is
brought out of its
hiding-place by the
children ! What is
this dreadful object
which has the
power of averting
the rain from a
particular part of
the earth ? It may,
forsooth, be only
a lump of earth
mixed with old
corn, with the
feathers of a bird
stuck in it ! When
the procession re-
turns to the chiefs
house a black sheep
is offered in sacri-
fice. The medicine-
man has oceans of
praise lavished upon him, and returns to his
home with the rewards of divination. He
himself, of course, had hidden the "deadly
thing " in the cleft of the rock, and so, on
the principle of " he that hides finds," he was
pretty certain of discovering it.
The following is another curious method of
finding out the person who is maliciously keep-
ing away rain. The chief, acting on the advice
of a medicine-man, orders every householder in
the district to bring a fowl each to his house.
On arriving they have to go through an
"ordeal," quite on the lines of similar cere-
monies in Europe in mediaeval times. A decoc-
tion of water and " medicine " has been prepared
in a bowl, and this weird mixture their substi-
tutes, the fowls, have to drink. The above
photograph shows this remarkable ordeal in
progress. Each fowl is drenched with the
one who administers the
" If it is a human being who
liquid, and the
" medicine" says:
is keeping away the rain, go over yonder and die ;
but if it is God who is preventing it, may you be
.preserved from death." The unfortunate house-
holder whose fowl happens to die under this
treatment is thereby compromised ; but if he
shares its ownership with others, lots are cast to
find out which one of them is the guilty party.
Should none of the fowls die, all eyes are
directed to the richest man in the crowd, and
the women rush at him frantically, butting him
THE ORDEAL TO FIND OUT THE RAIN-STOPPER — EACH
MAN BRINGS A FOWL, WHICH IS COMPELLED TO SWALLOW A
NOXIOUS MIXTURE. THE MAN WHOSE FOWL DIES IS CON-
From a] sidered the guilty party. [Photo.
' FRHortfijaq.
with their heads, and crying, " Haven't you got
rain ? Give us rain ! " If ignorant of the art
he remains speechless.
Sometimes, when a person suspected of keep-
ing away the rain is caught and tied up, he
confesses his guilt, and shows his accusers
where he has hidden his "medicine" —generally
a lump of clay from the garden of an enemy,
mixed with old corn — when he may be released.
If his accusers feel confident of his guilt, how-
ever, and no confession is forthcoming, they kill
him. This, however, cannot now be done,
except in out-of-the-way places, the country
being under German protection.
The rain-doctor, having been the means of
securing a good harvest, is sometimes the leader
in conducting a thanksgiving service on account
of the same. He has a small euphorbia tree cut
RAIN-MAKING IN SAVAGE AFRICA.
*35
down and brought to a thoroughfare, where
it is planted in a hole and a bee-hive-shaped
hut built round it, as shown in the picture
below. A bedstead, made of rough pieces
of sticks, is next placed in the hut, along
with sundry " medicines." The rain-doctor
— who is assisted by an elder of the place —
makes all the necessary preparations for sacri-
ficing in the early morning before the multitude
of worshippers assemble. All being ready, the
people of the neighbourhood are called to assist
in the ceremony by dancing and singing. Before
they commence, however, the assistant elder
makes a formal statement as to the cause of
their having come together to sacrifice. At the
conclusion of his speech all stand up and pre-
sent their offerings, which consist of pumpkins,
heads of Indian corn, cooking-pots, sieves, etc.
These are, of course, intended for the use of the
spirits. When they have finished offering they go
round and round the hut, as seen in the photo-
graph, singing praises to God and the spirits.
As nearly all the heathen sacrifices in these parts
are propitiatory, one records with pleasure this
ceremony of praise and thanksgiving which is
observed by the Wetumbe tribe.
The native idea as to how rain was first
obtained is a very curious one. Long ago, they
say, there was no rain, and all the beasts and
reptiles of the forest came together to see how
they could procure it. The big animals suggested
that as they had come together they had
better cry aloud for rain. Whereupon they
separated into herds, according to their different
kinds. The elephants led the way, trumpeting
with all their might ; then came the rhinos,
and after them the giraffes, and so on down to
the smallest kinds, without moving the elements.
The reptiles were next called upon to try their
voices. In response, the tortoises, snakes, and
lizards shouted their very best, but without
avail. The frogs, being reminded that they
had not yet rendered any help, set up a
loud croaking, and continued so doing until
the clouds gathered in the heavens. The
frogs then called upon the beasts to dig large
hollows in the earth to receive the rain. When
they had finished the water fell in torrents and
filled up the hollows so as to form lakes.
Thereupon the frogs told the beasts that, as
it had rained, there would be plenty of grass for
them, and they had better go and graze and
return to the lakes when they were thirsty ; but
as for themselves, being chiefs, they would
remain in the lakes and eat mud. Therefore
frogs are found in lakes and pools up to the
present time, and when heard croaking it is
deemed a sign that rain is near.
A SERVICE TF THANKSGIVING FOR A GOOD HARVEST.
From a Photo.
AN ALPINE TRAGEDY.
By Frederic Lees.
Among the countless victims which the Alps have claimed, the hero of this story, a Tyrolese guide
and chamois-hunter, holds a unique position. For nearly a week he lay helpless, with a fractured leg
and other injuries, on the very verge of a dizzy precipice, and with rare courage recorded his
impressions on paper as the days dragged wearily on. The facts of this remarkable narrative were
specially obtained for this Magazine from the unfortunate hunter's rescuers.
HE bare details of what seemed to
me to be a quite unusual Alpine
adventure having come to my ears,
I immediately took train for Inns-
bruck, where the hero, a man
named Fritz Veber, was said to reside. The
first thing on the morning after my arrival I
asked the hotel proprietor
if he knew of a person of
that name, and, if so, at
what address I might be
able to find him. " Do I
know Fritz Veber?" he ex-
claimed. "Everybody
knows Fritz, and a braver
guide never existed. But
I'm afraid you've come a
little out of your way to
find him, for he left here
for Appenzell over three
weeks ago, and there he
is at the present time, for
all I know, recovering from
the effects of his terrible
accident, of which I, like
yourself, have heard men-
tion."
It was somewhat of a
disappointment to find that
I had made a useless
journey — useless, at any
rate, so far as seeing Veber
was concerned ; and there
was nothing to be done
but again to set off on my quest. So I took
the next train for Appenzell, after learning
as much as I could about the man whom
I was going to see. The hotel proprietor
and a communicative garpn who had waited
upon me at table informed me that Veber
was a native of Innsbruck, but that his
parents had died many years ago and that
his only living relative, so far as was known, was
a brother, named Henri Veber, a wood-carver
and sometimes guide, who had likewise left the
town of his birth for Appenzell. Fritz Veber
was a fine young fellow of twenty-nine years of
FRITZ VERER, WHO EXPKKI
WHILE CHAMOIS- HUNTING
HELPLESS FOR NEARLY A W
From a] PRECi
age, slightly above the average height and
strongly built. He was passionately fond of
chamois-hunting, on which he spent most of
the money earned during the summer months
as a guide. As he was unmarried and had no
ties, this seemed to him to be the most legiti-
mate way of spending part of his earnings. A
more competent guide, I
was informed, never existed.
" He is genial and strong,"
said the innkeeper. " He
speaks German and French
with correctness, and, in
short, is what we call a
well-educated man. He
is a botanist in a small
way, and so fond of roam-
ing in the mountains that
we rarely see him here
either in the winter or in
the summer. As a matter
of fact, Fritz is better
known in the Canton of
Grisons than in the Tyrol,
and that is where you will
be able to obtain fuller
details about him."
The hotel proprietor was
right. Appenzell, with its
picturesque wooden houses,
had no sooner been reached
than I heard the entire
story of Fritz Veber's
adventure, though not,
alas ! from his own lips, for I found that he had
died from the effects of his terrible experiences
over a fortnight before my arrival. Fortunately
I was able to obtain the whole of the details of
his accident from the two men who rescued
him, W. Rietmann and A. Pauson, and the
following, as near as possible in his own words,
is the narrative of the former.
A little over a month ago I received a letter
from Veber stating that he had done very well
last season as a guide, and, feeling in a mood
for sport, intended coming to see me, though, in
tNCED A TERRIBLE IALL
IN THE ALPS, AND LAY
EEK ON THE EDGE OF A
PICE. [Photo.
AN ALPINE TRAGEDY.
137
his usual happy-go-lucky style,
he could not say exactly when
he should arrive at Appenzell
from Innsbruck. About a
week later he turned up at
my place, having crossed the
Canton of Orisons on foot —
his customary method of
travelling even when he was
in funds. I remember that
the exact date of his arrival
was March 26th. Veber,
Pauson, and I spent the next
week in visiting mutual friends
in the immediate neighbour-
hood, for, all being guides by
profession, we have many
friends and interests in com-
mon. On one of our little
excursions I remember him
telling us how it came about
that he had decided to take
a holiday. He had received
a present of four hundred
marks from a
Bavarian Alpin-
ist whose life he
had saved in the
Grisons moun-
tains, by jerking
him out of the
way of an ava-
lanche of stones
which had sur-
prised them when
ascending a par-
ticularly danger-
ous slope. Re-
garding this as
an "extra," he
thought he would
enjoy himself for
a few weeks by
seeing his friends
and indulging in
his favourite sport
of chamois -hunt-
ing in the Appen-
zell mountains.
From several
remarks which he
made during our
week's visiting I
could see that he
was longing to be
off with his gun
into the moun-
tains. At last he
broached the
Vol. xiv.— 18
THE TWO GUIDES WHO SET OUT TO FIND FRITZ
VF.BF.R — W. RIETMANN, WHO RELATED THIS STORY
TO THE AUTHOR, IS THE RIGHT-HAND FIGURE.
From a Photo.
'ONE FALSE STEP MIGHT HAVE RESULTED IN OUR MEET-
ING A SIMILAR FATE TO THAT OF OUR POOR FRIEND."
subject to us, suggest-
ing a three days' shooting
excursion to the Santis
Range, which is supposed to
be particularly good for cha-
mois. Unfortunately, neither
of us was able to ac<
pany him. Pauson expected
relatives, and as regards my-
self important business, which
I could not very well pi
pone, made such a journey
impossible. Poor Veber was
bitterly disappointed, but as
he was used to going about
the mountains alone he set
off without us, promising to
be back in three days' time at
the latest, and on his return
to remain with us for a few
more days before going back
to Innsbruck.
The three days passed by,
but Veber did not make his
appearance. I
cannot say, how-
ever, that we
were very anxious
at first, for it was
quite likely that
he had been de-
layed. Only on
the fifth day after
his departure did
I besrin to have
O
doubts as to his
safety. When he
did not turn up
after a week I felt
certain that some
mishap must have
come to him, so
Pauson and I set
off on a voj
of discovery.
Having previ
ously accom-
panied him on
similar shooting
expeditions, we
had a very good
idea as to the
route he w
follow. The snow-
clad Santis is the highesl moun-
tain in the canton, being eight
thousand two hundred and thirty-
five feet in height. But I think
Pauson and I can say, without
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boasting, that we knew it as intimately as
the streets of our native village of Appenzell.
If Veber had not been buried under an
avalanche, which was unlikely at this time
of the year, I felt certain that we should
find him. And so we did. On reaching the
top of one of the peaks of the Santis, not with-
out a thousand difficulties, I espied his body
lying on a narrow ledge of rock, at the very
edge of a precipice which I estimated to be at
least six hundred feet in depth, and which
terminates in a glacier. At that moment there
was no doubt to my mind that we should find
him dead. Judge of my astonishment, there-
fore, when we found, after carefully working our
way down the side of the mountain, that he was
still alive, though evidently in the last stages of
exhaustion.
Never have I experienced such a difficult
task as we then began. It is no easy matter
travelling over a snow-and-ice-clad mountain
with a living person under one's guidance, but
imagine what it is to transport the dead weight
of an injured and unconscious man over miles
upon miles of frozen snow. One false step
might have resulted in our meeting a similar
fate to that of our poor friend. The marvel to
me is that we ever succeeded in getting him
down to the house of
a farmer named
Studer. There he
was put to bed and a
doctor immediately
summoned to ex-
amine him.
It was found that
Veber had sustained
a compound fracture
of the right leg, that
two of his ribs were
broken, and that he
was internally injured.
The poor fellow was
very near his end by
the time the doctor
arrived, and he only
once recovered con-
sciousness before his
death. I cannot be
certain as to whether
he recognised me or
not, but I rather think
he did, for the few
broken sentences
which faintly passed
his lips seemed to be
an explanation of the
circumstances of his
accident,
Piecing together his words and construing
them in the light of my knowledge of the place
where the accident occurred, this, in my opinion,
is what happened. Veber climbed the mountain
from the left side, across the ridge, and, sight-
ing his quarry near the summit, worked his way
around so as to arrive above the animal. When
he fired, his bullet hit the chamois in a vital
spot, but, instead of falling where he could easily
reach it, the animal dropped some forty feet
down the ice slope, which is exceedingly steep.
Veber then attempted to reach it by carefully
climbing down the slope, but in so doing his
foot slipped and he fell from about midway,
landing near the dead body of the chamois on
the very edge of the precipice. To have made
his way down the right side of the mountain
would have been quite possible, though difficult,
for an able-bodied man, the ledge on which he
had landed broadening out as it stretches
towards the ridge. Veber found, however, that
HIS FOOT SLIPPED AND
HE FELL FROM ABOUT
MIPWAY,"
AN ALPINE TRAGEDY.
139
THE SANT1S RANGE— THE SCENE OF FRITZ VEBEr's ACCIDENT IS MARKED BY A CROSS.
From a Photo.
he was too seriously injured by his fall to move
more than his arms, and there he was obl'ged
to lie, with his legs half hanging over the
precipice. He was, in fact, in a living tomb— a
precipice in front of him and an unsurmountable
Veber must have spent nearly a week in this
terrible predicament. What his agony must
have been owing to his injuries — with the
broiling hot sunshine in the daytime and die
piercing cold at night — will never be known,
ONE OF THE PAGES FROM VEBER S NOTE-BOOK IN WHICH HE RECORDED HIS IMPRESSIONS .MULE LYING HELPLESS ON THE
BRINK OF THE PRECIPICE. THE GERMAN MEANS
TO DIE HERE ABANDONED? NO ; I MUST SHih , FOR THE
AGONY IS TOO GRgAT TO SEAR, FRJTZ, DON T BE A COWARD-, SOMEBODY IS SURE TO COME. I THINK I HEAR FOOTSTEPS.
slope behind him. Hope of rescue there was
none, unless his friends should come in search
of him and happen to catch sight of him— a
mere speck against the snow— where he lay.
Pauson agrees with me in thinking that
but we can well imagine his sufferings, especially
in view of the terrible state in which we found
him. His water-gourd was empty and there
was not a crumb of bread in his wallet ; he had
evidently sucked pieces of ice for refreshment,
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his lips being cracked and frozen. ' His hands
and face were covered with blood, as was also
his clasp-knife, which had been used to cut the
chamois' throat and detach a haunch from its
body. Judging from these facts there is little
doubt that Veber, in the agony of pain and
don't be a coward ; somebody is sure to
come. I think I hear footsteps. ' " Dear
Henri, shall I see you again?" "My dear
little chamois, good-bye." "Good-bye all;
good-bye Santis."
The last phrase was his final message, and, still
HIS FEET DANGLING OVEli THE EDGE OF
THAT AWKUL PKECIPICE."
hunger, drank the animal's blood and ate its
flesh raw. He must have retained conscious-
ness for an unusually long time, for he actually
recorded his impressions — practically the
thoughts of a dying man — on pieces of paper
torn from his pocket-book. There were only
half-a-dozen fragments in all, but each, written
at intervals of, say, ten hours or so, tells a
whole story in itself. Here are a few of the
phrases which I deciphered on the blood-stained
paper: "What a beautiful sunset, but how I
am dreading to-night's cold!" "Am I to die
here abandoned ? No ; I must shoot myself,
for the agony is too great to bear. Fritz,
thinking of his beloved mountains and of his
brother Henri, he lost consciousness. That is
how we found him, as I have already told you :
his gun on one side, the body of the chamois
on the other, and his feet dangling over the
edge of that awful precipice. Nothing more
remains to be said, except that I shall be glad
to let you photograph the sheets, all crumpled
and blood-stained, which bear his dying words.
But I shouldn't care to let them out of my
possession for long, for, as you may well
imagine, I regard those scraps of paper — the
only thing which our dear friend left us — as the
most precious things in the world.
A startling article by an English
journalist resident in Paris. All
about the ingenious frauds by
which Parisian mendicants de-
ceive the. charitable public ; the Beggars' Directory, and the schools where
beggars are taught the rudiments of their trade and learn new " parts."
mM
HE b 1 i n d
m a n h a d
tried to steal
my poodle,
and had Fos-
sette not been a good
deal of an acrobat her-
self I think he would
have got her. It was
dusk, and the man's
activity as he dodged
the dog to right and
left struck me as curious,
for I had watched the
scene from the street
corner.
After some minutes I
went up to him. " You're
not going to pretend
you're blind after what
I have seen," I said. He
laughed. " One must
live," he said, with a
half - laughing, half-
apologetic look, which
disarmed me.
"Trade has been
very bad, and I
thought that your
r.KRVAIS, THE
From a]
BLIND " BEGGAR WHO TRIED TO
AUTHORS DOG.
STEAL THE
[Photo.
dog would be of use to
me. She's a beauty.''
And so, because
this man had tried
to steal Fossette and
failed, we became
friends, and Gervais,
the "blind " beggar,
became confidential.
It was he who ini-
tiated me into many
of the secrets here
unfolded, and put me
in the way of finding
out others for myself;
and it was through
him that I became
free of that peculiar
borderland between
honest poverty and
crime which is the
home of the Parisian
mendicant, for such
facts in this article as
arc not gathered from
my own wanderings
in Beggarland 1 have
to thank Monsieur
Paulian, of the French
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Chamber of Deputies, whose admirable volume,
" Paris qui Mendie," is the best text-book upon
mendicancy ever written.
In Paris, more than any other place on the
earth's surface, begging is practised as an art.
Italian, Spanish, and Oriental beggars may be
more barefacedly insistent than those of Paris,
but they merely beg or threaten. The Paris
member of the craft adopts a part and acts it
with consummate art and artifice, for — and I
state this with no fear of contradiction — a full
80 per cent, of the Parisian beggars are in
no misery whatever, and ply their trade from
sheer love of it and for the comfortable income
it affords.
Broadly speaking, we may divide the corpora-
tion into two divisions, street and house beggars —
but a mere apprentice." The fact is that
beggary in Paris has its grades exactly as has
carpentering or any other trade, the apprentice
becoming in due course a compagnon and then
a master beggar, although I have no record of
actually conferred degree certificates.
The beggar apprentice usually commences in
the street by begging from the passers-by. He
does not find this very successful, for he has not
yet learned the copper-compelling whine, and
on the next day he will very likely try what is
professionally known as the pied de biche, or bell-
rope dodge, owing to the fact that the old-
fashioned non-electric bells in Paris usually have
a handle made to represent a hind's foot.
He chooses streets in the suburbs where the
houses have no concierge, and where the door is
From a]
" LOOKING FOR WoUK.
[Photo.
those mendicants, that is to say, who, by real or
simulated misfortune, physical or moral, prey on
your sympathy in the street, and those who beg
from house to house and from the numerous
charitable institutions.
There are in Paris numerous schools for both
kinds of professionals, and, although these are
very difficult of access and constantly change
their whereabouts, there is no doubt that they
exist and flourish. Talk to one Paris beggar of
another and gain his confidence, or catch him
tripping, and you will find that he will allude to
another beggar on the same beat as " nothing
usually opened by the cook, and between nine
o'clock and two he has probably rung two hundred
bells and (this from a statistical sheet compiled
by the beggars themselves) received something
either in food or money from one house in
every four. The bread and meat gives him
a more than sufficient meal, and he will have
quite half a crown in money, with which he
will spend a riotous evening in one of the wine-
shops of the Rue des Anglais or the Rue Ste.
Marguerite, where he can get sufficient liquor
for the sum of fivepence for his evening's
happiness, and, thanks to the performances of
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A MENDICANT READING THE " HEGGARS' DIRECTORY.'
From a Photo.
street singers and performing beggars of all
kinds, enjoy a very pleasant time. At mid-
night he will sleep in a twopenny doss-house,
where conversation with older members of
the craft will help to initiate him into the
details of the trade.
Apprenticeship lasts about six weeks in
Beggarland, and then our beggar, now a
compag?ion, adopts a speciality, and becomes a
member either of the active or the sedentary
service. In either case — whether he begs from
door to door or takes up a fixed position whence
he solicits sympathy for " his unhappy state " —
the beggar naturally needs statistics, and these
he can get from head-quarters for the expenditure
of a few francs upon the Beggars' Director}'.
There are two forms of it, Le Grand Jeu and Le
Petit Jeu, the former, needless to say, being the
more detailed. It costs four shillings, while the
Petit Jeu costs half a crown.
High although these prices may appear, the
saving of time and mistakes the information in
the books affords is more than worth the money.
Here are a few extracts from the Grand Jeu :—
M.B., never gives money. Ask for clothes.
Mrs. C, widow. Charitable, but children necessary.
Ask for babies' clothes and necessaries for mother. Also
tickets for milk for baby.
M.F., a Radical. Very rich. Represent yourself as a
victim of Clerics, whom he hates.
It is easy to see that with help of this kind
the beggar frequently, if
not invariably, succeeds,
and in addition to the
directory there are
lessons to be had from
professors, who will, for
a small fee, teach the
kind of story to be told
and the tone in which
to tell it. That such
professors exist was
proved to me not long
ago, when, on the sarm
afternoon, visiting two
friends of diametrically
opposed opinion, 1
heard two different tales
of misery told in the
same voice and with
the same inflections by
two different men, who
were quite evidently
pupils of the same
professor.
" LE I'ERE ROCHEFORT" — HIS NICKNAME 1^ I'll TO HIS STRIKING
RESEMBLANCE TO THE WELL-KNOWN FRENCH JOURNALIST, W
OFFER OF ;£lO DOWN II HE WOULD ALTER HIS APPEARANCE THE
From a] beggar conte.mptuouslv refused. [J'/wlo.
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The fact that France has no State religion is
very cleverly used by house-to-house beggars,
who, with the help of the Grand feu, call
upon Protestants and Catholics alike with
stories of a baby unbaptized for want of money.
Monsieur Paulian says that during a conver-
sation with an old woman in the Cite de la
Femme en Culotte, in the Clichy suburb, he
learned that the Protestant pastor called on
Mondays and the Catholic priest and sisters on
Saturdays, and that each of the two Churches
was extremely anxious to enrol converts among
the population of the Cite.
" What about your own children ? " Monsieur
Paulian asked.
" Oh, mine," she said ; " I've only one, but
mine has been baptized twelve times in a
Protestant church and fourteen times by
Monsieur le Cure. You see, the winter has
been hard, and every baptism brought me in
tenpence and some baby-linen ! "
Another system of extracting money which
has come under my own notice is an extremely
ingenious one. A man dressed in dark clothes,
threadbare but clean, calls at the houses of as
many men of letters as the Grand /^contains,
THE "POOR BLIND MAN " OF THE PONT DU CARROUSEL. HE IS
Froma\ really blind, but anything but poor. [Photo.
YVES, THE "BLIND" BRETON. ON FETE-DAYS HE MARVELLOUSLY
RECOVERS HIS SIGHT AND WEARS A WOODEN LEG !
From a Photo.
and leaves a letter, saying he will call for an
answer in the course of the evening.
The letter contains a set of verses by no
means badly written, and a note begging you
to leave such scraps of food as you can spare
with your concierge; your unfortunate confrere,
it adds, will call for them in the course of the
evening. The verses are written by Latin
Quarter poets for a fee of a penny a line, for
which sum they furnish fifty copies upon dirty
paper. I have italicized this essential point, for
it illustrates the infinite attention to detail by
which the successful beggar scores.
I used to know one man who made a speciality
of marriages. He had a most extensive reper-
toire of rhymed acrostics upon the names of all
the saints in the calendar, and as soon as he saw
a marriage announced he would make his way
with an acrostic on the bride's name to the
restaurant or house where the wedding-breakfast
was given, and at dessert would send it up.
The first portion of the poem— that which
precedes the acrostic proper— is, of course, the
same in every case. Here is a sample roughly
translated : —
TO MADEMOISELLE ALICE DUVAL.
Take wing, my muse, and fly on wings of love
Up to the halls of festival above.
Seek out the. bride and give to her this verse,
Writ by a poet under Fortune's curse.
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Tell her his sorrows he has conquered now,
That not a cloud may darken her fair brow
On this her marriage morning. Give her then
These wishes fallen from a poet's pen,
And, like the dove of old from Noah's ark,
Return with light upon my future dark.
ALICE.
A 11 blessings fall upon this happy day ;
L et nothing evil cross thy life's fair way.
I n everything thou dost, achieve success,
C herished by all in perfect happiness.
E xceeding j<>v will be your own, I know it,
Fair Mademoiselle, vour humble slave,
The Poet.
Needless to say, with this effusion handed in
at the psychological moment, the muse rarely
fails to " return with light upon " the poet's
" future dark," in the form of ten or twenty
francs. My friend has now retired from
business. He lived well on the proceeds of
his ingenuity for some ten years, and used to
say that, deducting necessary expenses, cabs
upon busy days among others, he made his
twenty-five to thirty pounds a month.
A number of societies in Paris which furnish
false legs and arms to people who, having lost
their limbs in accidents, are too poor to buy
them are shamefully exploited, and so general
is this exploitation that a man short of a leg or
an arm is known in the jargon of the beggar as
itn medaille militaire, or man with a military
medal, for the income he realizes from the
number of limbs he obtains and sells is worth
as much as the veteran soldier's pension of one
pound a week.
And now let us talk about the schools for
THERE IS REALLY NOTHING THE MATTER WITH THIS GENTLFMAN
From a] but his cleverly -staged "helplessness" brim.s h
VoL xiv.— 19.
I.
ONE OF THE WEALTHIEST BEGGARS IN PARIS — HE LOST ONE LEG
IN AN ACCIDENT, AND GOT A FRIEND TO CUT OFF THE OTHER.
Prom a Photo.
beggars, of which there are a number in Paris.
These are run by retired beggars, knowing all
the tricks of the trade and well versed in every
possible dodge and every form ofwhini useful
for extracting money
from the charitably
inclined. One of
these schoolmasters,
known as Monsieur
Populo, permitted the
writer of this article
to visit his establish-
ment under his guid-
ance. Populo is quite
an aristocrat in di
for Beggarland, and I
suspect him of making
a large income out of
his- profit on the
Grand Jca, which he
publishes and edits.
It was the back
room of a wine-shop
in the Montparnasse
Quarter and crowded
to overflowing. 1 1
Monsieur Populo gav<
lessons in his art, and
I was privileged to see
the students learning
r INCORRIGIBLE LAZINESS,
IM ISA GOOD INCOME. \.PhotO.
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the marks to make on farmhouses, showing what
charity might be expected there, while others —
higher-class ones, these — learned how to do the
pavement-pictures, which invariably draw coppers
from the passers-by.
But the most interesting thing I witnessed in
Populo's school was the singing lesson. A little
observation of the songs sung in the streets
by Paris beggars will convince you that the
repertoire of the whole confraternity consists of
about half-a-dozen songs in all, and these are
taught them by their master, so that they may
be sung with abso-
lutely the same in-
tonation. A dozen or
more learn the same
song simultaneously,
singing it in chorus
like charity children
repeat the alphabet,
and not until there is
no discordant note is
the lesson finished.
These songs are sold
them by the master at
two francs apiece, and
are a very profitable
investment.
Monsieur Paulian,
by way of proving from
his own experience the
fraudulent means by
which Paris beggars
appeal to charity, has,
in his time, assumed a
number of disguises.
He has been a cul-de-
jatte, or legless cripple,
blind, a street singer,
a workman without
work, a schoolmaster
without employment,
paralytic, deaf and
dumb, and in each disguise been perfectly
successful. Once only was he incommoded by
the police, and that when begging at a church
door, where the mendicant renters of the
" beat " handed him over to the police. He
found that in the space of less than half an hour
he had gathered a shilling's worth of coppers, so
that the trade is evidently a good one.
There is no difficulty whatever in getting
clothes to fit the part. There are shops where
these garments are sold, and where, for a small
fee, good clothes can be turned into pity-
inspiring garments. I myself gave a very decent
coat one morning to a beggar who had pleaded
his rags as a bar to getting work, and two days
afterwards I saw him in it, but the coat was
MONSIEUR POPULO, THE BEGGARS TUTOR
fearfully and wonderfully changed. Inquiry led
to the information that the coat had been
" repaired " for twopence in one of these
costumiers' shops.
The fortunes made by Paris beggars are some-
times enormous. One of them, Pere Antoine,
a hunchback, died recently. As he was being
put into the coffin the amazing discovery was
made that the hump on his back consisted of a
sort of strong box made of basket-work, in which
he carried his savings, amounting to the respect-
able sum of ninety-six thousand francs, or very
nearly four thousand
pounds !
Pere Antoine's real
name was Pucciarelli,
and he had made his
money by means of a
long white beard — a
false one— and a great
show of piety.
The worst form of
beggary in Paris is
that which consists of
hiring and letting out
children to inspire
pity. A Monsieur
Dumay, a deputy, was
recently visited by a
poor woman, and gave
her a small sum. He
promised further help
if on inquiry her case
should prove to be
genuine, and went to
make inquiries himself
at the address which
she had given him.
On his arrival there
the concierge of the
miserable house di-
[p/wto. rected him to a room
on the sixth floor, and,
as he neared the door, a small boy called out,
" Mother, I am hungry ; give me a bit of
bread." " I can't, dear child," the mother
answered. " I only have one little piece, and
I am keeping that for father, in case he should
come home again without having found work."
Monsieur Dumay gave the poor woman some
more money, and made straight for the nearest
departmental office of the Assistance Publique.
He told his story, but as soon as he mentioned
the address he found that it was all too well
known there. The child was trained to keep a
watch upon the staircase, and, whenever he saw
a well-dressed man coming up, to ask for a piece
ol bread !
As for the wretched children we have all
BEGGARLAND UNMASKED.
i47
seen in the streets, there are establishments
in the Rue Marcadet, the Passage Bouchardy,
the Rue de la Vieille Estrapade, and other places,
where miserable-looking children may be hired
for thirty sous (a shilling and a penny) daily, on
the understanding that they will be exchanged if
anything happens to them ! In many cases
these poor little babies are drugged with
laudanum, or with a decoction of absinthe
and syrup, which keeps them asleep during the
inquiries made to her, hunted about for some-
thing she had lost, her mass book and her
chaplet. She told the people that she was a
widow and had come to pray for the welfare of
her son, a soldier upon foreign service. She
was bitterly poor and literally dying of starva-
tion. A collection was made, which brought in
fifteen francs, and in the course of the next
three weeks the same woman fell into the
fountain in the Champs Elysees on her way to
' LA PETITE
SUCCESSFUL CHILD BEGGAR WHO HAS HAD NUMBERLESS
From a Photo.
BLIND FATHERS.
greater part of the day. Children with deformi-
ties or diseases of any kind fetch higher prices.
Many, if not most, of the culs-de-jatte in Paris
have been trained to their trade from infancy,
and their deformities are in many cases brought
about artificially. As for the tricks to draw
money from the charitable in the streets, these
are innumerable. Not long ago on a Sunday
morning a woman dressed in black fell fainting
into the fountain outside the church of St.
Honore d'Eylau, on the Place Victor Hugo.
She was succoured by the people coming out of
church, but, instead of answering the many
the Madeleine, and into two other fountains in
different parts of Paris. Her name was Louise
Buffet, and she is now in prison.
As a general rule three out of every four
beggars in Paris are frauds, and even through
charitable societies it is unsafe to give them
help, for soup tickets, bread tickets, tickets for
artificial limbs and similar things find a read)
sale, and the charity of the public is used to
find a living for hundreds of ingenious impostors,
who, while too lazy to do legitimate work, will
spare themselves no pains or ingenuity to collect
funds by fraud.
The Stone of Semarika.
By Allen Upward.
While making an official tour through the Province of Kabba, Nigeria, of which he was
Resident, the author heard of the misdeeds of the " People of the Stone "— the dwellers
on an almost inaccessible mountain called Semarika. Mr. Upward describes what hap-
pened when he scaled the rock to punish the evil-doers.
HAD been marching for a fortnight
through the Province of Kabba, of
which I was Resident, on an expe-
dition— half military, half judicial —
undertaken to manifest the power
of the white man, to establish confidence and
security, to punish crime, and to encourage the
natives in the arts of peace.
The region into which I had come, the
Kukuruku Highlands, was the most savage
corner of the province, and one of the most
savage corners of Africa. Although officially
reckoned as a part of the British Empire,
subject to the authority of His Majesty King
Edward VII., there were parts of it which had
never been explored, much
less subdued. The Kukuruku
tribes had an evil reputation.
They were known to be ad-
dicted to the use of poisoned
arrows and the practice of
human sacrifices. They were
very fierce, and disposed to
regard the white man as an
enemy.
As Resident of the pro-
vince I was invested with
very wide powers. I was at
once governor, under the
authority of the High Com-
missioner of Northern Nige-
ria, and judge, with a juris-
diction resembling that of
an English judge of assize.
My instructions were to estab-
lish our general authority
among the natives, while
allowing them, as far as pos-
sible, to remain under their
own chiefs and in the free
exercise of their own laws and customs, so far
as they did not come into conflict with human-
ity and civilization. Murder, slave-raiding, and
highway robbery I had to put down.
On my first arrival in the province the officer
commanding at Lokoja had proposed to take a
column of two hundred men and come with me
to "break" the country in military style. But
MR. AM EN I.'HWARI
From a Photo, by
he had been obliged to go with the greater part
of the battalion under his command on an
expedition in another part of the Protectorate.
When I was ready to start on my tour the
officer left in charge at Lokoja told me he could
only spare me thirty-five men, most of them
young recruits, with a white non-commissioned
officer.
Some efforts were made to dissuade me from
venturing among the Kukurukus with this small
escort, and alarming pictures were drawn of the
tortures practised by the natives on such white
men as fell into their power. One of their
favourite methods, I was informed, was to fasten
a victim down on a nest of white ants, to be
eaten alive ! This grisly fate
was said to have overtaken
certain English prisoners at
the hands of the Ashantis.
At the last moment, how-
ever, a white officer was al-
lowed to volunteer for the
service. Lieutenant Kins-
man, who had just come from
India in the hope of seeing
active service on the Cross
River expedition, accepted
the opportunity, and came in
command of the escort. I
could not have had an abler
and more loyal coadjutor, and
during the weeks we passed
together we worked in per-
fect harmony.
We had been a fortnight
on the march, and I was
beginning to feel tired. Ten
or fifteen miles a day on a
), THE AUTHOI.
Elliott &° Fry.
exhausting
than
stubborn African horse, under
a fierce African
it may sound.
And I had
not been merely marching. Wherever I had
come I had had to hold my court to inquire
into grievances, to confirm or to depose
chiefs, to try offenders, to instruct the
natives in our views, to encourage cultivation,
distribute cotton-seed, note down the features
of the country, and generally perform the duties
THE STONE OF SEMARIKA.
149
of governor, judge, missionary, explorer, and
statistician all in one.
I had worked at high pressure, Sundays as
well as week-days, and was looking forward to a
day's rest. We were making for Igarra, a
friendly town, whose King was reported to have
sent a force to the assistance of our troops some
time before in a fight with the people of a tribe
I had just visited and subdued. At Igarra I
had promised Lieutenant Kinsman a holiday for
himself and his men.
Nobody, not even the guides, knew quite
where Igarra was. We were groping about in
unknown Africa, looking for towns that hid
themselves among the folds of the hills like eggs
in hay. We crawled across a misty plain, over-
grown with stunted trees, forded a palm-grown
river, lost ourselves in a wood bright with blue
copper butterflies, found ourselves climbing
a path like the dry bed of a waterfall, and
'along such a path straggled the variegated line.
suddenly came face to face with a white-capped
King in a pink robe, a character cut out of a
story-book.
In the primitive theology of his tribesmen
this immemorial figure was credited with power
over Nature and divine sanctity. It was
not always easy to reconcile such claims with
the "Instructions to Residents"; but if the
ways of this remote Commander of the Faithful
were not too gross an affront on the moralities
of Downing Street and Fleet Street I gave him
a " book " — that is to say, a written paper
recognising him as a chief of the fourth class.
This "book" was the white judge's magic, a
very much prized authority, no doubt confer-
ring power to work miracles up to the value of
fifty thousand cowries.
All Africa is covered with a net of narrow
pathways, trodden by the small traders who go
from village to village through the bush, carry-
ing their wares on their
heads. Along such a
path straggled the varie-
gated line of khaki-clad
Hausa soldiers, red-robed
Kukuruku captives,
Christian servants in the
cast-off clothes of Europe,
Pagan carriers in the rags
of Africa, guides, inter-
preters, and volunteers
following in search of
excitement from the
places through which we
had passed.
Towards noon the mot-
lev column wound its way
round the base of a high,
steep hill that looked like
an immense cairn of Brob-
dingnagian stones. Dwarf
palm trees had contrived
to sow themselves in the
crevices between the big
brown rocks, and higher
up there nestled the round straw
roofs of native huts, concealing
themselves from the eye of the
man-hunter passing below, as
certain butterflies are said to
protect themselves from their
enemies by their sameness of
colour with their surroundings.
So perfect was the deception that when
the interpreter pointed up and said
" Igarra," it took me a little time to con-
vince myself that a large village was cling-
ing over the summit of the hill.
A minute afterwards, leaping my horse
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across a narrow gully, and scrambling through
the fringe of shrubs along the farther bank, I saw
before me, facing Igarra like a twin pillar, across
the entrance of a valley, a mountain hewn in
wonderland.
A single superb rock, in the shape of
an
The Christian interpreter — whose brother
preached in the cathedral at Sierra Leone —
lowered his voice as he named it to me : —
" The Stone of Semarika ! "
Over some thousands of square miles in my
province I had found the word " stone " used
THE STONE OF SEMARIKA
enormous boulder with vast flanks smooth and
round as a flint pebble, reared its back a
thousand or two thousand feet into the air. It
bore two giant humps that gave to the whole
mass the likeness of a monstrous dromedary
of stone, crouched at the valley mouth like the
winged and bearded bulls that guarded Nimrod's
tomb in Babylon. A thin wreath of cloud — a
most unusual sight in that land — floated round
the nearer of the two great hummocks and gave
to the whole scene a touch of mystery and
unknown awe.
by the interpreter in rendering the native name
of the grand rocks that rose, often in weird
loneliness, from a nearly flat landscape. Most
of these stones were juju, the objects of a cult
carefully hidden from the white man's scrutiny.
But the Stone of Semarika had a darker
reputation than any. On a list which I had
had drawn up for me of all the places in the
province concerning which evil reports had
come to Lokoja appeared a name which my
Assistant had spelt Semoluku, with the grim
entry, " Human sacrifices."
THE STONE OF SEMARIKA.
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As we turned into the gorge and pitched our
camp at the foot of the ascent to Igarra I was
aware of a certain thrill, half of fear, half of
expectation, among my followers. Many of the
chiefs through whose borders we had passed
had sent a son or a brother to join the train of
the white judge, partly as spies and partly as
an act of homage. Counting the captives, there
were enough kings and sub-kings in the camp
to hold a durbar. And all of them, no doubt,
were watching and wondering how it would fare
with Semarika.
Now, I did not want to be troubled with
Semarika. I had not known that we were any-
where near it. I was very tired, with that tired-
ness which becomes chronic after a short time
in the malaria-land. I had done all the hard
work I meant to do ; we were taking the
shortest way back to Lokoja, and I had been
looking forward to a day's rest in the friendly
town of Igarra, after the exciting time of the
last week or so.
During the hot hours of the day I sat in the
doorway of my green tent, gazing on the mighty
stone. The grey, naked shoulder, up which it
seemed as though nothing without wings could
pass, threw a sombre shadow, like a spell, across
the vale. On high the thin, snaky cloud brooded
above the hidden eyrie of the manslayers, as if
it were the legendary horror of the spot made
visible.
Towards sunset I held my savage durbar.
The aged, weazened King of Igarra crept down
from his hill, leaning on a curiously-patterned
brazen sceptre, and fanned with leopard-skin
fans by his wives, to lay his complaint against
the People of the Stone. The young King of
Okpe, with the perfect Greek features of an
Antinous, rode in from ten miles away to tell a
like tale. When he dismounted from his horse
his followers held him up on their shoulders,
lest his feet should touch the soil and consecrate
it. Other witnesses gave accounts of outrages
done upon their people, of raids against peaceful
villages, of children torn from their mothers'
arms, of harmless travellers waylaid and murdered
on the highways, and peasants slaughtered as
they dug in the fields. It was a reign of terror
like that of the Doones of Bagsworthy.
One grim figure stood out in all these tales of
wrongdoing, that of a leader called by my inter-
preter the " Balogun." The Kukurukus are still
living in the age of the Book of Samuel, and
the Balogun meant "the captain of the host."
The King of Semarika, I learned, was a young
man, who was not evilly-disposed, and who had
treated the old King of Igarra with some con-
sideration. But he lay under the fear of his
Balogun, whose followers lorded it over the
town on the top of the great stone. This
ruffian took on the features of one of t!
monsters whose memory still haunts the nursen,
the ogres and giants who in days Ion- gone by
prowled the British forests as this man prow
the bush for miles round Semarika. He can
a machete — a weapon like a huge butcher's
knife — with which he smote off the heads ol
his victims ; and it was his boast that he never
had to take more than one blow.
The stronghold of the manslayers was only to
be reached by a steep and almost inaccessible
approach. Five of our small force had been
sent on with a batch of prisoners, and we were
already encumbered with others. I dispatched
a messenger to bid the King of Semarika attend
me in the camp.
He returned empty-handed. "The King
says that God will never require him to look on
the face of a white man," the interpreter
explained.
"Why does he say that?" I asked, idly
wondering what meaning had been rendered
by the word "God."
The interpreter told me it was a firm belief
that Semarika was impregnable. Four previous
white men, it appeared — officers of the Niger
Company or predecessors of my own — had
passed that way before, but had not attempted
to go up against the city set upon a hill.
On hearing this I took Lieutenant Kinsman
aside and asked him if he would take me into
the place. He was, of course, the judge of what
might be attempted with the small force at his
disposal, and was responsible for my personal
safety; and many officers in his position would
have refused the enterprise and declared it was
one for a regular military expedition. But
Lieutenant Kinsman was an officer of a different
stamp, and I think our experiences so far had
inspired us with mutual confidence and had
infused the same spirit into the men.
The lieutenant agreed to take me up the
following morning. The arrangements were
made with secrecy. Twenty men were picked
out by the sergeant-major and warned for duty ;
the other ten were to remain below and guard
the camp and the prisoners. I allowed my
cook, who had shown some pluck on the march.
to come with me, and we were also accom-
panied by some loeal guides and interprel
by the son of the King of Igarra, and by one or
two of the volunteers. The young King of
Okpe" had fled home, firmly believing that he
had seen the last of us.
We left camp at. dawn, after a hasty cup
of tea, and marched up the valley between
Semarika and Igarra, along a narrow path
through a jungle of bamboo and high e
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I WAS LITERALLY DRAGGED UP THE GREATER PART OF THE ASCENT.
By seven o'clock we had come to the foot of
a cleft in the side of the mountain, filled up
with loose rocks and stones, forming a Cyclopean
ladder, which reminded me of the ruined stair-
way of a Norman keep.
Here I had to exchange my English boots
for a pair of soft red-leather riding-boots, with
rough goat-skin soles, made for me in Lokoja.
I am a bad climber, and I was literally dragged
up the greater part of the ascent by three
assistants. Before the summit was reached
Lieutenant Kinsman was also going in his
socks ; and when we came to a slippery path
that zigzagged across the smooth slope of
the stone I was gratified by the sight of my
younger comrade in the grasp of two barefooted
supporters.
The sweat was falling from our foreheads
when we gained a shelf from which the crest of
the main stone — the back of the dromedary —
was fairly in sight. Here the lieutenant alarmed
me slightly by telling off two men to keep close
beside me and answer for my life. Just after-
wards a shout came from the
foremost files. On a narrow
ledge skirting a cliff which jutted
out across a ravine to the right
they had caught sight of a few
armed men, the outposts of the
People of the Stone. These
sentinels were armed with Dane
guns — long - barrelled muzzle-
loaders, with flint locks, bound
with straw and bedecked with
cowrie-shells as charms, a great
improvement on poisoned arrows
from the white man's point of view.
The Semarikans fled on being
discoveied, and the march was
resumed. In about three hours
from leaving camp we found
ourselves on the level summit of
the stone, with some houses
coming into sight round the
corner of one of the great
humps which towered farther
aloft. Here a cry of horror
from some of the black followers
drew my eye to a broad rock slab
stained with black, grisly stains.
The interpreter explained with
a shudder. This was where the
People of the Stone slew their
sacrificial victims, and cast their
bodies down the mountain.
As we advanced through some
tiny garden plots, sown with
cassava, to the entrance of the
town, we found the whole place
deserted. Every living thing in Semarika had
taken refuge on the heights above, where the
red-walled houses of the chiefs, perched on rocky
cornices, formed strongholds really impregnable
to all but artillery — or bluff.
The first sight that met my eye as we marched
in was a juju house, adorned with three human
skulls. I ordered them to be taken down and
brought after me. (One is in my possession
now.) In the empty market-place I sat down
and sent a messenger for the King.
The first response to the summons was a pro-
cession of women and boys, who clambered down
the rock carrying water in brown calabashes and
earthen pitchers. At first I stared, then it
dawned on me that their spies had told the
People of the Stone that wherever the white
judge had come his first demand had been for
water for his men. The water was a propitiation,
and I was able to take the measure of the
Semarikans.
Still the King did not appear ; only a curious,
excited crowd showed itself on a plateau j ust above.
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tell the King that
at once
I shall
go
if he does not
up and fetch
" Go and
come down
him."
A clamour was heard above, the lowering
mass of savages parted in the midst, and a
figure, glorious in a robe of bright red and
yellow silk, showed up against the dark back-
ground like a tulip against a bed of earth.
Lieutenant Kinsman promptly lined the
approach to the market-place with a row of men
with fixed bayonets to keep off the crowd.
" Let only the King through," he ordered.
" I should like to have the Balogun as well,"
I amended, quietly.
The crowd pressing against the hedge of
bayonets parted again as my words were
interpreted, and a giant in bodily presence,
with the shoulders of a Samson, thrust himself
forward, a self-satisfied smile on his cruel
mouth. I believe he took the order for his
admission as an honour.
I was conscious of a passing touch of com-
punction as I
not changed their ways, I shall come again, and
I shall take you all away from here and make
you live in some distant place."
Then I looked at the Balogun.
"Tell the King that in order to give him a
better chance of bringing his people into good
ways I am going to take away this man."
The confident smile trickled off the lips of
th- truculent giant. I said to him : —
" I hear you are a robber. I hear you are a
murderer. I hear you go out on the highway
and cut off men's heads."
He protested sullenly and defiantly that I
had been misinformed.
" Look what I have found in your town," I
retorted. And at a signal from me the three
skulls were cast down between me and the
prisoner.
The Balogun went ashen grey, not so much
from a sense of guilt, I think, as from fear of
the magic power of the skulls, which he
believed I had turned against him.
savage
marked this
strutting in
I spoke first
mighty
to his doom.
to the King.
Everything I said had
to be turned by my own
interpreter from English
into Hausa, by another
from Hausa into Igarra,
and by the King of
Igarra's son into the
peculiar speech of the
People of the Stone.
" I hear that your psople
are bad people, but I hear
that you are a young man,
and that you are not the
most to blame. The King
of Igarra has spoken to me
on your behalf. I am not
going to do anything to
you this time, if you under-
take to do what I tell you.
You are to take the advice
of the King of Igarra, and
your people are to put a
stop to their murders and
robberies."
The young man in the
tulip robe vowed eternal
gratitude to the white judge
and the King of Igarra.
The son of the King of
Igarra offered to go surety
for the King of Semarika.
" If, after I have gone, I
hear that your people have
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I gave the order for his arrest, taking my
loaded revolver from my belt at' the same
moment.
A fierce snarl burst from the dismayed crowd
as two soldiers closed up to the popular
champion and began to make fast his hands.
The Balogun shouted to his friends, and there
was an ugly rush to get through the line of
soldiers. Lieutenant Kinsman was only just in
time to clap his revolver to the head of a burly
savage, hardly less formidable-looking than the
Balogun himself, who was heading the onset.
" If one man breaks through the prisoner
will be shot dead instantly," I called out.
The Balogun fell silent the moment my
order was repeated by the interpreters. Lieu-
tenant Kinsman's energetic action was also
having its effect on the mob. But, perhaps,
what really saved us from trouble was the
remarkable behaviour of the King.
At the order for the Balogun's arrest the young
man had flung himself at my feet, literally roll-
ing himself in all his silken splendour over and
over in the dust, to implore mercy for the
accused. Then, at the first symptoms of a
rescue, he had sprung up and rushed to the aid
of the lieutenant, urging and threatening and
even thrusting back the crowd with his own
hands. As soon as they gave way he darted
back and grovelled on the earth before me
again ; and so he kept on, alternately restraining
his people and beseeching me. It was a superb
piece of acting, and I could not help admiring
it in the midst of my distractions. I felt sure
that the King's distress was feigned in order to
please the Balogun's party in the town. His
real feelings towards his formidable subject
were probably hatred and fear.
At length the people were made to under-
stand that I was going to try the prisoner, and
they quieted down. I took out my court-book,
and with one hand still holding my revolver I
wrote down the formal heading, "In the
Provincial Court of Kabba, holden at
Semarika." Then I proceeded to record the
evidence, knowing, as I sat there in the man-
slayers' eyrie high up on the great stone in the
heart of savage Africa, with a score of Hausas
holding back the raging savages, that every word
I wrote would be read over with conscientious
care in a quiet room overlooking St. James's
Park. Professional instinct is strong, and per-
haps I felt a touch of pride in thinking that I
had observed every form of the Old Bailey, and
that no flaw could be found in the record.
It so happened that among the witnesses who
had followed me up to the town there was not
one who could depose to an act of murder by
the man who stood at the bar. The evidence
only warranted a conviction for slave-raiding,
and I sentenced the prisoner to ten years' penal
servitude. I was disappointed a. the time, but
I have since thought it fortunate. A sentence
of death at that juncture might have provoked
serious consequences.
Then the interpreter made a communication.
There were captives imprisoned in the Balogun's
house higher up, and their friends wanted me
to set them free.
I did not much relish this further experiment
on the patience of the Semarikans, but I saw no
help for it. A fresh clamour burst forth as
soon as the People of the Stone understood
what I was going to do. But the tulip-robed
King once more exerted himself, and kept close
beside me as we forced a lane through the
scowling throng.
Scrambling over rocks, turning narrow corners,
thrusting aside fresh groups of townsmen, who
cursed us as we passed, scaling quaint ladders,
on the pattern of the climbing pole in a bear-
pit, we at length found ourselves before a round,
red-walled house, two stories high, built in a
style of architecture like nothing I had come
across elsewhere. A narrow corridor ran round
inside the outer wall, and from it narrow door-
ways opened into small rooms, from which other
doorways led into a round yard in the centre.
Through this burrow the soldiers and hangers-
on ran to and fro, seizing Dane guns and spears
and bows and poisoned arrows, a form of loot
which I did not feel called upon to check, since
it was partly a measure of precaution. But the
captives were nowhere to be found.
Someone gave the explanation to my
interpreter.
" This is not the Balogun's house. The
King has brought you to his own house
instead."
I supposed the poor King had done this to
propitiate the Balogun's party, but the real
reason was more gruesome.
We all dashed out of the building and found
our way to another, this time square-built,
filling a natural chamber in the cliff. I ordered
someone to shout out : " The white man has
come to free the captives of the Balogun."
Three girls with pretty Jewish features were
among those who responded to the call. They
were the daughters of the old King of Igarra,
someone said. The interior of the house
seemed strangely silent and deserted, and the
young King took particular pains to satisfy me
that there was nothing concealed. From one
small door that I lifted a number of fowls
fluttered out, and from another some goats.
Yet a fierce crowd was collecting outside, and
beginning to look dangerous.
THE STONE OF SEMARIKA.
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THEY WERE THE DAUGHTERS OF THE OLD KING OF IGARRA.
Lieutenant Kinsman presently told me he
thought it was time for us to leave. I was not
at all inclined to argue the point with him.
The bright-rai merited King followed me down,
helping me over the rough places, and ever and
anon renewing his supplications on behalf of
the Balogun. In the market-place he rolled in
the dust for the last time, and we saw him no
more.
As we marched out past the juju house, I
ordered it to be fired. A few men thereupon
showed themselves on the roofs of the adjoining
buildings, crying to the white judge to spare
their dwellings. This was the last sight we had
of the People of the Stone.
Arrived at the beginning of the slippery
descent, a halt was called, and the lieutenant
and I shared some sandwiches. A chill wind
blew over the summit of the mountain, making
us half unwilling to go down. It was the first
time I had felt cool since passing Teneriffe.
The three rescued princesses would not wait for
us, but ran down the slope in front with their
arms twined together, a pleasant sight.
While we were resting a startling piece of
information filtered out of the dull interpreter.
That morning the People of the Stone had
sacrificed a man to keep the white judge from
entering their town, and the newly-slain corpse
was being hastily carried out of the Balogun's
house while we were being led into the King's
on a false scent.
As our little troop marched exulting from
the foot of Semarika it came over me that the
men deserved some praise. I asked Lieutenant
Kinsman's leave, and when we reached camp
the twenty Hausas were drawn up in line, and I
thanked their officer and them on behalf of
His Excellency the High Commissioner for
their coolness and courage in carrying out a
service of some difficulty and danger.
That afternoon I held another durbar. As
soon as I had shaken off my carriers, who came
to tender their formal congratulations — they had
never expected us to return alive — the aged
King of Igarra dragged himself down his rocks
again to remind me that he had been the first
to warn me against the People of the Stone.
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The fanning wives hugged their recovered
daughters and wanted to kiss my feet.
Also the handsome young King of Okpe
hastened over once more to offer incense
and to ask for several favours, which Were not
granted.
Then I had the Balogun before me again,
and tried him on a fresh charge. For down in
the valley a witness was brought to me whose
testimony was like this : —
" My name is Omaru. I am a Hausa from
Bida. I am a trader. I was coming along the
path outside the valley. My brother and his
wife were with me. The Balogun met us.
There were men with him. He came up to my
brother and cut off his head. He did not say
anything to my brother first. My brother's wife
and I ran away."
To which the prisoner answered, " I was
there, but I did not strike the blow."
Another witness, a man of Igarra, told how
he had been at work in his field the same even-
ing, and how he heard his fellow-villagers call
out, "The Balogun has killed a man," and how
he looked up and
saw the Balogun
crossing the little
stream at a point
which I could see
from where I sat,
and carrying a
bleeding head by
the hair. The
whole scene came
before me — the
affrighted v i 1 -
lagers crying out,
the labourer look-
ing up from his
furrow, and the
monster stepping
exultantly up the
valley carrying his
ghastly trophy.
I found him guilty of wilful murder and took
him to Lokoja, where he was hanged.
The People of the Stone made one more sign.
In the middle of the night the carriers, who
slept outside the camp, came flocking in to say
that mysterious lights had been seen coming
down the mountain side, and Lieutenant Kins-
man made his men stand to their arms and
posted additional sentries. But I did not feel
justified in acting on the clause in my instruc-
tions which authorized an immediate execution
in cases of " urgent danger."
On the morrow, as I rode across the plain at
the head of my little company, I could not tear
my eyes from the majestic shape of that weird
stone. My comrade generously told me that
our tour had repaid him for coming from India,
and that he no longer regretted having missed
the bigger "show " on the Cross River, with its
possibilities of bars and D.S.O.'s. But to
me our last adventure stood for something
more than an exciting piece of service. It
was a fairy-tale come to life. I felt I had
stepped straight out of the Middle Temple
and the twentieth
century into the
shining foreworld.
The language of
immortal myths
and legends had
become refreshed
with meaning.
The enchanted
castle, the man-
eating ogre, the
released princess
were all there. I
had come out to
Africa to study
living folk-lore, in-
stead of specimens
in books, and now,
like the lieuten-
ant, I felt repaid.
,.
HE LOOKED UP AND SAW THE BALOGUN CROSSING THE LITTLE STREAM."
A Modern Robinson Crusoe.
By Hervey de Montmorency.
On a tiny island, far out in the lonely Pacific, lives a veritable twentieth-century Crusoe. For sixteen
years he has dwelt there alone with his wife and a faithful " Man Friday," cultivating the ground,
hunting and fishing, and occasionally putting in a little spare time searching for the vast pirate
treasure which is known to be buried somewhere on the island.
OUBTS have been cast upon the
authenticity of the history of
Alexander Selkirk, around whose
adventurous career was woven the
immortal romance of Robinson
Crusoe. But if Daniel Defoe knew of no
living model for his hero, he was only anticipa-
ting events — for Robinson Crusoe is alive
to-day, in this prosaic twentieth century !
On a lonely island in the Pacific Ocean, three
hundred miles to the north of the Equator and
at an equal distance from the western shore of
Costa Rica, there dwells a man who has passed
sixteen years of his romantic life upon this
deserted spot, where he is monarch of all he
surveys.
Ships rarely, if ever,
call at Cocos Island —
for such is the name
of the place — and the
rapid decrease in the
numbers of sailing vessels
upon these seas makes
visits to the island rarer
and rarer. In the olden
times, before the days of
steam, ships were some-
times compelled to put
in for water, and, when
whaling was a profitable
business, the neighbour-
hood of Cocos Island
was frequented by many
a high - pooped barque,
whose mainmast, warped
forward by the constant
strain of heavy tackles,
marked her as one of the
vessels that chased the
mighty cachalot from the
Arctic to the Antarctic
seas, pursuing their dangerous calling through
every season and in every latitude.
Twice at least this modern Alexander Selkirk
has had to sail to the mainland on a boat built
by himself from the rough timbers of trees
felled by his own hand, and propelled by sails
improvised from sheets from his bed. On the first
occasion fifty hours were sufficient for him to
make the passage, but his second attempt
involved a six days' voyage. One can picture
the face of the determined man, with red eyes
straining to the horizon and sinewy hand
cramped on the tiller, through a week of sleep-
less, anxious nights and days when the burning
tropical sun beat down on his head.
THE MODERN ROBINSON L
From a]
RUSOE, WHO HAS LIVED F()K SIXTEEN YEARS ON A REMOTE ISLAND
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"crusoe's" home by the side of the creek.
[Photo.
the uplands he grows
coffee, sufficient for his
own use and that of any
chance vessel which may
happen to call at the
island. He is a great
smoker, and the tobacco
which he raises on his
farm, dried in the shadow
of a corrugated - iron
hut and twisted into
cigars by the clever
fingers of his wife,
satisfies his greatest crav-
ing.
From banana fibre he
makes rope, and from
the bark of a tulip tree,
growing everywhere in
the island, he can make
brushes, brooms, and
many articles of domes-
tic use. The same tree
provides him with tannic
acid, which he uses to
make ink or to tan
There are two inlets on the northern coast
of Cocos Island— Chatham and Wafer bays.
The former affords a better anchorage for
heavy vessels, but the shore is forbidding and
inhospitable, rising sheer out of the water
like a wall, the foot of which is fringed with
the snowy surf, marking where the heavy
Pacific rollers lash themselves into foam
upon the cruel rocks and coral reefs as
sharp as needles.
It is in Wafer Bay that our Crusoe has
made his settlement, by the side of a charm-
ing creek formed by a river of considerable
size, which, flowing from the lofty sides of
Mount Iglesias, some two miles inland, has
gathered strength from many a bubbling
tributary, leaping down the rough slopes,
dancing like a joyous living thing, and spark-
ling like a thousand gems, through the tangle
of undergrowth of the virgin forest which
covers the island, in some places so thickly
that at midday, beneath the great trees,
bound to one another with rope-like creepers,
the traveller imagines himself in the twilight
of an English summer day.
Around his home is a plantation, the work
of his and his wife's unaided hands, for this
latter-day Crusoe is a skilful farmer, as well
as a ship-builder and navigator. Here he
cultivates bananas, oranges, vines, pine-
apples, potatoes, yams, maize— all the fruits
and vegetables of a tropical climate. On
F)om a]
MRS. CRUSOE AMI HER 1)
[J 'ho to.
A MODERN ROBINSON CRUSOE.
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From
rural scene in the Emerald
the hides of the wild pigs abounding in the
island, and the leather is useful for many
purposes, not the least of which is the mend-
ing or making of boots, for our friend belies
the saying which bids the cobbler to stick to
his last. Light he obtains from cocoanut oil,
for there are
thousands of the
graceful cocoa-
nut palms sway-
ing and bowing
and curtsy-
ing along the
shore.
Some of the
wild pigs have
been domesti-
cated by this
resourceful man,
and their homely
grunts in the
farmyard or
orchard remind
the visitor of a
Isle.
Cocos Island, lying in the Doldrums, is visited
at all seasons by heavy showers, and the interior
is a network of watercourses. The loftiest
point of the island being three thousand feet
high and the fall to the sea rapid and consider-
able, the streams race through their rocky beds,
now forming deep pools, now leaping down
cascades of great depth as they wind their ways
to the sea.
Opposite the settler's home a cataract, five
hundred feet in height, discharges its thunder-
ing waters into a basin of smooth, shiny rock
of immense depth, and
whose sides are as round
and polished as though
fashioned by the hand of an
artistic workman ; the over-
flow from the pool forms a
second waterfall twenty feet
high, at the foot of which has
sprung up a delightfully shady
grove of palms and other
trees, some two acres in ex-
tent ; festoons of creepers
hang from branch to branch,
in the clefts between the
boughs of the trees deep red
orchids have taken root, and
small yellow birds like cana-
ries hop from twig to twig,
piping a note as sweet as any
songster's.
The water-power thus fur-
nished by Nature has been
harnessed to a wheel constructed by this
pioneer of civilization. With this he drives a
saw-mill for cutting planks or does other useful
work.
" No nation can become great which has not
stood in the jaws of need," says Emerson, and
so it must be
with individuals.
In the early
days of his
occupation of
Cocos, "Crusoe"
nearly died of
starvation; his
gun broken and
his dog severely
wounded by a
wild boar, un-
able to kill
game, he was
reduced to
knocking down
boobies with a
stick to eat their unsavoury flesh — a booby,
for those who have not heard the word, is
a bird very like a sea-gull, but, judging by
appearances, a gull might make better human
food.
Fish are plentiful around the shores, and so
clear is the water in the bay that the bottom is
visible many fathoms below the surface, and
the strangest and most beautiful creatures can
be seen darting about amidst the coral grottoes
— anemones, sea-urchins, crabs, star-fish, sun-
fish, and devil-fish, every colour and every shape
being represented.
The sharks are large and voracious, and the
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giant ray, eighteen feet in breadth, sometimes
makes his appearance with hideous, gaping
mouth and enormous fins ; hut the bright
colours of the fishes do not compensate for
their other shortcomings : many are poisonous,
and those which are eatable are very coarse.
Amongst the rocks at low tide crayfish may be
caught, and it was with these and the sea-birds
that the modern Crusoe contrived to keep
body and soul together when misfortune befell
him.
In the year 1894 some German emigrants
were persuaded to try their hands at forming a
settlement upon the island, but the attempt was
a failure. The most absurd difficulties were
created by the settlers, not the least of which
Moreover, Cocos is not only one of the most
beautiful spots in the world, but it is rich in
both mineral and agricultural potentialities.
In his spare moments " Robinson Crusoe "
has experimented with certain ores, and claims
to have found silver, copper, and iron. The
Costa Rican Government, to whom the place
belongs, have appointed the settler Governor of
the island, granting him certain rights and the
freehold of half of Cocos. For a time convicts
were sent from the mainland, but the distance
from Punta Arenas was too great for communica-
tion to be kept up by the one gunboat which
forms Costa Rica's Pacific fleet, so they were
withdrawn. • The President of the Republic,
however, proposed to the Governor to send
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CRUSOE AT WORK IN HER GARDEN.
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were born of veneration for the etiquette of
society, and some Gilbertian situations arose,
chiefly amongst the women folk. The emigrants
were an idle, incompetent lot, who preferred the
squalid poverty of a city to the freedom of the
forest and communion with Nature ; they
clamoured to be returned to the Fatherland,
and not a single survivor of the emigration
scheme now remains at Cocos.
The cutting of the Panama Canal should
enhance the value of Cocos Island, for it lies
midway between San Francisco and Valparaiso,
while the increase of shipping and maritime
traffic in these seas, due to the opening of a
waterway between the Atlantic and Pacific
Oceans, should make a coaling-port a necessity
in this neighbourhood for some Great Power.
prisoners to work under' him, but the offer was
refused.
Besides its natural advantages, Cocos Island
has, however, one great attraction which draws
exploring parties and adventurous spirits to its
shores. It was the spot chosen by the famous
buccaneer, Benito, as the hiding-place for his ill-
gotten gains ; of this there is no doubt what-
ever, and on several occasions sums of money
have been recovered by searchers. " Crusoe "
knows where the bulk of the treasure lies
hidden, but states that a tremendous landslide
has covered the rich stores of gold and church
ornaments, so that to recover the prize a large
capital would be required and an expensive
machinery plant, while at least ten months
would have to be spent in mining operations.
A MODERN ROBINSON CRUSOE.
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THE AUTHOR S PARTY DIGGING FOR PIRATE TREASURE.
From a Photo.
Benito was the historical personage on whom
Captain Marryat modelled his character, Cain,
in the popular novel, "The Pirate." In 1821
he blew out his brains to avoid capture by the
British gunboat Espiegle, but that was not
until he had made his name a terror in both the
Atlantic and the Pacific for a period of seven
years. He seized the Mexican treasure, which
was being removed to the coast, during the
troublesome days of Yturbide, and he sacked
the churches along the Pacific shore of South
and Central America.
On Cocos Island he had a desperate fight
with his second in command, a Frenchman,
who headed a party of malcontents. Benito cut
the Frenchman down and re-established his
authority, but not until the pirates' numbers had
been reduced by fifteen. Some of the bodies
were thrown to the sharks, but none were buried,
and the Governor of Cocos sometimes finds
human bones — grim relics of that old-time
struggle — lying amidst the undergrowth.
The treasure accumulated by Benito must
have been enormous, for the richest spoils of
Mexico and Peru were constantly being carried
on the Spanish galleons along the western shore
of Spain's American colonies. It is said that
Benito had to throw seven of his nine cannon
overboard to enable him to carry the gold bars
and treasures on his ship.
Many of the expeditions putting ashore at
Cocos Island have handled " Crusoe's " property
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with scant courtesy. A British war-ship once
landed a party of Marines, who uprooted his
plantations in their eager search for treasure ;
they, moreover, threatened with their bayonets
the wife of the Governor when she protested at
their depredations.
Another party of adventurers killed the cows
and chickens, tore down fruit trees, and im-
ported cockroaches from their dirty ship into
the dwelling-rooms of the settler, who was
absent at the time upon the mainland.
"Crusoe" stands six feet two inches in his
socks, and is powerfully built in proportion,
so he is an ugly customer to tackle single-
handed, but one man alone can effect little
against a company of Marines or a boat-load
of excited treasure-hunters.
The picturesque appearance of the creek in
Wafer Bay, with its little tin huts and outhouses
peeping from between the curtsying palms and
the swaying banana bushes, tempts the traveller
to explore the inland portion of the island,
and an expedition into the interior well repays
the trouble of climbing the rugged slopes of the
cliffs, which, rampart-like, guard against invasion.
Progress is slow, for most of the journey must
be made on all-fours, and it is necessary to carry
a machete to cut a way through the tangle of
creepers and undergrowth. Nor is the journey
devoid of danger, for the precipices are steep
and loose boulders and slippery stones make a
precarious loothold ; the little red ants, which
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swarm everywhere on the leaves and bushes, are
a veritable pest, and their bite is as ^harp as a
wasp's sting.
Amongst the trees which grow inland may be
recognised the wild rubber, cedars, walnuts,
and ironwood, and, where an opening in the
forest allows the sun to penetrate, graceful ferns
grow in a tangle of luxuriance. Towards evening
the crickets and grasshoppers commence their
harsh chorus, only interrupted by the rustling
sound of a startled boar who, nimble-footed
as a goat, leaps from boulder to boulder, crash-
ing through the undergrowth, like some hairy,
reddish -yellow whirlwind, whisked past the
astonished eyes of the traveller. Sea-birds
swarm on the shore or wheel in graceful circles
high over the inland forest. So tame are they
that it brings a blush to the cheek to think that
Nature made her feathered children friendly
and bold, but man rejected the friendship and
taught the lesson of fear and hatred.
Some kindly St. Patrick must have per-
formed the same office for Cocos which the
patron saint of Ireland did for the Emerald Isle,
for there are no snakes on the island, but there
are many and pretty lizards.
On the huge boulders scattered along the
shores of Chatham Bay are several quaint in-
scriptions. Whalers, pirates, and men-o'-war
alike have vied with one another in composing
witty souvenirs of their visits ; allusions to the
treasure are frequent. " The bird is flown "
seems the most favourite writing : this evi-
dently by the hands of disappointed treasure-
hunters.
When " Crusoe " first went to Cocos Island
he found many traces of the pirates. Their old
camp could still be seen, with thirty-two stone
steps leading to a cave; old fireplaces, rusty
pots and arms, and several empty bottles
marked the place of some carouse.
His own fortune has not been great in the
matter of treasure-trove, for he has only found
one gold coin, a doubloon of the time of
Charles the Third, by the Grace of God King
of Spain and Emperor of the Indies, dated
1788.
On the high ground above the usual anchorage
overlooking the bay is the grave of Mike,
" Crusoe's " boatswain and faithful comrade,
who came with him to the island fifteen or
sixteen years ago. Mike shot himself by
accident in trying to ward off the charge of a
wounded pig with the butt of his repeating
rifle.
As we rowed back to our yacht, after having
spent some days with our strange and interesting
friend, who showered his hospitality upon us,
" Crusoe," his wife, and his " Man Friday "
waded into the sea to wave us good-bye, the
tears streaming down their cheeks. There we
left them, out of humanity's reach, heedless of
the busy, whirling world, with its wars, injustice,
and deceit, to bask in Nature's smiles and await,
perhaps for years, the sight of another human
face !
CRUSOE S ISLAND.
\.Pkoto.
My Shipwreck.
Told by Mrs. Westwood, and Set Down by Mary Farrah.
The exciting experience that befell a sailor's wife while making a voyage with her husband. As
Mrs. Westwood remarks, the happenings of that disastrous trip were quite enough to satisfy any
reasonable woman's thirst for perilous adventure.
j^S^Y
HIS adventure happened some thirty
years ago, when 1 had not long been
married. My husband was part
owner and captain of a little coasting
schooner, the Two Brothers, of Hull,
which used to trade up and down the coast
between London and various eastern or north-
eastern ports. Her cargoes were of all kinds,
and not always particularly clean. Sometimes
she carried coals to London and brought back
bone manure, which, of course, smelt horribly;
or it might be a "clean" cargo of grain or
machinery. I didn't appreciate very lengthy
partings from my hus-
band, so occasionally,
when there was nothing
disagreeable about the
cargo, he would take
me with him on a
summer trip for four or
five days at a time, and
I soon got to be a first-
rate sailor, and enjoyed
the little cruises im-
mensely.
At the time of this
story I had gone on
board the Ttvo Brothers
for one of these little
trips. We sailed from
Hull to Newcastle in
order to ship a cargo
of fire-bricks and coke
to carry to London,
where, so far as I was
concerned, the voyage
would end, for I was
to stay a few days there
with some cousins, and
then go home by train.
We set sail from
Newcastle one morn-
ing with a strong wind
blowing and a rough sea, but as it was still early
in September, and we had been having splendid
weather for some time, we expected at the most
nothing worse than a little delay. But whatever
the cause may have been — and I'm not clever
MRS. WESTWOOD, WHO RELATE
TO THE
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enough about such matters to be able to explain
that — our little vessel was fated to encounter
one of the severest gales known on that coast
for many years.
Long before noon we were in the midst of it.
The waves dashed right over the schooner, and
the wind shrieked and howled around us like a
devouring monster. Of course, all sail was
furled, and I had to stay down in our tiny cabin,
where I sat shivering with the sudden intense
cold and with fear of the dreadful storm.
Occasionally Jack, my husband, would come
to cheer me up with a few encouraging words.
He was always one to
look at the bright side
of things, and he said
if only he could keep
well out to sea, away
from the cruel York-
shire coast, he btlieved
the Two Brothers
would yet weather the
storm.
"If only you were
safe at home, darling,"
hesaid, more than once,
" I should have no-
thing to trouble about."
And all that day and
through the terrible
night that followed I
believe the brave fel-
low's one thought was
for me ; he would have
felt little or no anxiety
on his own account.
All at once, as I sat
listening down below,
there was a sharp rend-
ing, crashing sound, and
the vessel heeled over
until the floor of the
cabin was like the
side of a mountain, and I made sure we
were going straight to the bottom. I held
on to my seat as well as I could, but I was
terribly frightened — too frightened even to
scream.
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After a short time the vessel gradually righted
herself, and presently I heard my husband's
voice and knew that he was coming down to
find out what effect the crash had had on my
nerves. At the first glance I saw by his grave
expression that something serious was the
matter and braced myself to hear bad news.
" What is it, Jack ? " I asked. " Please tell
me at once."
" The mast's overboard," he replied, speaking
rapidly, as if every
moment were pre-
cious, " but that's
not the worst
trouble. She's
sprung a leak with
the straining of the
storm, and for the
last hour we've been
hoping the sea
would quiet down
enough to let us
launch the boat,
but of course in
such a sea as this
we couldn't keep
afloat two minutes.
Now, don't be
frightened, dear.
There's a big
schooner close to
us, and we're trying
to get near enough
to heaveyou aboard
her as we pass.
You must come
just as you are ;
there's no time to
think about any-
thing else."
While he was
speaking he was all
the time gently
drawing me up to
the deck. Once
there the roar of
wind and sea was so
great that I knew it was no use my attempting to
talk or ask questions. Besides, I didn't want to
add to his troubles at such a time by my fears
and protestations. I had no hat or shawl or wrap
of any description, and I had to stand shivering
and terrified by the sight of the mountainous
waves and the howling of the gale.
We were sailing short-handed, with only two
men on board besides my husband. The first
hand or mate, Tom Hudson, stood ready to
help in lifting or throwing me on to the strange
ship as she passed us. The second hand, a
HUDSON TOLD ME TO SI'RING FORWARD WITH ALL MY MIGHT WHEN
THEY GAVE THE WORD."
young fellow called Will Gledhill, was at the
helm, and, as even I could plainly see, wore
an unmistakable look of fear on his anxious
face.
But I hadn't much chance to notice anything,
for by this time the big schooner was not more
than a dozen yards away. My husband was
holding one of my arms in a firm grip, while
Hudson took the other, and told me to spring
forward with all my might when they gave the
word, trusting to
them and the
sailors on the
schooner to do
the rest.
Half-a-dozen
men on the other
vessel were lean-
ing far over her
side, their arms
forming a sort of
cradle to catch
me. They had
understood my
husband's signals,
and with ready
kindness, unable
to help us in any
other way, had
steered thus dan-
gerously near in
the attempt to
rescue a woman in
danger.
My knees trem-
bled under me,
but I tried to
nerve myself to
the thought of
that d r e a dful
spring, though it
seemed to me the
schooner would
never get close
enough to keep me
from falling into
the boiling waves.
In one way I was right. Just as she swirled
past Hudson looked sharply at my husband, who
as quickly shook his head, muttering, " Not
near enough by a yard," and let go my arm with
a despairing gesture. Before I had time to
realize the sudden revulsion of feeling our
attention was drawn by a shout from the group
of sailors, and we saw Gledhill as the big
schooner passed him make a flying leap towards
her. With the help of strong arms outstretched
with a sailor's promptitude, he was landed safely
on her deck. It was a magnificent jump, one
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165
that I think only the madness of panic could
have made, for when the schooner passed our
stern she was considerably farther off than when
she passed us standing in the bows.
"Coward!" shouted my husband, shaking
his fist at the fast-disappearing vessel, and
Hudson used stronger words still, though I
couldn't myself blame the lad overmuch for
trying to save his life when he believed nothing
but swift death awaited all those on board our
sinking ship.
I told Jack so, and, putting my arms round
his neck, told him how truly glad I was, even in
that moment of despair, to stay with him instead
of being unwillingly forced on to the strange
ship, leaving him to face death alone. It was
only for his sake, I said, that I had consented to
go. He brightened up a little after that, though
he couldn't long allow himself to forget the peril
he had brought me into.
By this time the waves were washing continu-
ously over the deck, and the little schooner was
plainly settling rapidly. It was impossible to
launch our one small boat, but my husband and
Hudson dragged it to the middle of the deck
and made me get in and sit in the stern, while
disappeared within a few minutes of passing ib
— just as if she had been swallowed up in the
waves. I felt sure she must have gone down,
and indeed Jack and Hudson were inclined to
the same opinion, though, as we afterwards dis-
covered, we were mistaken.
I shall never forget the horror of sitting in
that little boat waiting for the Two Brothers to
go down beneath us. The time — perhaps a
quarter of an hour at the most — seemed like
years, and was harder to bear than all the long,
weary night that followed. I believe Jack felt
it even more than I did, for, of course, he knew
so much better than I the difficulty of getting
free of the wreck, and the danger of being
speedily swamped by the waves unless the storm
moderated very soon.
As I sat there I prayed silently that the wind
and waves might go down and enable us to
keep afloat on that rough, tumbling sea.
The mate and my husband had each a pair
of oars, and at last, when our tiny craft was well
afloat above the submerged deck, Jack gave the
word, and we literally rowed off the sinking
vessel as she went down into the depths of the
ocean. In a few minutes more the last" trace of
WE LITERALLY ROWED OFF THE SINKING VESSEL AS SHE WENT DOWN.
Hudson sat in the bow and Jack occupied the
middle seat. In a calm sea it would easily
have accommodated four or five people, but in
such a tempest even one less was a mercy,
though we scarcely thought of that until after-
wards.
One of the strangest things to me was the
way in which the big schooner had completely
her had vanished, and we were alone in our
frail boat on that wide, stormy sea.
I shuddered involuntarily and hid my face
in my hands. It all looked so much more
terrifying to me now we were so close to
the waves, and at first I expected
every roller that bore down upon us woi
overwhelm us.
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" Heart up, little woman ! " said Jack, speak-
ing more cheerfully now we were fairly afloat
and there was something he could do. "The
sea's gone down wonderfully in the last quarter
of an hour, and I think we can easily keep this
cockleshell moving if you'll help by baling her
out with this tin pail."
It was a fact, as he said, that the waves had
gone down considerably, and the gale showed
distinct signs of abating. When we first got
into the boat, in spite of all I could say, Jack
insisted on taking off his coat and making me
put it on over my thin dress. He now set me
to work baling out with a small tin pail the
water that washed over the sides. I was glad
enough, you may be sure, of something to do,
and after a while the exercise put some degree
of warmth into my frozen limbs. Jack said that
his work at the oars kept him warm, but, of
course, all of us were soon soaked to the skin,
for we were without the least shelter from
the heavy spray that continually broke over
us. Sometimes it was all the two men could
do to keep the tiny boat's head to the waves,
for, though the tumult was much less than
before, we were still in danger of instant destruc-
tion if she once got broadside on or a wave
broke over the gunwale. However, they toiled
on bravely, and occasionally one of them took
that I could hardly go on baling, and even the
stern, white faces of the two men began to show
signs of exhaustion.
If only I could have given them a drink or
a morsel of food ! But there we were in our
little boat, absolutely without food or drink of
any description, and what we suffered from
thirst I think only those who have felt the same
can understand. It wasn't hunger so much ; I
felt as if food would have choked me, though,
of course, I had tasted nothing since our early
breakfast. It was the awful thirst brought on
by excitement and nervous exhaustion, and
Hudson said afterwards he believed he should
have gone mad if it had lasted much longer.
The afternoon had passed and it was begin-
ning to grow dusk, but we still kept on baling
and rowing mechanically, until suddenly my
husband gave a low moan and dropped forward
into the bottom of the boat in a dead faint.
I was on my knees beside him in a moment
trying to lift his head as much as possible
out of the water and to bring him back to con-
sciousness by rubbing his stiff, frozen hands.
But I could make no impression, and fearing
he was dead or dying I clung to him wildly
and implored the mate to tell me what I
could do.
" Do, mum ? " said Hudson. " If yer don't
I IMPLORED THE MATE TO TELL ME WHAT 1 COULD DO.
a short spell of rest, while all of us kept a
constant look-out for a vessel each time we rose
to the summit of a big wave.
This went on for several long, anxious hours,
and my arms and back so ached with stooping
want us all to be drowned you must take to
that there baling again, an' pretty quick, too !
The captain '11 soon come round all right if
yer leave him to hisself." The man's manner
was rough, but he showed that he meant well,
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167
for he managed with some difficulty to slip off
his own coat, which he gruffly bade me put
round my husband. I could do nothing else
for him in our helpless condition, and, of
course, it was worse than useless to neglect the
only means of saving the lives of any of us.
So with an aching heart I seized my pail
again and tried to lessen the amount of water
that had rapidly come in over the sides of the
boat. To our dismay the wind had shifted
slightly, and the sea was growing more and more
tempestuous.
The next half-hour was one of horror, and the
agony of aching muscles and exhausted strength.
I toiled on with mind and body numb with
misery, and fearing every moment that the poor
mate would collapse like my husband. One
cause for thankfulness was that Jack had opened
his eyes and was able to regain his seat, but one
of his oars had gone overboard, and Hudson
would not hear of relinquishing his and taking a
spell of rest.
In spite of all our efforts the waves that broke
over the boat left more water behind than either
Jack or I could bale out, and in almost apathetic
despair I watched it gradually rise, until we all
felt that hope was over and the end very near.
Just at this terrible moment, through the
darkening night, a black shadow suddenly rose
before us, and we saw a vessel so close that at
first it seemed as if she would inevitably run us
down. We all shouted at the top of our voices,
and to our joy we were heard. A rope was
flung to us and was cleverly caught and made
fast by my husband, and in a short time they
had drawn us up to the side of the vessel,
though our little boat was already half-swamped
and we were in great danger of being drowned
before they could get us on board. Once safely
on deck, our boat was cut adrift, and in a few
minutes we saw it fill with water and sink like
the Two Brothers beneath the surface.
For the second time that day we had been
rescued from a watery grave, and it was with
very mingled feelings that we looked about us
to see what our new shelter was like.
We were almost too stupefied with cold and
fatigue to care much when we learnt that luck
was still against us, and that we had practically
jumped from the frying-pan into the fire ! We
had been picked up by Captain Naylor, of the
small collier brig Susannah, which had been
blown out of her course by the storm, and had
sprung a leak. She was a stout-built vessel, but
was now very old and weather-beaten ; still her
captain hoped to be able to make Yarmouth
H.irbour before she foundered. This he told us
after giving us a stiff dose of rum and water, the
only drink at his command, for the fires were
out, so that no food could be cooked and
course, no comforts provided for ship..
strangers. Some sodden biscuit we shouldn't
have touched at any other time was offered us
by a grimy sailor, and we ate a little, and drank
some more of the strong spirits.
We felt much revived after this, and Hudson
and my husband insisted on turning to with the
men in their work at the pumps, for the crew . !
the brig needed all the help they could possibly
get.
As for myself, I went below to the little cabin,
where the rising water was already a foot deep,
and sat down with my feet on a chair to keep
them out of the wet. Jack and one of the
sailors did the best they could for me. I took
off Jack's coat and the soaked bodice of my
dress, and they fastened them up on one of the
yards to dry in the wind, and covered my
shoulders with a coarse blanket. I dared not
attempt to take off my boots, for I knew if I
did I should never get them on again, so I had
to bear the discomfort of my poor, aching,
swollen feet as well as I could.
I was so worn out that even in that con-
strained position, still oppressed with anxiety as
to our ultimate fate, I managed to doze off for
a few minutes every now and then, to awake
shivering with the cold. By the light of a
greasy oil lamp I could see that the water in the
cabin was still rising, but very slowly, so that
there was a chance, with luck, of the poor old
Susannah reaching Yarmouth.
At last, after what seemed to me like a dozen
ordinary nights rolled into one, my husband
returned with my bodice, which I put on with
difficulty, for, of course, it had dried as stiff as
leather. He had resumed his coat, but looked
almost as dirty and dishevelled as the crew of
the collier. He told me the men were almost
at the last gasp with fatigue, having had to work
the pumps all night without rest, but the captain
kept them going with liberal tots of rum and
was determined to hold on if possible, as he had
only one leaky boat, too small in any case to carry
us all. Jack said that Captain Naylor worked
with the men himself and forced them to respect
him by his pluck and endurance. Dawn was
just breaking as Jack helped me on deck, for
could hardly walk, I was so stiff and tired. I
had my blanket folded for warmth over my
dress, and Tack found a sheltered corner where
we partook of another " meal " of biscuit and
rum-flavoured water.
In the dawning light everybody showed to the
worst possible advantage. A more haggard,
unkempt, grimy set of men I never saw, and I
have no doubt my own looks were a good match
for theirs. I hadn't even a hat to cover the we:
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wisps of hair that clung round my face and fell
down my back, and all attempts to fasten them
up ended in failure owing to the fact that most
of my hairpins had fallen out during my
exertions in the small boat.
However, this was all forgotten in the sigh
of thankfulness and
relief that rose from
every breast when the
cry went up that Yar-
mouth was in sight,
and we knew that we
might soon set foot on
land once more.
It was even yet
doubtful if the water-
logged vessel could
reach the harbour in
safety. A steam- tug
presently signalled to
know if she should
come to our assist-
ance, but Captain
Naylor doggedly re-
fused. He said that
after all his efforts to
take the brig in he
wasn't going to waste
money on a steam-
tug. In spite of our
natural anxiety we
couldn't but admire
the man's determina-
tion, though I confess
I didn't feel so much
admiration myself
until we were safely
ashore.
Well, at last — it
seemed a lifetime of waiting — " at last "
came ; we struggled into Yarmouth Harbour,
and Jack helped, almost carried, me on to
the quay. A fine sight I was for the few
onlookers, but fortunately at that early hour —
between six and half-past — there was hardly
anybody about. Jack soon had me in a cab,
and we were driven straight to the Sailors'
Home.
There we were treated with the utmost kind-
ness. After a delicious breakfast of steaming
hot coffee, rolls, and fish I was assisted by the
matron into a warm bed, and wasn't long in
falling into a sound sleep. Later in the day
some decent clothing was lent me, so that I could
go out and buy some new things, and my
WE PAKTOOK OK ANOI'HEK MEAI. "F BISCUIT AND
RUM-FI.AVOURED WATER."
husband, though not so badly off as I was,
received help of the same kind.
We went home by train to Hull the next day,
and Jack duly reported the loss of the Two
Brothers. Fortunately for us, his own share
in the loss was entirely covered by insurance.
He was soon able to
get another berth as
captain, and Hudson
once more sailed with
him as mate. As for
me, after a few days'
rest I felt no ill-effects
from my adventurous
voyage.
I must tell you that
the Susannah was re-
paired and again
went to sea, but she
foundered in Yar-
mouth Roads in
the following spring.
Captain Naylor was
not on board her
when she went down,
and we heard he had
won both respect and
profit by his brave
handling of her
during that famous
September gale.
Many months
afterwards, one day
in the street, I sud-
denly came face to
face with Gledhill.
We stared at each
other as if we had
seen a ghost, for
each had thought the other at the bottom
of the sea. It turned out that the schooner
into which Gledhill had jumped was blown
out to sea in the storm, and finally ran
ashore on the coast of Norway at a barren,
desolate spot far from any town. From there
Gledhill had tramped with most of the ship-
wrecked crew, until at length they reached
Christiania. Gledhill was there befriended by
the Seamen's Mission, and after some time
was able to work his passage back to Hull.
So ends my true story of the sea. I think
you will admit that my one long day and night
of danger and shipwreck was enough to satisfy
any reasonable woman's thirst for perilous
adventure.
3y Sledge j/lcross the Sop of Europe.
By Gii.son Willets.
An account of an arduous midwinter trip through the remote regions of Northern Russia, Finland,
Lapland, and Sweden. Ravenous wolves, prowling highwaymen, six-foot snow-drifts, and starving
peasants were some of the accessories of this out-of-the-ordinary journey. Mr. Willets illustrates
his article with a number of striking photographs.
ROM where I write this I can
peer out through a double window
upon a scene of dazzling white-
ness, all illumined by the wide-
spreading flames of the Aurora
Borealis. That mysterious torch of the northern
heavens, made seemingly of a thousand thousand
rainbows, reveals Kajana, a village set in the
snow-bound region of Northern Finland, two
days' journey from the northernmost railroad
station in the Czar's Empire. The incan-
descence of the Northern Lights imparts a
wondrous majesty to the scene.
" Suddenly out of the vast silence comes a
sound strangely mournful. Only at the top of
Vol. xiv.— 22.
SCHOOL CHILDREN SERENADING THE
From a] wayside station.
the world can a sound so melancholy be heard.
It is the sound of human voices — male voices
singing in chorus one of the weird folklore
songs of the northland. The young men of
Kajana are serenading the American traveller."
This extract fro n my diary was written in a
four-room post-house, dignified by the name
Kajana Hotel, on a midwinter evening of last
year. I was then " forty-eight hours north of
the railway," on a sledge journey which was to
last four weeks, during which time I was to
traverse Northern Russia, Finland, Lapland, and
Sweden, covering a distance of seven hundred
miles.
That serenade was in accord with the custom
of the country. Singing, indeed, may be said to
be a national custom alike among
the Finns, Russians, and Swedes.
For at every railway station at
which we stopped, and at every
post-house throughout the trip, the
peasants came to sing for us. In
Helsingfors, the capital of Finland,
we were God - speeded by a male
chorus of seventy - five voices,
called the "Jolly Musicians."
said to be the finest male choral
society in all Russia. In
Uleaborg, a wonderful city of Fin-
land, having the Arctic Circle run-
ning through its town - hall, two
thousand school children assembled
and sang the Finnish National
Anthem for our benefit.
Besides the serenades, they in-
variably gave us flowers. Whi
those daisies came from out of that
country of snow and ice, where the
streets of villages were snow-packed
seven feet deep, was a mysti
never solved, for we discovered
no nurseries or florists' shops.
In a country where poverty dwells
eternallv, those expensive flowers
represented the most pathetic and
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AT UI.EADORG, IN FINLAND, TWO THOUSAND CHILDREN ASSF.MBLKD AND SANG THE FINNISH NATIONAL ANTHEM, AFTERWARDS
From a\ presenting mr. willets and his companions with flowers. [Photo.
sincere tribute that could possibly be paid to
a stranger in a strange land.
My Finnish companions told me that I was
the first foreigner who had ever appeared in
that region in midwinter. " Don't be offended
by their staring, master," said my native guide.
" Some of those peasants have never seen a
foreigner before in all their lives. Some of
them have come forty, fifty miles to see you.
Besides, master, you have black eyes and black
hair, and those are things which many of these
blue-eyed, flaxen-haired people have never seen
before."
From St. Petersburg we made the first stage
of my journey to Helsingfors by the big, com-
fortable Russian railway train, with its wood-
burning locomotive. Thence, with companions
who joined me at Helsingfors, I journeyed by
the perfectly-appointed Finnish railway train to
Kuopio, the northern terminus, in the heart of
the land called, in Finnish, Suomi — " The Land
of Many Lakes." Then by sledges we reached
Kajana, the first and last village of importance
north of the railroad, in middle Finland.
Our sledges had already brought us over
many frozen lakes and rivers, through pine
forest after pine forest. On the way we visited
many peasant homes, sometimes ploughing our
way through virgin snow for the purpose ; while
to reach the more remote huts we were obliged
to travel by skis, a method of locomotion in
which I was still amazingly clumsy.
Ten, fifteen, and twenty miles had often to
be traversed between two neighbouring farm-
houses. With the thermometer far below zero,
and with gales driving the snow in our faces,
like sands of the desert, it was manifest that the
journey was to be a test of physical endurance
and of Job-like patience.
My object in making the journey was to see
how the people live on the " top of the world "
in winter in time of famine — for famine raged
all through that country at that time. To see
the peasantry on their native heath, so to speak,
it was necessary to travel far from the railways,
for those people like plenty of elbow room, and
so live far apart.
Travel in that snow-covered northland is com-
parable in some respects to travel in the sand-
covered desert. Only in the desert there are
insects, and hence life-sounds. But in the
land of frozen lakes there is absolutely no
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sound. Even the wind
holds its breath for days
at a time. Simply a vast
white, cold, calm
nothingness. A
man dare not
travel alone here,
lest he lose his
reason. Even
with companions
to talk to, 1 often
resorted to relief
from the mono-
tony of vision
and the appal-
ling silence-
even on com-
paratively warm
days — by pulling
my cap over my
eyes and ears.
Now to take
the incidents of
the journey in the ordei
of their occurrence frorr
the beginning. " I sup
pose the Finns are like the Lapps or the
Esquimaux?" said one of my fellow-passengers
on the Nord Express from Berlin to St.
Petersburg. Possibly he summed up
the knowledge of the average man in
any part of the world regarding the
Finnish people.
When I arrived in
Helsingfors I found that
the Finns are no more
like the Lapps than are
the Swedes. In culture
— in learning,
religion, litera-
ture, and art —
Finland holds
a place fully
equal to that
of Sweden.
Education is
compulsory,
even among the peasan-
try ; and co - education
has made more progress
here than in any other
country. Even the young
girls speak five or six
languages — for here all are lin-
guists, every educated person
speaking English, French, and
German, as well as Finnish, Rus-
sian, and Swedish !
Said an English gentleman to
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PEASANT WOMEN GOING
MARKET ON SKIS— THKV OFTEN
TRAVEL SIXTV MILES A DAY IN
THIS WAV.
From a Photo.
at Helsingfors:
ju see here the un-
piest people on earth,
not even except-
ing the PoUs.
This is because
of Russian op-
pression. But
they are more
patient than
Hindus, and they
will win out in
the end. They
are the most ad-
vanced people in
the Czar's realm.
Look at the pub-
lic buildings of
this city ■ — the
University, the
Senate and
House of Repre-
sentatives, the
art galleries and thea-
tres ! You can buy
almost anything here
that you can buy in the shops of London,
and the hotels are far better than those in St.
Petersburg. There's a
magnificent Russian
church — but only a few
worshippers, for the
Finns are Lutherans.
They have more news-
papers here than in
Moscow, but the Rus-
sians are suppressing all
except those
edited by Rus-
sians. You'll
find these
people very re-
ligious. They
are very
serious ; they
seldom smile."
At Helsing-
fors we fitted out, " we "
meaning my two com-
panions, who were Fin-
nish Government offi-
cials, and a guide. We
took a hundred pounds'
worth of provisions of every con-
ceivable kind, most of which we
gave away at the end of the sledge
journey, as we found we craved
principally the foods natural to the
climate, such as salt fish and rein-
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deer meat. For drink we resorted chiefly to
coffee, for in that north country they make
coffee with a degree of perfection not attained
elsewhere.
We carried also cooking utensils, and foot-
warmers (which we never used), blue glasses
(never used), medicines (never used), thermo-
meters, and barometers. When we wanted
water we used snow.
For clothing we wore two suits of fleece-lined
underclothing, two flannel shirts, two sweaters,
a heavy woollen suit, a great-coat, and over that
a fur coat. For six pounds I bought a coat of
Siberian wild-cat skin good enough to wear
anywhere. Then we wore fur
caps, fur mittens, and fur moc-
casins.
I will not attempt to name
all the villages we visited, for
I should have to set down a
succession of unpronounceable
names, such as Nikolainkau-
punki, Jjvaskyla, Paikallisjunat,
and Uusikarlepyy. Sufficient
to say, we were in the Land of
Midday Moon, with seldom
more than two hours of light at
noontime ; a land of eternal
twilight, the little of daylight
being grey, and lamps burning
outdoors and candles indoors
perpetually.
From Kajana, already men-
tioned, we began our journey of
two hundred miles across Fin-
land and into Russia proper.
The first day out we encoun-
tered famine in typical form —
a sort of chronic condition
among these people in winter.
In one farmhouse, little more
than a hut, we found five chil-
dren alone — the eldest thirteen,
the youngest three. They were motherless, and
for days had been also fatherless. For the
father was away, travelling about the country on
skis, looking for work. We stepped into this
home of unhappy childhood and came to a
sudden pause, so appalling was the picture of
misery.
Imagine a log cabin of one room, with a
ceiling too low for an ordinary man to stand
upright, containing nothing in the way of furni-
ture save a rude table, a few rough-hewn kitchen
utensils, and a bench along one side. On that
bench sat the five children. Did they evince
childish curiosity at our intrusion? No;
they sat and stared like so many statues
of grief, their young spirits deadened by
THE AUTHOK, MR. G1LSON WILI.E1S, IN THE
COSTUME HE WORE ON HIS JOURNEY.
From a Photo.
that peculiar form of hunger that comes of
eating the same food week after week and
month after month — simply black bread, as
hard as pumice. To soften it they dipped it
in hot water, making a kind of gruel. For
months they had lived on nothing but this
diet. On a pole over the fireplace — just as
in every hut for endless miles around — were
suspended several loaves of the black bread,
the only food in that home, yet forming a
raft of safety on the waters of life for five
children. Even for the baby there was not
a drop of milk, for the cow had long ago
been sold to save fodder.
For all the twenty-two hours
of darkness they had no candle,
nor even a little petroleum for
the tiny tin lamp. At night they
simply huddled around the fire,
the stone hearth for bed ; for
even the straw had been sold.
The sole evidence of childish
things in this home was a be-
draggled rag-doll that lay on the
window-sill. They had a single
pair of boots among them.
When one went abroad into the
snow, that one wore the boots,
and the others had to await his
return with the family boots, or
venture forth at peril of frozen
toes.
We placed money on their
table. They simply stared with
their stony faces ; for what good
was money when food could not
be bought at a point nearer than
sixty miles away ? We carried
in a dozen loaves of black bread,
a supply of which we always
stowed on our provision sledge.
Still they said nothing, seeming
to stare past us into an infinitude
It was apparent that the signifi-
visit would not reach their con-
of suffering.
cance of our
sciousness until after our departure.
Many such scenes we witnessed throughout
our journey, so the one just described will
serve to typify the general condition in the
homes of the northland in time of the annual
famine. Sometimes we chanced upon homes
wherein the last crumb had just been consumed
— here we were in the nick of time. We saw
scores of children trudging through the snow
bareheaded, and also actually barefooted, unless
skis can be said to form a foot covering.
And this in a country where we were only just
comfortably warm in all our furs !
As we approached the Russian frontier
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RRAIA' FilK THE STAR1
"UK AUTHORS DEI'AierURE FROM A
From a Photo.
WAYSIDE POST-HOUSE.
Russian soldiers began their work of holding
us up. They demanded to see our passports,
wanted to know why we were travelling as we
were, and subjected us to other annoyances and
delays. At the frontier itself a soldier called upon
us to halt, and said : " Have you any papers ? "
We showed our passports. " That's not
enough," he said. "Have you any writing?"
He then opened all our luggage, and every
box of provisions, in the search for " writing."
He found my note-books, and began turning
over the leaves.
" He can't read a word," said our guide, in
English.
The reason for his r. mark was apparent — the
soldier was holding my "writing" upside down.
" We'll keep this writing," said the soldier.
" And it's not enough," he added. " What have
you in your pockets ? "
In my boot I had my diary. This I was
determined to keep. I remembered stories of
what money will do in Russia, and I brazenly
took out my diary and, while displaying it in
one hand, proffered him a gold piece with the
other hand. " Which will you take ? " I said, and
my guide interpreted for the soldier's benefit.
That minion of the Czar actually dropped his
bayonet in the snow to put the coin safely away
in his pocket
" One more gold piece
gets the note-books," said
the guide. And it did.
The suffering among
the Russian peasantry was even
worse than among the Finns.
They lived for the most part
in inaccessible nooks among
the ice -hills. To reach one
such peasant home required a
half-day's toilsome travel, first
by horse, which, up to his
flanks in snow, dragged us to
the edge of a frozen lake, then
over this soft covering of snow
on skis, to the door of the hut.
Here we found a family of
fifteen members, representing
three generations, subsisting
entirely on a form of food even
inferior to the black bread of
Finland. This was " hunger-
bread," the genuine thing,
seemingly unfit for a goat. It
was made of a little rye-flour
and a great deal of straw and
birch or pine bark. Of course,
there is nothing nutritious in
straw, and the amount of nutri-
tion contained in birch or pine
bark is so small that one must eat a pound of
bark to get one grain of sap.
" They say they mix the straw and bark with
the flour," said the guide, " merely for the sake
of putting something into the stomach ; on the
plan adopted by shipwrecked sailors when they
resort to a diet of boots. Those who subsist for
many days on ' hunger-bread ' suffer excruciating
pains, followed by fever and, if the diet is not
changed, death."
When we entered the hut now under con-
sideration several members of the family were
scraping the white of bark from twigs, while
others baked bark in an oven preparatory to
grinding it into meal.
" But why don't they work ? " I asked, looking
pointedly at the strongest young man of the
family.
"They simply can't get work in winter," said
one of my companions. "In summer they
work from five o'clock in the morning until ten
at night. The remainder of the year, eight
months in all, they loaf. That young man on
the bench there has earned a sum equal to only
one shilling in four months."
On our way back to the Finnish frontier began
a series of adventures which any traveller in this
region must expect. The first trouble came
from wolves. In the night hours we could see
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long distances all around us, because of the
reflection of the snow. Therefore we usually
could not only hear the cry of the wolves, but
also see them a long distance off. At such
times we would flash our little electric lamps,
which we had purchased for this very purpose.
I was told that the mere lighting of a match
would have served just as well to keep the
brutes off. We all carried revolvers, of course,
and had them ready for instant use. On the
very evening on which we were congratulating
ourselves that we had not had to use our fire-
arms we were sledging through a pine forest.
Without warning, hideous cries rent the air.
The wolves were upon us !
We must have awakened them in their lair
under the pines. The whole pack rushed to
the attack, choosing for their prey the horse that
was pulling the last of our line of three sledges.
Inspired doubtless by hunger, their attack was
desperate. Our electric lamps were now of no
use, as one of the wolves had already fastened
his fangs in the horse's neck and was hanging
on grimly. I suppose twenty-four shots had
never been fired in such quick succession in
that region, for, as of one accord, we all four
opened fire, emptying the chambers of our
revolvers into the pack.
The smell of blood among their own kind was
sufficient. They forsook the horse and attacked
their dead and wounded, rending the bodies
piecemeal. That saved us.
With the horses at a gallop we flew on — till the
horse with the bleeding throat dropped. We
shot him to put him out of his misery, hitched
the third sledge to the second with utmost haste,
and thus, with one horse
pulling two sledges, hurried
At the
bought
so were
for the
establishments abound in this region — to have
supper with us, intending to treat them to some
of the tinned goodies which we had brought
from Helsingfors.
Imagine our consternation when our drivers
reported that the provision sledge was gone — that
it had utterly disappeared !
" Hitch up one of the sledges quick as light-
ning," said our guide to the drivers. " We'll
show you how we deal with thieves in this
province."
Five minutes later we were all four seated in
a sledge, driving pell-mell over the snow in the
track of our own provision sledge. At the end of
an hour we came to a hut, in front of which
stood an empty sledge. We could not identify it
as ours, as all sledges look alike in that country.
We knocked on the door of the hut, our guide
crying : " Open, or we'll fire through the door."
The door opened, revealing a room lighted
by a single candle, and scattered over the floor
were our boxes of provisions. Two men, three
women, and a few children were seated about
the room. The men had black beards, black
eyes, and black hair, by which I at once knew
that they were not natives.
"Gipsies !" exclaimed my companions.
And sure enough they proved to be gipsies
from Hungary and Bohemia, their presence in
this far northland being about the most remark-
able thing our guide had ever heard of. They
couldn't understand a word we said to them,
though we spoke in six different languages. So
while two of our party ostentatiously cocked
their revolvers the other two began carrying out
the provisions.
on as best we could
next farmhouse we
another horse, and
not much the worse
adventure. After that we
were several times chased by
wolves, but never again at-
tacked.
Our second adventure was
with highwaymen — not the
kind who hold people up at
the end of a gun, but skulk-
ing thieves who sneaked away
with our provisions, wanting
our food rather than our
money or our lives. We had
put up for the night at a post-
house in a Russian village,
and had invited two young
ladies, teachers in the local
industrial school — tiles**
THE GATE AND SIGN-POST MARK THK PNONTIF.R KETWEEN RUSSIA AND FINLAND
From a Photo.
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Then the guide ordered the two men to get
into the sledge. They obeyed meekly, and thus
we carried back, not only our provisions, but a
couple of prisoners as well. After returning to
the post-house, we sent for the headman of the
village and turned the two gipsies over to him.
Then we opened our tinned goodies, and our
young lady guests had a supper such as they
had not tasted for months before.
" What became of the gipsies ? " I asked our
guide.
" Oh, they won't steal again for years to come,"
was the reply. " The villagers will take them a
six days' journey to the railway, and there they
will be handed over to the Russian police, who
will take them to the nearest city, whence in
turn they will be sent across the border into
the hands of the Hungarian police. Their
families may follow as best they can."
When we had recrossed the frontier and were
again in Finland, the first village we came to was
in a high state of excitement. It was " con-
scription day," when all the young men of the
village were called upon to report for service in
the Russian army. The young men had refused
to respond, and the action taken by the Russian
soldiery had thrown the town into weeping and
gnashing of teeth. A peasant had been literally
forced into the army at the point of the bayonet,
as an example to the others. The soldiers, by
order, had appeared at his house, where they
put him in irons, then walked him up and down
the principal street in his shackles. After that
he was forcibly clothed in the uniform of a
Russian soldier. " But they will never keep a
Finn in the Russian army," said one of the
peasants. "That man will desert."
While sledging across Finland on this part of
our journey, on our way to Lapland, we were
one evening overtaken by a snowstorm more
merciless than any we had before encountered.
It actually snowed in sheets. In less than a
quarter of an hour — so rapidly did the snow
fall — we perceived that we should not be able
to reach shelter that night. In the first place,
the horses, breast deep and exerting all their
strength in breaking a way through the snow,
showed signs of giving out. Then we found
that we were off the road — had, indeed, lost our
way ! There was nothing to do except to
secure such shelter for men and animals as was
possible under a clump of pine trees.
We were too exhausted to unpack any food
that night, though we did manage to get out
some hay for the horses. Then we stretched
out full length in the sledges and, with the fur
robes over our heads, went to sleep. Every
once in a while in the night we would sit up
and shake off the weight of snow that had
accumulated while we slept. In the morning
it was still snowing. We tried to make coffee,
but as soon as we got a few twigs blazing an
extra heavy fall of snow would extinguish the
fire utterly. On the third day the snow ceased,
and after a long, heart-breaking journey we at
last came to a farmhouse, and the next day the
occupier piloted us back to the highway.
Then we had four days of cold such as I
never wish to endure again. We pulled our
caps over our heads, leaving only a narrow slit
to peep through. Our very breath froze and
formed in a sheet of ice over the slit. To take
off a mitten meant, instantly, a frozen finger or
two. At last, out of consideration for the
horses, if not for our' own sakes, we stopped
at a post-house until the cold had somewhat
abated, waiting nearly two days for the warm
weather.
It did indeed get warm, too warm for that
country at that season. We were constantly
crossing frozen lakes, and now, with the warm
days, the ice on those lakes began to crack
ominously. We had heard of how a whole
caravan of sledges laden with hemp, owned by
Russian merchants, on their way to market, had
been lost in a lake — the catastrophe being
preceded by just such ominous crackings of
the ice as we now heard from day to day.
Finally we again decided to wait — this time for
cold weather — before risking any more lake
travel.
Then on we went, up and up to Lapland.
The Lapps, so picturesque in pictures, where
they are shown in gorgeously-coloured array,
are in reality less picturesque than the poorest
Russian peasant. There was more evidence of
famine, too, among the Lapps than among either
the Finns or the Russians. One day we met a
Lapp who seemed fat enough, but we soon
learned that under his furs he was nothing better
than a living skeleton. Every day, it seemed,
he would pull his belt a hole tighter to leave
less room within for the pangs of hunger.
When the Lapp pulls in the last hole of his belt
he gives up hope, and if food does not then
come in some miraculous way he simply allows
the spark of life to flicker out.
The Lapps were glad to rent us their sledges,
reindeer, and dogs, and some of them were glad
when we came to places where neither deer nor
dog could pull us — so deep and soft was the
snow— and they were obliged to give us the
benefit of their own services.' They showed us
knives which they had made and carved them-
selves, being taught to do so by the Swedish
Government — for we were now on Swedish
territory. The Lapps get their main living
caring for herds of reindeer in summer— the
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way
tele
herds belonging to farmers farther south, in
Sweden proper. Reindeer do not thrive farther
south than Lapland in summer, so in the warm
months the Lapps come down and drive whole
herds north, and with the money thus earned
buy enough food to last them through the
winter. Those who had not earned enough
money, or had not bought sufficient food, were
the ones whom we saw suffering from famine.
Then began the last stage of our sledge journey,
down through Northern Sweden. At most of
the peasant homes we found conditions of
famine almost as bad as in Finland, Russia, and
Lapland.
One day we came to a post-house that
had a telephone, and by that we knew that we
were again approach-
ing civilization.
Sweden, by the
the use of the
phone is prob-
a b 1 y more
general than in
any other coun-
try in Northern
Europe. The
next day, surely
enough, we
sighted the rail-
way. What a
throwing-up of
caps ensued !
What cheering!
We were like
school-boys in
our glee at our
return to the
active world.
At Morjarv,
the most
northerly railroad station in East Sweden, where
also is published the farthest north newspaper
in the world, we took the train to Lulea, the
capital of the province. There we were received
and dined and feted by the biggest man in all
Sweden, Governor Bergstrom, a giant of seven
feet in height, and no one knows how many
feet around.
In Stockholm I was presented to King
Oscar II. and the Queen, by Mr. Thomas, the
American Minister. Their Majesties gave me a
private audience lasting half an hour. The
King wished particularly to know how his
people in the far north fared. There is hardly
a city on the line of the railways in Sweden
which His Majesty has not visited ; but he has
never been north of the railways. Hence he
seemed glad to listen to the tale of my journey.
"One of my hobbies," said His Majesty, "is
geographical exploration. I regret that active
participation in adventures of the kind is
confined to supplying some of the money for
expeditions conducted by others."
Then the door opened, and there entered a
lady unattended, dressed in black silk, with the
sweetest face imaginable.
"May I present you to Her Majesty ?" said
the King. The lady was the Queen of the
Swedes, who soon afterwards celebrated the
forty-sixth anniversary of her wedding. She re-
mained in the room till the end of the inter-
view, and in her asides to the King addressed
him as "father" and
"dear," quite the same
as any housewife in
Sweden.
Never had a
stranger en-
tered the pre-
sence of a* King
and Queen
armed as I was
on that occa-
sion. I carried
a present which
I believed His
Majesty would
accept. It was
wrapped in the
gaudy blue-and-
red paper used
by up-country
peasants. That
bundle had
caused a look
of horror to
appear on the faces of all the attendants who
had shown me through the palace, but I hung
on to it, despite their evident suspicion and
anxiety. Maybe they thought I was carrying
an infernal machine. Under my arm, indeed,
was more than one fell weapon of destruction.
It contained a dozen of the knives which I
had bought from His Majesty's Lappish
subjects on the Arctic Circle.
When I exhibited the knives— all beautifully
carved, hilt and blade — I asked His Majesty
to accept them as from his humblest subjects of
the northland, and when I told him of the
distress the bundle had evoked among his
servants he gave vent to a hearty human
laugh.
rJiarn/Dil/o/f Jones.
From a Photo, by
Peirce &* Jones.
The story of what is perhaps the most thrilling snake-fight on record — a desperate struggle be-
tween three men and three huge snakes in a locked cage ! The author journeyed to New York
specially on behalf of " The Wide World Magazine " and secured the personal narratives of the men
concerned, and the interesting photographs reproduced with the story.
HAT more thrilling idea could be
conceived for a melodramatic story
than a fight between three men and
a trio of
huge py
tiles in the Zoological Garden at Central Park,
New York. They have been accustomed to
dominate beasts many times their size and weight
thons, the contending
parties being locked
in a cage from which
there was no escape
until one or the other
side won ? When it
is said, however, that
such a fight actually
took place, and that
after a terrific struggle
the three men van-
quished the snakes
and are alive to-day
to tell the tale, it will
he admitted that
stranger things hap-
pen in the realm of
fact than in the region
of fiction.
Jacob Cook, Peter
Shannon, and W.
Snyder are three
ordinary-looking
mortals who pass the
greater part of their
time attending to the
wants of wild animals
and treacherous rep-
Vol. xiv.— 23.
THE THREE KEEPERS WHO FOUGHT THE I'VTIIONS— THEIR NAMES, READING FROM 1.EI IHT, AR
W. SNYDER, lACOl) COOK, AND PETER SHANNON. \feirce O^JOtUS.
From a Photo, by]
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for so many years that they have grown indiffer-
ent to the fact that in the hearts of the caged
creatures there lies — dormant, it is true, but
nevertheless existent — a vindictive spirit of
hatred towards their gaolers that only awaits a
fitting opportunity to flame out. This indiffer-
ence has led to many an animal-trainer meeting
his fate in the ring, and it very nearly caused
three vacancies in the roll of Central Park
keepers.
The other three characters in the exciting
scene enacted at
Central Park were
the f a m i 1 y of
pythons that re-
pose in the big
glass cage at the
Central Park Zoo.
Usually these
great snakes lie
about their cage
in sleepy indiffer-
ence to their sur-
roundings, bestir-
ring themselves
only during feed-
ing-time. Dinner
disposed of, they
coil up and bury
their heads in their
voluminous folds.
In reality, as the
three keepers
found to their
cost, this lethargic
disregard for ex-
traneous things
veils a ferocious
spirit that seldom
sleeps.
The three big
snakes had been
ailing. The keepers
could not tell Tt
what was amiss,
but reptiles of
such value are never
selves to death.
PYTHONS CAGE IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDEN, CENTRAL PARK, NEW
WHERE THE BATTLE WITH THE SNAKES TOOK PLACE.
From a V/ioto. by Pcirce &* Jones.
allowed to pine them-
The case was reported to
the manager of the Zoo, and it was determined
to administer medicine to the snakes with a
view to stirring them into life and health again.
Cook, Shannon, and Snyder were detailed to
give the pythons their dosing.
It is no easy matter to administer physic to
any animal. The keepers have trouble enough
to force an ailing monkey to take medicine.
But a twelve-foot snake ! That was not a
proposition to be lightly approached.
The three keepers entered the cage in which
the snakes were apparently sleeping. The
entrance was from the rear of the cage, the front
being of thick glass for the convenience of the
curious throngs that gather daily to stare at the
great reptiles. When the last of the trio had
entered the door was closed and locked to pre-
vent anyone unaware of the presence of the
keepers opening it and allowing the snakes to
escape. The men gave no thought to their own
safety. They had handled snakes too often to
deem it necessary to leave a way of retreat open
behind them.
One of the men
carried the medi-
cine, made up
roughly in a pail,
about two quarts
in all, for medi-
cine is a long time
permeating the in-
ternal economy of
a python, and it is
necessary to ad-
minister a big dose
while about it.
The instrument by
means of which
the men hoped to
dose the patients
successfully was a
big syringe, which
had figured in
many a similar
scene in the vari-
ous animal houses
at the Zoo.
The snakes, as
I have already
said, were, to all
appearances,
quietly sleeping
when the men en-
tered. Two were
coiled in indistin-
guishable folds
around the upper
part of an artificial tree that reached to the roof
of the cage ; the other lay in a heap on the floor.
The keepers set their paraphernalia down on
the floor of the cage and discussed the question
of which snake should be the first victim. It
was decided that the quiet-looking fellow on the
floor should be dosed first.
All snake-handlers adopt the same safe
method of holding the reptiles. The snake is
grasped by the neck, as close to the head as
possible, and held in a grip of steel. If the
reptile is only a small fellow, say three feet or so
long, it is easy enough to hold him in this way,
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for, while the tail will thrash around wildly and
seek to retaliate on the tormentor, it can do no
harm so long as the head is held firmly. With
a twelve-foot python, however, it is different,
and sometimes as many as a dozen men are
required to hold the tremendous body ; other-
wise the individual grasping the neck would be
upset and in his turn seized in a terrible grip.
In the case of the sleeping python to whom the
about to crush the scaly neck between his
strong fingers the snake shot out its head with
the speed of lightning, and, instead of grasping
its neck, Cook seized the squirming body fully
a foot from the spot he had intended to
encircle. Before the keeper could get a fresh
grip the wicked-looking head curled swiftly back-
ward and the huge jaws closed on the man's
hand ! Then began a battle grim and deadly.
UK TIIIKU KEKI'EU SPRANG Hl'KNIKDLY T(
medicine was to be administered, it was thought
that the three men could control him, and while
one held the syringe filled with medicine, ready
to dose the creature as soon as his mouth had
been forced open, the other two reached down
in the great folds for the snake's head.
All might have been well had Cook, who was
to seize the reptile's head, fastened his fingers
on the right spot. Unfortunately, however, the
keeper underestimated the ability of this par-
ticular python to move quickly. Just as he was
Dropping the syringe and pail, the third
keeper sprang hurriedly to his comrades'
assistance. First they seized the head of the
snake and tried in vain to prise open the great
jaws. But once a python has fastened its grip
on an intended victim it is almost useless to try
and force it to let go. The efforts of the three
men only resulted in the teeth of the great snake
being sunk still deeper into the quivering flesh
of the imprisoned hand. Cook was yelling and
dancing with pain, and meanwhile eleven feet of
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able-bodied python reached out -for some-
thing to coil round, preliminary to the crushing
process. Cook, who had had more experience
with snakes than the other two, retained his
presence of mind, despite the agony of his
wound.
" Look to the
tail ! " he yelled
to the excited
men, who were
trying to force
open the snake's
jaws. "Hold
him so that he
can't coil ! "
The warning
came not a
second too soon,
for the snake
had begun to
wind its sinuous
length around
the keeper's leg,
and in another
moment would have completely enveloped him
in its folds. Just in time Snyder seized the
whirling tail, gripped it in both hands, and
dragged it by main force away from the keeper
whose hand was imprisoned.
Meanwhile Shannon picked up the syringe,
the only thing ap-
proaching a weapon
in the cage, and with
its pointed nozzle
tried to prise open
the jaws of the
python. Cook, cool
and plucky, assisted
him with his disen-
gaged hand, and be-
tween them they at
last forced the en-
raged snake to re-
lease his hold. With
his hand streaming
with blood Cook
stoically turned to
his unfinished work
and picked up the
syringe with the idea
of completing the job
in hand by admin-
istering the medi-
cine. This time he
seized the snake by
the neck, as he should have done in the first
place, and despite the furious struggles of the
now thoroughly aroused python it looked as
though the medicine would go down. But
THE HUGE PYTHON THAT SEIZED KEEPER COOK S HAND.
From a Photo, by Peirce &* Jones.
A PHOTOGRAPH SHOWING THE SIZE Op A PYTHONS JAWS AND THE ROWS
From a Photo, by] of curved teeth. [Peirce &>* Jones.
suddenly a diversion was created in favour of
the snake, and a new and terrible peril con-
fronted the three keepers. The first warning
came in the shape of a quick exclamation from
Snyder, who was trying to control the muscular
contortions of
the rear end of
the huge reptile.
"Look out
for 'Queen'
and 'Soldier'!"
was the warning
cry of Snyder.
The other two
keepers knew
too well the ter-
rible import of
that seemingly
innocent expres-
sion. " Queen "
and " Soldier "
were the names
of the other two
great snakes,
who, during the fracas with their companion,
had been left sleeping in the limb of the
artificial tree. Aroused by the struggle below,
the two snakes had slowly uncoiled until their
heads were within range of the battle-ground.
At first they remained passive spectators of the
furious contest, but
by degrees it seemed
as if the excitement
below stirred their
sluggish blood into
action, and, when
the warning cry of
the keeper reached
his fellows, the two
eye-witnesses of the
combat were begin-
ning to glide down
the limb of the tree,
evidently with the
firm intention of
joining in the fight !
Just imagine for
yourself the awful
predicament of the
three men ! The
general public had
long ago been ex-
cluded from the
snake-house, so that
no possibility existed
of assistance coming. From that glass cage no
cries for help could reach the outer world. To
unlock the door was not to be thought of, for it
taxed the united strength of the three men to
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181
hold the vicious reptile that had bitten Cook.
And here were two more, equally vindictive and
powerful, coining to take part in the struggle !
In such dire extremities, men of the mould of
these three act quickly. Stooping to where the
keepers had thrown their coats on entering the
cage, Cook picked up his "jumper," the light
jacket worn by the men when at work. Dangling
this in front of the extended jaws of the snake
which he held by the neck, Cook sought to
tempt it to strike at the garment. The ruse
succeeded, for the snake, maddened by the
treatment he had received, would have struck
at his own coils in the absence of anything else
to vent his rage upon. The jaws, with their six
rows of pointed teeth, closed
upon the innocent "jumper,"
and were hopelessly entangled
in the cloth.
A python's teeth have been
likened to fish-hooks. They
bend inward, and are arranged
in rows in the upper and lower
jaws, so that anything they
close upon stands as much
chance of being released as
though caught in a steel trap.
The worst of the three pythons
was, for a time at least, placed
hors de combat, for only by
long and patient work could
he hope to disengage his in-
numerable teeth from the en-
tangling threads of the gar-
ment. But even when handi-
capped in this way he was a
formidable opponent enough,
for his great body whirled
furiously around the cage in
savage efforts to free himself
from the coat. With this
enemy constantly threatening
them the three keepers were
forced to turn and confront
the other two reptiles, which
were now winding their way
down the tree with the grim
persistence of fate.
This time the fight resolved
itself into the very unequal
one of three men, without a
weapon, opposed to three great
snakes, only one of which was
partially disabled. Cook's
clever trick had inspired the
men with hope. Each seized
a coat and advanced on the
pythons that were wriggling
their way down the tree.
These two proved much more wary fighters.
They had not been wrought up to a pitch of
frenzy, as had the first snake tackled, and the
blind fury that would cause them to strike at
anything placed in their way was lacking.
It was all the keepers could do to protect their
throats from the needle-like teeth of the two
snakes. "Queen" and "Soldier" fought with
the cunning and skill of old combatants.
Like lightning they darted their heads over
or around the outstretched coats, always
striving to reach the men. With a third of
their lengths firmly coiled around the tree, the
two pythons allowed the upper part of their
bodies to wave freely in the air, ready to retreat
QUEEN ' AND ' SOLDIER ' FOUGHT WITH THE CUN
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or attack as opportunity offered. All attempts
to envelop the terrible heads failed, for the
snakes quickly withdrew to the tree, shooting
out their squirming bodies directly the men
hesitated. It was a perilous game to play, and
the three men began to despair of escaping alive
from the cage.
Not for a fraction of a second, however, did
they give up the fight. Not a shadow of a
chance did the snakes have to penetrate the
improvised shields and fasten their fangs in the
men's throats. Quick as the pythons' move-
ments were, those of the keepers were quicker.
Each time a head shot out to strike, the coats
intervened and forced the baffled snake to with-
draw to the tree.
But for the enraged reptile whirling around the
floor in fruitless efforts to disengage itself from
the "jumper " that was choking it the three might
have kept up their fight until help came in the
natural order of things. Absorbed in the con-
test with the two big snakes in the tree the
men had taken no notice of the one they had
incapacitated, as they thought, from harm. In
its wild gyrations around the narrow cage, this
python wound and unwound its coils, gripping
with its prehensile tail anything that came in
the way, dragging its length along the floor in a
wild effort to force the "jumper" from its mouth
and lashing out in a frenzy in every direction.
During one of its periodical whirls in the
vicinity of the fight around the tree this furious
snake caught blindly at the outstretched leg of
Keeper Snyder and curled around it like a band
of steel.
Snyder was upset in an instant, his leg
crushed and almost broken as the snake, feeling
that at last it had something living in its grasp,
tightened its grip and constricted its muscles.
It was fortunate for the keeper that the snake
only had him with the weaker end of its length,
while the terrible teeth were entangled beyond
harm. A python can crush the ribs of an ox
beneath its folds, but to do so it must have a
good grip on a branch of a tree or some im-
movable object, so as to acquire the necessary
leverage. In its excited struggles with the
irritating coat the python had no time for a
concentrated attack on the man who had
accidentally fallen into its clutches, and the grip
on Snyder was therefore limited to the force
exerted mechanically by the few feet of tail that
enveloped his leg.
Snyder struggled desperately to release his leg
from the unyielding spiral trap in which it was
fixed, and at that moment "Soldier" saw his
chance.
Cook and Shannon had their hands full with
"Queen," who was attacking them with the
vigour and viciousness of half-a-dozen snakes.
Quick as a flash "Soldier" glided down the
tree. Alert to his danger, Snyder had kept one
eye on the general combat while trying to free
his leg. He saw his peril not a second too soon.
" Soldier " had raised his head, with jaws
extended, eyes glaring balefully, and the six rows
of teeth in terrible evidence, prepared to strike
at the face of the prostrate man !
There was no time for a shout or a second's
hesitation. The one single thing that Snyder
could have done he did. In talking about it
afterwards he says he does not remember the
thought coming into his head. The action was
as purely mechanical as the unconscious move-
ment of a finger. With the snake's forked
tongue within a few inches of his face, and
death seemingly certain, Snyder — who had been
chewing tobacco when he entered the cage and
still retained a huge quid in his mouth-
suddenly ejected a great stream of tobacco-juice
full in the lidless eyes of the python !
The snake recoiled before that stinging
volley of nicotine as though a lightning-bolt had
struck it. Writhing with pain, as the acrid fluid
ate its way into his eyes, " Soldier " retreated to
the tree, made his way to the top in a second,
and lay there, opening and closing his spiral coils
and rubbing his head against the bark and
against his own folds in an anguished effort to
relieve the agonizing pain. But the more he
rubbed the worse grew the smarting, and there
" Soldier " lay, with all the fight knocked out
of him. From that time onward he was as
completely out of the fight as though outside
the cage. It was days before he finally recovered
his spirits and looked the world in the face again
with his usual baleful glare.
Snyder, relieved of the peril that threatened
him, turned his attention again to the snaky
folds that encompassed his leg. With a pro-
digious effort he at last succeeded in tearing
loose the grip of those encircling coils. Practi-
cally two of the snakes had now been dis-
comfited in the struggle and only the agile
" Queen " was left to carry on the fight.
The three men were by this time becoming
weak from their exertions in the confined
space of the stuffy cage. The fight had been
going on for nearly half an hour without a
moment's respite. The python that still
remained a combatant, however, showed no
sign of weariness.
Collecting their forces around the single
remaining enemy the keepers tried to attack it
on all sides simultaneously, hoping to envelop
the head in one of the coats. But "Queen"
was equal to every emergency. It seemed to
the astonished keepers that the great brute was
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183
hydra-headed, for turn which way they would
there were *' Queen's " jaws extended to strike
at anything that promised to be flesh and blood.
It might have been possible for the keepers
at this stage to disengage one of their number
to retire from the cage and summon assistance,
For a moment he lay still, as though
puzzled to know what this blow from a new
quarter meant. Then, gathering his coils to-
gether, and with the " jumper " trailing from his
mouth like a flag of di>tros, he started to climb
the tree. He had not gone far before he reached
HE SAW HIS PERIL NOT A SECOND TOO SOON
but they said afterwards that such a thought
never entered their heads. The fighting spirit
had taken possession of them, and, weak, tired,
and wounded as they were, they were deter-
mined not only to subdue the last of their
enemies before they left the cage, but to
administer the medicine.
Strange to say, it was through the action of
one of the snakes that the end came. In one
of his blind dashes round the cage the ferocious
reptile that had been entangled in the "jumper,"
and which had so nearly caused Snyder to
succumb, came in violent contact with the trunk
of the tree around which the fight was raging.
that part of the trunk where " Queen," tightly
coiled, was meeting all comers with a dauntless
front. Slowly winding his way up the trunk,
enveloping " Queen " as he went, the third
snake gradually encumbered the fighting python
with his coils until its striking range was circum-
scribed to within about four feet of the tree.
Seeing their opportunity, the three keepers
closed in on the imprisoned "Queen," while
that valiant snake made a last desperate attempt
to free herself from the embrace of her wriggling
companion. The third snake, its last atom of
sense gone in the struggle with the "jumper,"
only tightened its folds the more as "Queen"
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tried to free herself, and the two
became firmly locked in a twisted
knot of coils that wound round
and round the tree trunk. This
was plainly the keepers' chance,
and with coats held at arm's
length they descended upon the
hapless " Queen." She was game
to the last. Seeing that the
men had victory within their
reach, the python turned in a
frenzy of rage upon the innocent
cause of her vanquish ment, and
struck again and again at the
snake that enveloped her. It is
as likely as not that the jaws of
the enraged snake would have
closed on her own folds in her
blind anger, but at each effort the
keepers, taught to regard the rep-
tiles as the most valuable pos-
session of the menagerie, to be
guarded from harm at all costs,
interposed their coats between
the snake and the object of her
fury.
During one of the intervals
between the repeated attacks of
" Queen " on her blundering asso-
ciate, Cook succeeded in grasping
the snake's head. This time he
made no mistake in the selection
of the spot. The snake was grip-
ped with practised hand, quickly
unwound from the tree by the three
keepers, and thrown into the water-
tank, where she lay quite still,
apparently satisfied to rest on her
laurels.
The men sat down and mopped
their streaming faces. In a fight
the equal of which, perhaps, has
never been known, they had secured the victory.
But they were not satisfied. Having subdued
the snakes, they were determined to administer
the medicine ; and administer it they did.
"Queen," as the most dangerous of the three,
was left until the last. The snake entangled in
the "jumper" was secured, its teeth released
from the garment, and the nozzle of the syringe
forced between its jaws. Then a full dose of
medicine was administered to the python, and
he was left to pursue his disgusted way to the
retreat at the top of the trunk. The fellow in the
tree— he of the nicotine volley — was approached
cautiously and found to be still blinded by his
treatment. He was seized and dosed like his com-
THE KEEPERS INTERPOSED THEIR COATS BETWEEN THE SNAKE AND THE
OBJECT OF HER FURY."
panion and allowed to climb painfully to his perch.
Finally "Queen" was tackled in the tank, dragged
out by the neck, given the contents of the
syringe, and allowed to plunge sullenly into the
water again, to nurse her anger in retirement.
Not till then did the three indomitable
keepers leave the cage and report their expe-
riences at the office. Two — Shannon and
Snyder — were able to go about their work as
usual the following day, but Cook had to take
his wounded hand to a hospital for treat-
ment. He still bears the marks of the python's
teeth, and will carry the scars to his grave
as a memento of one of the greatest snake-
fights in the history of menageries.
The Fete of Jeanne Hachette, at Beauvais.
By Albert Harris.
This is a festival in honour of a woman, in which women take the leading part. In a public pro-
cession they precede the men, according to Royal enactment, and in the great square of Beauvais,
in France, annually fire, with their own hands, a salute of one hundred guns to their heroine,'
Jeanne Hachette, who saved the town in 1472.
T three o'clock in the afternoon of
Sunday, the 26th of June last, there
stood in the great square of Beau-
vais, in France, a crowd in black
and white. The tricolour waved
everywhere. Civil functionaries in black frock-
coats and hats were massed indiscriminately
with musicians, firemen, and trim soldiers, all
in earnest conversation and expectant. A bevy
of pretty girls, clothed in flowing white, stood
in size, she is represented in fighting attitude.
With splendid sweep of arm she swings a battle-
axe to repel the attacking foe, while her robes,
in the style of the fifteenth century, cling to her
martial body. As you enter the square — one of
the beautiful relics of mediaeval France— from
any one of the numerous streets and alleys
opening upon it, you note this monument ; and
if you were to ask the B"auvaisien who this
magnificent figure was, you would be met with
SCENE IN THE fJHEAT SQUARE OF BEAUVAIS. ON THE OPENING DAY OF THE FETE. THE MONUMENT OF JEANNE HACHETTE
From a Photo, by] stands in the centre. [Multot, Beauvais.
near by with flowers and banners, and in the
windows and balconies of the surrounding shops
and cafes — even on the roofs thereof — large
numbers of spectators were gathered to witness
the coming show. The scene was one of
brilliancy. Beauvais had wakened from its
yearly lethargy to pay tribute to its heroine,
Jeanne Hachette.
Conspicuously in the centre of the great
square stands the statue of this woman. Heroic
Vol. xiv.— 24,
lifted eyebrows, a shrug of the shoulders, and
the simple words, " That, monsieur, is noire
Jeanne."
The name awakes a flood of recollections,
with which ancient Beauvais is eternally associ-
ated. It ebbs back to the turbulent days when
battles were fought, not with Mausers and
Maxims, but with spears and axes ; when
towns and villages were ever prepared for
sudden surprise, and farmers and shopkeepers
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— both men and women — seized the nearest
weapon of defence and rushed off to meet
impending danger.
Jeanne Hachette was moulded of this sterling
stuff. When Charles the Bold, after his
differences with Louis XL, made a surprise
attack upon the ramparts of Beauvais, it was she
who saved the town. At the head of a troop of
women and chil-
dren she aided
in beating off the
besiegers with
stones and axes,
and herself so
skilfully wielded
the axe that her
real name of
L a i s n e was
quickly forgotten
in the honoured
surname of
Hachette. With
her home-made
weapon she cap-
tured the Bur-
gundian flag,
killed the bearer
of it, and, to the
discomfiture of
Charles, carried
it to the Chapel
of Sainte Anga-
dreme, the pat-
roness of the
town. Although
this heroic
woman took no
further part in
the siege, she
had effectually
prevented the
invasion of
Northern France
and made safe the entry of Louis to the town.
The cold heart of the King was warmed by
the news from Beauvais, and he quickly showed
his gratitude. Among other things he granted
to the citizens exemption from certain services
and from all R yal taxes and imposts in the
future. In regard to the women, they were
privileged henceforth, in all religious pro-
cessions, to walk before the men and imme-
diately behind the clergy, " to enjoy," so the
grant ran, " the right to dispose of their hand as
they saw fit . . . to wear on and after their
wedding-day whatever garments or ornaments
they should like, unamenable to any sumptuary
laws then or thereafter to be enacted." It was
further ordered that a procession should be held
THE RELIGIOUS PROCESSION
From a Photo, by}
lERGiNr;
THE
yearly on the festival of Sainte Angadreme, to
whom the King presented a silver statue of
herself; and that the Burgundian flag, taken
by Jeanne Hachette, should be preserved in the
cathedral as a memorial of her heroism.
The passing of time has brought many changes
in the anniversary celebrations. At first there
were two processions, religious and civil, held
on d i f fe rent
dates, but these
have narrowed
down to one, in
which the
heroine is more
widely honoured
than the saint.
In June of this
year enormous
yellow placards
posted on the
m oss- marked
walls of Beau-
vais informed the
public that "on
Sunday, the 26th
of June, will take
place at three
o'clock, in the
square of the
Hotel de Ville,
the ceremony of
the Fe te d c
VAssaitt, com-
memorative of
the siege sus-
tained by thecity
in 1472, in which
the civil, mili-
tary, and religi-
ous authorities
will take part."
Theplacardsalso
announced that
on Saturday evening and on Sunday morning
salvoes of artillery and the striking of the town
clock would announce the opening of the
festival.
On ordinary days the square is practically
empty except for occasional sales of market
products, but towards the end of June assumes
a gala appearance. Flags hang from the
windows of the neighbouring taverns and
bazaars, the different buildings vying with each
other in their display of the bunting. The pave-
ment and red earth of the square are swept, the
lamps are polished, and the statue itself is well
cleaned. A busy gang of carpenters makes the
place noisy in the erection of a grand stand in
front of the Hotel de Ville, situated at one end
FROM THE CATHEDRAL ON ITS WAY TO
square. {Mullot, Beauvais.
THE FETE OF JEANNE HACHETTE, AT BEAUVAIS.
187
of the rectangular plot of ground in which the
statue rests, and a few days later painted signs
upon the backs of seats give the prices for the
accommodation of the public. The cafes lay in
large supplies of coffee and spirits, in full pre-
paration for the approaching festival. Business
moves as briskly as is possible in a state of
subdued excitement, and waiters dream of
pockets full of sous.
Year after year the ceremony proceeds along
stated lines. Shortly before three o'clock the
Mayor and other civil functionaries of Beauvais
meet with the Prefect, deputies, and other
political personages in the Hotel de Ville,
waiting for the bishop and the religious pro-
cession to march from the cathedral to the
square, it being the custom for those in the
streets, under gabled windows which suggest
their Flemish origin, this banner is honoured
with bared heads.
The route is short, and in the past the pro-
cession has been well timed to arrive at its
destination promptly. This year, however, a
hitch occurred which threatened disaster to
the ceremony. France, as we know, is in
a troubled state of feeling regarding the
Church, and the estrangement between it ami
officialdom is great. Even in Beauvais tin- air
has been a little heated. It was no surprise,
then, for the officials at the Hotel de Ville to
find the hour of three ready to strike, with no
sign of the religious procession, which should
now have been approaching. Some heated
words were passed between the Prefect and
THE PROCESSION MAKING ITS WAY AKOUNI) THE SQUARE TO
From a Photo, by Mullot, Beauvais.
THE MONUMENT.
town-hall at the appointed hour of three to
proceed to the statue, and there, in conjunction
with the clerics, to carry out the common pro-
gramme. In the religious procession is carried
the reliquary of Sainte Angadreme, borne on
the shoulders of four stalwart women in black,
led and followed by numerous maidens clothed
throughout in white. It is a pretty sight, this
departure from the cathedral. The procession
takes its way towards the square, followed by
fifty or sixty dainty little children, likewise in
white, of whom one group escorts the famous
standard of the Burgundians. As if it were
May Day, the children support the staff of this
decaying flag by long white streamers, and thus
save it from untoward accident. As the pro-
cession wends its way through the narrow
the Mayor, messengers were dispatched post-
haste to find the reason for delay, and were
met on the steps of the cathedral with a hint
that it was the duty of the civil authorities to
wait upon the Church. As it happened, the
bishop was forty minutes late in arriving at the
statue, somewhat to the discomfiture of the
public. Fortunately, the differences between
Church and State were in the ensuing hour
forgotten, for both remembered their duty to
the immortal peasant woman of Beauvais.
In our illustrations we see this procession in
its various stages — the maidens under the church
portal with their holy burden, the cortege with
banners passing through the square, followed by
the little children, and the detail of the charming
group of }ittle ones who bore the historii
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THE FAMOUS STANDARD OF JEANNE HACHETTE, CARRIED
From a Photo, by Bermrat, Beauvais
standard. By the time the procession had
reached the statue the bishop and his suite had
taken their places in a prominent part of the
grand stand in front of the Hotel de Ville, and
the clergy in full robes had lined up on one side
of the square. Those who could afford to pay
for seats behind the guns were accommodated
on the benches near the bishop.
With these guns we
enter upon the most
important stage in the
jete of Jeanne Ha-
chette. The night be-
fore these little cannon,
by the hand of man,
had roused the inhabi-
tants to a knowledge,
if they needed any,
that the great festival
had begun. To-day
they were fired off by
the hands of fair
women. According
to tradition, a salute
of one hundred guns
is always fired in
honour of Jeanne
Hachettc. Each of
the young women who,
by the enactment of
Louis, had marched
with the clergy through
the streets was es-
corted to a cannon
in the corner of the square, and each in turn
applied the fuse that sent thunderous echoes
through the square and byways of the town.
Serious as was this ceremonial, it yet possessed
some humour. One pompous individual, who
escorted a young woman to the gun, got his
hands burned and his hair singed, which amused
the crowd greatly. Some of the girls were
IN THE 1'KUCEriSION.
From a Photo. by\
CHILDREN IN THE PROCESSION PASSING THROUGH THE SQUARE.
\Berncrat, Beauvais.
THE FETE OF JEANNE HACHETTE, AT BEAUVAIS.
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GROUPS OF CIVIC DIGNITARIES, BANDSMEN, Mll.ITIA, AND YOUNG GIRLS NEAR THE STATUE WHILE THE SALUTE IS I1EING FIKED.
From a Photo, by Bemerat, Beauvais.
nervous, and lengthy explanations as to the
methods of gun-firing were entered into, which
rather delayed the proceedings. But at last
the ceremony ended. The last gun had been
fired and the last echo ceased. Honour to
their heroine had been punctiliously paid by
the maidens of Beauvais.
Meantime the statue of Jeanne had been
crowned with laurel and decorated with flowers,
placed there by members of the local gymnastic
society, who, later in the week, held a grand
exhibition. The statue, we may add, was un-
veiled on July 6th,
185 1, in the pre-
sence of Louis
Napoleon, then
President of the
Republic, after
having been on
exhibition for fif-
teen days in Paris.
At noon on the
day when the Fete
de I'Assaut is held
the Rosier e is
crowned, and pub-
licly awarded a
sum of money and
a certificate for
virtue, filial duty,
and faithfulness to
the Church. This
ceremony and the
procession at three
o'clock begin a
week of enjoy-
ment and money-making. Concerts are held
nearly every evening, the days being occupied
by various congresses, such as the athletic
meeting just mentioned, agricultural shows,
bicycle races, and military parades. These
items in an extensive programme appeal mostly
to the mercantile and sport-loving sections of
the community. Perhaps that is why the
women and girls of Beauvais combine so
earnestly to make the opening Sunday a day so
full of memory to themselves and others, excep-
tional in merry-making France.
THE SALUTE IN HONOUR OF JEANNE HACHETTE, PIKED BV nil' VOUNG WOJlEN uF BEAUVAIS.
From a Photo, by Mullot, Beauvais.
THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN/*
BEING SOME ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN GUSTAVUS HANSEN, SEAL-RAIDER.
By J. Gordon Smith, of Victoria, B.C.
The final instalment of this interesting series. How the " Flying Dutchman " undertook a most
hazardous and romantic enterprise— nothing less than the rescue of a Russian countess condemned to
captivity in Kamchatka. How he accomplished his mission is set forth below.
IV. -THE ABDUCTION OF THE COUNTESS.
».
T'S too dangerous. Man alive,
it's as bad as breaking into the
Emperor's palace, if we get
caught."
" Yes, if we get caught. Why
not get someone else to try it ? "
They were Russians who spoke. The two
were seated on the veranda of the Grand Hotel
at Yokohama, looking across the bund at the
vessels which rode within the breakwater, and
planning to abduct a countess — nothing less.
But neither would carry out the scheme until
they met Captain Gustavus Hansen, of the little
sealing schooner Adele, at a resort in Bloodtown.
In the " Broadway House, by Black - Eyed
Susan " — so the signboard described it —
Hansen was leaning on the table, with his eyes
aflame, his whole system feverish because of the
bad rum he had drunk. There were many
empty bottles under the table. He was in con-
dition to accept any rash and daring com-
mission, which is why he agreed to abduct a
countess from Kamchatka.
Hansen never learned her name ; he never
discovered anything of her history ; and when
he told me of the thing, as we sat on a drift-log
watching the Indians dig clams from a sand beach
at Clayoquot, he could not, therefore, give me
much information about the countess. She was
tall, like most Russian women, he said, a brunette,
and she smoked those thin Russian cigarettes.
He knew that much. If Long Murray and Jack
Haan had secured their way, he would not even
have known that. They were both against the
scheme. As Murray said, there was too much
risk in it for what they got ; and then, there was
that matter of the raiding of Robben Island in
the books of the Governor at Kamchatka, which
might make it inconvenient to visit that Far
Eastern Russian colony. Yet, after all, Hansen
had his way — he usually had — and that night,
after the two mysterious Russians had been
discussing for two hours with the " Flying
Dutchman" and his aides, Murray and Haan,
the crew began to paint out the name of the
Adele on her bow and stern ; they also painted
a coat of black with a white stripe over the
green, and daubed the words "Seifu Maru " on
Copyright, 1904, in the United States
the stern. By daylight the old Adele looked
like another vessel. No one would have recog-
nised her as the vessel which stole the pelts
from Robben Island, or lured the cutter Corwin
to stranding on a bar off Alaska's coast, or
pilfered the stored skins from the isle which
Behring found. It was more convenient, how-
ever, that no one in Yokohama port should notice
the change, so the Seifu Maru was well down to
sea, rounding Maboe Light, by dawn.
She was bound to Kamchatka to abduct a
countess.
Hansen had been told by the Russians that
the woman he was to kidnap was nominally a
guest of the Governor of Kamchatka, but in
reality a prisoner. He had learnt, of a Nihilist
meeting at Moscow, of an indiscreet conversa-
tion at a five o'clock tea, and of revolutionary
literature found in the rooms of the lady by the
secret police of the Little Father, and the
unfortunate countess had been hurried to
Kamchatka. She would have been sent to one
of the prisons on Saghalien, but her friends were
influential, and, instead of to a prison, she was
sent to be a guest of the Governor at Kam-
chatka. But she was really a prisoner. As for
the details of her affair, though, Hansen could
not inform me ; he did not know them. All
he was interested in was that a certain
countess was at Kamchatka at the house of
the Governor ; that he was to give her a letter,
and she would steal out at dead of night, as
therein directed ; then, with her on board, the
schooner, on which quarters had been prepared
for her, would sail again for Japan, and at night
a woman would be landed on the beach at
Kamakura, and escorted to the summer-house
of a certain Russian merchant of Yokohama,
who would then give the sum of ten thousand
yen, or five thousand golden dollars- -a thousand
pounds sterling — to Captain Gustavus Hansen.
This was the interesting part in the view of the
" Flying Dutchman " and his associates ; the
other details were merely side issues.
Kamchatka is many days' sail from Yokohama,
and the Pacific in the vicinity where the salt-
laden breezes blow from the Kuriles is usually
of America by George Newnes, Limited.
THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN."
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stormy. The voyage of the Adek was, in con-
sequence, anything but a pleasure trip. Twice
the spars were strained, and a tired crew lashed
them. Off the Saghalien coast a sudden gale
carried away a topmast. Before the Okhotsk
Sea was passed the crew were in a state of
mutiny. They had usually been informed of
the nature of the cruises they made, and they
did not like the closeness of old Hansen and
the mates regarding this voyage, for they refused
to answer all questions regarding the purpose of
the trip. One evening the men went aft.
Tony — a half-breed from Vancouver Island
— was spokesman, and he said, with a few
adjectives such as sailors use for emphasis, that
the men had all decided that they would not
" turn to " until they learned where they were
going, and for what. Hansen was about half
drunk, and did not appreciate the fact that the
crew were verging upon mutiny. He never did
'THE CREW WERE VERGING UI'ON mutiny
appreciate a situation of that kind. But Long
Murray and Jack Haan saw prospective trouble,
and they reached for their revolvers. There
was no trouble, though. "Ve're goin' toabdugt
a bloomin' gountess," said the skipper. " Dunder
und blitzen, vere did you dink ve vas goin' ; to
find the nord pole, vat? "
" To abduct a countess ! " echoed the half-
breed — and those who stood behind him broke
into a hearty laugh. To abduct a countess ! It
was a good joke. There were no countesses
at Kamchatka.
But the sailors did not know of the sad fate of
the indiscreet lady from Moscow who was the
guest of the little, fat, five feet of importance
who was then Governor of Kamchatka. And
whether the lady knew of the Russians in Yoko-
hama, and of the schooner they sent to her, is
something which Hansen never learned.
It was in June, nearly ten years ago, that the
Adek — or, rather, the Seifu Maru — dropped
anchor off Kamchatka. Captain Hansen and
Murray went ashore. They were, so they told
themselves, foreigners in the employ of a Japanese
fishing company which sought the right to fish
off the coast of the peninsula; and, as licenses
had been already granted to several Japanese
vessels, they thought his Excellency might
look with favour upon their application. This
was Murray's idea, and he was rehearsing the
expected conversation with Captain Hansen
when the stern-boat of the Seifu Maru, grated
on the shingle. The only two Japanese on
board, one
being the
schooner's
cook, formed
the boat's crew
which took
them ashore.
As Murray
said, the
a p a n e s e
would give the
thing a look of
truth ful ness.
It was well on
in the after-
noon, the trees
were already
throwing long
shadows and
the sun-streaks
forming be-
hind the hills,
and Hansen
and his mate
expected to
see the Governor on his veranda. They knew
the old Governor's custom, for they had been
there before, when a former Governor ruled
— on different business.
The Governor was not on the veranda.
Instead, there was a dark and tall Russian lady,
wearing one of those fluffy gowns of grass cloth,
which gave her a striking appearance in con
trast with her surroundings. The two men saw
her at the same time, but onlv Hansen spoke.
"Id's 'er," he said. "By 'Eaven, id's
"I guess you're right," said Murray. "Any-
how, let's see the picture."
From his breast-pocket the old sealer took
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small Kodak print. It was faded and blurred,
but distinguishable. Together the two men
looked at it, and then at the woman on the
veranda, who was staring at these uncouth
visitors in amazement. She had been seated at
a small table, puffing a cigarette ; evidently she
had just finished her after-
noon tea. Obviously she
did not like the appear-
ance of the two sealers,
however, and, rising, she
flitted into the house.
Hansen • returned the
TOGETHER THE TWO MEN LOOKED AT IT,
picture to his pocket. He was satisfied; so was
Murray. They had seen the countess ; and now
to deliver the letter and carry her off.
It seemed a long time before they were
admitted to the presence of the Governor, and
their patience was almost exhausted, as they
sat, kicking their heels, in a bare ante-room,
and staring through the open window at the sea,
and their schooner rolling to her anchor a few
hundred yards from shore. At last, however,
they were summoned to the presence of the
Governor. Murray was out of the conversation,
for the Governor could not speak English. He
could speak German, however, and the conver-
sation was, in consequence, between him and
Hansen. Murray took the advantage given by
the Governor's ignorance of English to prompt
Hansen now and then — and the fishing conces-
sion was already in sight. If they would come
again to-morrow the Gover-
nor would see what could
be done.
They went, promising
to come again next day.
Before they went Murray
slipped some rouble notes
— they had brought them
for the purpose — into the
hands of a whiskered atten-
dant and handed him a
letter addressed to "The
Lady from Moscow."
Murray put his fingers to
his lips and motioned to
the man to deliver the
letter, at the same time
showing him a roll of
notes, and with gestures
intimating that they would
be given to the attendant
when an answer to the
letter was brought. The
rouble note does things on
Kamchatka, as elsewhere,
and after two bells struck
that night the whiskered
one came out to the
schooner in a shore-boat
with a letter. They brought
him on board, and Charley Johnson
— whose name had ended in " ski "
before he had signed articles on a
whaler as "Johnson," and held to the
name — was brought aft to interpret those
things which Hansen and Murray wished to say
to the attendant. They told him that a lady
would come out to the schooner just before mid-
night, and if he told anyone of her coming they
would blow his brains out. If he did not tell
of her visit they would give him more rouble
notes. And he agreed not to tell. On second
thoughts, Captain Hansen decided to keep him
on board the schooner to make sure that he
would not. Murray could go ashore to get the
fugitive countess.
He did. Before midnight he came back with
the woman they had seen on the veranda. As
he told Hansen afterward, he had an awful job
to get her. He had to pick her up, screaming
and kicking, scratching his face, and fighting as
hard as she could. She was dead-set against
coming, but there were five thousand golden
THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN."
T93
" H"E HAD TO PICK HER UP, SCREAMING AND KICKING."
dollars waiting for the members of the Adele's
crew at Kamakura when they delivered the lady
there, so she had to come. Murray had been
unable to find her, and, as he was about to give
up the search, he saw a woman in white coming
up the path on her way to the Governor's house.
He could see at a glance that she was the same
woman he had seen on the veranda in the
afternoon, and he waited for her to show some
sign of accepting his guidance to the schooner.
Curiously enough, however, she did not show
any sign of wanting to go. In fact, she
screamed and started to run. So Murray
picked her up and carried her to the waiting
boat ; there he held her while the two Japanese
rowed them to the schooner. Once alongside
the Adele, she was hauled on board, despite her
struggles and screams, and when she was
installed in the cabin provided for her the
anchor was lifted, and the schooner luffed
around and started seaward under a fair breeze.
It was decided that the Russian attendant
could stay on board and look to the wants of
the countess — he might make trouble if allowed
Vol. xiv.— 26.
to go on shore. As it was, the abduction
of the countess might not be known until
the morning, and by that time the Adele
would have a good start.
She had enough start, evidently. There
were one or two alarms when smoke was
seen at different points of the horizon, but
the schooner voyaged safely to Japan. She
ran into one storm off Yezo, where she was
tossed about a little and had some of her
canvas ribboned, yet she eventually came
within sight of Fuji, towering white in the
red sky. The countess had stood the voyage
well. She had been in a continual passion
of anger at first ; she talked an incessant
stream of language which only Johnson and
the Shanghaied attendant of the Governor
of Kamchatka could understand; and what
she said seemed to amuse them highly.
At first she had refused food, but latterly
had eaten her meals regularly, poorly cooked
though they were for one of her social rank.
As Jack Haan said, "She looked as though
she would be delivered in good condition."
It was September when the island of Eno-
shima was seen in the glare of the autumn
sun, and the blue, almost opalesque, waves
were rolling upon each other on to the great
sandy beach at Kamakura. The fishing junks
were scudding homeward with the breeze,
and all Nature was glorious. In consequence
of these things — and also because there were
ten thousand yen in Japanese currency await-
ing them in one of the villas on shore —
the adventurers were happy when the Adele
dropped her mud-hook and the stern-boat
was rowed ashore, carrying Hansen and his
lieutenant in lawlessness toward the villa where
for two hours past two Russians had been
seated at a window staring through their
glasses at the Adele. They could not under-
stand the black colour and the white stripe.
In fact, they were not sure that she was the
schooner they looked for until they saw the
name, which had been repainted over that
which she .borrowed.
"Well, capitan, you get the countess, eh?"
said one of the two, as Hansen and Murray
stepped on to the veranda. "You have got the
countess ; \ have seen her with my glasses on
the deck."
"Yah," said Hansen, "ve ged 'er."
" But for why you not bringing her on shore ?
That the arrangement is," said the other
Russian.
"Yes, that's the arrangement," broke in
Murray. "But we thought, as men of business
— no offence meant, you know— that we would
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like to have a settlement before we delivered
the goods, as it were. The money, you know."
"Ah, so ? It is that you will have the reward
which we give," the Russian replied, laughingly.
"So, we give to you."
And the money was counted out — in hundred-
yen notes. Then Hansen remained with
the Russians drinking whisky and water and
telling in broken English of how they had
abducted the countess, much to the amusement
of the Russians, who laughed heartily at the
recital.
It was some time before Murray returned
with the countess — and then there was a
sensation.
husband — he was the unwilling passenger who
voyaged with her from Kamchatka — went to
Shanghai.
And the real countess ?
I don't know anything about her. Hansen
never saw her ; he never heard anything more
about her, so he could give me no information
regarding her. For all I know she may still be
the "guest" of the Governor of Kamchatka.
Poor old Hansen ! He was drowned while
gallantly attempting to save some shipwrecked
sailors from the nitrate barque Libertad, of
Callao, which foundered off the Vancouver
coast some years ago. The priest in charge of
"you fools!'' he said, "you've brought the wrong woman."
The Russians sprang to their feet with oaths,
one knocking over a chair and spilling the
whisky on the table.
" You fools ! " he said, when he could speak.
" You've brought the wrong woman. This is
not the countess ! "
And it wasn't. Hansen didn't care, though.
He had the money ; they had the woman. If
she was not the countess, that must be the fault
of the Russians. They must have given him
the wrong photograph, for she was certainly
like the one he had. If she was not the
countess, who was she ?
She was the maid of the countess. She
remained in Japan and was living in Tokio
until the war began. Then sne and her
the nearest mission refused to read his burial
service, for, according to his view, Hansen
was not only a heretic, but a bad one.
Nevertheless, the Kyuquot Indians — the
beach people who live in the fringe of the
forest — knew him, with all his faults, to be
a man, and thev gave him a funeral such as
that of a chief. Moreover, they carved a mighty
totem for him, and it stands to this day at the
head of his grave on the lonely hillside just
beyond Kyuquot harbour, overlooking the great
ocean on whose waters he had lived his
chequered life. Poor old Hansen ! He was no
saint — far from it— but he had his good points.
There will never be another " Flying Dutch-
man."
THE END.
f^//prtf/yap.
In this and the following article Captain Foulkes, the author of "With the British to Sokoto,"*
describes his experiences in Kano, the " Manchester of the Soudan," and discourses on men
and things in mat remarkable city, which, until occupied by the British troops a few months ago,
was practically a terra incognita to the white man.
ORE than fifty years ago, when the
German explorer Barth was in Tunis,
prior to the travels in the Western
Soudan which especially have made
his name famous, he showed such
interest in the little- known races and regions of
Central Africa that a Hausa slave, whom he had
engaged in conversation, one day said to him,
" Please God, you shall one day go and visit
Kano."
These words, and the descriptions of the far-
famed Hausa centre, made such an impression
on his mind that Kano, the name of which had
excited his imagination for a long time, became
one of the main objects of Barth's great journey,
it being the centre of the commerce of the
Western Soudan, as well as a storehouse of
information and a base from which more distant
regions could be explored.
Although Barth succeeded in reaching the
town, Clapperton was the first European who
had ever visited Kano, and since Barth's day
the successive rulers of the city have strongly
and strenuously opposed the idea of permitting
any white men to enter the gates. Amongst
the few who have .succeeded in doing so, how-
ever, may be mentioned Colonel Monteil, who
went there in the course of his famous march
* See our issues for July, 1903, and following months. — Ed.
from St. Louis to Lake Chad and thence to
Tripoli in 1891.
Monteil was received with great hospitality,
coming as he did direct from the Emperor of
Sokoto, and with the strongest recommenda-
tions ; but Bishop Tugwell, who, with a few
missionary companions, succeeded in reaching
Kano two or three years ago, was soon compelled
to leave the city, which has, since that time,
been closed to all Europeans, until the British
forces stormed the gates last year and hoisted
the Union Jack.
The opposition of the Emir Aliu (who was
deposed by General Lugard) to the British was
very marked. Besides his unwillingness to
open up his country for commercial relations —
entailing the suppression of the slave trade — he
was in very bad odour with the British Govern-
ment on account of having received with honour,
and extended his protection and hospitality to,
the fugitive Magaji of Keffi, a local headman
who was responsible quite recently for the
murder of Captain Moloney, one of the political
officers of the Protectorate.
Kano being not only the most important but
also one of the most interesting cities of the
Central Soudan (it has been well called the " Man-
chester of the Soudan"), I will briefly touch
upon some of the chief [joints of its history
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before coming to the more immediate object of
these articles, viz., to recall some of the scenes
I witnessed in the great market-place and
among its narrow and tortuous streets.
Kano was originally founded many hundreds
of years ago ; in fact, the Hausas first established
themselves there about the time that Alfred the
Great was engaged in defeating the Danes in
this country and in originating England's naval
power. Its early history is that of the Hausa
people, wh >, according to ancient native legends,
originally came from somewhere in the East
"beyond Mecca," and occupied the great Oasis
of Air, whence they were driven southwards by
the Berbers — the modern Tuaregs — and gained
a footing in Gober and Daura, both of which
countries are now in the British Protectorate of
Northern Nigeria.
After a time a colony of Hausas, under a
pagan chief named Kano, travelled still farther
to the south and fortified themselves round a
small, rocky, and precipitous hill called Dala,
which is about one hundred and fifty feet high,
and is now enclosed within the great walls of
the town ; the few huts that were then erected
seem to have been the nucleus of the present
city. A long line of pagan Kings succeeded
the original founder, many of whom acknow-
ledged the suzerainty of the Sultan of Bornu,
whose empire, including as it then did the
powerful kingdoms of Baghirmi, Wadai, and
Darfur, was the most extensive that has ever
been known in Central Africa.
The importance of Kano as a manufacturing
centre only dates from a little over a hundred
years ago, when the Fulanis asserted their power
in these parts and de-
stroyed Katsena, which
was at that time the
great commercial centre ;
in fact, it was entirely
due to the downfall of
Katsena that Kano be-
came, as it remains to
this day, the seat of cul-
ture of the Hausa race
and the Metropolis of
West Africa. Arab mer-
chants from the Mediter-
ranean seaports had, how-
ever, frequented the city
for centuries.
To come down to more
recent times, the reigning
Emir of Kano in 1892
was driven out by Aliu
(whose portrait appeared
in the April number of
this magazine) and was ^"i"™"***68 °F KAN°"
slain in battle three years later. Aliu was himself
deposed by the British when Kano was captured
last year, and is now kept a prisoner at Lokoja.
Travelling from Katsena after having traversed
the desert regions on the border of the Sahara
one cannot help being much impressed with the
richness of the Kano province, for on all sides
were immense areas under cultivation and large
herds of cattle.
As the neighbourhood of the capital is
approached, the bush-paths along which, a little
farther north, one might accomplish a day's
journey without meeting a human being become
more and more frequented. We passed porters
from the distant town of Salaga, at the back of
the Gold Coast, bringing kola-nuts bound up in
neat parcels and balanced on curious little
cushions, which are stuffed with cotton and
placed on the head for protection ; women with
calabashes and earthenware jars of local
manufacture, strung together ; donkeys stag-
gering under unwieldy loads of ground-nuts
gathered from farms close by, and muzzled
to prevent them grazing by the wayside ;
and Government carriers with coils of wire
for the telegraph line that is being extended
from head-quarters at Zungeru. Long before we
reached the town we espied the Dala hill which
has already been mentioned, and is a prominent
landmark. The great walls of the city are built
of sun-dried mud, and are in some places as
much as fifty feet in height and forty feet in
thickness at the base ; dug on the outside there
is a moat fifteen feet deep, so that, as will be
seen from the photograph, the two together con-
stitute a very formidable obstacle against assault.
IN SOME PLACES THEY ARE FIFTY FEET HIGH AND FORTY
FEET THICK. \PhotO.
WHAT I SAW AT KANO.
197
The town itself is eleven and a half miles in
circumference and possesses thirteen gates, in
the construction of which much ingenuity has
been displayed. Many of the gateways have
been placed in reentrant angles, and are built
in towers through which tortuous passages run,
so that an entrance to the town could be easily
denied to an assailant, even if in considerable
numerical superiority ; whilst the approaches to
the gates themselves are enfiladed from loop-
holes in the walls on both sides as well as in the
towers.
The arrangement of the loopholes also has
been cleverly planned. They have been made a
few feet from the top of the wall, and each loop-
hole is served from a recess constructed in the
Although the area enclosed by the wall is
immense, it is by no means entirely — nor even
half — built over. Large spaces have been left for
cultivation, with the idea that during a prolonged
siege the townspeople might raise sufficient
grain for their subsistence.
The buildings in Kano vary very much in
quality. A few of them have circular mud-
walls with grass-thatched roofs, but the majority
are built of mud throughout, with Hat roofs
drained by wooden gutters, which discharge on
the heads of anyone who may be passing in the
street below.
The best houses are to be found in the Arab
quarter; here they are built in two stories, and
certain attempts are made at ornamental mould-
From a]
ONE OF THE CITY GATES.
[Photo.
inner face, the recesses being separated by solid
partition walls, so that the defenders firing from
the loopholes are practica ly safe excepting from
the direction of the town.
In spite of the strength of their defences, the
fighting men of Kano offered but a feeble re-
sistance to the entry of the British column last
year. It had been shown a few days previously,
when the strongly-walled town of Bebeji was
assaulted and taken, that the shells from our
small field-guns had little or no effect against
these solidly - built mud -walls. If the Kano
warriors had defended their town with any
degree of determination its capture would have
been a much more difficult undertaking than it
proved to be, and would probably have necessi-
tated a night attack with scaling ladders.
ing, while the window openings are covered with
wooden lattice-work, and a kind of couch is
provided at the entrance, on which the owners
can be observed transacting their business,
squatting on curiously-stained leather cushions.
Besides the Arab quarter, special portions of the
town are appropriated by each of the various
native races; for example, the Yorubas, the
Hausas, the Fulanis, and the Nupis all occupy
distinct quarters of the city.
The Fulanis are the ruling race in the
country, and the history of their advent and of
the gradual assertion, of their power during the
last "hundred years is full of interest. They are
essentially a pastoral race and never remain 111
one spot for any length of time, nor do they
cultivate the soil. Their encampments are to
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From a\
THE EMIRS JUDGMENT HALL, WHEKE CASES ARE TRIED.
be found all over the Soudan, and they ex-
change the produce of their herds for such corn
and clothing as they require.
Their skin is reddish-brown in colour, and
the shape of their noses is aquiline and
quite different to that of the blacks; their
hands and feet, too, are much smaller.
The Fulani has a great contempt for the
black, and considers him — and rightly —
an inferior being. There is a saying
among the latter, in speaking of their
Fulani rulers, " You will never find a fool
among them " ; and in reference to the
women — " Let one enter your house as
a slave and she will become mistress of
it at once."
. The King's palace is a square fortress
situated in the centre of the city and
surrounded by a high wall. Within the
latter, which encloses an area of not less
than thirty-three acres, are the King's
private npartments and audience chambers,
as well as various court houses and the
Judgment Hall.
Some of these buildings are very fine
specimens of native architecture, the
audience chamber, for example, being
about twenty-five feet square, with an
arched roof thirty feet high. Both in the
arches and in the walls there is a strong
timber framework, and the whole of the
interior of this room is rudely decorated
with geometrical designs executed in
coloured paints and
powdered mica. Promi-
nent points in the roof
and on the walls are
further ornamented with
small, round, grass-woven
mats fastened against the
surface, and with pieces
of coarse glazed European
earthenware.
When I was in Kano I
enjoyed the privilege of a
presentation to the present
Emir, and had no difficulty
in getting him to stand for
his portrait in the court-
yard. He showed great
interest in my camera (a
twin lens), and delightedly
followed his chief adviser,
the sitting figure in the
photograph, in the focusing
screen as he walked about
in front for the purpose.
The Emir is a tall,
dignified man, over six
feet in height ; he is a half-brother to his pre-
decessor Aliu, and is very like him in face, but
rather lighter in complexion. The robes he wore
were of embroidered silks, and his sandals were
[Photo.
THE PRESENT EMIR (ON RIGHT) AND HIS PRIME MINISTER.
From a Photo.
WHAT I SAW AT KANO.
199
encased in ostrich feathers, which gave them a
most peculiar appearance.
The palace grounds were at the time of my
visit strangely deserted, though Barth, referring
to the same place in the year 185 1, quaintly
writes : " Hundreds of lazy, arrogant courtiers,
freemen, and slaves were lounging and idling
here, killing time with trivial and saucy jokes."
On the occasion of the recent British occupa-
tion of Kano an unexpected resistance was
offered at the entrance to the King's palace by
a devoted slave who had been left in charge.
With merely a handful of followers he gallantly
attacked our troops, and it was only after a
sharp fight that
the whole party
was overcome
and killed. One
of the King's
women, too,
showed her de-
votion by setting
fire to the maga-
zine in which
quantities of
powder and am-
munition were
stored. The
smoke was only
just discovered
in time, and
after a few ex-
citing moments
the fire was put
outandadisaster
narrowly averted.
The dungeon
in Kano, in which
malefactors and
others who had
incurred the
King's d i s-
pleasure used to
be confined, is
one of the sights of the city. It is a small
building, divided into two compartments, each
of about one hundred and twenty square feet
area and ten feet high. The compartments
are separated by a small partition wall, and
the whole place is quite unventilated except-
ing for a small doorway, in passing through
which it is necessary to stoop double.
At the time that Kano was captured there
were no fewer than a hundred and thirty- five
people confined in this place at night-time.
During the day the wretched creatures were
driven into a small adjoining courtyard, where
they were allowed to cook their food. The
atmosphere of this dreadful place can be
THE DUNGEON AT KANO — UEMUK THIS
From a] black hole ok Calcutta
imagined ; and it was stated that on one occasion
over two hundred prisoners were confined in the
dungeon at the same time, and this, of course,
did not even leave standing room for them.
The difficulty was partly overcome by the
privilege accorded to persons sentenced to death
of sitting on the ground with their legs forced
up to the thigh through holes made in the
partition wall ; as a result they were left to be
trodden on by the other prisoners, and each night
several of the hapless victims were trampled to
death, their corpses being dragged out in the morn-
ing. Beside this terrible place the horrors of the
Black Hole of Calcutta fade into insignificance.
Beyond the
King's palace
and the Dala hill
the most notice-
able topographi-
cal feature of
Kano is a large
pond in the
middle of the
town, which goes
by the name
Jakara. This
pond was of
much greater ex-
tent fifty years
ago, and was pro-
bably originally
formed by exca-
vating for mate-
rial with which
to build houses.
Of late years it
has been a great
convenience to
the Kings of
Kano, as it was
into this lake
that heads, limbs,
and bodies were
thrown on the
occasion of State executions. Into it, also,
refuse from the different slaughter-houses and
offal are still pitched, and, as may be imagined,
its neighbourhood is not one in which to linger.
Unfortunately, even after leaving this ill-omened
lake, one does not experience much, relief in
the city.
Kano is certainly picturesque, but it is also
extremely dirty, and foetid streams can be seen
oozing from the dwelling-houses and trickling
down the centre of nearly all the streets. The
enormous extent of the town can be judged from
the fact that the distance from the Dala hill
(from which the photograph at the top of the
next page was taken) to the Jakara— shown in
IEKKIBLE PLACE THE HOKKOKS OK I HE
FADE INTO INSIGNIFICANCE." [Photo.
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' JAKARA
THE LAKE INTO WHICH THE REMAINS OF EXECUTED CRIMINALS WERE FORMERLY THROWN.
From a Photo.
the background of the same picture — is less
than one- quarter of the total distance from the
hill to the opposite wall, as measured on the
plan. The whole of this space is closely packed
with houses.
Immediately within the walls of the city,
before one reaches the houses, there are wide,
green, open spaces which afford excellent
pasturage for horses, donkeys, cattle, and
goats. These greens were also intended to be
sown with grain to eke out the supplies of the
town during a siege. Every here and there one
passes excavations filled with water and over-
grown with weeds. These are abandoned clay-
pits, whence the materials for building houses
have been obtained. Fresh pits are seen on
every hand, with gangs of slaves hoeing up
the clay and working it into balls ready for use.
.
A GFNERAL VIEW OF KANO — THE CITV IS ELEVEN AND A HALF MILES IN CIRCUMFERENCE, AND
From a] possesses thirteen gates. [Photo.
{To be concluded.)
By S. W. Niemeyer.
The strange and pathetic story of Count Alberto de Rimini, an Italian nobleman. Once
a member of the Papal household, and moving in the highest circles of Roman society, the
tragic issue of a love affair drove him away from home and friends for ever. For thirty
years he has lived as a recluse in the Great Dismal Swamp of Virginia.
N a dense forest bordering on the
Great Dismal Swamp of Virginia
there is a rude kind of cave dug
into the earth and covered with
branches of trees, twigs, and rags.
In this miserable hole, far from the haunts of
man, dwells a human being whose life and
history have for many years been a profound
mystery.
The hermit is
a man of appa-
rently sixty years
of age, dirty and
unkempt in ap-
pearance. He
leaves his den
occasionally to
visit the town of
Portsmouth,
some ten miles
distant, where he
wanders through
the streets pick-
ing up rubbish of
any kind, which
he deposits in an
old black leather
bag suspended
by a strap from
his shoulder. He
never speaks to
anyone and is
generally re-
garded as deaf
and dumb. The
old man is called
the "Crazy Her-
mit of the
Swamp," and
Vol. xiv. —26.
HIS LOVE WAS KE1UKNKU.
many surmises are indulged in regarding him
and the cause of his present condition. There-
by, although very few people know it, hangs
a tale of strange romance.
More than thirty years ago there was main-
tained at the Vatican in Rome a small band of
soldiers known as the Army of the Pope. To
this " army " was attached a young captain,
Count Alberto de
Rimini, a gentle-
man of Italy,
who, though pos-
sessed of large
wealth, from re-
ligious motives
and admiration
for Pope Pius
IX., had Income
a member of the
Papal Guard, and
announced to his
friends and rela-
tives his inten-
tion of devoting
his services to
the cause of the
Pope and aiding
him in the strug-
gle against the
daily - increasing
opposition to the
temporal power
of the Church of
Rome.
But, alas, for
human frailties !
apt de Rimini
had, without the
least regret, cast
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aside the companionship of congenial friends
and the pleasures of wealth and social position,
regarding them as a star of only temporary
brightness that would soon fade for ever, but
suddenly there arose to beam on his life a new
and brilliant star of rare and radiant beauty —
a lovely maiden of twenty summers, more
beautiful than all the bright flowers of sunny
Italy, with a voice of sweeter music than the
song-bird's note. To see her was to love her,
and Beatrice Bendennetti at once became the
idol of his heart. His love was returned,
but fate was against them. Beatrice was the
netti must carry out her resolve, ind that their
love must be renounced for ever !
De Rimini at first did not seem to compre-
hend the Bope's words, but suddenly his eyes
flashed fire, the blood rushed to his face, and,
almost crazed with grief and rage, the young
nobleman turned furiously upDn the Holy
Father, reproaching him bitterly. Bius IX.
touched a bell, and several attendants entered.
They at once proceeded to remove the angry
count, who struggled desperately, furious with
passion and disappointment. As he was borne
away the Fope stretched out hi: hand towards
'the fope stretched out his hand towakds him, saying, 'kefent and do penance, and you will be forgiven.
promised bride of Heaven, a daughter of the
Church, for she had decided to become a
cloistered nun.
Count de Rimini's enlistment as a soldier of
the Bope did not require a vow of celibacy, and
he urged upon Beatrice that, as she had not
already become a nun, it was not too late to
reconsider her determination. She was willing,
but, uncertain as to her duty, agreed that
De Rimini should lay the matter before the
Bope and abide by his decision. De Rimini,
delighted with this agreement, gladly accepted
the condition, feeling assured that the Bope
would readily consent to give peace and happi-
ness to the faithful soldier who had served him
so well. He hurriedly sought an audience with
the Bontiff, who listened patiently to his tale of
love, but to the count's astonishment and
dismay quietly told him that Beatrice Benden-
him, saying, " Repent and do penance, and you
will be forgiven."
De Rimini was confined for several days, and
then, on account of his former faithful services,
was released. He at once sought Beatrice, but
learned that she was ill — literally dying from
grief, shame, and mortification that her lover had
on her account committed the -awful crime of
grossly insulting the Bope. She lingered for a
few days — exacting from the distracted young
count a promise to repent and do penance — and
then her gentle spirit took its flight.
After the death of his beloved Beatrice the
sorely-tried De Rimini's health gave way. A
long illness resulted in the loss of his reason and
his incarceration in an asylum. After several
years of confinement in this place — for ever
brooding on his promise of penance — he escaped,
made his way to the coast, and shipped on a
THE HERMIT OF THE DISMAL SWAMP.
203
THE HERMITS ABODE IN THE HEART OF THE GREAT DISMAL SWAMP OF VIRGINIA.
Front a Photo.
sailing - vessel bound for America. The
vessel reached the shores of the United
States, but was wrecked on the coast of
Virginia. De Rimini, with several others,
succeeded in reaching the
shore, but he soon left
his companions and took
to the woods. After
wandering about aim-
lessly for some time he
reached the Great Dismal
Swamp, some thirty miles
from the coast. Here, in the
forest bordering the swamp,
he settled down to live the
remainder of his days. For
nearly thirty years he has thus
lived, never speaking to any-
one, feeding on odds and
ends of food, and otherwise
bearing bodily and mental
suffering as a penance for the
insult offered to Pius IX.
Some years ago an Italian gentleman saw the
hermit, ascertained his nationality, and, visit-
ing his retreat in the swamp, succeeded in
persuading him to disclose the story of his
life, which is here related.
The accompanying
photographs of the hermit
and his abode, which were
secured with great difficulty,
well illustrate the primitive
nature of the former aristo-
crat's surroundings in the
heart of the lonely forest.
Perhaps ere long, in the
dead hours of the night,
with only the whispering
wind amongst the trees to
sing a requiem, the soul
of the poor old man will
take flight, and the two
loving hearts that were
separated in life will be
united for ever in death.
THE HERMIT AS HE IS TO-DAY.
From a Plwto.
A Chinese Bicycle — The "Rock of the Accursed Step-Daughter" — The Chopstick Market, etc.
MEDICAL missionary in China
writes : " The Chinese bump of
originality is poorly developed. John
can make almost anything if you
give him a pattern. A foreigner in
Pekin once gave a tailor an old pair of trousers
with strict injunctions to make another like
them. He did so — including the well-worn
patch behind ! The wooden bicycle shown in
the accompanying picture was
made by a Chinaman. His sole
pattern was a drawing of an
old - fashioned bone - shaker.
The front wheel looks very
much like a discarded rickshaw-
wheel, but the man declares
he made the whole thing him-
self. The most curious part of
the machine is the backbone,
which is nothing more or less
than an agricultural pitchfork,
the prongs being bent down to
form supports for the hind
wheel. The seat differs from the
conventional saddle in having
two pieces of wood nailed at
right angles to each other and
padded with cotton - wool for
additional comfort ! There are
no pedals. The rider works
from the front wheel hub, on a
bent piece of iron fixed to an
improvised crank. The handles
are three feet long and perfectly
straight. The less said about rigidity the better.
The rider shown in the picture purchased it
from the maker for four shillings, and rode it
from his home to my house, a distance of forty
miles. He cannot get on unless the machine is
supported by a friend. No bell is necessary.
You can hear him coming a considerable way
off. The 'ram' in front is evidently necessary
to preserve the delicate mechanism behind ! "
THIS EXTRAORDINARY WOODEN BICYCLE WAS I'.l'll.r
From a] being a drawing of an old
BY A CHINAMAN, HIS ONLY PATTERN
' BONE-SHAKER." [FkctO.
ODDS AND ENDS.
565
{Photo.
Many rocks in various parts of the world
assume fantastic shapes, which have earned
them all sorts of more or less appropriate
names. One which reproduces the human
form very strikingly is the " Rock of the
Accursed Step-Daughter." It is situated near
the entrance to a tunnel between Nish and the
Macedonian frontier, but you must pop your
head out of the train very quickly if you
desire to catch a glimpse of it. To the
Servians of the neighbourhood it affords a
ful than it would be in most other lands,
for patriarchal ties there almost amount to a
religion. The curse came home to roost and
the step-daughter was turned into stone. If
you doubt the story, there is the rock as proof
of its authenticity.
The illustration below is a facsimile of
the curious paper currency that was in use
at Salt Lake City, Utah, until quite recently.
These notes range in value from five cents up to
five dollars, and were redeemable, not in cash,
' This 15 not intended to he used as Money.
TH|SWRIT|NG
WITNESSETH THAT TH£
/0fS!
PRODUCE/^MERCHANDISE
TO THE AMOUNT OF"
Date.<V/^£
W
an.
Wm
^•HV v**
',••'—
THE CURIOUS PAPER CURRENCY FORMERLY USED AT SALT LAKE CITY. THE NOTE'., .VERE REDE
IN CASH, HUT IN GOODS.
favourite resort for picnics. The legend at-
taching to it is to the effect that, once upon
a time, a girl cursed her step - mother. This
in Servia is considered more criminally unduti-
but in goods. They have now been called in,
and are becoming somewhat rare, although they
are still occasionally used for paying the ten per
cent, tithe levied on all faithful Mormons.
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F)oiu a\
It is safe to say that
very few of our readers
could name correctly what
the heaps shown in the
top photograph are com-
posed of. The picture
was taken in the city of
Wuchang, in Central
China, and the piles con-
sist of nothing more or less
than bamboo chopsticks
in process of manufacture.
As every Chinese man,
woman, and child needs at
least one pair of chopsticks,
and as they have to be
thrown away when they
have been used a few
times, the demand is
enormous, and they are
made literally by the mil-
lion. The river
in the back-
ground is the
Yang-tse, and
the town across
the river Han-
kow.
Our next
photograph
was taken at
an old house
near Dieppe,
France, and
shows an im-
mense dove-
cot, construct-
ed to hold
several hun-
dred birds.
/HAT ARE THKSE HEAPS COMPOSED OF?
A MONSTER SIXTEENTH-CENTURY DOVE-CC
From a] France.
NEAR DIKPPF
f Photo.
THE 1'ET
REGIMENT REFRESHING HIMSELF AFTER A FATIGUING MARCH.
From a Photo.
[Photo,
The holes for entry will
be seen in the fourth belt
of patterns. Besides be-
ing interesting as a
curiosity it is a beautiful
example of sixteenth-cen-
tury architecture. Such a
large dove-cot must surely
be unique.
It is a well-known fact
that various regiments in
our own and foreign armies
possess queer " pets " or
" mascots," which often
go with the troops
on active service. The
accompanying snap - shot
shows a quaint little
monkey, the much-prized
pet of a Yeomanry regi-
ment in South Africa.
The picture
shows the
animal en-
joying a re-
freshing drink
on coming
into camp
after a long
and fatiguing
trek across
the veldt, hold-
ing the bottle
above his
head and
gulping down
its contents
with every
sign of satis-
faction.
J
ODDS AND ENDS.
207
One of the
greatest evils ran-
chers have to
fight in the Rocky
Mountains is the
forest fire. Very
often careless
campers leave
some smouldering
embers ; a wind
arises to scatter
the sparks, and a
disastrous forest
fire ensues. Hun-
dreds of thou-
sands of acres of
valuable timber
have been de-
stroyed in this
way. The Govern-
ment appoints
timber rangers to
watch both the
careless camper
and the timber
A MOUNTAINEER CUT OFF BV AN AVALANCHE. KEFORE
RESCUING HIM THE RELIEF PARTY TOOK THIS SNAP-SHOT OF
the curious scene. [by Pollack.
From a Photo. 1
This pictu
From a]
RE DOES NOT REPRESENT A VOLCANO,
IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS.
BUT A FOREST FIRE
{Photo.
thief, but, of course, these cannot be every-
where at once. The impressive photograph
reproduced shows a forest fire raging on
Mount Hayden, Ouray County, Colorado.
The fire is really just behind the top of the
peak, but from the point of view selected it
gives a very striking volcano-like effect.
Concerning the above photograph a corre-
spondent writes : " This remarkable snap-
shot illustrates the extraordinary escape of a
mountaineer who was suddenly overtaken by
an avalanche. There was no time to fly, but
he crouched under a projecting rock which
divided the moving snow and saved his life.
Part of the avalanche passed clean over the
rock, and when it finally came to rest he
found himself surrounded on all sides by
enormous masses of snow. Here a search
party found him some hours afterwards, afraid
to leave his rock in case the treacherous snow
should once more begin to move. Before they
rescued him from his disagreeable predica-
ment they took this photograph of the scene.''
The photo, on the next page hails from
Ocean Island, away in the South Pacific, and
shows a number of Gilbert Islanders playing
their game of ball. A clear piece of ground
is chosen, and about a dozen or so Kanakas
take their places at each end, a log being
placed across the centre of the ground. The
ball — which is about twenty inches in cir-
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GILBF.KT ISLANDERS PLAYING BALL. SOMETIMES THE BALL IS HIT WITH SUCH FORCE AS TO KNOCK A MAN DOWN.
From a Photo.
cumference — is made of cocoanut-leaf. One of
the boys takes it in his right hand and rushes
up to the log, where he throws the ball into the
air and strikes it with his clenched fist towards
the other side, who are waiting to catch it. If
no one is successful in doing this, the ball is
returned, and so the game goes on until' some-
one or other catches it, when they have a turn
at hitting. Sometimes the big ball is sent in
with such force as to knock a man over.
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A Battle HgH Life with Pythons
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THE PAY-lijAIN
Hermit of the Dismal Swamp
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*\ Modern Robinson Crusoe
Cast Away among Filipino*
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THE NOVEL MAP-CONTENTS OF " THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE," WHICH SHOWS AT A GLANCE THE LOCALITY OF EACH ARTICLE
AND NARRATIVE OK ADVENTURE IN THIS NUMBER.
"A DARK FORM OF GREAT SIZE SHOT CLEAN OVER THE DORY."
(see page 214.)
The Wide World Magazine.
Vol
VIU
JANUARY, 1905.
Nc. ?i.
By Charles R. Marlatt.
What befell two young school-teachers of Fiji who went on a camping-out excursion to
an outlying island.
EAR Yiti Levu, the largest island of
the Fiji group, is situated a smaller
and more rocky island known as
Beqa. It lies about twenty - five
miles from Suva, the beautiful capital
of the group, and makes a delightful rendezvous
for a day's outing. On this account it is often
made the objective point of picnics and ex-
cursions, for, besides being beautiful and
abounding in pretty little camping spots, it
has several unique attractions.
On Beqa lives a tribe of Fijians who possess
the remarkable gift of being able to walk with
bare feet over red-hot stones, and for a slight
remuneration they will give an exhibition of this
power to the tourists and others who visit their
island.* But it is another attraction that takes
the old-timers of Suva there so often. It is
well known that around the rocky shores of
Beqa is to be found the best fishing for many
miles about. Being desirous of testing the
veracity of the tales I had heard of the fire-
walkers, and also of those concerning the
piscatorial possibilities of the place, I resolved
to pay it a visit.
* See " The Fiery Ordeal o" Fiji," in our issue for May,
1898.— Ed.
Vol. xiv.— 27.
I was engaged at the time in teaching a small
native school near the capital, and so had all
day Saturday and Sunday in which to do as
seemed best to myself. There was another
young man, Harry Menzie by name, also a
Canadian, who was engaged in the same occu-
pation farther out from the city, and he and I
were somewhat chummy, having nationality and
occupation in common. Moreover, we were
both enthusiastic lovers of the water, and owned
together a little cutter which we called the
Iki Vuka, or " Flying Fish."
Neither of us had ever been to Beqa, but
had always intended to pay it a visit before
we left the islands, which we contemplated
doing that Christmas. As it was now only a
few weeks before the time set for our departure.
we arranged to make the excursion the following
week, starting on the next Saturday morning
and returning on the Sunday afternoon follow-
ing. For the proper management of the
Iki Vuka two more of a crew were necessary,
and, as it is always best on an excursion of this
kind to have one or more native boys with you,
we agreed to each take our regular native
helpers along, as they were both experts in the
arts of swimming, diving, and sailing.
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On Friday evening we packed up enough
food to last us, and this, with a tent and a
couple of hammocks, we placed in the hoat.
We also got ready an outfit of tackle, lines,
hooks, net, and lastly a harpoon, which would
be handy in case a shark got tangled up in our
net. These we entrusted to the two boys, with
instructions to have all in readiness for an early
start next morning.
The wind in the morning was light, and so we
barely drifted along over the tranquil water, but
when we got outside the reef that runs around
the island we found a better breeze, which in
about three hours' wafted us to our destination.
We had been longer on the
way than we had expected,
and so it was about noon
when we pulled into a little
land-locked bay and prepared
to pitch our camp in the
shade of a cocoa-nut grove
which extended down to the
water's edge. While the
boys were erecting the tent,
swinging the hammocks, and
preparing the dinner, Harry
and I went for a stroll along
the beach.
Returning to the camp,
we found that the natives
had done excellently well in
the way of preparing a meal,
and the camp looked deli-
ciously cool and inviting.
After we had partaken of the
food we had a short siesta,
and then set out on a two-
mile walk to see the fire-
walkers, who were perform-
ing that afternoon for the
benefit of a party of tourists on a visit to
Beqa in search of new scenes and excitement.
The practice of fire-walking as performed by
these islanders seems a wonderful act, and is
explained by them to their credulous fellows by
a long and very ancient myth concerning a
befriended deity, who gratefully bestowed the
art on their ancestors. Stones were heated to
whiteness, and when the fire was taken away the
natives sprang barefooted upon them and,
shaking their spears and clubs, performed a sort
of war dance, which, however, did not last long,
for as soon as the stones began to cool to a
sullen red glow they quickly made their exit
from the scene.
After this performance was over we made our
way back to the camp and, as evening was
approaching, prepared to spend a short time in
fishing. Leaving Tomassi, one of the boys,
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f rotn
to prepare the supper, we rowed off in our tiny
dory and set our net across the mouth of a little
creek that ran into the sea not far from the
place which we had selected as a camping spot.
When the net was satisfactorily placed we put
out our trolls, and Turago, the second boy, took
charge of the oars. The evening was glorious,
and the fish did their best to make the time
pass pleasantly. We soon had enough and
pulled back to camp.
After supper had been served we should have
liked to have gone for a swim, but our presence
had attracted an undesirable, curiosity-stricken
visitor to the neighbourhood, and the appear-
ance of a long black fin
gliding slowly back and forth
in the limpid water warned
us to stay on shore.
When the quick, short
twilight of the tropics was
over and the white moon
shed her beams over the
landscape, we lay and
smoked our pipes, listening
to the beat of a "lalee" in
some distant village and the
sound of the wavelets on
the beach.
The next morning we rose
before sunrise and prepared
for the day's sport. After
partaking of a rather light
repast, which the two boys
had prepared, we took the
dory and all four of us set
out for the spot where we
had set the net the day
before. As we approached the
place we could tell from the
commotion in the water that
some larger game than we had bargained for
had got into the flimsy prison during the
night.
Our first thought, of course, was of sharks.
These terrible creatures, so numerous in the
tropics, are the scourge of all who have aught
to do with the sea. They prevent sea-bathing,
they strike terror to all who are unluckily cap-
sized into the water, and they seriously trouble
the fisherman.
Now, the natives of the South Sea Isles are
the best swimmers and divers in the world.
An islander armed only with a sharp, strong
knife will dive into the water and do battle with
a shark or other large fish in its own element
without any fear ; only the great " stingaree "
(sting-ray) do they hesitate about attacking.
In order to clear the net of the unwelcome
visitor I ordered Tomassi to dive and kill the
CHAKI.ES k. maklatt.
a Photo.
A FIGHT WITH A STING-RAY.
213
creature, whatever it was, before it made useless
strings of our net. The boy promptly took up
his knife and, casting off his " sula " ^loin-cloth),
unhesitatingly slid into the water as noiselessly
as an eel.
Tomassi was an expert diver and had often
an unerring slash, cutting a deep gash in the
flesh of whatever it comes into contact with.
I looked at the other Fijian. His Face was a
blue and horrible colour, and his teeth chattered
with fear. Not so Harry ; he was busily
engaged in getting ready the harpoon that we
HE SLID INTO TH
done the same thing for us before, so that we
felt no anxiety on his behalf. When, however,
after a lapse of two or three minutes, he did not
reappear, Harry began to get uneasy, fearing
that the boy had got tangled up in the meshes
of the net.
Just then a dark red stain appeared on the
surface of the water, spreading itself slowly
over the place where the shiny brown body of
the boy had disappeared. Surely, we thought,
it was the blood of the shark, and we waited
anxiously for Tomassi's reappearance.
As we watched a long, flexible object whipped
suddenly out of the water, and falling across the
net cut it as if it were a cobweb. Then, with a
thrill of alarm, we realized why Tomassi had not
reappeared on the surface. Instead of a shark,
he had met with the dreaded sting-ray, more
dangerous far than any shark that haunts the
seas ! The long, flexible tail of this terrible
creature is armed with two sickle-like spines,
sharp as the keenest razors, and forming the
animal's only weapon of offence and defence.
With lightning-like rapidity the fish can deliver
had brought along in case of just some such
emergency as now confronted us.
Meanwhile the great ray was rushing back-
wards and forwards against the net, trying to
free himself from the meshes that enveloped
him. These fish, by the way, are noted
for an incomprehensibly fiendish temper, wait-
ing no cause of attack and never knowing
when they are beaten. Every moment his
actions became more and more agitated and
excited as he worked himself up to a greater
pitch of fury.
Harry cast the harpoon twice unsuccessfully,
but the third time he struck the brute fair and
square in the middle of his broad, round bark,
where the lance buried its point a foot deep in
the cartilaginous flesh. The effect of this painful
stab seemed to be to draw the creature's atten-
tion to the boat, for with one mad rush he burst
through the battered remains of the net and
made a swift charge right at us. With the speed
of an express train he came, gathering momentum
at every foot and hurling the water to right and
left in masses of foam, till he struck us fair and
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hard, so that the little boat shook and careened
over till I thought she would capsize. -Then the
harpoon line, which was fast to the gunwale in
the bow, tightened with a twang, and we
started through the water at a speed that the
Iki Vuka at her best had never rivalled. But
the mad demon at the other end of the line
could not stand the strain, and suddenly the
line slackened and we ceased to move. Harry
sat in the bows intently watching for the next
move of the troublesome creature, when suddenly,
as I watched him, he crouched low in the bottom
of the dory and shouted to us to do the same.
Then, with a swish and a sprinkle of salty water,
So it happened that just as I was pulling myself
up on one side he appeared on the other, and
we both scrambled aboard at the same time.
Once safely out of danger we looked around
on the scene of the late accident. A few
planks floating around the broken hull of the
dory were all that was to be seen ; but as we
watched, a broad, black, shiny back appeared
in their midst. The terrible tail lashed the
water furiously for a few seconds, and then
slowly the big body turned over on its back an 1
showed us a deep, long gash on the glistening
white belly. Evidently Turago had dived under
the monster and given it a mortal wound with
THE CREEK WHEKE THE BATTLE WITH THE STING-RAY I'OOK II. ACE.
From a Photo.
a dark form of great size shot clean over the
dory, the end of the terrible tail dragging across
the thwarts as it took the water at the other side.
Without pausing the fish turned again imme-
diately and made straight at us. Like a torpedo
he came, swimming almost on the surface, and
I shall never forget the horror I experienced as
he charged down upon us. Suddenly there was
a violent collision, a crash, and we were in the
water with him !
When I came to the surface I realized the
imminent peril of the situation and the neces-
sity for getting away from the dangerous neigh-
bourhood of that deadly tail as soon as possible.
Accordingly I took a long, deep dive towards
the cutter, which was anchored not far from the
scene of this strange combat. I came to the
surface twice in the intervening fifty yards, and
then pulled myself quickly on board. Harry's
tactics had been of a like character, only in his
zeal to escape he so far overshot the mark as to
pass clean under the cutter in his last dive.
his knife. We looked round to see what had
become of the brave boy. We had no fear for
his personal safety, for he could have dived to
the shore without any difficulty, under ordinary
circumstances. Happening to glance in the
direction of the spot where the net had been
set I saw him swimming towards us, bearing the
unconscious Tomassi with him. We pulled
them aboard in a hurry. Turago appeared
none the worse for his adventure, but the other
boy was in a very bad state, having received a
deep wound on the thigh which had laid the
flesh open to the bone, and had caused the
poor fellow to bleed almost to death.
As quickly as possible we got under way, and
shortly after sunrise were bowling back to Suva
before a fair breeze. With Turago curled up in
the bows, and Tomassi bearing his sufferings
stoically, Harry and I sat in the stern and
talked over the adventure, especially that part
of it in which Turago had shown such great
bravery and presence of mind. It had been a
A FIGHT WITH A STING- RAY.
215
grwat tax on the boy's nerves and strength, first
to kill the ferocious monster with no weapon
but his knife, and then to swim to the rescue of
his companion, whom he knew to be either
wounded or dead; and now he lay quietly
sleeping, taking a well-earned rest, while the
Iki Vuka swiftly bore his wounded companion
homewards. After we had got well under way
Harry had stopped the flow of blood by a
hastily-made tourniquet, tying a handkerchief
around the limb above the wound and tighten-
The sharks had partly demolished the gr
body before it drifted into shallow water near
the shore, but the long, leathery tail had
proved too tough even for a hungry shark,
and as it was still intact I cut it off and
took it home to preserve as a souvenir of the
adventure.
We measured the great ray across its broad
back and found it to be a trifle over eight feet
wide, while the length was slightly greater, though
in shape the fish is almost round. The tail
I CUT IT OFF AS A SOUVENIR OF THE ADVENTURE.
ing it with a stick. Although poor Tomassi
was not groaning or complaining of the pain
he was suffering terribly, for his face was a
sickly, ashy colour, and he seemed to sink into
a sort of stupor as the time went by. When,
two hours later, we pulled into Suva, he was
still alive, though quite unconscious.
After committing him to the doctor's care,
and doing all in our power to see that he was
made comfortable, we had to set out for Beqa
again to secure the remainder of our camping
outfit. It was mid-afternoon when we reached
the island on the second trip, and after hastily
gathering up our belongings we set out to see
what had become of the body of the horrible
creature who had spoiled our day's sport at such
great risk to our lives and property.
was ten feet long, and tapered away as slim
as a whip-lash. It is covered with tiny
spines, only one, or at most two, of which,
fortunately, develop into the terrible knife-like
appendages which had proved so disastrous to
Tomassi.
As Harry and I stood on the deck of the
homeward-bound liner that Christmas, and took
our last look at the green hills of Viti Levu
and the fast-receding pier, we saw two figures.
one of which flourished a crutch, while the
other, supporting him, found time with his free
hand to wave a signal of farewell. It was the
newly- convalescent Tomassi and his brave
friend Turago having their last look at the
two white men who had shared so terrible an
experience with them.
With a Camera in Chota Nagpore.
By F. B. Bradley-Birt, F.R.G.S., of the Indian Civil Service.
A Government official describes and illustrates some phases of life in Chota Nagpore, a remote and
little-known province of our Indian Empire, inhabhed by a primitive and most interesting people.
HOTA NAGPORE lies far from
the beaten track, in the south-west
corner of Bengal, and lew tourists
find their way so far afield. Yet,
although it has few of the historical
associations of Northern India and little of the
handiwork of man to attract the sightseer within
its borders, it is a land full of charm and natural
beauty. Range after range of steep, tree-clad
hills rise to a height of over two thousand feet,
many of them crowned by huge masses of rocks
that form picturesque and fantastic shapes
against the sky. Peopled by over thirty dif-
ferent races, most of them aboriginal, each
speaking its own language and with its own
peculiar customs and traditions, it is a country
that still retains much of its primitiveness, undis-
turbed even in the twentieth century and amidst
the great advance that these latter days have
brought to India.
The illustrations accompanying this article
show something of the daily round of life that
has gone on in ceaseless and never-varying
monotony for countless generations amongst
these simple and backward races. They are
a contented and happy people, fearful only
of the multitudes of spirits with which their
imagination peoples
the earth, and to whose
agency they ascribe all
those things for which
their limited intelli-
gences fail to discover
a satisfactory explana-
tion.
Industrious as most
of these aboriginal
people are, they are
passionately devoted to
dancing and merry-
making, in which the
whole village joins. For
these festive gatherings,
which are of frequent
occurrence, the young
men and girls deck
themselves out in all
the finery they possess.
Living an open-air life and accustomed to
daily toil in the fields, they are able to stand
any amount of bodily fatigue. It is no unusual
thing for them to do their day's labour with the
plough and to dance all night, with much im-
bibing of " haria " (country liquor), until well
on into the following day, when they go straight
off again to their daily occupations with all
the ease of the most hardened revellers. The
dances, as a rule, have a slow, monotonous
movement, quaint and graceful, and are per-
formed in perfect time and unison ; but they
are wearying to distraction to anyone not to
the manner born. The " pakdon," or the sword
and shield dance, of the Santal youth, seen in
the accompanying photograph, is of a more
vigorous description. It was danced in the
old days on the eve of battle with terrific
energy, and none but the pick of Santal
youth danced it. But the Santal rebellion
robbed them of the right to carry the sword,
which has now perforce given way to the less
formidable staff, but the shields are as much in
use and as carefully polished as ever ; and as
the dancers, flinging aloft their staves and
shields, leap into the air with wild, unearthly
yells of excitement and enthusiasm, the scene
THE CURIOUS SWORD AND SHIELD DANCE OF THE SANTALS.
[Photo.
WITH A CAMERA IN CHOTA NAGPORE
217
From a] the " sagar," a primitive conveyance with solid wooden wheels. [Photo.
loses little of the quaint picturesqueness of
former days.
For over a hundred miles the Grand Trunk
Road runs through Chota Nagpore, and no-
where along its route to-day does it retain more
of the picturesqueness that characterized it in
its earlier days, before the coming of the railway
had robbed it of its importance as the great high-
way of Upper India. At Barakar, on the eastern-
most border of Chota Nagpore, road and railway
part never to meet again within the province,
though even this immunity is at last threatened
by a lately projected line of rail. Consequently
much of the traffic still remains, as from the
heart of the district travellers must needs pass
up or down its length to reach their destination
or the nearest station on the railway.
Very quaint and picturesque
are the scenes and peoples to be
met with on the way. There
is nothing modern save the tele-
graph posts and wires that run
along its length ; nothing to
remind one that this is the
twentieth century, save, perhaps,
an occasional bicyclist from
Hazaribagh, execrating the un-
evenness of the road as he
hurries on to the railway station,
seventy - three miles away, or,
more rarely still, a chance tourist
attracted by the old-world charm
of this out-of-the-way corner of
India. There is no haste on the
Grand Trunk, and the various
modes of travelling in vogue are
in no way adapted for speed.
The bullock - carts, by
means of which most of
the traffic is done, creep
along at the rate of two
miles an hour, the oxen
moving with true Eastern
desultoriness and the
driver peacefully drows-
ing inside. The sagar —
seen in the photo, here-
with — is a still more
primitive conveyance,
the wheels being made
of solid wood and creak-
ing and groaning with a
noise like the swinging
to and fro of many long-
disused doors.
The push-push is only
one degree faster. Most
of the sahibs — and they
are few — who are to be
met with on this part of the Grand Trunk Road
are to be found uncomfortably ensconced in these
most uncompromising of vehicles. They resemble
nothing so much as bathing-machines on two
wheels, save that they are not nearly so
large and roomy. Little more than four feet
high and five feet long, it is impossible to either
sit or lie with any comfort. Small people come
off best ; particularly tall travellers have a very
bad time of it on a push-push journey, and,
although for the first stage it is a novel ex-
perience, it becomes quite a different matter by
the time one has crawled over seventy miles at
the rate of four miles an hour.
The native babu still clings to the palki,
borne by coolies, as his chief form of locomotion.
It has most of the disadvantages of the push-
From a]
" PUSH-PUSHES " WAITING FOR HIRE.
riioto.
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THE NATIVE BABU STILL CLINGS TO THE 1'ALKI.
[Photo.
push with none of its solidity, and, once inside,
one has to move with care or the whole thing
sways and lurches ominously, while there is
always the fear that the coolies may suddenly
let one down altogether.
The next illustration shows a typical bit of the
Grand Trunk Road, bordered by trees on either
side and with a bullock-cart buried beneath a
load of straw slowly wending its way along.
Not far away towers the Hill of Parasnath,
the home of the gods, and a famous place of
pilgrimage of the Jains. This hill dominates
the road for miles. The temple itself — seen in
one of the photographs — is situated on the
loftiest peak of the hill, over four thousand feet
high, looking down on the plains far below.
Gleaming brilliant white and gold against the
sky, with its air of serene aloofness, it is
esteemed a veritable holy of holies by the Jains,
and attracts pilgrims from all Northern India.
From a
Photo.
WITH A CAMERA IN CHOTA NAGPORE.
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THE HILL OF PARASNATK, THE LEGENDARY HOME OF THE GODS-
From a Photo.
The Santals, one of the most interesting races
that people Chota Nagpore, have a legend that
it was Marang Buru, the Great Spirit of their
mythology, who first taught their ancestors how
to make " haria," the native liquor, of which all
the aboriginal races are passionately fond. This
supposed divine origin is a convenient cloak for
occasional lapses into excess, and the native
certainly does not
fail to show to the
full his apprecia-
tion of this seduc-
tive "gift of the
gods." Our next
illustration shows a
liquor shop — the
Santal equivalent
of a public-house
— where the much-
loved " haria " is
brewed. It is the
most tumble-down
of buildings, with
its roof of ragged
thatch, leaking
badly in the rains
and affording even
less shelter than the
magnificent tree
beneath the shade
of which it stands.
The customers are
quite content to
imbibe outside in the open, crowding round a
fire for warmth in the winter months or lounging
at their ease to catch the faintest breath of
air that stirs in the stifling summer nights.
Only in the rains is it necessary to seek such
further shelter as the ruinous building affords.
A gipsy encampment of Gulgulias — one of
the wildest and most backward tribes in all
■IT IS A FAMOUS PLACE OF PILGRIMAGE.
A WAYSIDE LlyUOR SHOP, WHEKE THE SANTALS IMBIBE 1HEIK CHERISHED "HARIA.
From a Plioto.
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From a\
AN ENCAMPMENT OF GULGULIAS, THE GIPSIES OF NAGPORE.
[Photo.
Chota Nagpore — lies just beyond the liquor
shop, furnishing a never - failing supply of
custom. While other races, after many centuries
of wandering, have at last settled down to become
more or less peaceable, law-abiding subjects of
the British Raj, the Gulgulias still continue
their nomad life, shy of the first sign of
civilization, and only to be found in their
encampments on the outskirts of the jungle.
How they manage to exist is a mystery known
only to themselves, but, as the
illustration testifies, their wants in
the way of clothing and housing
accommodation are not exacting.
They are adepts at snaring birds
and beasts, and the jungle affords
them a continual supply of roots
and fruits. Monkeys, dogs, and
birds, too, once caught and
quickly trained to a variety of
small feats with all the native skill
of the backwoodsman, can be
exchanged when they venture
near the haunts of men in the
larger towns for a few rupees,
which to them mean vast wealth.
Of primitive tastes and habits,
the drinking of " haria " is, in fact,
almost the only form of amus -
ment indulged in by these back-
ward tribes, and at every great
event or festival it plays a con-
spicuous part. The marriage
ceremony is naturally conducive
to conviviality, and the guests
imbibe vast quantities of "haria" during its
protracted course. The expense falls on the
bride's father, but he is well able to afford it,
since a "price" for his daughter — in cash or
heads of cattle, to be paid by the bridegroom's
family — has been fixed upon during the long
preliminaries that precede the nuptials.
Consequently there is a large supply of
" haria," and guests assemble from far and near.
All the neighbours have previously received
A SANTAL WEDDING I'ARTV.
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WITH A CAMERA IN CHOTA NAGPORE
2 2 I
invitations, consisting of
pieces of string with a
number of knots tied to
represent the number of
days that are to elapse
before the appointed
day. It is a useful form
of calendar. A knot
can be undone at every
sunrise, so that there
can be no mistaking the
date when the happy
day has at length arrived.
Then the bridegroom,
with all his friends, pro-
ceeds to the bride's
house and the special
form of marriage that
his tribe sanctions is
gone through. Nearly all
of them include the
marking of the bride's
forehead with " sindur "
(vermilion) by the bride-
groom as an essential part of the ceremony, and
much dancing and singing. The loud beatings
of drums and kettledrums and the braying of
horns, with much drinking of " haria," form an
invariable accompaniment of them all.
Even their funeral ceremonies end no less
convivially. Like the Hindus, the tribesmen
burn their dead on the funeral pyre, but unlike the
latter they bury the ashes beneath huge memorial
stones — rough, uneven slabs of rock, without in-
scription, which, grouped beneath the shade of
some magnificent monarch of the forest in a
secluded spot outside the village, form natural and
impressive, though silent, reminders of the dead.
A NATIVE GRAVEYARD — THE
From a] uneve
DEAD AKE CREMATED AND THEIR ASHES BURIED
N SLABS OF ROCK, WITHOUT ANY' INSCRIPTION.
BENEA1 II HUGE,
[Photo.
The last illustration forms an object-lesson.
The local gaols never fail of inmates, and only
too many of them, as in more civilized com-
munities, owe their incarceration to the imbibing
of much strong liquor. Hard labour — and
drawing water from the prison well is not the
worst form of it — is not a thing to be desired,
takes it with true Eastern
resignation. Of what use
against the decree of Fate?
what the gods send and do
hard labour till the evil
but the native
indifference and
is it to struggle
One must take
the minimum of
time has
of life in
passed. That is
Chota Nagpore.
the philosophy
From a
CONVICTS DRAWING WATER FROM THE PRISON WELL.
[Photo.
Widow Simpson's Journey.
THE STORY OF A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE.
By J. L. von Blon, of Los Angeles, California.
How a poor widow and her five young children, endeavouring to travel by waggon from Utah to
California, became lost in the arid wastes of the " Great American Desert." The experiences that
befell the little party are without a parallel in the history of the West.
glowing
TTR ACTED by the glowing mis
representations of a pretended friend,
Mrs. Amelia Simpson, a poor widow
of Salt Lake City, Utah, determined
to drive with her five young children
to Los Angeles, in Southern California. The
journey which ensued is without parallel even in
Western America, the scene of thrilling frontier
adventures and peculiar hardships unknown any-
where else in the world.
On the morning of October 18th, 1903, as the
sun's first rays glinted on the
inland sea and gilded the
white spires of the Mormon
Temple, the pathetic little
emigrant party started south-
ward, happy in anticipation
of a brighter lot than had
been theirs hitherto. Plung-
ing blindly into the mighty
south - western desert — that
vast death-trap which has
engulfed thousands of strong
men— and struggling wildly
for more than a hundred days
over fourteen hundred miles
of its unspeakable wastes,
this woman and her children,
one a mere babe, heroically
fought manifold dangers, suf-
fered indescribable tortures,
and all but perished before
they passed safely but
miraculously through an
almost incredible ordeal.
But I am anticipating.
From the " City of the Saints " to the " City
of the Angels :' is a far cry — not less than eight
hundred miles as the crow flies — and the nearest
driving route is a thousand miles. This route,
however, has never been traversed. An uncon-
querable wilderness — rough, desolate, and water-
less— dominated by the coyote and the thorn-
bush and withered by a parching sun, yawns
between the two places. Many a venturesome
prospector who has gone into the region to
hunt the mineral treasure locked in the dry
rivers and the barren mountains has never
returned- Scattered bones of men and beasts,
MRS. AMELIA SIMPSON,
ENCES IN THE " GREAT
From a\ here
with rattlesnakes and lizards and horned toads
gliding about them on the shimmering sands,
tell the story — all but the horror of it !
Mrs. Simpson, working hard to earn a bare
living and eager to better the condition of
herself and family, did not comprehend the true
situation, and was easily beguiled by a heartless
villain who, for reasons unknown, desired to get
the widow and her children out of the way.
He falsely told her they could cross the desert
in two or three weeks and obtain good land for
a home free at their destina-
tion. Accordingly the poor
woman sold all she possessed
and used most of the pro-
ceeds for purchasing a meagre
outfit, consisting principally
of a canvas-covered lumber
waggon, half-a-dozen horses,-
and a mule. A stove, water-
tank, bedding, and several
weeks' provisions were taken
aboard, and then the " prairie
schooner " set sail, the faith-
ful dog, Vic, trotting behind.
With their mother were
William Simpson, aged six-
teen, who drove the team ;
James, fourteen, who looked
after the additional animals ;
Llla, twelve ; Anna, nine ;
and the .baby, Agnes Wini-
fred—"little Winnie" — not
yet two. They had not
even a compass to guide
them, not a firearm for pro-
tection, and not a bottle of medicine.
On the fourth day, before they had travelled
a hundred miles from the Utah capital, they had
lost their way and were going in the wrong
direction — west, instead of south. The roads,
however, were excellent, the autumn weather
splendid, and they made rapid progress for
several days. Then they saw less vegetation
and fewer habitations. The earth was baked
and the sun and wind blistering. They were
coming upon the Great American Desert, and the
seriousness of their undertaking began to dawn
upon them. Of the terrible days and lonely
WHOSE TERRHiLE EXPERl-
A.MER1CAN DESF.Rl" ARE
RELATED. [Pkflto.
WIDOW SIMPSON'S JOURNEY.
223
nights, the burning heat and the biting cold
experienced, no account will be taken here, for
these were but a foretaste of the horrors to
come. The immense arid lake-bed was crossed
at its southern end and one horse was left dead
upon the trail, which had, fortunately, been
found and kept. Here the poor widow dis-
covered the almost fatal mistake of having a
narrow-tyred waggon for desert work, for the
wheels cut deeply into the sand and sometimes
made progress almost impossible, even with
four horses tugging at the load. This proved a
drawback through-
out nearly the whole
memorable journey.
On November
12th the wanderers,
believing them-
selves now well on
the way to the pro-
mised land, drove
tediously up to a
ranch-house for
water. They were
amazed when in-
formed they were
on the boundary
line of Nevada in-
stead of in the
south end of the
Mormon territory.
Weary and half-
disheartened, the
three smaller chil-
dren sick, the horses
suffering, and their
own food supply
depleted, Mrs.
Simpson, after a
consultation in the
hamlet of Antelope
Springs, where she
was begged not to
try to go farther,
decided upon an
ill-advised course —
to travel down through Central Nevada, aiming
to pass to the westward of Death Valley, the one
place they had learned long ago to fear. That
step marked the real beginning of what was,
perhaps, the most perilous trip ever attempted
by a woman. Winter was approaching in that
elevated region. The home on wheels already
afforded inadequate protection, and the water
froze in the tank. Nevertheless, the brave
mother and her boys and girls pressed slowly,
steadily onward through an almost impenetrable
country studded with mountain ranges, deep
canyons, and rugged table-lands. Soon they
reached a point where there could be no turning
back, gladly though they would have done so.
There was great danger in
fording
the swift
streams and crossing gorges and narrow passes
with practically no trails, and heavy rains left
turbulent floods behind them. There was no
way open except ahead. The purse was scant,
and mining camps where supplies could be
bought infrequent. There were many days of
half rations and hunger.
Late one afternoon near the close of
November the little caravan halted in a patch
of green at the base
of a mountain near
Pinto to let the
horses graze. The
two boys and the
eldest girl, Ella,
took the animals in
different directions.
A snow flurry began,
darkness came, and
the girl did not
return. The frantic
mother and bro-
thers searched and
called in vain, for
the storm increased
momentarily and
blew blinding sheets
of icy sleet in their
faces. All that long
night there was
terror instead of
sleep in the wind-
swayed waggon.
And the lost girl?
This child of twelve
accepted the situa-
tion philosophi-
cally. After re-
peated failures to
find the way she
" staked " her horse
t
THE FRANTIC MOTHER AND BROTHERS SEARCHED AND CALLED IN VAIN.
with a rock, lay
down near him in
the greasewood brush, and slept ! The barking of
the desert wolves and the moaning of the moun-
tain gale did not frighten this true daughter of
the West, lost on the lonely steppe, but she
contracted a cold which nearly killed her. In
the morning she reached the waggon, and there
was much rejoicing.
For seven days the party plodded through the
snow, and then found themselves on the very
spot where the storm had overtaken them !
They had made a circuit of almost a hundred
miles, and wasted the precious time, energy, and
food they could so little afford to lose. Making
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a second effort they got away directly south,
which led them, after nine days, to the very
heart of the Ralston Desert, through which no
one had ever driven before.
The struggle on the Great American Desert
was repeated, with many hardships added, but
the same remarkable fortune that had preserved
the expedition so far still attended it, and the
seemingly impossible was accomplished. That
this sinister stretch
of brown and yellow
lava and gravel,
studded with brist-
ling cacti and shun-
ned even by the
roving bands of
Indians because it
drives men crazy,
should be traversed
by a widow woman
and her children
under such condi-
tions seems beyond
belief, but it was
done. How will ever
remain a mystery
and a wonder to
the few who know
what it means to
invade the terrible
Ralston Desert.
Four days before
Christmas found the
Simpson family in
direst peril in the
huge lava fields on
the verge of Grape-
vine Canyon, with
the towering Bare
Mountains between
them and California.
They had failed to
enter the Golden
State until too late,
for now every avenue
thither was closed. Their provisions were gone,
with the exception of a single mess of beans, and
the sick baby, threatened with fever, had been
given the last drop of water from the canteen
For nearly thirty hours the animals had not
tasted water, and but a few mouthfuls of hay
remained. The heat arose in waves, and the
awful death that can come only in such a place
appeared imminent to the six helpless travellers.
If they stopped they could only perish, and con-
tinuing promised nothing better, but they drove
onwards as rapidly as the worn-out condition of
the horses would permit. Young James rode
the mule ahead, picking a way among the sprawl-
Froiu (i |
IVE BRAVE CHI 1.1
HEk TERRIBI
ing beds of tuna. Suddenly the beast turned
sharply to the left and refused to budge in any
other direction. It began to rush through the
chaparral, and the waggon followed, though it
was the roughest course imaginable. After all,
what did it matter now where they went ? After
four hours' jolting in the mesquite they came to
a prospector's shack — and a good well ! Never
was sight more welcome or host more surprised.
The man could
scarce believe his
own eyes. It was
the miner's treat,
and as much water
as persons or horses
might safely take
was slowly given.
The mule, whose
wonderful but well-
known instinct had
led them to the spot,
found a bucketful,
gulped it down, and
died on the spot.
It is not likely there
was ever mourning
for a mule before,
but tears that welled
from the heart were
shed over this dumb
brute, which had de-
livered the voyagers
from the very depths
of despair — and
worse.
After a few days'
rest the terrible
journey was re-
sumed, the parly
provided with
enough food and
water to last until
they should reach a
mining camp to
which they were
directed. The kindly prospector's store was
low, and to help the widow he shot and gave
her five chuckawallas — fat, swift, ugly lizards,
which the Indians bake and relish and white
men swallow hurriedly when they can get nothing
else. They were gratefully accepted as a last
resource, and it so happened that they con-
stituted the piece de resistance of the Simpsons'
Christmas dinner ! The repulsive-looking rep
tiles were fried and served in the shade of a
grotesque yucca palm a hundred miles east of
Death Valley — and they actually tasted good.
To this day, however, mere mention of the
chuckawalla will send a shudder through any
IKEX, WHO ACCOMPANIED HER ON
E JOURNEY. [Photo.
WIDOW SIMPSON'S JOURNEY.
225
one of the little band who partook of that
cheerless Christmas meal in the heart of the
desert.
To attempt the crossing of Death Valley
would have been suicidal, and at Springs min-
ing camp, after having been well provisioned,
Mrs. Simpson concluded to turn the other way,
eastward. Continuing too long thence was
perhaps the gravest error of all, for after twenty-
two days' slow progress where no waggon had
ever been seen before they crossed the Vegas
range of mountains to the dread Moapoa Desert.
This is an indescribable natural furnace, the
hottest place in America, and more forbidding
ling by day impossible, and the horses had to
be tied on the shady side of the waggon to keep
them alive. At nightfall the boys would hitch
up the team, and the vehicle would be kept
under way until early morning, which meant
little opportunity for sleep during the hours
when slumber would have been possible. Two
of the horses soon died, and the next victim
was the faithful dog, which left the children
almost inconsolable.
For two weeks not a living human being had
been seen. There was not much food left, and
water was again measured by drops. The
widow and the elder children allowed them-
. - - - - , .
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THE MOAPOA DESERT, THE HOTTEST PLACE IN AMERICA.
From a Copyright Photo, by C. C. Pierce d^ Co.
in any aspect than the Sahara. If there be one
spot in the wide world more treacherous and
uncompromising than another it is the Moapoa
— not excepting even Death Valley. Even in
January the temperature reaches one hundred
and twenty degrees in the shade, and the only
way to find shade is by digging a hole in the
ground. Level as a floor and bounded only by
a purple haze, it seemed endless to the unfortu-
nates trying to escape its grasp. For days and
days as they struggled onwards the vast alkali-
painted waste looked like a sullen ocean. Years
of bitter drought have crystallized the surface,
and the heat was reflected in hungry, eager
vibrations that almost sucked the breath away.
The intensity of the sun's rays made travel-
Vol. xiv.— 29.
selves to be tortured by thirst, in order that the
little ones might suffer less. Poor Mrs. Simpson
was sick now, at times on the verge of the
delirium that precedes the last unconsciousness,
but bravely concealed her agony. This was the
critical situation on the night of January 25th,
when they met with an experience from which
the stoutest-hearted would shrink.
While driving in the bright moonlight they
came upon an appalling spectacle, where Death
had littered the weird plain with the skeletons
of many hapless victims of thirst. The bleached
bones lay scattered about the foot of a prickly-
pear cactus. Back in the shadow a solitary
coyote sat on his haunches crying to the moon
with the voice of a woman in anguish. The
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scoffing howl of this pariah sounded like the
wail of a horde of lost souls in the ears of the
nerve-shattered, frightened listeners.
What a sight for the sorely-tried mother and
children was that fearful midnight scene ! The
shock and horror of it cannot be described.
Even the tired horses understood and shied at
the ghastly sight.
"I could suppress my feelings no longer,"
said Mrs. Simpson, " but broke down before
encountered that would have blown the waggon
away had it not been drawn into a depression
beside a little knoll. This was the Moapoa's
farewell — like a snort of uncontrollable rage
over the loss of its victims. A gathering storm
in that region is scarcely to be equalled in
grandeur. Masses of low-hanging clouds like
capsized mountains come tumbling and sweep-
ing down, rent by lightning, rumbling with
thunder, and roaring with whirlwinds. Every-
I COULD SUPPRESS MY FEELINGS NO LONGER, BUT BROKE DOWN BEFORE MY CHILDREN.
my children. I felt that this meant the end for
us all, and as we hurried away from that
dreadful place we prayed that death might
come quickly in order that we might not have
to endure what we knew those poor men had.
We had no water left, and as all those poor
travellers had perished there I feared there was
no hope for us. Only God knows what was our
misery that night.
" We did not stop until late in the morning,
and then a kind Providence guided us to a
little pool of dirty water and our lives were
preserved. We lived on crumbs until next day,
when we reached Stump Spring and spent
almost our last pennies for bacon and bread."
At the California boundary line a storm was
thing that is loose must go before the hurricane's
mad rush over that great expanse. From late
afternoon until sunrise next day the emigrants
were huddled under their frail shelter, expecting
momentarily to be blown away in the hail of
pebbles that tore their canvas and blinded their
horses. Then the sky cleared as suddenly as
it had darkened.
Confronting them now was the Mojave, the
upper part of the Colorado Desert, the land of
marvellous mirages, and when this was entered
they were in California, the state they had come
so far and endured so much to reach. On the
Mojave the sand is like the drifted snow — white,
deep, and restless. Piled here in dunes to-day,
it is heaped far away to-morrow, for ever
WIDOW SIMPSON'S JOURNEY.
227
shifting, and to step upon it is to sink to the
ankles, which means travelling at a snail's pace.
An occasional yucca tree afforded inviting shade
and travel was more endurable than on the
Moapoa, which is saying little.
One day Mrs. Simpson was awakened from
an after-dinner nap by the children, who were
shouting for joy and pointed out a charming
sight. On the northern horizon, bright as an
emerald, appeared
the sea, its white
surges breaking on
the shore. Nearer
was a beautiful tur-
quoise lake, its
mirrored surface
rippled by the
breeze. Tall palms
waved lazily in the
wind and gently
dipped their grace-
ful fronds in the
water. On one side
were signs of a city,
dimmed by the
sheen of blue and
silver. Surely they
were now near the
Pacific Ocean they
h a d f o r months
longed to see!
Perhaps the city
was Los Angeles !
Hitching up the
team they hurried
on. In an hour
the lovely scene
vanished like a
shooting star. Look-
ing around bewil-
dered they saw a
long train of cars
upside down, creep-
ing along the
western sky-line. As
they, looked, even
these disappeared in
an instant ! This
was their first experience with the mystic mirages
that have never been explained. They had seen
the reflected sea over two hundred miles away :
the inverted train was real and right side up on
the tracks of the Santa Fe Railroad over a
hundred miles distant ! From that day forward
lakes were constantly seen coming and going ;
magic cities of splendour, but mere children of
the sun and air, sprang up ; rivers ran and giant
forests grew in seconds, only to depart as rapidly
and leave but the desolation of the desert.
THE WAGGON CAUGHT FIRE KKOM A CANDLE.
A few more days dragged on, and then
Daggett, one of the most picturesque of desert
towns, stood out clearly against the sunset. Its
reality could not be doubted, and it was hailed
with delight. This was in the evening of
February 5th. It was now believed the remainder
of the trip would be easily accomplished, but its
woes and dangers were far from past. That very
night the waggon caught fire from a candle, and
Mrs. Simpson and
her three girls, asleep
inside, would have
perished but for the
brave action of
Ella, the heroine of
the snowstorm.
With her own cloth-
i n g ablaze she
snatched her sisters
from the burning
bedding and pulled
her mother, who
had fainted, out of
harm's way. So
narrow was the
escape of the baby
that the flames
singed her curls.
Everything except
the bare waggon
was consumed be-
fore the boys, asleep
under a tree near
by, were awakened.
Not even a pair of
shoes escaped de-
struction.
The only course
now was to sell what
remained and go by
train, and this was
done next day in
Daggett, the horses
and waggon
ing barely
to buy tickets for
all to San Bernar-
dino, eighty miles
from Los Angeles. There they arrived, destitute,
cold, and hungry, at two o'clock in the morning
of February 7th. Knowing not which way to
turn, they appealed to an expressman who had
met the train, and he consented to haul them
away from the station.
An hour later Policeman Thomas Starke
found the six of them shivering under a
single blanket behind a hoarding, a soaking
rain beating down upon them. The officer,
attracted by the baby's cries, took pity on the
bring-
enough
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sufferers, made them as comfortable as he could,
and in the morning circulated a subscription
paper and raised a considerable relief fund. He
obtained a tent and installed the distressed
family under adequate shelter. Neighbours and
others who heard of the incident brought food,
the county of San Bernardino made an allow-
ance, and the rescue was complete.
In the little tent, among the oranges and
roses of the Southland, Mrs. Simpson and her
party ever known to have thus succumbed.
Not one could be identified. All had died
within a few days, perhaps three weeks before,
according to the evidence obtainable. Near by
is " Dead Man's Well," a red-alkali poison-hole,
whose water, while temporarily alleviating thirst,
brings certain and frightful death to those who
drink it. The conclusion was drawn, from die
position of the bodies, that this well tempted
half-a-dozen to their fate, which could, after all,
From a
WIDOW SIMl'SON S l'RESENT HOME IN SAN BERNARDINO.
{Photo.
children live to-day, content with their lot and
little the worse for their long exposure. Of the
man who deliberately inveigled them into the
deadly wastes of the desert little need be said.
The law's efforts to find him failed, and his
punishment must come in the hereafter.
Five days after the hideous midnight dis-
covery on the Moapoa a corps of Salt Lake
railroad surveyors chanced upon the gruesome
company of dead, thirty-five miles from Las
Vegas, Nev. There were thirty victims of
thirst and hunger and heat, supposedly railroad
labourers who had attempted to cross on
foot the eighty miles of awful waste that
stretches from Las Vegas to the California
line — but a few of the many who have met
the same fate there, though the largest
have been but merciful compared with that of
the others.
By the ghostly light of the desert moonlight
a small burial party dug a long, shallow trench
near Dead Man's Well and reverently laid away
together, as they had died together, the thirty
" unknowns." A bit of scantling stuck on a
low mound in the illimitable expanse of sand
marks the spot. Trains will soon be speeding
by on a track which is now being built at night
because the heat of the day is too intense, and
blossoms may yet grow above them, for the
marvellous touch of water under the national
irrigation movement is gradually transforming
the grim deserts into smiling gardens. Mean-
while the wonderful journey made by the brave
widow and her children will long be remem-
bered in the West.
What I Saw A[ KaHo.
ii.
In this interesting article Captain Foulkes, the author of "With the British to Sokoto,"*
describes his experiences in Kano, the " Manchester of the Soudan," and discourses on men
and things in that remarkable city, which, until occupied by the British troops a few months ago,
was practically a terra incognita to the white man.
HE streets of Kano are very narrow,
being often only eight or ten feet in
width, while the walls of the houses
on either side, surmounted with rude
wooden gutters projecting, gargoyle-
like, from the roof, rise to a height of fifteen or
twenty feet, and throw deep shadows across the
roadway, excepting at high noon. A typical
street scene is depicted on the next page.
In passing along one catches glimpses
through open doorways of muffled figures
squatting in dark recesses and facing each other
in conversation. Farther on, in an open court-
yard, a woman may be observed lying at full
length on a mat, face downwards, with her head
resting on the knees of a young girl, who is
engaged in plaiting her hair in neat ridges.
Probably nowhere does one see a stranger
gathering of people than in this town, or a more
wonderful variety of feature and dress, from the
almost naked Hausa slave to the dignified and
silent Tuareg and the gaudily-costumed Arab.
Every shady spot is occupied. In one place
a dark-skinned Hausa can be seen seated on
the ground cross-legged, working an elaborate
pattern with coloured threads on a native-made
gown ; in another, four blind women in a row
with their backs against a wall and their knees
* See our issues for July, 1903, and following months. — Ed.
drawn up under their chins, chanting in unison,
and rhythmically clashing little calabashes on
the ground to attract attention and alms.
Under a small tree among the houses we saw
half-a-dozen men employed in making sweets ; a
sticky yellow substance was being worked up in
long ropes, one end being attached to a hook
driven into the tree trunk, whilst the other was
drawn out, at a run, to a distance of about
twenty feet and then folded and refolded over
the hook, the operation being repeated again
and again. In the roadway near by little naked
girls were hawking about the finished article cut
up in short lengths, and arranged tidily on small
grass-woven trays.
But it is in the market-place proper of Kano
that is centred the life of the city, and here an
extraordinarily animated scene is presented to
the gaze.
Unfortunately, from a photographic point
of view, the slave market no longer exist-.
Formerly there were from five hundred i
thousand slaves on sale lure ever) day, among
whom were withered old men and women,
apathetic and unfit for further labour; plump
young women, tearful and rebellious; men in
the prime of life and of many races, scowling
and loaded with chains on their heads and feet ;
and little children laughing and playing together,
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as yet too young to realize their position.
Although this sight can no longer be witnessed,
there is no doubt that human merchandise still
changes hands privately in the city.
A noticeable feature in the Kano market is
that it is subdivided into distinct departments,
each devoted to some special kind of article.
In one corner all kinds
of basket-work are ex-
posed to view ; in another
bundles of firewood — an
expensive item in Kano
housekeeping — can be
observed stacked against
a wall ; and in a third
numbers of donkey pan-
niers, serviceable articles
made of raw hide stretched
over a framework of sticks,
are laid out in rows on the
ground.
In the meat market,
beef is cut up into thin
slices and placed on mats
and hurdles in the sun to
dry. Here, as may be
imagined, swarms of flies
hover round, and the
smell is anything but
agreeable. Tall bundles
of grass for horses, tied
tightly round with rope,
rows of sugar-canes, deep
baskets filled with grain,
mats, the finishing touches
to which are added on
the spot, and bridles and
saddlery can all be pur-
chased in fixed spots.
As we wandered round
the labyrinth of crowded
narrow alleys, threading
our way between the out-
stretched It-gs of venders
sprawling on the ground
with their wares spread
out before them, little
children laughingly scam-
pered away before us in
mock terror, whilst a
small crowd of people
followed behind, peering
over each other's shoulders
and audibly marvelling at
the things that seemed to
interest us.
A great deal of busi-
ness appears to be trans-
acted in the crowded
cattle market. Here camels from the desert
are put up for sale, and horses, cattle, donkeys,
and goats tended by Fulani herdsmen graze
peacefully, while all around there is a babel of
excited jabbering and shouting.
In ancient Hausa mythology Kano is
mentioned in connection with its weaving
[Photo.
THE WOOD MARKET — FIREWOOD IS AN EXPENSIVE COMMODITY IN THE GREAT CITY.
From a Photo.
WHAT I SAW AT KANO.
231
industry and its dye-pits, and at the present
day great quantities of native-made garments
are offered for sale by merchants in the market-
place. There are in addition rolls of cloth of
European manufacture that have been trans-
ported across the desert, but the quality is in-
different and the local product seems to be
preferred.
Connecting the special markets for the various
industries are rows upon rows of low stalls
consisting of sun-proof grass thatching supported
on short uprights.
Here every imaginable article that can be
required by the natives may be purchased,
In the Arab quarter one experiences a
subdued feeling of rest and security, for the
tumult and roar of the market are only dis-
tinguishable here as a distant murmur. Here
there are but few people in the streets ; but
Arab merchants, some with remarkably light
complexions, can be seen sitting on their
thresholds, conversing in low tones, a few being
arrayed in bright colours, and carrying huge
iron keys dangling from their girdles.
All goods are kept locked up indoors out of
sight, and on inquiring for "succa" (sugar) we
were conducted from house to house through a
number of intricate passages, until at length we
THE MEAT MARKET— THE MEAT IS CUT INTO THIN SLICES AND PLACED ON MATS TO DRY.
From a Photo.
including vegetables, onions, ground - nuts,
peppers, sweet potatoes, butter arranged in
calabashes in tiny pats, and kola-nuts ; salt,
which the venders ladle out with shells ; and
snuff, which is sold with little wooden or brass
spoons ; necklaces of coins, beads, or charms,
for female adornment, and pieces of red sealing-
wax to serve the same purpose in the hair and
nostrils ; stirrup-irons and bits ; leather sandals
and cushions dyed in various colours, or with
the surface cut into fanciful patterns; glazed
earthenware water-jars, and small open dishes of
the same material for use as lamps, burning shea
butter ; powdered antimony (employed for
colouring the eyelids of men and women alike),
and cheap round looking-glasses, framed in
leather.
Articles of greater value, such as the finer
kinds of clothing and ostrich feathers, and those
that are not in general demand, like scents and
sugar, can be purchased privately from the Arab
traders at their own dwellings.
found one man who did not put us off with
hopeful references to the arrival of the next
caravan.
Probably sugar (which is carried overland
from the Mediterranean ports) has not much
public sale in Kano, and it is imported as an
article of luxury for the use of a few wealthy
Hausas and for consumption by the resident
Arabs themselves.
It is sold in white crystalline cones, weighing
about three pounds, at a charge of five shillings
or more, according to one's capabilities in bar-
gaining. A very bitter substance which passes
for tea we also bought here.
After waiting a considerable time while our
host was presumably unlocking his treasure-
chamber, and raising on its rusty hinges the
unwieldy lid of some iron-bound chest, the tea
was finally produced, and with it a massive pair
of scales with a single circular weight. A
quantity of the tea was poured out and
scrupulously balanced against the weight ; the
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latter was then taken out of the scales, and the
tea was equally divided in the balance, and
again and again subdivided until the required
quantity, about half a pound, was left. For
this a sinful price was at first demanded, but
after the same process of argument that had
taken place previously had been gone through,
and when we at length rose with the pretended
object of departing, profusely apologizing for
the trouble we had caused, a bargain was struck
and two shillings and sixpence was handed over
—probably much to the merchant's satisfaction.
In reply to a request for permission to
examine the interior of his house, the Arab at
first hesitated and then refused, with the excuse
—a palpable and delightfully shameless lie —
that the real owner of the place was away on a
visit. Probably, if I had been accompanied
and properly introduced by one of the King's
headmen, I might have been allowed to enter.
It will probably be a surprise to many to
camp the sun was on the point of setting, and
smoke from the evening fires and the unhealthy
mists that rose from the stagnant pools combined
to form a dense, low-lying cloud that hung over
what is probably one of the most interesting
spots that the African traveller can visit at the
present day.
The population of Kano is very difficult to
estimate. The number of people who actually
reside in the town might be anything from
twenty to fifty thousand, but in addition
enormous numbers of native traders and slaves
— variously estimated at between sixty thousand
and two million — pass through in the course of
the year.
Kano's external trade is by no means its least
interesting feature. It is said that twelve
thousand camel-loads of European goods alone
are brought annually to the market from the
Mediterranean coast.
Huge caravans from Tripoli, Tunis, and
THE ARRIVAL OF A CARAVAN PROM TRIPOLI — IT OCCUPIED TWO YEARS ON THE JOURNEY.
From a Photo.
know that Kano has an educational system, but
this is so, and in returning towards the market
we passed a school of small boys seated in a
group in the roadway and singing in chorus from
what looked like a number of inventory boards
covered with Arabic characters. Their teacher,
a white-bearded Mallam, was leaning against a
doorway copying an ancient and bulky manu-
script volume which was lying at his feet, and
which he refused to sell, though the suggestion
seemed to amuse him greatly.
Beggars are common sights in Kano, but they
are invariably incapacitated by blindness, de-
formity, or disease. Occasionally we saw lepers
limping through the streets.
As we left the town on our return journey to
Fezzan make the overland journey across the
desert, carrying silk and cotton gowns, cloths,
scents, sugar, teas, coffee, and horse trappings, all
of which are delivered to resident Arab agents
for disposal to the best advantage. On the
return journey ostrich feathers, leather, and a
small quantity of ivory are taken back, and one
caravan from Kano that arrived recently at
Tripoli consisted of twelve hundred and twenty
camel-loads, which were valued at forty-one
thousand pounds.
In addition to the Mediterranean trade,
Asbinawa caravans from Air bring in numbers
of camels, sheep, and oxen, and immense
quantities of " potash " ; traders from the Gold
Coast hinterland arrive with kola-nuts, while
WHAT I SAW AT KANO.
ns
others from Bornu drive before them herds of
cattle. From the Niger Delta and from Lagos
European made fabrics, salt, and hardware are
imported. Kano exports cloths and gowns and
other articles to the Gold Coast, Timbuctoo, Air,
Lake Tchad, and Lagos, and, in fact, to the
whole of the Western Soudan.
Kano is also the head and centre of the
weaving industry, which gives employment to
thousands of persons throughout the province.
To collect Customs duties on all the numerous
caravans that daily arrive in and depart from
Kano severely tries the powers of the small
Revenue Department that has already been
established. A regular system of scouting has
been organized, and whenever news is brought
of the approach of a caravan word is sent out to
the latter to halt at some small village outside
the walls and to await the arrival of the Revenue
officer.
I was fortunate in obtaining a glimpse of the
procedure on the occasion of the arrival of an
Arab caravan from Tripoli, which had been
compelled to
spend two years
on the road,
owing to the in-
security of the
route traversed.
A long string of
animals was ap-
proaching the
appointed spot at
the moment of
our arrival. There
were fine camels
piled high with
canvas - covered
wooden chests, on
the top of which
Arab women
closely veiled were perched ; and oxen laden
with bales of cloth tightly wrapped in grass
matting, and driven along by masked Tuaregs,
with finger-nails dyed with indigo, and long,
double-edged swords hanging at their sides.
When a halt was called the camels were made
to kneel, and the women slipped down from
their seats and were hurried away out of sight.
Loads, after being lifted from the backs of
the oxen, were placed on the ground and
stripped open for examination, the contents
being checked by Sierra Leone clerks from the
bills of lading (written in Arabic on slips of
paper) which were sewn inside each package.
While this was going on in the blazing sun,
the camels rested meditatively in the most
uncomfortable-looking attitudes, and the oxen
relieved of their burdens strayed away to a short
distance to graze, whilst those of the Arabs who
were not engaged in the assessment of the duty
sat in the shade of some big cotton trees
chewing kola-nuts.
How far the overland trade of Kano will be
affected by the
construction of
the projected rail-
way in Northern
Nigeria it is im-
possible at present
to say ; but when
the whole country
has been opened
up it is unlikely
that the famous
city will ever enjoy
greater prosperity
than it does at
present, nor is it
possible for it to
become more pic-
turesque.
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A MASKED TUAREG KKOM THE DESEKT.
\Photo.
Vol. xiv. -30.
JCow the Bushrangers Game to jstuHa.
By Cyril Keightly.
An account of an exciting Christmastide. An Australian Goldfields Commissioner, who had
aroused the enmity of a band of bushrangers, was attacked at night in his house by the gang.
The author tells the story of the siege and the curious sequel thereto.
-
WJl*4s
HE incident which I am about to
relate occurred in Australia in the
old bushranging days and before
my eyes had opened upon the world,
but from the frequent accounts given
me by my parents I am thoroughly conversant
with all the details.*
My father was a Goldfields Commissioner, and
in his official capacity was much concerned in
the doings of a notorious gang of bushrangers,
headed by a kind of Antipodean Claude Duval
known as " Starlight." My father had, in fact,
lost gold at their hands, and had openly vowed,
sooner or later, to bring about their capture,
dead or alive. This item of news, reaching the
ears of the gang, naturally did not cause them
to be over friendly-disposed towards my father ;
they regarded him, in fact, with feelings of pro-
nounced animosity, as they considered he was
going quite beyond his official sphere. Thecaptain
of the gang, burning to get even, conceived the
brilliant notion of turning the tables on the
Commissioner, and hunting the hunter. He
waited, however, for a suitable opportunity, not
wishing to undertake the job unless the reward
was commensurate with the risk, for Starlight
was nothing if not commercial. Well, an oppor-
tunity— or what he judged to be one — came at
last.
My father and mother, at this period, were
living in a fine, roomy old house near Nulla
Mountain, a very isolated locality a few hours'
ride from Bathurst. With them was an aged
female servant and a German, a friend of the
family. The latter was a man who had seen a
great deal of fighting in his life, having been a
rebel, or an anarchist, or something exciting, in
his own country. He was a good companion to
have at hand in an emergency, being absolutely
without fear and a man of considerable resource.
My father also was a man of courage and deter-
mination— a fact that was pretty generally known
through the district. My mother was young,
and a kind of reigning beauty in the locality.
One moonlight night, just before Christmas,
the household was aroused about ten o'clock by
the furious barking of the many dogs which my
father kept about the place. It was clear that
*It may be interesting to note that Rolfe Boldiewood, the well-
known Australian writer, ha* utilized this story in a somewhat
different form in his novel " Robbery Under Arms." This is the
first time, however, that it has ever been told, so to speak, " from
the inside."— The Author.
danger of an unusual character was imminent.
The Commissioner, knowing what the senti-
ments of the Starlight gang concerning himself
were, was ever on the alert, and well supplied
with rifles. He had purposely surrounded his
house with a variety of watch-dogs, in case the
bushrangers attempted a night attack.
Immediately upon the alarm being given by
the four-footed sentinels my father, with the aid
of the others, set rapidly to work to prepare for
a siege. The house, as luck would have it,
stood by itself, there being no other buildings
of any sort anywhere near. This point was dis-
tinctly in favour of the besieged, as the attack-
ing party would find it difficult to get to close
quarters with the garrison without exposing
themselves. The nearest point of shelter was
a large barrel, which stood on end near the
front of the house, and which was destined later
on to be the scene of the most tragic incident
of the attack.
Soon all the doors and windows on the
ground floor were securely fastened, and the
occupants ascended to the top of the building,
taking rifles and ammunition with them. In
reply to an inquiry of my father's, his German
friend — who, by the way, was a doctor of
medicine, whom we will call Schiller — assured
him that there was sufficient ammunition to
withstand a lengthy siege. It was agreed that
my father, being a good shot, should do the
firing, while the doctor loaded. This would
enable them to maintain a pretty rapid fire,
which would be necessary in order to keep the
attackers at bay. Later, when the attackers
contrived almost to surround the house, my
mother, herself no mean shot, also took a rifle ;
so that by moving about quickly the garrison were
able to reply to firing from different directions.
All these preparations were the work of but a
few minutes, and then the house-party opened
the attack by firing into the scrub some distance
away. Instantly half-a-dozen rifles replied ; it
was clear that the bushrangers were, indeed,
about to attack the house ! The firing on both
sides soon became pretty hot. Tongues of
flame shot out of the darkness, and the whistle
and pit-pat of bullets could be heard as they
either struck the building or passed harmlessly
over it. Presently, however, the shooting of the
attackers became truer, and bullets came smash-
ing through the windows, shattering objects in
HOW THE BUSHRANGERS CAME TO NULLA.
-35
the room. A little extra care in taking cover
therefore became necessary.
This more or less ineffectual bombardment
continued for about an hour, but still there
appeared to be no falling off in the determina-
tion of the attacking party. On the contrary,
they seemed bent on surrounding the house.
" He means business, does Starlight," whis-
pered my father, grimly, as the firing of the
bushrangers became more spirited. Hardly
had the words escaped him than a slight scream
from my mother drew all eyes towards her. All
the lights had long since been extinguished, but
the moon shone brilliantly into the room and
lit up the strange scene. " Are you hit?"
The shooting v. v at mu<
quarters, Starlight's the
vigilance of the garrison, having SU 1 in
ping closer in. At this juncture mj father
hit upon a subterfuge by which to induce the
desperadoes to expose themselves. A dummy
figure was hurriedly made and i . in the
Commissioner's coat and hat. This
taken downstairs by my mother -who, fortu-
nately, was only slightly wounded — and the
servant, and placed near the front door, which
was partly opened. This ruse succeeded only
too well. Scarcely had it been placed in position
when one of the gang made a sudden dash from
cover- and took up a position behind the barrel.
'ARE VOL' HIT?' ASKED MY KATHEK, ANXIOUSLY.
asked my father, anxiously. " It is nothing !
responded my mother, faintly, but a thin streak
of blood could be seen coursing its way down
her pale face. At once the old servant was at
her side, but my . mother resolutely waved her
away and, gripping her rifle tighter th in
ever, crouched down and continued firing
steadily.
Meanwhile my father, from his post at a win
above, took careful aim at th
not long to wait. Soon the man behind the
cask emerged a short distance from his
place, aiming with his rifle at the I.
door. Lang went hi- >n, and bang •
my father's. The figure at the do
motionless, but th rolled
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over with a groan, never to rise again. This
groan of the dying bushranger could be dis-
tinctly heard echoed by his comrades in hiding.
A thirst for vengeance was inflamed in their
breasts, and their firing redoubled in vigour.
Meanwhile, the dummy having served its
purpose, the door of the house was shut and
fastened again.
" All who advance to take that man's place
shall meet with the same fate," remarked my
father, under his breath.
At that moment, however, a terrible discovery
was made in the little citadel. With a pallid
calmly, " if that is so we are lost." After a pause
he continued, " But we will fight to the bitter
end ! " He then proceeded to use the cart-
ridges that remained, aiming and firing with the
utmost coolness.
But the end was not far off, and soon the
dreaded moment arrived — the last cartridge was
spent ! The little party gathered in a group on
the first landing, awaiting the coming of their
fate. It was a terrible moment, fraught with
dread and suspense, but no one showed the
white feather.
They had not long to wait. The slackening
HE WALKED IiOLDLY DOWNSTAIRS.
face the doctor came to my father. "Our
ammunition is nearly gone!" he whispered.
" I made a mistake. I thought there was more."
As if in response to this appalling news the
firing outside sounded much closer and more
furious. There was also the suspicion of a cheer,
as the replies from inside the house appreciably
slackened.
:< Well, my friend," observed my father,
of the defenders' fire told its own tale to the
bushrangers, and presently, with a cheer, they
rushed towards the house. The front door was
burst open with a tree-trunk, used as a battering-
ram, and then a dead silence ensued. The
party downstairs hesitated, apparently suspecting
some subterfuge. At this moment my father
took the initiative, and laying down his rifle he
walked boldly downstairs into the midst of the
HOW THE BUSHRANOERS CAME TO NTI.IA
237
gang. The rest of the tiny garrison followed
him.
" Well, Starlight,'' he said, addressing the
leader, "we've had a fair fight and you've won.
What's your next move ? "
The Commissioner knew his man ; his cool
assurance was just the thing to commend itself
to Starlight. Probably my father's sang froid at
that moment saved an ugly situation.
There were about half-a-dozen men in the
gang, most of them known to my father. One
of their number, a particularly lawless and
savage scoundrel, was furious about the loss of
his comrade behind the barrel. Nothing but
blood, he insisted, could level the account.
For a long time this ruffian threatened to cause
trouble, but at last he quieted down and
Starlight and my father arranged terms. The
Commissioner was to give the bushrangers five
hundred pounds, to be divided between them,
if they would allow the doctor and Mrs. Keightly
to ride over to Bat hurst to fetch it, the rest
remaining as
hostages at the
house. This ar-
rangement was
duly carried out,
the meeting-
place being at
a certain hour
at a lonely
spot called
the "Black
Stump," a few
miles from
Bathurst.
Thus ended
for a time a
particularly un-
pleasant experi-
ence. It ap-
peared that a
rumour had
reached the ears
of the gang that
several thou-
sandsof pounds'
worth of gold
was lodged at
my father's
house awaiting an escort. Hence the attack.
The report, however, much to their chagrin,
proved to be without foundation.
Now for the curious sequel of the story.
Many years after, when my mother had gone on
the stage and become a leading actress, she had
a play written for her in which was embodied a
faithful reproduction of the experience I have
just narrated. All the members of the gang
who took part in the attack were represented in
the mimic production. By this time Starlight
and all his band, with one exception, had passed
over to the great majority. The one remaining
member was a fellow named Vane. At a place
called Orange, where my mother's play was then
being performed, this ex - bushranger Vane
happened to be in the house, and had the novel
experience of witnessing a realistic representa-
tion of the tragic incident in which so many
years before he himself played no small part,
and in which he himself was represented. His
presence came to the knowledge of my mother,
and she sent a
messenger to
him, asking
him to come
round behind
the scenes and
have a chat with
her. By some
m cans, how-
ever, the facts
had become
known to the
audience gener-
ally, and find-
ing himself the
object of so
much attention
the erstwhile
desperado grew
uneasy and beat
a hasty retreat.
When the mes-
senger arrived,
therefore, he
was not to be
found, anil my
mother and he
never metagain.
"THE ERSTWHILE DESPERAPO GREW UNEASY AND HEAT A HASTY RETREAT.
A Gold - Fish Farm.
By A. L. Porter.
Failing to make his farm pay in the ordinary way, an enterprising American abandoned
agriculture and turned his fields into a series of ponds, where he now breeds gold-fish on an
immense scale, drawing a handsome income from his novel industry.
T is curious to think that a hand-
some living can be made out of
such seemingly insignificant things
as gold-fish, but such is the fact.
There is a steady demand for these
pretty little creatures, both for use and for
ornament. They make an attractive lure for
bigger fish, and hence are sought for and bought
by anglers wherever such bait is needed. They
are likewise purchased for the vast numbers of
aquariums, private and public, which exist in
every city and town. There are cheap gold-fish
and costly gold-fish, some very common and
others quite as rare. The demand at times
exceeds the supply, and he who goes in for
gold-fish breeding on scientific lines is reason-
ably sure to turn a pretty profit.
The gold-fish farm at Waldron, Indiana, is one
of the- largest, if not the largest, in the world,
and possesses an interesting history. Why such
places are called " farms " I am unable to say.
In regard to the Waldron "farm," however,
there is some reason for the use of the word, for
the now handsome property, cut up into sym-
metrical sheets of water, was once a genuine
farm, on which Mr. William Shoup raised
vegetables and other things for market. The
business was a failure, and gold-fish accordingly
took the place of turnips and potatoes.
That was some years ago, and it is said that
the fortunate owner now clears about five
thousand pounds each year out of gold-fish.
The little fish-ponds which are seen in the
photograph below are literally crammed with
over a hundred and fifty thousand gold-fish,
each of which, it is hardly too much to say,
is watched over with tender solicitude from
the day of its birth till the day of shipment.
Soon after they are hatched in a special
breeding pond the fish begin to exist on
From a]
A GENERAL VIEW OF THE GCLD-FISH FARM.
[Photo.
A GOLD-FISH FARM.
239
the eggs found upon the grass and hay lying
near the edge of the pond. Shortly afterwards
,.the pond is drained and all the fish are caught
in screens situated in the sluice-ways, prepara-
tory to their being separated according to size
and placed in different ponds. As they increase
in size they go through a series of ponds until
they are three or four months old and about two
inches in length, after which they enter the
largest pond of all, where they are allowed to
"ripen " in size and colour until sent to market.
During their life of three or four years upon
the farm the gold-fish have literally to fight for
their lives — not only against predatory birds, but
Until the birds have begun their nightly rest the
gold-fish farmer keeps a vigilant eye upon these
robbers of the air, and throughout the day the
continual cracking of guns tells that some
audacious attack is being repelled.
The breeding ponds number forty-five, and
cover an area of about twenty-five acres on the
side of a gently sloping hill. The ground is
arranged in terraces, certain ponds being situated
in each terrace and connected with each other
by small canals. They are protected from the
weather by banks and trees, water-lilies being
planted along the edge for the fish to lie under
when the sun is strong. The fish are fed mostly
ON THIS FARM THE GUN IS USED INSTEAD OF THE HOE, FOR MKDS DESTROY THOUSANDS
From a Plioto.
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against their own species. Thousands are lost
every year through the cannibal habits of their
brothers and sisters, and snipe, kingfishers, and
other fish-loving birds continually hover over
the ponds awaiting an opportunity to sweep
down and secure a dainty dinner. Rats, too,
make an easy haul from the sides of the ponds,
and for these traps have to be set. Millions of
eggs, moreover, are eaten by turtles and older
fish, and the little ones are often stung to death
by beetles and water-wasps. The birds, how-
ever, are the principal thieves, and on them
special watch is kept. Applicants for a job
upon the farm are asked, not if they can wield a
hoe, but if they can use a shot-gun, and each
man engaged upon the farm is a first-class shot.
on breadcrumbs. Stale bread is bought in
huge quantities by the proprietor and toasted
and crushed into crumbs, which, when feeding-
time arrives, are taken to the ponds in baskets
and there thrown into the water. It is said that
the large fish know as well as do the animals at
the Zoo when dinner-time has arrived, and tin-
approach of the men with their baskets is the
signal for a general swirl of water, in which
innumerable fish show the impatience of a never-
ending hunger.
Mr. Shoup obtains his specimens from all
parts of the world, and ships his product in like
directions. His earliest specimens came from
China and Japan, where the gold-fish has been
known for centuries, and whence they were
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GETTING A CONSIGN MEN! KEADY FOR SHIPMENT.
{Photo.
brought to the West. People have always
been fond of these beautiful golden-coloured,
large-eyed fishes, and some are so rare that
they fetch forty or fifty pounds apiece. They
live anywhere and can stand all sorts of
weather, though they require plenty of sunlight
to produce the rich golden tint of their scales.
If, however, they get too much sun they
become dark and their value decreases.
When ready for market the fish are taken out
of the ponds in nets and carried to a sorting-
house, where they are put in ventilated tins
for transmission by train to places at home
and abroad. The above picture shows a
scene on the day of shipment. Against the
iron shed near by rest several guns, ready
to be snatched up at a moment's notice in
case a flock of hungry birds appears.
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From a I
A DIG SUl'l'LY OKF TO MAKKF.T.
I Photo.
A PRINCESS'S LOVE STORY.
By Beatrice Grimshaw.
A charming real-life romance from the South Seas. How the bold young sea-captain wooed the native
Princess and, after many adventures, carried her off and married her in spite of formidable obstacles.
ARATONGA is just a little speck on
the map of the wide Pacific — a mere
grain of sand in a great blue plain.
Yet it is twenty miles in circumfer-
ence, and its high, craggy mountains
can be seen from far away at sea. It is a
singularly lovely island even for that Paradise of
beauty, the South Pacific. The graceful palm
trees on the shore, the foam of the fringing reef,
the dazzling green of the lagoon within the
burning blue of the open sea, the rich violet and
emerald of the lofty peaks above, make up a
picture of unsurpassed loveliness. A beauteous
land, of almost incredible peace and plenty, is
Raratonga, chief of the Cook Islands, where
my story had its beginning many years ago.
In 1874 the Cook Islands, which now belong
to England, were an independent group,
governed by their own chiefs, or Arikis. These
Arikis — of whom a few survive to the present
day — had much more power in those days than
they are now allowed to exercise. They could
order the execution of any subject for any cause ;
they could make war and end it ; and no ship
dared to call at the islands without their per-
mission. They owned, as they still own, all the
land, and their wealth of various kinds made
them, in the eyes of the natives, millionaires as
well as Sovereigns.
" Women's rights " were ,
a novelty to England
thirty years ago, but in
the Cook Islands they
were fully recognised even
at that remote period.
The most powerful of the
Arikis was Makea — then
a girl, now an elderly
woman, but always
every inch a Queen, and
always keeping a firm
hand on the sceptre of
Raratonga. Any Cook
Islands postage-stamp will
show Makea as she was
some ten years ago. In
1874 Makea and her con-
sort, Ngamaru, were mak-
ing plans for the marrying
of Tinomana, a young
Raratongan Princess
closely related to Makea.
Tinomana would shortly
become an Ariki, or
Vol. xiv— 31.
Queen, herself, and her matrimonial affairs were,
in consequence, of considerable importance.
What the plans of Raratonga's rulers
for Tinomana may have been matters little.
Tinomana was pretty, with splendid long
black hair, large soft brown eyes, an ex-
cellent profile, and a complexion little darker
than a Spaniard's. She was also self-willed,
and she could keep a secret as close as wax
when she so desired. Tinomana had a secret
at that time, and it concerned no South Sea
Islander, but a certain good-looking young
Anglo-American named John Salmon (grandson
of a Ramsgate sea-captain, Thomas Dunnett),
who had lately landed at Raratonga from the
trading schooner Venus, and had been enjoying
a good deal of the pretty Princess's society,
unknown - to the gossips of the island. It
was a case of love at first sight ; for the
two had not been more than a few days
acquainted when they came privately to James
Chalmers, the famous missionary, then resident
in Raratonga, and begged for a secret marriage.
James Chalmers refused promptly to have
anything to do with the matter, and furthermore
told Tinomana that he would never marry her
to any white man, no matter who it might be.
In his opinion such a marriage would be certain
JAMES CHALMERS REFUSED I'KO.MfTLY TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE MATTEF
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From a Photo.
to cause endless trouble with the other Arikis—
apart from the fact that Queen Makea was
against it. So the lovers went away disconso-
late. Raratonga was keeping holiday at the
time, because a great war-canoe was to be
launched immediately, and a dance and feast
were in preparation.
But Tinomana and
her lover were out of
tune with the festivi-
ties, and no woman
in the island prepared
her stephanotis and
hibiscus garlands for
the feast, or plaited
baskets of green palm
leaves to carry con-
tributions of baked
sucking-pig and pine-
apples, with as heavy
a heart as the little
Princess.
On the day of the
feast an idea came to
Salmon. There were
two schooners lying in Avarua harbour. One, the
Coronet, had for captain a man named Rose, who
was as much opposed to Salmon's marriage as
Chalmers himself. The Humboldt schooner, on
the other hand, had a friend of Salmon's in
command. From him some help might be
expected. Salmon
visited him secretly,
found that he was
willing to assist,
and arranged for an
elopement that very
night. Tinomana
was willing; nobody
suspected ; and the
feast would furnish
a capital oppor-
tunity.
There was no
moon that evening,
happily for the
lovers, for the small-
est sign would have
awaked the \ sus-
picions of the
watching Coronet.
When the feast had
begun, and all
Raratonga was
making merry with
pig and baked ban-
ana, raw fish and
pineapple beer,
Tinomana con-
FKESF.NT-OAY PORTRAITS OF QUEEN TINOMANA AND HER ANGLO-AMERICAN
CONSORT,
From a Photo. From a Photo.
trived to slip away and get back to her
house. Womanlike, she would not go with-
out her " things " ; and she took so long
collecting and packing her treasures — her
silk and muslin dresses, her feather crowns, her
fans and bits of cherished European finery from
far-away Auckland —
that the suspicions of
a prying girl were
aroused. Out she
came, accompanied
by two others — all
handmaidens to
Tinomana — and
charged the Princess
with an intention to
elope. Tinomana
acknowledged the
truth, and ordered
the girls to hold their
tongues, offering them
liberal rewards. This
was not enough, how-
ever ; the three girls
demanded that Tino-
mana, in addition to buying their silence, should
shield them from the possible wrath of the great
Makea by taking them with her. She was
forced to consent ; and so, when the impatient
lover, lurking in the darkness near the harbour,
saw his lady coming at last, she came with three
attendants, and al-
most enough lug-
gage to rival Marie
Antoinette's en-
cumbered flight to
Varennes.
Eventually, how-
ever, the party put
off in a canoe, the
girls lying flat in
the bottom, with
Tinomana crouch-
ing beside them
and Salmon hold-
ing a lighted torch,
which he waved in
the air. For the
boat had to pass
close by the Coro-
net, and Captain
Rose, somehow or
other, had become
suspicious, and
young Salmon knew
he would think no-
thing of stopping
any boat that could
not give an account
A PRINCESS'S LOVE STORY.
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of itself. So Salmon took the torch to look like
a fishing-boat going out with spears and torches
to the reef, and, paddling with one hand while
he held the light aloft with the other, he passed
the Coronet safely, knowing well that his face
would be unrecognisable at a distance of fifty
yards or so in the wavering light of the flame.
moment to be impossible. They knew that the
Humboldt had probably made for Mangaia;
but the breeze had died away, and the Coronet^
her sails flapping idly against her rakish masts,
lay helpless in harbour. Some brilliant spirit,
however, proposed that the schooner should be
towed out, in the hope of catching a breeze
beyond the r<
and half-a-dozen
great whaleboats,
manned by power
ful arms, win
harnessed to the
Coronet's bows.
Out she can,'
through the open
ing in the foam-
ing coral reef,
with screaming
and splashing
tugging at
into the
!"HE COKONET SAFELV.
Beyond the reef lay the Humboldt waiting.
Tinomana and her maids and her luggage were
swung up the side with small ceremony; Salmon
hurried after, and a small but welcome breeze
enabled the schooner to slip out to sea un-
noticed in the dark. She made for Mangaia,
another of the Cook Islands, some hundred and
fifty miles away, and reached it in a couple of
days. But the Humboldt had hardly made the
land when the dreaded Coronet appeared on the
horizon, carrying every stitch of sail, and with
her decks, her " Jacob's-ladder," and her very
yard-arms crowded by furious Raratongans.
The fugitives were caught !
At first they had not been missed. The
islanders were feasting and drinking, the Arikis
were unsuspicious, and the Coronet had seen
only a fishing- canoe with a solitary man on
board gliding out to the reef. But with the
morning light came the knowledge that Tino-
mana was absent from her palace, that Salmon
had not come home, and that the Humboldt
was gone. Raratonga was enraged, and all the
more so because pursuit appeared for the
and
oars,
blue, open sea,
and beyond the
shelter of the
peaky, purple
hills. The breeze
was met at last.
the boats cast off
and d r o p p e d
astern, and the
Coronet, carrying
half Raratonga
on board, set sail
for Mangaia.
the Humboldt the
of armed men, and
Once within range of
Coronet lowered a boatful
the latter made for the schooner lying-to under
the shelter of the Mangaian hills. Captain
Harris, of the Humboldt, however, ordered his
crew to shoot down the first man who attempted
to board, and the attacking boat thought better
of it. Beaten by force they tried diplomacy, in
which they were more successful. They told
Captain Harris that all his cargo of valuable
cotton, lying on the wharf at Raratonga ready
for shipment, would be destroyed unless he gave
the Princess back. This meant absolute ruin,
and the captain had to submit. Salmon told
Tinomana that it was best to give in for
the present, as they were caught ; but that
the parting would be only for a time. And
back to Raratonga went the disconsolate
Princess, bereft of her lover and her stolen
wedding, and with the anticipation of a good
scolding to come from the indignant Arikis.
For some months after this disaster Salmon
wandered about from island to island, living
now in Raiatea, now in Flint Island, now in
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Mauke— always restless and always
impatient. At last he judged the
time had come to make a second
attempt, and tried to obtain a
passage to Raratonga. Schooner
after schooner refused to take him,
but finally a little vessel called the
Atalanta braved the wrath of the
Arikis and brought him back.
During his absence time had
worked in his favour, and the
opposition to the marriage was
now much less. The Arikis
received him coolly and fined him
twenty pounds' worth of needles,
thread, and tobacco for his late
excursion, but they no longer
refused to let him see Tinomana.
The missionary, however, still
obj .cted to the marriage, and as
he was the only clergyman avail-
able for the ceremony it seemed
as if things, on the whole, were
" getting no forrader."
At this juncture the great
Makea stepped in, and with the
charming variability common to
her sex took the part of the lovers
against all Raratonga as strongly
as she had before opposed their
union. She was not then in Rara-
tonga, but in another of the Cook
Islands, Atiu. From thence she
sent the schooner Venus to Rara-
tonga, ordering the captain to
fetch Tinomana and Salmon to
Atiu, where the local missionary would marry
them, or Makea would know the reason why.
Raratonga — obstinate Raratonga! — still re-
fused to give its Princess to a foreign adventurer,
though it trembled at the thought of defying the
Elizabethan Makea. A band of warriors came
down to the harbour to see that Salmon did not
get on board the ship. As for Tinomana, they
did not dare to oppose her departure, when the
head of the house had actually summoned her.
But the Princess had no notion whatever of
going alone. Salmon was smuggled on board
in the dusk and hidden under a bunk. A pile
of mats and native " pareos," or kilts, was
placed over him, and there, in the heat of the
tropic night, he lay and sweltered, while the
Venus swung to her cable and the warriors
hunted the ship and found nothing. When
they went off, baffled, the schooner put to
sea. A Raratongan vessel, still suspicious,
chased her to Atiu, but Makea informed the
pursuing crew that it would be bad for their
SALMON' WAS HIDDEN UNDER A BUNK.
health to land on her property unasked ; and, as
this great Pacific Queen had, and has, the
reputation of being able to kill by a mere act of
will, at any distance, the Raratongans did not
dare to set foot on shore. This time it was they
who went home disconsolate.
And so the young couple were married "and
lived happily ever after." Tinomana and her
consort now reside at Arvranga, Raratonga, in a
long, low house, set among frangipani trees
and oranges, and covered with flowering tropical
creepers. They have a fine big "palace"
opposite, but do not often occupy it. Tinomana's
five children are dead ; she herself is growing
old, but the memory of her long-past days of
adventure and romance is still with her.
Her life glides quietly and dreamily by, within
sound of the humming ocean surf, under the
shadow of the purple Raratongan hills. She
has had her day, and there remain the quiet
sunset and the softened twilight before the time
of dark.
" Lone Star."*
THE ADVENTURES OF A FAMOUS SCO! I
By T. R. Porter.
Being episodes from the career of Mr. Fred M. Hans, a famous American army scout and Indian
fighter, who alone and single-handed accomplished all but incredible feats. In the subjoined narrative
the author describes how " Lone Star " was sent to break up the bands of outlaws infesting the
Black Hills of Dakota, and how he carried out his hazardous mission.
I. — HOW "LONE STAR" CLEARED THE HILLS.
URING the
few months
immedi-
ately suc-
ceeding the
of gold in
discovery
large quantities in the
famous Black Hills of
Dakota, and the
ceding of that range
of mountains to the
United States Govern-
ment by the leading
chiefs of the Sioux
Indian tribes, there
flocked into the dis-
trict gold-hunters from
every country under
the sun. From California, Australia,
Africa, Mexico, and South America
experienced miners, searching
for the yellow metal which
had eluded them in other
diggings; European coun-
tries sent their quota of emi-
grants to the new Golconda ;
and American cities sent some
of every class to swell the mining
camps which were springing up
in every gulch and canyon of
the " Hills."
Among these people, gathered
from the four corners of the
earth and thrown together in a
wild, mountain region three hun-
dred miles from the railroad,
were some of the worst charac-
ters known in what was literally
at that time the "wild and
woolly " West. There were
gamblers, thieves, murderers,
" road - agents," desperadoes
badly " wanted " in other parts
HEAD-CJUARTERS, ARMY OF THE UNITED
STATES.
Washington, D.C.,
December 1 6, 1 886.
To Whom It May Concern.
I have known Mr. Fred M. Hans (" Lone
Star") for about ten years. He was a scout and
guide on the plains serving with the troops opera-
ting against hostile Indians from 1876 to 1881.
From personal knowledge and from reports of
officers with whom he operated I take pleasure in
recommending him for the gallant service he has
rendered the army. For faithfulness^ daring, en-
durance, and good judgment he is the superior of
any scout and guide I have ever known.
(Signed) P. II. Sheridan,
Lieutenant-General.
LIEUTENANT-GENERAL SHEK1DAN S TESTIMONIAL TO LONE STAR.
* Mr. Hans, the " Lone Star" of this series, is a comparatively
young man, being only forty-three years of age. He is well educated,
a teetotaler and non-smoker, and looks altogether different from
the usual type of frontiersman. He speaks half-a-dozen Indian
languages fluently, and early in his career the Sioux gave him the
name of " We-Chach-Pe-Wan-Ge-La " (" Lone Star "), owing to his
custom of scouting alone. Mr. Hans is now a special officer of the
North-Western Railroad of America, and has charge of the gold
shipments from the Black Hills. — The Author.
of the country, and the
nondescript flotsam and
jetsam of mining camps
and frontier towns. The
Indian wars had been
in progress for a number
of years and the red
men were even at that
time on the war-path.
General Custer and his
entire command had
been massacred by the
fierce Sioux and Che-
yennes under Sitting
Bull, Rain-in-the-Face,
and Gall, some dis-
tance to the north-west
of the Black Hills, and
South bands of roving Indians ready to fight or to run
came were frequently met with. Far more dangerous
than the roving Indians, how-
ever, were the organized bands
of outlaws or road-agents, who,
from their rendezvous in in-
accessible mountain caves or
canyons, swooped down on
parties of placer-miners, mur-
dered the men, and secured
their gold ; or ambushed a
freight "train" of supplies, kill-
ing the drivers, and taking what
provisions they wanted. Or
they would hold-up the overland
stage-coach, rob the express and
mail-sacks, frequently shoot the
passengers, and be miles away
before the news reached the
settlements.
So busy were the gold-hunters
seeking their fortunes that little
attention was paid to the many
murders and robberies com-
mitted by the road-agents. In
whose unenviable reputation for
soon spread round the world,
FRED M. HANS (" LONE STAR"),
THE FAMOUS SCOUT.
From a Photo, by Rinehart.
Dead wood,
" toughness
every other building was a saloon and gambling
den, and there were more people on the streets
at midnight than at noon. The placer-miners
worked during the day and spent their money
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"LONE STAR."
GENERAL CROOK, OF THE UNITED
STATES ARMY, WHO INSTRUCTED
" LONE STAR" TO HUNT DOWN THE
OUTLAWS OF THE BLACK HILLS.
lavishly by night.
Officers of the law
there were, but it was
said they were too
busy gambling to
attempt to enforce
any of the laws.
Pistol duels were of
frequent occurrence,
and the survivor was
supposed to have
been attending to his
own affairs when the
match came off.
In the midst of all
this activity of work
and crime there one
day rode into Dead-
wood a young man
scarcely more than twenty years old. He was
travelling alone — a rare thing in that wild
country — and he carried no Winchester rifle,
which was also strange. However, he did
not lack for arms, for the white handles of two
large Colt revolvers protruded from their holsters.
In a secret pocket this solitary horseman carried
instructions from the famous Indian fighter,
General Crook — who was in command of the
United States troops in that district — bidding
him hunt down the outlaws and road-agents of
the Black Hills — truly a formidable task.
The young man was the famous Indian scout
and guide, " Lone Star." He had been sent
single-handed, at his own request, to eradicate
the road-agents. A numerous party, he knew,
would never discover the outlaws, who would,
on its approach, simply retreat farther into the
mountains until the danger was past. One man,
however, they would not suspect. It was a des-
perate mission, but General Crook knew his man.
Scarcely a week elapsed after " Lone Star's "
Fiom a
I. (iNK STAR IN HIS SCOUTING COSTUME
From a]
THE CITY OF DEADWOOD AS IT IS TO-DAY.
[Photo.
"LONE STAR."
247
arrival in Deadvvood before news of an outrage
was brought in. Two " freighters " had been
waylaid and murdered. A portion of their
freight and all the horses had been stolen, and
that part of the supplies which could not be
removed had been wantonly scattered along
the trail. Since the scalps of the dead men had
not been touched, it was evident that the work
was done by white men.
Quietly securing his horse, the youthful
bandit-hunter left for the scene of the outrage.
It was his purpose to track the perpetrators to
their mountain lair, and then hasten to the
nearest mining camp, secure the assistance of a
party of miners, and return and capture the
outlaws.
Along the well-defined Che-
yenne stage-road " Lone Star "
galloped his wiry prairie pony.
By the following day at noon
he had covered ninety miles
and arrived at the scene of
the murder.
The trail left by the freigh-
ters' horses, which the road-
agents had stolen, was easily
discernible and as easily
followed. Right into the
heart of the mountains it
plunged, and " Lone Star
followed immediately, although
he had travelled far during
the past two days.
Through canyons whose
sides were perpendicular
for thousands of feet,
along ledges where a mis-
step meant death on the
rocks hundreds of feet
below, and along the beds
of turbulent mountain
streams went the trail, and
the tireless scout followed.
Through fifteen miles
of this kind of country
"Lone Star" pushed
forward, telling himself
that by the following day at noon he would
probably overtake the robbers, and after ascer-
taining their hiding-place would go to Deadwood,
secure a posse, and return and capture the band.
Shortly before sundown the canyon through
which he had been travelling widened into a
narrow valley, and " Lone Star " decided to go
into camp for the night. Just as this decision
was made and before he had an opportunity to
dismount, without warning came the sudden
shouted command : —
" Halt ! "
The scout had ridden right into the gang for
whom he was searching ! Within a few yards,
previously sheltered from his view by a turn in
the valley, was the mouth of a large cave, and
standing just within the entrance were half-a-
dozen villainous-looking men. The command
to halt had been given by the leader of this band.
"Lone Star" realized his deadly danger
-. immediately, but the man in whom General
Crook placed so much confidence was not
one to lose his nerve or to be daunted by
any position in which he was placed.
However, he halted, and on being commanded
to dismount did so, pretending at the same
time to consider the affair as a joke.
C*»i*< ^epf.f<.
THE SCOUT HAD RIDDEN RIGHT INTO THE GANG FOR WHOM HE WAS S
ING.
"Say, do you fellows think I'm an Indian?"
he cried, laughingly, "or do I look dangerous?
I won't hurt any of you, but I should like to
camp on this creek to-night, if you don't obj<
"I guess you can come in b the night
and stay with us if you want to," answered one
of the robbers, after a moment's talk with his
comrades. " We are freighters who have
camped here for the winter season," he added.
"Lone Star" saw the futility of fighting
against such odds, and determined to appear
as friendly as possible while waiting an oppor-
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tunity to escape. He explained to the bandits
that he was a gold-hunter, and had stumbled
upon their cave by accident. He said that he
had sold his claim in the Black Hills for two
thousand dollars, but would not get his money
until the following week, after which he intended
going to Cheyenne. His horse being very tired,
he had decided, he said, to rest in the moun-
tains for a few days, when he would return to
the Hills, get his cash for the mine, and start for
Cheyenne.
Upon hearing this one of the robbers invited
him to remain with them for a few days and to
stay all night with them, as he was en route to
Cheyenne, when one of their number, who was
compelled to make the same trip, would accom-
pany him. " Lone Star " knew by this that the
outlaws would permit him to depart, in hopes
of securing the dollars when he returned.
After waiting at the cave for three days the
scout bade good-bye to the road-agents, and
told them the day he expected to return with
the money for the mine.
Twenty-four hours before he was due to
return, however, " Lone Star " piloted a posse
JC*>«*< ^c*
THE FIGHT WAS BRIEF.
of miners, which he had hastily gathered from
the mining camp of Custer, to a position com-
manding the entrance to the robbers' cave. A
shout from the scout brought the bandits out
into the valley, where they soon discovered the
trick which had been played on them.
The fight was brief. Every one of the out-
laws— there were nine of them — was killed, but
not a single member of the posse was injured.
Five of the band, however, were not at the cave
when the battle was fought, and so escaped the
fate of their comrades.
After the dead were buried the cave was
ransacked and a large amount of gold dust and
other valuable booty recovered. Much of this
was never identified, and a curious cut-glass
bottle filled with gold dust was given to " Lone
Star."
Meanwhile the five bandits whose absence
had saved their lives discovered who had
revealed the secret of the cave, and determined
to seek revenge for the death of their comrades.
Three weeks after the battle at the cave these
five outlaws discovered young " Lone Star " alone
on the prairie, and attacked him from ambush
with Winchester
rifles. Then fol-
lowed one of the
most remarkable
battles ever
fought on the
Western plains.
Let me describe
it in the scout's
own words, as
set down in his
report of the
affair : —
I was as much
surprised as I
ever shall be
when five horse-
men suddenly
rode over a sand-
hillandeveryman
of them began
firing at me with
his rifle, at the
same time cry-
ing, "Yes, that's
'Lone Star.'
Now we'll get
even with him ! "
At the first shot
my horse was
killed and drop-
ped like a stone.
This saved my
"LONE STAR.
249
life, as in falling I
managed to tumble
behind the horse, and
fur a moment was out
of sight of the ruffians.
In that moment my
two Colt revolvers were
drawn, and I was pre-
pared to fight to the
last, never doubting,
however, but that I
should be killed.
Continuing to fire at
the horse behind which
1 lay, the bandits
approached to within
seventy-five yards
of me. There
they separated and
began to surround
me. I knew that
would never do.
Resting my two
pistols on the back
of the dead horse,
my first shot killed
an outlaw's horse,
and his rider fell
as though dead.
Again I fired, and
one of the out-
laws on my left
fell with a bullet
in the hip. He
fainted immediately and was out of the fight.
A Winchester bullet at that moment clipped
through my hair, cutting a long gash in the
scalp, from which the blood flowed down my
face in a stream, but did not render me un-
conscious. Loss of consciousness for a moment
just then would have meant death to me.
Another shot to the left, and the only
man approaching me from that side fell shot
through the heart. Turning to the right, I found
three men approaching, two on their horses,
while the third was the man whose horse had
been killed at my first shot. This man had me
covered with his Winchester and was just about
to fire when I took a snap shot and sent a bullet
through his brain.
This disheartened the two remaining bandits
and they started to ride away. With blood
streaming down my face and a pistol in either
hand, I rose from behind my dead horse and,
covering them, demanded their surrender.
They attempted to argue, but I cut them
short by telling them to surrender immediately
MY FIRST SHOT KILLED AN OUTLAWS HORSE.
or continue the fight. At this they dropped
their guns, dismounted, and surrendered.
There I was, one hundred and fifty miles
from a white man's camp, in the heart of the
Indian country, wounded myself, and with three
desperate criminals as prisoners, one of them
being badly injured. But 1 forced the bandits
to tie their wounded comrade on his horse,
mount their own horses, and ride before me,
with the injunction that a single suspicious move
on their parts would be death to them.
In this way we proceeded for two days and
nights, without sleep, and on the third day I
rode into the fort and turned over the prisoners
to General Crook, who bluntly said I should
have killed all five of the villains while the row
was in progress !
Returning to the scene of the fight some
time later, I found that no fewer than seventeen
bullets had pierced my dead horse !
That, however, was the last of the road-agents
in the Black Hills, and no further trouble was
experienced from that source for many months.
Vol. xiv.— 32.
(To be continued.)
The Woman at the Window.
THE MYSTERY OF A MANOR-HOUSE.
By Tom Bevan.
Desirous of rest and change, the author took up his residence in an ancient manor-house in
Gloucestershire. One night, while sitting up alone, he met with a most uncanny experience,
which is here set forth, together with the solution of the mystery.
WAS in need of a rest, a real rest, a
freedom from city and crowd, noise
and work. A generous relative, who
farmed along the hills of the " West
Countrie,"was the fortunate possessor
of two goodly farmhouses that lay practically
adjacent to each other. In one of these, a
modern building, he dwelt himself; the other,
the old manor-house of the place, and dating
back at least four hundred years, was partially
furnished, and was "To Let" to any suitable
tenant. Tenants, however, were not eager for
possession, although the
house lay over six hun-
dred feet above the sea-
level and commanded
magnificent views across
the flat valley of the
Severn on the one hand
and down into the narrow
valley of the Avon on the
other. So it happened
that one fine morning I
received an offer of house
and garden free gratis
and for nothing for the
summer months. I closed
with the kind offer at
once. The village of
West Littleton was lonely
enough and tiny enough,
possessing neither inn,
school, shop, post-office,
nor resident policeman.
But the rolling hills were
glorious, the air invigor-
ating, and the simple
folk quaint and interesting. The patriarchs of
the place were steeped in superstition, and
according to them witches still twirled their
lean shanks along the hilltops o' moonlight
nights. In the journey from Paddington to
West Littleton the traveller dropped a couple
of centuries of time.
I had occupied the manor-house for about a
month, and had grown quite fond of the grey
THE AUTHOR
From a Photo, by G. W
stone pile. The panelled rooms were airy, yet
cosy ; the flagged floors and corridors were cool
to the feet, and the window-seats formed delight-
ful nooks on hot afternoons. I had half filled a
sketch-book with drawings of quaint corners,
windows, and vistas of rooms seen through
arched oaken doorways. I had talked to grand-
fathers and great-grandfathers concerning the
history of the house, and had heard many
stories concerning former " squires," especially
one who did a little sub-rosa highwayman
business on the neighbouring Bath road. But
all my inquiries concern-
ing "ghosts" failed to
drag one decent
" spook " out of limbo.
I was puzzled, for on a
windy night the creak-
ings and groanings of
the heavy oaken doors
in the dormitories above
the bedrooms we occu-
pied were alarming
enough. I forsook ghosts
and regaled myself with
witches.
One night I sat in
the dining-room reading,
long after the rest of
my little household had
gone to bed. It must
have been close upon
midnight when I took
the lamp and went into
the kitchen to see that
all bolts and bars were
properly fastened. The
kitchen door was simply latched, so I placed
the lamp upon the table and went into the
scullery — a huge, draughty apartment, boasting
a gigantic pump, which had a flight of three
steps provided for reaching its handle. From
the scullery a door led immediately out
to the kitchen garden. The bolts here were
securely shot. Moonlight was pouring in a
silvery flood through the window, and I stepped
MR. TOM KEVAS.
Austen, Highbury Place, N.
THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOW.
25*
aside and looked out. The peace of the night
fled on the instant, and I felt my lower jaw drop
as though someone had pulled it down with a
string. Standing within three feet of the window,
staring stolidly in, was a woman, draped from
head to heels in white !
I was too startled to move, and blinked at
the apparition, which glared at me in return,
remaining all the while absolutely immovable.
When I got my breath again I beat a hasty
retreat to the kitchen and sat on the table, look-
ing through the open
door into the scul-
lery. I was scared.
I said to myself that
I was not, hut I was.
I collected my wits
and argued the thing
out.
" I don't believe
in ghosts," I said.
" What's that out-
side, then ? " was the
answering thought.
" An illusion," I
declared. " It must
be ; there are no
ghosts."
" But there's a
woman looking
through the scullery
window, and West
Littleton goes to bed
at nine o'clock."
I didn't answer
this. Presently I
stole to the window
again and took one
peep. The woman
was still there, and
her position was un-
changed. The fixed-
ness of the thing
had something relent-
less about it. W hy
didn't it move ?
Back I went to the kitchen table. I watched
for any moving shadow on the scullery floor or
on the patch of whitewashed wall opposite to
the window. There was none.
" It casts no shadow," I muttered.
I sat for some minutes. The night was still
with the stillness of windless midsummer. One
could actually feel the silence ; it impressed
me most uncomfortably. I felt for my pipe,
filled it, and lit it at the lamp chimney. The
loneliness was dispelled a little, and I
decided I could not go to bed up the dark,
old staircase and along a moonlit corridor
I STOLE TO THE WINDOW AGAIN
without solving the mystery I had happened
upon.
"This is tomfoolery!" I cried, as I dropped
from the table and clattered off into the scullery,
going boldly to the window and almost thrusting
my nose against the panes. The woman was
there, and she stared at me until my skin was all
"goose-flesh."
I measured her up and down, shivering as I
did so, but nothing about her stirred, and with
a bit of a gasp I retreated for the last time,
slamming and lock-
ing the kitchen
door.
I went to bed.
The next morning
I was down early.
and went at once
to the garden. Every
inch of the ground
around the door
and window was
carefully investiga-
ted. No footmarks
were visible. The
soil beneath the
window was quite
soft ; my slippers
marked it easily.
It was certain that
no woman could
have stood there the
previous night. The
mystery had sen-
sibly deepened,
I liked it the
for that.
During the
I scanned the faces
and figures of the
village women ; not
that I had seen
the phantom's I
at all distinctly, but
I had a vision before
my eyes of a pale,
vacant countenance, and I felt I should re-
cognise its likeness anywhere. The figure was
buxom and broad-hipped, and, I should say.
fairly young. I saw no one, however, resem-
bling the mysterious woman who had frigidly
stared me out of countenance the previous
midnight. I was disappointed ; my tongue
tingled to ask questions, but I refrained.
Night came on once again. My house-
hold retired to rest, and I stayed to read as
before. Needless to say, I scarcely read a line.
The landscape outside was bathed in soft moon-
light. The blinds of the dining-room windows
and
less
day
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were not drawn, and I wondered whether the
spectre would come round and look in upon me
from the lawn. I kept a wary eye open, but
saw nothing.
The old clock in the corner ticked the
minutes solemnly away. Eleven struck. I had
been sitting alone for about an hour, and was
beginning to feel cold. I put down my pipe,
and got a cigar by way of a change. Time
went slowly and heavily. Glancing at the
clock, I found it was only ten minutes past
eleven. Should I wait on until that " witching
hour of night when
churchyards yawn,"
or should I go and
see whether the
phantom was freed
before midnight ?
After a few minutes'
cogitation I re-
solved to investi-
gate at once. I
took up the lamp,
crossed the hall,
and entered the
kitchen. Putting
down the light I
went to the door
leading to the scul-
lery ; it was bolted
this time. I slip-
ped the bolt noise-
lessly, but the door
was old and heavy,
and creaked a
little as I opened
it.
I went to the
window. One
hurried glance was
sufficient. The ap-
parition was there,
evidently awaiting
me, for I fancied
it turned its head
as I came into
view. I had pre-
pared myself for
the shock of seeing the uncanny thing, but the
sight startled me nevertheless, and after a
moment of quaking hesitation I retreated.
" What on earth is the meaning of this ? " I
asked myself. And, of course, I could give no
answer. Had anyone else ever seen the thing,
or was I the first to be accorded the questionable
privilege ?
The wind was rising outside and the trees on
the lawn were beginning to sigh dismally. This
hardly cheered me up. I began to wish that I
"'now,' said i, 'here's A GH<
had mentioned the matter to my brother-in-law
and got him to come down and keep vigil with
me. I felt that the only thing to do was to
persuade someone to come and see what I saw,
and then we could discuss the thing and try to
get to the bottom of it.
Meanwhile, what should I do ? It would
hardly further matters for me to sit on the end
of the table chewing a cold cigar. I decided to
have another look. I stalked out. Ah ! that
was decided movement. The ghost had been
bending forward to the window, the face
almost touching the
glass. It swung
sharply back as I
approached and
stood fixed and
staring. I held
my ground this
time, and we in-
vestigated one an-
other for quite a
long time. Then
I walked the length
of the scullery and
came back, never
quite losing sight
of the window.
The apparition ap-
peared to move
again. Once more
I faced it. Sud-
denly I was startled
by a new fact ; I
could perceive,
dim and broken,
the objects that
lay directly behind
the ghost. I could
see through it !
N a t u r a 1 1 y— or
• supernaturally —
one ought to see
through immaterial
things, but I won-
dered that I had
not noticed the
spectre's trans-
parency before. I was now quite decided
that I was face to face with a spirit.
Back to the dining-room I went, lamp and all.
I would think the matter out. I threw away
my cigar, got another, and poured out a whisky
and soda.
" Now," said I, " here's a ghost. I'm sure of
so much. I never believed in them before. I
do now. The thing is beginning to take very
definite notice of me. It has waited for me to-
night and carefully watched all my movements.
ST. I M SUKE OF SO MUCH.
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253
I dare swear it's peeping through the scullery
window now. Well, all the doors are open ; it
can see where the lamp is. Let it come round
the house and have a look at me here. I'll wait
until midnight."
I did ; and whilst I waited I pondered.
Whose was this wraith ? I ticked off the pros
and cons on my fingers : —
Firstly, it is a woman's — a young woman's.
Secondly, the figure is countrified and unlady-
like. It indicates no post-mortem uneasiness on
the part of a lady of fashion.
Thirdly, it persists in staring in through the
scullery window ; it haunts the kitchen garden.
I'd have another look at the phantom, I
decided, and then go to bed. To-morrow I
would inquire amongst the patriarchs for any
legends of missing servants, and my brother-in-
law and I would make a bold attempt to clear
up the whole mystery.
Lamp in hand, I went. Yes, she was still
there, and seemed agitated. The fascinating
fixedness of the previous night was entirely
gone. It seemed to me that she knew 1 was
helping her. " I'm on the right track," I said,
confidently. " Let me but have a companion
to stand by me and I'll see the business
through." I gave a reassuring glance at the
THE MANOR-HOUSE WHERE THE AUTHOR WAS STAYING WHEN HE SAW THE MYSTERIOUS
From a Photo.
llnllAM AT THE WINDOW.
Yet it appears to want me. Only I have seen
it ! Why does it not take a moonlight pro-
menade on the lawn and look in upon me
through the dining-room casements ?
Thetefore, the wraith probably belongs to a
servant-girl. Some tragedy has occurred in or
near the scullery. But West Littleton has no
knowledge of any such crime ! Therefore it
was a secret one. I am on the eve of a sensa-
tional discovery. My brother-in-law shall be
consulted the first thing in the morning !
My mind was now easier. I was getting to
the bottom of the mystery. Indeed, although I
did not know it, I was destined to plumb its
lowest depths before I went to bed.
Twelve o'clock struck !
trembling spectre, went into the kitchen,
through to the staircase, and up to bed.
On the first landing I paused. I fancied that
the shivering ghost was upbraiding me for my
departure ; the wind carried its cries along the
corridor. Acting on a sudden resolution, I
turned and went down again.
I placed my lamp on the nearest corner of
the dresser in the kitchen, unfastened the door,
and went into the scullery. I looked through
the window. The ghost was gone !
I was a little chagrined, and stood close to
the panes scrutinizing the objects in the garden.
I opened the door, went out, stood for a
moment, and then dropped on my knees by the
window. No footmarks !
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I went in. Perhaps the phantom would come
if I waited ; but I waited in vain.
At last, as I looked anxiously through the
window, a thought came into my mind that
made my heart leap. " No," I muttered ; " it
can't be ! "
I fairly raced into the kitchen, placed the
lamp in its former place on the table, and ran
back. The ghost was there !
Open came the door. I sprang into the
garden and clutched— a dwarf plum tree !
the two lights — and I had been able to "see
through" my "ghost" owing to the spaces
between the branches. The " movements " I
had noticed were no doubt caused by the wind.
I rated myself soundly for not having con-
nected the tree with the apparition before. It
so happened, however, that the first night I saw
the figure was on the occasion of practically my
first trip to the scullery ; at that time I was not
aware of the existence of the tree. I might
have thought of it on the second night, but the
[ SI'KANG INTO THE GARDEN.
Yes, that oddly-grown thing was my ghost !
The light from my lamp shone on the white-
washed walls of the scullery and was reflected
through the window on to the tree. The moon
shone on it from the other side over the roofs of
the barns, so that the tree was draped on all
sides in silvery white. Top and branches gave
head, shoulders, and hips.
The lack of shadow was undoubtedly ex-
plained by the position of the tree— between
fact remains that I did not; the reality of the
thing had got hold of me.
To relieve my feelings I shook the tree until
the few plums it held dropped with soft thuds
to the ground. Then I went in, locked and
bolted the doors, had a- look through the
window at the still trembling apparition, and
went to bed in real earnest.
I was relieved. I was also disappointed.
My newly-born belief in " spooks " was slain !
Being an account of a novel contest held periodically in the agricultural centres of France,
Valuable prizes are awarded, and the competitions are both interesting and exciting.
CROWD of some five thousand
people — with a strong preponder-
ance of the male sex ; the greater
number very voluble and excited.
One flock of sheep, from eighty to
ninety sheep-dogs, and thirty-two shepherds.
A horseshoe-shaped course, which looks as if it
were laid out for a simple kind of obstacle race,
and a group of judges, accompanied by several
Government officials, all obviously impressed
with the importance of the occasion. These
were the principal ingredi-
ents— if I might be allowed
to use such a term — which
went to make up the par-
ticular sheep-dog competi-
tion held at Beauvais,
which is illustrated by the
pictures accompanying this
article.
As competitions of this
nature, though held periodi-
cally in France, are unfor-
tunately somewhat rare
occurrences in our own
agricultural districts, per-
haps a little detailed ex-
planation of their origin and
object may prove of interest
to Wide World readers
by giving an insight into a
very praiseworthy but little-
known effort which is being
made, amongst farmers and
other interested persons,
to encourage by all possible
means the breeding and
training of reliable sheep-
j THE COURSE ROUND WHIG
QOgS. STEER THEIR
The contests are annual affairs organized by
a club which has received the official sanction
of the Government. It is known as the Club
Francais du Chien de Berger, and was founded
in 1896 by a committee formed by M. Emmanuel
Boulet, the acting president, whose energies
have been largely devoted to making a success
of the movement. In addition to its primary
object, the club is also designed to encourage
kindness among the men who are entrusted with
the task of looking after both dogs and sheep.
The officials endeavour to
organize as many annual
shows as possible in the
various agricultural centres,
and the membership of the
club is open to almost every-
one, for the entrance fee is
only the nominal sum of
five francs. It distributes
suitable letterpress, with en-
gravings illustrating the best
breeds of dogs, and giving
much valuable information
in order to familiarize shep-
herds and farmers with the
dog most suitable for the
purpose.
The particular contest re-
ferred to in the opening
paragraph as having taken
place at Beauvais is a typical
example of what these com-
petitions are like at the
present time. In the centre
of an agricultural district,
some fifty-four miles from
Paris, the town of Beauvais
was easy of access to the
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large number of enthusiasts who have by the
efforts of the club become keenly interested,
and whose ardour may be gathered from the
fact that most of them were there in time for
the commencement of proceedings at nine
o'clock in the morning.
The principal event of the day, of course, is
the sheepdog trial proper. In this the work of
the dog consists in conducting a flock of twenty-
five sheep round a horseshoe-shaped course,
some nine hundred and eighty feet long and
nineteen feet wide, by starting from one pen
and working round the course to another.
The facsimile on the preceding page clearly ex-
plains what has to be done. Starting from the
pen marked (i) the flock has to be conducted
through the enclosure (2) to another pen (3).
From here the sheep are let out through a
wattle (C) upon the track (4), which has been
marked out by means of plough furrows.
The work of the dog consists in keeping the
flock inside the track and in driving them
onwards round the course. The first difficult
obstacle encountered is a dry ditch (8), and after
getting the flock over this — which usually
requires intelligent manoeuvring by
the dogs — they are persuaded on-
ward to a V-shaped ditch (9). Here
again the dog's sagacity is shown in
a marvellous manner, for, neglecting
the others, he concentrates the
whole of his energies on the
leader of the flock ; once get him
through, and the dog knows the
others will meekly follow.
The last obstacle (10) is a
mound of earth, and when this
has been safely traversed the
sheep are driven on to (D) another
wattle. Guiding them through
this and into the arrival pen (5)
the dog's task is nearly done, for
there is only the final enclosure,
some one hundred and thirty feet
long (6), for the sheep to go through,
and so reach at last the large -pen
(7). In accordance with the rules
the dogs are required not to allow
the sheep to stray from the track,
and they may not bite the sheep
on the neck, the ear, the fore-feet,
the stomach, nor deeply on the
thigh. In addition, they are not
even allowed to bark.
Thirty-two shepherds entered for
the Beauvais contest, and by the rules
were allowed two dogs each. Some,
however, elected to have only one,
and, of course, gain additional credit Froma\
if successful. These sheep-dogs, by-the-bye,
are of two particular breeds, one known as
the Brie and the other as the Beauce. The
first-named have long woolly grey hair, and
are remarkable for the intelligent look they all
seem to possess. The latter are, however, very
striking-looking dogs, with their short coats,
long lithe bodies, and fox-like step. One can
get a very good idea of what they are like from
the accompanying photographs.
Each dog is first of all examined by a veterin-
ary surgeon, who certifies to the health of each
animal before it is allowed to take part in the
contest. Directly after each shepherd has to
draw a number, which is his distinguishing
badge for the rest of the day. The number is
fixed on a brass plate, fastened, as will be seen
in the photographs, on the left arm of the
competitor.
The interest taken in the competitions held
at Beauvais was so great that all accessories
necessary for the contest were supplied free of
charge by the gentlemen, farmers, and trades-
people of the surrounding districts. This desire
to help was even extended to the gratuitous
loan of the tents, chairs, and tables — every-
thing, in fact, which could add to the comfort
of the visitors and those directly connected with
COMPETING SHEPHERDS WAITING KOU THEIR TURNS.
{Photo.
A FRENCH SHEEP-DOG COMPETITION.
257
calls his flock to assemble for the start, and
the sheep are let loose from the departure
pen. Glad to escape from con-
fined quarters, they scramble up
the enclosure and through the
wattle on to the track, where the
dog is ready to guide them round.
The start is sometimes a capital
one, but not always. If the start is
a bad one, the shepherd, holdii
one sheep, will have to call the r<
mainder of the flock back to him.
The judges, note-book and pencil
in hand, take note of every little
happening, and in such an event
have to record a fault against the
shepherd. Guided, and almost
pushed along, by the intelligent
dog, the sheep make their way along
the curve. They try to break
away, but the dog knows his
business, and they are soon
herded together again. A par-
ticularly obedient and well-disci-
plined flock, as shown in one of the
photographs, steadily pursues its
way until reaching the ditch.
the contest. The track was speci-
ally prepared by one gentleman,
whilst the various regulation ditches
and hedges were superintended by
a well-known professor of agricul-
ture. There were no fewer than
thirty agricultural enthusiasts who
threw themselves into the work,
and much of the success of the
meeting was due to their efforts.
As stated, no fewer than thirty
two shepherds went through the
ordeal of taking their flocks
round the course, and al-
though during the proceedings
a tremendous storm took place
the contest was proceeded
with, and it says much for
its attraction that almost all
the people braved the storm
to see the finish.
Our first photo, shows
the shepherds, each with a
badge affixed to his arm,
waiting their turn to take
part in the competition. A
number is called out by the
judges, and the bearer of it
steps out from the laughing
and excited crowd, with his
dog in the leash. He then
Vol. xiv. — 33.
Here again, perhaps, there is a
desire to scatter, and the leader
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hut the canine guide decides.
He will not let them turn
back or falter ; so, making a virtue of necessity,
the leading sheep passes over it, obediently
followed by his two dozen companions. At
this point a close watch is kept by the judges,
for the rules forbid that the dog should
bite or mutilate or bark at them, a thing
he is sometimes tempted to do in his
anxiety to get them over. On and round
they go, and are soon cleverly manoeuvred
through the V-shaped passage, to the
delight of the eager spectators. Journey-
ing round the bend of the horseshoe,
the sheep reach the embankment, con-
sisting of a mound of earth, and here
again they want to scatter, until steadied
by the sagacious dog.
There now remains the finish of the
contest, and, keeping the sheep within
the furrows, the dog guides them to the
last wattle. He stands patiently by as,
following their leader through, the flock
scampers down the enclosure into the
arrival pen. As each shepherd com-
pletes his task the enthusiasm of the
expert onlookers finds vent in excited
plaudits, regulated by the degree of ex-
cellence displayed by each competitor.
They are honest, simple fellows, these
shepherds, and it is rather amusing at
times to see their confusion when a
round of applause bursts from the
spectators at some particularly
good effort.
There are ten prizes for the
sheep-dog competition, and the
shepherds with their dogs re-
strict themselves to the space
reserved for them, anxiously
awaiting the judges' awards.
The first prize consists of a
hundred francs in money, a
diploma from the society, and
an objet d'art of Sevres china
presented by the President of
the French Republic. There
are nine other money prizes
and diplomas, as well as a
number of bronze medals.
A large number of prizes are
also awarded for the best dogs
of both the Brie and Beauce
breeds, for drovers' dogs which
are the best at driving cattle,
and finally "long service"
prizes for shepherds who have
been with one master for the
longest term of years.
The final event of the day at Beauvais, and
the most exciting from one point of view, was
the distribution of the prizes among the bashful
but happy shepherds. There was one very pretty
incident. A little shepherdess who had won a
prize in one of the events came to claim it, and
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259
the president gallantly embraced her, amidst the
delighted applause of the whole gathering.
One of the most interesting features was the
distribution of the prizes for long service to
shepherds. Notable amongst these was L. G.
Bocquet, who had served his master faithfully
for fifty-seven years con-
tinuously ; he received
an enamel medal, which
was offered by the pre-
fect of the De-
partment in the
name of the
people. An-
other shep-
herd, A. L.
Lionnet, who
had served his
master for
forty-five years,
had been a
winner in a
contest held in
1884, and dis-
t i ng u i s h ed
himself in the
war of 1870
by driving his
flock away
from the ene-
my, through
very open
country, and
back into the
French lines
without los-
ing a single .
sheep. Eion- ^Of}r
net was pre- <_j)
sented with
a splendid
medal by the
Agricultural
Institute of Beauvais. Among the
other men who were presented with
special awards were S. A. Desparest,
forty years' continuous service, and
E. Patte, who had served for thirty-seven
years. It may be added that no fewer than
nineteen other shepherds had service records
varying from thirty-three to sixteen years.
An interesting group of these men is here
given, every one of whom has served his
master for thirty years or more. M. Boulet,
the president of the society, can be seen
standing directly beneath the flags in the
background.
It may be interesting to
men.
Cauchy
i
note that one
by name, con-
t r o 1 s his
flock entirely
by means of
certain notes
played on
h i s flageo-
let ! A bronze
medal was
given hi m
for the novel
way in which
he conducted
his flock.
Whilst these
prizes were
being given it
trans pired,
through one of
the spectators,
that there was
an old shep-
herd of ninety-
one still liv-
ing at Main-
neville, in the
Depar t ment
of Eure, who
has been a
shepherd for
no less than
eighty- three
years, serving
his last em-
ployer for
forty years !
Longevity is evidently common among shep-
herds, and the healthy outdoor life which
they lead must undoubtedly be conducive
to old age.
THE LONG-SERVICE COMPETITORS
— EVERY MAN IN THIS GROUP HAS
SERVED HIS MASTER FOR THIRTY
YEARS OR MORE. THE WINNING
MAN HAD A RECORD OF FIFTY-
SEVEN YEARS' CONTINUOUS
SERVICE !
From a Photo.
fc
LlEL
By William Daniels, Petty Officer, Royal Navy.
A sailor's unvarnished account of a thrilling adventure with murderous "land-sharks" on the
coast of Greece. Only the nimbleness and ready wit of the bluejacket enabled him to evade his
assailants and save his life. The incident forms a graphic illustration of the many dangers which
menace the life of Jack ashore.
RIEF accounts of the following
experience — which is now given for
the first time in a strictly truthful
form — appeared, at the time of its
occurrence, in most of the news-
papers, but in no instance were the details
correctly stated. I therefore avail myself gladly
of the editor's invitation to place before the
readers of The Wide World Magazine a
correct version of my exciting adventure.
On the arrival of the Mediterranean Fleet at
Corfu on the 19th of March last, the Admiral
signalled: "Twenty-four hours' general leave by
watches, to commence on Monday, the 21st, at
seven a.m." Accordingly, about one p.m. on
Monday I proceeded on shore in order to spend
the remainder of the leave as pleasantly as
possible in a little sight-seeing. After having a
hasty look round the town I paid a visit to the
palace of the Austrian Emperor, which I had
heard contained some especially fine statues,
and then went back into the town and rambled
about aimlessly for hours, going practically
everywhere.
Then, as it was getting rather late, I thought
it advisable to seek a lodging for the night. I
made several inquiries, but failed to find what
I wanted, and therefore decided to return to my
ship, H.M.S. Intrepid.
It was about a quarter-past twelve when I got
down to the quay, where I found some dozens
of Greek and Italian boatmen, all clamouring
for a fare. I selected a boat in charge of two
Greeks, and, jumping in, told them to pull to
the Intrepid. As these two men play a some-
what important part in what follows, I ought
perhaps to describe them. One, then, was
tall, about five feet ten inches, I should think,
and the other about five feet six inches, both
very muscular men, with tanned and by no
means inviting faces. One had a big dark
moustache, but the other was clean-shaven, with
a hang-dog mouth, heavy brows, and shifty eyes.
They were dressed in rather loose, baggy
trousers and open-fronted shirts ; both carried
knives in their hip-pockets.
I did not take much heed of their appearance
at the time, being somewhat tired and desirous
of getting back to my bunk.
We shoved off from the shore, the two boat-
men rowing. It was a fine, clear night, the air
being keen. On getting outside the small
breakwater I put my hand into the pocket of
my jumper, where I kept my cash, and took out
a handful of loose silver, in order to get the
money with which to pay the boatmen. As I
did so I caught sight of the latter looking at me
rather intently, but did not at the moment attach
any importance to it. Eeaning back in the stern
of the boat, lazily contemplating the hills in
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the distance, I was suddenly brought to my
bearings by seeing the two boatmen smartly
unship their oars. Then, just as smartly, each
man drew a knife. Quick as thought they leapt
into the stern of the boat, and raising their
knives above my breast, as if about to strike,
demanded my money in broken English ! The
whole thing happened so swiftly that for the
moment I was completely dumfounded, and
could not properly realize what had really
happened. No doubt
half
and
side
into
my
his
my
rifle
the
had
the
this
I sat
offering
this was part of their
villainous design — to
take me absolutely un-
awares, before I had
time to defend myself.
The bigger one of the
two men, placing
dagger close to
bieast, began to
my jumper - pocket
one from which he
seen me take
money. During
unpleasant process
perfectly quiet
no sort of resistance—
that was impossible—
although my thoughts
were very busy. I
realized that I had two
desperate criminals to
deal with, and I turned
over in my mind the
probable course events
would take. This was
the situation as it pre-
sented itself to me.
'I he men, I knew, would
not dare to land me
alongside the Intrepid,
for fear that I should
have them detained.
Furthermore, they
could not put me ashore,
because discovery would
be equally sure there,
and we should probably
come across some of my shipmates,
then, they meant to kill me and
more even. Thus, while he had his back
turned towards me, I leapt to my feet
struck the big man a severe blow on the
of the face, knocking him off his feet
the bottom of the boat. Then I turned
attention to the other man. As I made for him
he thrust his knife savagely at my stomach, the
spot for which ruffians of this class invariably
aim. I caught the weapon with my left hand,
but, unfortunately for myself, by the blade.
With my disengaged
right hand I fought hard
to get possession of the
knife, which would have
put me on better fight-
ing terms with the
scoundrels. The boat
rocked violently with
our quick movements,
and, to make matters
worse, the man I had
knocked down had re-
covered himself and was
now striving to aid his
comrade. Backwards
and forwards we lurched,
this way and that, and
during this terrible
struggle the knife-blade
cut deep into my hand.
I could feel the blood
running from my hand
down my arm. But I
fought on desperately,
and was at last gratified
to discover that my
oppenent was giving in
from weakness. By this
time, however, the other
pirate had managed to
rise and thrust at me
viciously with his knife.
With my right hand I
the knife, en-
OFKICER WILLIAM DANIF.LS, ROVAL NAVY, WHO HERE
RELATES HIS TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE.
From a Photo, by King &■> Co., Landport,
caught
deavouring
Evidently,
dispose of
my body. Desperate measures, it was evident,
were necessary if I wished to save my life.
Having secured my money from the pocket,
which was on the left breast of my jumper, the
tall boatman turned to his companion and said
something in Greek, which of course I could
not understand. I determined, however, to take
this opportunity of trying to rid myself of one at
least of my assailants, and so make the contest
from him.
ever, I was
do, as the
my head and
to wrest it
This, how-
not able to
pair were
blows on to my head and neck with
their hands, while, clinging desperately to the
two knives, I kept my head bent to save my
face, fighting with my feet and head as well as I
possibly could.
It was no good, however, for the knife in
my right hand also began to cut from the
wrenching motion, and, losing my hold on
the two weapons, I fell back exhausted.
Thereupon both the men seized me, trying to
batter my head on the stern of the boat, but I
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prevented this by thrusting my neck - forward
and keeping it stiff, receiving the blows on my
shoulders. One of the ruffians made a thrust
at my body, the point of the knife penetrating
my jumper and my jersey, but a quick backward
movement saved me from receiving further
damage. As I lay quite still, however, utterly
exhausted, they no doubt concluded that the
last blow had done its deadly work, for they
promptly seized me by the head and heels and
dropped me into the water.
nearer than those of the Intrepid, so I struck
out boldly for land. I also observed with a
sinking heart that my would-be assassins had
awakened to the fact that I was not yet settled
with, and were making towards me. One of
the perils I had feared, therefore, was not long
in presenting itself in a tangible form. The two
men were rowing towards me with their faces
towards the bows of the boat, so that they
could keep me in sight, and were evidently
determined to run the boat against my head
THEY DROPPED MP: INTO THE WATER.
I was rather weak from loss of blood, and
when I went overboard I sank a good way
down. The cold water soon revived me, and in
a flash I realized that at last I had a slight
chance of escape. It was slight indeed, for I
might be overtaken by my murderous assailants
and dispatched, or — and as this peril dawned
upon me I shuddered violently — I might be
attacked by the sharks with which the surround-
ing waters were infested ! But drowning men
will catch even at straws, and I determined to
make a desperate bid for life.
Rising to the surface I gazed swiftly about
me. I noticed that the lights on shore seemed
This they would unquestionably have succeeded
in doing had I not thought of a way to
outwit them. As the boat darted towards me
I sent up a lusty yell for help and then sank
out of sight, the craft passing over me. I then
swam as far as I could under water, rising again
to the surface to get breath, and repeating my
cries for help.
This I did several times, each time evading
the boat and getting nearer and nearer to
the shore, until at length I lost sight of
the pirates and began to think I was safe. I
ceased to cry further for assistance, and struck
out with all my might for tha land, keeping as
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263
THEY WERE EVIDENTLY DETERMINED TO RUN THE BOAT AGAINST MY HEAD.'
quiet as possible for fear of putting the rascals
on to my trail again.
I had got almost two-thirds of the way to
the shore, and was congratulating myself on
having escaped at last from a very dangerous
situation, when the boatmen again caught sight
of me and rowed frantically towards me, deter-
mined, no doubt, to finish me once for all.
Once more, however, I was successful in evading
them by sinking. By this time I was feeling
very faint and exhausted, for the weight of
my boots and clothes began to tell heavily
upon me.
However, I continued to make what headway
I could towards the shore, yelling with all the
strength I could command. Turning my head
and looking behind me, I was overjoyed to dis-
cover that my assailants had apparently given
up the chase, for they were nowhere to be seen,
and were probably seeking safety in flight. This
gave me renewed courage, although my strength
was so far spent that I felt that I could not
hope to win the shore without some sort of
assistance.
Gazing ahead — hoping against hope that help
would come to me ere I was forced to give up
the struggle— I was at length gratified to per-
ceive the welcome lights of some boats coming
out from behind the breakwater to my rescue.
• My cries had been heard at last ! By this time
T was barely able to keep my head above water,
and one of the boats, probably guessing that I
was in desperate strait-, pulled away from the
rest and very quickly came up alongside me
They soon had me on board, where I sank
back exhausted. I dimly heard their exclama-
tions of astonishment at my condition and their
sympathetic observation, " He's had a rough
time of it ! " and then I lost consciousness.
Arrived on shore I found some of my ship
mates and told them briefly what had happened.
They at once hurried me to the doctor, who
dressed my wounded hands and ordered me to
change my clothes and go to bed immediately.
This I did, returning to the Intrepid in the
morning.
It was the police-doctor who dressed my
wounds, and while he was thus engaged I told
him the story of my adventure, giving as full
and faithful a description of the men who had
attacked me as I could, with the result that the
police went in active search of them. They
at length arrested two men, and a few days
later I was confronted with them. I failed to
recognise them as my assailants, however, and
they were released. I regret to say that the
real culprits, so far, have not been captured.
I hope that my experience with these vil-
lainous "land-sharks" will act as a warning
to other sailors who have occasion to go
ashore at Corfu. But for a combination of
fortuitous circumstances I should undoubtedly
have been murdered, and my fate would
probably have remained an unsolved mystery.
The thrilling experiences which befell a " spotter," or United States Revenue detective, while endea-
vouring to unearth a gang of illicit whisky distillers in the mountains of Kentucky.
I.
ORTY years ago— up to a certain
day — I had a great opinion of my
own shrewdness ; I firmly believed
I was about the smartest young man
in the detective line there was in all
Uncle Sam's enormous Revenue Service. Then
I had the experience I am going to tell about
here — since which I have given myself a new
rating ; and the reason for this will be perfectly
obvious when my story has been read.
At that time I was stationed in Louisville,
Kentucky, from which place I was frequently
sent into the outlying country districts to ferret
out illegal liquor-makers and raid illicit stills. I
had men to help me in the latter work, of
course ; but I was the chief " spotter," as
Revenue detectives are called.
As everybody nowadays knows, the men who
tried to brew and traffic in their own whisky,
and at the same time dispense with the formality
of paying Uncle Sam's tax on their product,
were called " Moonshiners," because they plied
their trade secretly, in out-of-the-way hiding-
places, figuratively " by the light of the moon."
There was an especially bad band of these
fellows at the time known to be doing business
in the Green River hills, down in the south-
western part of the State. This gang had held
sway there for years, in spite of all efforts to dis-
lodge them. There was nothing strange about
this, as all the natives in the section either
sympathized with them or were completely
terrorized by them, and threw every obstacle
they possibly could in the way of the Revenue
men who came down with the intention of
raiding the gang. Several "spotters" and a
score of deputies had lost their lives in these
attempts before my time ; butabout once every
year a fresh trial would be made and a fresh
failure scored.
I had been about eight months in my
Kentucky berth (it being then August, 1863),
during which period I had been doing some
pretty successful work in locating and capturing
stills in the adjacent counties, when I one day
got orders from the Collector, my superior
officer, to swear in ten deputies, being careful to
pick good men, and start immediately for the
Green River country.
It was war time then, and it seemed that so
great a demand had arisen among the soldiers
passing through the country for the contraband
liquor that the Moonshiners — particularly the
Green River fellows — had become more active
THE MOONSHINERS.
*S
than ever before, and were turning out such
vast quantities of the fiery stuff that the legalized
distillers of the State had made a complaint to
the Interior Department that the unfair competi-
tion threatened to drive them out of the business.
I was given a free hand as to how I should
handle the affair, and, being young and am-
bitious— and a bit conceited, as I have said
before — I lost no time in selecting my men and
starting south by train, firmly confident that by
a little of my superior strategy and the working
out of a plan I had in mind I should have
slight trouble in bagging my game.
There was nothing particularly original about
this plan of mine, it being almost the same one
as my predecessors had tried, but not quite.
The secret stills in the Green River section
were known to be generally hidden in caves
somewhere in the so - called
" mountains." It had been
necessary, naturally, for the
Revenue men to first locate
the entrance to the right cave
(the hills being fairly honey-
combed with them), after which
a quick " rush " had been de-
pended on to capture the works.
My predecessors had, however,
done their " locating " work
openly and without effort to
conceal their intentions. There
had been nopreliminary strategy.
As a result, of course, they had
found the Moonshiners either
prepared for them and ready
to give battle, or they had
found the birds flown.
But now as to my plan. I,
too, would be compelled, to be
sure, to locate the proper cave
before I could expect to do any raiding. The
rascals never used the same cave two seasons in
succession, I knew, so that nothing learned con-
cerning an earlier rendezvous of the gang would
avail me anything. Instead, however, of form-
ing my men into a compact posse and going
poking around in broad daylight through the
thick timber with which the hillsides were
covered, trying to find it, or making live targets
of my men and myself in a night search, when
the Moonshiners kept armed guards out, I
proposed to halt my men at a considerable
distance from the suspected hills and then
disperse them in pairs through the timber
within a specified radius, as though they were
innocent squirrel-hunters.
We would be armed with double-barrelled
shot-guns, with shot in them of a calibre better
suited for emergencies than for squirrels. My
Vol. xiv.— 34.
MK. KUFUS COBIi, WHO HERE RELATES HIS
THRILLING EXPERIENCES AS A UNITED
STATES REVENUE DETECTIVE.
From a Photo.
men's instructions would be to keep their eyes
open for cave-entrances showing signs of recent
inhabitants, for " sunk cabins," or " dug-outs,"
which might hide secret stills, and for any
other suspicious indications. In the event of
any important discovery, they were to promptly
retreat to a safe distance and call in the rest of
us by imitating the "caw " of a crow, six 'times
repeated.
It should be understood that the Moonshiners
lived in these caves, or wherever it was they
canied on their unlawful work ; mostly devoting
the day hours to sleep and the nights to work,
when they kept armed guards out. My aim,
therefore, was to catch them asleep, and thus
minimize the risk. My men were carefully
instructed to do everything possible to preserve
their fictitious characters of sportsmen. They
were to be especially wary not
to arouse the suspicions of
natives they might run across
as to their true characters, and
so give these sympathizers of
the law-breakers a chance to
warn them.
I believe this is preamble
enough to help the reader to
understand the situation, when,
about eleven o'clock in the
forenoon of August 14th, 1863
(the second day after I had
received my orders from the
Collector), I stood gazing up a
broad, shallow valley leading
into the timbered Green River
hills, out of the far end of which
little valley I had just seen the
last pair of my deputies dis-
appear.
Everything in a preliminary
way had passed off without a hitch, and I was
correspondingly conceitedly serene. That no
companion had been left for myself was not an
oversight on my part, for I wanted to work alone.
I had marked out two alternative courses for
myself — one being to scout about like my
deputies, the other to go boldly to the cabin of
some native, pretend I wished to buy a cask of
the " best stuff," and, if I proved clever enough
or the native witless enough, induce the man to
put me on the right track to where the contra-
band was dispensed.
After some reflection I at length settled on
the second plan, and cast my eyes about to find
a likely-looking cabin. Presently I spied one,
almost hidden by trees and brushwood, well up
the valley on the left. I had taken one single
step in its direction when I was startled by
hearing a low, chuckling noise directly beside
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me, followed instantly by these words in a weak,
almost effeminate, voice : —
" Want a feller to show yer where the squirrels
is thickest, mister? Or, 'lowin' 'tain't squirrels —
'lowin' it's the 'Shiners yer out gunnin' fer, yer'll
need me to point out where they does business."
Grabbing my gun, I wheeled sharply around
to ascertain from whence this mysterious voice
came.
I saw before me a shoeless, hatless, and
practically garmentless boy, of not a whit more
than fourteen years of age, and slightly built
even for that. He was thin-featured, with the
peculiarly colour-
less skin and
neutral-tinted eyes
characteristic of
the " poor whites"
of the South ; so
diminutive a spe-
cimen of his kind
that he was nearly
hidden from sight
in the under-
growth.
It was apparent,
however, that the
urchin took him-
self seriously, and
made up in
earnestness what
he lacked in size.
He looked me in
the eyes unflinch-
ingly, with the
most sober aspect
conceivable, and
at once repeated
in a slightly
different form the
queries which had
so startled me : —
" Want a feller
what was rizzed in
these yere moun-
tains to go along
with yer, mister?
If it's the 'Shiners
yer 'lowin' to ketch, I reckons I kin lead yer
straight to — — Ouch ! quit that, then, will
yer ? "
It was a bad neighbourhood I was in. A
sudden suspicion had flashed through my mind
that, small and unsophisticated as this visitor of
mine seemed to be, he had been sent to lead
me into a trap. It would have been a very
transparent scheme — one, it struck me, the
rascals might have expected me to see through
right away. So I had seized the boy's arm with
' WANT A FELLER WHAT WAS RIZZED IN
WITH YER,
my disengaged hand, none too gently, and
given him a vigorous shake.
" What are you up to, you little beggar ? " I
asked, angrily, lifting him off the ground and whirl-
ing him about so that he should stand between
me and the upper valley, where, if he had con-
federates, they would probably be in hiding. I
had no fancy for being picked off by the rascals
if they disapproved of what I was doing.
" What makes you think I'm after anything but
squirrels or birds ? "
By an unexpectedly dexterous wriggle, the
lad slipped out of the tattered garment which
did service as his
coat and leaped
nimbly to a posi-
tion of compara-
tive safety some
feet away.
I stood gazing
at him in open-
mouthed helpless-
ness, holding the
frayed coat in my
hand ; a good bit
more disturbed
mentally than my
young visitor, not-
withstanding the
fact that he was
now reduced, in
the way of clothes,
to about a leg and
an eighth of Ken-
tucky jean trou-
sers.
"You under-
sized little spy ! "
I gasped, finally,
irresolute how to
proceed to a re-
capture, but deter-
mined not to let
him escape. I'll
admit I was a
good bit dis-
turbed, because I
believed all my
carefully laid plans had been discovered by the
Moonshiners before 1 had had much more than
a chance to start executing them.
" I ain't no spy ! " piped a clear, childish
treble suddenly and in unmistakable indigna-
tion, as the half-naked waif abruptly turned
upon me and stood boldly confronting me — so
unexpected an action that it brought me up
short once more. " Leastways," he added, in a
tense little voice, " I ain't jest nacherly a spy,
like you rev'noo spotters is ! "
THESE YERE MOUNTAINS TO GO ALONG
MISTER?"
THE MOONSHINERS.
'67
He gave this a second to sink home, evidently
revelling in my look of surprise.
"I knowed yer as soon's I clapt my eyes on
yer, an' seen the other fellers sneak off an' leave
yer here lookin' about yer." Then he added,
scornfully, " That-a-way ain't no squirrel-hunter's
ways, mister."
He glanced keenly into my face. I was still
dazed by the bold stand he had taken ; logically,
a Moonshiner's son should have been terror-
stricken in the presence of a Revenue officer.
" But see yere," this weird youth went on,
" you ain't got no call to be scared of me ! ''
1 actually choked at this sop to my fears — " fer
my own daddy was one of you-uns — spotters, I
mean — an' these low-down night-hawks of Moon-
shiners got him when he was 'lowin' to git
them ! "
I caught my breath. "Your daddy?" I
gasped, wonderingly— and a bit incredulously.
"Yes, my daddy," replied the lad, proudly—
" Cap'n Tom Goff —an' my name is Eddie Goff."
He eyed me with a triumphant look an instant ;
then, drawing his slight form up to its full limit
of fifty and some odd inches, he asked, re-
proachfully, " Does yer think likely Cap'n Goff s
son is a spy, mister, an' doin' sneak work for the
'Shiners?"
The quick change my sentiments had under-
gone in the last minute left me unable to speak
again. If what the little fellow said was the
truth — and I had no reason to doubt it— then
I was the biggest duffer in the land ; for Captain
Tom Goff had been the bravest Revenue spotter
the service ever had. He was one of the un-
fortunate "predecessors" I have mentioned.
" They murdered my father — murdered him
in cold blood," continued the boy, forcing back
his tears. "That's what they done, mister. He
hadn't no show fer his life. More'n twenty
of 'em sneaked on him at night when he was
sittin' peaceful in his own house, an' peppered
him through a shut winder."
There was almost a sob in his voice now ; but
he suppressed it and turned a pair of fierce little
eyes on me, as he repeated : "An' does yer still
'low to reckon I'm like to be a spyin' fer the
'Shiners, mister ? "
Probably there was that in my face which
made an actual answer to his questions unneces-
sary, for he hurriedly resumed : —
" You fellers can't no more find where the
Throop boys has their stills hid now, without me
to point out a safe way, than nothin' at all. Now
lookee yere — my plan is fer me an' you—
I had been hoping the little fellow would
reach that point. Of course, I had been feeling
ashamed of myself for having suspected him — a
brave little man, who, with his Kentucky-nursed
ideas of "A tooth for a tooth," hoped with my aid
to avenge his father's untimely death. I wanted
to assure him how much I regretted my rough
handling of him and that I had the most per-
fect faith in him. Then, besides, I knew the
sad story he had so pathetically mentioned, and
the mere mention of the name Goff as his own
would have squared him with me. Rut more
than anything else I was becoming impatient to
get ahead with my scout work. Consequently,
when the lad mentioned a plan, after premising
that there was no use in anyone trying to find
the gang's hiding-place without him, I drew a long
breath of relief. Then I made the quickest move
of my life as I dived into a thick hedge of bush.
For the crack of a rifle sounded from some-
where down the shallow ravine, and a bullet came
tearing through the branches of the scrub-oak
behind me, cutting off a small twig less than six
inches from my head. I was standing facing
away from the hills at the moment, the boy
fronting me, possibly half-a-dozen steps below.
"That air's Jeff Throop, now," he remarked,
calmly, without the least trace of excitement in
his voice, though he lost no time in diving down
alongside me in the bush. " I knows the sing
of his old musket fur as I kin hear it shoot.
Sometimes I hides in the brush an' watches him,
hopin' But say, mister" (he came suddenly
back to the present, seeming to recall the tick-
lish situation we were placed in, and there was
grave disapproval in his tone), " 'pears like as if
'bout everybody knows who you are. You'd
have raised a nice row trying to git near them
stills 'thout me ! "
He paused to draw himself up to his knees to
peer through a small opening in the curtain ol
leaves where he had parted them with his hand.
" You didn't never ought to hev tried to fool
fellers as sharp as them Throops by lettin'on yer
was jest hunters."
A second bullet pinged into the brush-hedge
uncomfortably close to us; a quick glance
through the peep-hole my small critic had made
revealing a puff of white smoke arising over a
clump of thick scrub which surrounded the
entire upper end of the valley. " Yer can see
fer yerself," added the boy, scornfully, " that
'stead of you-uns huntin' the 'Shiners they're a-
huntin' you. It's a-going to make it necessary
fer we-uns to act mighty quick. It don't jest
spile my plans, but it more'n doubles the risk.
Now, lookee yere "
Only three or four minutes had elapsed since
the first shot had been fired. The incident had
naturally enough temporarily dumfounded me.
While the boy had been calmly condemning my
cherished plan of campaign, I had been strh
to decide how to act under the changed condi
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" IT TOOK FEW WORDS FOR HIM TO OUTLINE HI
tions. I had concluded hastily that his plans,
as well as my own, must now necessarily be
upset, then remembered suddenly when he
remarked that his programme was only partially
" spiled " that I hadn't learned yet what that
programme was.
It took but few words for him to outline it,
and if it had been mapped out especially for the
exact fix we were in at that moment it could
not have filled the bill better.
The plan was simplicity itself. The hedge
we two were crouching in extended in an
unbroken line towards the right until it reached
a high ridge of ground which formed the lower
boundary of the valley, the ridge itself con-
tinuing all the way up to the timbered hills.
Near where > the brush-hedge joined the ridge
my companion stated we would find the mouth of
a cave, almost completely hidden by big boulders.
It appeared to be, when one happened to
discover it, nothing but a shallow hole in the
ground, such as bears use for sleeping-quarters,
and no one but the boy himself knew it to be
anything else. But he had one day crept into
it, to discover that it widened out into a
sort of tunnel — in places quite narrow, however —
which extended throughout the entire length of
the ridge into the solid mountain beyond, at
which terminus it swelled into a pretty large
chamber, beyond the upper or northern wall of
which was another extremely large cave. He had
found out this latter fact when, in his investi-
gating, he had run across a dark passage-way,
large enough for six
men to walk abreast,
connecting the two
chambers.
The cave beyond
the wall was the work-
shop of the Moon-
shiners. He had
come within an ace
of walking straight in
amongst them, the
darkness surround-
ing him — only made
deeper by the fact
that the gang had
pine torches flaring
at the far end of the
cave — having saved
him from being seen.
This the boy ex-
plained to me in the
fewest words possible.
His idea was to first
conduct me far
enough into the
tunnel, so that I
could go on alone to the back chamber, where
I was to wait while he hurried off and commu-
nicated secretly with my men, whom he proposed
to bring in through the brush and tunnel to
where I was, " providin'," he said, "that they
ain't already bin took in, an' I kin find 'em. The
'Shiners knows nothin' about thisyere tunnel," he
added, " 'cause I've watched 'em to see ; an' they
never comes into the back cave. It's a sure thing.
You lot will get together where it's dark an' pick
yer own time to jump in at 'em. Of course,
there'll be some shootin' "—there was a strain of
fierce joy in the perfectly matter-of-fact tone he
said this in — "an' that's where I 'lows to git
even with the men what killed my father."
Long before the lad had reached this part of
his programme I was following close at his
heels in a quick creep through the underbrush.
I would have liked it better to feel more certain
that my men were still safe — nearly an hour had
passed and I had had no sign from them — so that
I could depend on their joining me. I should be
in a nice fix, I realized, without them. I heard
nothing more of the fellow who had been taking
pot-shots at me, and I concluded he was a
straggling Moonshiner who had just happened
to sight me standing there armed, and had fired
out of mere curiosity to make me show my face.
I decided that my deputies were therefore prob-
ably all right still, and that my brave little
partner would have slight trouble in getting word
to them as he proposed. Anyhow, that was a
risk I must run.
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269
I WAS NOT 1'KEI'AKEl) TO KEEL TEN BONY FINGERS CLUTCHING DESPERATELY FOR
MY WINDl'U'E."
myself, which I was not prepared
for in any measure at all.
I was not prepared, for instance
— since the Moonshiners were sup-
posed not to know of the existence
of the back cavern, or at least had
been found by the boy never to
occupy it — to have a long, muscu-
lar arm shoot out suddenly from
the gloom in this identical chamber
and grab my shot-gun from my
hands. I was not prepared to feel
ten bony fingers clutching despe-
rately for my windpipe. I was not
prepared to receive the blinding
glare of almost a score of suddenly
lighted pine -torches — which ap-
peared to have been magically
touched with life at one and the
same instant — nor to find revealed
by them the giant forms of an
equal number of rough-bearded,
glowering hillmen — by courtesy
"mountaineers." Some six of
these, as well as I was able to
judge, had their arms twined about
me at once, striving respectively
to bind me hand and foot, choke
me into a non-combative mood,
I will not go into detail concerning my trip and at the same time to force a foul-smelling gag
up the long, narrow cavern beneath the ridge of rags into my mouth. Then I felt my legs,
with my little guide, more than to state that we bound as they were, suddenly spring out from
speedily reached a point —about half-way in, as under me, and myself being lifted in brawny
I judged — from which
spot the lad called my
attention to a faint
light ahead, which he
told me was where
the sunshine came
through a crack in the
roof of the rear cave,
in which, it will be
remembered, I was
to cautiously conceal
myself until the arrival
of my companions.
This point reached,
the little fellow im-
mediately turned to
speed back over the
rough track we had
come by, to hunt for
and hurry my ten
men to the ren-
dezvous.
I am now going to
describe a few things
I stumbled up against
after being left to "1 felt myself being lifted in bra\vny arms."
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arms, one man grasping me beneath the shoul-
ders, two clutching me on either side, and a
sixth man holding my legs.
I was half-dazed by the suddenness and un-
expectedness of it all ; and except for a few well-
administered kicks had offered no opposition.
It was as one in a dream or a trance that I
heard a rough voice somewhere in the cave
ask: "What's become o' young Jeff? Say,
men, ain't he a peach ? "
" He's gone to look for the rest o' the gang,"
replied the man at my head, gruffly.
I attached no particular meaning to these
remarks, more than to have a vague idea that
the Moonshiners had sent someone to gather
in their stragglers. What little sense I had (for,
apart from the shock of the surprise, the choking
I had received had helped to muddle my brain)
I was devoting to a sort of dim wonderment as
to how the gang had been able to find out I
was coming up a tunnel they knew nothing
about, and then to gather there at the end of
it and wait for me — all in sin h a brief space
of time. I settled it to my own
satisfaction that the fellow who
had taken the two shots at me must
have afterwards made a quick trip
down to where the boy and I were
concealed, and had overheard our
talk in time to get back where his
companions were at work, or asleep,
and arrange this reception as a sort
of grim joke. I was clear as to one
thing in my mind, and that was the
perfect fidelity of Eddie Goff; and
underneath my own chagrin I was
sorry for my brave little partner.
How keenly he would be dis-
appointed ! Gradually I began to
devote my mind to my immediate
predicament — to wonder what the
gang intended doing with me; to
try to decide whether I had better
make an effort to rid myself of my
gag, so that I could shout and warn
my companions when I heard the
first of them approaching the
passage-way, thus giving them a
chance to escape. I didn't believe
for a moment that the gang pro-
posed murdering us all in cold
blood. The probabilities were, I
reflected, that my deputies would be
surrounded and captured outside
anyhow if they tried getting away;
but then there was the poor little
Goff lad ! The gang probably in-
tended to take him — knowing our
plan in detail — when he guided the
last couple in. I must get warning to him; good-
ness alone knew what his fate would be if he fell
into the hands of the vindictive Moonshiners !
A vicious poke in the ribs from the barrel of
a long musket rudely interrupted my line of
thought. The fellows who had picked me up
had stopped after taking a few steps to argue
with some of the other ones ; evidently, though
I had given scant attention to their gruff
wrangling, it was the immediate disposition to be
made of me they could not agree upon. I
suppose that my porters had started for the front
cave with me, for I afterwards dreamily recalled
having heard someone say : —
" Leave the blessed spy trussed up there near
the gang-hole, so's he kin see his mateys
come amblin' in an' bein' set up 'longside him,
like lambs to the slaughter." Then I felt
myself being forcefully deposited on the floor of
the cave against the rocky wall close to the
passage-way. Simultaneously I felt the small
circular end of the gun-barrel digging into my
anatomy, accompanied by sneering queries.
I FELT THE SMALL CIRCULAR END OF THE GUN-BARREL DIGGING INTO MY ANATOMY,
THE MOONSHINERS.
271
" So yer 'lowed to outwit the wicked Moon-
shiners, did yer, Mister Sneak ? Goin' to ketch
'em a-nappin', was yer ? " Each question was
punctuated by a fresh poke with the sharp gun-
barrel. " Does yer know what we-uns is goin'
to do with you sneakin' spies when we gits you
all gathered in ? " the man snarled, bending his
huge frame downward so as to bring his great
hairy face on a level with my own. The other
members of the gang pressed in close behind
him ; and a more evil-looking crowd of men I
never saw, though the flickering torchlight may
have added a touch of villainy to their bearded
faces and uncouth forms.
" Reckon I'd better tell you," continued my
tormentor, " so's you won't go har-
bourin' false ideas as to what's comin'
to yer. These yere caves," he said, as
though he were some backwoodsman
school-teacher imparting a lesson in
geography to a pupil, " is somethin'
like two hundred miles broad. There's
a big string on 'em stretchin' out clean
under the whole State of Kentucky.
No one hain't ever explored 'em 'twixt
yere an' the ol' Mammoth,* an' there's
a powerful swift stream o' water run-
nin' back into 'em that nobody now
livin' ain't explored neither — or,
leastways, not very fur. On this yere
river we have got boats which we uses
to go up stream with, 'cause we kin
git out of the cave that way. If you
listens, Mister Spotter, you kin hear
the water slushin' in through the front
cave-room now."
I could hear it quite distinctly, and
the man's allusion to it made me very
uncomfortable; I was beginning to
understand the fiendish plot he was
unfolding — not clearly, but sufficiently
to hold my attention.
" We kin git out of the caves that
way," repeated the Moonshiner, in a
lower tone, which, intentionally or
otherwise, gave a creepy effect to his
words. " But one day we had a
accident. One of our fellers lost the
sculls out of his boat when he was "we don't
plump out in the middle o' the swift
current. His boat swirled round sudden as
if a whirlpool had hold o' it, an' took him
down stream 'stead of up. None o' us never
set eyes on the poor chap from that day to
this."
A malicious leer accompanied the man's
words at this point. He chuckled mirthlessly
at his own eloquence, the band again showing
their appreciation in a chorus of low growls.
"We don't like to take even a sneakin'spotter's
life deliberately," continued the narrator, " 'cept
it's in self-defence, so we settled it amongst
ourselves that the next one of 'em we got a grip
on — an', my ! you was a dead easy one ! — we'd
jest turn him adrift to go and hunt our poor
mate. We didn't reckon to catch a whole bunch
of yer at once, but "
Now, I was no coward — my record had proved
* The famous Mammoth Cave of Kentucky lies about forty miles
from the scene of this tale, and this stretch of country embraces the
wildest part, in point of inaccessibility, of all the hundreds of miles
of wonderful caves in this region. MugIi of it is still practically
unexplored. — Thk AuTHORf
LIKE TO TAKE EVEN A SNEAKIN' SIOITER's LIFE DELIBERATELY,
CONTINUED THE NARRATOR."
that — but a kind of dumb horror crept over me
as the full meaning of the Moonshiners' inten-
tions towards myself and my men dawned upon
me. The villains meant to set us adrift, bound
and helpless, on the dark, mysterious stream that
ran through the cave and penetrated into the
very bowels of the mountains !
( To be concluded.)
BESIEGED IN A CHIMNEY
By H. L. Adam.
An amusing story from the Emerald Isle. How a resourceful steeplejack, sentenced to imprisonment,
evaded the law by establishing himself at the top of a seventy=foot chimney, whence he defied the
police to remove him. For weeks he occupied his novel eyrie, despite every effort to arrest him, and
even paid occasional visits to his friends. Excitement waxed high as this extraordinary siege
progressed, and the outlaw received shoals of sympathetic letters.
m^
HE simile of the snowball is a
familiar one, but perhaps a more
elaborate illustration of it has never
been recorded than the achieve-
ment of James Gill, a steeplejack, of
Newry, Ireland, who, with the true Hibernian
instinct, worked up a huge joke out of a
personal calamity. It is characteristic of the
Celt that, if he can by hook or by crook set
officialism — particularly police officialism — at
defiance, he is at the very apex of his delight
and glory. He will do this for the pleasure he
derives from it alone, but if he can also turn it
to account financially so much the better.
One morning the papers contained a brief
announcement, a mere paragraph, to
the effect that a steeplejack named Gill,
of Newry, was evading the law in a
novel fashion by establishing himself at
the top of a tall chimney and refusing
to descend. It was so trifling an item
of news that one might easily have
passed it by without notice, but as
day succeeded day and week succeeded
week, leaving the redoubtable "Jimmy"
still up the chimney, the affair grew in
importance, and the space it occupied
in the newspapers was proportionately
enlarged. Meanwhile the shrewd Irish-
man, perceiving that his ingenious
scheme had caught the public fancy,
resolved to work it " for all it was
worth." In consequence he figures
on innumerable picture post-cards, his
praises have been sung in many poems
of more or less beauty and elegance,
and— crowning laurel of all ! — he has
been made the subject of a political
cartoon by no less an artist than the
redoubtable " F. C. G." Can fame
go farther than this ?
In order to obtain the full story of
this curious affair for The Wide
World Magazine I recently went
over to Ireland.
Repairing to the police-barracks I
had a chat with the chief constable,
whom I found most genial and com-
municative. Not unnaturally, he made
light of the affair, and absolutely
refused to regard Mr. James Gill as in any way
approaching a hero ; in fact, he had a very
different description for him. But he was
good enough to tell me exactly how the
whole ridiculous business came about. It
appears that one night there was a "difference"
between Gill and one of his neighbours. It was
one of those delirious occasions when the Irish
strike for very delight, and several people got
more or less damaged. As a natural result Gill
was taken in hand by the police, the sequel
developing at the Newry police-court in the
form of a prosaic charge of assault against the
steeplejack, which eventuated in a sentence of
one month's "hard" without the "option," the
GILL WAS TAKEN IN HAND BY THE POLICE.
B ESI EC. Kl) IN A CHIMNEY.
273
magistracy considering that the pugilistic
"Jimmy" ought to have complete rest for that repaired
period. Curiously enough,
just about the same time ■
"Jimmy" obtained a con-
tract to pull down an old
chimney at the salt works,
for which he was to
receive ten pounds. He
explained this to the police,
and asked to be given
sufficient time to climb to
the top of the chimney,
remove some of the bricks,
and so establish his claim
to the contract, which he
could resume when he
"came out." This privilege
he was granted, it being
the custom, the officer ex-
plained to me, to allow
such indulgences when the
circumstances warrant.
Having established his
claim to the contract,
"Jimmy " — as the chief
constable put it, with an
aggrieved air that was very
funny — proceeded to
establish himself — on the
chimney-top ! When the
police came for their prisoner he said, airily, in
effect, " Thanks for the privilege, but please call
After leaving the police head -quarters I
to the Sugar Island Salt Works,
where the steeplejack--
chimney was situated.
There was a big crowd of
people assembled at the
spot — an Irish crowd, of
course — witnessing and
taking part in an exploit
which was eminently calcu-
lated to appeal to their
sympathies.
Alighting from my jaunt-
ing-car, I made my way
JAMES GILL, THE NEWRY STEEPLEJACK WHO FOR MANY
WEEKS DEFIED THE POLICE FROM THE TOP OF A
SEVENTY-FOOT CHIMNEY.
From a Photo, by Allisons.
through the crowd, down
a narrow alley - way to a
yard wherein the chimney
is situated. The latter I
found was about seventy
feet high, and not more
than three or four feet in
diameter; it was surrounded
by a ruined wall, and on
the ground at the base were
a number of broken bricks,
which had been removed
from above by " Jimmy,"
and sent down. The en-
trance to the chimney was
at the base, in the form of
a small archway, with just
sufficient room for an ordinarily - constructed
individual to crawl through. Inside, of course,
SOME MEMBERS OF THE NEWRY POLICE FORCE — THE CHIEF CONSTABLE Is THE RIGHT-HAND FIGURE, HOI.D1NI
From a Photo, by II'. S. Campbell.
again ; I haven't quite established my claim."
And he went on pulling off bricks, very, very
slowly. Then, and not till then, the men in
blue realized that they had been sold.
Vol. xiv.— 36.
the space was very limited, it being impossible
for two persons to pass one another. It was also
very dirty, and the task of effecting an entrance
and making an ascent can easily be imagined as
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not only very difficult, hut extremely uninviting.
The method adopted by Gill was to erect a
number of small platforms at easy stages, and,
taking a short ladder with him, mount from one
platform to another, pulling the ladder up after
him. Pursuit was rendered additionally difficult
by the fact that a brick dropped from above
could not very easily miss the head of anyone
beneath — a most painful and embarrassing
reflection for Gill's would-be captors.
Arrived at the top the resourceful steeplejack
had built a larger platform and erected a small
windlass, with a rope
attachment, for the
purpose of lowering
the bricks. To the
rope, which dangled
down the side of the
chimney, Gill had
tied a piece of red
bunting, as a sign of
warning and a note
of defiance. And,
above all, there was
an unpleasant
menace in the fact
that the chimney was
unsafe, this being
the chief reason for
its removal, and ugly
cracks and seams
were clearly visible
in the walls.
Presently a figure
appeared at the top
of the stack, and
there arose a mighty,
reverberating cheer.
It was the redoubt-
able "Jimmy " ! In
response to the
applause he raised
his hat and bowed,
making a special obeisance to
wards two or three constables in
the crowrd. The police looked
up and "Jimmy" looked down,
and for a few moments they
regarded one another narrowly.
Many were the encouraging re-
marks that floated up to the
chimney-top from the crowd below.
I HE LKOW'II
STEEPLEJACK
Well
done, Jimmy ; keep it up ! " shouted one
enthusiast. " I'll do that same," came back
the voice of the steeplejack. Then, indicating
one of the constables, who was of rather
liberal proportions, he remarked, " Sorry I am
to keep yez waitin', but will yez just step up?
The dure's open, and there's plenty o' room
for yez," at which there was a roar of laughter
and more applause.
The head constable told me, by the way, that,
had they felt inclined, his men could capture
the outlaw with ease, but after inspecting the
chimney I must take the liberty of doubting the
statement.
Gill has a son, a boy about sixteen, and this
lad acted as a scout for his father, and also
brought him provisions, the latter being conveyed
to the top of the chimney by means of the
rope and windlass. There was thus no proba-
bility of starving the
besieged into sub-
mission. Gill slept
in his chimney for-
tress, with occasional
little secret excur-
sions to mother
earth when oppor-
tunity offered and
the coast was clear.
Rumours of various
kinds were con-
stantly cropping up
concerning him —
that he had been
taken, surrendered,
or had fallen down
the shaft, when a
rush would be made
to ascertain the
truth. Upon one
occasion a rumour
gained currency that
he had fallen and
injured himself, and
many sympathizers
gathered at the foot
of the chimney.
Suddenly a head
appeared over the
edge of the chimney-
top, and a face, suf-
fused with a broad
grin, looked down
at the people. It
was their hero, safe
and sound. With
one accord the
crowd gave a rous-
ing cheer, which the steeplejack acknowledged
by raising his hat and bowing. He then
gave them a piece of news, to the effect that he
proposed to give a firework display from the
top of the chimney for the entertainment of his
patrons — a display that for lavish brilliancy would
cause the Crystal Palace authorities to turn pale
with envy. The firework show duly came off,
GAVE A ROUSING CHEEK, WHICH THE
ACKNOWLEDGED BY RAISING HIS HAT."
BESIEGED IN A CHIMNEY.
275
and was unanimously voted a big success by
everyone except the mortified police authorities.
Gill is a man of about middle age and
medium height, spare, and with the agility of
a cat. I was not able to discover, when I saw
him, whether he was a blonde or a brunette,
because he was simply sooty. His son's motto
was " No surrender," and " Jimmy's " " Nil
desperandy."
This was not the
first time he had
carried out a
similar exploit.
Once before he
was wanted by
the police, who,
he declares, are
the root of all
evil, but instead
of calmly sur-
rendering he re-
tired to the roof
of a house — it
is said that he
can climb up the
face of one like
a monkey — and
defied his would-
be captors for
the space of
eight or nine
days, when, pro-
bably tiring of
his isolation, he
calmly walked
into the station
and gave him-
self up.
Scores and
scores of cards
of congratula-
tion were con-
tinually arriving,
some addressed,
"Jimmy Gill,
Sugar Island
Chimney Stack,
N e w r y , Co.
Armagh, Ireland," and they were duly delivered
at the steeplejack's stronghold by grinning
postmen. One card, bearing the Drogheda
postmark, was facetiously addressed, "To His
Excellency James Gill, Esq., Sugar Island,
Newry, Co. Down," and was signed " Santos
Dumont," the writer announcing his intention
of visiting "Jimmy" in his airship, to take
afternoon tea with him. He has also been
variously addressed as " Ireland's Bright Star,"
"The Renowned Steeplejack," " Bould Jamie,"
' JIMMY
"Jimmy Gill, Esq., Knight of the Chimney,"
"Steeplejack Jimmy," "Commandant James
Gill, Chimney Stack Fort," etc. One encourag-
ing message ran : " A Newry lady wishes you
good luck. May your shadow never grow less
for keeping up the credit of the 'Frontier'
town for ' clever boys.' ' And there was a letter
from Southend, also purporting to come from a
Newry hoy, en-
closing a postal
order — a prac-
tical evidence of
sympathy.
M e a n w h i 1 e
Mrs. James Gill
did not appear
to betray much
uneasiness at
her partner's
predi cament,
which was pro-
bably because
she possessed a
senseofhumour.
AVhile in no way
sympath izing
with his short-
comings, and
not quite relish-
i n g the un-
savoury charac-
ter of his retreat,
she altogether
agreed with her
husband that to
be housed at
the expense of
His Majesty was
not conducive to
his dignity.
It was not
until several
measures had
been tried and
failed that the
police assumed
a comparatively
passive attitude
towards the outlaw. For instance, they thought
to starve the steeplejack out, to trap him, or to
intimidate him, but every attempt failed. Then
it was proposed to storm the chimney, but Gill's
reply to this was that if any of them attempted
to follow him he would pull the scaffold down
upon them— a threat which effectually quashed
the idea. Finally, as one of the officers grimly
remarked, the only thing left to do was to dis-
lodge him with dynamite.
One Sunday, when night had folded her
' AT THE - ■■ .1 ISLAND SALT WORKS, ON THE TOI- OF WH
GILL ESTABLISHED HIMSELF IN ORDER TO EJ'ADE ARI
From a Photo, by W. S. Campbell.
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mantle about the town, "Jimmy" stole- down
his chimney and paid a visit to the bosom of
his family. He also nearly paid the price of
capture, for the police got wind of his excursion,
and he had to employ all his native cunning to
evade them, only reaching his lofty retreat in
the nick of time.
At length there arose a rumour that proved
only too true — "Jimmy" had fallen from his
lofty eyrie and was seriously hurt ! He was
taken to his home in Boat Street, where he was
attended by a doctor. The latter reported a
few bruises only, but
"Jimmy" insisted g
that he had frac-
tured his leg. How-
ever, on paying a
visit to his cottage,
I found him re-
clining on a bed,
with his head and
one leg in bandages,
and a peculiar
twinkle in his eye.
I wondered what
move he meditated
next. Upon observ-
ing that this was
rather a painful end-
ing to so uncomfort-
able an experience,
he remarked, " Sure,
'twas worth it ! " I
then made my way
to the police-office
and had a chat with
the genial chief on
the situation. He
did not appear to
be vastly concerned
about it, and, in
response to my
inquiry as to what
the authorities proposed to do, he replied, " I
suppose we shall take him now and lodge him
in the prison hospital."
I concluded, therefore, that this was the end
of the exploit, but I was mistaken. The
next thing I learnt was that the indefatigable
" Jimmy " had succeeded in evading the police
once more and had got back to his stronghold !
I then recalled that twinkle in his eye, and
HE DECLARED THAT HE COULD NOT POSSIBUY BE MOVED.
realized what it meant. It appears that the
constables went to Boat Street in order to arrest
the invalid, but simulating extreme pain and
prostration, and complaining, "Oh, my leg!"
and " Oh, my head ! " he declared that he could
not possibly be moved. In consequence of this
the police kind-heartedly decided to allow him a
little more time to get better, and withdrew.
This was enough for "Jimmy." In the early
hours of the morning, with his faithful son acting
as scout, he limped forth, and made his way
laboriously to the salt works, which he suc-
ceeded in reaching
safely. Here he
mounted to his
perch above and
proceeded with his
work, singing and
whistling merrily the
while, and greeting
the amazed passers-
by below with the
announcement,
"Jimmy's back
again ! " Once more
the patient police
had been hood-
winked.
Astute public
entertainers were
not long in seeing
the possibilities of
this elusive steeple-
jack as a music-hall
"draw." As a result
he was engaged to
appear at a certain
hall, where people
gazed eagerly upon
the man who for so
long had defied the
might and majesty
of the law.
But justice, if sometimes slow, is sure, and one
day, while paying a visit to his home, Gill was
quietly arrested by the long-suffering men in
blue. There was no escape for him this time,
and recognising the inevitable he submitted
quietly and went away to " do " the long-deferred
month. But it will be many a day before
"Jimmy" Gill and his chimney are forgotten in
Newry.
Among the Starovery.
A REMARKABLE RUSSIAN COMMUNITY.
By Francis H. E. Palmer.
Mr. Palmer describes his visit to a settlement of Great Russian Starovery — one of the most
peculiar sects in Russia. The photographs illustrating the article are believed to be the only
ones ever taken of this fanatical and little-known community.
FEW years ago, while in charge of
a large estate in one of the wildest
districts of White Russia, a start-
ling incident, that narrowly escaped
developing into a tragedy, enabled
me to pay a visit to an extremely interesting;
but little known, community of Great Russian
Starovery, dissenters from the Orthodox Church,
who have been settled in this remote part of the
Empire for more than a century and a half.
This visit was the more interesting to me, as the
photographs I was able to obtain are, I believe,
the only ones that have ever been taken of
members of one of the most curious sects in
Russia, which for generations has fanatically
resented any intrusion of " unbelievers " into
their religious or private affairs.
The estate on which I was then living is
almost as completely isolated from the rest of
the world for a great part of the year as though
it were an island in mid-ocean, for not only is
it about sixty miles from the nearest railway-
station — that of Swentsiany, on the main line
from Konigsberg to St. Petersburg — and thirty
miles from the nearest post and telegraph-office,
but the roads in bad weather are often almost
impassable for weeks together.
One of the most curious features of the
district— and, indeed, of White Russia generally
— is the strange mosaic of races by which it is
inhabited, each forming a separate and distinct
community and adhering strictly to its own
religion and customs, while clinging no less
tenaciously to its own language and nationality.
The White Russian country towns, for example,
are peopled almost exclusively by Jews. In
the country districts there are numerous
villages of Lithuanians — a race that differs
as widely from the Russians as the Italians
from the Swedes — and almost everywhere
detached groups of Polish, Lettish, and even
German settlers are to be met with. Singularly
enough, each of these nationalities enjoys the
almost complete monopoly of one or more
branches of trade, which members of the other
races never dream of invading. The trades of
tailoring, shoemaking, and cabinet-making, for
instance, with that of the painter and glazier,
and many more, are the exclusive monopoly of
the Jews. The blacksmiths and farriers are
nearly all Poles, while all buildings of a solid
and permanent character are constructed by
Great Russians, belonging to the Starovery
sects, and only the simplest unskilled labour is
entrusted to men of the White Russian and
Lithuanian races.
As a result of this division of labour in the
management of a large estate, recourse must be
had to groups of men of half-a-dozen different
nationalities for almost everything that is done
upon the property, from repairing an agricul-
tural implement to building a new stable or
mending a broken window. When the incident
I am about to relate occurred, I had handed
over the construction of a flour-mill to an
association, or arte/, of about fifty Starovery
peasants belonging to a neighbouring com-
munity of Great Russians. They were so vastly
superior, both physically and intellectually, to
any of the other nationalities in the neighbour-
hood that I was curious to obtain some informa-
tion about their religion and customs ; but,
though their village was only a few miles from
the borders of the estate, everything about them
seemed to be veiled in impenetrable mystery.
None of the White Russian peasants had ever
ventured to enter the domain of the stalwart
Starovery, and, indeed, when travelling in the
vicinity they always gave them as wide a berth
as possible. They could tell me nothing
definite, but assured me that there was some-
thing uncanny, supernatural, almost awe-
inspiring about them, and that they were
capable of every imaginable form of iniquity.
Even from the official and police authorities
I could learn little beyond their conviction that
the popular opinion of the Starovery was un-
questionably correct. The police admitted that
it was quite true that none of the horrible
crimes popularly attributed to them could ever
be actually proved, but this was solely due to
their almost supernatural cunning. On the other
hand, their general conduct was abnormal and
unnatural for peasants. For example, they
always paid their taxes with absolute regularity ;
they defrauded the revenue by making it a part
of their religious faith to abstain from the use of
vodka, tobacco, and tea ; and they conformed so
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BRANDISHING THEIR AXES AND HURLING ULOOD-CUKDLING MENACES AT THEIR INTENDED VICTIMS."
rigorously to all Government
regulations that it was impos-
sible for the local police ever
to catch them at fault. In
fact, it was evident to the
official mind that they were
playing some deep game that
nobody could understand.
All this was decidedly
vague, but one morning I
witnessed a
startling scene
that certainly
seemed to con-
firm the univer-
sal opinion of
the Starovery.
I was enjoying
the almost Sab-
bath silence of
a Russian coun-
try house, un-
broken by any
sounds but the
songs of the
birds that
thronged the
grounds and
the adjoining forest, when I was startled by the
roar of angry voices and the tramp of rapidly-
approaching feet. Hastening to discover the cause
of the uproar, I saw a troop of forty or fifty White
Russians, flying in terror before the whole artel
of the Starovery, who, armed with the axes they
invariably carry in their belts, were hotly pursu-
ing them. On reaching the house the White
Russians all crowded against the wall, ruthlessly
trampling upon the flower-beds, and imploring
me to protect them. The affair was unques-
tionably a very serious one, for, hard as is the
skull of an average moujik, the light Russian
axe, easily handled and sharp as a razor, is a
decidedly dangerous weapon. A good many of
the fugitives had already been rather severely
wounded, while the rest, crowded close together
with their backs to the wall, prepared to resist
as best they might the renewed attack threatened
by the Starovery. The latter, who had hesitated
for a moment upon my appearance, quickly
formed a semi-circle around them, brandishing
their axes and hurling blood-curdling menaces
at their intended victims.
With some difficulty I prevented the terrified
house-servants from sending off a mounted
messenger to call for the assistance of the police
— a useless proceeding in any case, as the two or
three men at the nearest police-station, ten miles
away, would have arrived too late, besides being
powerless to cope with a disturbance of this kind.
In the wild confusion that prevailed it was
impossible to discover what the quarrel was
about, but I was convinced that nothing, except
some outrage or insult to their religion, could
have plunged the usually well - conducted
Starovery into such a paroxysm of blind fury.
They were simply mad with rage ; they " saw
red," as the French would express it, and every
moment I feared that, in spite of all my efforts
to restrain them, they would make another rush
upon the White Russians, who were now utterly
panic-stricken and entirely at their mercy. I
shall not speedily forget the scene, for I knew
that, though the instinctive obedience to
authority, natural to all the Russian peasantry,
would enable me to control the infuriated Star-
overy for the moment, the least sign of hesita-
tion on my part would have turned the scale,
and a horrible massacre would very probably
have resulted.
At length, to my intense relief, some of the
older men calmed down sufficiently to listen to
reason. It was gradually dawning upon them
that this mad outbreak of theirs would be
regarded by the police authorities as a complete
confirmation of all the vague accusations that
had been brought against them, and would give
the local officials the power of blackmailing the
whole community mercilessly, under the threat
of prosecution for riot and attempted murder
should they refuse to submit to their exactions.
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When the din had finally subsided I told
them that if they returned to their village
quietly I would deal with the matter myself
without the intervention of the police — unless
the condition of the unfortunate men they had
wounded should prove to be so serious that this
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could not be avoided. At the same time I
promised to see their Starosta, or chief, the
next day, and arrange with him some way of
settling the matter without getting the whole of
their community into trouble.
When at length they had taken their depar-
ture I succeeded, with some difficulty, in
obtaining a correct version of the affair. My
suspicion that the Starovery were trying to
avenge an insult to their religion was, it appeared,
well founded. It is a fundamental article of
belief with this
peculiar sect that
it is a deadly sin
to eat with anyone
who is not a mem-
ber of their com-
munity; while acci-
dentally to make
use of a spoon or
plate that had been
previously used by
an "unbeliever "
would entail
for them a
long and
painful pro-
cess of "puri-
fication " be-
fore they
could ven-
ture into
contact with
their co-religionists
again, or even en-
gage in any kind
of secular work. It
was, therefore, ar-
ranged for those
who were working at the new mill to
take their meals at a different hour from the
other workmen. That morning, however, on
returning for their breakfast, which they had
brought with them and left in the workmen's
dining-room, they found that their own spoons,
which they had carefully put away, had
been ostentatiously placed on the table
in a condition that clearly showed that
the White Russians, who were also
working at the mill, had been eating
with them. The object of the White
Russian workmen was obvious and ex-
ceedingly ingenious. They were only
labourers, and, of course, were paid
lower wages than the Starovery, who
were technical workmen. As it was
important for the mill to be completed
before the winter, when the river would
be blocked with ice, they believed
that, if the Starovery could only be prevented
from working for two or three weeks, I should
be compelled to employ them in their place,
paying them at the rate of skilled artisans.
They therefore informed their rivals that they
had already used their spoons the previous day,
and that as, in the Starovery belief, it would be a
mortal sin to do any secular work until they
had undergone their purification, they had
better return home at once and commence it.
"-!>; W
' THEV INFORMED THEIR RIVAL:
1AT THEV HAD ALREADY USED THEIR SPOONS I S € I 3 DAI
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"HE ENTRANCE TO THE STAKOVEKY VILLAGE.
The indignation of the Starovery was not
altogether unnatural, and, furious at the trick
that had been played them, they " went for "
the White Russians, who, having speedily got
the worst of the encounter, fled to head-quarters
for protection.
The following morning an hour's drive through
the forest brought me to the domain of this
mysterious sect, an estate of about three thousand
acres of forest, meadow, and farm land, which is
the property of the community. At the entrance
of the estate the road was barred by a solidly-
constructed gate, and here I found the Starosta,
a grand - looking old man with a patriarchal
beard, who, accompanied by a deputation of
the notabilities of the
community, was waiting
to receive me.
When the carriage stop-
ped he approached, and,
having ceremoniously bid
me welcome, he held up
a curiously - carved oak
tray, inlaid with silver, of
very ancient workman-
ship, upon which were
placed bread and salt,
the offering always pre-
sented by old-world
Russians to an honoured
guest. My ready accept-
ance of a morsel of bread
seemed to afford him
great relief. It proved
that I had come as a
friend, and that I did not
intend to be too hard
upon his people for their
escapade. From a
In a very few
minutes we came
in sight of the
village, which, as
usual in Russia,
consisted of tim-
ber-built, straw-
thatched izbas,
clustered closely
together on each
side of the road.
A glance sufficed
to show that the
inhabitants were
far more prosper-
ous and thrifty
than their White
Russian neigh-
bours. Their
dwellings were
all solidly built, many with neat little gardens in
front, and there was a complete absence of the
dirt and squalid poverty that are so painfully
striking a feature in most Russian villages.
The Starosta's house was one of 'the most
important in the place. It contained six large
rooms, one of which opened into the stable, the
cow-house, and the barn, which were placed
behind, and formed part of the building. A
stairway led down to the underground ice-
chamber, where provisions are stored in summer.
The furniture, all home-made, was solid and
evidently very old, and some of the smaller
objects, richly carved cabinets and curiously-
painted boxes, inlaid with bronze, which had
[Photo.
rhoto.
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been brought from Moscow by the founders of
the community more than a century and a half
ago, were really of considerable value, not-
withstanding the extreme simplicity of their
surroundings.
"The (ihospodeen must not think that we are
inhospitable," said the Starosta, pressing me to
take some refreshments that had been prepared
for me, " though it is true that our faith will not
permit us to eat with those who are not of our
religion, which is dearer to us than life itself.
All the trouble yesterday was due to some of
our people resenting somewhat too vehemently
an abominable insult to our religious belief."
"YES, GHOSPODEEN !' CKIED THE STAROSTA, STARTING TO HIS FEET AND RAISING
HIS HANDS LIKE AN INSPIRED PROPHET OF OLD."
, " Will you tell me something about your
religion and customs ? " I inquired.
" Most gladly," replied the Starosta, " but I
must first explain why people call us ' Starovery '
- or Old Believers. One Nicone, a Patriarch
of the Orthodox Russian Church, made a new
translation of the Bible, about two hundred
years ago, which was different in many ways
from the one that our fathers had used before.
This was a great shock to all true Russians, but
worse was to come. Soon after, the bishops
betrayed us to please the Czar. They actually
dared to make alterations in the liturgy of
our Church ; and at length the Czar Peter
ordered us to abandon many of our national
Vol. xiv.— 36.
customs which are a part of our religion. The
Bible, for example, forbids us to cut the corners
of our beards. The Czar Peter commanded
us to shave it off altogether ! Thousands of our
people were imprisoned and flogged for refusing
to obey. At last, Ghospodeen, we discovered
why all these misfortunes had befallen us. The
Czar, who was bent upon destroying the ancient
religion and customs of Holy Russia, took a
new title. He proclaimed himself Emperor
(Imperator). The letters that make up that
word also represent, in our sacred old
Slavonic, a certain fatal number — 666 —
the number of the Beast !
"Yes, Ghospodeen!" cried
the Starosta, starting to his
feet and raising his hands like
an inspired prophet of old.
" Yes, we knew then that the
reign of Antichrist had begun
on earth. There was nothing
for the faithful to do but to
flee away into the wilderness.
Tens of thousands quitted their
homes, and, abandoning every-
thing that they could not carry
away with them, they wandered
into the vast forests in the
north and west, and formed
new communities or skyti (her-
mitages), where they dwelt,
waiting for the coming of the
New Jerusalem. For genera-
tions we were hunted from
place to place by the soldiers
of the Czar, but in spite of
persecutions all the Starovery
communities have prospered,
and members of our faith are
• now among the richest men in
the Empire. We, in this com-
munity, are all descendants of
a party of the faithful who took
refuge in White Russia, then
a province of Poland. They were not peasants,
but wealthy merchants in Moscow. Part of their
gold they were able to bring with them, and
with it they bought this estate, which we, their
children, have kept ever since as a sacred
charge.
"See here, Ghospodeen," he added, taking an
enormous leather- bound volume from under a
table in the corner of the room, upon which
were placed several of their most sacred icons.
"This is the register of our people. Ever since
they left Moscow not one member of our com-
munity has married a stranger. We are now all
near blood relations."
It would indeed have been no easy mat*eV to
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unravel the complicated genealogies which re-
sulted from this custom, but the splendid
physique of all the Starovery was in striking
contradiction to the generally accepted theory of
the evils resulting from long-continued inter-
marriages in a small community. Probably their
extremely simple and abstemious mode of
living contributes as much to their physical as it
certainly does to their material well-being. Not
only do they refrain from touching vodka, tea,
sugar, and tobacco, but every other article of food
that has been introduced into Russia since the
dawn of the "reign of Antichrist."
" Yes, we are fairly prosperous," said the
Starosta, after giving me all these details,
"though our land could not now nearly main-
tain us all. Every winter, however, a number of
our men go away for six months, some as far as
the great world they are supposed to conform to
the State Orthodox Church, but we know that
they are still faithful at heart. They have all
married members of our community ; they have
all their births, marriages, and deaths recorded
in this book, and at least once every year they
come to the old home to pray before the sacred
icons that we keep in our village church."
" Then your community is not entirely
dependent upon your property here ? " I re-
marked.
" By no means. We who are here divide the
proceeds of the estate equally among all the
families that are working upon it. But every
member of our community, wherever he may be
— some are now in America — is bound to pay a
certain percentage of his fortune into a fund
which, like the land, belongs to us in common.
From a
THE STAROVERY GOVERNMENT HOUSE.
{Photo.
Moscow, and many earn there more than
enough to keep their families the whole year
through. I am afraid," he added, shaking his
head gravely, and glancing with a merry twinkle
in his eye at a stalwart young fellow who was
standing sheepishly beside a young girl in the
doorway, " that some of our younger men are
not so strict as they ought to be in their religious
duties when they are away, especially as regards
tobacco and vodka. Many who left us in
former times are now prosperous merchants,
manufacturers, doctors, or engineers. The
descendants of two who left here about eighty
years ago are very wealthy bankers in Moscow
and St. Petersburg. But, all the same, they
have kept up their connection with the sacred
skyt which our forefathers established here. In
This now amounts to a very large sum, and for
safety we have invested it abroad, part of it
in England. When money is needed to help
any of our people — to start a young man in life,
for instance — we can draw on the yearly
revenue, but we cannot touch the capital.
There are consequently no poor among us.
Every man is obliged to learn two trades, even
if he is the son of a wealthy banker or merchant.
For instance, nearly all our men here are
builders, but each has also learned another
trade — a locksmith's, saddler's, or shoemaker's.
This doubles his chances of earning good wages
if he decides to leave the village, and wherever
he goes our richer brothers are bound to help
him. If he is steady he soon becomes a master
on his own account. We do not allow our
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rHK CROWD OK STAROVERY OUTSIDE THflR CHURCH.
[Photo.
children to go to a Government elementary
school, but all are taught to read and write,
and also their father's trade at home.
When any boy is exceptionally intelligent
we send him to one of our richer brothers in
Moscow, and our synod there draws what
money is needed for his education from our
general fund. This he is bound to pay back
see our church and the sacred icons ? We
have never shown them to strangers before."
Outside the church I found a crowd of the
Starovery, who gave me a hearty welcome.
The church itself is a modern construction.
The original one, in which their forefathers had
lovingly reproduced all the most striking
features of the church in which they had
From a]
THE INTERIOR OF THE CHURCH.
when he is able. Five of our boys are now
being educated in this way, three as engineers
and two as doctors.
" And now, Ghospodeen, would you like to
worshipped in Moscow " before the days of
Antichrist," was burned accidentally many years
ago, and the Government would not allow them
to replace it by any building having an ecclesi-
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astical appearance. It is, therefore, of the same
form as an ordinary izba, and only large enough
to give standing room for about two hundred
people.
They had no objection to my taking a photo-
graph of the interior, a matter of considerable
difficulty, however, from "• the want of light.
Over the altar are placed the religious pictures
and icons which they brought with them from
Moscow, and regard as their most valuable
treasures. Wealthy Starovery will often pay a
thousand pounds and more for a rudely painted
icon when it is known to have been painted
" before the days of Antichrist."
Their religious service, to which " unbelievers"
are hardly ever admitted, is exceedingly curious.
There are two branches of the Starovery in
Russia, one of which recognises the regular
ecclesiastical hierarchy, while the other, to
which the community I visited belongs,
refuses to admit the validity of a priesthood
that accepted the alterations in the liturgy
that they resent. In their belief the " silver
thread " is broken ; the Apostolic succession
is irrevocably lost, and they must wait in
patient resignation till the " reign of Anti-
christ " gives place to the " New Jerusalem."
In their religious services they believe
that they may not alter one word of the
liturgy of the Orthodox Church as it was cele-
brated in the days gone by. Those parts only,
therefore, which a layman may read are read
and chanted by the Starosta and elders. On
reaching those portions of the service which a
priest only can pronounce there is a pause, and
in the dead silence that ensues the congregation,
who all know by heart what the priest would
have said had a priest been left on earth, listen
reverently for the words that no human voice
can bring to their ears, and then rings out the
earnest, fervent response. The effect produced
by the deep, rich voices of the congregation,
alternating with intervals of intense silence, is
extremely impressive and almost eerie.
Before I left this curious community I*was '
able to make an arrangement with the Starosta
respecting the " Battle of the Spoons," for which
his people were sincerely gratefuj. I consented
to suspend work at the mill for a few days, until
an abbreviated form of purification enabled the
men to resume their secular labours, while the
community undertook to give the wounded
White Russians liberal pecuniary compensation
for the injuries they had sustained. Revenge is
sweet ; but sweeter yet to the sadly-damaged
White Russian moujiks was the reflection that,
though their plot against the Starovery had
failed so ignominiously, and I had refused to
allow the affair to be dealt with by -the police,
the compensation they were to receive would
supply them with vodka ad libitum for at least
a fortnight as soon as their wounds were
healed.
Of the sincerity of the Starovery in their
curious religious beliefs there can be no doubt ;
but the contrast between their fanatical devotion
to childish ceremonies in their religion and
their thoroughly practical- character in all mun-
dane affairs is very striking. There are more
than twenty different sects of the Starovery in
the Empire, divided into the two groups I have
mentioned — the Popovtsy, who believe that
the priests of the Orthodox Church, though
themselves heretical, have nevertheless main-
tained the Apostolic succession ; and the
Bezpopovtsy, who maintain that this succes-
sion was irrevocably destroyed by the "heresy"
of the eighteenth century, and that conse-
quently there are now no priests or bishops on
earth. Their total number is estimated at from
three to five millions in all Russia, and they
are -increasing rapidly, as their families are
always very numerous, and the mortality among
their children is far less than among the
Orthod6x Russians. Apart from their organiz-
ation for the aid of their poorer brethren, the
rich Starovery merchants and bankers are
munificent supporters of a great number of
charities and hospitals for the benefit of the
nation generally ; and in spite of their religious
fanaticism there is no doubt that these Russian
dissenters, from their wealth and intelligence,
will play an important, part in the future of the
Empire, should sorre form of constitutional
government ever gi\;e the Russian people a voice
in the management of the affairs of the nation.
Kidnapping a President.
By Wilson Woodbridge.
Being a fragment of history from the sanguinary annals of the turbulent Republic of San Domingo.
While in the West Indies in 1896 the author heard this stirring story from the lips of the chief actor
therei. — a man who headed fifteen revolutions ere he gained the Presidential chair.
T was the summer of 1896, and I
was staying on the little island of
New Providence, in the Bahamas.
The chief street of Nassau, the
capital of the Bahamas, is a pretty
sight at any time of the day, and especially in
the bright morning sunshine, when the pave-
ments are thronged with both white and black
folk, laughing, talking, and shopping. I was
strolling down this thoroughfare one baking
morning, admiring the wealth of colour, and
commenting to my com-
panion on the diversity
of the types of mankind
that could be seen.
"Yes, it is all very
well for you," he said,
" but wait until you have
to live your life in a
place like this. Then I
guarantee that you will
not be so much in love
with the niggers and the
beautiful tropical colour-
ing."
" At any rate, I am
in love with it now," I
laughed. " But what is
the matter ? Look at
that crowd round the
police-court."
Hurrying across the
street, my friend peered
in at the window, and I
followed his example.
The room was crowded.
The prisoner in the dock
was a huge half - caste,
with a face that attracted
me at once by its power
and determination.
"Only a nigger being
tried ! " announced my
friend, cheerfully. " Let's
go sailing."
But I excused myself, for I felt interested in
the man before me, and determined to find out
more about him and his offence. The Fates
favoured me. I recognised in the lawyer
defending the prisoner a man I had been
THE PKISONER IN THE DOCK WAS A HUGE HALF-CASTE.
introduced to at the local club, and to whom I
had taken a fancy — Burnham by name.
He nodded to me as he saw my face at the
window, and whispered to a small boy, who
came round and asked me to wait a minute, as
he would be free almost immediately. I bowed
assent, and leaning my arms on the window-
ledge prepared to follow the trial, but to my
disappointment there was at that moment a
movement in the court. The monotonous voice,
which had been droning on, ceased.
"The case is ad-
journed."
There was a question
of bail. The prisoner
leaned over the rail and
spoke to his counsel
rapidly and emphatically.
From where I stood 1
could hear him distinctly,
and was surprised to find
that he was decidedly
against the prospect of
bail. He did not wish
it. At a signal from the
man stationed at the
door a carriage drove up,
and while a band of
mounted constables sur-
rounded it the negro
hurried in, and was
driven off to the prison
over the hill. I waited
a few minutes for Burn
ham, and then we strolled
off in the direction of
his office.
" Is it an interesting
case ? " I queried. " The
man's face interested me,
and surely it is rather
unusual for a prisoner to
refuse bail and prefer
being locked up ? "
B u r n h a m laughed.
" Well, I don't know," he said. " Probably
Jiminiez thinks himself safer locked in the calm
seclusion of a prison cell, while that war-ship
remains in harbour."
I followed his gaze across the wharf, where,
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lying white and dazzling on the turquoise water,
lay a trim little gun-boat flying the San
Domingan flag.
" That war-ship ? " I echoed. " If it is not an
impertinent question — what is the connection?"
"That is just what I am not sure of," replied
my friend. " Look here, Woodbridge, you are
a writer, aren't you ? How would you like to
come along and hear what old Jiminiez has to
say for himself? It's a romance in itself, from
what I can make out. Anyhow, it is sure to be
interesting. I am going up to the prison now.
Will you come ? "
Needless to say, I did not hesitate long over
my answer, and, hailing a passing carriage, we
drove off to the big white prison.
After a few formalities we were soon passed
in, and a warder conducted us along a dark,
cool passage to a door, outside which a couple
of soldiers were stationed. The warder inserted
a key in the lock, threw open the door, and
motioned us in. The room was bare and
severely ugly. The man I had seen in the
dock sat on a wooden chair beside the table,
his head resting on his hands, gazing moodily
at the blank wall opposite. The door closed
with a dreary clang and the prisoner started to
his feet. The lawyer greeted him formally,
while his eyes scanned him, full of suspicion.
I was then introduced carelessly as "my friend
who takes an interest in your case. You may
speak before him quite openly."
Jiminiez gave me a graceful bow and looked
inquiringly at his lawyer, who, seating himself on
another wooden chair, motioned me to do
likewise.
" Look here, Jiminiez," he said, " you have
engaged me to defend you, and -"
" And my case could not be in better hands,"
interrupted the nigger. His accent was peculiar
—broken American, with a strong Erench
intonation.
" That's as it may be, but I want you to
understand one thing."
" Yes, sehor."
" Don.'t ' sehor ' me, and don't weary me
with your politenesses and diplomacy. I want a
straight talk with you."
This plain speaking did not disturb the
listener in the least ; he merely shifted his
position and smiled.
" When you asked me to act for you in this
matter," continued Burnham, "you gave me to
understand that it was a simple and straight-
forward one. Now, remember, I don't care if it
is or if it isn't, but what I must know, and what
I intend to know if I go on with your case, is
this : Have you told me all there is to tell ? Do
you intend to be perfectly open with me or not?
I can't work for you if I am in the dark myself;
I shall only be running against snags. Will you
tell me the whole yarn from beginning to end
and let me do the best I can ? It seems to be
panning out a big job, and I won't take it on
until I know all the details."
The nigger remained silent, an expression of
dogged obstinacy on his face. The lawyer
sighed impatiently and, taking out some papers
from his bag, rapidly sorted out what he
required.
" Listen," he said. " This is all I know
officially." He paused at the word " officially "
and looked at the man opposite, who raised his
eyebrows but said nothing. " On such and
such a day your boat was seized, and you and
your crew were brought here prisoners, to be
tried by the laws of the country for bearing
arms against a foreign country whilst in neutral
waters. Also for taking a man as pilot from
one of these islands and compelling him,
against his will, to sail with you on this filibus-
tering cruise.
" When the boat was searched no arms were
found, and as there was only circumstantial
evidence and the word of h ilf-a-dozen coloured
men to go on, it seemed to me a comparatively
easy matter to get you off. So it would have
been had that been all ; but I find you have
lied to me."
The half-caste lighted a cigarette and pushed
the packet across the table.
" You know there is a San Domingan war-
ship in the harbour ? " continued the lawyer.
" Yes," replied Jiminiez.
" Well, the captain reports that you have
been trying to lead a revolution in that island.
He says that you landed there a fortnight ago
and, with your crew, nearly succeeded in carry-
ing off the President."
" Yes ? "
" And that through some hitch in your plans
you were obliged to fly to your boat, leaving half
your crew behind to be cut to pieces by the San
Domingan soldiers."
" Dogs ! " flashed the listener.
" Well, the upshot of it is that your President
has sent to our Governor asking him to deliver
you to him."
A strained look came into the prisoner's eyes.
" Yes ? And the Governor ? "
" At present has refused. The war-ship leaves
to-night, and will return with the rest of the fleet
and the President himself."
The man's breath came in hard gasps and
the perspiration dropped from his brow.
" Heareaux ? Heareaux himself? "
" Yes," went on the lawyer, mercilessly ; "and
you know he will not do that for nothing ! "
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287
Jiminiez threw up his head defiantly.
" Let him come ! " he said. " He cannot
touch me here. He is merciless. So am I. I
will escape him yet ! "
I observed that his cigarette had gone out,
and offered him another. He took it with a
word of murmured thanks, but his hand shook
so that he could hardly light it.
" And that is not all," went on Burnham. " An
American yacht came in to-day."
" Well, there are many here."
" Yes, but this one carried some curious pas-
sengers. Eight hard, busy New York business
men — and they
have not come
here for plea-
sure ! "
A light came
into Jiminiez's
eyes.
" Poor fools !
They think they
lick creation,
those business
men of New
one so cold and reproachful. Send to me one
whose heart beats like mine for his home and
country ; send to me one whose blood boils at
the wrongs done to his fellow-citizens — a patriot,
a man with a soul of fire "
So carried away was I by his enthusiasm that
the calm voice of his counsel came upon me, as
upon him, like a cold-water douche.
"Sit down, man, and don't be a fool. There
is not another lawyer on the island who would
look at your case, and, at any rate, I must see
this pilot business through."
" Curse that pilot ! " said Jiminiez. " If I
had done as I wanted and put a
bullet through his head when he
whimpered for home, I should not
have been here now ! "
HIS VOICE CHANGED TO TONES OP FIERCE ANGER.
York. But they can't lick Jiminiez ! And what
may they want ? "
"You know as well as I do, Jiminiez. They,
too, want you 1 They accuse you of having got
a ship and arms from them under false pre-
tences, saying that you were going to help the
Cubans ! "
Jiminiez laughed softly.
" Ah ! Certainly I am safest in this beautiful
white prison, where the gates are so strong and
the walls so high ! " Then his voice changed
to tones of fierce anger. " Yes, Burnham, I
will tell you But, no ! I cannot speak to
I shuddered at the vindictive cruelty in the
man's voice, but the lawyer went on calmly.
"Well, decide quickly. Either you tell me
all or I give up the case."
Jiminiez walked to the door and back, then
sat down in his old position.
"Yes. I will tell you all, and then you must
save me, and I will pay you so that you will
never want again. I am a rich man, a very rich
man, and a great banker. I own much land in
San Domingo and much money in America, and
I will sign a paper giving you any sum you like
to name provided you get me away from here !
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The faintest smile crossed Burnha.m's face,
and a glint came into his eye.
" Fire away, then," he said, " and, remember,
the whole truth this time!" And this is the
tale Jiminiez told : —
I am what you call a Revolutionist, and
ought to know how to play the game, for this
is the fourteenth time I have tried my luck.
Some day I shall succeed, and Jiminiez will be
President of San Domingo.
I had planned this last attempt for months,
and the Fates seemed to be playing into my
"They know I can do it if any man can,"
said he to me, "and some day soon I shall take
up a crew, show my papers, and make my pile."
I decided the man was " talking through his
hat," so to speak, and should not have thought
of his yarn again had it not happened that the
very next evening, while I was drinking in a
saloon by the wharf, a row arose, and before I
knew what was up there was shooting, and the
next moment I saw my little friend carried out
as dead as a door-nail.
Then his yarn came back to me, and I just
went to his lodgings and got hold of his papers
1 A ROW AROSE.
hands, for at the beginning I had the biggest
piece of luck you can imagine. My own island
was too hot for me in many ways, and I was
stopping at Key West in Florida. One day I
got talking to an old coloured man, and he told
me a queer story about himself.
He said he had run many a cargo of arms
and ammunition from the northern ports to
Cuba, and that though he had never been to
New York himself, yet there were people there
— and he told me their names-rwho were
willing, whenever he presented himself, to trust
him with a fine little steam yacht and a cargo of
rifles and ammunition, and to pay him hand:
somely for running them into Cuba without
being caught by the Spaniards.
— all that I could lay hands on. You never
know how useful a dead man's papers may be
when you are on a job like mine.
The following day an idea came to me, and
the very next ship that left that port for New
York carried among its passengers myself and a
crew of old friends and patriots who were
willing to risk their lives for their country.
Well, things were even easier than I imagined
they would be. As "John Jones," with papers
to prove my identity, the syndicate of New York
business men gave me everything I wished or
desired. What that boat must have cost
them ! The up-to-date guns and rifles they
filled her with would have made any soldier's
eye glisten^
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They gave a dinner the night before I sailed,
and the number of messages I was given to
friends in Cuba was enough to sink the ship.
I took them all and cleared out, and never
touched anywhere until we reached Inagua.
I had told the Americans to have the ship's
papers made out to the capital of San Domingo,
as Cuba would then be in the direct course and
we should be all right if stopped by any meddle-
some war-ships. Money being plentiful, it was
not difficult to persuade a man from Inagua to
pilot us through the dangerous channels to San
Domingo. He little knew our errand when he
signed on, and when I at last told him our
game he struck. But we held a persuading
pistol to his head for twelve mortal hours, and
warned him that if he did not get us in we
should shoot — and we would have, too !
We dropped in at dead of night, and lay just
off the palace gardens. The President had a
fete on, and between the dances the guests
walked in the garden. We landed in a couple
of row-boats without being seen and hid among
the bushes. I knew that I should soon find
some friend of mine among the guests, and as
it turned out I was right. One of the first
persons I saw was a girl, who would have been
President herself years ago if only she had been
a man ! As it was, however, she was one of my
best helpers, but so secretly that not a soul knew
of it, or even guessed it. For she had estab-
lished herself as one of President Heareaux's
many " friends " who, in return for a comfortable
income, inform him of all secret matters they
are able to discover. Oh, he is a clever man is
Heareaux ! But Jiminiez is just as clever ! And
two can play at the same game.
As I was saying, one of the first people to
appear in the garden wras this girl. She came
down the path laughing and talking with her
partner, and stood leaning over the sea-wall
admiring the phosphorescent gleam in the water
below. Presently she turned and looked towards
the palace. The man was idly dropping stones
into the water, and, his back being turned, I
took the opportunity to step out from behind
the bush and attract her attention. She saw
me, and for the moment seemed horror-struck.
Then she nodded and I disappeared.
The strains of music came from the palace,
the man by her side offered her his arm, and
they strolled back to the dancing-room. The
minutes passed — how long it seemed ! — and then
I saw her sauntering down the path, this time
alone. As soon as I was certain that all was
safe I crept out to her.
" We thought you were dead !" she whispered.
" Not yet," I replied. " But now listen.
Bring the President here. I don't care how
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you manage it, but bring him. Tell him that
you have heard serious news which you must
tell him alone. Tell him anything you like —
but bring him."
" Trust me," she said, and I was alone once
more.
Time passed, but still they did not come. I
could hear the music of the band, and presently
the couples flocked out and five or six of them
came down my path. But the President war,
not amongst them. They returned to the
palace when the music struck up again, and the
gardens were quiet. This went on for six or
seven dances, until I began to wonder if my
friend had played me false. Or had her
courage failed her at the last moment ?
But I need not have doubted. The merry-
makers had returned to the palace for a waltz,
the rhythm of which reached me in my hiding-
place. I stirred uneasily, for my limbs were
stiff and cramped. Then the croak of a bull-
frog caught my ear, and I was all attention, for
that was our signal for the night. I peered out.
Yes, coming down the shady path were two
figures, walking quickly and speaking in under-
tones. They were the girl and the President.
" You must forgive me, your Excellency,"
she was saying, " but you know how dear to us
is the safety of your person. I have heard such
serious and disquieting news this evening that
I could not rest until I had told you all."
" Dear little Anita," he replied, " what should
I do without such loyal friends ? Well, and
what is it you have heard ? "
" I fear there is another plot to assassinate
you," she began, when he interrupted her with a
mirthless laugh.
" If you had said there was no plot on at
present it would have been more news to me,"
he said. " But tell me — is it of Jiminiez you
wish to speak ? I received intimation but a
quarter of an hour ago that the news of his
death is fictitious, and that he is even now in
the city. The guards have been doubled, and
the soldiers are ready to be called out at a
moment's notice. I trust, however—
But these words had filled me with alarm.
I was discovered. There was nothing for it but
to take immediate action. My beautiful guns
would stand me in good stead, and my lovely
little ship, with its powerful engines, so kindly
provided by my dear friends in America, could
laugh at the old-fashioned war-ships of the
Domingan Government. I rose and gave the
signal.
Quietly, stealthily, bul without hesitation, my
men appeared in the moonlight, and before there
was time for the President to make a sound
he was lying on his back, gagged and helpless.
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" BEKOKE THERE WAS TIME FOR THE PRESIDENT TO MAKE A SOUND HE WAS
LYING ON HIS BACK, GAGGED AND HELPLESS."
At that moment I could have shouted with
triumph, for I had won.
With Heareaux my prisoner, and his party
without a leader, it would be an easy matter for
me to seize the moment half the country waited
for, and I should at last be President of San
Domingo.
" Quick ! " I whispered. " To the ship ! "
We seized our man and hurried him swiftly
along the path. A turn brought us opposite the
top of the steps.
" Softly, softly," I murmured, for there, peer-
ing over the wall into the water below, was one
of the soldiers of the President's guard.
" Seize him and gag him ! " I said, " but
remember — no noise ! "
Two of my men crept forward and were
within five yards of him, when he suddenly
turned. Like a flash they were on him. But it
was too late. He fired two shots in rapid
succession, and both men fell dead. This
would not have mattered, for the next moment
a bullet had laid him lifeless, but
the reports had aroused the
guard. Before we could reach
the steps the garden was swarm-
ing with soldiers. Every bush
seemed alive. But though they
were overwhelmingly our superi-
ors in numbers, we had the
advantage of them in knowing
our own plans, whereas they
knew neither our strength nor
our whereabouts.
" To the ship ! " I cried again,
and we dashed forward, dragging
the helpless President with us.
A volley rang out, and four
or five of our men fell.
" Fools ! " I shouted, to the
pursuing soldiers ; " if you fire
you will kill your President ! "
This stopped the soldiers, and
our men fired incessantly, cover-
ing our retreat. We reached the
top of the stairs and rushed
down. There was only ten yards
of shingle between us and the
boats. Then bad luck came to
us, for in the bustle the gag got
shifted out of the President s
mouth.
"Fire!" he cried, loudly.
"Soldiers of the guard — fire!"
And as they still hesitated, and
before we had time to replace the
gag, he yelled again, " Fire ! I,
your President, command it ! "
And they fired,
up as we were, my men were
simply mown down. How Heareaux and I
escaped I do not know. But I saw the game
was up. I dropped my man, for I could not
carry him alone, made a dash for the smaller
boat, pushed off, rowed for my life — and here
I am !
There was a long silence in the cell. Bumham
was rapidly making notes, and as he gathered
up his papers he said : —
" And you cared nothing for the men you left
behind?"
Jiminiez shrugged his shoulders carelessly.
" Ah ! these things must be ! They die, and
I can at all times get more soldiers, /die, and
there is no other leader."
Burnham made no comment ; then a puzzled
look came over his face.
" But your guns — your wonderful guns ?
Where are they? There were none on your
ship when you were taken."
Bunched
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291
Jiminiez laughed out loud.
" Yes ! Where are they ? The sea-birds
know where there is a little island just made
for hiding such secrets. My beautiful guns
will still be useful some day ! "
" You remember Jiminiez ? " he said. " Well,
he got off; but whether Heareaux's ships cau
him outside or not I do not know. Tin- whole
fleet hung about for several weeks. However,
I have heard no news either of or from
Jiminiez."
I -had almost forgotten the whi
" I DRUI'WiU MY MAN, FOR I U'ULD NOT CARRY HIM ALONE."
" But these Americans want them ! "
" Tell them I dropped them in the ocean
They will never find them."
" And that is all ? "
" That is all."
I drew a long breath as we emerged once
more and drove down the long white road,
flooded in sunshine. It seemed incredible that
the peep we had just had into practically un-
known history was true, and that the negro we
had left behind us might at some time hold
the welfare of a nation in his hands !
I left Nassau before the end of the trial, but
on my arrival in England I found a letter await-
ing me from Burnham.
of the above incident when, a few months
ago, a brief notice in the Daily Telegraph
brought it back to my mind. It ran as
follows : — ■
"The cable reports from San Domingo
state that the President, General Heareaax,
has been assassinated, and that the counlry
is in a state of revolution. The leader of
the revolution is a native banker of the name
of Jiminiez."
A little later I read another paragraph :—
"Jiminiez has been elected President of San
Domingo."
So that the man whose moving story I had
heard in that quiet prison cell had reached his
goal at last !
Under Majuba Hill.
A CHRISTMAS STORY FROM SOUTH AFRICA.
By Mrs. E. Maturin.
Being an account of the terrifying experience which befell two unprotected Englishwomen living in a
lonely bungalow under Majuba Hill. Mrs. Maturin's story throws a vivid sidelight on the insecurity
of life and property in certain parts of South Africa during the period subsequent to the war.
clothes, foolishly leaving ourselves out nothing
warm to wear at all. All that was in our heavy
luggage, which might, with luck, arrive in a
month, but everything in Africa was so com-
pletely disorganized that it might be three— or
never. Picture our consternation, then, on
finding that our train was slowly climbing into a
cold, mountainous district, enveloped in clouds
and wet, grey mists. No one had told me that
Charlestown was close to the famous Majuba
Hill, right up in the Highlands of Natal !
Night was rapidly falling as we approached
Charlestown, and the cold became intense. Our
teeth chattered as we gazed out of the rain-
blurred windows up. at the famous great black
Majuba, and I asked myself what we were going
to do for that night. I had two pounds
left in the world. An hotel was impossible.
Our two pounds had to feed and house us
for three weeks in a country where an egg
then cost ninepence and a loaf a shilling ! In
the van I had a small bell-tent I had picked up
cheap, and I had intended living in it with
N— — , camped on the veldt at Charlestown ;
but, alas ! this idea melted into thin air. The
rain was so terrific, the thunder and lightning
so awful, the night so dark when landing upon
Charlestown's tiny platform, that the notion of
erecting a tent or expecting it to stand had at
once to be banished.
Well, we must spend the night in the waiting-
room, a thing we had already done several
times. We went to look for it. No waiting-
room ! Never had been any ! No one " waited "
at this lonely little station under Majuba Hill !
The station was soon empty and deserted for
the night. One miserable flickering oil-lamp
lighted up the scene. Finally, we took refuge
in an empty railway carriage down the line, and
there spent a wretched night under a roof that
leaked in every direction — soaked to the skin,
very hungry, very miserable, and wondering in a
dazed sort of fashion what on earth we were
going to do next day for a dry roof over our
heads in this benighted spot, and with no money
to get to anywhere else !
Morning dawned, with the rain more terrific
HE war was just over when the
transport landed me,, for the first
time, on Africa's shores. Myself
and my little maid N— — , who had
elected to follow my fortunes (or
misfortunes would, I think, be a more appro-
priate term) and accompany me to this country,
devastated by a three years' war, upon an
income so tiny that my friends and relations
confidently predicted that we should both starve
upon it.
Life, however, is made up of comparisons.
The man who is hanged can console himself by
thinking that, in China, he might have been
flayed alive. One has only to be wretched
enough in England to find Tinibuctoo a
delightful spot in comparison. And so it was
with me. Reasons existed why England had
become to me a nightmare.
N— - and I now had a hard time before us.
We lived without furniture of any kind in a
coolie's hut on the hills behind Durban, our
usual fare bread and butter, and sometimes
sardines, for three months ; and when the hot
weather came on, and we could afford neither
ice nor cool drinks, our sufferings became almost
unendurable. Yet I was still happier than I
had been for years. I was always singing and
bright at heart, although I expect most women
of my position would have considered my lot
too wretched for words. I never saw anyone
except my little N— — , and never wished to.
We lived in a lonely bit of jungle surrounded
by Kaffirs and Indians, and at night, no matter
how hot it was, we were obliged to fasten up
our tiny abode and exclude all air, for fear of
intruders. Sleep at last became impossible, and
we both began to feel very ill. So I went into
Durban, sought a high railway official of
influence, told him of my plight, and begged
him to grant us a free pass up into cooler
climes. He most kindly did so, giving us first-
class passes as far as his railway went — Charles-
town, on the Natal and Transvaal frontier.
Here we had to get out, for I, of course, had
no means to pay our fare farther on.
We had left Durban in our thinnest, coolest
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^93
than ever. No tent could live in such weather,
even if anyone could be found to erect it.
We had a cheap breakfast each in the little
refreshment bar of the station. Tears fell into
my plate — the first, I think, I had shed since
arriving in Africa. But I felt ill and stiff in my
sodden, thin clothes ; and the many hardships
we had gone through — the poor food for
months, the bad and insufficient water, no
furniture, and many other privations — were
beginning to tell upon us both. Many times I
told my little N ■ to leave me if she wished,
and go where she would be well housed, fed,
and paid. But she always refused. We should
both have been better off apart, but a true affec-
tion, not often existing between mistress and
maid, made us prefer any privations to parting
from each other. N , seeing my tears (very
unusual for me), tried to comfort me, reminding
me of all we had already faced and weathered,
and how wonderfully help had always come
when things seemed darkest.
" I seem to know," said she, " that we shall
sleep under a roof to-night."
"But everyone says there are no roofs here,"
I replied, " except a few tin shanties the railway
people sleep in. Never mind, let's go and look
about." It was a very serious outlook for two
unprotected Englishwomen in such a lonely
spot. The want of money
made it so. Even if the
rain stopped and the tent
became feasible, the whole
country was overrun with
lawless and desperate
characters, the scum of the
universe, who had drifted
to South Africa for the
war, had now been dis-
banded, and were roaming
the veldt, living in the
empty block-houses. Every
day the papers contained
accounts of their disrespect
for every law of God and
man. The districts of
uninhabited veldt are so
■vast in Africa that it was,
and still is, impossible to
police them efficiently,
and I had been earnestly
warned not to attempt to
live in a tent with no man,
white or black, to protect
us two women. I, how-
ever, quite failed to realize
the danger, and should
certainly have put up our
tent in a day or two.
The events that followed opened my eyes as
nothing else could have done.
It did not take long to walk round the tiny
village under Majuba Hill, whose tall, black
summit peeped now from out a bank of white
clouds to our right. " Apartments to let,
furnished," is an unknown legend in Africa.
The few tin shanties existing were occupied.
We knocked at each one, asking if they c< uld
let us have even one room, cheaply — this clause
I was forced to add — only to be told they had
not room to turn round themselves.
We were beginning to despair once more, and
a big lump was rising in my throat, when the
rain began to stop and a gleam of African
sunshine lit up a long, wet, tin roof on the hill
above us, the only one we had not visited, and a
long way off. " Let us try there," I said. We
did so. No luck again ! The engine-driver's
wife and family lived in it and filled it. They
would be leaving in a month, but what use was
that to us ?
" You look cold. Will you have some hot
cocoa and rest a bit?" said the kindly-faced
woman, seeing our looks of misery.
We were only too glad to do so. The house,
quite the largest we had seen in Charlestown,
had a small board fastened to its stoep, inscribed,
"The Sisters' Quarters." It was a huge,
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movable dwelling of polished brown- wood,
cased outside with corrugated iron, and had
been the nursing sisters' quarters in the big
hospital-camp up on that part of the veldt.
It occupied a very lonely and isolated position,
with a clean sweep of veldt between it and
Majuba Hill, which rose up at its side.
Evidences of the war-camp around were
abundant. Huge circles in the green turf
showed where hundreds of tents had stood for
many a long day. The view from the many
windows was lovely. On one side great, grim,
though green, Majuba. On another rolling
green veldt, to where the Buffalo River runs its
rocky course, with dim, purple mountains
beyond again, and the big Boer Concentration
Camp to the left, towards Volksrust.
" What a delightful abode ! " cried I, as we
stepped into "The Sisters' Quarters."
It was divided into four rooms. The centre
one was the size and height of a small church,
and we looked three little dots standing on the
great sweep of polished wood floor, and our
voices sounded hollow as they rose to the great
arched roof above us. The rooms on either
side of this huge one were, of course, just as
lofty, but smaller. The engine driver and his
family occupied the great centre room, and with
old blankets hung across this end, and this and
that corner, and so on, easily made five or six
rooms of it. Into one of these we were ushered
hospitably, and given hot cocoa to drink. In
the course of conversation something of our
plight transpired somehow, and a look of
sympathy came over our kind hostess's face as
it dawned upon her that here was an English
lady with her maid stranded in as lonely and
benighted a village as even Africa after the
war could produce ; and that unless something
" turned up," a la Micawber, our lodging that
night, and for many nights, might easily be
" the cold ground," and our canopy the stars
— or rain-clouds !
" What on earth will you do ? " cried our
hostess. " No bell-tent, put up by amateurs,
would stand a minute in the gales we get here
by night."
I laughed and said, "Something will turn up."
And we prepared to depart. Who whispered
to the homely-faced woman to stop us? Is
there any chance about these things ? I don't
think so.
Cried she, " Could you put up with the one
tiny room at the end there, where we keep our
lumber and hang our clothes ? If so, take it.
We leave this in a month for Volksrust, and
then you can have it all."
Need I say I joyfully accepted ? N and I
moved in at once with an inward prayer of grati-
tude. The rain, which had stopped, came on
again soon after, and all night roared upon the tin
roof of "The Sisters' Quarters," sweeping down
from Majuba Hill with long, moaning sounds.
Right glad were we to be under some shelter,
albeit the rain came in in various places, and
the engine-driver (who turned up coal - black
about midnight), his wife, his family, and we
were up in turns all night placing pails and
baths under the streams of water, and shifting
our beds into fresh dry spots.
On the second morning our hostess asked us
if we would like to take over the dwelling from
them at once, before Christmas. They found
their shanty at Volksrust was ready for them,
and if I would take the rent (a small one) off
their hands they would make the move now.
I agreed, and on the third morning N
and I stood up on our beautiful, lonely moun-
tain-top and watched the ox-waggons that con-
veyed our late companions and their belongings
to Volksrust slowly creeping across the frontier
into Transvaal territory. And we were alone.
We were very happy.
No idea of fear or danger disturbed our lives
those first few days in " The Sisters' Quarters "
under Majuba Hill. Our wants were few; the
weather perfect. I descended into the dorp
nearly every morning, and purchased Swiss milk,
bread, cocoa, and fruit. And upon this fare we
lived and were quite content.
Sometimes a bearded old Boer, with crape
round his battered grey felt hat, would ride up
to our lonely abode, from the distant white dots
near the Buffalo River which marked the Con-
centration Camp, and bring (in one large, dirty
bag) a medley of green peas, potatoes, grena-
dillas, mangoes, skinny fowls, and new-laid eggs,
and I now and then indulged in these extrava-
gances. We had no stove to cook on, and
never had had one since landing in Africa.
A small " Beatrice " was our sole cooking-range,
and when we ran out of oil we dug a hole in the
veldt outside, put bricks round it, filled it with
paper and bits of wood found on the camping
ground, and managed with that, unless it rained.
And if it rained we had to be content with bread
and butter, and were once several days with not
even a cup of hot tea. The thousands of beau-
tiful mushrooms which grew thick up to our
doors saved us a deal of money. N
and I would sally forth mornings (oh, what
mornings ! How blue, how still, how vast !)
with a large kitchen pail each, and fill them in a
few minutes. In a few weeks we had cooked and
eaten these edibles Jn every possible way.
N used to appear at the far door of my
cathedral-like room calling out, in tones which
might have been the announcement of the
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" I NOW AND THEN INDULGED IN THESE EXTRAVAGANCES
opening words of an anthem, that "Dinner
is ready, ma'am," whereupon I repaired to what
might have been the vestry, to sit and once more
partake of mushrooms, N sitting on one side
of the box we used for our table and I on the
other.
I have not been so happy for a long time as
during those long, still, peaceful days under
Majuba Hill, and I am sure we should have
been there now but for what occurred after this.
It was Christmas morning. I stood doing
my hair at one of my thirty-five windows,
watching, with a quiet delight, the rippling
across the green vastness beyond of thousands
of snow-white sheep, packed so close and
moving so uniformly that but for the forests of
tiny black legs twinkling you might have
believed that a great ocean of soft white surf
was pouring down from Majuba Hill into the
veldt !
Majuba's summit to-day was half hidden in a
peculiar pale yellow haze, which, like the sheep,
began to spread itself down towards us and over
little Charlestown below ! Soon everywhere in
the valley you heard a discordant sound of tin
pots and pans being beaten, and N and
I, running out to see what this could menu,
found our faces whipped as if by millions of tin-
tacks. " The locusts ! Quick ! Shut every-
thing ! " I cried,
and in we flew to
close our many
windows, hut not
before our
polished floors
were an inch thick
with the creatui
and we scrunched
them, shuddering,
under our feet :is
we ran. Then,
with shawls over
our heads, we
ducked into the
locust cloud out-
side to watch the
garden -owners
down in the valley
standing franti-
cally beating at
empty oil-tins and
saucepans in the
centre of their
gardens, thus
more or less keep-
ing the locusts
from settling.
" What a 'lovely
Christmas!" I
cried ; " a true African Christmas ! I do hope
the whole season will be typically African ! " I
little dreamt how horribly my wish was to be
granted.
After our midday meal Majuba Hill looked
so beautiful and so near that I decided I would
try and climb it, and I started. I walked and I
walked. "The Sisters' Quarters" grew smaller and
ever smaller. Charlestown disappeared entirely.
But, strange to say, Majuba receded ! It was
my first experience of the delusive effect of tin-
crystal-like clearness of veldt air. I began to
realize that the famous mountain was a Ion-
way off. I still pressed on. If I could even
reach its base, it would be something. Lang's
Nek battlefield lay somewhere near, evidently,
for a distant speck approaching me for a
full hour grew into a buxom Kaffir girl
carrying eggs in a basket with a pencilled
paper asking folks to "please buy from
Mrs. So-and-so, of Lang's Nek." That lonely
tract of landscape ! I had walked three hours,
seeing no human being. How pleased 1 was to
stop and speak to the Kaffir girl for a few
minutes ! We parted, and I went on. Another
hour of steady walking. I was now miles from
any human habitation, and, standing gazing
around me, I began to feel vaguely nervous.
Majuba Hill towered now clean above me, with
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its giant ledges running round it, very plain to
the sight. A Kaffir kraal nestled under its base,
looking home-like and happy, with its naked
black children, its
white goats and
black cattle
grazing.
Where he had
sprung from I
could never tell,
but all of a sudden
a horseman, of a
most cut-throat
and villainous
aspect, seemed to
come out of the
ground, and was
before me, scan-
ning me with no
small surprise !
An English lady
at the base of
lonely Majuba
Hill, miles from
anywhere or any-
body ! Not even
on horseback, and
evening approach-
ing ! Knowing
Africa better now,
I can see how
astonished he
must have been,
and what a mad
thing I had done.
Seeing the fellow's
unkempt, reckless
appearance, his low type of countenance, and
the bold stare he bestowed upon me, I tried
to freeze him with a glance and pass him with-
out speaking. I saw in a moment that he was
one of the many lawless characters let loose
over the country after the war, living prob-
ably in some lonely block-house and sticking at
nothing, provided he contrived to elude the
police — a very easy matter in the vast and
lonely Highlands of Natal, with a fleet pony
under you.
" Here ! stop a minute ! " cried he, getting his
horse in front of me; "be civil to a fellow,
white like yourself. It isn't so often that one
meets an English gal alone under old Majuba
that one can ride past her as if she was a dead
cow"— jerking his head towards where one of
these grim mile-stones marked the past track of
(he war.
I was trembling now. I knew I was helpless.
My best course was not to put the fellow's back
up, but be civil. So I answered his questions,
FLEW TO CLOSE OUR MANY WIN
though with some reserve. Yes, I was not long
from England. I was not living alone. Who
was I living with ? My English maid. Out
here on the veldt ?
™™^™"""" No ; near Charles-
town. Husband
out here? (seeing
my ungloved
hand). N-no — but
would be soon.
(This last with a
feeble idea it was
a good thing to
say.) Hoped I
understood what
sort of country I
was in, and had
firearms at night
— a big dog or
something of that
sort. Well, no, I
had not. Oh, how
I wished I had
said yes, I had
these protections !
But I was getting
more nervous
every moment,
and my one idea
was to end the
conversation and
get away.
Whether my
interlocutor be-
lieved me when I
at last stammered
that I was expect-
ing " a friend to join me " (here under Majuba !)
any moment, and I must really go, I am not sure.
He finally, very reluctantly, rode away towards
Charlestown, leaving me, miles from home, with
the cheerful conviction that I had completely
" given the whole show away " to as big a
villain as I had yet seen in Africa, where there
are plenty at present. It would be easy for
him to find out all about the newly arrived
English lady and her maid, living alone, if he
made the most casual inquiries at Charlestown.
Oh, heavens ! what had I done ? I must hurry
back. I could not forget the fellow's vile face,
his free and easy air, his impertinent questions.
I recalled the earnest warnings I had received,
and began to wonder if I had taken them too
lightly.
I got home at last, and N and I had a
long conversation. She did not share my fears,
however. No one would molest us. She
laughed the idea to scorn, and, I am bound to
say, succeeded in dissipating much of my own
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I ANSWERED HIS QUESTIONS, THOUGH WITH SOME RESERVE.'
fear. We barricaded " The Sisters' Quarters "
that and other succeeding nights as best we
could, with boxes against the ill-fitting doors, a
bolt on this one, and nails jammed into that one.
The first night I hardly slept at all, listening to
every sound. But gradually, when nothing
happened, I forgot my little encounter under
Majuba Hill, and went to rest at night feeling as
safe as in my London flat !
It was New Year's night. N and I had
gone to bed early, I in my "cathedral room."
she in the smaller one beyond.
For days we had not seen a living soul.
To-morrow we meant to climb together to the
very top of Majuba Hill, and we wished to start
early, while it was cool.
It must have been about one a.m. when
N sat up in bed, much astonished to hear
me talking to somebody. Who on earth could
it be at this lonely hour of the night, on this
wild and lonely veldt, far from all other habita-
tions ? A man's voice was asking questions,
and I, to N 's horror, was quietly replying
to them — in my sleep ! She quickly realizea
this, knowing that it was a peculiarity of
mine, common to some people, to reply to
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questions put me in my
sleep.
" How many of you
are there in the
house?" asked the
strange voice.
" Only two."
" Men or women ?"
" Two women — a lady
and her maid.''
" Any Kaffirs, or men
of any sort ? "
" No ; none."
" Are you armed ? "
At this point, with a
faint cry, I awoke.
The question, I think,
brought me back to
Majuba Hill, and the
individual that day who
had asked me the same
thing. At any rate, I
woke, and knew what I
had done. I sat up in
bed and breathed
N-— — -'s name. She
was already on her way
to me ; across the long
room I heard her creep-
ing in the dark, hardly
daring to breathe. I
also became aware that
men's voices, a good many, were hoarsely
whispering outside on the veldt close to a door
opposite my bed. I put out my hands in the
dark. They met N 's, cold and trembling.
We neither of us said a word for some time.
She cowered down upon my little camp-bed,
clutching to me and shuddering so violently
that I was afraid in the dense stillness that the
men outside would hear the bed shaking.
Now they began to call out again.
" Open this door, somebody ! "
I put my hand over N 's mouth, for fear
she might be tempted to reply. We clung
tighter to each other, the darkness being so
intense that, close as she was to me, not a
glimmer of her face could I see. Oh, how I
wished now that I had listened to warnings and
advice ! What would our fate be ? I recalled
the reports in the papers of tragedies occurring
from time to time just now, since the war, in
solitary regions of Africa such as this.
How could we hope to escape ? Our strange
and lonely abode, built lor a military hospital,
consisted almost entirely of windows and doors,
all of the slightest description, many of them
fastened up with bent nails, one or two hardly
fastened at all.
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If we dashed out we ran straight" into our
assailants, who, it was evident, far outnumbered
us. If we remained inside they could soon
effect an entrance. To shout for help was use-
less, and might result in our being smothered.
We were a long way off any help at all.
" Unless this door is opened at once," shouted
a coarse, rough voice, "in a jiffy, young ladies,
we shall force it. We don't want to be nasty.
Some gentlemen have come to pay you an
evening call, and only want to be civil, but if
your reception is to be a nasty, disobliging one
ours will be the same."
I need hardly state that we were not in the
least reassured by this address. N began
to completely lose her head, and whispered
passionately that it would be best to make
one dash out for it just as we were, in our night
garments, with our hair down and bare feet !
I took her hand, and whispered back to her
that such a step would be lunacy. She was to
sit still, and I would creep round my vast
chamber in the dark and see if I could find a
few clothes for us to put on.
I started across the polished floor, making for
a long deck-chair on which some clothes were
lying. I missed it and went groping about,
touching suddenly a window draped with a
blanket, close to which I knew our visitors
to be standing.
Anxious to see, if possible, how many enemies
we had to encounter, I slowly and softly raised
a corner of the blanket. A large, dark group of
men stood outside, just the kind I should
have pictured — shabby, rough clothes, slouch
felt hats, unshaven faces, high boots — and one
of them was examining a pistol ! The others
were laughing as if at some grand joke. Pre-
sently the one bending over his pistol raised his
face. It was the same man I had met under
lonely Majuba Hill ! I dropped the blanket
and crept to the long chair, seized a dressing-
gown, some shoes, a petticoat, and a shawl,
carried them back to my bed, and whispered to
N— - to quickly put on half the things, while
I donned the other half.
We dressed, still in complete silence, our
visitors shouting to us from time to time, now
in wheedling tones, now threatening to give us
only a few minutes more.
We had hardly got our clothes on when they
appeared to have come to the end of their for-
bearance, and started violently kicking and
shaking at the rickety little door. We started
up, both of us, with no clear idea what to do
when, with a loud report, a pistol was fired
straight at the thin wood and tin wall behind
my bed. The shot went with a thud through
the tin and, I imagine, stuck in the wood.
N , with a low cry, fell back fainting on my
bed. Now they started firing repeatedly at the
house, hoping, I imagine, to bring us flying out.
That some of them were hopelessly drunk, I
am sure. Perhaps all of them were more or
less so. For to fire at the house and make that
noise was quite unnecessary, when in a few
moments they could have broken the windows
and entered. Desperate in my terror, I ran for
a far corner of the room, where I knew lay a
large hammer and a heavy bar of solid iron, left
by the engine-driver. I carried them back to
the bed, shook N- — , and told her if she
became unconscious or gave way one bit we
should be murdered. Then I directed her to
smash at the first head that entered, with the
hammer, and I would do the same with the iron
bar.
All this time we were in momentary danger
of being shot, for every instant there was a
sickening report and a crash into the house-
walls, causing us to cling to each other in terror.
Suddenly the window close to us was shivered,
and we both distinctly heard a shot whiz past
our heads as we sat on the bed. At the same
moment three or four of the men smashed the
remaining panes of glass, tore down the blanket,
and began struggling into the room.
With a sensation of real pleasure and, strange
to say, very little fear now, I brought down my
iron bar on to the first head with one hard
crack ! Then I heard N— -'s hammer on
another head, and a loud, howling curse as both
men tumbled in a heap on to the floor ! But
others still strove to enter. It was still, ot
course, pitch-dark, except for the faint light that
now entered through the broken window. One
or two men, who had evidently been stationed
on the other side of the house to stop our
escape there, now rushed round to the broken
window. I was not sure if there were others
still left there, but we had to chance that, for
it was now or never ; the fallen men were
reviving, and the others would soon clamber in.
Dragging N— - along by the arm to the door
on the other side I slipped back the bolt noise-
lessly, and we passed out, closing the door just
as noiselessly behind us !
Thanks to the darkness and the vast size of
my room, I hoped our escape would not in the
confusion be discovered for a few moments.
But even then it was a desperate case. There
is no cover for terrified fugitives on the African
veldt. Once out upon it we should be in full
view of our pursuers, for it was a light night, a
struggling moon overhead ever and anon sail-
ing out from stormy clouds with temporary
brilliance.
But Fate befriended us strangely well.
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BOTH MEN TUMBLKU IN A HEAT ON TO THE F- LOOK.
Pouring in soft, white, fleecy masses down from
Majuba Hill came miles upon miles of dense,
wet, white mist, to surround " The Sisters'
Quarters " at this critical moment. How strange !
How wonderful ! For, although Majuba Hill is
often itself enveloped in clouds, never once
before had we beheld them descend to the
broad veldt below, and we have since been told
that it only occurs perhaps once in a year !
Like a great veil of softest white cobweb, it
wrapped itself round our lonely abode up to its
very doors ; so soft, so white, so dense, that if
you stretched out your arm into it you could
hardly see the fingers of your hand clearly.
Into that sheltering mi>t our two half-clad
forms now dipped — and vanished !
N and I took each other's hand and ran
as if for our lives. Looking back, we found, to
our joy, that we were quite hidden. No sign of
" The Sisters' Quarters " could be seen. But in
a very few seconds we heard shots behind us.
Our escape had been discovered. We knew
now that our position, if caught, was very
desperate, for it was certain our assailants would
not risk allowing us to live to tell the tale that
would land them in prison for
many a long year.
Over and over again N
nearly fainted, and had to be
reminded by me of the in-
evitable consequences if she-
gave way. She ran along, as
I did, panting cruelly. The
voices behind us were our
only guide. Winn they came
in one direction we turned
and took another, my great
fear in doing this being that
we might be describing a
circle, and find ourselves
back at our starting - point.
So far as we could judge in
the blinding wet whiteness,
we had our faces set for
Majuba Hill.
Another terror knocked at
my heart, whose thumping
pit-pats alone nearly choked
me. This great, soft, moun-
tain mist might dissolve at
any moment as quickly as it
had descended. Then, if the
moon flooded the dark veldt,
our forms would be seen dis-
tinctly, and from a great dis-
tance. Oh, for some friendly
shelter before this occurred !
A kopje, a boulder, a block-
house— anything !
On and on we ran. We had to cease running
at last, or we should have dropped. We fell
into a scurried half walk. I had only stockings
on, no shoes, and my feet were getting pricked
and torn with the thistles and other thorny little
growths of the veldt. Suddenly voices again
came out of the mist not very far off. Again we
started running, making a sharp curve to the
right. We must now have run almost two miles,
and had no idea where we were. We began to
feel utterly and completely exhausted. All my
energy was going. I began to care very little
what became of us.
" Let us give it up,'
lie down and chance it.
ma'am."
" A few steps more,'
two minutes."
That two minutes saved us ! ( 'rash
went suddenly into some barbed wire and bushes
of pomegranate. A garden ! A house !
It loomed out of the whiteness, a pretty little
place, its porch smothered in roses. We burst
open a little wooden gate, and almost fell into
that porch. Battering at the door with our
said N- — . " Let us
I can't run any farther,
said I ; "just another
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hands, we cried loudly to the sleeping inmates
to open to us.
In another minute we were safe. English-
men in pyjamas, with loaded pistols. An
English lady in a dressing-gown and curl-papers.
I just took it all in and then fell into a chair,
and, on the chance of their oeing some of
the delinquents, they arrested them on minor
charges and dispatched them to Pietermaritz-
burg.
N and I soon after this left for
Johannesburg, but until that day came we
IN ANOTHER MINUTE WE WERE SAKE.
and, when I came to, found wine being pressed
to my lips and N sobbingly telling the
story to our hostess. I was told that her
husband and son had started off with their
revolvers, dogs, and Kaffir servants for " The
Sisters' Quarters."
The rest is quickly told. On arriving at our
abode not a sign of our assailants was found,
beyond a certain amount of ruin and loot.
They had doubtless heard the Englishmen
coming and had bolted.
The Natal police scoured the country-side for
two weeks after this in search of the miscreants.
They found several doubtful-looking characters
occupying block-houses and caves in the kopjes,
never again slept in " The Sisters' Quarters"
under Majuba Hill without three troopers of
the Natal police patrolling the house all night
long.
One morning early the train bore us away
from pretty little Charlestown — away to fresh
fields and pastures new in the Transvaal, and
to that great, dusty mining-camp, Johannesburg.
The morning sun shone on the white tin roof of
"The Sisters' Quarters" up on the Hog's Back
above us. He shone, too, on great, silent
Majuba Hill, so cruel once to our people, but so
kind, with its friendly clouds and sheltering white
mist, to those two lonely and besieged English'
women dwelling beneath its rugged crest.
SANCTUARIES IN THE ROCKS.
By Herbert Vivian.
Scattered about in various parts of Europe are a number of remarkable castles, monasteries, and
cemeteries, hewn out of the solid rock no one knows how many ages ago. Some of the most extra-
ordinary of these places are described and illustrated in this article.
HE most convincing fairy - stories
always contrive to introduce us
to subterranean palaces, where
mysterious beings hold high revels
by the light of enormous precious
stones. The nearest approach to these in real
life is perhaps afforded by various salt-mines in
America, Siberia, and Transylvania, where vast
saloons are glorified by walls of glittering
crystals, whose intense whiteness almost blinds
the beholder. But the atmosphere of hard
labour, the sober business methods, and the
noise of machinery are inimical to gnomes and
fairy princesses, who can have scant patience
with money-making and the modern world.
There are, however, certain ancient castles,
monasteries, and cemeteries, built in the living
rock goodness knows how long ago or by'
whom — perhaps the Jinns of King Solomon —
which afford ideal scenes for supernatural romance,
and at the same time present a sufficiently
fantastic and picturesque appearance to entrance
even the most sceptical and matter-of-fact tourist.
Such is the strange fortress of Belogradchik,
seen in the first photograph reproduced, which
dominates the Servian frontier from the north-
west corner of Bulgaria. At a distance you
espy only a great mass of red sandstone,
resembling a number of deformed fingers ; but
on drawing nearer you may distinguish first
some white battlements at the top, and, finally,
a little wizened guard-house clinging like a
limpet against the side. The general effect is
beautiful as well as mysterious, and the fortress
must be singularly strong, perhaps almost
impregnable even in these days of terrific
artillery. This strange construction was the
work of the Turks some seventy years ago, but
there is evidence that natural caverns here were
used and strengthened for military purposes in
the days of the Romans. Entering through the
guard-house we find ourselves in a lofty hall,
several hundred yards in length. A crevice in
the outer rock has afforded an opportunity for
loopholes for guns. A gate on the south side
leads to a second hall, somewhat similar to the
first. Thence we pass to a third, which is of
enormously high masonry, embedded in the
THK STRANGE FORTRESS UF BEL/JGRA DCH1K — " NO M 'UK APPROPRIATE LA.IR. COVLP HE IMAGINED
From a, Photo^
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sandstone. In the case of a successful assault
the garrison could escape through a small door
in the wall, scramble up stairs and ladders, and
take refuge on a fortified terrace, where they
could hold out for a considerable time. In the
event of a Servian invasion this weird fortress
would be very useful to the Bulgarians, as it
commands the high road from the valley of
the Nishava to the fortress of Vidin on the
Danube, and large numbers of men as well as
plentiful stores of arms and ammunition could
be concealed within its great gloomy chambers.
No more appropriate lair could be imagined for
a brigand chief or an ogre-king.
For further examples of similar architecture
outline, one pinnacle of which resembles a
Queen with a crown on her head, a great
cathedral of blood-red rock juts out to the
very edge of the railway line beside a sluggish
river, as seen on the following page. Many
feet up — mere black spots on the surface of the
rock — we may discern the one door and window
of the edifice, and a narrow, winding path leads
us thither without serious peril. On making our
way in we find ourselves in a wide gallery —
depicted below the previous photograph-
flanked on the left by dark grottoes or cells,
which have certainly not been inhabited for
many hundreds of years. Tradition has but
little to say concerning the history of this strange
U_^o. ■ ■
ANATOLIA, SHOWING THE CURIOUS STRATA.
[Photo.
we must travel to Anatolia, where several extra-
ordinary dwelling-places are to be found in the
neighbourhood of the famous Bagdad railway,
which has been attracting so much attention of
late. The character of the rock hereabouts is well
illustrated by the above photograph. Though
very susceptible to the action of the elements
and readily inclined to crumble, it is far stronger
and more durable than might be imagined, and
many underground constructions have survived
in excellent condition since prehistoric times.
Perhaps the most wonderful of these is the
mysterious old monastery of Kessiktash, in the
neighbourhood of Angora. With a fanciful
place, which was more probably a refuge of
hermits (perhaps even of robbers) rather
than a regular monastic establishment. In-
deed, the only authority for the monastery
theory is a German traveller, Captain Anton,
who published a book about the district in
1895. He claims to have discovered three
monasteries hereabouts. The inhabitants of the
neighbouring village are Armenian shepherds,
and they may have utilized the caves for
religious worship in times of persecution. The
corridors and cells have certainly been con-
structed by human agency, but there are no
religious symbols to be found. This may, how-
SANCTUARIES IN THE ROCKS.
303
From a)
INSIDE THIS CKAG IS AN ANCIENT MONASTERY HEWN OUT OK THE SOLID ROCR.
ever, have been a measure of precaution. One
of the rooms — seen in the fifth photograph
does happen to be shaped like a cross, and
this is reputed to be the chapel. There are
From a\
ONE OK THE GALLERIES OK THE MONASTERY JIH THE ROCKS.
[P/wlo.
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THE CHAPEL OF THE MONASTERY — THE RECESSES ARE RELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN ALTARS.
From a Photo.
certain recesses which may have done duty as
altars, but even this is open to doubt. In any
case this great dwelling-place in the rocks has
every appearance of antiquity and mystery. We
may believe the local tradition, which confers
monastic associations ; if not, we may give
free play to our imagination and be sure that
this has often been a home of romance. Before
the intrusion of a railway Kessiktash must have
enjoyed complete seclusion, for it could only be
approached by goat-tracks, and travellers might
have passed the rocky citadel a hundred times
without ever suspecting the labyrinth of passages
and caves concealed within.
]
A BYZANTINE CHURCH II
;K NEAR AYASH-IN, BELIEVED TO DATE FROM THE SIXTH CENTURY.
from 4 Photo,
SANCTUARIES IN THE ROCKS.
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Captain Anton reports another and even
stranger monastery near Gudur, in the neighbour-
hood of Ayash. It is situated in an almost
inaccessible position on the western slope of the
Sivri-tepe. The rocky walls are over one
hundred feet in thickness, and the various
chambers have either wide windows or are fully
open to the air, overlooking a wild mountain-
torrent. There are five or six stories, one above
the other, with staircases to connect them. In
the centre is a large open hall, which is supposed
to have been a chapel ; it is connected by
passages with the rest of the building, and could
monasteries. From the style and shape it is
supposed that the church was built in the sixth
century, or even earlier. At any rate, there is
no trace of Christianity in this region before the
time of Constantine. The soft rock lent itself
to the construction of catacombs, but none
of the tombs have revealed any Christian
emblems which date back beyond the fourth
century.
How far the Christian churches or monasteries
were fresh constructions remains open to debate.
Many of them were probably adaptations of pre-
existing Phrygian tombs, some of which are
A PHRYGIAN TOMB NEAR KEUKCHE-K IS-~| K.
from a Ptwto.
have accommodated a very large number of
worshippers.
Not far from this, near Ayash-in, are the
remains of a subterranean church of Byzantine
origin. Here, as will be seen from one of the
photos., there is no attempt at concealment, and,
externally at any rate, the architecture is far
more ambitious. The tower is well formed, the
arches and windows were evidently cut out with
some skill, and have stood the wear and tear of
time better than might have been anticipated
from the softness of the rock. There are even
traces of decoration on a far more ambitious
scale than any to be found in the rock-
Vol. xiv.— 39.
traceable as far back as 700 B.C. Such rock-
tombs are peculiar to Phrygia and the eastern
shores of the Mediterranean. The older ones
are merely rough rectangular holes, always very
difficult of access. Later came low, narrow
rooms, first singly, then opening out of one
another, and then flanking long passages. One
of the most perfect— that near Keukche-Ki
a station on the Anatolian railway— is well shown
in the above illustration. The central hall
seems to have been supported by a large pillar
in the centre, but this has now disappeared.
The roof has been made flat, with a rude imita-
tion of wooden beams. In the walls are quaint
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recesses, like dummy cupboards. Three well-
worn steps lead to a chamber further inland, and
a narrow passage admits to a small cell on the
left. In the corner is a triangular trough, which
may have been used for cooking and seems to
suggest that the tomb was inhabited at some
period in its history. Various indications point
to a Roman origin, a very rare event in this
neighbourhood, which was quite out of the
regular trade-routes. There are also rustic
imitations of Greek decoration, which are no less
difficult to explain.
Not far from this tomb, at Arslan Kaya, is a
very remarkable edifice, of prehistoric origin and
extraordinary appearance, standing out as a
landmark near the summit of a parched hill.
Many of the tombs
in this neighbour-
hood have elabo-
rately-carved
facades, but this .
striking monu-
ment, the subject
of the next photo.,
is thought to be a
Pagan sanctuary.
The geometrical
carpet - pattern in
front is unique
among all the
monuments of an-
tiquity. It serves
as a frame for a
recess, where a
heraldic lion ramp-
ant rests his fore-
paws on a stone,
whose shape has
been obliterated
by time. Up
above, inside a
triangle, are two
winged sphinxes
facing each other on either side of a column.
They have long ears and flat faces of singular
malevolence. On the other side is a double
door, which seems to have possessed a- knocker
once upon a time. You pass into a tiny room
whose wall is ornamented with a mysterious
piece of sculpture. In the centre is a female
figure with long draperies and a high tiara.
On either side of her, as supporters, are
lionesses gardant.
I have seen many rock-dwellings in various
parts of the world — at Granada, near Guadix, in
the south of Tunisia, etc. — but I doubt whether
any of them possessed the antiquity, and I am
certain that none of them offered the interest,
which belong to these venerable fanes in Anatolia.
No doubt they
have as yet been
explored but
superficially. That
is an omission
which the facilities
of the new railway
should soon en-
able us to repair.
Enterprising arch-
aeologists may well
be encouraged by
the scientific re-
wards which have
already attended
excavators in
Western Asia, and
it is by no means
impossible that a
great flood of light
might here be
thrown upon the
life, manners, and
religion of the
ancients. At any
rate, the attempt is
worth an effort.
A I'AUAN SANCTUARY OF UNKNOWN ANTIQUITY, CARVED OUT OF I.1U\ ROCK
AT THE SUMMIT OF A LOFTY Hll.L.
From a Photo,
The Cars of Juggernaut — A Monster Turtle — Where Moses- was Hidden in
Moving in the West Indies, etc.
the Bulrushes House-
mXm
HE accompanying photograph depicts
the great cars of Juggernaut com-
mencing their journey down the
Baradand, the main street of the
town of Puri, in Bengal. When
everything is ready for the grand procession the
large hempen ropes are adjusted on the cars,
the bugle sounds,
the police form a cor-
don round the cars,
and Bala ram, the
elder brother of Jug-
gernaut, starts on his
triumphal way. The
cars are each dragged
in turn by a special
class of coolie, who
are largely assisted by
the immense num-
bers of pilgrims who
throng to the town for
the festival, and every
one of whom long to
have the supreme
felicity of dragging the
cars and thereby rend-
ing asunder the bonds
of sin for ever. At
the first movement of
the car, which has
just taken place in the
photograph, the joy
and shouts of the
crowd, the exhorta-
tions of the priests.
the creaking sounds as the ponderous machines
roll along, the din made by hundreds of harsh-
sounding instruments and the vast concourse of
people, produce a bewildering effect on the be-
holder. Happily, the days are over for ever when
fanatical devotees threw themselves down and
allowed the great cars to crush out their lives.
THE GREAT CARS OF
From a]
JUGGERNAUT,
ALLOW
UNDER THE PONDEROUS WHEELS OF WHICH DEVOTEES USED TO
THEMSELVES TO BE CRUSHED TO DEATH.
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r
FISHKKMKN S I I
IF. WATCHERS CAN DISCE
IACH OF A SHOAL.
From a Photo.
As you enter the Bosphorus from the Black
Sea you may observe a number of strange,
rickety little wooden shanties perched up on
stilt-like legs as far from the shore as the depth
of the water permits. They are covered with
rough matting and entered by elementary
ladders. Two or three fishermen live in each
hut, taking it in turns to occupy the look-out
and watch for fish. These look-outs are either
little cage-like sentry-boxes of ill-fitting planks or
else mere perches projecting into the air. Some-
one must always be there, keeping a sharp watch
upon the waters, for at any moment a gentle
ripple may be discern d in the distance, and that
indicates the approach of
a shoal. Then the signal
must be given with all
speed, for there is no time
to be lost. The watchman
emits a penetrating musi-
cal cry like that of a muez-
zin on a minaret ; long
ropes, connecting the
signal boxes with the fisher-
men's cottages on shore,
are feverishly agitated ;
and in a trice all is bustle
and hurry. Boats and
nets are brought out,
and sometimes very big
hauls indeed are secured.
During the night the
advent of a shoal is
recognised by a pecu- From a]
liar phosphorescence on the face of the
waters.
The following illustration shows an
"Ezbeh" or fellaheen mud village in Lower
Egypt. All the houses are built of sun-dried
bricks plastered with mud, and are generally
circular in shape, with one door and no fire-
place. It is said that earth is a good building
material, being antiseptic and absorbent, and of
this fact the fellah takes — in his own way — full
advantage. When the floor of his hut has
become so littered up with filth as to seriously
affect the standing room, he breaks through the
domed roof and builds another house on top
A MUD VILLAGE IN LOWER EGYPT.
[Photo.
ODDS AND ENDS.
509
THE LARGEST MARINE TURTLE EVER CAI'TURED — IT WEIGHED TWELVE HUNDRED POUNDS, AND WAS CAUGHT
From a] at san pedro, California. [I' koto.
of the old one. This quaint practice probably
accounts for the numerous mounds containing
accumulations of rubbish and old pottery which
are scattered about the country.
After a severe gale on the Pacific Coast a
fisherman caught the monster turtle shown above
in the harbour of
San Pedro, the port
of Los Angeles,
California. This
leviathan weighs
twelve hundred
pounds, and is by
far the largest
marine turtle ever
captured. The big-
gest previously
known weighed
eight hundred and
fifty pounds, and
was found in the
Galapagos group of
islands by Lord
Rothschild's expedi-
tion several years
ago and taken to
London. The age
of the captive here
shown is estimated the spot marked bv the c
. 1 J J VISITING CAIRO AS the tkaditionai
at three hundred From a) in the b
years. The shell on the San Pedro turtle is six
and a half feet long and five and a half feet
wide. The monster was sent to the World's
Fair at St. Louis for exhibition.
The snap-shot next reproduced was taken at
Cairo recently by a naval officer. " The spot
indicated by the
cross," he writes,
"is pointed out by
the guides to tour-
ists 'doing' Cairo
as the traditional
place where Moses
was hidden in the
bulrushes of the
Nile. As will be
seen from the
photo., the bul-
rushes have long
since disappeared,
a prosaic concrete
e m b a n k ment
having taken their
place." It would
be interesting to
know what founda-
tion there is, if
any, for this
picturesque and
quaint legend.
POINTED OUT BY GUIDES TO TO!
PLACE WHERE MOSES WAS HIDDEN
ULRUSHES. [Photo.
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A NEGRO HOUSE-MOVING IN THE WEST INDIES.
From a Photo, by Jose Anjo, St. John's, Antigua.
The West Indian negro, when he desires to
shift his residence, can do so with an ease and
expedition that rivals the achievements of the
traditional tent-folding Arab. The darkies live
in wooden huts of small dimensions, and when
they want a change of location they take their
houses with them. The huts are raised above
the ground on stone props a foot or so high,
and when it is desired to move them one or
two small trucks, accord-
ing to the size of the
house, are run under-
neath and the whole affair
is hauled to the new site,
as shown in our photo-
graph, by the occupier
and his friends, who
lighten their labours by
singing characteristic
negro melodies. 1 >e-
faulting tenants, who dis-
appear and take their
houses with them, would
add a new terror to the
life of the suburban land-
lord.
Visitors to Tangier,
Morocco, will recognise
in the subject of our
next photograph a well-
known character of that
city. This man is a
noted snake - charmer,
and in the snap - shot
reproduced he has got
his tongue between the
snake's jaws. After this
performance, to show
there is no deception,
he goes round the audi-
ence and shows his
tongue bleeding from the
result of the bite. After
this somewhat repulsive
exhibition the snake-
charmer placed the head
of the snake close to his
open eye, without injury.
Whether this was due to
some influence which the
man possessed, or to the
reptile's fear of the glare
in his eye; the correspon-
dent sending the picture
was unable to discover.
The man had scores of
snakes in the canvas
bag by his side, and
treated them all in the
while his assistant discoursed
sweet "music."
On the next page is a snap-shot from Cape
Coast Castle, showing a party of Wongara
natives celebrating Christmas in their own
fashion, with much noise and shouting. The
instruments of the band shown in the centre
of the picture are somewhat curious and a
trifle cumbrous, but the sounds produced
same
manner,
" i
THE SNAKE-CHARMER OK
TANGIER, A WELL-KNOWN LOCAL CHARACTER
From a Photo.
ODDS AND ENDS.
3ti
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•....«
used as in the olden days, and the
"Black Marias" row between it
and the railway station, or any
other point in the city when- it is
necessary to convey thieves and
other criminals. The little cabin
can be locked, and its window
is barred. Should the gondola
"Black Maria" upset the caged
prisoner would have a bad time
of it, and probably drown inside
his box. All tilings considered,
the Venetian prison-van is pro-
bably the most picturesque in the
world — and the most secure.
Hazardous long-distance voy
ages in small boats seem to be
on the increase. Only a month
or so ago we published accounts
of two remarkable journeys of
A CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL AT CAPE COAST
From a] castle. {Photo.
from them are not altogether
without harmony.
The photograph below shows
the " Black Maria," or prison-
van, of Venice. As will be seen
it takes the inevitable Venetian
form of a gondola. One or two
of these " Black Marias " may
always be noticed lying moored
beside the prison to which the
Bridge of Sighs leads from the
I )oge's Palace. The prison is still
THE BLACK MARIA
From a Photo. by\
-VAN OF VENICE.
OF A GONDOLA.
:es the characteristh form
| // 'ard Muir.
THIS I.ITTI E PI >R1 V-l i'i| LI
ENGLAND IN AUGUST LAM BOUND FOR
From a] AUSTRALIA. [Photo.
this kind, and now another
enterprise of a similar
nature claims attention. The
above photograph represents
the Brighton, a forty - fool
ketch which left Brighton,
England, on the 20th of
August, bound for Australia.
The little vessel is manned
by two men and a dog, and
the main object of their
adventurous voyage is to
search among the uninhabited
islands of the South Atlantic
Ocean for the brother
one of the pair. This brother
was shipwrecked some
years ago and never again
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heard of, and it is thought
that he may have been
cast away on one of these
islands. '■ The progress of
this remarkable quest
will be watched with
interest.
At first sight the next
photograph looks a little
startling, but for the
benefit of timid readers
we hasten to assure them
that the alligator is quite
dead. Otherwise, as with
the adventurous young
lady who went for a ride
on a tiger, the little
girl would probably be
"inside," and her happy
smile transferred to. the
face of the alligator.
The monster was
shot about two miles
from the New Sanford
House Hotel, at Sanford, Florida,
measured fourteen feet in length,
from a.\
A STARTLING SNAI'-SHOT FROM FLORIDA.
{Photo.
He
and
was estimated to be over two hundred years
old.
Widow Simpsons
Journey
JIMaqsierTurtfe
& Gold-fish Farm
v- The Moonshiners
Ac Princess's
LoVe Story
\ FlGHT WITH A STINO-I^AY
how the bushrangers
Came to Nulla
<*?
THE NOVEL MAP-CONTENTS OF " THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE," WHICH SHOWS AT A GLANCE THE LOCALITY OF EACH ARTICLE
AND NARRATIVE OF ADVENTURE IN THIS NUMBER.
"WE SOON LOOSENED THE BOGUS BRICKWORK BLOCKING UP THE PASSAGE."
(see page 323.)
The Wide World Magazine.
Vol. XIV.
FEBRUARY, 1905.
No. 82.
♦ 4
CASTLE DANGEROUS.
By Captain Wilton Forster, Late of the Imperial Chinese Navy.
"Castle Dangerous" was the nickname of a Chinese fort built to protect a district against
pirates and banditti. Six times these gentry had attacked and captured it, putting the hapless
defenders to death, and when Captain Forster was placed in command he prepared for an exciting
time. Almost too late he discovered that the place was a veritable death-trap, and had to resort
to a desperate and startling expedient to save himself and his men.
HO it was that first gave the fort on
the Si-kiang, just below Wu-chau,
on the borders of Kwang-tung and
Kwang-si, the title of that yarn of
Sir Walter Scott's, by which it came
to be known far and wide, I cannot pretend to
say. But I can vouch for the suitability of the
sobriquet- and, to come to the point, it was a
personal experience of mine at that border
death-trap which enables me to do so. Perhaps
it was because I had already been very success-
ful for so young an officer that, when poor
Captain W- — was killed whilst endeavouring
to hold this uncanny station, I was selected
to fill the vacancy. The officer that W
had replaced had also one dark night
been left for dead by the same rascally
smugglers (reinforced by " Black Flags " and
pirates) who had attacked the place before.
Moreover, on four previous occasions " Castle
Dangerous " had been stormed and those
who resisted put to the sword. Such, then,
was its interesting record when I received
orders to take charge. However, my application
to be allowed to take forty picked men of my
own ashore with me was not only granted, but a
requisition that I had sent in for a supply of
English powder was promptly complied with.
My love of adventure, therefore, got the upper
hand of my prudence, and the shocking tragedies
that had been enacted at my new station were
utterly disregarded. The broad grins, too, that
I saw on the faces of the " Forty Thieves," as
my Flakkas were most unnecessarily nick-
named, greatly pleased me — for none knew the
risk we took better than they !
All the glamour of a glorious sunset had fallen
upon the white walls and battlemented tower of
" Castle Dangerous " when I first set eyes upon
it from the bridge of my hired tug-boat as she
rounded the bend of the river near which it
Vol. xiv,— 40.
stood. Here and there, just peeping out from
small clumps of trees, were the "family houses"
of rich men, their quaintly-decorated walls and
queer-shaped roofs all most wonderfully and
fearfully embellished with marvellous porcelain
monsters. Just behind these was the main road
that led from one province into the other, and
beside it, but slightly above, stood the station
— half Custom-house, half fort— that had given
such umbrage to the border desperadoes. High
hills, clothed with bush, rose at a distance ol
about eight or nine hundred yards from its
flanks, whilst its rear commanded a long stretch
of broad river, by the side of which stood a
village. Hence "Castle Dangerous " occupied
almost die centre of a valley nearly a mile long
and rather less in width, which sloped down on
two sides towards the water, whilst along its
highest part — a low ridge — passed the only
road leading over the border. These details
need to be understood in view of subsequent
happenings.
The oldest part of the fort was a brick build-
ing, which had been intentionally or accidentally
so designed as to render it merely suitable for a
Chinese Customs Station. It was in reality a
magnified house, with unusually stout briek
walls and a tiled roof; but, being eventually
discovered to be indefensible, a strong, square
stone tower had been added, the flat roof of
which was capable of allowing nine-pounder
guns to be worked upon it. whilst its windows
— few and small — were supplemented by some
loop-holes for rifle lire, though not enough.
This- the only part that really had any pre-
tensions to be called a "fort'" was virtually a
wing of the older building, with which it com-
municated by doors cut through its walls on
each floor. Upon the roof I found two anti-
quated Chinese iron guns and two wooden
dummies. Personally, I think I would almost
rather have attempted to fire the dummies ! I
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promptly made up my mind to have all these
four frauds out of it that very night, and to
commandeer the two new brass " nines " out of
our vessel.
The next cheerful discovery I made was that
a most barefaced " squeeze " had been effected
by the officials in having a wooden veranda on
wooden pillars built running round the brick
building, instead of a brickwork one on stone
supports, which doubtless had been charged for.
However, the only door by which either part of
the fort could be entered from the outside was
of thick teak, covered with iron plating and
secured by stout iron bars. This opened info a
large hall, on either side of which were two
great guard-rooms capable of containing twenty-
five Chinese apiece. Underneath these were a
strong-room and store, and behind these again
a dark, cavern-like cell that apparently extended'
as far as the foun-
dations of the only
house between the
fort and the vil-
lage.. This place
had certainly been
used for extorting
confessions from
prisoners by some
of my Mandarin
predecessors, as
the various un-
canny instruments
of torture then
rotting or rusting
in disuse clearly
testified. Why the
house over the
farthest end of the
v-aul t had not
been pulled down
rather puzzled me.
As it was empty,
however, and the
dark cell near its
foundation then
disused, I had a
large number of
kegs of powder
carefully trans-
ferred from the
open store - room
and deposited there for still greater security.
My quarters and those of my European petty
officers were situated upon the floor above the
hall and guard-rooms. My rooms (for coolness)
had had their original four small windows en-
larged into " French " ones, that were virtually
double glass doors, with wooden Venetian
shutters. This was a sad blunder of my un-
I NOTICED THAT A LAkGE NATIVE VESSEL WAS SHIFTING HEK MASTHEAD
LIGHT ABOUT."
fortunate predecessor's, as they — like a similar
window in the store-room— opened upon the
large wooden veranda running round the front
of the "fort."
Two months had passed without the slightest
attempt being made to molest us, and my men
in consequence began to chafe at the un-
wontedly tight hand I kept over them and the
numerous precautions I still insisted on taking.
One night as I sat on the roof, listening to the
measured tread of the sentries and listlessly
staring down at the black waters of the broad
river beneath me, I noticed that a large native
vessel, a new-comer, was shifting her masthead
light about without the slightest rhyme or reason
that I could discover — except it were for signal-
ling. A mere trifle, doubtless, and possibly the
motive for it was a harmless one, but as I
happened to have a high official of the native
Customs staying
at the fort, who
had a very large
amount of silver
in mat sacks with
him, I was just
then even more
than ordinarily
suspicious of all
trifles. So, going
below, I tapped
quietly at the door
of the Europeans'
sleeping-room, and
warned my ser-
geant-instructor,
Stanley, to send
young Gamble, the
petty officer, out
in the dinghy with
orders to keep a
wary eye upon the
stranger's move
ments, especiall)
just before dawn,
and to report im-
mediately the least
sign of anything
unusual aboard
her.
Then, seeing
that some of my
smartest hands were doing " sentry-go," I
turned in. Nor was I disturbed till some
time after sunrise the next morning, when, as
I sat writing my report, Stanley knocked at my
door.
"Well, what is it?" I said, annoyed at the
interruption.
" Young Gamble, sir, has not returned, and I
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can see nothing of your little dinghy or the
strange vessel either."
''Indeed! Then send the interpreter up at
once."
But he was already waiting on the veranda to
speak to me, and anxiously inquired if I would
come and look at the strange vessel. " Missir
'Tanley no can see, 'cause he just then t'other
side the hill."
" Why should I go ? " I interrupted.
" Because I think you will know he, sir."
So, picking up my glass, I reluctantly re-
linquished my report and climbed up the hills
on our right, whence a good view of the
other side of the bend of the river was obtain-
able.
" There she is, sir ! " excitedly shouted my
interpreter, as he scrambled round a projecting
point, and when I brought my glass to bear my
involuntary whistle told him all he wanted to
know. For below us and not more than a mile
away lay the largest vessel of a notorious leader
of river-pirates and long-shore banditti— one
Mew-ah-Pew ! Now, this desperado had long
been "wanted " for murders of officials, piratical
attacks on European and native vessels, many
acts of brigandage, and the looting of several
small towns, two of them in British territory.
Hence I quickly grasped the fact that the
arrival of this desperado and his men was what
the local smugglers and " Black Flags " (who had
lately been very troublesome) were waiting for
before attacking " Castle Dangerous " for the
seventh time ! Fortunately, from the position
I had then gained, I could just make out
the dinghy's sail far up the river, ap-
parently making for the fort. Running back
to the fort, I commenced my preparations
for checkmating the plans of this confederacy
of rascals, my men almost tumbling over each
other in their eagerness to get to work on the
defences. The lower windows were first blocked
with pyramids of great stones, small crevices
only being left to fire through. Then a strong
barricade of stones and mat-bags full of earth
was built up some three yards behind the door,
in a semicircle, the least dangerously honey-
combed of the Chinese guns being hoisted up
from below and placed upon the less rotten of
the two carriages. The greatly reduced charge
of powder inserted was compensated for by an
extra dose of grape-shot, and then this rather
doubtful weapon was run into the centre of the
barricade, through which its muzzle protruded.
The fire-buckets were filled and placed near the
wretched wooden veranda, upon which some
mat-bngs of earth were placed, but as this crazy
structure had also to bear the weight of eight
or nine men to defend it, not nearly so many as
it needed could be used. Barricades were built
up behind the great windows, the small ones
were partially blocked up, the cook-houses dis-
mantled, and then I ordered my men to get an
early evening meal.
During dinner Gamble returned, much
exhausted and somewhat scared at his narrow
shave of being captured. He reported, how-
ever, that the strange vessel was full of men,
carried eight long twelve-pounders on each
broadside, and had two " short sixes " on her
stern, whilst several large boats were made fast
alongside her.
We did not have long to wait for the coming
of the pirates. Darkness had already fallen
when, happening to look through one of the
loopholes by the side of the door, I was startled
at hearing a voice a little distance off, the
owner of which was quite invisible, demanding
admittance.
" What do you want, my man ? " I shouted
back.
" To' speak to the head foreign officer."
" More better you take care, ca-pi tan," sud-
denly broke in one of my men, nicknamed
" The Bird of 111 Omen." " My can savvy he
voice ; he must belong Mew-ah-Pew ! "
" Be quiet, Bird," I ordered, and then called
out, " You must come after daybreak, my man,"
as I quickly stepped back from the loophole.
But nothing worse than sanguinary threats,
embellished by verbal nastiness, came through
it as my disappointed visitor decamped. For I
could not fire at him without being certain,
though the " Bird's" carbine had almost gone
off of itself; besides, he could have seen
nothing of our defences, the darkness being too
intense. For some time after this all was quiet,
but I could make out from the roof of the tower,
with my night glass, that torches were moving
about on the hillsides in both directions. Even
while I was watching them the whole valley
beneath me suddenly became spotted and
fringed with flashes of fire, the first spattering of
bullets upon our walls and roof being followed
by the singing of others just over my head.
But I needed to husband the cartridges for my
forty Snider breechloaders, so my Hakkas made
no reply.
Not a single star was then visible, the inky
darkness being intensified by banks of thick
grey mist that hovered over the hills and at
times obscured everything even under 1
very nose— an ideal night for a surprise attack.
I suspected that the different bodies of
smugglers and " Black Flags " advancing on
the fort were being led by trained men —
probably deserters from the French Annarnese
regiments— and the appearance of torches at all
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the commanding positions and coigns of vantage
around us speedily proved this. A number of
riflemen were posted on the roofs of the "family
houses " amongst the trees on our left front, and
the bullets from this direction soon literally
rained upon our front. Seeing this 1 sent my
gunner, Ling, and his mates to the nine-pounder
commanding the little hamlet, and as we knew
the distance to a yard the first few bursts of its
spherical shell promptly cleared all the roofs.
But greater danger now threatened from the
side of the road. The mist had enabled our
assailants to occupy
unseen the bank
below it, which
sloped down to the
paddy - fields, and
then at a distance of
little over a hundred
yards they main-
tained a fusillade
that was most gall-
ing. Nor could I
shift them out of it,
either with dis-
charges of grape and
canister or carbine
fire. Presently, too,
their rifles and mus-
kets were reinforced
by half-a-dozen
heavy gingals throw-
ing iron balls of from
half a pound to
nearly a pound in
weight. These,
crashing through the
dry, soft wooden
beams of the ver-
anda, tore and rip-
ped the mat-bags of
earth behind them,
and as these were
destroyed the men
defending it began
to fall fast. Finally
I had to abandon
the veranda alto-
gether, confining my
men's fire to the
apertures of the partly - blocked windows.
The gentry opposite, discerning this move,
stopped their exultant yells, and so enabled
me to catch the bullying tones of Mew-ah-Pew
himself, evidently hustling his men into attempt-
ing some unusually daring piece of devilment.
The nature of this I began to suspect when
scrambling and crunching sounds on the tiles
of the dismantled cook- houses, which the mist
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and smoke had enabled the pirates to scale
unperceived, were followed by the appear-
ance of a dozen or more sparks of fire that
oscillated violently in mid -air in line with
the veranda. Although in less time than it
takes me to write it the carbines at the loop-
holes opposite the cook-houses were blazing
out, the screams and sounds of heavy falls that
instantly followed were drowned in the noise of
loud crashes as a number of large, round earthen-
ware objects smashed on the wall at the back of
the veranda. Flashes of flame, dense volumes
of fetid black smoke,
and a suffocating
stench from the hor-
ribly poisonous
fumes of the foul
gases liberated by
the explosions in-
stantly arose, and
my men were driven
pell - mell from the
windows in front of
the -veranda. The
assailants had hurled
a shower of stink-
pots amongst us !
The explosion of
these vile contri-
vances set fire to
the dry pine -wood
of the veranda, the
flames first winding
round its supports
and then commenc-
ing to lick the balus-
trades and pillars
with their forked
tongues, lighting up
the whole front of
the building with
their glare. Soon
the whole of the
veranda became one
great sheet of flame,
the heat and smoke
from which speedily
rendered the rooms
behind it untenable,
so I retired my men
to the hall and guard-rooms, only attempting to
hold the roof of the tower and the two rooms
under it. Before I had been long in the hall,
however, the smell of charring wood drew my
attention to the great entrance-door, where a new
danger threatened.
Whilst we were occupied above, stamping out
the danger from the rapidly igniting woodwork
(the window-frames having caught fire from the
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veranda), Mew-ah-Pew's men had apparently
been watching the smouldering frame of the
great door as the burning debris from above
accumulated in front of it, and whilst their
movements were completely masked by the
thick smoke they had fastened enormous shields
of tough plaited rattans to bundles of damp
grass hay so as to form a barricade. Under
cover of this they had converted three long
spars landed from their vessel into a shear-legs
or tripod, whilst dangling from this by a stout
grass cable was a heavy gravestone, which they
must have torn from some old tomb upon the
hillside. The true state of affairs was most
fortunately revealed to us by a sudden up-
shooting of the rapidly-
dying flames as the last
beams and posts of the
wretched wooden ver-
anda crashed down upon
the other debris below.
The few seconds the
fierce glare lasted, how-
ever, saved the situation,
for the warped ironwork
and half-charred plank-
ing of the great door, I
realized at once, could
never withstand the tre-
mendous strain of the
impact of a gravestone,
weighing some three or
four hundredweight,
striking it at the full re-
bound, after being swung
out backwards from the
spar-shears.
I had barely time to
gather a dozen of my
oldest hands and rush
down to the hall when
the heavy entrance door
crashed in backwards,
its great hinges and bolts
being literally torn from
their sockets by the
shock ; whilst across it,
as it lay prone, surged
an inrushing mob of
savage smugglers and
banditti, yelling like
fiends, " Tah ! Tah ! "
("Kill ! Kill !") It was
a veritable nightmare
vision of brawny, evil-
visaged ruffians, seen by
the sickly yellow light of
their oiled paper torches.
These could have but
dimly outlined the strong barricade and grin-
ning gun-muzzle upon which, instead of into
a weakly defended hall, the pressure of those
behind precipitated the leaders of the rush.
Carbine triggers were pressed and gun-lanyard
jerked simultaneously, and when the clouds of
dust and black smoke, which nearly choked us,
had cleared a bit not one of the stormers was
visible, though those that had escaped that
deadly blast of fire and lead were audible enough,
their furious yells of rage and defiance drawing
another carbine volley in their direction.
" Quick, men ! " I cried ; " up with the door
again and then shift some of these big stones
against the bottom of it. Gamble, get up the
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gig's anchor-chain and cross it through any
staples left."
For the tough teak planking, though split, was
held in place by the bulged sheet-iron that still
covered it, and would serve to keep out the
shower of lead which again began to patter
upon it. The old gun that had done such exe-
cution was apparently none the worse, though
its crazy carriage had let one trunnion get adrift;
this, however, was quickly repaired and the gun
reloaded.
A fact that had greatly puzzled me was that
hitherto Mew-ah-Pew, who appeared to be
leading the attack, had relied upon rifle-fire and
gingal-shot instead of, as usual, bringing the six-
pounders on his vessel's stern ashore.
Half an hour passed, and the extreme
tension, trying and irksome enough to me, after
hours of incessant watchfulness, seemed to chafe
and irritate my younger men almost to madness.
All attempts to search the pall-like blackness
beyond the fort failed, however. Then suddenly
the glare of a heavy gingal's premature discharge
— for so the venomous curses proclaimed it —
disclosed four long
lines of barefooted
men stealing steal-
thily forward,
spear in hand and
scaling - ladder on
shoulder. The
next minute all was
black darkness
again.
Hastily examin-
ing the barricades,
I added to the few
m en d e f e n d i n g
them such of the
wounded as clam-
oured for permis-
sion to crawl there.
Little need had I
to warn these that
success for the
stormers spelt swift
death to all of us,
as their angry " Hi,
Hi's! " emphasized
by the sharp snaps
of sword-bayonets
clinching on car-
bine muzzles, told
me.
Now, all through
the attack such
accurate know-
ledge of all our
weak points had
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been evinced that I was in no way surprised
when the scaling ladders proved not only the
right length, but also so wide that, when lashed
together in pairs, they exactly fitted the great
apertures left at the burnt window-frames, thus
permitting four men to mount abreast at each.
My men held their fire till the stormers were
actually mounting the ladders, and then most of
the leaders were swept away by it. But their
places were instantly taken by those behind,
and the last cartridges on which there was time
to close the breech-blocks had been expended
when the stormers simultaneously swarmed into
the window spaces. Then came an inferno of
hand-to-hand fighting. One desperado was
actually half inside the store-room when my
interpreter's pistol dropped him in the very nick
of time. But most danger threatened from the
second window, where Mew-ah-Pew himself, a
man of almost gigantic stature, had gained a
firm foothold inside the burnt window-frame.
My young orderly and the veteran " Bird " both
went for him, but he felled one like an ox with
the heavy pistol he flung at him and shot the
other through the
right shoulder.
The banditti
leader's sash was
stuck full of
double - barrelled
pistols, and when
another man paid
for his rashness by
going down before
the pirate's ready
weapon my Hak-
kas hung back,
none of the rest
caring to take on
the giant singly.
As he stood in the
shadow of the
yawning breach
the burnt window
had left, he seemed
like some ugly pic-
ture in an appro-
priate frame of
ebon blackness — -
the centre of a
group of mad-
dened men locked
in the wickedest
fight of all, where
cold steel crossed
and no mercy was
shown. It was a
hideous mclce, in
which the exultant
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yells of the pirates in the window apertures
were mingled with the screams and groans of
wounded and dying men as they lay in heaps
at the foot of the ladders.
Leaving the loophole where I had been fight
ing, with my heavy Colt's frontier pistol in my
hand, I rushed forward to rally my disheartened
men, whom the gigantic pirate seemed to have
overawed by the rapid discharges of his double-
barrelled pistols. Unfortunately, at that precise
moment another of my favourite Hakkas went
down, and this, added to the severe punishment
we had endured for long hours, started me
"seeing red," for I neglected to keep to the
back of the rooms — the wooden partitions
between which had been removed — so that the
lantern-rays gave me away and Mew-ah-Pew
detected me. His pistol flashed out twice, one
bullet cutting through my cap-peak and scoring
my cheek, the other ripping my leg from knee
to ankle. The smarting and bleeding that
followed sent me back to the barricade before
I received another such gentle hint as to the
value of shelter. From behind this I fired care-
fully at the next flash of the pirate's pistol.
The desperado staggered and swayed from the
shock and clutched convulsively at the brick-
work, but only to fall through it upon the
stormers beneath. Delighted yells from the
Hakkas behind me followed as, the fall of
their leader proving too much for our assailants,
suddenly and silently they dropped from the
ladders and disappeared in the darkness as
quickly as they had come. My men, despite
the dropping bullets, promptly dragged the
scaling-ladders inside the fort, lest there should
be a rally. However, the behaviour of the
" Black Flags " perplexed and disturbed me, for
I knew these men to be as well led and armed
as noted for courage. Nevertheless, all the
part that they had taken in the attack hitherto
had been to envelop the fort and fire into the
windows and loopholes from under good cover,
without making the slightest attempt to come to
close quarters. This looked to me as if our
most dangerous enemies were reserving them-
selves till reduced numbers, exhaustion, and
ruined defences had told their tale, so as to
make the success of their attack a certainty.
Time alone would show, I thought, and I
longed for the light of day to dawn and end the
most terrible night I had ever known. Mean-
while, after serving out a small ration of brandy
and soft biscuits from my own " medical
comforts " to the exhausted men, I tried to
strengthen the defences of the upper story, but
the firing, smartening up again, compelled us to
stop.
In the thick of the shooting there came to
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my ears a soft whistle followed by the words,
"Ca-pi-tan, come top-side." Scrambling up the
stairway, I sprang across the tower to the
embrasure facing the village, from which the
look-outs were then intently watching the empty
house some twenty- five yards or so from the
fort. This, having no windows or opening
facing us, and lying just under our guns, I
naturally supposed would be left severely alone
by any enemy. After listening carefully for a
minute or two, I could distinctly hear a muffled
sound as if heavy blows were being directed
against the inside of the house wall facing us,
and at two different points of it simultaneously.
"There are men at work there, gunner,'' said
I. " Go and tell Mr. Stanley to man the small
windows and rifle-slits at the back, and then
collect your mates and train this gun on the
house yonder." I needed to await further
developments before firing, however, lest I
chanced to wipe out merely harmless villagers
who, alarmed at the attack, were sheltering in
the empty house.
I had not been listening long, however, before
the sounds became much louder — like bricks
falling — and soon after suddenly ceased alto-
gether. Rumbling and creaking noises followed,
as if heavy weights were being dragged over a
cemented floor. By this time the house lay in
that denser darkness which seems to prevail
before day-dawn, and which my night-glass
quite failed to pierce. We had watched for a
quarter of an hour longer without anything
resulting from these mysterious sounds, and I
was beginning to get anxious about our weakly-
defended and very vulnerable front, when two
brilliant jets of crimson flame flashed out from
small openings in the wall of the house opposite
us, accompanied by the deadened, rumbling
reports of ships' guns. These were only too
quickly followed by the sound of falling brick-
work below us.
"Good heavens !'' I cried. "Run that gun
out again, Long Ling ! Out with the chocks !
Depress the muzzle ! More, man ! Come,
fightee— make haste ! "
" My no can, ca-pi-tan ! " groaned my gunner,
striking the embrasure angrily with his clenched
fist.
Then the hideous villainy of the whole
scheme flashed upon me, and I saw the nature
of the death-trap in which so many brave men
had been already done to death. I knew, ot
course, that our so-called fort had been built
upon the site of the smugglers' old head-quarters,
in the heart of a notorious frontier-smuggling
centre and close beside a village that was then
a nest of them. An outlying house of this
hamlet had actually been connected by a tunnel
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or passage with underground receptacles for con-
traband goods, which we were even then using
for a temporary prison, store, and -magazine.
That the first " fort " had been purposely so
constructed as to be untenable if seriously
attacked, I strongly suspected. That the guns
of the tower, added to remedy this, were worthless
might possibly be put down to the peculation
permitted by " officialdom." But that the stone
embrasures for these were so constructed that
any serviceable guns subsequently substituted
for those " museum weapons " and dummies
could not be brought to bear on the strongly-
built building that masked what was virtually a
secret entrance to the fort was no more an
accident than that — as I afterwards discovered
— the brickwork closing the tunnel-like passage
between the two should have been so carelessly
constructed that a resolute effort by three or
four determined men would break it down in a
few minutes. The whole thing, indeed — due to
collusion between corrupt
officials and callous smugglers
— was so thoroughly and
characteristically Chinese that
the rascals who had grown rich
through it doubtless chuckled
exceedingly at its grim
humour.
All this flashed through my
mind during the few moments .'•
that my disheartened gunner
was adjusting his percussion
tube, before a quick jerk of
his wrist caused the clanging
clash of the brass " nine " to
ring out in answer to the
"Black Flags'" six-pounders.
The long flame-flash that the
double - shotted weapon
vomited into the darkness dis-
closed the rear rank of a
strong body of men, formed
in close order around two
great sable banners, who were
then apparently entering the
house opposite from the rear.
Into this mob of men — still
at some distance from the
door — the two round shot
plunged, for cries and curses
were mingled with the rattling
of the showers of stones they
threw up on striking the
ground. This proved that the
building itself could not be
attacked by our guns, even
although I had strained their
mountings to the uttermost,
whilst the masonry of the embrasures was far
too solid to break down.
Our danger was now becoming greater every
moment as the breaches in our walls grew under
the steady gun-fire. Once these became prac-
ticable I foresaw we should be assailed at both
simultaneously, whilst the wrecked front would
be again attacked with storm ing-ladders, the
" Black Flags " knowing well that every man I
had left would scarcely suffice to hold all three
points till day-dawn gave our breech-loaders their
chance. I realized that such a numerous body
of men would not have been sent into the house
opposite unless a secret communication existed
between it and our cellars. These men could
be sent to rush the trap-door at the head of the
steps leading to the hall, and amidst the roar of
the guns, the crash of gingal discharges, and the
rattle of rifles and pistols, any noise they made
would not be heard during the excitement of a
hand-to-hand conflict. I had now fathomed the
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plan, but I had no men left to hold the under-
ground part of the fort and so prevent them
from firing the floors, should they fail to force
an entrance. This fact they had doubtless
grasped also. They had made one error in their
carefully-devised scheme, however, which was to
suppose that I and such men as those I led
would hesitate to blow up the building rather
than allow them to take it.
It soon became evident that my men's
carbines, even when the gun-flashes gave them a
target, were quite unable to silence or even keep
down the fire of the concealed guns that so per
sistentlj battered the lower part of the fort.
The sounds of falling brickwork, becoming
louder and more frequent, warned me that no
time should be lost if — by the most desperate
expedient to which in the whole course of my
life I have ever resorted — I was to try to save
the fort. So, after picking out three of my
most trusted men, with " the Bird " to carry
a dark-lantern, I warned Stanley to have the
remainder in readiness to man the new breaches
as well as the old ones, and then descended to the
dark cell, where, with sturdy but stealthy pick-
strokes, we soon loosened the bogus brickwork
blocking up the passage to the house facing us,
the debris as it fell being noiselessly caught in
blankets. The utmost care was needed, how
ever, not only lest the pick-points should strike
sparks close to the great stack of powder-kegs,
but on account of the " Black Flags " being
almost over our heads ! It was a strangely-
weird scene— the yellow light of the lantern
that " the Bird's " one serviceable arm held aloft
disclosing powder blackened and blood-stained
faces, bandaged limbs, and torn and discoloured
uniforms. The disused instruments of torture,
and the great piles of powder- kegs dimly
visible in the darkness of the gloomy dungeon,
formed an uncanny kind of background, with
— as an appropriate accompaniment — the
continual thunder of guns discharged just over
head.
Glad enough was I when, our dangerous task
completed, we were able to remove the heads of
some of the kegs. After carefully laying two
trains of good English gunpowder from them to
the door, I set the slow-matches to about a four-
minutes' limit —my men watching the process
with grins of delighted interest Then I gave
the signal for retreat.
After securing the stout door of the great cell
behind us, I called the men from their posts
and gave them strict orders to remain prone on
the floor near the wounded in the least exposed
part of the guard-room within the tower. Then,
finding that I had rather over a minute to spare,
I jammed myself in amongst the sacks of earth
at a small aperture that faced the house
opposite, immensely relieved to see, by the
continued firing of the guns, that no suspicion
of my desperate expedient appeared to be
entertained by the " Black Flags." Inwardly won
dering if being crushed by falling masonry would
prove a painful death, I endeavoured to strike a
balance between the great thickness of the walls
of the tower and the proportion of good English
gunpowder that Mandarin greed had allowed to
remain.
The seconds dragged slowly on, the fuse
limit of four minutes expired, and then half
another one. Still nothing happened. Could
anything have gone wrong? Then suddenly
the stout stone wall against which I leaned
oscillated violently. There was a muffled
rumbling ; the very floor seemed to tremble
beneath my feet, and the air became impreg
nated with foul gases and a strong smell of
burning saltpetre. A curious bluish - yellow light
illumined the house opposite us in most ghastly
fashion for a single instant, and then it seemed
to sway and totter amidst a number of small
flares and flashes of violet-coloured flames.
Even as the shrieks and cries of the doomed
men within sounded in our ears the long, low
walls of the building simultaneously collapsed
inwards, and as the roof sank down jets of fire
seemed to dart through the rents. Then foi a
time sudden blackness settled down upon all
around us again, but when, here and there,
broken beams or detached rafters burst into
flame they revealed that a low, shapeless
mound alone remained where the substantial
brick building had formerly stood ! Riven
by the terribly expansive force of su< h an
enormous quantity of gunpowder, the cavern
like vaults, in collapsing, had swallowed up
the structure reared over them ! The excited
cries of my own men, who had rushed to evei v
aperture that commanded a view of the weird
catastrophe, were soon mingled with the sound
of flying footsteps, the grating of boats keels
on stones, and hoarse cries of honor from the
road towards the hills ! So it I efell that when
the dull grey light of dawn crept over the scene
no single living enemy remained in sight of the
battered, burnt, and shot-riddled building •
which there still hung the silken folds ol a
scorched and tattered Dragon flag- pi o< laiming
that this time at least the forces of law and
order had triumphed over those of ruffianism
and treachery. The seventh attempt to storm
" Castle Dangerous " had failed !
MiU^H Mfhti
VO.N *f>
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Ma^gi/e^ite ^pay.
Illustrated Willi Photographs taken by Count Adrien van der Burch.
Being a brightly-written account of a six weeks' walking tour through the very heart of Japan,
following the old pilgrim roads, and penetrating into the most unknown regions of Old Japan.
Mrs. Roby is the first white woman to make the journey, and her experiences, as here set forth,
are both interesting and amusing.
I.
ATE in August of 1903 my hus-
band and I were in Yokohama,
undecided, after ten months spent
in Japan, whether to remain some
time longer or leave for Pekin. The
chance arrival on the terrace of our ' hotel of
Count Adrien van der Burch, with whom we
had travelled in Burma earlier in the year,
determined us to see yet more of Japan.
The Count's plan was to visit the interior,
following the old pilgrim routes — which have
existed unchanged for centuries — and those
roads which were originally opened by the old
feudal barons in their migrations from their
estates to the Court of the ruler of Japan at
Tokyo. Few Europeans know these ways.
Possibly no white woman has ever followed
them — certainly not on foot, as I did.
It is the ambition of every Japanese to save
sufficient money to make this journey before he
dies ; to visit, as a pilgrim, the most sacred
shrines and the holiest temples in the whole
of the empire of Dai Nippon, which are found
only on the untrodden ways of the oldest part of
Old Japan, and in inaccessible niches of the
highest mountain paths.
The journey must be made on foot. The
pilgrim's sole luggage is his long staff and a rice-
straw mat, bound knapsack-wise across his
shoulder. His chief article of dress, next to the
loose trousers and shirt, is his rice-straw hat of
inverted milk-pan shape, and he carries in his
girdle an infinitesimally small pipe and the
pouch of tobacco which the Japanese is never
without.
Starting from Yokohama and touching at
Tokyo, you proceed to Nikko and thence to
Chusenji, where one crosses the lake to Ashio.
Here you make the ascent of Mount Kochinsan
— a none too easy feat. This accomplished, you
descend again to Ashio, and seeking the old
feudal highway of the Nakusendo (which in most
part follows the river of its name) proceed to
Ngatsagawa and back to Tokyo. A New York
friend, Mr. W. W. Crocker, who was in the
hotel, also arranged to join our party.
I had never in my life been on a walking trip
before, and had not the faintest idea of what I
had let myself in for. Having ordered provisions
to be shipped to us to Kariyama, we gaily started,
ten days later, on our journey, leaving Tokyo on
the 5th of September, and proceeding by train
to Nikko.
This is one of the most beautiful places in
Japan. There is a Japanese proverb which
says : " Do not use the word ' magnificent ' until
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you have seen Nikko." We put up at the
Kanaya Hotel, and the following day started to
see the sights. One of the most beautiful, the
Sacred Red Lacquer Bridge, which spanned the
Daiya-Gawa, a stream about forty feet wide,
had disappeared.
It was destroyed
a few vears ago in
a terrible storm,
leaving only two
upright posts at
either end. This
bridge, which was
supposed to be
only used by the
Mikado, was occa-
sionally opened,
perhaps once a
year, to allow
pilgrims to cross.
Recently the
Government has
instituted a fund
for its reconstruc-
tion. Crossing a
bridge lower down
the stream, and
ascending some
very broad steps
between two rows
of magnificent
cryptomerias, we
came to the famous
mausoleum of
Jeyasu. Before it
stands an immense
granite tori or arch-
way, about twenty-
seven feet high,
the diameter of
the columns of
which is between
three and four
feet. These toris are found before the entrance
of temples throughout Japan. They are either
of Shinto or Buddhist architecture, the difference
being that the Shinto tori, which is the older
form, has no centre upright support to the two
transverse columns, which the Buddhist has.
I take from the note-book of the Count a
description of Jeyasu : —
" Volumes would be required to describe the
wealth in works of art contained in these
temples —toris in bronze, lanterns in stone and
copper, placed there by the great feudal barons
on the death of Jeyasu, who died a Shogun in
A.D. 16 1 6, after having been one of the most
brilliant generals Japan has ever known. A wide
and well-kept road passes through an avenue of
From a]
A TEMPLE FRONT AT JEYASU.
cryptomerias. To the left of the tori stands a
pagoda, entirely red, which flashes its gold-edged
sides from between the pines. On the platform
surrounding its base sits an old and toothless
monk, who smokes a miniature pipe and sells
tiny images of the
saint to the de-
vout, who pass
by in continuous
crowds. Crossing
over the stone
paths, worn by the
feet of generations
of pilgrims, one
enters a second
court, from which
lead off several
compartments de-
voted to religious
uses, among which
must be men-
tioned the stable
which contains the
white horse re-
served for the god.
On one of the
facades of the stall
is a piece of ex-
quisite wood-carv-
ing, the work of
one of the most
renowned of
Japanese artists,
representing a
monkey with three
faces. Of these,
the eyes of the
one are covered,
the ears of a
second, and the
mouth of the
third. It is a
Japanese sermon
on charity, for the monkey, though mischievous,
will never see, never hear, and never say anything
evil. In the galleries surrounding the place of
prayer are deposited relics of the great deceased."
On our return to the hotel at the end of the
day, dripping wet, tired, hungry, and not too
good-tempered with the weather, which seemed
to threaten that the rain would never stop, we
decided to leave Nikko at once. We remained,
however, two days longer, but, the rain still con-
tinuing, we determined to push on to Chusenji,
a walk of about eight miles over the mountains.
This was my first climb. Panting— puffing like
a steam engine, in fact — I climbed and climbed.
I was so tired, and we had not gone two miles !
At last I gave up, sat down by the side of the
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road, and refused to budge. Needless to say,
the three men of the party stood over me laugh-
ing immoderately. " Walk down the Noku-
sendo, will you ? " shouted my husband between
his bursts of laughter. Threats to help me
along, each taking an arm, on the part of my
husband and the Count, hurt my pride ; and
finally, stung to a certain sort of shame, and
feeling very furious with them as men and
superior beings under the circumstances, I got
up and, refusing all offers of aid, proceeded in
dignified silence on my way — dying to talk, it
must be confessed, but determined to punish
such mockers.
It is possible, of course, to make this part of
the journey in rickshaws, if one prefers. But
the roads are so
bad that one would
rather feel oneself
on terra firma than
be jostled in rick-
s h a w s , with the
ever-imminent pos-
sibility of being
thrown over a pre-
cipice. At six p.m.
we reached Chu-
senji. One's first
view of the lake is
magnificent. We
saw it with the sun
going down in a red
glory over the beau-
tiful blue waters.
On one shore stands
an old red lacquer
tori, and the many
small temples, with
their elaborateness
of design and bright
colours, make up a
scene at once beau-
tiful and pictur-
esque. We decided
to make our final
arrangements for
the walking trip
here. The first
step was to find a
guide. Our hotel
manager told us of a young student from
Tokyo, who was desirous of learning the
English ("or American") language in ex-
change for his services, and this arrangement
seemed preferable, to our way of thinking, to
engaging the ordinary guide, whose one idea in
life seems to be to rob his employers. The
young fellow's name was Moreye, and my
husband, after talking with him, decided to
From a]
A HALT TO ADMIRE THE VIEW.
accept him. We left him to engage coolies for
the luggage, and two boats to carry the coolies
and ourselves across the lake next morning.
We decided to take as little luggage as possible,
anticipating that at some places on the route it
would be difficult to procure coolies. At last
we felt we were in a position to congratulate
ourselves that we had everything complete and
ready for the road. Our joy was short-lived, for
presently the conviction forced itself upon us
that we had but one pair of shoes apiece !
Here, at once, the value of Moreye was borne
in upon us. "So little a thing surely is no
matter," remarked our guide. " For the feet of
the O-Chi-San " — that was I—" waragi would do
admirably ; and for the gentlemen, too, what
could be better ? "
In half an hour,
therefore, we had
possessed ourselves
of three or four
dozen pairs of
" waragi," which are
a straw overshoe,
laced across the
instep, and made of
thick plaited straw.
This most impor-
tant part of our
outfit obtained we
started. Getting
into the boat, the
lake as lovely in the
morning sunlight as
it was lovely, though
different, the even-
ing before, we
crossed to the foot
of Asagate - Toge.
Our coolies — about
twelve or more of
them, with our
luggage and pro-
visions for the jour-
ney strapped on
their backs — pre-
ceded us up the
steep incline, which
took us over two
hours to ascend. It
is four thousand feet above sea-level, and was
one of the hardest climbs I had on the trip.
On reaching the top we stopped to rest and to
admire the magnificent view of the mountains
around us. But how tired I was !
I would have given anything for a chair, but
no conveyance of any kind could pass on this
road. It was, in fact, no road at all — merely a
path cut out of the rock, with bracken strewn
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THE AUTHORESS AMONG THE ROCKS ON THE WAY IO ASHIO.
From a Photo.
over t^e cuts and a piece of bamboo laid
down to give a firm grip for the foot. The
descent, however, was easier, and on reach-
ing the foot we rested for tiffin. The first
thing our coolies did was to disrobe — they
hadn't much to take off, I must confess—
and take a bath beneath the beautiful
waterfall. This is a custom to be observed
all over Japan, and at first somewhat
startles the unsophisticated foreigner.
Our first night was to be spent at Ashio,
and, as we were only half-way there as yet,
considerations of haste oppressed us. From
the look of the road ahead of us I really
had no great desire to go on. But as I had
promised the men-folk that the " Never say
die " motto should be mine, I made no
comments. I only groaned inwardly, " Shall
I ever get there ? " This, however, was the
most amusing part of the march — to an
onlooker. We must have looked something
like a herd of goats as we jumped from
boulder to boulder, and we indulged in
this means of progression for some three
hours. I felt that my feet must, in the
end, surely drop off ! The worst, however,
was not yet reached. A few weeks before
there had been a heavy storm, which had
washed away a part of the path on the
edge of the precipice. Across the ra<
thus formed a novel bridge had been
erected, consisting of a long plank sup-
ported on the trunks of two trees which
were fixed beneath. When this delightful
affair met our gaze we held up our hands
in horror, for we could see the frail plank
vibrating before any of us even attempted
fo go on it. Then ensued a general toss
up as to who should adventure first. Count
van der Burch, as the lightest of the party,
at last volunteered for the forlorn hope.
He crossed safely, and 1 followed. Then
came my terrier, and last, but not least,
my husband. His weight being about six-
teen stone his progress was difficult and
dangerous.
One needed all one's nerve in crossing,
for be"neath the plank bridge was a drop
of some three thousand feet, with nothing
to hold on to and plenty of space, and one
slip would have hurled us into eternity.
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A DIFFICULT PIECE OF ROAD— THE I'AK 1 '. OP TO DECIDE WHO
SHOULD GO FIRST TO TEST ITS SAFETY.
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The feat safely accomplished, however, we sat
down lightly to a lighter refreshment.
"Great Scot!" exclaimed Mr. Crocker, the
silent one of the party, moved out of himself for
the moment, " if this occurs again I shall simply
sit and stay there. Walk across that again !
Never ! I would rather die."
But, refreshed, we walked on again gaily
enough, and, tired and hungry, reached Ashio,
which is the centre of the copper mines and the
seat of the copper industry of Japan.
Here the country widens out. The noise of
machinery becomes a familiar sound to one's
ears, and from the many cottages or tiny houses
the factory-hands, both men and women, their
bodies absolutely
unclothed, rushed
out to see us pass.
We had, in fact,
considerable diffi-
culty in avoiding
the crowds, and
not less to reach
the shelter of our
inn, where an
amusing mistake
confronted us on
arrival. Our guide,
who was, by the
way, about twenty
summers, had
gone on ahead to
arrange for our
sleeping - rooms.
He had carefully
announced me as
the wife of the
youngest member
of our party, a
compliment the
depth of which I had not then fathomed.
With difficulty I rescued my baggage, which I
was informed, with great empressemenl and
politeness, had been carefully put with that
of the Count in one small room. I assured him
that Dr. Roby was my husband, but he found it
impossible to reconcile my statement with his
own preconceived notions of what should have
been. We heard him telling the Nasan, the
pretty hotel waiting-maid, that surely everybody
must think the Count was my husband. "Why,"
he said, "does the Daimio then take off the
O-Chi-San's shoes? Why does he always stay
behind and help her across the hard places that
she comes to ? " We tried hard to make him
understand that these were only ordinary
courtesies due from any gentleman to a lady.
Moreye listened, but he left the room sadly,
almost shaking his head, and we heard him
YCIUNI, JAl'AN
Fro/K a]
telling the people of the inn that the Americans
were indeed a strange people.
It was at Ashio that I first learned what
tea-house hospitality means in Japan. In a
moment, as we entered, a number of Nasans
came running towards us, each with cushions
for us to sit upon, and began to remove our
shoes. These are hotel waitresses, and must
not be confounded with geishas ; a geisha, as
her name signifies, being properly a dancing-
girl, or one who amuses. After our shoes were
off— for nobody is allowed to enter a Japanese
tea-house with boots on, for fear of cutting the
beautiful matting— our respective maids brought
each of us a small tub of water and bathed our
feet. This was
very refreshing
after our long walk,
liach Nasan then
accompanied her
own particular
guest to his or her
r o o m . T o m y
amusement mine
began to undress
me, and insisted
that before any-
thing was thought
of or done I must
take my bath. I
told her I wished
to rest first. " No,"
she answered, with
a mild decision of
manner, "it is best
for the O-Chi-San
to bathe first and
rest after." And
finding argument
futile, I submitted.
For the benefit of those who do not know the
arrangements of Japanese hotels, it is well to
dwell upon the Nasan's statement : " When the
Japanese travel together ail the gentlemen like
to be in one room." She could not understand
that, there being four in our party, we required
four rooms. To my statement that fresh air
was necessary to us she only replied in bewilder-
ment : " But why do the Americans want so
many rooms ? The rooms of the tea-house are
clean and nice. You close the shojis (inner
shutters), we close the outside ones ; and you
are quite safe and warm if you are all
together ! "
It was only after much discussion that we
gained our ends, I must point out that the
division between each room is simply a sliding
paper screen, and, if one wanted to peep into his
neighbour's room, all that was required was to
-A PARTY UK JUVENILES WHO WERE MUCH INTERESTED
IN THE STRANGERS. [/'/lOto.
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Fro in a
{I'noto.
push a finger through the paper of the screen.
Curiosity, it would seem, is an absent faculty of
the Japs, and their innate refinement and
ingenuousness extend to their estimation of the
stranger. Like the monkey with three faces in
the temple of Jeyasu, the Japanese sees, hears,
and tells nothing evil.
The next thing we hungered for was dinner.
Rice, eggs, and fried eels were all the innkeeper
could produce, but how good these tasted after
our long walk ! While the meal was in prepara-
tion our landlord brought in a package with an
air of producing something which should show
honour to his guests. Roll after roll of various
tissue was laid aside, and at last he displayed, to
our astonished vision, a set of tin spoons and
forks and some horn-handled knives, which, he
said, had been carefully put aside for many
years for the use of foreigners when they should
come !
After dinner we discussed with our guide as
to the best method of walking up Mount Koch-
insan — how many coolies we needed to carry
our food, the best time to start, and how long it
would take. Referring to our Murray we found
it said we could walk up Kochinsan and back
again to Ashio in one day. It sounded — or read
— splendidly, and we agreed to start at eight
o'clock the next morning. We had reckoned,
however, without the methods of the Japanese
coolie, who has no idea of time or distance.
Instead of starting at eight o'clock we marched
off at ten-thirty.
Moreover, it was not long before we dis-
covered that in putting our provisions together
Vol. xiv.— 42.
for the day we had forgotten
to include a bottle of brandy,
a really necessary thing on a
long and arduous trip such as
we were making. ('neofour
coolies offered to run back to
Chusenji for the sum of one
yen (about two shillings) and
bring us a bottle ol brandy,
which he promised we should
have when we returned that
night from Kochinsan. At this
astounding offer my husband
and Count van der Burch
began betting. "Can the man
fly ? " asked my husband of our
guide.
" No," said he, " but he is a
great runner, and will certainly
be back here with the brandy
when you return."
Having been longer in Japan
than the Count, and knowing
the Japanese coolie runner, I
accepted his wager of five to one on the coolie
carrying out his contract, and, having made a
note of our bet, we started in rickshaws for the
copper mines, some two ri (five miles) distant—
not to see the copper mines, but to begin our
walk. On the completion of this distance, and
crossing a small bridge of planks swinging
together on what looked like telegraph-wires,
we arrived at Beshio, where began the real
upward march. How hot the sun was ! And
how hard the ground felt ! But our coolies
swung along as if it were the coolest day one
could have for such a march. After we had
gone about two miles the Count insisted that
we must get on quicker, as he found it im-
possible to put up with our pace. As he dis-
appeared from sight I turned to my husband to
make confession.
"I must go back!" I said. "I cannot go
any farther."
"■Neither can I '. " he answered.
We both laughed.
" It is not worth it in this awfully hot
weather," he added. "Let us sit down a bit
and have some soda-water, and then we will go
back."
After drinking a little soda-water I fell better,
and, as I hate to give in when once I say I will
do a thing, I again summoned determination to
go on. My husband tried to persuade me not
to do so.
"Do you remember how you chaff
going to Chusenji ? Now 1 can chaff you. Get
up, lazy, and come along ' ied.
So on we went, he grumbling the whole way.
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We walked on until one o'clock, when we
stopped for lunch, sitting down in the shade of
an overhanging rock. The path in many places
was not a foot wide — a perilous foothold on
crumbling sandstone, washed away by storm to
a mere narrow ledge. The return of our friend
with an untruthful explanation on his lips of a
walk to the temple nearly accomplished, and
a request for something to eat, was contem-
poraneous with the threat of the clouds of
approaching rain. Our guide's statement that
the rain would last for many days was not com-
forting, but we
were too far up to
go back. Hastily
packing up every-
thing, and grate-
fully accepting
from our guide
the oil papers he
offered us as
shoulder-capes, we
continued our
walk up through
the mountain
forest by narrow
paths, the rain
pouring down on
us, until we seemed
to be walking
through a water-
fall. At last we
arrived at the
Shinto temple at
the foot of Koch-
insan, the water
pouring from our
garments. As we
stood a moment outside the temple we might
have been taken for three shipwrecked mariners.
The old priest and his wife and children ran
out exclaiming at our plight, inviting us to enter,
and hospitably offered us their clothes. They
at once erected a small, cupboard-like place
outside, composed of shojis (shutters), for me to
disrobe in, one of the coolies offering to assist
me. This offer I very naturally refused, but the
men of the party confessed themselves only too
glad of assistance, their clothes being glued to
them. In a very short time we were all refresh-
ing ourselves in hot baths, and the priest's wife
had lent each of us a kimono, neither having
with us any change of clothing, and this article
being all the wardrobe the priest and his wife
could provide. There also occurred to us the
serious problem of how we were to dress next
morning, what we were to eat, and where we
should sleep. The priest solved the last riddle
by informing us that we could sleep in the room
THE AUTHORESS AND HER PARTY AT THE lEMl'LE IN THEIR BORROWED
From a] kimonos. [P/ioto.
before the shrine, where we were then sitting,
and our guide suggested that one of the coolies
should go back to Ashio and bring us fresh
clothing and food. The latter I cooked for
dinner in front of the shrine, the coolie being as
good as our guide's word, and returning after an
absence of three hours with what was required
in the way of food — but bringing no clothes. With
the coming of night and the need for sleep the
appalling smallness of our room came upon us.
The priest's offer of plenty of futons (eider-
down quilts) was kind ; but the room was only
six feet square,
and there were
three of us. Our
friend, Mr.
Crocker, had re-
mained at Ashio.
"You must
sleep the three
together," said the
priest. It was a
bitterly cold night,
and it did not
seem a bad idea.
We essayed the
feat, my husband,
Count van der
Burch, and I — a
huddled heap of
humanity covered
with the eider-
downs supplied by
the kindly old
Japanese priest.
We did not, how-
ever, succeed in
getting much sleep,
for the live-stock of that place would have
served a nation
Turning and
tossing
for
two or three hours, in our attempts to catch
sleep and other things, we grew bad-tempered,
when, to make it more lively, my husband
fell asleep, and not only fell asleep, but started
snoring !
Moved to ire, the Count tried to wake him.
" Why should you sleep, you villain, while I lie
awake ? " he cried, shaking him.
" Hush ! " came a voice through the wall.
" The priest is going to prayers ! " And sure
enough, in front of the shrine, at four o'clock in
the morning, came the priest in full robes, clang-
ing a gong and praying for his and everybody
else's forefathers. After this, curiously enough,
we all fell asleep.
Of this sojourn at the Shinto temple on
Mount Kochinsan, Count van der Burch's
note-book says : " Twice during the night I was
awakened by the priest, who came to pray at
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the foot of the shrine. In the tiny cups he
deposited some grains of rice, then fell on his
knees and chanted, in a harsh voice, a hymn of
strange rhythm, accompanying the same on a
couple of gongs, which clanged horribly under
the low roof. He retired after bowing pro-
foundly. Then everything returned to silence,
the quiet of the night being broken only by the
occasional spluttering of the wax candles, which
burnt themselves out slowly, and threw up in
strange relief the burnished copper body of the
little grinning goddess of the shrine.
" The sun rose brilliantly next morning, and
we struggled pain-
fully into our still ?-rjr-~ --— — — —
damp clothes of the
previous evening.
They brought us the
register in which
pilgrims sign their
names. There were
inscribed Japanese
names by the score ;
it was necessary,
however, to go back
ten years to find
any European signa-
tures, and those
which preceded
these were all prior
to 1854. Mrs. Roby
was, in fact, the first
to place the signa-
ture of a white
woman to this docu-
ment attesting the
fervour of genera-
tions and their devo-
tions to the little
goddess with the
body of burnished
copper who laughed
at us behind the
flame of the tapers.
" For my part I
should not dare to
return there lest she should be angry — lest her
smile should turn to words of malediction like
those of the bishop who has just arrived, and
who scolds the poor priest for having let the
Europeans defile the sanctity of the shrine by
their presence all night."
THE ASCENT OF KOCHINSAN— "a VER1TAISLE ACROBATIC FEAT OF THKEE
HOURS' DURATION. ONE MOMENT OF INATTENTION WOULD HAVE MEANT
From a] instant death." [Photo.
Continuing our climb, we followed the path
up the mountain which those pilgrims who
desire to merit all the benedictions of the
goddess take. What we accomplished was a
veritable acrobatic feat of three hours' duration,
for the performance of which it was necessary
to have a sure foot and an even balance, and
not to be subject to dizziness. The path wound
tortuously about the crags, just wide enough to
allow the feet to be placed one in front of the
other, while both hands clung to the chains
fastened in the rocks. For some distance we
could hear the stones rolling down from under
our feet, but we
. 1 noticed that we
could never hear
them strike the
bottom of the pre-
cipice. One moment
of inattention, a
second of vertigo,
and it would have
meant instant
death.
And there, at the
end of her path, in
her niche, was a
little stone goddess
- always laughing
— worn by the kisses
of the pilgrims and
the rude caresses of
the storm. She
seemed to jeer at
our efforts and was
waiting, perhaps, till
we, the violators of
her sacred solitudes,
should break our
necks in punish-
ment for our
audacity !
The road ended
abruptly — the
trunk of a tree,
bound by a chain,
stretched in front of us. We had finished
our climb of five thousand four hundred
and fifty feet, and were at the culminating
point of Mount Kochinsan, the most diffi-
cult and least accessible of the mountains of
Japan.
(To be continued.)
ADRIFT IN THE AIR.
THE STORY OF A RUNAWAY BALLOON.
By Frederic Lees.
The captive balloon at a Parisian pleasure-ground recently broke away during a sudden storm and
went careering through the clouds with its nine passengers. When at a height of about two miles
it burst and, after being whirled about by the wind, fell to the earth. Our Paris correspondent here
narrates the thrilling story of the trip, as told by the aeronaut in charge of the runaway.
ALLOONING is a hobby which it
is not easy to indulge, and I have
had very few opportunities of seeing
a balloon start and still fewer of
making an ascent. A captive bal-
loon is but a poor sort of substitute for the real
thing — it is like a skylark with a string lied to
its leg — but, after all, it
is a balloon ; and I had
therefore acquired a
habit of dropping into
" Printania," a pleasure-
ground recently opened
close to the Porte Mail-
lot at Paris, to witness
the ascents of the cap-
tive balloon there. So
it happened that I was
an eye-witness of an
exciting incident, which
came very near being a
terrible tragedy, on the
afternoon of Sunday,
July 24th.
As a matter of fact,
I had struck up an
acquaintanceship with
Captain Lair, the appro-
priately-named aeronaut
in charge of the " Prin-
tania" balloon. I was
talking to him just be-
fore he made his fifth
ascent on July 24th
last, when M. Adam,
the manager of " Prin
tania," came up and
asked him what he
thought of the weather,
for heavy, black clouds
were banking up in the
south-west. The cap-
tain replied that he believed there would be a
storm, but it would not come on till nightfall,
or, at any rate, there would be plenty of time to
make the ascent and come down again — a grave
mistake, as it happened, but a very natural one,
for Paris weather is notoriously deceptive.
There were six passengers — five men and a
CAI'TAIN LAIR, WHO WAS IN CHA
From a\ broke
woman — in the car, and at the last minute the
captain admitted a couple of " dead-heads " —
Harry Vincent, a negro, who danced the-cake-walk
at one of the side-shows in the establishment ;
and Albert Morice, a lad of thirteen, the son of
one of the octroi officials at the adjacent barrier.
The " Printania " started up slowly, as straight
as a plumb • line, for
there was hardly a
breath of air stirring,
and I turned away to
another part of the
grounds. A few minutes
later a sharp gust of
wind swept through the
open - air theatre, vio-
lently shaking the can-
vas awning. The next
moment there came ex-
cited shouting from the
balloon ground, and
guessing there was some-
thing wrong I ran round
the theatre. The bal-
loon, caught by the
squall when it was
nearly " home," was al-
most on its side on the
top of the trees which
border the ground, and
it appeared almost cer-
tain that the occupants
of the car would be
thrown out or dashed
against the houses.
While we watched,
horror-stricken, there
came a curious grating
sound, and the balloon,
after describing a short
curve, shot upwards like
a rocket. The inch and
a half steel cable had parted, probably cut by the
edge of the drum, and the balloon was adrift !
In a few 'seconds it was out of sight,
swallowed up in the black storm-clouds which
now overspread the whole sky. We all looked
at each other anxiously without speaking, and
then gazed at the leaden sky. At last an old
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\ IKW OF THE l'WINTANIA
PLEASURE l. ROUNDS, WHERE THE BALLOON ASCENT TOOK M
From a Photo, by Gilbert &* Co.
sailor, who was one of the balloon attendants,
gave a shout, and pointed to a speck in the sky
which grew larger every moment. It was the
balloon, now a shapeless mass, looking some-
thing like an umbrella blown inside out. It was
within perhaps half a mile of the ground, and
driving rapidly, car foremost, in a north-easterly
direction.
That it was coming down fast — far too fast-
was evident, and I ran out into the street, in-
tending to take a cab and be on the scene of
the catastrophe as soon after the event as
possible. Suddenly a familiar voice addressed
me : —
" Halloa, old man ! What's the matter? You
look worried." .
I did not at first recognise an old friend in
the begoggled, oilskin-clad figure standing
beside a quivering, snorting motor-car.
" So I am," I replied ; " the balloon from
' Printania' has broken loose and is coming down
on the run. I want to go after it in a cab, if I
can find an empty une."
"And do you expect to catch it up in a Paris
fiacre ? Why, you won't be there until the day
after to-morrow. Jump into my Panhard, man,
and we'll catch that balloon if it lands anywhere
this side of Calais."
This was an opportunity not to be thrown
away, so I jumped into the car, and as soon as we
had threaded our way through carriages around
the gate we turned sharp to the right into a
straight and almost empty road and put on full
speed. But a stern chase is proverbially a long
one, and the roads had not been constructed
with a view to facilitate balloon-chasing. When
we struck the river there was no bridge handy,
and it was impossible always to keep the balloon
in sight. In spite of all difficulties, however,
we arrived at the Rue Pasteur, at Clichy, a few
minutes after the balloon had landed. The car
lay on its side in the road, the silk was festooned
over a couple of smashed trees and a garden
wall, and a lot of Paris gamins were cutting off
bits with their pocket-knives as souvenirs of
the accident.
A crowd had gathered round a small wine-
shop, dedicated to the " Friends of the Corner,"
and a policeman stood at the door to keep
people out. But the motor-car impressed him,
and on hearing that we came from " Printania"
he at once admitted us. I was halt afraid to
enter, expecting that a horrible sight would meet
my eyes, but I saw that the soldier-passenger
was quite unhurt, and the lady and the negro,
though both somewhat hysterical, were other-
wise none the worse for their adventure. Three
of the passengers were missing, and I asked
what had become of them. "One of the nun
and the boy ran away as hard as they could as
soon as they touched ground," replied one "l
the doctors. "The other — a South American
gentleman — sprained his back, and has b
taken in the ambulance to the hospital. The
aeronaut has also sprained his left arm and
ruptured one of the muscles in his shouli
but he'll be all right after a few days' r<
I found Captain lair in an inner room,
having his damaged arm rubbed with camphoi
ated spirits of wine— the usual in
1 ranee for most external injuries. I told him
how glad I was to see that he and his com-
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panions had come out of a very dangerous
adventure almost unscathed, and that I should
like to know all about his experiences when he
had time to relate them.
" Oh, I can do that now," he replied, quite
calmly. "I shall have to relate it all to the
Commissary of Police as soon as the doctors are
through with me, so I may as well rehearse
the story and get it right."
Here, then, is the story he told me :—
You know all about the start, for you saw us
the string attached to the valve, but, much to
-my astonishment, it refused to work ! I reckon
we must have gone very nearly two miles high,
and we should have gone higher if the expansion
of the gas had not burst the silk. That put the
finishing touch to the panic of some of the
passengers. Luckily there was one exception —
the soldier, Sergeant Schulmeister, of the 7th
Dragoons, from Fontainebleau. He is as brave
a fellow as ever stepped, and was cool and even
cheerful through it all. But the others were in
a pitiable state of terror. One or two of them
L..
A PHOTOGRAPH OF THE BALLOON TAKEN JUST BEFORE THE CABLE
off. When we got up about eight hundred feet
out of our usual thousand the storm seemed
drawing unpleasantly near, so I telephoned to
the engineer to pull us down. He wasn't quite
quick enough, and the gale caught us. Being
so near the ground, and having so little cable to
give us play, we were nearly tipped out, but
luckily, when things began to look ugly, the
cable snapped, and up we went splendidly.
The passengers, however, looked scared when
they realized we were adrift, and the lady asked
me if there was any danger. " No, it's all over
now," I replied, for, personally, I didn't much
mind being cast loose. We could stay up as
long as we liked, and then come down com-
fortably when the storm was over. Anything
was better than being tipped into the cutting of
the Ceinture Railway, as I had expected to be
if the cable hadn't broken.
Some of the passengers didn't see it in the
same light, however, and they called me all sorts
of names. But I didn't mind that. I pulled
actually began to climb out of the car ! That
was more than I could stand. ." All of you lie
down on your faces in the bottom of the car," I
shouted. " Sergeant, hold down by force anyone
who attempts to move!" So down they all went,
except the soldier, and I dare say they thought
at that moment their last hour had come.
I have no doubt it does sound very terrible to
an outsider to be in a crippled balloon two miles
above the earth, but the professional aeronaut
knows that it is not half so bad as it seems, for,
if the netting holds, the weight of the falling car
will make the silk into a very fair kind of
parachute. Our parachute, however, wasn't
quite perfect, for some of the air or gas got
imprisoned in the lower folds of the balloon and
wanted letting out. Twice did the plucky
Sergeant Schulmeister climb into the netting
with my knife between his teeth and make a
gash in the cloth just where I told him.
After this we started to come down pretty
quickly, though not half so fast as we went up.
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" TWICE DID THE PLUCKY SEKCEANT SCHULMEISTEK CLIMU INTO THE NETTING.
Then, as ill-luck would have it, we dropped
into the gale again, which set the crippled
balloon whirling and spinning like a top. I
began to feel a bit anxious about the passengers,
for I knew that we should come down with a
pretty sharp bump, to say the least of it, and
we might fall on the top of a tree or a house,
or some other unsuitable spot. This doesn't so
much matter when there are only two of you in
a " live " balloon, for you can both go over the
side in half a second, and the balloon, freed of
your weight, will take itself out of your way.
But with nine people, and a lady and a child
amongst them, in a kind of extemporized para-
chute, it's rather a heavy responsibility.
The wind was so strong that it carried the
balloon along bodily in spite of its crippled
condition, and we dropped in a series of
parabolas or long hops. One of these hops
brought us right over the Seine, and I made
sure we should drop in the water. " Now we're
safe," I called out, for I knew that thousands of
people would be watching our
headlong progress and plenty
of boats would put off to our
assistance. Just then, how-
ever, the wind caught us up
again and carried us over to
Clichy.
To guard against the shock
I knew we should get when
we did come down I made
all the passengers climb into
the netting. It was rather
a job to get the lady up, but
it was accomplished at last.
We had hardly finished
when I heard the soldier sing
out, " Here we are ! Now
we're all right ! "
Then I heard the car hit
the top of a wall, carrying
away a bit of the coping and
smashing a couple of small
trees. The negro at once let
go and dropped — he says
twelve yards, but it wasn't as
many feet. He fell on the
top of a workman who was
hurrying up to help us, and
they both rolled over in the
mud, but were quickly on
their feet again. "Are you
hurt ? " asked the man. " Not
a bit," replied the nigger.
"Are you?" "Not much,"
replied the ouvrier, doubt-
fully, as he rubbed the dirt
off his clothes.
Meanwhile workmen came running out of the
gasworks and hauled the car to the ground.
The lady and the boy, in an ecstasy of terror,
clung so tightly to the netting that their hands
had to be forced open, and the boy, as soon as
he found himself safe on land, ran away as fast
as he could, as also did one of the men. The
South American gentleman has sprained his
back badly, they say, but I don't know how he
did it — jumping out, I suppose. I was holding
the lady with my right arm when we alighted,
and the jerk as we hit the wall threw me forward,
and I strained my left arm. The lady, I am
glad to say, is unhurt, except for a bruise or
two. She bore up well during a very trying
experience. She is somewhat hysterical now,
but that's the excitement of the rescue, and
she'll be all right to-morrow. I asked her
what she was thinking about when she was
lying down in the bottom of the car, and she
replied that the only things she could recollect
were that she had forgotten to send a sample
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THE NEGRO AT ONCE LET GO AND DKOl'I'EI).
of coffee to a friend who was going abroad, and
that she had made up her mind to have a bath
to-morrow ! There's a curious bit of psychology
for you !
At this moment M. Adam, the manager of the
gardens, arrived in a cab and took Captain Lair
off to the Commissary of Police to give an
account of the accident, after which they returned
to " Printania." The afternoon performance was
going on at the time, and as soon as it was
known that Captain Lair had returned the
audience shouted to him to appear on the stage.
He went on and bowed, whereupon they cheered
frantically, whilst the orchestra struck up the
" Marseillaise."
I saw Captain Lair a few days later for the
purpose of having him photographed.
M. Adam and the plucky aeronaut were
already laying their plans to build a larger and
better balloon as quickly as possible. The
latter laughingly offered to take Harry Vincent
up on the first trip, but the negro firmly
declined the offer. " No, sar," he grinned ;
" not all de money in Paris get me in dat
balloon again ! "
Very few people know how cork is cut and harvested in the great forests of Southern
Spain. In this article Miss Stuart describes and illustrates the whole process of cork-
as well as the curious customs connected with the industry.
-stripping,
N the sunny and romantic region of
Andalusia, in Spain, are miles upon
miles of cork forests, covering the
hillsides with their wild and luxuriant
beauty. It is chiefly to this pic-
turesque southern province that we are indebted
for our supply of cork, for, though it flourishes
m other districts and countries, by far the best
quality — and the largest quantity — is supplied
from Andalusia. The vast tracts of forest land
are guarded all the year round by gangs of men
who go by the name of "bodyguard," and who
are authorized by the Government to carry
firearms with which to protect their masters'
property. On this account they do not, as a
rule, get into much trouble should the execu-
tion of their duty necessitate the use of
their guns to such good purpose as to
incapacitate, and even kill, any poachers.
The only persons beside the guards who are
allowed to e- ter the forests are the men who
look after the pigs, large herds of which are
driven into the forests during the season to feed
upon the fruit of the cork tree, which very much
resembles our acorn, and on which they thrive
and flourish. The proprietors can count upon
a fairly good income from this source alone, the
pigs being admitted to the forests to feed at so
much a head.
Amongst the largest of these cork forests is
Vol. xiv.— 43.
that named the Arrayan, which belongs to the
estate of Messrs. G. Lombard and Co., and is
situated in the mountains of Jimina. It is to
this enterprising firm that I am indebted for the
striking photographs which accompany this
article, and for much valuable information.
The season for the stripping process begins in
June and goes on to the end of August, that
being the period when the sap is flowing freely
through the trees.
In Andalusia the soil is exceedingly fertile,
and if the cork is allowed to remain too long on
the trees it becomes very coarse and goes back
practically to its original state — that is to say,
before it was ripe for stripping. In less fertile
soils it takes longer to mature, and is sometimes
finer in consequence.
During the cutting season — the harvest time,
so to speak — large gangs of men live in the
forest on the scene of their labours. They are
provided with keen axes and go by the name
of corcheros, or " strippers " ; and with their
swarthy faces and quaint costumes they lend
additional pictuivsqueness to the scene. A
number of "collectors " with slings accompany
the strippers. Stripping a cork tree is by no
means an easy operation, and has to be con-
ducted with great care and skill, as the tree
would be ruined by rough handling of the axe.
The corchero first carefully examines the tree
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and gauges the probable thickness of the cork-
wood, so as to judge how much force he must
use to insert his axe and cut the corky substance
without touching the inner bark through which
the sap flows and on which the next corkwood
will grow. Around the skin of the tree, at
about four feet from the ground, the corchero
The photograph reproduced below shows the
cork being stripped from a tree in the manner
described. No tree is stripped until it has
acquired its full growth, the age of maturity
varying from eight to nine years for the trunk,
ten to eleven for the first branches, and a year
or two more for the second branches. The trees
Froir a]
describes a circle of horizontal cuts. This
operation is repeated at the foot of the tree,
quite close to the ground. He next makes a
series of perpendicular cuts to join the two
circles. The handle of his axe (which is termi-
nated in the shape of a chisel) is now introduced
through the perpendicular cuts, and the stripper
moves it backwards and forwards to loosen the
corkwood from the inner bark, to which it
adheres slightly ; it then comes off easily in the
shape of a section of a tube. This is continued
until the trunk and branches of the tree are
bare.
themselves attain the age of from fifty to sixty
years in these regions. The trunk yields a cork
inferior to that from the branches ; the higher
the branch the better the quality, owing to the
closer growth.
The next photograph shows the collectors
at work. They gather up the corkwood from
the ground as it falls under the axe-strokes of
the busy strippers and carry it away from the
trees to some spot where it is placed in piles
and then cut into smaller pieces intended for
cork-sheets. The slings with which these men
are provided are for the purpose of binding
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the wild and rugged districts through which they
have to pass, it very seldom happens that a
bundle gets loosened in transit. The load is,
however, fixed on in such a manner that, should
the animal fall, it can be immediately unfastened.
The little donkeys, too, are marvellously sure-
footed, and come down the rugged mountain
paths in perfect safety. In many cases the way
is extremely difficult and dangerous, skirting the
edge of terrible precipices ; but the donkeys
walk on them as firmly as a horse on a main
road. The annexed photograph shows the
donkey pack-train on its way through the forest.
fifteen thousand bales of one hundredweight
each. The next process that the cork undergoes
is " cooking " and " scraping." Sometimes the
" cooking " takes place on the spot, as in this
case, and then a temporary boiler is prepared
and a rough hut erected for the use of the
" scrapers." A large quantity of corkwood is
shipped in its raw state to the United States, as
America buys the greater part of the first,
second, and third qualities.
The gangs of men employed in the various
operations — stripping, collecting, splitting, and
scraping — lead somewhat eventful lives, owing
From u\
A DONKEY PACK-TRAIN BRINGING THE CORK DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAINS.
[Photo.
The loads are so big that but little can be seen
of the animals beneath, but it must be remem-
bered that the burdens are not quite so formid-
able as they appear. In the above, picture is
shown one of the most dangerous passages they
have to, traverse. It is a narrow path at the
edge of a precipice about one thousand feet
above the plain below, and goes by the name of
" The Leap of the Moor." '
On the next page we see the arrival of the
transport animals at the gathering place. In
the background will be noticed an immense
quantity of cork which has already been brought
down from the forest. This pile contains about
to the many dangers they have to encounter.
They are, however, subjected to a rather severe
discipline, necessitated by theii wild and excit
able natures. As soon as they have reached
the scene of their labours the foreman of the
gang selects a suitable spot, close to a fresh
spring of water, and here the camp is estab-
lished. The cook and his assistants take up
their quarters, and are kept busy all day pre-
paring the meals. At about eight a.m., for
breakfast, and one p.m., for dinner, the
foreman sounds a horn or whistle, whereupon
the whole gang assemble at the camp to
partake of their meal. This is prepared in
THE CORK HARVEST IN ANDALUSIA.
341
large wooden bowls, each bowl containing
sufficient food for fifteen men. The cork-
harvesters form up in circles, standing round
their respective bowls, each man holding a
large wooden spoon and gazing eagerly at the
food whilst awaiting the signal to begin. No
sooner is this given than the whole gang fall to
in a very peculiar manner. Each man fills his
spoon and then walks backwards and forwards
greedily devouring the contents, as shown in
my last picture, which gives an excellent idea
of this curious custom. One hour is the time
allowance for each meal, but an extra hour is
tacked on at midday in order that the men may
oxalic acid which the corkwood undergoes.
Sweet wines are more conducive to the develop
ment of this germ than others, and it is therefore
more frequently found in corks used for ports or
liqueurs. Sometimes a maggot-cork is overlooked
through carelessness ; but this does not often
happen, the men who examine the corks having
strict orders to cut in half all those affected in
this way, to ensure their not getting mixed with
the sound ones. Another evil which afflicts
the cork trees is "double growth,'' caused by a
wet season intervening during the maturin
the wood. The number of years of growth can
be quite distinctly traced in the graining of the
THE ARRIVAL OF THE PACK-TRAIN— OBSERVE THE IMMENSE QUANTITY OF CORK STACKED IN THE BACKGRi
From a Photo.
enjoy their siesta, the heat at noonday being
generally too great to permit of their continuing
their work uninterruptedly.
One of the worst enemies with which the
proprietor of a cork forest has to contend is the
maggot which infests the wood, and which in
Spain goes by the name of " snake," on account
of its habit of curling itself up in all sorts of
places. In some cases the undergrowth, if not
properly kept down, is responsible for the
ravages of this pest, which ruins thousands of
fine trees. The germ frequently lives hidden,
and does not appear until after the cork
is finished and placed in a bottle, when it
develops in a slightly different form ; this in
spite of the boiling and washing with vitriol or
wood, and it is here that the "double growth "
shows itself. It forms a weak point and causes
the cork to break off, in some instances as
cleanly as if it had been cut with a knife. Some-
times the corkwood is cut from the tree when
"green," before it is quite ripe. When in tin's
state it has a most peculiar feeling, a little strip
of " green " wood in a cork striking quite cold
as compared with the rest, giving one almost the
sensation of touching a corpse.
By great care and watchfulness, however, these
various ills can generally be averted and the
corkwood brought in a perfect state to the stage
when it is finally cut up. Strange to say, even
in these days of complicated machinery of all
kinds, the knife used by hand is generally
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THE CORK IJARViiSilikS AT UI.NAhK-KACH MAN KILLS HIS SPOON AND WALKS UACKUAKUs AND
From a] the contents.
[Photo.
found the most satisfactory method of cutting
the cork — principally on account of the material
having the awkward habit of blunting every
instrument with which it comes in contact.
Within the past few years a Scotch firm has
introduced a machine which is more satis-
factory than any of its predecessors. This
cuts corks and bungs of any diameter, and
an expert workman can, by the aid of this
machine, turn out about nine hundred corks
per hour.
When cut by hand the corkwood is first
sorted and sized, after which it is " pushed
off" in lengths, then squared and rounded.
Curiously enough, in cutting the pieces to the
required size, the Englishman and the Spaniard
adopt exactly opposite methods, more or less
characteristic of the two races. The former
stands to his work and cuts away from him,
measuring each piece accurately with a gauge,
while the Spaniard, with his natural indolence,
reclines gracefully, more often than not with
a cigarette in his mouth, and, holding the cork-
wood against his breast, pulls towards him,
never using a gauge, but working entirely by
guess-work.
Needless to say, the most expensive cork of
all is that used for champagne bottles.
It is not, however, for bottling purposes alone
that cork is used. It figures largely in lifeboats
and belts ; it supports the fisherman's nets ; and
parings of cork form the " Spanish black " used
by printers. The dust is used for packing
grapes, while the sweepings, after being burnt,
provide the nigger minstrel with his ebony
complexion.
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"Lone Star."
THE ADVENTURES OE A FAMOUS SCOUT.
As Told by Himself and Set Down by T. R. Porter.
Being episodes from the career of Mr. Fred M. Hans, a famous American army scout and Indian
fighter, who alone and single-handed accomplished all but incredible feats.
II. — HOW "LONE STAR" BEAT THE CHEYENNES.
HAT was the most desperate
situation in which I ever found
myself ?
Well, that's a hard question
for a man who has spent about
ten years scouting on the Western plains at a
time when the Indians were hostile and
treacherous, and not only ready but anxious to
fight whenever they had the opportunity. But
I believe the time when I was in the centre of
Dull Knife's big band of bloodthirsty Cheyenne
warriors, securely bound on a horse, with the
horse tied to four " braves " who rode in the
shape of a square with me in the
centre, and all of us en route to
the place where I was to be
burned at the stake, was just
about as perilous and desperate
as any mess I ever got into.
For nearly a week this proces-
sion had kept up during the day,
while each night I was tied to
a tent - stake in order that I
might not escape. As we went
farther and farther into the wilds,
drawing nearer day by day to the
COLONEL WIN ST' >N, OF THE UNITED
country where the Indians in- STATES ARMV-, w'HO sent "lone
just been informed that Dull Knife, the old
Cheyenne chief, accompanied by a large body
of his people, has left the reservation. They
carried every available gun, all the ammunition
they could lay hands on, and, in fact, everything
belonging to them, including their squaws and
papooses. Our scouts have been unable to
locate them. I want you to find where they
are, why they left the reservation, and what they
are doing."
Having been absent on my Montana trip
for several months, I was not quite in touch
with the situation, and I spent the next few
hours in questioning the
Indian Agent, the scouts, and
those Cheyennes who remained
behind, as well as some of the
Sioux Indians who were at the
Agency.
I discovered that through-
out the entire summer mes
sengers had been passing to and
fro between the Cheyennes at
the Agency and a part of the
same tribe which had been sent
to the Indian Territory, six hun-
k
dred miles farther south. These
which event STAR" ON a scouting expedition latter did not like their new
tended camping
. . ii ii .TO LOCATE DULL KNIFE, THE CHEY- . ..
they intended to celebrate by Froma\ enne chief. [Photo. location, and were demanding to
be sent back north.
torturing me to death — my
chances of escape diminished, until I lost all
hope of outside aid.
How did I happen to get into such a
desperate scrape ? Well, I got into it through
my own individual efforts, and I got out of it
in the same way. It all happened like this.
"Colonel Winston directs that you come to
his tent immediately," said a messenger to me.
I had been up in Montana assisting in the
capture of Chief Joseph and his Nez Perces
Indians, and the day previous had reached Red
Cloud Agency, after nearly two months in the
saddle. After reporting to the commanding
general and placing myself at his disposal I had
gone to take a much-needed rest.
Responding to the summons I went to
Colonel Winston's tent, where I found a number
of officers, together with the Indian Agent,
holding a council.
'"Lone Star,'" said the Colonel, "I have
My task did not appear to be more than a
mere scouting expedition to locate a body ol
runaway Indians, and that was usually an easy
matter, although the Indians in this case had a
start of four days on me.
It took me two days to find the trail of
the runaways, and then I was surprised to
see that they had gone toward the south,
instead of northward to the hunting-grounds
of the Sioux and Cheyennes. By that time I
was almost a week behind the fugitives, but
as the band left a broad trail, which I had
no difficulty in following, I rapidly gained on
them.
On the afternoon of the third day of the
chase the absence of game was a sign
that I was not far behind the Cheyennes, and
just before dark of the same day, with the aid of
my field-glasses, I discovered their camp several
miles ahead.
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Having picketed my horse in a clump of
bushes beside the stream near which the
Indians were camped, I made my way close to
the circle of
tepees and
spent half an
hour watching
the Indians
gathered
around the
camp fires.
5§
4
" I SPENT HALF AN HOUR WATCHING THE INDIANS."
Then I made a startling discovery — there was
not a single buck in the camp ! The entire
fighting force of the band, leaving behind the
women and children, had gone towards the
settlements of Northern Kansas ! There was
only one meaning to that move. The Cheyennes
had gone on the war-path, and the southern
frontier was not only unprotected, but was even
unaware of the hideous danger menacing it !
Mounting my horse, I rode as near the camp
as I dared, and in order to make sure that all
the braves had departed I fired half-a-dozen
shots from my revolver into the air. It was
risky business, for if the braves were still there
I should have had to run for it.
Instantly the camp was a scene of confusion.
Every tepee sent forth its quota of squaws and
papooses, but no braves. I was right. The
men had gone southward, and even now might
be raiding and burning the frontier towns of
Kansas.
My course was clear. I must get word to
the military authorities without delay. Fifty
miles to the south of me ran the Union Pacific
Railroad. The redskins had gone in that
direction, but there were no towns along its
lines at that time and they could do it practi-
cally no damage. How-
ever, the telegraph along
the railroad offered me a
means of quick communi-
cation to the army officers,
and toward the road I
hastened, urging my horse
to the utmost limit of his
speed.
Just after daylight the
next morning I reached
the railroad, and then
started eastward looking
for a telegraph station. By
nine o'clock I found one,
and immediately notified
General Crook at Omaha
of my discovery.
As I afterwards found,
the authorities were dum-
founded at the seriousness
of my information, and
bodies of troops from
several different forts were
immediately ordered to
move by forced marches into the threatened
district.
At the same time I was instructed to get in
advance of the Indians and, if possible, to warn
the settlers of their danger. I was also told that
several days before the dissatisfied Cheyennes
in Indian Territory had left their southern
station and set off together with all their women
and children towards the north, ostensibly for a
hunt. I was instructed to look out for this
band also.
After giving my horse a few hours' rest,
which he much needed, I returned to where
the Cheyennes had crossed the railroad and,
taking up the trail, rode hard, hoping to over-
take and get in the lead of the war party. But
the warriors, too, were riding hard. They had
now thrown off all attempts at disguising their
intentions, and were moving down like a
whirlwind upon the exposed settlements and
farms.
The next day I discovered a broad trail lead-
ing up from the south and joining the trail
which I was following. The Indians from the
Territory had combined with their brothers
from the north. On the afternoon of the same
day I saw that the whirlwind had burst.
The first-fruits of the "red death" became
visible as I rode down a fairly well - settled
valley. The body of a man riddled with bullets
and with the scalp missing lay in the doorway
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THE INDIANS HAD BEGUN THEIR DREADFUL WORK.
of his wrecked home. The Indians had begun
their dreadful work.
And the destruction was still going on. Far
down the valley I could see with my glasses
columns of smoke rising in a number of different
places. As I proceeded nothing but death met
me, even the live stock having been killed.
Most of the homes had been fired. The settlers
had apparently been taken entirely unawares,
and were slaughtered almost without resistance.
Having caught up with the Indians I made
a wide detour and got in front of them. Then
I began warning the settlers in the valley of the
danger which was now following hard on my
heels.
Gradually we gathered a band strong enough
to withstand the Indians, who, however, refused
a fight on those terms and left the valley, going
back to the north.
Leaving the settlers to care for their dead
neighbours I followed the Cheyennes back into
Nebraska, having occasional skirmishes with
stragglers. On the warriors hurried, and after
Vol. xiv,-
several days of riding such
as only the North Ameri-
can Indian can do they
reached the camp in
which the northern branch
of the tribe had left th< ii
squaws and papooses
when they went on the
war - path. Seeing no
signs of pursuit the war-
riors decided to rest here
for a few clays and the
whole tribe therefore went
into camp, while I did the
same thing several miles
away.
That was where I made
my mistake and got
picked up. I supposed
the band would return
to the Agency and be-
come " good Indians "
again, as they usually did
after a raid. So, after
waiting and resting for
several days, I boldly
rode into the Indian
camp one morning and
demanded to see my
"old friend" Dull
Knife. I saw him all
right in about a minute.
The old rascal came
from his tepee, and in-
vited me to dismount and
enter his lodge. As I did
so he and half-a-dozen of his braves suddenly
grabbed me, and before I could resist I was
securely bound.
I appeared very indignant, but the dodge
didn't work. I told them I was a visitor and a
friend and demanded my liberty, but I didn't
get it.
" The Cheyennes are no longer friends to the
white men," said Dull Knife. " The Cheyennes
are dissatisfied with the treatment of the white
soldiers, and they will never again go upon a
reservation, nor will they accept help from the
white men again. They have gone on the war-
path, which they will travel for evermore.
They will go to their own country, and woe to
the white soldiers who follow. They will wear
war-paint for the remainder of their lives, and
will kill white people whenever found. You,
' Lone Star,' shall die, and your scalp shall 1
at my belt. You shall be scalped while still
alive, and you shall be burned at the stake, that
my young men may see how cowardly a white
man is, and may never be afraid of them. You
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HALK-A-DOZEN uh Ilia lilwvVto bUL.DL.NLV OKAtililMJ
shall go with us, a captive, until our own country
is reached. Then you shall die."
This was a nice state of affairs ! The fact
that the Cheyennes would attempt to return to
their homes in far-away Wyoming and Montana
was something new. As I well knew, there
were no soldiers between our present camp and
that country, and while the soldiers would be
searching for the Indians up towards the Agency
we would be travelling in quite another direc-
tion. And meantime I should be getting
nearer and nearer each day to a horrible death.
I well knew old Dull Knife would carry out his
threat of torturing me. I had known him for
many years, and had never heard of him missing
an opportunity to commit any outrage within
his power.
The following day the old rascal broke
camp, and with me securely bound to a horse,
and the horse tied to four of his braves, we
started toward the north-west. Dull Knife
neglected no precautions to preclude my escape.
He gave orders that if I succeeded in getting
away my guards were to be tortured in my place
— a clever move for ensuring the utmost vigi-
"1aiTce~on their part. He
also told me that at any
attempt on my part to
escape I should be put to
death immediately. One
of my escort carried my
own pistols in his belt,
and tantalized me by
holding them up to my
view whenever I looked
at him.
On the march the
braves jeered and hooted
at me, but did not other-
wise ill-treat me — I was
being reserved for future
enjoyment ! I was fed
when the others ate, and
at night: was placed in a
separate lodge with my
four guards, my hands
being bound and my feet
securely tied to a tent-
stake driven in., the
ground. After first tying
my hands on the day of
my capture, the Indians
never undid them at all,
and to that fact I owe
my escape.
Two days before we
were scheduled to reach
the old hunting-grounds
of the tribe, and
therefore just forty-eight hours before I was to
be killed, there came a change in the weather,
which had hitherto been good. All day long
the rain fell in torrents and we were drenched to
the skin. The Indians rode with their blankets
drawn well forward over their heads, and when
night came on everyone was completely worn out.
An early camp was made and soon the
entire band was sleeping. I had been fastened
as usual, and, well knowing that no soldiers or
enemies were within a hundred miles of us, the
Indians had placed no guards.
All that day while the rain fell I had been
exposed to the weather, no blanket having been
given me. Purposely I had held my hands so
that the water, draining from my hat-brim, fell
directly on to the deerskin thongs with which
they were tied. In time the thongs began to
stretch and give, but I was careful not to carry
this far enough for the Indians to notice it.
There were just two nights between me and a
horrible death, and I determined to make
a desperate effort to escape that night.
My four guards, exhausted by the trying
march, slept soundly, and I was able to work
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347
undisturbed. Within an hour after we turned
in my hands were entirely free, thanks to the
stretching of the wet deerskin. Another half-
hour and I had so loosened my ankle-bonds
that I could cast them off easily. Then I lay
still and waited for the dead of night. By the
smouldering " buffalo chip " fire in the centre of
the tent I could dimly discern the sleeping
Indians, and could even locate my revolvers in
their holsters in the belt of one of the sleepers.
It would be almost useless to escape into the
wilderness without firearms with which to secure
food, and I determined to get one of those
pistols from that Indian, even though I had to
kill him to do it.
Finally, I decided that the moment for action
had come.
Carefully I removed the thongs from my
feet, and silently crawling to the sleeping
Indian I removed one of my pistols without
waking him, but found it impossible to secure
the other one, and was forced to be contented
with only one gun. Neither could I get posses-
sion of any extra ammunition, and so had only
six shots to carry me to safety.
With the revolver in my hand I crept
cautiously to the flap of the tepee, which I
was just in the act of raising when one of
the sleeping Indians rolled over. I hugged the
ground for dear life, expecting him to discover
my plight and to give the alarm. I deter-
mined to kill him if he alarmed the camp, and
"i CREPT CAUTIOUSLY TO THE FLAP OF THE TEPEE.
to grab another revolver and shoot my way to
the open or be killed myself.
But the movement of the Indian was one
made in his sleep, and after waiting a minus I
crawled through the doorway in safety. Outside
I found the rain still falling, and the sound of the
water beating against the tepees helped to drown
what little noise I made as I took my way to
the place where the horses had been tethi i
which I had been careful to note when the camp
was pitched. In making this journey I crawled
in and out among the scattered tepees, through
pools and mud-puddles, but I eventually reached
the horses.
For the same reasons that no guards were
placed around the camp there were none with
the horses, which were all " staked." I had no
trouble in securing old Dull Knife's crack pony,
which I led some distance away from the camp
before I dared to mount. When I did get <>n
his back, however, the pace I made in getting
away from that vicinity was something pheno-
menal, for I was riding for my life. The Indians,
as I afterwards found, did not discover my
escape until daylight, and by that time I wis
miles away. They chased me, so I found, for
several hours, but didn't get anywhere near me.
Twenty-four hours later I rode into Fort
Robinson, having ridden more than a hundred
miles in that time. Another two hours and
I was en route to Dull Knife's camp with a
strong detachment of cavalry.
We had a fierce
battle with the Chey-
ennes, in which many
of them were killed
and the rest captured
and brought to Fori
Robinson. On one
of the captured
Indians, to my great
delight, I found my
other pistol, and
took possession
of it.
Two weeks later
the captive Chey-
ennes broke gaol at
Fort Robinson, and
in the exciting
scri m ma l;c wh ich
followed I put a bul-
let through Dull
Knife just as he
in the very a< t <f
killing a soldier.
That settled my ac-
count with him.
(To be continued.)
The " Cave of the Winds.
H
By Orrin E. Dunlap, of Niagara Falls, U.S.A.
A chatty little article concerning the wonderful " Cave of the Winds," situated behind the Centre Fall of
Niagara. Visitors to this extraordinary cavern enjoy the unique sensation of actually passing through
the descending waters of the cataract and looking at the mighty waterfall from behind and below it.
F all the strange adventures with
which men meet in the perform-
ance of their daily duties, none are
more remarkable and fraught with
such peculiar dangers as those ex-
perienced by the guides whose work it is each
spring to rebuild the bridges that make access
to the famous " Cave of the Winds " at Niagara
possible. The wonder is that these men can
accomplish what they do. The "Cave of the
Winds " is one of the chief attractions of Niagara,
and to make the trip through
it thrills and astonishes one
like nothing else in the world.
The cavern is located under
what is known as the Centre
Fall — a magnificent sheet of
water that pours over the pre-
cipice between Luna and Goat
Islands. It is about a hundred
feet wide at the brink, and the
volume of water is sufficient to
most effectually curtain the
mysterious cave that has been
hollowed out of the solid rock
behind by the action of wind
and water.
The Centre Fall is of the
same height as the American
Fall, and the base is protected
by a rocky talus of a similar
kind. It is over and about
these rocks and boulders lying
at the foot of the Fall that the
guides each spring have to
build the bridges over which
thousands of people will later
pass to enter the peculiar
cavern behind the great sheet
of falling water. The debris
slope of Goat Island is reached
by a spiral stairway built in
1829, and which the private
and State owners have never
had the enterprise to improve.
All the timber for the new
bridges is dropped over the
cliff by ropes, and the guides
begin their work of construc-
tion on the Goat Island side
of the Centre Fall. The direc-
tion of the wind has much to do with the
progress made, for the dense spray-cloud from
the cataract at times makes it almost impossible
to work. From the island slope to a huge rock
lashed by the foaming waters the first timbers
are thrown, and then from rock to rock the
work goes on until the angry waters, fresh from
their great leap, have been spanned. This much
accomplished, the guides gain access to the
slope below Luna Island, from which side the
recesses of the great cave are reached by
GUIDES AT WORK IN THE SPKAY-CLOUD BUILDING THE BUIDCibS LEADING TO THE CrtVli.
From a Photo.
THE "CAVE OF THE WINDS."
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j' to in a\
GUIDES A I' THK HEAD OK THE
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spray, and yet he safe.
The stupendous power of
the waterfall is for ever
impressed on the be-
holder, who experiences
mixed sensations of terror
and safety. As visitors
are dressed in oilskin
clothing, the dash of the
spray is pleasant to the
face, and the rainbows
that appear all about are,
in many cases, perfect
circles. It is quickly
noticed that the falling
water causes a compres-
sion of air in the cave.
When the guide places
your hand in that of
another visitor, himself
taking the lead, and
boldly ascends a wooden
stairway that leads you
right through the sheet
of falling water, you feel
that the climax has come.
However, the outside
is quickly and safely
reached, and you marvel
at what you have seen.
It is utterly impossible
visitors. Down a rocky
stairway they go into the
very heart of the cave,
where they stand in a
chamber one hundred by
one hundred and sixty
feet in size, and one
hundred feet high. At
the back is the solid rock
of the river bank, and in
front is the beautiful fire-
proof curtain formed by
a portion of the plunging
Niagara torrent. There
is an ever - changing
sequence of beautiful
effects from the light
passing through the de-
scending flood, while the
roar of the Fall is tre-
mendous and indescrib-
able. In no other part
of the world is such an
experience possible — to
stand behind the rushing
waters of a mighty cas-
cade, drenched by its
RECORDING THE
xEMENDOUS ROAR OF THE CATARACT 11V MEANS Ol
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to describe the varied sensations
caused by this most wonderful
trip. The changes come so
thick and fast that the general
impression is remarkable.
Above all, there is the thought
that you have actually been
behind, been under, been
through, the plunging torrent of
the mighty Ealls of Niagara !
In the form of spray it has
kissed your face, has washed
the smiles and the frowns away,
and the awful drop of the water
on your head as you strode in
line up the glistening stairway
out of the cavern will linger
with you a long time.
It is to make this unique ex-
perience possible that the guides
each spring erect new bridges.
When the cave trips close for
the season the bridges are aban-
doned to the water and ice of
winter-time, and by the spring
they are wrecked, which makes
the erection of new structures a
necessity, if the sensation of a
" Cave of the Winds " excursion
is not to be lost to the world.
People from every section of
the civilized globe have
been through the " Cave
of the Winds," and never
yet has a life been lost
there owing to accident.
The guides have many
queer experiences — man)
strange adventures. They
come in contact witn the
man who " knows it all "
and who doesn't want a
guide. They meet the
women who wonder " why
the waters come down,"
and also the venturesome
people, both men and
women, who want to step
off the bridges and go
exploring on their own
account, but are not
allowed to do so. Nia-
gara is famous as a ren-
dezvous for honeymooning
couples, and when they
make the trip through
the cave there are many
humorous occurrences.
They are all in all to each
GUIDE J. K. BARLOW, WHO HAS MET WITH
MANY ADVENTURES IN THE COURSE OF
From a] his work. [Photo.
THE CENTRAL FIGURE IS MR. B. H. WHITE, WHO, W
COMPANION, WAS THE FIRST TO ENTER THE " CAVI
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other, and the world outside
passes as nothing. Of course,
the bonnie bride feels rather
strange in the oil-skin suit, but
as she has won love's battle
her appearance does not count.
With the first dash of spray
there comes a little scream, but
soon everybody is laughing over
the rare enjoyment experienced.
The romance of the trip is best
exemplified by the fact that a
few years ago a lady and gentle-
man, with a liking for the un-
conventional, were married in
the " Cave of the Winds " itself
by Judge Edward E. Russell.
Notwithstanding that his
writings record a disappoint-
ment, it has remained for Mr.
H. A. Parsons to tell how the
" Cave of the Winds " was first
entered. When the wind at
times blew away the overhanging
spray- cloud, observant guides
and others had noticed that
there seemed to be a cave
behind the Fall, and many were
eager to have the honour of first
entering it. Mr. Parsons was
among this number, and on July
15 th, 1834, he secured
assistance and made an
effort to cross from the
Coat Island slope through
the water of the Centre
Fall to the slope below
Luna Island, feeling that
this was the only route by
which the cave could be
entered. With a rope about
his body Parsons made a
bold plunge to cross the
stream, but was drawn
back under the foam and
only rescued in a state of
utter exhaustion. Unable
to speak or move, he was
being treated on the rocks,
when Mr. B. H. White
and Mr. G. W. Sims, un-
daunted by his misfortune,
effected a crossing. These
two were the first human
beings, so far as is known,
to enter the wonderful
"Cave of the Winds,"
where " they found many
eels."
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The
Roow
By Francis H. E. Palmer.
An echo of Napoleon's disastrous retreat fiom Moscow. For nigh on a century a certain Russian
mansion was supposed to be haunted, so that no one would occupy it. The author describes his
own uncanny experiences in the haunted chamber and the extraordinary manner in which, after
a lapse of nearly ninety years, the room finally yielded its startling secret.
HREE nights in a haunted room in
a lonely house, situated in one of
the wildest districts of White Russia,
is an experience one is not likely
to forget. I am not particularly
superstitious, and, in fact, I expressly asked to
be allowed to occupy the room in question, as I
was curious to solve the mystery attaching to it,
and to discover the real
cause of the dread it had r.,'vy*:«a««MB|BB
inspired for the greater
part of a century. Never
theless, the situation was
strangely weird and eerie,
and the impression left
upon my mind by m y
curious adventure was
deepened by the extra-
ordinary and romantic
denouement which occurred
a few years after my visit.
Nothing assuredly was
wanting in the position of
the house itself, the
scenery around it, and
above all in the dramatic
events that had occurred
in the vicinity, to give
rise to all kinds of wild
and blood - curdling legends. The estate of
Tchernovitschy was, in fact, one of those spots
over which a perpetual shadow seems to lin.
even the glaring sunlight of a Russian summer
only served to bring out the gloom in stronger
relief. In front of the house was a wide plain of
treacherous bog-land, in which, here and there,
a few stunted trees struggled for existence, and
5r
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L
From u\ the h
AUNTtU ROOM AS IT APPEARED U HE N I Hi . . i IIOK FIRST SAW ) I'.
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THE HOUSE AT TCHEKNOVITSCHY WHICH CONTAINED THE HAUNTED ROOM.
From a Sketch by the Attthor.
beyond was a
low-lying lake
which extends
to the horizon
in the direc-
tion of the his-
toriclittle town
of Gloubokoe.
On the risine;
ground behind
was a wide
area of fir and
pine forest,
whose sombre
c o 1 o u r i n g
seemed only
to add to the
gloom.
The house
itself was of
the usual Rus-
sian type — a
vast, oblong,
timber-built
construction consisting of a ground floor only,
with a large number of rooms connected by
long, rambling corridors. The whole of the
space beneath the roof was, as usual in Russia,
intended to serve as a great general store-room,
but in one gable a chamber,
the one I occupied, had
been partitioned off, and at
the time of my visit con-
tained only a camp-bed, an
old Russian wardrobe, a
table, and a few chairs. For
very nearly a century, how-
ever, from the uncanny
reputation of this part of
the house, the store - room
and the bedchamber had
remained closed and un-
visited. So great indeed
was the terror that the ghost,
or ghosts, inspired that only
two servants — a devoted old
peasant named Ivan Bielky
and his granddaughter
Marsha — would consent to
remain in the house at night.
The estate was the pro-
perty of Count Julius La-
vinsky, a Polish noble, and
was situated a few miles
from Gloubokoe, the
wretched little Jewish town-
let in which, the reader may
remember, Napoleon wasted
lour days upon his march
From a] count julius lavinsky.
to Moscow,
with results
that, in the
opinion of
most military
writers, turned
the scale of
fortune irre-
trievably
against him.
I had been
asked by a
Russian friend
to assist him in
collecting data
and photo-
graphs for a
work he has
subsequently
published in
St. Petersburg,
describing this
little-known
portion of
Russia; and Count Lavinsky, to whom I had
letters of introduction, kindly consented to aid
me in my investigations. The part that his own
family had played in the affairs of this Russian
province in the days of Napoleon enabled him
to give me a graphic account
of the events I am about to
describe, but little indeed
did either of us imagine
that, so far as he personally
was concerned, the curtain
had not yet fallen upon the
Napoleonic tragedy, and that
the last scene of all, which
did not occur till December,
1900, would be as dramatic
in its results to himself as
anything that had befallen
his ancestors in the troublous
times of 18 12.
The day after my arrival
the Count accompanied me
to the old monastery at
Gloubokoe, in which Napo-
leon had lost those four
fateful days, and by his in-
action possibly changed the
whole of the world's sub-
sequent history. The monas-
tery, which in Napoleon's
time belonged to a Roman
Catholic order, is now in the
possession of the Russian
Church. The whole building
is in a state of dilapidation,
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part let out in tenements to Jews, the rest
occupied by Russian priests, and the whole is
in a condition of filth and squalor that is
simply indescribable. The room occupied by
Napoleon, however, had been left untouched,
I was told, since the day of his departure. I
am not disposed to dispute this assertion, as
everything was covered with so thick a layer of
dust that it was impossible to distinguish any
of the small articles upon the table which the
Emperor had left behind him. The view from
the window of Napoleon's room is, however,
very striking, and a photograph I took from
this position, and also that of the monastery
itself, are, I may mention, the only ones that
have ever been taken of this historic building.
In spite of all the dilapidation of nearly a
century, however, it is easy to reconstruct in
imagination the striking scene that must have
been presented by the brilliant staff of the
Great Emperor, by members of which all the
rooms in the monastery were occupied, and
the regiments of almost every nationality in
Europe by which the little town was thronged.
Although Napoleon had discouraged the
patriotic hopes of the Polish leaders at Vilna
some days before, when he reached Gloubokoe
he consented to receive a deputation of the
principal Polish landowners in the vicinity, to
whom, it is affirmed, he gave the most solemn
promise that he would support a restoration of
the Kingdom of Poland. Before visiting the
Emperor the members of the deputation pro-
ceeded in a body
to the church,
where they took a
solemn oath that
they renounced
their allegiance to
the Czar, and
would never relax
their efforts to
secure the inde-
pendence of their
country.
Among these.
Polish nobles was
Count Vladimir
Lavinsky and his
brother Alexis
(the grandfather of
my companion),
who had married
the daughter of a
certain Colonel
Vasticar, a gallant
French officer who
had accompanied
Napoleon to
Vol. xiv.— 45.
Russia. In the disastrous retreat from Moscow,
no portion of the Grande Armee suffered more
severely than that in which Colonel Vasticar
was serving, and in December, 1812, he found
himself once more in the vicinity of Glouboi
accompanied by only one young officer and
fifteen men. Harassed by the savage peasantry,
his only chance of escape lay in his finding a
temporary hiding-place at Tchernovitschy with
his son-in-law Alexis. Five more of his men
succumbed in that last forced march, but the
house was reached before dawn, and for the
moment the fugitives were safe. But only for
the moment. Alexis had been so seriously
compromised by his unwise action at Gloubokoe
that he had taken flight some days previously,
and though Vasticar was protected by the
faithful house-steward, his presence soon became
known outside. Meanwhile four more of his
men, who had taken refuge in the store-room,
had died of their wounds and exhaustion, and
the same fate befell the young officer) who
expired in the bedroom adjoining. Three days
after his arrival Vasticar determined to find
another hiding-place. Hardly had he quitted
the house than the ill-fated officer and his six
surviving men were surprised and massacred by
the peasantry.
THE ILL-FATED OFFICER AND HIS
SIX SURVIVING MEN WF.UF. SURPRISED AND MASSACRED UV
THE 1EASAN IKY."
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The fate of the fugitive Alexis was even
more tragic. The moment the overthrow of
Napoleon's expedition became known, Vladimir
Lavinsky determined to save his life and
fortune by denouncing his fellow-conspirators.
Through information given by him his brother
Alexis was arrested and promptly executed,
while the estate of Tchernovitschy was bestowed
upon Vladimir as a reward for his treachery.
Twenty years later, however, Vladimir, stung by
remorse, bequeathed the property to his nephew,
the only child of Alexis, who had been brought
up by distant relatives at Warsaw. The Poles,
even the educated classes, are singularly super-
stitious, and very probably the ghostly mani-
festations, which commenced as soon as Vladi-
mir took possession of his ill-gotten property,
had not a little to do with his remorseful
terror.
During the first two nights of my own stay at
Tchernovitschy, occupying the haunted bed-
chamber at my own request, nothing of any
kind occurred to indicate the presence of the
ghost, and I began to fear that I had needlessly
made myself supremely uncomfortable in my
desire to unravel the mystery. The third night,
however, was widely different. The weather
had become wild and stormy. The wind was
howling amid the forest trees and then dying
away with fitful sobs as it swept over the deso-
late moorland towards Gloubokoe. Almost as
soon as I entered my ghostly chamber I was
startled by a sound that was quite distinct from .
that of the blustering wind sweeping over the
roof above. It somewhat resembled a deep-
drawn sigh, followed by a groan like that of a
man in extreme agony. Then, as I listened
with startled attention, there followed the
muffled clanking of a chain, dragged wearily
along as though by a prisoner in irons. Nearer
and nearer approached the weird sounds, until
at length they seemed to be passing along the
floor within a few inches of my feet. Mean-
while I stood like a statue, literally trans-fixed
with astonishment. Finally all was still, save for
the piteous sighs and blood-curdling grqans,
which continued almost without intermission
throughout the night, while the clanking of the
chain was resumed at varying intervals.
The fact that precisely the same sounds had
been heard from time to time for more than
eighty years, as was proved by old letters shown
to me, precluded the idea of the " ghost " being
the outcome of a practical joke. It seemed
extremely improbable that several persons in
succession would keep up such a farce for
nearly a century — unless, indeed, they had some
great personal advantage to gain by it. Of this,
however, there was no evidence whatever. For
several hours I made the most careful investiga-
tion, examining every object in the room and in
the vast unused store-room adjoining, but in
vain. There was absolutely nothing to account
for the strange disturbance, and at length,
shortly before dawn, when I lay down to snatch
a few hours'' rest, I was obliged to admit to
myself that I was absolutely baffled.
Five years later, in December, 1900, the
mystery was cleared up, and in a manner that
must have given supreme satisfaction to the
unquiet spirits of the murdered Colonel Vasticar
and the betrayed Count Alexis if they really
haunted that uncanny room, which, for reasons
little dreamed of during those eighty-eight years,
they had good cause to watch over with the
utmost solicitude.
For a long time previously the affairs of
Count Julius Lavinsky had been growing
seriously embarrassed. His little estate of
Tchernovitschy was heavily mortgaged. A suc-
cession of bad harvests and increased taxation
had brought him almost to the brink of ruin,
when he learnt to his dismay that all the mort-
gage-bonds upon his property had been bought
up by his cousin, a grandson of the treacherous
Count Vladimir, whose family had always
bitterly resented what they regarded as his
Quixotic conduct in leaving the estate to his
nephew, the father of Julius Lavinsky. A few
weeks later the mortgage was foreclosed, and the
cousin became the new proprietor.
Meanwhile, a fresh disaster befell the unfor-
tunate Count Julius. Though he had carefully
abstained from taking part in any political
movement, he had been denounced to the
Government as "unfavourably disposed" towards
the present bureaucratic regime. A timely hint
was conveyed to him by a friend that orders
had been given for his arrest, and that as no
definite charge could be made against him he
would, like so many thousands of others, be
dealt with "administratively." In other words
he would be deported to some distant province,
and there detained, practically a prisoner, under
the strictest police supervision ! Only by
immediate flight could this fate be averted.
In order to obtain permission to quit Russia,
however, the traveller's passport must be
examined and endorsed by the official authorities,
and, under the circumstances, to have attempted
this would only have precipitated his arrest.
Fortunately for those who are willing to pay
for it, it is no difficult matter to obtain a false
passport, and the one procured by Lavinsky was
that of a certain Ivan Kouznietz, a poultry
merchant, formerly residing in London. The
man himself had been dead for years, but his
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passport survived, and had served many a time
to facilitate the flight of an exile from Russia and
afterwards to permit the safe return of a " sus-
pect" under the name of "Ivan Kouznietz,"
whom the Russian authorities believed was still
passing to and fro between England and Russia
in the ordinary course of his business.
While this matter was being arranged for him
Lavinsky determined to hide in the last place in
which the police would be likely to look for him
— his old house at Tchernovitschy. The estate
and all it contained was now the property of his
cousin, whom he knew to be his bitterest enemy,
but the faithful Ivan Bielky and his grand-
daughter were still the only occupants of the
ghost-haunted house.
The day after his arrival some strange im-
pulse led the Count to make one more attempt
to unravel the secret of the haunted chamber
before quitting his old home for ever. For
many hours his investigations were as fruitless
as my own had been, but at length, while
rummaging about, he discovered a secret drawer
in the old wardrobe which I had overlooked.
In this drawer was a sealed letter, yellow with
age and damp, but still quite legible, addressed
to his grandfather, Court Alexis, and initialled
in the corner by Colonel Vasticar. It was
evident that this letter (which, as usual in
the days before envelopes were invented,
had simply been folded and sealed) had
never been opened. It had,
written just before
the unfortunate
colonel left the house
to meet his death at
the hands of the
peasants. The
steward had placed
it in the secret
drawer for safe keep-
ing, but, as I have
already mentioned,
Alexis never re-
turned to receive it,
while the faithful
steward, who shared
his master's fate a
few weeks later, was
the only person who
knew of its exist-
ence.
It was wit h a
strangely eerie feel-
i ng that Julius
Lavinsky unsealed
this message from the
dead to the dead, for
he felt instinctively
that it would reveal the mystery that had hung
over the haunted house for nearly ninety yi
He was compelled to read it more than once,
however, before he realized all that it meant to
himself. In a few brief lines the colonel gave a
graphic sketch of the frightful sufferings he had
undergone in that dreadful march from Moscow.
On leaving the Russian capital a large sum of
money, chiefly in French and Russian gold, had
been placed in his charge. Through a s.
of disasters he had been separated from the
main body of the fugitive French forces. The
small party of men who accompanied him had
dwindled day by day, but still he had succeeded
in retaining the gold, and had brought it with
him to Tchernovitschy. He was now obliged to
fly once more, but with only six men, and
harassed by the savage peasantry, who were
resolved upon their destruction, it was hopeless
to attempt to convey the treasure farther. He
had, therefore, concealed it under the floor of
the bedpoom that he, and the young officer who
died there, had occupied. Aided by the faithful
steward, he had adopted a plan that would, he
hoped, effectually prevent the superstitious
peasants from searching the room, should they
get possession of the house.
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Lavinsky's search for the treasure mentioned
in the letter was quickly rewarded. The removal
of a few planks from the floor of the bedroom
revealed four leather cases, hardened and
blackened by age, in which the gold, to the
value of about two hundred and fifty thousand
francs (ten thousand pounds sterling) was
securely packed. In the same space beneath
the floor Lavinsky also found the key to the
mystery of the haunted room.
The ruse adopted by Colonel Vasticar and
the steward to scare unwelcome intruders away
from the room was as simple as it was ingenious,
but requires some explanation to render it in-
telligible to Wide World readers.
In old-fashioned country houses in Russia, as
the living and sleeping rooms are all on the
ground floor, the area covered is of course much
larger than in a house with several stories. The
space above, beneath the roof, is consequently
very considerable, and here a vast miscellaneous
assortment of stores is kept.
The accumulated weight of these is, of course,
enormous, and the floor has consequently to be
a very solid construction. There was no need
to economize timber in the old days, when it had
hardly any pecuniary value, and the beams are
therefore placed rather cjose together, less than
a yard apart in the portion of the floor which
is destined to support the heaviest weight.
Here two beams are generally used, laid one
upon the other and clamped together, so that
from their united thickness there is often a
space of nearly two feet between the floor
of the store-room and the ceiling of the room
below. This space has, in fact, the form of a
long, square tube, extending in a straight line
from the wall of the house in front to that at
the back. To presene the timber from decay
a ventilator is fixed in the wall at each end of
these " passages." Near the ventilator in the wall
under the "ghost" chamber Colonel Vasticar
had placed a small windmill, revolving hori-
zontally, with a board screen which so diverted
the strong current that it could only turn the.
windmill in one direction. To the shaft of the
windmill was attached one end of a long piece
of whip-cord; while the other was fastened to a
light oak frame resting on "skates" cf polished
wood, which could glide easily along the boards
forming the ceiling of the room below. Inside
the frame two peasants' axes were placed a few
inches apart, and between them a few links of
an iron chain were attached to an iron bar,
which swung from a pivot at the top of the
frame, like the tongue of a bell. This bar
extended for about six inches above the pivot,
so that it might come in contact, when the frame
was in motion, with a number of bars of wood
placed across the " passage " from one beam to
the other, leaving only space for the frame
itself to pass below. When the projecting
iron bar struck these cross-pieces it was, of
course, pressed down, but swung back when
the obstacle was passed, striking the chain
against one or other of the axes. Whenever
the wind blew in a certain direction the wind-
mill revolved fitfully, and as the cord was thus
wound up around the shaft, the frame was
slowly drawn towards it, gliding along upon the
time-polished edges of its wooden "skates."
Another cord, fastened to the other end of
the frame, was attached in exactly the same way
to a second windmill, placed at the opposite
ventilator at the other end of the passage
between the beams, but here the current of air
was so diverted that the mill could only revolve
in the opposite direction to its fellow. By this
arrangement the "ghostly" chain was drawn
backwards and forwards according to the
vagaries of the wind circling round the house.
The sighs and groans of the restless gh
were produced by equally simple means. Small
holes, imperceptible from the outside, were
bored through the timber walls, and in these
holes were placed beneath the flocr the mouth-
pieces of some of the curious wooden speaking-
trumpets that were formerly used to summon,
with lugubrious tones, the serfs to their daily
labour.
The fact that the ghost was heard not only
at night, but also during the day, increased
the terror with which the room it haunted was
regarded. It is a firm belief of the White
Russians that some of the most potent spirits of
evil are powerful enough to brave the light of
day. Even in brilliant sunlight, they affirm,
these spirits may be seen, as a faint blue haze
in human form, if their lurking-place be
approached. But woe betide the hapless man
who disturbs their solitary haunts ! An icy
cold hand is laid upon the nape of his neck,
and the intruder falls to the ground, paralyzed
and bereft of his reason. Of course, when the
ghostly sounds were first heard, the steward
easily created a panic among the ignorant serfs,
that became the fixed belief of the subsequent
generations of peasants.
As Lavinsky, still hardly able to believe that
he was not dreaming, seated himself upon the
side of the bed and gazed at the little fortune
before him, it seemed that now, at length,
the last chapter in the tragic history of his
family was drawing to a close. His difficulties,
however, were by no means over. If the police
authorities learned anything about his discovery,
the gold would unquestionably be seized by the
Government as treasure-trove — though a portion
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Count Julius Lavinsky. The two hundred geese
were speedily executed and their bodies con-
veyed into the spacious kitchen, where, next day,
they were to be packed in crates for transmission
to England. That evening Count Julius, Ivan,
and Marsha sat down to a singular occupation
they had safely conveyed from their White
Russian home, and the next day were lost
among a crowd of their fellow-victims upon the
stalls of Leadenhall Market. Little, indeed, did
their purchasers imagine the part they had
played in conveying to England a portion of the
THAT EVENING COUNT JULIUS, IVAN, AND MARSHA SAT DOWN TO A SINGULAR OCCUPATION.
as soon as the other farm servants had, as usual,
quitted the haunted house for their village izbas.
A small opening was made in each goose ; a
packet containing the value of about fifty pounds
in gold was slipped in, and Marsha's deft fingers
then sewed up the aperture, which was, more-
over, completely concealed by the thick plumage,
while the increase in weight was not sufficient
to excite any suspicion.
A week later Count Lavinsky was in London,
where he hired some rooms in an unpretentious
quarter of Brixton under the name of Kouznietz,
the poultry dealer. The next day, to the
amazement and disgust of his landlady, a railway
lorry arrived with the crates of geese. One by
one they were relieved of the "golden eggs"
treasure of the Great Napoleon which had
suffered such strange vicissitudes in the tragic
retreat from Moscow.
Soon after this Count Julius Lavinsky took
his departure for Austria, where he purchased a
small property in Galicia, and there the faithful
Ivan and Marsha Bielky rejoined him once
more. Unhappily, poetic justice was not
destined to be the reward of the Count for all
the misfortunes that he and his family had so
long endured, for last year he was seriously
injured in a carriage accident and died a few
days later. Marsha and her grandfather, how-
ever, are still living peacefully and happily upon
the little farm in Galicia which the grateful
Count bought for them.
An interesting account of a visit recently paid by a Canadian officer to a curious Abyssinian
border tribe. Illustrated with the author's own photographs.
HE beginning of October, 1903,
found our caravan hustling along
the Abyssinian boundary towards
Jiffa Medir, where my companion
and I were to meet an akil, or native
chief, detailed by the Consul at Zeila to guide us
through the Gadabrusi country. This lies on
the Anglo-Abyssinian border, and is partly
under the nominal rule
of Abyssinia.
It was with somewhat
mixed feelings that we
heard the Sultan or King
of this wild country was
going to accord us a re-
ception, for on a previous
occasion his welcome to a
European expedition had
been too warm for the
health of the party, and
resulted in several casual-
ties.
We had been warned
that he did net love the
Feringi (white man), and
therefore thought it better
to send a messenger ahead
to interview His Majesty
and return with a confi-
dential report on the situa-
tion, for we did not con-
sider our small armament
of twelve firearms and a like number of spears
sufficient to properly back a " bluff" on our part.
When our messenger loomed in sight across
the prairie we felt greatly relieved. He explained
.that the King was most pleased to receive my
letter (neither he nor any of
his subjects could read it), \
and that he would be de-
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VOY SENT BY THE KING TO GUIDE THE
AUTHORS PARTY TO HIS COUNTRY. [Photo.
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lighted for us to visit his country. To show his
sincerity he sent his own cousin to act as our
guide. This man, as well as a native soldier of
the camel corps sent from Zeila to meet us,
accompanied the messenger to our camp.
Jiffa Medir, a hill of great granite boulders,
marks the boun-
dary between
bushes, above which the rounded tops of the
houses showed like the backs of so many turtles.
Adjacent to the villages were large herds of
camels, in charge of fine-looking men, and
immense flocks of sheep and goats, watched
over by weather-beaten women.
On the morning of our
second day on the prairie
we entered the thorn bushes
which cover the gentler
slopes at the foot of
Jiffa Medir. On ap-
proaching the selected
camping ground,
winding our way
among the trees, we
Abyssinian and British
territory. It is surmounted
by a huge, tooth-shaped
pinnacle of rock nearly two
hundred feet high, from which- the mountain
takes its name.
Our first view of Jiffa Medir was in crossing
the Marar prairie. Far away beyond a sea of
waving yellow grass the jagged outline of the
hill reared itself on the horizon in a pink and
purple mass, grotesquely changing shape in the
ever-present mirage.
Great herds of gazelle, hartebeeste, and oryx
were encountered in the open, affording excellent
sport. This is probably one of the best spots
in the world for game, but it is so easily obtained
that I am afraid the place will not long remain
such a paradise for sportsmen as it is now.
By this time we were in the Gadabrusi country,
and several of their villages were passed. All
were surrounded by circular zarebas of thorn
GROUP OK GADABRUSI WARRIORS.
From a Photo.
could catch occasional glimpses through the
foliage of stalwart, swarthy natives hurrying in
the direction of our rendezvous. They were all
dressed in spotless white garments, evidently
donned for the occasion, and each carried a
shield and three or four ugly-looking spears.
Some shooting having taken me out of the
regular track, I found our camels already un-
loaded when I arrived in camp, and the " boys "
energetically at work, under the direction of
Jama Said, our worthy headman, making a
strong zareba and pitching the tents.
Under each tree, within a radius of half a
mile, was a group of natives sitting or lying
down, sheltering themselves from the heat and
glare of the noon sun.
Scarcely had the camp been completed when
A VISIT TO THE GADABRUSI.
36 1
Jama came to announce the arrival of the akli.
He was dressed in the height of fashion. His
tobe, the outer and often the only garment worn
by the natives, was of a large red check pattern,
called " heili " —evidently a corruption of the
English word " highland." This garment was
wound round the body and thrown gracefully
over the left shoulder. Thrust through the sash
or waistband was a richly-decorated sword of
Turkish pattern, having a heavy embossed silver
hilt. This sword was presented to him by the
Government, to be worn as a badge of office.
On his feet he wore the ordinary sandals of the
country, very thick and curved upwards in front
to protect the toes. His head was unprotected
and closely shaved, in the manner of pious
Mohammedans who have taken unto themselves
one or more wives.
Behind the akil came numerous followers,
mostly young men with fuzzy-wuzzy hair, care-
fully parted in the middle. Many had their
hair bleached to a tow colour by numerous
applications of a white clay found in the
country. The black skin and blonde
hair formed a striking combination.
The warriors composing this retinue were
all armed ' with
shields and spears
— s ome short
throwing spears,
and others long
with broad, deep
blades for hand-
thrusting. Our
men were hastily
paraded and the
armed sentries
cautioned to keep
out this warlike
throng, allowing
no one but the
akil to enter the
zareba. The akil
was led up to the
tent by Jama
Said, the head-
man. He shook
hands with my companion and
me by simply grasping the hand
and suddenly releasing it, say-
ing at the same time, "Salaam."
Our interview with him did
not last long. Through the interpreter ln-
said that he had orders from the Consul
at Zeila to conduct us through the country
if his fellow-tribesmen were not in a turbu-
lent state, but to warn us in case such a
trip were dangerous. He said the people
of the country were glad to see us, and
Vol. xiv.— 46.
that we need anticipate no trouble. The King
himself was coming to us and would arrive that
afternoon.
We replied that we were pleased to see him,
and asked the meaning of the great gathering of
warriors, to which he responded by saying the
King had ordered a great " tomasho " (fete) in our
honour, which he hoped we would condescend
to witness.
The akil was then taken in charge by our
natives, who fed him,, at the same time eliciting
all the news and local gossip, so dear to the
heart of these people. Shortly after the midday
meal, while seated in the tent sketching in the
day's march, we were startled to see numbers of
armed men among the bushes, and, on further
investigation, to find that a multitude had
assembled and was giving vent to prolonged
shouts.
Going out we discovered the natives hurriedly
forming into two long lines leading from the
NATIVES FORMING INTO
LINE TO RECEIVE THE1K
RULER.
From a r/ioto.
fy&fflwji
I-ron; a] UGAZ NUR, KING OK THE GADABRUSI.
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entrance of our zareba far across the open space,
or natural parade-ground, adjoining the -camp.
Quickly mustering our followers we continued
this formation inside the zareba, the men stand-
ing with their arms at the " shoulder." Issuing
from the bushes at the far end of the line some
horsemen could be seen mounted on gaily-
bedecked ponies. Down the living avenue of
spearmen they came slowly. Riding ahead was
an old man on a very quiet nag. Behind him
came a lightly-clad troop of warriors, whose
ponies pranced and shied at the loud shouts of
welcome accorded the Royal personage by his
dusky subjects. This old man was Ugaz Nur,
King or Sultan of the Gadabrusi. He had
several other names which I do not remember
now.
When the King dismounted and came through
the entrance, our • " soldiers " (as they were
pleased to call themselves), taking the word of
command from the headman, fired an extremely
irregular feu de joie over the old man's head,
much to the consternation of the usually
impassive natives, as well as somewhat to our
own surprise. As our men used ball ammunition
it is a wonder there were not a few casualties in
the crowd. The dignified old man, however,
did not wink an eye, but came forward smilingly
to greet us.
Ugaz Nur was a man about seventy-five years
old. Although somewhat stiffened by age, he
was tall, straight, and well built. Even the
weight of his many years could not alter the
chief's graceful figure. The aquiline features
distinctly showed Arab descent, and the negroid
characteristics so frequent among these people
were, save his very dark skin, noticeably absent.
His face indicated intelligence and a pleasant,
affable nature ; but at the same time one felt
conscious of underlying subtlety and cunning —
almost invariable attributes of uncivilized races.
His dress was simple and lacked the usual
Oriental splendour. Many of his subjects were
attired much more gaily, but none looked more
distinguished. He wore a crinkly white tobe,
with the end of which he covered his head,
forming a hood. Over this he wore a cloak of
black cloth lined with crimson silk, probably a
present from the Emperor of Abyssinia. In his
hand he carried a simple staff instead of the
regulation shield and spear. His fighting days
were over, and he now relied upon his stalwart
sons to protect him on his journeys. As he
shook hands with us he smiled pleasantly. His
manner was composed and dignified, evidently
inherited from his ancestors, who were rulers in
the country for many generations.
Motioning him to a chair placed between us
we endeavoured, with Jama acting as interpreter,
to conduct a general conversation. This con-
sisted chiefly of flattering remarks. When we
had about exhausted our vocabulary of compli-
mentary adjectives, I suggested that His Majesty
was tired and hungry after his long ride. This
was a happy thought, for his eyes brightened
and an expansive smile spread across his face as
he rose immediately to be conducted to our
headman's tent. That worthy provided him
with a good cup of tea, rice, dates, mutton, and
bread, winding up the repast with a cigarette.
The Gadabrusi people smoke, but generally
speaking the Eastern and Southern tribes
abstain both from tobacco and spirits. All are
too good Mohammedans to touch a drop of
alcoholic liquor. After the King had finished
his meal he begged leave to introduce his sons
and nephews. One of the former was a great
lion and elephant hunter. They all seemed
nice, frank boys, with charming manners.
Instead of proceeding on our way next morn-
ing, the King requested us to spend another
day at J iff a Medir and witness the grand
" tomasho " which he anticipated giving in our
honour. That night our mess tent was given
up for the accommodation of the Royalties
and akils. How they all managed to crowd
into the limited space was a mystery. I looked
in before going to bed to present a box of
cigarettes, and found them all squatting on the
ground with scarcely room to move their elbows.
A lantern was swinging from the ridge pole, but
its light was rendered somewhat obscure by the
dense blue fumes of tobacco smoke which filled
the tent, and almost choked me when I put my
head inside the flap.
It was a funny sight, the shaved heads of
the older men looking like a lot of black ebony
balls shining in the dim light. The King was
there in the middle of the bunch, being
"pumped" by Jama Said, our diplomatic head-
man, who had been delegated to ascertain what
His Majesty expected in the way.of presents from
us, and to bring his ambitions in that line down
to a reasonable basis.
Next morning, immediately after breakfast,
preparations were made for the " tomasho."
Camp chairs were placed under some shady
trees just outside the zareba, commanding a
good view of the open ground. Many more
natives had collected during the night, for the
place seemed packed with warriors and fairly
bristling with spears.
The parade-ground was soon cleared for
action, after which we marched out to our
appointed seats. The King, as usual, sat
between us. On either flank stood our rifle-
men, with loaded arms, while one was specially
delegated to stand directly behind the King, to
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show the people that if any sign of treachery
were manifested on their part their ruler would be
the first to suffer by having his head blown off.
From general appearances everything looked
safe enough, and our personal estimate of the
character of these people would not have jus-
tified such precautions, yet these measures were
taken by our followers entirely upon their own
initiative, and we deemed it best to accept their
judgment on the situation and not to interfere.
The first part of the " tomasho " consisted of
a display of horsemanship. The Somalis are
good horsemen, having excellent balance, and
ride with the same abandon as do the Indians
of the North American plains. Unlike their
forebears, the Arabs,
they treat their ponies
shamefully, having no
consideration for the
the poor little beast's mouth every time pressure
is brought to bear on the reins.
Like all exhibitions by mounted tribes in this
region, this display was of the usual brutal
character. Lining up several hundred yards
away, the horsemen would come galloping
towards us at full speed, lashing the small
ponies furiously. As they came tearing along
straight for us, and just at the moment when it
seemed certain we would be dashed into, the
rider would suddenly throw his weight upon the
reins and the vicious bit would get in its work,
forcing the pony back upon its haunches, and
bringing the poor animal to a dead stop in a
great cloud of dust at our very feet. They came
GADABRUSI HOKSE.MEN GIVING AN EXHIBITION BEFOKE THE VISITORS.
From a Photo.
creatures
feelings.
I do not
think it is
wanton cruelty, but simply an absolute in-
difference to the sufferings of animals. The
natives generally ride barefooted, and thrust
the great toe of each foot through a narrow,
light stirrup-iron.
The Gadabrusi pony is a shapely little animal,
not so clean-limbed as the Arab, but much
better-looking and far more handy than its
shaggy neighbour the Abyssinian. The accou-
trements it has to carry consist of a light, narrow
saddle, similar to, but smaller and lighter than,
the stock saddle of the West. It has the same
high pommel and cantle, between which the
natives squeeze themselves, for there is not room
to sit comfortably. The bridle is generally a
light fancy affair, gaily decked with red tassels.
To it is attached a cruel bit, something after the
Mexican pattern, which cuts into the roof of
so close on some occa-
sions that we were
spattered with blood and
foam from the horses'
mouths.
As this was what they considered the best
part of the show, displeasure could not be
shown without creating a very hostile feeling,
but such cruelty was certainly repugnant. Three
times the band of horsemen charged down,
quite regardless of the dust and sand with which
their antics covered us. Every time they ha
the poet laureate of the tribe, or his Gadabrusi
equivalent, who was seated upon a big white
pony, would chant a long song of welcome. ( M
course, there was considerable repetition, but
summing it all up the substance of his lay was
as follows.
First he recited the brave doings of the Gada-
brusi, intimating without undue modesty that
they were the finest people on earth. Then he
told how upon former occasions, when not so
wise as they were now, they considered all
Europeans intruders and foolishly killed them.
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A certain English captain had been sent to
show them they made a mistake, which -he did
by killing their people and helping himself to
their camels and sheep. He was a great man,
and they now forgave him. We were great men
also, and we would be forgiven for coming into
their country. They knew we did not want to
steal camels and sheep. In fact, they were glad
to see us, as they knew we were rich and would
give them presents. The more presents we
gave them the greater men we would be. Those
of the Gadabrusi who were British subjects
liked the Government, because when one of
their number had been killed by another tribe
it was no longer necessary to fight for or steal
the requisite number of camels to be paid by
tones. The weird sound of this, the Gadabrusi
war-song, gives one an uneasy feeling and is
calculated to strongly impress a waiting enemy.
A cloud of dust above the trees indicated the
whereabouts of this large body of men, and
soon through the scattered thorn trees a long
line of warriors was visible coming out into
the open space. It was a scene to be re-
membered.
Across the glaring plain, with its background
of green trees, moved this body of men, spears
held on high, the steel points shining and
glittering in the sunlight. The costumes worn
were mostly white, but served only to accen-
tuate the robes of bright red, blue, and green
which showed at intervals in this formidable
!HE TRIBESMEN ENACTING A FIGHTING SCENE IN HONOUR OF THE AUTHORS 1'ARTY.
Fro»i a Photo.
the slayers in compensation for the loss of their
man. The Government made their enemies do
all that without further bloodshed, and they
were much obliged.
After each speech all would shout " Mot !
Mot ! " several times, which is the native form
of welcome, at the same time wheeling about
their horses and dashing off to the starting-point
for a fresh charge.
After the third time they rode off and dis-
mounted. In the meantime the great crowd on
foot had vanished. Where they had gone we
could not guess until away in the distance the
sound of many voices raised in a melodious
chant was heard. Nearer and nearer it
approached, and one could distinguish a single
voice, pitched higher than the rest, taking the
solo while the remainder joined in the response
or chorus with deep, hoarse, but withal musical
array. Above all was the deep-blue tropical
sky. In advance were several individuals whose
antics and contortions at once attracted atten-
tion. They were the leaders of the dance and
principal actors.
The whole line moved slowly towards us,
keeping time and emphasizing the music by
much stamping of feet, which raised a cloud of
dust about them. As they came closer the
actors redoubled their efforts, working them-
selves into a perfect frenzy. They would jump
from side to side and bound into the air with wild
yells, threatening each other and sometimes us
with their murderous-looking weapons. They
would shake their heads until their mat like hair
fell over their faces, their eyes glaring with
excitement through the tangled masses. Then
a pair would go through a fighting scene, one
drawing his sword and making as if to kill the
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3*5
other by chopping off his head. To me it was
a wonder an execution did not actually take
place, so earnest was the way they went
about it.
Finally, one man, fiercer in appearance than
the others and wearing an ostrich feather
conspicuously in his hair to signify that he
had killed an enemy in single combat, rushed
up to me and, halting suddenly, lunged at
me with his long, glittering spear, uttering at
the same time unearthly groans, which are
supposed to terrify the victim. It was time
for heroic action on my part, so, adorning
my face with a fixed smile (it was by no means
genuine), I carefully adjusted my eye-glass and
looked him squarely in the face. This strategy
on my part had the desired effect. The eye-
glass was a fetich he had never seen before.
His ferocious glare vanished, his eyelids
quivered, he looked down and then away from
me. The raised arm lowered and the wicked
spear-blade fell harmlessly to the ground. It
was amusing to hear his fierce groans get so
feeble. I did not have to force a happy look,
for by that time I was laughing heartily at his
discomfiture.
Routed by the magic of a monocle, the savage
beat a hasty retreat towards the main body, for-
getting in his flurried condition that it was his
duty to shake hands and congratulate me on my
courage after he had sufficiently put it to the
test.
Wedding and other dances followed, in which
the spears are discarded and the time of the
song marked in typical African fashion by
clapping the hands. After the performance was
over they all collected around us in a huge semi-
circle to hear us express our appreciation of
their efforts. This we did through an inter-
preter, saying how pleased we were with the
exhibition and what fine people they all were,
ending up by wishing that Allah would make
them extremely wealthy and fearfully fat— the
Gadabrusi idea of happiness. Judging by the
broad smiles that greeted our remarks we had
pleased our audience immensely.
In the afternoon the presents were distributed
— a task we entrusted to Jama. Tobes, tobacco,
and rice were given to 'the men, while head-
dresses, sashes, and beads were to be taken to
the wives and daughters. None of the latter
were present ; in fact, the absence of women
from the affair was a noticeable feature.
In connection with the distribution of presents
the following incident serves to show the clever-
ness of the old King. He wanted a present of
tea, and on being told that we had none to give
away and barely enough for our own immediate
use, he asked for a very small quantity. Jama
thought he could put him off by saying he felt
ashamed to come to us and ask for another
present in the name of the King after all we had
given him, and in any case it would be undigni-
fied for such a great man to ask for such a small
present. The old man smiled and scratched his
head thoughtfully for a minute. Then he said :
"Tell them that my request is but one of the'
eccentricities of a very old man, and that one
who has reached my years is privileged to ask
little favours without loss of dignity."
Jama was beaten, and acknowledged defeat by
taking the King to his tent and giving him what
he asked for from his own private store.
Before leaving next morning the King came
into the tent while I was dressing and presented
me with a spear as a souvenir of our meeting.
Our caravan was soon afterwards on the march,
and before many hours were past we were once
more over the boundary and camping in British
territory.
THE MOONSHINERS.
By Rufus Cobb, Formerly of the United States Revenue Service.
The conclusion of this thrilling narrative of adventures underground, describing the
author's escape from the vengeful " Moonshiners " and the horrible experiences that
befell him ere he again saw the light of day.
II.
iMf
HEN I comprehended the full in-
tentions of my ruffianly captors I
felt a cold thrill of horror. Fer-
vently I hoped that something
would happen to distract the
villains' attention, if only for an instant, so that
I could work my jaws partly free from the gag,
ready to dislodge it when the time came to
shout.
Something did happen. The man who was
doing the talking made an abrupt pause at that
moment to jump back from me and raise his
hand warningly as a signal for silence. Then
he bent in a listening attitude toward the tunnel-
way. I knew what the move meant. My faith-
ful little partner had succeeded in finding at
least some of my deputies, and they were now
creeping into the trap set for them.
The brief time I had to do anything in now
made me desperate, for, knowing it was the
gang's purpose to cast all of us adrift in a body,
I figured that if I could warn my men and help
them to escape it would interrupt the programme
long enough for me to do something towards
my own escape. Also it would leave my men
in a position to be gathering reinforcements.
It seemed the only thing for me to do, and I
had less than half an hour in which to attempt
it before the torches would blaze out again.
While revolving these things in my mind I
had been working frantically to loosen the gag,
and my heart sank very low when I realized that
the thing had been placed where it was by a
master hand, and had been put there to stay !
The approaching pair" were already in the
passage. I heard one of them, whom I recog-
nised as Bill Horton, one of my best scouts, call
outside in a guarded whisper : "Are you there,
Captain Cobb ? Are you all right ? " just as the
torches flared up ; and at that same instant a
sharp prick in one of my wrists from a jagged
rock (my arms were bound behind me, palms
outwards) caused my heart to leap with renewed
hope. A means of deliverance flashed through
my mind. I would cut the ropes that pinioned
my hands by rubbing them against the razor-
edged rocks. Then I could unfasten the ropes
about my legs with my freed hands, and so be
ready to escape.
Such was my joy and relief over this sudden
change in my prospects that I could almost
have laughed when I saw the expression of
surprise and dumfounded dismay on the faces
of Horton and the other deputy when the
torches flashed up and they felt themselves
seized. I'm not sure I was not glad that some-
one beside myself was to prove a " dead easy
one," and blunder all unsuspectingly into the
trap.
It was not until the fourth couple had been
gathered in and lined up — the same ludicrous
scene being repeated each time with but little
variation — that I finally had the pleasure of
feeling the ropes on my wrists yield, and pre-
sently part and fall. The fifth couple had been
signalled and the torches again extinguished
when I shook off the last of my bonds and
began moving, a free man, out into the dark
tunnel. My heart was in my mouth— for, ten
steps away, on the opposite edge of the passage,
the Moonshiners were massed to await their
fresh prey. They had relaxed their watchful-
ness over me, believing me secure, but I knew
that at any moment I might butt into a pile of
loose rocks and start them tumbling. It was a
nerve-racking ordeal, that slow creep towards
freedom, but it was as nothing to the horrors of
the fate I had been promised.
I had a clear plan of action mapped out. I
intended to meet the last couple and the boy —
if possible far enough down the tunnel so that
they could escape with me. We four would then
hurry to the telegraph office, two miles away, and
dispatch an urgent message to Louisville for
assistance to rescue our eight comrades. I
expected the Moonshiners, when they discovered
my escape, to scatter in search of me, simply
holding their eight prisoners and making no
effort to wreak their vengeance until they had
captured all of us.
I got through the passage-way without the
slightest false move, creeping along sideways for
the first few yards on the flat of my hands, and
holding my breath. When I thought it was safe,
after pausing to listen for a second, I got up to
my hands and knees for a few yards more, and
then jumped to my feet and plunged down the
tunnel. My escape had not been noticed.
I had run what I began to think was the
whole length of the tunnel before my excitement
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3^7
cooled down enough for me to notice that some-
thing was wrong. I had heard nothing of the
approaching party, and had encountered none
of the narrow places I knew should lie in
my path. I stopped
running to
gaze
about me in per-
plexity, and was sur-
prised upon glancing
upward to see what
appeared to be the
broad canopy of
heaven stretched
above ne— a night
sky, set with a my-
riad of twinkling
stars, although I was
sure that it v\as then
close to the hour of
noon !
I had at that time
had but little experi-
ence underground,
and it took several
moments of puzzled
wondering before I
realized what had
happened. Then it
suddenly flashed
across my mind that,
instead of being in
the tunnel or out
under the night sky,.
I had blundered into
some entirely un-
known side cavern,
the crystallized lime-
stone roof of which
was my supposed
sky! I recalled that when I had first felt my way
up the dark tunnel I had encountered several
alcoves, as I supposed, in the walls ; I knew
now that at least one of these alcoves must have
been an overlapping entrance to a lateral cave,
which I could easily pass through in mistake
when headed toward the tunnel's mouth. This,
then, was what I had done ; and I silently
cursed my ill-luck as I realized the state of
affairs.
I began frantically trying to locate the hole in
the wall through which I had stumbled. I still
heard no unusual noises, either from friends or
foes, and had a desperate hope that I might yet
be in time to warn the party of three, if I moved
rapidly. In the faint phosphorescent glow which
is common in immense caves (which fact alone
would have warned me I was off my course had
I been more experienced — experience I was to
have afterwards with a vengeance) I made out
1 MADE OUT WHAT 1 WAS CONFIDENT WAS THE TUNNEL WALL.
what I was confident was the tunnel wall.
Imagine, then, the consternation I felt when I
rushed toward this black mass to see it recede
from me at the same pace as I approached it ;
and then to have yet
other black masses,
which loomed up
regularly to lure me
a few feet farther on,
elude me also when
I ran madly toward
them, as a desert
mirage allures and
eludes lost travellers.
I must have kept
up this disheartening
chase for half an
hour before I finally
sank down, tempor-
arily exhausted, to
realize that I was
lost — hopelessly so,
apparently — in a
cave of such huge
dimensions that it
seemed to be with-
out walls. The very
fact that I had heard
no sound of com-
motion, even dis-
tantly, such as would
surely have followed
the discovery of my
escape was conclu-
sive proof that I had
run a great distance
out of my intended
course before be-
coming aware that
I had left the tunnel. I was lost — with no
knowledge whatever not only as to what
part of the underground world I was in as
regards the location at the two particular cave-
chambers I was anxious to steer clear of, but I
had even lost all knowledge as to the points of
the compass !
I had got into trouble after all, just as my late
diminutive partner had said I should if left to
my own initiative. Disconsolately I summed
up the total outcome of my cherished plans. I
had not bettered my own situation by my
intended " escape," and, moreover, I had done
nothing at all but stir up a hornets' nest among
the Moonshiners, and then eliminate myself in
the nick of time for my deputies and poor,
brave, eager-eyed little Eddie Goff to come in
for the full brunt of the gang's fury !
I don't positively know what it was that called
my attention suddenly to the distant murmuring
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of the underground river, and brought back
vividly to my mind my villainous captors' story.
I remembered that the stream, according to
the Moonshiner, ran into the caves at some
point, passing directly through the secret still-
room of the gang. It was certainly too late for
me to be of service in the tunnel, even had I
known where it lay, and therefore it behoved
me to reach the outside world and, if possible,
obtain assistance for my imprisoned friends. It
flashed through my mind that the likeliest way
for me to accomplish my desires, with the least
element of delay, was to hazard a trip straight
through the gang's workshop by creeping along
the river - bank in the shadow. I knew the
stream ran from east to west, and that if I
travelled in the opposite direction to its current
I should reach the point where it entered the
caves. I figured that circumstances should
favour me just at
this time, be-
cause there was
little doubt I
should find their
cave deserted
and the Moon-
shiners engaged
in trying to
recapture me by
a chase down the
tunnel. It would
be a hazardous
enough venture,
but seemed the
only practical
thing to do.
I had no
difficulty in
the
the outside world. Again recalling the Moon-
shiners' tale, it required but little thought to
convince me that somewhere in the space be-
tween the broad door and the archway, on the
same bank I was standing on — for the opposite
bank was a sheer wall so far as I could see — was
where the gang's workshop was situated. I took
all this in at a glance, and then set out at a good
pace up the river's edge, it being my purpose to
creep along the side of the bank, where there
was deep shadow, when actually passing through
the still-room.
Reaching the opening in the wall and peering
cautiously round its edge, I was horrified to see
two members of the Moonshiners' gang standing
less than twenty feet away from me, with their
backs turned toward me, apparently repairing
what I took to be a piece of apparatus used by
the fellows in their illegal distilling operations.
reaching
river, w h o s <
AS Hllkkll U-.l)
murky surface I
could see glim-
mering dully at
right angles to
my path before
I had traversed
a hundred yards.
I noted that its waters ran turgid close in-shore,
but became a roaring torrent in mid-stream.
Involuntarily I pictured myself and men, bound
helplessly in boats without oars, rushing down
the stream to our deaths in the unknown cave-
regions beyond. Glancing up-current toward
my left, I saw where the river shot into my
cavern at a broad doorway of rock in a distant
wall ; this opening being clearly outlined against
a background of bright daylight where, a short
distance farther along still and in a straight line,
the stream entered through a great arch from
MEMBERS (J !•" THE MOONSHINERS GANG.
I could now hear sounds as if some sort of a
melee were in progress in what was probably the
rear cave, where my companions were im-
prisoned. After reviewing the situation for a
moment, I dropped noiselessly into the river
close to the shore — first hurriedly makingabundle
of my coat, vest, and shoes, which I placed over
my shoulders, with the coat-sleeves tied in front
of my neck — and proceeded to swim past the
dangerous locality. Fortunately I was a power-
ful swimmer, and I did my utmost to proceed
without making a sound.
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369
I had just
reached the outer
edge of bright
light inside the
archway when I
heard shouts as
if from persons
running rapidly
toward the river-
bank. I had only
that same instant
turned my eyes
from the two un-
conscious Moon-
shiners, who had
thus far appa-
rently not noticed
me. The un-
looked - for cries
startled me, and
without an in-
stant's delay 1
dived — swi m-
ming under water
was a pet accom-
plishment of
mine — though
the bundle on my shoulders, of which I had
no time to rid myself, impeded me somewhat.
I came up half strangled by the weight of
the wet clothes and blowing like a porpoise,
spluttering and gasping for breath.
What was my astonishment and alarm to see
a boat — a clumsy dug-out, such as is propelled
with one paddle — headed straight toward me a
short distance up-stream. I was afraid it held
some member of the Moonshiner gang. My
fear, however, turned swiftly to the keenest
astonishment when, dashing the water out of my
eyes with one hand, I recognised instantly,
beyond the possibility of a doubt, my late
diminutive guide, Eddie Goff.
What fresh scheme of daring could the
youngster have conceived ? But he left me no time
for excited conjectures. Whatever horrid river
monster he took me to be, rising so abruptly
from the stream, bundled, dripping, and puffing
as I was, I have no idea. That he certainly did
think me nothing short of some awful apparition
I am convinced, for with a frightened little howl
he plunged headlong over the edge of his boat.
I shouted his name, utterly heedless of my
own peril in my alarm for the little fellow's
safety, and struck out for him. He had instantly
sunk, right at the edge of the swift current—
luckily on my side of the stream — at a point
where the water was quite twenty feet deep. I was
horrified upon reaching the spot not to see him
come up. But I wasted no time. Treading
Vol. xiv. —47.
HE PLUNGED HEADLONG OVER THE EDGE I If 1 1 1 -^ I
water, I quickly unburdened myself of the bundle
of clothes and prepared to dive after him. I
cast a glance behind me to make sure whether
our enemies had been attracted by my shouting
and might have to be reckoned with when I
arose, and was now astounded to see the boy's
head bob to the surface. Some undercurrent, I
decided, had swept him straight underneath me.
to bowl him up again almost inside the cave of
the foe — whom I had no idea of yielding him
up to, had the peril been ten times what it was !
Once more I struck out, this time downstream.
Then, somehow, a powerful eddy must have
seized me. When I was within a yard of tin-
apparently unconscious lad I was swept bodily
into the very heart of the torrent and sucked
under, but fought my way up again— to feel the
abandoned dug-out, which had been drifting
aimlessly along the seething current, strike me
violently upon the back. In desperation I
seized its gunwale with both hands and
clambered in.
Nearly exhausted by my struggle I stumbled
and fell, the back of my neck striking the edge
of the boat with stunning tone, leaving me
stretched sideways aeross the craft's bottom in
such a position that when it began to travel at a
terrific pace down-stream in the of the
current my face was turned shoreward.
I caught a swift glimpse of dancing torches
along the shore, and a fleeting vision of friends
and foes engaged in a desperate hand-to-hand
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fight close to the river's edge. I was positive,
even in my bewildered condition, that I saw the
pale face of the boy again, floating close in-shore
where the water was quiet. The whole tableau
passed like a lightning flash before my eyes, and
then my frail craft plunged from sight of it into
what was almost Stygian darkness.
'Looking round I saw that the paddle had
been lost overboard, and realized in a numb
sort of fashion how completely helpless I was.
In seeking to escape the awful fate the Moon-
shiners had arranged for me, I had tumbled
headlong, so to speak, into it. I was being
borne at a tremendous rate of speed into the
unknown depths of the black caverns, and
I had saved no one, neither myself nor my
men.
Can anyone imagine a more desperate situa-
tion than mine at that moment ? There I was,
coatless, shoeless, and bareheaded, partially
benumbed, both physically and mentally, by the
severe blow to my spine, lying helpless in a
clumsy dug-out boat, which was rushing at
terrific speed into the unknown regions of a
series of black caverns, into which no man had
ever preceded me to return alive !
It was probably the rush of the cold cave air
against my face which the tremendous speed
engendered that started my senses struggling
back to me almost instantly after I had plunged
out of range of the real or fancied scenes along
the shore of the Moonshiners' cave. A particu-
larly fierce gust of wind as the rough craft shot
around a bend in the sheer wall on my left
suddenly roused me, and I scrambled to my
knees in the bottom of the boat with all my
senses keenly re-awakened. I began a frantic
search for a pole or extra paddle which by any
lucky accident might prove to have been placed
in the boat. I had no idea of trying to stop
the mad race of the craft — as well might I
have attempted to check the momentum of a
runaway locomotive with a pole ! But I
realized that at any moment the boat might
be hurled out of the swift current in taking
a sharp curve and dashed against the mighty
rock-wall or the opposite bank, either of which
meant certain destruction for me. If I could
keep the craft in mid-stream I was safe for a
time at least, barring collisions.
I crept fearfully the length of the dug-out in
both directions, clinging with one hand to its
edge and making frantic clutches with the other
about the bottom, but found nothing — -not even
a loose seat - plank. The boat rocked too
violently for me to dare take a position where I
could exert my full strength against the single
cross-plank which had been wedged in as a seat.
Then for a moment I braced myself firmly on
the floor of the boat, gripping this seat with both
hands, and tried to think calmly.
All I could see was a black bank of air rushing
past me on the right, a slightly lighter mass on
my left waving swiftly in toward me and then
away from me, as the boat swerved in its head-
long plunges round the bends — the light effect
being caused by the faint reflection thrown off
by the solid gypsum wall. In front and all
around water as black as ink dashed against the
boat and threatened to swamp it. Over my head
there was more blackness, looking to my strain-
ing eyes like rushing storm-clouds.
I was sitting in the bottom of the dug-out,
grasping the seat, with my feet braced against
both sides of the boat, when the only thing
happened that I hadn't pictured mentally as a
possible source of accident. I suddenly heard
a roaring noise, apparently over my head, but
which was so instantly reverberated through
the great vault that it was impossible to tell
where it came from. This noise was succeeded,
before I could do more than look up, by a
mighty tearing, rushing, ripping sound, which
the echoes also magnified a thousandfold, as
though the entire underground world were
suddenly collapsing and its walls and roof
tumbling about my ears. Looking forward
and up to the point whence the first sound
had seemed to proceed, I saw with horror that
the whole face of the mighty wall upon my left
and directly ahead of me appeared to be sliding
down upon myself and boat. That it was no visual
illusion due to the rapid motion and weird gloom
the awful crashing proved. It was just what it
appeared to be — an avalanche of rock, caused by
a huge section of the sheer wall having suddenly
detached itself, coming straight for the river.
Just howl managed to come alive through
this fresh catastrophe is one of those unexplained
mysteries which come into all active men's lives.
The avalanche caught my frail boat broadside
on before I had quite got to my knees. I felt
myself lifted as though some powerful giant had
laid hold of the craft and then being hurled
forward, with my hands gripping desperately at
the cross-seat. I had a sickening sensation of
cleaving the black air, of suddenly parting
company with the boat, and of striking the
solid floor of the cave on my head.
A man who had not been born for some
specific fate would surely have had his brains
dashed out by the fearful fall I got. Fortunately
— or unfortunately, as one looks at it — I was not
killed ; but I lost consciousness— to come back
to things terrestrial, or sub-terrestrial, at some
indefinite later period, as crazy as a man can be'
who has had all his senses knocked completely
out of him by a brain concussion !
THE MOONSHINERS.
37i
I have only a nightmare sort of recollection of
my experiences after the fall of the avalam
I had an insane man's fancy that I was being
chased for my life, or that I was chasing some
other persons for their lives, but, as I have said,
I have to-day only
a hazy kind of
memory of what I
went through. It
was probably a
real mercy to me
that I was permit-
ted to go through
my wanderings in
that awful subter-
ranean labyrinth in
a half-craz.ed con-
dition.' The ex-
periences and
sufferings I should
have undergone as
a sane man would
have been far
more terrible.
For three days
and nights I
roamed the caves,
and then I was
finally captured by
the faithful friends
who had come in
search of me.
When found I
looked the per-
sonification of a
typical cave
demon. I wore
my hair long — as
the style was then
among my planter
friends — and this
hung in tangled
masses about my
face, which was as
pale as death.
Blood had streaked across my face from
my injured scalp, and dried on ; such clothes
as I had left hung in rags, and my feet
were bare and bleeding.* To make my
uncanny appearance complete and realistic I had
possessed myself of an immense club — a section
of the dug-out boat, which had been smashed
into fragments when it was wrecked. When dis-
covered, I was running up and down the brink
of what is now known as the " Bottomless Pit "
in the famous Mammoth Cave itself, more than
* To this day I am compelled to walk with the aid ol Sticks,
owing to the injuries my feet received from the jagged rocks of the
caves. — Thk Author.
1 HAD A SICKENING SENSATION "t- CLEAVING THE BLACK AIK
twenty miles from the spot wl
had cast me ashi ir
1 must now come back to in.
and tell their story briefly.
My last glimpse of my faithful lieutenant Bill
Horton \\m\ b
when I him
standing blink
with a
look <.i surpi
and dismay on his
, in that little
black cavern wi
the Moonshii
had just, sprung
their trap on him
andhiscompanion.
I was 1\ ing on a
little iron cot, with
head swathed
in bandages, when
I caught my next
look at 111 l's I
This was in St.
Vincent's I losp tal
a t Lou i s\ i 1 I ( .
where 1 had ! •
taken aft r the
search party found
in e — just two
vv< eks earlier.
-Halloa. Bill!"
I said, suddenly,
in a weak voice,
my mind still a
littl' I as
to which world I
was in. " Are you
the real thing,
or are both ot
dead nun ? "
"Well, cap," he
1 broad
smile spread over
his face, for hi
no doubt glad to hear something beside mean
less ravings pass my lips, " I reckon both of us
have had a pretty close call, and especiall)
But we're both living, thank goodi
"How did you escape from the Moonshin
Bill?" I asked, haltingly. "Was then figl
in the front cave? And how about th;
little "
"Now you keep quiet, captaii
fit to go getting yourself all -
exi lied asking questions.
i.- known passages in
between a hundred mlks
4th !
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in, abruptly. "You'll hear all about it when
you're braced up. Here's the nurse coming
now to rate me."
But I wasn't to be put off. I saw he was
keeping something back, and it aroused my
fighting blood. " You've got to answer two
questions anyhow, Horton," I insisted, forcing a
little strength into my tone and manner.
" Well, what are they, then ? Speak quick,
since you insist," replied the poor fellow, throw-
ing a nervous glance over his shoulder toward
the approaching nurse.
" Was there a fight, and how did you get
away? That's one question. And what hap-
pened to the brave little Goff lad ? " I asked,
rapidly.
" There was a fight," said Bill, " and we won.
We've got every blessed Moonshiner up here in
the Federal gaol now, and no one killed. 'Twas
the last couple to enter the trap — Dorman and
the Frenchman — who kept their wits about 'em,
and knocked three of the gang senseless with
their guns clubbed, and then unloosed some of
the rest of us. That started the fracas. Then,
when we'd run the gang out into the front cave
and were getting in our last blows, someone
spied you tearing down-stream in a boat, and
after we'd finished the 'Shiners five men stayed
and watched the prisoners — as savage a mob
they were as ever you saw, too — and five more
of us started to hunt you. And a fine chase
you led us, cap ! Six times we sighted you,
galloping along ahead of
us, swinging that club o'
yours, and howling fit to
raise the dead — and each
time you beat us run-
ning and got away in
the dark. We were
three days with hardly
a bite to eat, not even
stopping "
" But the lad — how
about brave little Eddie
Goff?" I interrupted, im-
patiently, a vague idea
beginning to form in my
mind that this part of the
subject was being pur-
posely evaded. "Was
the poor boy really dead
when I saw his body
floating? Did you
make no effort to save
him ? "
" Dead ! Him dead ! "
exclaimed Horton,
sacrificing grammar to what was manifestly
scorn. " Well, I should say not. And we
saved him all right — all the saving he needed,
which was to make sure he didn't escape. Why,
that little rascal could have swum under water
for an hour, I believe, if his game had made
the move necessary."
By this time the nurse was by our side, but I
fought her away feebly when she endeavoured
. to make me lie down again. I raised myself up
on my elbow through sheer wonder at what
Horton meant.
" As for his being a poor little fellow," the
latter went on, chuckling and apparently mightily
amused by some sudden memory, " it was he-
nobody else — who put up the whole blessed job
on us ! He put the 'Shiners on to the trick
when he first spied you. And say, cap, that
kid wasn't Tom Goff's son any more than I am
myself ! He was young Jeff Throop, the son of
the leader of the gang ! But we all felt so
cheap at being taken in by such a little fellow
that when we got the truth of it we let him go.
'Twouldn't sound well in court to hear him
telling how easy we'd been. Fll tell you the
whole story in a couple of days "
But I had suddenly lost all interest in his
narrative, and lay back on my pillow with my
eyes closed.
To think of the sympathy I had wasted on
the red-headed little scamp ! And easy ! No
one had been so easy as I had !
I LAY BACK ON MY 1'Il.l.OW WITH MY EVES CLOSED.
The Festival of Up-Helly-A in Shetland.
r>\ AniKki Harris.
Illustrations from Photographs by R. II. Ramsay, Ler, V.B.
The celebration of Yule-tide in Shetland closes, at the end of January, with the festival of Up-Helly
At Lerwick a grand torchlight procession is held, in which march squads of masked men, after
which a bonfire takes place, and house-to-house visiting by the masqueraders.
E need go no farther south of the
Antic Circle than Shetland to find
that the Northerner is the equal of
the Southron in merry-making. His
opportunities, it is true, for some
reason or other, seem fewer, but what he
lacks in this respect he makes up in super-
abundance of spirit, and his day of rejoicing,
when it comes, is full of human warmth. The
zero-point, if it happens to be frigid weather,
does not cool his ardour, but increases it. He
makes his holiday a roaring, tearing festival,
always with due regard to propriety — which
many a sportive Southerner might envy or
imitate — and ever with the thought in mind
that a like opportunity for enjoyment may not
come for one whole long year.
The festive season of the Shetlander is Christ-
aneestry. Some say that the name b like-
ness to "up-holy-day," or the day when holid
are "up," but the more probable meaning r<
to the sacred season known as "Helly" and
their completion.
Suffice it here to say that the spirit of Up
Helly-A finds its most hilarious expression in
Lerwick, where, towards the end of January,
which is the end of Yule in the old-time
calendar, still observed in Shetland, the town is
lit up by a grand and welcome light. When
little children should be in bed and older ones
should be thinking of it, the market squan
this fine old town is crowded with people stand
ing almost in darkness, save for the flare of an
occasional lamplight— all waiting patiently I
given signal. The spectators group themselves
in hundreds around a small multitude of maskers,
From a]
: ■ i
SCIIi' MERRY I'
mas,
or, as he loves to call it. Yule ; and the
grand day of his rejoicing is that which marks
the end of the holidays, the day of Up-Helly-A,
four-and-twenty days after the beginning of Yule.
What this curious word really means may well
puzzle the average reader. He must needs
know a little of the Scandinavian language and
the customs of the Shetlanders, who still retain
many words and practices of their Scandinavian
each dressed in some curious fashion, tl
df weeks of thought, and eai h ivii
torch in his hand.
I hese merry makers of ;;
as "Guizers," which word
•■ Guizard," or mask* r, a ■
control. of a worthy chief, whos
There are, at different times, ft
hundred, divided ;
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From a]
ANOTHER GKUUH, URESSEU AS SISTERS OK MKKCV.
each squad being clothed to represent some
particular object or thing — which is about as
near, in explanation, as one can get to include
the great variety of costume on this festive occa-
sion. At this time of night— for the gathering
begins to take place about seven o'clock— it is
almost impos-
sible to tell who
is who, which, of
course, tends
only to increase
the fun. It may
well be imagined
that while the
"Guizers" are
assembling from
all parts of the
town, waiting for
the signal already
mentioned, they
are the sport, as
well as admira-
tion, of the at-
tendant crowd,
sometimes num-
bering two thou-
sand strong.
In the centre
of the square, at
the market cross,
just before the
procession
begins, stands a Viking ship, with the familiar
dragon head and a Scandinavian flag upon its
mast. This galley is the great feature of
the present festival and many that have gone
before, but during recent years other ships
have been contributed to the procession,
yi'nui
THE FESTIVAL OF UP-HELLY-A IN SHETLAND.
375
1"HE "ACE UK CLUBb.'
A PARTY OF ''GUIZliKs" IN FANCY DKlibS.
From a Photo.
thus adding to its
ago, for instance,
buted by lads at
St. Magnus Street,
as well as a stout-
built and fully-
rigged schooner
made by dock
workers specially
for the occasion.
The galleys, of
course, are 'on
wheels, for they
are about to be
dragged around
the town, each
galley followed by
a special squad
of "Guizers,"
keeping step to
the music of
fiddlers seated or
standing on the
preceding car.
The " Guizers,"
according to mani-
festoes conspicu-
ously displayed
throughout the
nautical interest. Two years
a second galley was contri-
town, are bidden to assemble at the
South Esplanade at half -past se\
o'clock, having d beforehand that
order, punctuality, and discipline shall
be rigorously obeyed. Hence, uni
many a celebration in the South, the
procession comes off to time. It is,
moreover, distinctly understood that no
torches shall be lit until eight o'clock,
at which time the signal is given by the
worthy chief " Guizer," who, we may
add in passing, was last year attired as
Hamlet in a striking velvet dr< ss. Albeit
the maskers are forbidden to light up,
there is yet a sop thrown to the croud
in darkness a few minutes before the
procession starts, in the shape of blue
and red lights from the top of the
market cross, which, reflecting th
selves upon the faces of the crowd
and neighbouring buildings, give a lively
colour to the gay proceedings.
' The lighting of the torches, done in
a moment at the word of command,
turns the whole square into a blaze of
brilliance, and in a few seconds the
whole procession is in motion, accom-
panied by a drum and fiddles in the
procession itself, and by vigorous
cheers and " hoochs " from the s]
tators. Headed by the Viking galley, with
one of the other ships bringing up the rear,
From a)
THE STARS OF NIGHT, .MPERSON ATED BY A GROVP OF HI
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the procession proceeds picturesquely along
a set route, through the narrow ways of the
old town, and back to its starting-point, fol-
lowed always by men, women, and children
in a state of enthusiasm which befits the
end of Yule. The torches, with few excep-
tions, burn through the entire distance,
although at the Hillhead they sometimes meet
with a real Shetland wind, which works havoc
among the lights.
The squads are conspicuous both for origin-
ality of design and effective display. Unable,
since it takes place at night, to give, by means
a fine group of seven, dressed with great neat-
ness and propriety, who took part in the
festival of 1904, are in reality Brothers of
Mercy, with bodies well disguised, selected,
perhaps, for a set purpose because of their
benignant mien.
Many of the squads who take part in the
Lerwick procession are contributed by the
Royal Naval Reserve, which, at this season of
the year, is at drill in winter quarters at
Lerwick, and were it not for their efforts in
the past to keep alive the spirit of Yule, the
festival of Up-Helly-A might long ago have
From a]
A GROUP OF MERRYMAKERS, MASQUERADING AS DUTCH FISHEKMEN
of photographs, a correct idea of the procession,
we have selected for illustration, from the pro-
cessions of the last few years, some of the
squads which have attracted most attention for
artistic design. It will not be forgotten that the
costumes are always worn by men, although in
some of the pictures they seem to be worn by
women. Men only take part in the festival
of Up-Helly-A. Hence the frisky party of
schoolgirls dancing round a modest Tar and
an apparently aged lady, in one of our illustra-
tions, is, in reality, a group of merry " Guizers."
Clothed in pinafores and sun-bonnets, these
men are trying to deceive people into the
belief that they are girls of ten, accompanied
by a nurse or chaperon, but they are sadly
betrayed by their moustaches, which they seem
at no pains to hide. Again, the Sisters of Mercy,
passed into oblivion. They are the ones
put life and soul into the proceedings.
Three years ago one of the best features in
the procession was a group representing Father
Neptune and his attendants, impersonated by
the Naval Reserves. This group was borne
on a car, the old Lord of the Sea, with flowing
white beard, trident in hand, and attendants
beside him, standing upon a foundation of
seaweed, strewn about to suggest the ocean's
bed. More artistic, however, and more as if the
occasion were a fancy-dress ball, another party
of " Guizers " was dressed to represent the ace
of clubs, each with an enormous club upon his
white tunic and another on the front of his cap.
With them, marching in the procession, were a
number of Japanese women — who were really
not women from Japan — clothed in the costume
who
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577
of Mikadoland ; a number of Arabs in Bedouin
guise, a band of Cavaliers in knee-breeches and
fine ruffles, and a goodly proportion of clowns.
There was also a proper squad dressed entirely
in black, wearing small college caps mounted
with silver emblems, their body garments,
hanging loosely from their shoulders, adorned
with moons and stars, the crescent and star
making an effective ornament to their heads.
This group, which represented " Night," was a
distinct success, and reflected real credit upon
the designer and the men who embodied his
pretty thought.
Always are to be seen Dutchmen in Lerwick
at Up-Helly-A, either in the flesh, for they come
frequently to Lerwick as a port of trade, or in
the disguise of the " Guizer,'' for the men of
Holland are favourite subjects for fancy dress.
Lerwick has always had a warm spot in her
heart for the Netherlands, and in her Town
Hall may be seen an oval medallion window
given by the Burgomaster and Magistrates of
Amsterdam in commemoration of the long
connection between Holland and Shetland.
What more popular, then, than the yearly
appearance of Dutchmen in clogs and hol-
land blouses, long pipes and seafaring hats,
and often with schnapps and sweetjecooks about
them, to distinguish them distinctly from other
masqueraders?
After the procession has returned to the Espla-
nade the galleys are plac< d n ma
circle formed by the " I ',m th their lighted
torches, and when th
given the torches an- thrown, wil
energy, upon thi a bled shi
instantaneously into a mass of seething flame.
A writer in the Shetland News di . in the
following words, the exciting scene .a the burn-
ing of the ships : —
"The galleys burned and crackled and his
the flames circled and twisted and shot forth up
and down; the smoke, lurid with spar!
and flew in such a manner as speedily s< atti
those on the lee side. And then one could
the bulwarks giving up, devoured by the I
Fiend; then the stems, then the body, and
finally nothing but a mass of flames could be
distinguished. The schooner held out well.
Her masts were the last to succumb, hut she
had to yield to the all-devouring flames. The
bonfire was a fitting close to the finest procession
ever held at Lerwick."
This bonfire, round which small boys ling
to see that no shred of the ships remains un
consumed, is not the last incident in the i
bration. That takes the form of feasting, and
— a distinct survival of an old-time custom
a series of house-to-house visits by the "( ruizi
who, popular fellows that they are, are everj
where received with welcome arms and off
the best of cheer.
J- torn a |
A MERKV SQUAD OF SHAM CONVICTS.
Vol. xiv.— 48.
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the Rhinoceroses
■y- , , ~- ■ . mm m
Couni Stanislaus Sehemhecfc
f%/ff>fdrr/<ii?
An out-of-the-way adventure which befell a party of big-game hunters in East Africa. On their way
to the river a herd of rhinoceroses found their route blocked by the author's camp, whereupon
they attacked it. Count Schembeck describes what happened when the infuriated monsters charged
down upon his party.
Y love of big-game shooting
has led me to all parts of
the world in search of it,
amongst other places to the
country around the Waso
Nyiro River, in East Africa, where
rhinoceroses abound. After a long
march through a more than desolate
country, inhabitated by superstitious
natives who tell blood-curdling stories
about witches, vampires, and such-like
pleasant folk, we camped one evening
on a slope near some trees.
Two friends of mine who had accom-
panied me on my race round the Dark
Continent — Monsieurde Rubempre and
Bevis O'Sullivan, both of them splendid
sportsmen — shared one smail fire with
me, while our carriers and other attend-
ants made merry a little distance away.
I was sleeping the sleep of the just
after a meal off a delicious rhinoceros
tongue when I was suddenly awakened
by a hideous yell. Sitting up, I saw De
Rubempre and O'Sullivan come dashing
along in very scanty attire, running as if
they were competing for a championship.
As they passed me they shouted some-
thing— what, I could not gather. As-
tounded, 1 gazed round in a dazed, halt- " i SAW de hubkmhk^ and osullivan come washim. along,"
THE RAID OF THK RHINOCEROS
$79
sleepy fashion, and presently saw my flying friends
take refuge behind the sycamore trees which
shaded the camp. Looking in the opposite direc-
tion, I was horrified to see a huge rhinoceros
moving briskly about at the other end of the
camp. Needless to say, I hurriedly got out of
bed. I was too sleepy and dazed to think of
weapons, and was about to join my friends
among the trees when the rhinoceros, with an
odd little jump, disappeared in the bushes,
leaving one of our fires stamped out and some
of the packs knocked as flat as pancakes.
The excitement gradually subsided after the
departure of the huge animal, and once more
slumber fell upon the camp. But it was appar-
ently decreed that our peace was to be disturbed
continually during that night, for I had just gone
to sleep again and was dreaming of shooting
rhinoceroses with one shot each, like pheasants,
when I heard my name pronounced in a ghostly
whisper. Opening my eyes, I saw De Rubempre
bending over me.
" What's the matter ? " I asked, sleepily.
" Look, man ! " he murmured, excitedly; "the
rhinoceros is returning with his whole family ! "
I discovered, however, that in th< live
light it was impossible to aim with any certainty.
Moreover, I reflected that it once th
brutes became infuriated and charged down on
the camp, the Zulu saying i shall
stamped flat," would not only be figurati\
but literally, exemplified.
I don't think I have ever been so un
at that moment, for I felt helpless before this
mighty avalanche of flesh and bone, which the
least accident might send rolling irresistibly
towards us. De Rubempre saw the dan.
too ; and although he has proved his brai
over and over again, he paled, and anxiously
looked at the trees. O'Sullivan only, with his
infectious Irish gaiety, did not for a minute think
of the danger.
Presently we detected a movement amon
the herd; the huge brutes seemed to be lining
up in some sort of order.
" Looks as if they were going to reproduce the
charge of Balaclava ! " observed the irrepressible
O'Sullivan, and I was inclined to agr :e with him.
For half an hour the rhinoceroses came no
nearer, although they moved round and round
" THE PONDEROUS ANIMALS WERE CHARGING OOWN I II
" Oh, bother the rhinoceros ! " I said, turning
over lazily ; but the Frenchman shook me until
I sat up— with very bad grace. Not far off,
clearly visible in the bright moonlight, I beheld
a whole herd of rhinoceroses, apparently examin-
ing the camp. Their looks did not please me,
and, rising to my feet, I snatched up my gun.
us in clumsy circles. Tin
weird— those hulking grey bodies
the darkness all about us.
Suddenly there was. a shriek of ' " from
our natives, and with one accord
the trees. The ponderous animals were charging
down towards the camp !
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" Here come the gallant six hundred ! "
observed O'Sullivan, and hurriedly swung
himself into a tree. The Frenchman and I
also clambered up and got our heavy guns
ready.
O'Sullivan war. literally bubbling over with
gaiety, in spite of the seriousness of the situation.
" Hooroo I " he yelled, as the great brutes
came tearing through the brushwood, leaving a
clear space behind them. " Here come the
road-makers ! "
" And here goes the grave-maker," said De
Rubempre, coolly taking aim, with his rifle rest-
ing on a branch. On came the monsters at a
lumbering gallop. A shot rang out and down
went a heavy mass, raising a thick cloud of
grey dust and shaking the ground.
" Bravo ! Good shot ! " shouted O'Sullivan.
" Your turn, Schembeck."
I had been aiming already, and when he spoke
I pressed the trigger, but as I fired the brute I
was aiming at stumbled over a fallen trunk and
came down on its knees, so that my bullet only
buried itself in the broad back.
" Bad luck ! " cried Bevis. " My turn now.
Here's for the leader ! "
The Irishman's bullet brought down a giant
animal, which lay on the ground struggling,
kicking, and making an awful uproar. The
scene was now a veritable
pandemonium. Stamp-
ing rhinoceroses, scream-
ing natives in trees, Bevis
shouting out mad jokes,
and the rapid reports of
the rifles combined to pro-
duce a bewildering up-
roar. Clouds had by this
time hidden the moon,
and we could hardly see
to shoot. The intruding
animals were now in
among the camp - fires,
and in the twinkling of
an eye the flames to the
last ember were trodden
out. Dimly we could see
our beds being stamped
under foot and scattered,
and the packs hurled this
way and that. Then for
a few minutes we fired a
little more surely, for the
moon showed itself again,
and five dead animals
soon lay stiff on the
ground, while not a few
others were badly
wounded.
Having vented their rage on inanimate things,
the great brutes began to think of the men.
One of the natives, paralyzed with fear, had
been unable to climb a tree, and was now
staring at the rhinoceroses over the top of a thick
prickly bush. Our attention was drawn to the
man for the first time by one of the animals
stopping short and sniffing round. It did not
see the man, but scented him, and with a bellow
of fury it went for the bush like a hurricane.
We yelled out to the native to save himself,
and, roused from his stupor, he sprang to his
feet and raced away, with the animal after him.
I slipped a little farther down the tree and called
to him, whereupon he swerved rapidly from his
course and came towards me, while the leviathan
stopped short, ploughing up the ground with its
heavy feet. Finally it turned, for all the world
like a clumsy mastiff puppy, and resumed the
chase.
The screaming native ran towards my tree,
and I held out my hand and dragged him up,
telling him to climb up higher. He did not
I HELD OUT MY HAND.
THE RAID OF THE RHINOCEROS-.
38i
need to be told twice, and went up as high as
he could. Luckily for him, as the sequel will
show, it was not a tall tree.
The great animal, with ponderous tread, came
on after him. Arrived at the foot of the tree,
it stood still, apparently astonished at the native's
disappearance, and then aimed a vicious blow
at the tree-trunk with its sharp horn. I did
not intend to let it demolish my perch so
easily, so I slipped down to the bottom branch
and, leaning forward, held my rifle point-
blank at its ear and pressed the
trigger. Such a shot is fatal, and
I had the satisfaction of seeing it
waver, take a. few steps, and then
fall with a crash, its whole weight
resting against the tree, which bent
like a cane. I clutched wildly at
the branch to prevent myself fall-
ing, and nearly dropped my rifle,
while a crashing, rending noise,
followed by a shriek from above,
told that someone had been dis-
lodged by the shock. Branch after
branch was snapped by the falling
of some heavy body, until finally
it hit the stronger boughs and
bounced off to the ground. I
realized then that the native in his
terror had climbed too high up,
where the branches could hardly
bear him, and the sudden jerk had
hurled him down.
For a minute I thought another
rhinoceros would come and crush him before
he could get up again, but to my astonishment
he rose to his feet and limped away at a good
rate into the bushes. Evidently he did not
intend to trust to tree-tops again.
For a short while longer the rhinoceroses
wandered about the camp, and then their
interest shifted to our waggon, which they
surrounded with the evident intention of upset-
ting it. They had not sufficient sense, however,
to realize that if they pushed on both sides at
once it would not go down, so they did not
succeed in overturning it. All this time we
fired at intervals into the mass of animals,
meanwhile speculating among ourselves as to
why such a large number of rhinoceroses had
banded themselves together.
Presently, to our great relief, they tired of
their sport and moved on farther into the
wilderness. De Rubempre and O'Sullivan
THE AUTHOK, COUNT STANISLAUS
SCHEMBECK.
From a Photo.
followed them for some distance to see what
they would do next, while I ord< 1
bullied the frightened natives into 1
from their lofty roosting -places, when
much resembled a flock of crows.
One by one they came down and gathered
round me, shivering with cold and terror, and
casting apprehensive glances in the direction
whence the marauding animals had disappeai
After a time, however, I induced them to
relight the fires, and then a few went to fetch the
waggon oxen. These by a lu<
chance had been pickete 1 at a 1
tance in charge of five mi n, be
cause of the more plentiful pasture
there. The damage to our camp
was not so great as it might have
been, although the low tents under
which we had been sleeping, our
beds, and all the cooking utensils
left outside the waggons, besid
few packs thrown down by the
carriers, had been so trampled out
of shape that it took a certain
amount of divination and a vivid
imagination to guess what they
were.
When De Rubempre and O'Sulli
van came in they reported
they had followed the herd for
some distance. The animals
seemed to form a fairly regular
phalanx, following a given road
They had gone down to the river,
drunk and bathed, and then crossed by a ford and
disappeared at a rapid pace on the other side.
Having hauled the waggons to a fresh camping
place — for the old one was trampled into mud
by the huge feet— we lit great fires and got to
sleep at last, with our bones aching from the
nocturnal gymnastics we had been compelled to
indulge in.
Next morning we discovered a sort of path
leading through the country which we had nol
hitherto noticed because of the spring growth
covering the roughly-made way, trampled out
by the feet of many wild animals during count-
less ages. It was apparently an animal trail
leading to the river. That was as much of the
secret of the huge beasts as we could fathom.
We had camped across their pathw
their way to the water, and they natui
resented our conduct.
And so ended our ad\
A Fairyland of France.
By C. N. Williamson.
A description of an automobile tour through one of the most beautiful and unknown districts of
Europe — a region into which few travellers penetrate and where railways do not exist. Mr.
Williamson illustrates his article with some striking photographs.
N the heart of France, the most
civilized of European lands, there is
a region which twenty years ago
was unsurveyed — a blank upon the
maps of the War Office. Even to-
day few strangers penetrate this veiled country.
Railways skirt its borders, but none pass through
it. The traveller who does not go on foot must
be content with the three-horsed yellow
diligence, which has here one of its last strong-
holds in Europe — a picturesque, clumsy survival
which carries the imagination back to the days
before the shriek of the railway whistle was
heard in the mountains. In many districts even
there are no diligences, and there the only
means of communication is the post-cart of the
courrier, who can put at the service of travellers
one or two places in his ancient chaise. Within
this wild country there are no towns — only
villages buried deep in the folds of the moun-
tains or clinging like birds' nests to the faces of
frowning precipices. There is no shelter for
the wanderer save the auberge, where the great
kitchen is the general meeting-place for the
neighbourhood. Yet this unknown and
neglected region, which lies in the poorest
department of France, is one of the most
interesting countries in Europe. It has remark-
able natural beauty, and every mile offers a
new and delightful surprise ; it contains vast
deserts intersected by river gorges, which in their
depth and grandeur can be compared only with
the Canyon of the Colorado ; it was the scene of
one of the most terrible wars ever fought upon
the soil of France ; above all, it still has the
charm of the primitive and the unspoiled.
It is not surprising that this part of France
should have been neglected. The Americans
and the English travel little in France except
along certain beaten lines, and the region of
which I write lies away from all main roads.
It is in the right angle made by the two great
railways running north and south from Dijon to
Marseilles, and west and east from Bayonne to
Nimes. Across this wide territory of Languedoc
bends from north-east to south-west the sinuous
line of the Cevennes, the watershed between
the Atlantic and the Mediterranean. Leaning
against the western flanks of this high and sterile
range are the great deserts of the Causses, lying
for the most part in the department of Lozere,
but spreading to the adjoining departments of
Lot, Aveyron, Gard, and Herault, and of extra-
ordinary interest to the geologist as well as the
lover of beauty. It consists of a series of vast
high steppes of chalk, cut off one from another
by tremendous defiles, in which at a great depth
flow rapid rivers. The three largest of these
table-lands of chalk, reckoning from north to
south, are the Causse Sauveterre, the Causse
Mejean, and the Causse Noir ("Causse" is
from calx — chalk) ; and round them race the
rivers Lot, Tarn, Jonte, and Dourbie. On the
west they are flanked by the proud range of the
Cevennes parting the Causses from the valley of
the Rhone ; on the east they adjoin the strange
volcanic region of Auvergne ; and the rivers of
the Causses flow to the Atlantic by way either
of the Garonne or the Loire.
The vast uplands of the Causses are little
more than deserts. Once they were covered
with rich forests ; but, either by fire or by
wholesale cuttings at the time of the Revolution,
the trees have almost disappeared. These
melancholy wastes sustain a few miserable
sheep, a few wind-tortured woods ; and support
here and there a mean village of grey stone, or
a dilapidated farm guarded by ferocious dogs.
From elevated points the wide and impressive
wildernesses may be seen stretching far away to
a distant horizon. Many of the higher swellings
of the desert bear ancient dolmens that date
A FAIRYLAND OF FRANCE.
prom a\
from Druid days and whisper horrid stones of
blood and fear. Here and there in unexpected
and dangerous places yawn narrow and sombre
openings in the ground. These avens are of
incredible depth. Some are fringed with shrubs,
like hairy mouths ; others are gashed in the
naked rock. A boulder toppled into them will
long send up sullen reverberations as it crashes
from side to side of the formidable abyss. It is
a region of amazing contrasts. In summer the
Causses glare with a fierce heat ; in winter they
are scourged by storms, and lie buried for months
beneath deep snow. The people who inhabit
these sterile wildernesses are of a type unknown in
other parts of France. They have long heads
and low foreheads ; they use a patois of their
own and live a life apart. Speak to them
slowly in Spanish and they will understand you :
sure proof of their Iberian descent.
The rainfall on the plateaux is twice that of
Paris; yet the surface of the steppes retains no
part of this beneficent flood. The chalky
ground is like a sieve, not like a sponge ; the
water falls through it, to collect far down in sub-
terranean lakes and rushing rivers. Hence the
startling contrasts of which I have spoken ; for
while the surface of the Causses is naked,
unhomely, and stony, the river valleys that ring
them are paradises of verdure, in whose warm
and scented air grow the chestnut and the vine,
the myrtle and the mulberry, the peach and the
almond. The change from the plain to the
valley is sudden and surprising. It is like
going in a few strides from Russia to Italy.
One walks on the sad and inhospitable
Causses shivering, it may be, in the wild
blasts of a curdling easterly wind, until one
comes to the lip of a tremendous fissure.
Three thousand feet below, a green, clear river,
like transparent malachite, hurries through a
belt of verdure. Terrace upon terrace rise the
vine and the chestnut, giving place upon the
upper shelves of the channelled and sculptured
precipices to the birch, the fir, and the pine.
The first steps upon the winding path down the
rocky wall, and one is in a different atmosphere.
The biting wind becomes a warm and gentle air ;
in place of sterility and sadness there are abund-
ance and gaiety ; grapes cluster on pergolas
in Italy ; the peach and the almond ripen out of
doors. There is nothing like it anvwh
in France \ perhaps nowhere else in Fur'
All this wide district is worth exploration. A
long summer might joyously be spent in foil
ing up to their sources in the Cevennes the
many beautiful rivers that flow through
Causses and in traversing these curious
The hasty traveller, howe> t in a
days something more than a glim| the
country. Of all the rivers ol rarn
is the most exquisite. Happily no railway runs
very near the Tarn, but the fine of the
river can be reached by driving either from
Mende or Banassac-la-Canourgue, at both of
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which places are railway stations. It seemed
to me more delightful to approach "the magic
district of the Tarn by road, and as I wanted to
be free and independent — to linger or speed on
as the mood should take me— I travelled in my
automobile through mellow, luminous August
days southwards from Paris through busy
Clermont-Ferrand and over the Monts du
Velay to the fascinating town of Le Puy,
lying in a cup among the mountains.
The morning I left Le Puy was raw and
misty. Scarcely is one out of the town when
the long ascent begins of the Monts du Velay
up out of the valley of the Loire down to that
of the Allier. At turns of the road I could
throw back a glance to Le Puy lying in its green
basin, the stripling Loire curving round it like
a silver sickle. Near the indifferent hamlet of
Costaros I overtook the yellow diligence, which
three smoking horses were laboriously dragging
up the heights, and opposite a feudal tower, in
which was lodged the anberge, the diligence and
I came to a stop at the same instant.
The auberge of Costaros is one of the meanest
I have seen in France, and I have sheltered in
many. The large, smoke begrimed kitchen is
salle a manger, nursery, and bedroom. The
family sleep in box-beds let into the walls. A
woman clattered in sabots over the lava floor,
attending to her guests. In places such as this
a table-cloth is unknown, nor are knives and
forks provided by the house. A smoking
chicken, a yard of crusty bread, a jug of thin
red wine are set upon the table, and each
attacks the victuals with his own pocket-knife.
Cultivation is continued up the mountains
high above Le Puy, but before the watershed is
reached the effort ceases, and the land is mere
rough grass and boulder. In ascending there
breaks suddenly on the vision a view of the
Cevennes, rearing their jagged peaks into a
serene blue sky, and a little after the road
sweeps down past the unkempt town of
Pradelles, hanging high on a green hill over-
looking the Allier. Here I travelled down a
finely-engineered road, crossed the Allier out of
the department of the Haute Loire into that of
Lozere, and gained the shabby and featureless
town of Langogne. Up from Langogne runs a
road which ascends with pitiless monotony,
kilometre after kilometre through wild country
of moor and heathery marsh, with scarce a
habitation worth the name.
Mende may be called the capital of the
Causses. Lying on the northern edge of the
chalk plateaux and being accessible by railway
both from east and west, it is the point whence
the district of the Tarn may be most easily
explored ; it is, indeed, in the whole region the
only town worth the name. A compact, doVe-
coloured place of grey spires and slated roofs,
ringed by a green boulevard and set at the foot
of great rocky escarpments where several valleys
flow together, Mende repays a day or two of
exploration. Its fourteenth-century cathedral
has towers which do not match ; in some streets
feudal fortifications are built into modern houses;
the narrow, winding lanes of the old town are
incongruously lit by electric light.
To explore the district of the Tarn one
travels southwards from Mende, leaving railways
behind. Along the cheerful, wooded valley of
the rapid Lot ran an excellent road, almost on
the level, as far as Balsieges. On either hand
were high mountains, clothed with feathery
acacias on the lower slopes, with larch and pine
above. From the steep pastures wild-eyed
children, watching flocks of sheep, stared in
wonder at my flying automobile, and the fierce
dogs, their companions, showed their white fangs
and growled. Formidable oxen, yoked under a
huge beam, and heavily ploughing a dusty
furrow, tried to follow me with their ruminating
glance, until the goad cruelly recalled them to
their duty. At Balsieges was an intricate net-
work of valleys. I turned abruptly to the left,
and set the car at the long, gradual ascent which
was to land me on the upland of the great
Causse de Sauveterre. From the steep sides
of the mountains grey pinnacles of rock rose
like castles and towers. In places the cliffs
were red as those of Devon ; in others they were
a rich, warm ochre. Sometimes on the sky-line
was an outcrop of grey rock riven and shattered
into the fantastic likeness of a ruined fortress.
The road was solitary ; on far-off slopes I saw
now and then the gaunt figure of a shepherd in
a long blue blouse, shading his eyes to look
after me. Dotted at intervals along the road-
side were little shelter-huts like stone beehives —
places of refuge for the wayfarer surprised by
sudden storms. The motor made light of the
easy gradients of the well-engineered road, and
in an hour from Mende I had reached the
loftiest point — the Col de Montmirat — a high
saddle which attaches the great plateau of the
Causse de Sauveterre on its eastern edge to the
Montague de la Lozere. A lonely auberge, a
poste de secours of the Touring Club of France,
stood on the col, whence the road plunged
suddenly down the side of a profound valley,
with a wide and impressive view of tumbled
mountains. In the deep dimples of the land
collected groups of poplars and larches ; as the
car sped switly down the long slopes, engineered
in easy, sweeping turns, I came into the zone of
the chestnut, and presently looked down upon
grey-roofed villages huddled in the depths of
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ravines. On one of the lower interminable
turns of the twisting road I put on both brakes
and pulled up the car to enjoy at leisure the
surprising sight which had suddenly flashed upon
my eyes.
From where I sat a valley with walls so deep
and straight as to be almost a ravine fell away
at my feet. In its remotest depths a green
river hastened through a belt of verdure, sweep-
ing in a wide semicircle round the foot of a bold
spur of mountain which lifted to the sky a crown
of high and fantastic rocks. Faintly was I
reminded of the beautiful Dart in far-off Devon-
shire, then of the
Moselle where it
loops itself in the
great horse - shoe
curve round the
wooded heights of
its valley. But
the Tarn — for this*
was the beginning
of its impressive
gorge — was in-
comparably finer
than either the
English or the
German stream.
While they are
pretty, this was
sublime ; above
all was the mind
seized and im-
pressed by the
amazing contrast
between the riot
of fertility in the
depths of the
ravine and the
naked desolation
spreading from
the grey and stony
lips of the Causses.
My destination
that afternoon was
to be Florae, and
Florae is above
the junction of the
Tarn and the Tarnon. The road lay like a shelf
high along the side of the valley, looking down
to the green and foaming river, winding in
serpentine curves at the foot of the steep spurs
thrown off from the vast wall of the Causse
M^jean. In a little while I came to a bridge
and the junction of the Tarn and the Tarnon.
Lying close to the three chief rivers (the
Tarn, the Tarnon, and the Mimente) which
drain the western slope of the Cevennes, Florae
is the key to the Canyon of the Tarn.
Vol. xiv. —49.
/•rout a\
At Florae my companions at di :r in the
inn were some seven or eight commercial
travellers— a type with which tin- wanderer in
rural France must soon become familiar. The
blithe sociability which once di
frenchmen is now almost a thing of tin p
Frenchmen meeting by accident at the same
table at an inn are scarcely more talkative than
Fnglishmen in the same < : ->•. Some convi
together in low tones; others preserve during
the whole meal a frigid silence; some -but
these are few — read newspapi To
understood to be something like an affront to
-nod manni
and the n< wspaper
is folded small and
kept out of sight
upon the lap when
not in use. 1 he
fierce divisions of
opinion in modern
France are ac-
countable, I think.
for this extreme
caution in social
intercourse.
Early next morn-
ing I explored
Florae on foot. It
is notable for an
old turreted house,
now a prison, and
formerly a hostelry
of the Knights
Templars : and
especially for the
Source d'u Pecher,
a limpid and abun-
dant spring which
gushes from the
side of the ( ausse
Mejean and tum-
bles through the
town in a
of cascades down
to the Tarnon,
filling the air with
murmuring sw
ness. I looked with a wondering interest
at this noble fountain, whose waters had
fallen first in the form of rain on the nal
chalky surface of the Causs< ; had
for some two thousand feet through '
like soil to come out again into ti
as a beautiful, sparkling cascade. Wl ling
my bill at the inn— it was wonderfully 'heap— I
took occasion to say (the landlord having asked
if monsieur had been cont. that a man
.nu=>t be either very hungry or a determined
l/^/ioto.
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gourmet to do justice to such a long and
elaborate menu as that of the previous night's
dinner, and that for myself fewer and simpler
dishes would be more acceptable. He eagerly
assented. "I know it is too much," he said.
" All those dishes — who can enjoy them ? Yet
my customers would clamour and think them-
laying out a new road above the level of the old
one. Presently I passed the road by which I
had the day before descended from the Col de
Montmirat, and keeping still by the Tarn
came suddenly, on doubling a corner, to the
curious, untidy, and southern-looking little
town of Ispagnac. In Ispagnac itself the
THE CURIOUS TWELFTH-CENTURY FORTIFIED CHURCH AT ISPAGNAC.
[Photo.
selves cheated if they did not have soup and
fish and chicken and rabbit and veal and all the
other things. As for the English, I know their
tastes, for I had a brother who was a cook in
London. You eat much, but of few dishes,
and all you have must be good and solid."
It was perhaps ten o'clock by the time I had
cleaned my car (for I travel without a mecanicien,
preferring to look after my motor myself) and
loaded it for the day's journey. A little crowd
watched me politely, for, though automobiles are
sometimes seen in the region, they are still rare
enough to arouse an almost awe-struck curiosity.
My way towards the gorges of the Tarn led
back by part of the road I had traversed the day
before, along the banks of the river, the road
winding with the sinuosities of the stream. On
my left hand were the cliffy battlements of that
immense calcareous monolith, the Causse
Mejean ; on the right the broken foot-hills of
the Montagne de la Lozere. No sooner had I
passed the bridge at the confluence of the Tarnon
and the Tarn than I came upon traces of a recent
inundation. Uprooted trees lay along the river
edge, and engineers were busy with a theodolite
thing
that interested me most was the for-
tified church of the twelfth century, with
a machicolated archway over the principal door.
Ispagnac was besieged in 1580 by Mathieu
de Merle, the terror of the Gevaudan. He
dragged hither cannon cast from the bells of
the cathedral at Mende, and to lower them
down the precipices used twenty pairs of oxen,
of which one pulled in front, while nineteen
labouring beasts held the cannon back behind.
A breach being made in the walls, Ispagnac was
deserted and Merle destroyed its fortifications.
Lying on the most practicable path from the
Cevennes to the Gevaudan, little Ispagnac has
been of importance ever since the Middle Ages.
Its position is almost theatrically effective, for
it stands in the jaws of the great Canyon of the
Tarn, frowned upon on all hands by craggy,
battlemented mountains. Again at Ispagnac
the contrast between the lowland and the high-
land makes forcible appeal to the imagination.
The vale of Ispagnac is a garden, dedicated to
horticulture rather than agriculture. It literally
blossoms like the rose. In the alluvial soil of
the valley floor fruit trees grow in southern
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387
luxuriance, sheltered from all rude winds by the
mountain ramparts ; on the terraced slopes of
the lower hills grapes ripen. But the zone of
cultivation does not reach high. Where the
hills become too steep to support the terraces,
sterility begins ; and above are the desolate
wastes of the Causses.
In this new Vale of Tempe lie two other
villages besides Ispagnac — Molines and Quezac,
this last linked to Ispagnac by an ancient,
camel-backed bridge. The road makes a wide
sweep in the valley and passes below the
beautiful Chateau of Rochehlave, a fortified
house of the seventeenth century adorned with
fine windows and machicolations.
At Rocheblave begins the true Canyon of the
Tarn. The river — marvellously pure, marvel-
lously green — twists itself into a loop and
plunges between the vast walls of the Causse
de Sauveterre and the Causse Mejean. For
thirty-six miles, from the bridge at Ispagnac to
that at Le Rozier, the Tarn winds in its won-
derful gorge. Were this tremendous fissure
cleft through rocks of granite or schist it would
be lugubrious ; but the warmth and light in the
ravine, the diversity of tints in the multi-coloured
rocks, the magnificent fountains that feed the
river, the rich abundance of the almond, the
walnut, the fig, the chestnut, and the vine — all
these things give an effect of gaiety and joyous-
ness. There is a good carriage road along the
right bank of the river as far as St. Enimie, and
it is being continued the whole length of the
gorge to Le Rozier, though ten years will prob-
ably elapse before the work is finished. In
these upper reaches the river is not navigable ;
the canyon is best seen either from the carriage
road or the narrow footpath that runs parallel
with it on the left bank of the stream. From
Ispagnac to St. Enimie is some eleven miles,
and tourists who are pressed for time can do
this journey by carriage, take boat at St. Enimie,
and reach Le Rozier the same evening ; though
it need scarcely be said that not in such hurried
journeying as this can the beauties of the way be
studied and enjoyed. A whole day should be
given to the journey from Florae to St. Enimie,
and at least one more to the descent by boat
from St. Enimie to Le Rozier. It is better still
to break the voyage at the Chateau de la Caze
or at La Malene, so giving two days to the river
trip. Even thus there is to be gained little more
than an impression of the beauties of the Canyon
of the Tarn. A month would not be too long
to give to an exploration of its banks and the
Causses whose broken edges overhang it.
It is one of the charms of this wonderful
gorge that it does not show all its beauties at
first. The road winds into the ravine, following
the twistings of the river and running al a
height above it. I he rains and frosts of
centuries have carved and channelled the (lift's
into fantastic shapes, and the eye is perpetually
mocked by castles of rock and towers of dolomite
which owe their forms to Nature alone, and not
to man, as one is tempted at the fust glance to
suppose. I found that my automobile offered a
hundred advantages in visiting the canyon. 1
could go as slowly as I liked, could leave the
car on the roadside when I wanted to scramble
up or down to get a good place for photograph-
ing, and could at any moment turn and run
back to look a second or a third time at any
view that had particularly appealed to my sense
of the picturesque. Of course, there are many
places on the banks of the Tarn and on the
Causses which can be explored only on foot ;
but the automobile is an enormous economizer
of time, for, if it cannot carry you up the
mountains, it can at least carry you swiftly to
the beginning of a climb, and speed away with
you to the next when the first is done.
From the Chateau de Rocheblave the road
passes over slopes of debris from the mountain
side through one or two insignificant hamlets
(Le Buisson and Le Chambonnet), until on the
opposite bank appears the spring of Pelatan,
the first of those wonderful cascades which, gush-
ing from the subterranean rivers in the bowels
of the Causses, feed the Tarn with their crystal
and abundant waters. Issuing from the rocks,
it falls into a cascade towards the river, but the
mill which it formerly worked stands ruined by
the great inundation of September 29th,
1900. A little after the valley falls together
again, the road mounts up, and presently, in a
great well of the ravine, the plunging glance
drops down on to one of the strangest sights
imaginable. Opposite, on the left bank, the walls
of the Causse Mejean rise majestically tor three-
thousand feet, towering upwards from the swift,
green river, and against the lowest spurs ol the
mountain rampart is plastered the curious little
hamlet of Castelbouc. a stranger dwelling
human beings can scarcelv be conceived; it is
like a bird's nest. Above it, on an aiguille of
rock, is the graceful ruin of a castle dismantled
in 1538; issuing from a gorge in the mountain
behind the hamlet of a hundred and sixty
inhabitants foams another ol the super!
which are among the chief wonders ol the lam.
Some of these torrents pour out as much a-
cubic metres a second. They flow always with
a constant stream, they ke< p always an even
temperature. The great source at 1 ouc
augments the little thread of tin I am with such
an' abundant stream that from this point the
river becomes navigable for flat-bottomed b
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Facing north, and shut out during the winter
months from all sight of the sun by the great
wall of the Causse de Sauveterre, which rises
opposite to it, Castelbouc would seem to be
one of the saddest places imaginable for human
beings to live in. That anyone should voluntarily
exist in Castelbouc is difficult to believe. The
first time I looked down upon it from the small
rocky plateau, high on the opposite bank, the
fantastic little hamlet seemed rather the realiza-
tion of a dream of Gustave Dore than a place
built by man, where men and women work and
Castelbouc there is a delightful footpath by the
river-edge as far as Prades, a village that trickles
all down the side of the gorge, from the high
road, where stands the still imposing chateau, to
the river. Between Castelbouc and Prades is a
remarkable echo that repeats seven consecutive
syllables, and hereabouts is the most beautiful
scenery of the upper gorge. From Prades the
road drops into a great well of rocks — tinted
with ochre, violet, and gold ; and here lies the
little town of St. Enimie. It is the first stage in
the journey down the Tarn.
THE STRANGE HAMLET OK CASTELLSOUC, THOIOGKATHEU FKO.U THE Oi'T'OSI IE PRECIPICE.
love and die. As I gazed down at the silent
houses a door opened, and the curb, in black
soutane, came out with a melancholy step,
reading a book. Slowly, wearily, he paced the
one street of Castelbouc, his eyes always on the
white page, and that solitary black figure moving
sadly through the dream-village seemed to add a
yet profounder note of depression to the scene.
The town of Halstatt, in the Salzkammergut of
Austria, is called a remote and sombre place.
It, too, lies against a mountain side, and for
months is never gladdened by the sun ; but,
compared to Castelbouc, Halstatt is radiantly
gay-
Castelbouc is too extraordinary to be passed
by merely with a glance from the opposite bank.
The traveller should descend a steep path that
leads to the river-brink and summon the town.
In answer to his cry a flat-bottomed boat will
come to him obliquely across the swift-running
stream, and he will be ferried over by some
inhabitant of the hamlet, who will guide him in
an exploration of the deep fissure behind the
town, whence issues the torrent. Then from
Along the valley of the Tarn there are no
facilities for travel save by boats, which start
from St. Enimie. From Florae or Ispagnac to
St. Enimie there is no public service of vehicles
— the roads, indeed, are scarcely practicable
for diligences or heavy carriages. The new
road that is being made above the level of all
possible floods will be wide enough for two
carriages to pass, and when it is finished some
regular service of public vehicles may be set up.
But that cannot be for years. In the meantime
the traveller must either walk, cycle, drive in a
private carriage, use an automobile, or go with
the courtier, who usually starts at some hour as
inconvenient as two in the morning ; and none
of these conveyances will serve him beyond St.
Enimie. There he must perforce take to the
water.
By the bridge at St. Enimie you take boat for
the descent of the Tarn. To Le Rozier, where
the gorge ends, is a voyage of eight hours with-
out a stop. The boats are stoutly-built flat-
bottomed punts, seven metres long, one wide,
slightly tapering in front, square at the stern.
A FAIRYLAND OF FRANCE.
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THE GORGE AT ST. CHELY, SHOWING THKEE OK THE CURIOUS SU
From a] EMPTY THEMSELVES INTO THE TARN
Underneath they are protected by large, round-
he.ided nails from the scraping of the rocks in
the rapids. The boats are managed by two
men, one at the bow, the other at the stern,
each balancing a long punt-pole in his hand, and
the voyage is undertaken in stages, boats and
boatmen being changed four times.
Pushing off from the bank close to where the
Source de Burle pours its cascade into the
stream, a stroke of the punt-poles carries the boat
out into mid-water. Immediately the current
takes it and whisks it round a high rocky point.
In a moment St. Enimie is out of sight. There
is a delicious sense of freshness and buoyancy
in floating on the shallow green water, so
crystal-clear that each pebble at the bottom is
plainly seen. Shoals of active trout dart hither
and thither, and my boatman, with the deft cast
of a weighted net, caught half-a-dozen of these
pink-fleshed and desirable little fish. The current
carries the boat along at some three miles an
hour, a speed quickened by the vigorous strokes
of the men pushing on the bed of the stream.
On either hand the cliffs rise enormously high,
their upper surfaces shattered into a thousand
fantastic shapes. The river runs a sinuous
course, and one is constantly confronted with
towering walls of rock which seem to shut it in
like a lake.
A sudden turn of the stream reveals the tiny
village of St. Chely on the left bank, climbing
up a break in the cliff-like walls that hem in
the stream. One of the quaint and old-world
practices of the district is for the boatmen
to carry with them a shell, with which, on
BTERRANEAGJ RIVERS WHICH
[Photo.
approaching a village, they
blow melancholy notes
that echo along the savage
tits. Two bla
nify that the traveller
means to stay ; three, that
another boat must begot
ready to 1 any him a
further Stage. At St.
Chely the I am is enriched
by no fewer than tl.
abundant 1 as< ades, which
issue from the subterra-
nean recesses of the
Causses, and plunge into
the river from a height of
eight or ten met!
While the new boat is
being prepared and tin-
luggage transhipped, it is
worth while to wander up
the one street of sleeping
St. Chely and to penetrate
to the grotto whence
gushes out one of the cascades.
The vertical rocks on either hand now
approach more closely. There is here no foot-
path by the river-edge, for the limpid water
bathes the foot of the precipice. In one deep
pool hereabouts the Tarn attains its greatest
depth — sixty feet. The water is like a block of
emerald. So clear and pure is it and so white
the pebbly bed that the rays of light play extra-
ordinary tricks. A stick plunged into the river
seems like a bar of silver. A few sure stroke-,
of the punt-pole carry the boat into one of the
most impressive parts of the river, the great rocky
defile known as the Detroit. Cliffs rising to the
height of hundreds of feet hang their huge massi s
over the water, so that the boat seems about to
penetrate into a tunnel. The silence is pro-
found, and if this be broken by a blast upon
the boatman's shell the long-drawn note st<
along the rocky walls until it dies in gentle
echoes too delicate for the ear to receive. In
the middle of the Detroit the great body of the
water swings seaward with an imperceptible
current, but along the face of the rocks it
swirls and boils with much foamy efl
and boisterous noise. The boatmen mat
their craft with admirable addn
current takes it and carries it swiftly t
the rocky wall. It looks dangerous. Noth
it would seem, could avert a smart collision that
must crack the planks of the punt and let the
green water come flooding in. But with 1
quick thrust of the punt-pol<
the crisis is past ; the boat off at an ai
to be seized in another swirling eddy and dance
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lightly down a rapid, whose curling waves pound
the stout sides of the punt and fling their foam-
ing crests over its side. The Detroit ends
suddenly and the aspect changes. The banks
fall back and are crowded with fantastic rocks,
christened with names like " The Lady with the
Umbrella" and "The Monk." One or two
mean villages find a resting-place upon the more
level ground, and presently the boat floats into
the middle of a vast semicircle of stupendous
cliffs. It is the Cirque des Baumes, and the
last stage but one in the descent.
Presently the rapids become fewer, the
malachite stream resumes its gentle flow, and
in front is seen the stone bridge of Le Rozier,
overthrown, like all the others, in the great inun-
dation of 1900, and patched into usefulness
again with iron girders. The Tarn still flows
through a quite imposing gorge ; but the great
nose of rock dominating the hotel on the left
bank is the last proud outpost of the Causse
Mejean. A few hundred yards beyond, the Jonte
flows out of an adjacent valley to mingle its
waters with those of the Tarn at the quaintly-
placed town of Peyreleau, and the augmented
river flows on through beautiful, open country
to Millau, thence in a sinuous westerly course to
its confluence with the Garonne near Moissac.
Sitting placidly on the terrace of the hotel at
Le Rozier, and recalling the wonders of the few
previous days, I felt myself the spoilt child of
the picturesque. Yet there awaited me fresh
discoveries not less interesting than the beauties
of the Tarn. I wandered back again at leisure
and on foot up the length of the canyon, linger-
ing in many places, often climbing the cliffs on
either hand ; and thus came a second time to
St. Enimie and my sleeping motor. With a turn
of the starting handle I was away, and flying
swiftly up the steep zigzags that lead to the
Causse Mejean, to drop down later upon the
curious little town of Meyrueis, on the Jonte.
From Meyrueis I explored the vast cave of Dar-
gilan, wandering for a long day by candlelight
through its fairy stalactite halls, and clambering
hundreds of feet up and down its intricate
passages. From Meyrueis, too, I threaded the
exquisite ravine of the Jonte, ran out into the
open country as far as busy Millau, and plunged
back again into the Causses by the poetic valley
of the Dourbie, to explore from La Roque Ste.
Marguerite the strange rock city of Montpellier-le-
Vieux, crowning the steep escarpment of the
Causse Noir. Beyond Meyrueis I turned my back
upon the Causses, to penetrate by interminable,
solitary roads, running high over open and deso-
late country, into the forest of Aigoual, where is
the curious underground river of Bramabiau
(" bellowing ox ") ; and thence by a wild moun-
tain road — long, steep, and marvellously twisted
—swooped down at length from the heights
upon Le Vigan and Romrn Nimes, where,
among the jangling tramways and the garish
electric light and the clatter of cafes, my recent
wanderings in the upland deserts seemed remote
as an excursion into dreamland.
Frpm a]
AFTER THE DAY'S WORK — A PICTURESQUE SCENE AT MEYRUEIS,
[Phfftg.
Suardmq a Jlailroad m the " Bandit Belt/'
By William M.vcLeod Raine.
For years train robbery has been a lucrative and flourishing industry in the United States, and of
late "hold-ups" have occurred with alarming frequency. Recently, however, the Union Pacific
Railroad resolved to exterminate the outlaws who systematically preyed upon its trains, and the plan
adopted is likely to have far-reaching results. Mr. Raine describes the way in which the Union
Pacific " bandit belt " is now safeguarded.
OT long ago train robbery was a
lucrative profession in the Western
States of America. To-day it is on
its last legs. Several factors have
contributed to this desirable result.
The extension of the long-distance telephone to
the ranch lands, following hard upon the heels
of the settlement of the cow country, was the
first set-back to the flourishing industry. Now
the Union Pacific Railroad has put another
stumbling-block in the way of the outlaw. It
was not enough that the whereabouts of the
escaping desperadoes could be telephoned from
point to point ahead of them, which necessitated
their confining operations to the wilder parts
of the country. The Union Pacific had a plan
to put them out of business altogether, and
the fiat has gone forth from head-quarters that
the organized bands of train robbers which have
been operating in the " bandit belts " are to be
exterminated.
The territory of the different " bandit belts "
throughout the western half of the United
States has for a long time been clearly defined.
One stretches across Texas to Arizona, along the
Southern Pacific line ; another zigzags through
the Colorado Mountains to the country about
the well-known Robbers' Roost. A third — and
the most dangerous of all — belts Wyoming in
the rough cow district, where lies the notorious
Hole-in-the-Wall country. Here, among the
Teton Mountains, far from the reach of the
long arm of the law, there lurked for many
years a nomadic population composed of cattle
rustlers, highwaymen, and fugitives from justice.
The district was a natural fortification, and
every settler in it had a grudge against the law.
Here desperadoes were safe from a sheriffs
posse ; the wings of the wind whispered the
approach of officers, and long before the
emissaries of justice had reached the spot
their quarry had fled.
The Hole-in-the-Wall is a valley situated in
the western part of Natrona County, Wyoming.
It lies among the foothills south-east of the
Big Horn Mountains. The nearest railroad
point is more than a hundred miles away.
Casper, 'Cody, and Rawlins are the nearest
towns, and these are about one hundred and
fifty miles distant. Circled by inaccessible
mountains, inhabited by desperate cut-throats,
and situate beyond the utmost rim of civilization,
for long the Hole-in-the-Wall was a safe haven
for the flotsam and jetsam of Western crime.
It was from this place that the famous
"Butch" Cassidy gang sallied forth at intervals
to hold up trains, dynamite banks, and rob
stages. After each lawless outrage the desper-
adoes, hotly pursued by posses of officials,
dashed back toward their mountain fastnesses.
Here, once hidden in the impenetrable caves,
they were secure from arrest.
This gang formed a veritable trust in out-
lawry, but slowly and surely the forces of the
law have exacted payment from them for their
misdeeds. Out of all the desperate dozen
fearless men who made up the band but two
are at liberty. They are "Butch" Cassidy him-
self and Harry Longbaugh, "The Sun Dance
Kid," and both of these have been forced to
leave the country. The others are either dead
or in prison.
The well-known " Black Jack " Ketchum and
his brother Sam, both as desperate ruffian
ever existed ; handsome Ben Kilpatrick, whose
dashing ways and beautiful eves made hii
favourite with women ; the Curry brothers, I
less men and lawless, both of th
Warner, Tom O'Day, David 1
Bill Carver, and others this
redoubtable band of rob them
was a dead shot and ever i ■'
naturally followed that every railroad within
reach was held up by this pr< cii
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At Wilcox, Wyoming, on June 2nd, 1899, a
Union Pacific train was stopped by half-a-dozen
armed men. They forced the engineer and
train crew to uncouple the engine and express
car from the train. Then they ran the loco-
motive down the line for a mile, blew up the
express car, and looted it. Their haul was only
three thousand dollars.
Immediately on hearing of the robbery Sheriff
Hazen, of Converse County, set out in pursuit.
It was believed that the robbers would be
headed off by the Platte River, which was in
flood, but they succeeded in swimming it on
stolen horses. Where they went Sheriff Hazen
could go, and his posse took to the water as
well. It was a close race, but Hazen won.
masked hold-ups who stopped a passenger train.
Again the mail and express car were uncoupled,
run up the line, and blown up with dynamite.
Fortunately the safe was practically empty, so
that the robbers only got thirty dollars. Joe
La Fors took up the trail at once with a posse.
For days the trail was followed, but was finally
lost in the heavy timber near the Utah line.
The bandits had disappeared somewhere in the
notorious Robbers' Roost country.
Then came energetic action at the Union
Pacific head-quarters. A body of Rangers were
keuher's rangers, the corts formed by the union pacific railroad
From a] to exterminate train-robbers. [Photo.
i
The flying robbers were forced to turn and
fight at Elk Mountain. It was a rough and
broken country, and the outlaws had the advan-
tage of knowing every inch of it. From behind
boulders and brushwood they held off the posse
— five men against two hundred. Hazen
exposed himself, and next moment reeled back
with a bullet through his heart. Darkness fell,
and the gang slipped away across the mountains
into the Hole-in-the-Wall. George Curry,
Harvey Logan, and Bob Lee were all known to
be in this affair.
Then came another daring train robbery on
the Union Pacific line. At Tipton, Wyoming,
on August 29th, 1900, Harvey Logan, George
Kilpatrick, and " Bill " Cruzan headed the
organized to defend the line, under the command
of Tim Keliher. From that day to this travelling
thiough the "bandit belt " on the Union Pacific
line, so far as robbers go, has been as safe as
taking a journey from London to Liverpool.
Every train carries with it one or more armed
guards. They ride on the engine, in the
baggage car, on the day coaches, or in the
sleepers, being instructed not to stay always at
one point of the train. Any gang of bandits
attacking a Union Pacific train now will know it
has to reckon on a stiff fight, for not only is each
train guarded, but somewhere up or down the
line is the patrol body of Rangers, ready to be
shipped to the danger-zone as fast as steam can
carry them.
GUARDING A RAILROAD IN THE "BANDIT BELT."
393
Through the Hole-in-the-Wall runs a tele-
phone line, which has made it untenable for the
outlaws, and Robbers' Roost will soon be no
safer. The organization of Keliher's Rangers is
the beginning of the end. Other railroads will
follow the example of the enterprising " U.P."
and take similar precautions for the safety of
their express cars and passengers.
At Parachute, Colorado, the " Butch " Cassidy
gang recently gave evidence of its continued
activity. On June 7th, 1904, a train was held
up, but no booty secured. An untiring pursuit
was instituted and the robbers were run down
near Rifle, Colorado. In the fusillade that
followed the outlaw leader was badly wounded.
He was heard to shout to his comrades,
" Don't wait for me, boys. I'm all in. Good-
bye." Next moment he sent a bullet through
his own brain. The notorious " Kid " Curry
had gone to his last account. The other men
escaped for the time, but this attempt marks
nearly the close of what was once a very flour-
ishing industry.
The personnel of Tim Keliher's Rangers
inaugurated his acceptance of the position by
breaking up at once an organized band of train
employes who were preying on the company
and robbing it of thousands of dollars. Four
of these employes went to prison, ten of them
were confined in the county gaol and I'm. d,
twenty of them lost their positions. Keliher
was a much-hated man, but he went on quietly
with his work.
The rest of the Ranger company are as note-
worthy as their chief. Joe La Fors is a deputy
United States marshal and cattle detective
known all over the West. He it was who
brought to justice the notorious Tom Horn,
who was hanged at Cheyenne for killing settle] s
at so much per head for the big cattle com-
panies. La Fors, Tom Meggeson, and Pal
Lawson are among the best trailers in the
country. Indeed, Keliher says that La Fors
can follow a trail at a hand-gallop. Flink was
sheriff of Buffalo County, Nevada. George
Hiatt is an ex-deputy sheriff; and Jeff Carr has
been a' law officer at Cheyenne ever since the
town was a frontier cattle camp. All of them
are dead shots and " as game as wild cats."
At Cheyenne may be found the head-quarters
of the Rangers. At this place their specially-
i'rom a\
THE HOUSES IN THEEK SPECIAL CAK,
practically ensures the efficiency of the corps.
First there is Tim Keliher himself, a big man,
weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, who
;s nevertheless as lithe and sinewy as a cat. He
is modest to an unusual degree, but is as brave
as a lion. Keliher is the chief of the Wyoming
branch of the Union Pacific secret service. He
Vol. xiv. -50.
fitted car is kept when it is not on the p
In point of fact, it is nothing m< re
baggage car prepared to accommodate them.
Intone end of it stand the horses, while at the
other is accommodation for the men. A number
of folding cots, a score of blankets, half-a-d<
cow-punchers' saddles, a pack-saddle, a rack
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arms, some canteens, a tin stove, and a pantry
are all packed into this narrow compass. This
pantry contains such necessaries as coffee,
bacon, flour, canned goods, and salt. Some-
times, while on the trail, the Rangers kill a cow
and cook it on their camp fires. Of course,
these cots and other impedimenta are not
carried while actually following outlaws. Then
the men travel as light as possible, their heaviest
baggage being the arsenal of weapons which
each one has with him.
Chief Keliher keeps in close touch with all
The district which is patrolled lies between
Medicine Bow, one hundred miles west of
Cheyenne, and Green River, Wyoming. It
covers about one hundred and fifty miles of
broken rock country, which is very little known
and sparsely settled. Here the line swings
through the bad lands about Point of Rocks,
Wamsutter, Fort Steele, and Red Desert. If
the day is clear enough the mountains surround-
ing the Hole-in-the-Wall may be seen in the
distance. The worst parts of the line are, of
course, patrolled most. Red Desert is a sheep-
J
THE RANGERS ON THE WAY TO THE SCENE OF A " HOLD-UP.'
From a Photo.
his men, and can, within thirty minutes of the
time of receiving a wire, get his car under way
for the scene of the hold-up. A special engine
stands ready in the yards at Cheyenne. The
men are summoned, the horses are hurried
from their stable up the gang-plank, and into
the night goes steaming the Rangers' special,
with a clear right of way over every train on the
track. Within six hours they can be at any
point of attack within the " bandit belt." Sup-
pose a train to be attacked at midnight. By
daybreak Joe La Fors and Meggeson will be
following the trail with eagle eyes.
The horses also are picked out of a hundred
candidates. They are native Westerners like
their riders, and each of them is as tireless as
its master. Strong-legged and wiry, they never
look for the end of the road.
grazing country, and is not used by the herders
in summer. Riding swiftly across this desert, a
band of train robbers could reach the railroad
without being detected. It is to forestall this
that the Rangers ride the line.
Both men and horses are kept in constant
requisition to patrol the line and watch for
suspicious characters. Occasionally the car is
sent out to Medicine Bow or Point of Rocks as
the case may be. Here the Rangers and their
horses are unloaded. They ride along the line,
watching for suspicious characters of whom they
may have heard. Meanwhile their special
follows a parallel course, keeping in touch with
the men and picking them up at any point
agreed upon. At no time do the men get more
than a mile or two from their wheeled base of
supplies, unless they are on an actual chase.
GUARDING A RAILROAD IN THE "BANDIT BE! I.
imm,*r
F.I\H"nn/ni/.
HORSES AND MEN ENTRAINING. WITHIN THIRTY MINUTES OF RECEIVING INFORMATION THE RANGERS' CAR I> ON' ITS
From a] way to the locality indicated. {Plioto.
Every man bristles like an arsenal. Each
one carries a thirty-forty smokeless repeating
Winchester, which fires the same cartridge as a
Krag-Jorgenson army rifle. He is farther
equipped with a pair of forty-four Colt's
revolvers, and a hundred rounds of ammunition
in his belt.
" I would back my men against any shots in
the country," said Keliher, with evident pride.
" They are all crack shots. Of course, they
might be beaten at target-shooting, but give
them a man at five hundred yards and they
simply can't be surpassed. There isn't an outfit
like them in the land."
But though Keliher grows fluent when talking
about his men, he has not a word to say about
himself if he can help it.
" Oh, tell your readers about the men," he
says. "They have all got better records than
myself."
Not long since, while the Rangers were riding
the line, word came to Cheyenne that an
attack had been made by bandits at Wilkin's
pump-house. Frank Utley, the night pump-
man at that station, had been wounded by
robbers, who had thrown a switch to derail a
train. Utley, however, had pluckily stuck to his
post and driven away the robbers. Thus the
report came to Cheyenne, and within thirty
minutes the Rangers' special was tearing through
the black night past side-tracked mail trains and
expresses. Within a few hours the scouts were
on the ground and the trail was being examined.
It did not take the skilled searchers long to
discover that there was something wrong.
There were no tracks of fleeing bandits to be
found.
The pump-man, Utley, seeking for ch<
notoriety, had broken the switch himself, and
also shot himself in the arm! Cross-examined
by Keliher, he confessed as much.
But the attack might have been a genuine
one, and the promptness with which the Kan
reached the scene of action from Cheyenne,
which is nearly three hundred miles away, will
make bandits hesitate at attacking a line guarded
by Tim Keliher's Rangers. It may be set down
as an accomplished fact, therefore, that the
solution of the train-robber problem has I
reached. For no outlaws, however foolhardy,
would be likely to attack when the certaim
capture or death confronted them.
o
/JtfhurP, h //i/er.
From a Photo, by S. H. Parson.
A curious story told by a veteran whaler. How the whaling-crew went in search of a whale they
had killed, only to find the carcass in possession of a dozen ferocious Polar bears ! The battle-
royal that ensued was a most exciting affair.
ww£<
N the pursuit of the arduous calling
of Arctic whaling the crews of
whaling-ships are often called upon to
face extraordinary hazards. Seldom,
however, after killing their whale, are
they obliged to wrest their booty from a troop
of ravenous Polar bears, angrily disputing
possession of their prize. The thrilling story of
such an unparalleled encounter was narrated to
me under the following circumstances.
It was a lovely evening in June when we
swung clear of Port-aux-Basques Harbour and,
catching a light land breeze, steered northwards
towards the coasts of Labrador. Our craft was
a smart Nova Scotia-built schooner of about a
hundred and fifty tons, and our crew were picked
from a settlement of the nearest modern repre-
sentatives of the old Norsemen — the sturdy
fishing folk of the iron-bound coasts of New-
foundland. I was peculiarly attracted by the first
mate, Harry Jewer, a man still in the prime of
life, with hard-bitten, weather-roughened features,
yet with a merry twinkle in his eye that bespoke
a happy Hibernian temperament and a capacity
for facing with equal cheerfulness the sunshine
and the storm of an adventurous career. His
face was tanned like leather with being so often
set against the blinding glare of sunshine from
illimitable glistening fields of drifting ice, and
deeply scarred and seamed by repeated
scourgings of fierce winds armed with stinging
ice fragments, which smite like the knotted
cords of cruel whips.
• Notwithstanding this hard and perilous mode
of life his character had been fashioned into a
hearty admiration of the awful beauty, grandeur,
and terror of the great Arctic solitude. Pike
many others of his class he was captivated by
the fascinating glamour which the Arctic casts
like a spell upon those who have once
penetrated its mysteries. An opportunity came
to listen to the tale of his varied exploits when
suddenly one afternoon the wind grew light, and
we ran into a heavy smoke-like bank of grey fog
which obscured all around us. When at length
we emerged there was no breath of wind. The
sun beat down on a sea motionless and
becalmed.
At this moment, to my great delight, Harry,
pulling at his blackened clay pipe, tainting the
balmy sea air with pungent odours, seated him-
self at my side and told me the following tale of
a strange adventure that befell him in the Far
North :—
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It was in Lancaster Sound, on board the good
sh\pAurora, that I found myself in the summer
of 1896. We were after "right" whales, and
had already taken five on this voyage. While
nearly all our casks were full to bursting with oil,
we had room to stow away the blubber of yet
another carcass. This the crew were anxious
to accomplish as speedily as possible, for after a
nightless period the sun was now beginning to
dip each day below the horizon for a few hours
at a stretch, and cool fitful north-westers were
giving warning of the approach of winter. If
only we could secure our booty and turn our
course to the south, "with the Newfoundland
girls pulling at the tow-rope," as the saying is in
the fo'c's'le, everyone would be happy. For
although the seafarer, wherever you find him,
cannot remain content ashore for long, one of the
greatest of all the pleasures of his calling is the
return home with a pocket full of coin after a
successful voyage.
A good Greenland or Arctic "right " whale is
sum to his credit, what with wages and his share
of the " bounty," as the men's narrow percentage
of interest in the net profits is termed.
" There she blows ! " All hearts fairly throbbc 1
for joy as the look-out from the " crow's-nest "
cheerily shouted the glad news of an enorrn
" right " whale sighted against the sun in the
offing. Blithely the ropes sang out through the
tackle-blocks while the men took their places,
and as the little flotilla of boats darted away
with alacrity from the black sides of the great
ship, like so many arrows shot from a bow, .1
strange gleam came into the men's eyes, and
their bronzed faces relaxed in a smile as if they
already anticipated their triumph.
They made towards a spot where at intervals
of from ten to fifteen minutes a white column ol
spray was seen to shoot high in the air from the
extremity of a black rolling mass which glitt'
in the sun's rays like wet indiarubber. My boat
led, and all hands gave me a cheer when I
threw the harpoon, which with a heavy thud
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"ALL HANDS GAVE ME A CHEER WHEN I THREW THE HARPOON."
worth a lot of money. " Right " whales are those
producing whalebone, and a good specimen is
worth at least six hundred to seven hundred
pounds. There are other large whales which
we let alone— the " finners " or rorquals, and even
the giant "blue whales," as the biggest ot them
are not worth one-tenth part the value of the
"right" whale. Of late these valuable prizes,
as well as the ." sperm " whale, are getting scarce,
but in those days they were abundant. Each
man was sure to come home with a snug little
embedded itself deeply behind the huge cen
fin of the mighty whale. Those were the '
old days" of whaling, before the craft was made
comparatively easy by modern methods ; b<
the days of the fast steamship armed with the
latal " harpoon gun."
After the stroke the whale suddenly I
away from the boats, sent up an enormous jet
of water and blood some twenty feet in the air,
lashed the water into foam with a terrible
flurry of his gigantic tail, and then suddenly
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dipped beneath the surface of the ocean. To
such a vast depth did he plunge in his agony of
pain and fright that two boats were compelled
to join their lines to ours ; and three times he
dived, staying under nearly twenty minutes on
each occasion, before we could get near enough
to lance him in a vital part. Unfortunately, as
he sped away he drew on the boats towards a
large field of ice known to be in the v cinity
before it was actually sighted, because of the
extraordinary coldness pervading the atmo-
•sphere.
As the custom is with a wounded whale, he
made to get under the ice in hot haste. The
no longer follow him beyond the edge of
the ice-field, the order was reluctantly given
to cut the line, abandon the prize, and return
to the ship. Very keen was the disappointment
of the men. Here was a fine whale "gone to
the deuce " ! Gone too, cut clean away from the
grasp of the men, was half a ton of good whale-
bone. However, there was a feeling pervading
the fo'c's'le all that evening that I would not
yet give up, but would organize a search party,
and each man hoped that he might be one of
those chosen to go out to try and retrieve the
lost booty.
On the morning following, after thinking the
HARRY JEWER,
From a]
OF NEWFOUNDLAND, WHO RELATED
THE AUTHOR.
EXPERIENCES TO
[Photo.
only chance for success was to finish him before
he disappeared beneath the floe. He would have
to come up once more to breathe before he could
dive beneath the ice-floor, and we got ready to
dispatch him. Soon the line began to grow
slack, and up, up he came with startling speed.
For a few minutes there was an awful flurry on
the surface, while our boat became entirely
obscured by the flying spume. The creature
had been pierced with lances until the water
was reddened with blood, yet so padded with
fat was he after his summer's gorging on
herrings that the lances failed to reach a
vital organ. To our great chagrin he dived
under the ice, and, as the boats could now
matter over, I decided that the whale must be
dead, as the lances had been driven well home,
and had drawn so much blood. Thereupon I
picked out six of the best men on board to help
me hunt for the carcass. Two rifles were stowed
in the boat, and enough biscuit to last the seven
of us for a couple of days.
All day the men rowed hard, while I swept
the sea with my glasses. The vast ice-floe had
slowly drifted southward, and it was a long time
ere we came up with it, which we did towards
nightfall. In the clear water behind its wake
we made out an island of black rock fringed
with a wide tawny sand beach, and soon we
sighted something unusual on a yellow bar that
A BATTLE WITH POLAR B£ARS.
399
ran far out from the island among the beating
waves. Presently, to our great joy, it revealed
itself as the stranded body of the dead whale.
The men were delighted at the prospect of
recovering the valuable whalebone, for here was
prize enough even if it became necessary to
abandon the blubber.
That night we camped in a sheltered cove of
the island, and needed no rocking, for we were
tired out after our long pull. What was our
astonishment next morning when we found our
prize in possession of a company of Polar bears !
sand-spit where lay the stranded body of the
whale. The feeding bears had apparently scented
battle from afar, for two of th k to
the water and swam far out towards tin- boat
These became an easy prey, for they v.
dispatched while swimming alongside ; hut there-
still remained ten, and of these ten, h
indeed formidable monsters. Seeing the
of their companions, the remainder of those
which had entered the water returned to
beach. Live lined up in front of the whal
the other five, including the two shi with
WE FOUND OUR PRIZE IN THE POSSESSION OK A COMPANY OF POLAR BEARS.
There were a round dozen of them — not to
speak of a couple of yearling cubs which kept
close to their dams — all fighting, snarling, and
tearing at the flesh of the whale. It was evident
that a pitched battle would be necessary to
decide whether the carcass belonged to us who
had killed the whale or to the bears who were
now in full possession. Bigger than grizzlies, at
times rearing to their full height as dancing
bears are trained to do, the monsters before us
bore out the reputation of Lancaster Sound for
its extremely large breed of bears, noted for
their ravenous propensities and extreme daring
and ferocity.
It was at the ebb of the tide— dead low water
— when we decided to make our attack. The
boat was brought round and headed towards the
their cubs, fell to the rear of the carcass-
exactly like a fighting corps held in reserve.
The receding title had left a broad border of
shelving sand, so that when our party landed
we were still some sixty yards from the front
squad of bears.
A trusted shot at one end of the line and
nivself at the other were armed each with a
rifle and had fifty round* of ball cat
between us. The other men ■■ [uipped
with long whalers' lances. I opened the conflict
by dropping on my right knee and tal<
deliberate aim at th -t 'near. I
moment's pause. Then came the sharp report
of the rifle followed by an ai r. and
through the smoke the bear, only slightly
wounded, made a rush at us. The spear-men
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promptly fell back, but the other rifleman knelt
down with great coolness and discharged his
gun at the furious animal. Again, however, the
wound was not fatal. Springing to his feet the
man made a lunge at the infuriated bear with
his empty gun, but with a swift blow the great
brute sent the rifle flying in the air, and with
another laid low the unfortunate sailor. The
fore-paws of the bear were laid on the shoulders
of the prostrate man and the hind feet were
being brought to bear with repeated efforts to
rip his tough tarpaulin-jacket, when, carried
away by my excitement, I rushed up and, with
monsters in the front rank did not seem much
inclined to take the aggressive.
All wild beasts, however, w'll usually forget
their fear of man on three occasions : at mating
time, when their young are in danger, and when
their food is threatened. There was nothing for
it, therefore, but to keep blazing away at the
front guard until all were wounded. Finally, I
ordered an advance of my little force, whereupon
the disconcerted animals suddenly broke and
fled, carrying away the rear line in their retreat.
The bears were utterly routed.
We were now kept busy for hours in skinning
HHH
r, I RUSHED UP.'
the muzzle of my gun held almost at the ear of
the savage beast, literally blew its head to frag-
ments. Unmindful of a few hurts and a stream
of blood trickling from his face and neck, the
fallen man, to our amazement, jumped to his
feet and, apparently half-crazed by his recent
mauling, performed something very like a war-
dance on the dead body of his late assailant.
The bears now appeared to be somewhat
cowed by the death of their comrades. The
reserve line was weakened by the desertion of
the two she-bears with their cubs, and the four
the slain bears and in cutting out the whalebone
from the jaws of the prize. Then, well satisfied
with our work, we loaded down the boat with
our spoils and proceeded on our way to rejoin
the ship. But our perils were not yet over. A
breeze sprang up which rapidly developed into a
gale, accompanied by blinding sleet and snow
showers, until our position grew hazardous in
the extreme. Great white-capped waves broke
over the heavy-laden boat, and we were kept
incessantly occupied baling out the water.
Nevertheless we rowed on doggedly for hours,
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401
until at length our wrists grew swollen, and
it really seemed as if out of the peril of the
bears we had rushed into a greater danger still.
Fainter and fainter grew our hopes of safety, as
the gale rose and the billows rushed past madly,
driven to fury by •
the scourging
blasts.
Suddenly,
through a rift in
the driving storm-
clouds the awful
form of a tower-
ing iceberg was
seen, rearing its
glistening columns
against the dull
greyness of the
snow -darkened
sky. The weather-
side of the iceberg
received the full
shock of the long,
grey-green rollers
as they swung up
and broke again
and again over
its shelving icy
strand, while the
steep lee-side,
sinking sheer into
the ocean depths,
kept the water
there as calm as
some landlocked
harbour. Quickly
we seized the
proffered oppor-
tunity. By hercu-
lean efforts the
boat was brought
up against the
full force of opposing wind and tide, and
safely steered to the lee-side of the iceberg.
Then the ice-anchor was got out and she
was made fast to the giant berg. The next
danger which confronted us was that in the
long wait we might perish of cold. There
was coffee aboard and fresh water, but how
were we to manage for fuel and cooking
utensils ? I thought for a moment, and then
ordered the men to pare off wood shavings
from the thwarts, flooring, and gunwale of
" THE BOAT WAS STEERED TO THE LEE-SIDE OK THE ICEBEKG.
the boat until we coll
of fuel. For we ;
bottom of a large kettle, 1 i],-r
one over the fire. Soon ■
round a draught of straining ho
w o n (1 er f u 1 1 v
•> u r
>pints. This
■ ' repeated tow
the break of d
Thi n the st<
gradually sub-
sided, and
knew that the
danger was over.
Once more we
steered our cc
to the ship, and
finally arrived
safely with the rich
prize of whalebone
which had cost us
so much labour
and peril.
Some of the
rest of the crew
were anxious to
be allowed to
visit the derelict
carcass for another
bear-hunt, but the
[) t a i n w a s
known to hold
white bears in
high respect, and
it surprised no-
body when he
announced his
immediate inten-
tion of proceeding
homewards.
And so the ship's
course was set towards the Straits of Belleisle,
where, like a jagged tooth gnawing at the
Arctic current, the Island ol Newfoundland
rears its rocky bastions out of the cold, ice-
laden seas.
' The snow-white skin of one of the
of the bears now decorates the little front
parlour of my cabin, and furnishes an
for a frequent revival of the stow of the
battle between a boat's crew and
bears.
Vol
3i
My Experiences at "King Solomons Mines."
By R. N. Hall, F.R.G.S.
During the last two years the author has been investigating the mysterious buried city of Great
Zimbabwe in Mashonaland, the home of Mr. Rider Haggard's " She." For centuries this remarkable
place was entirely lost sight of, but recent discoveries tend to show that the Great Zimbabwe,
with its three-thousand-year-old ruins, may possibly be the site of the golden Ophir of King
Solomon. Mr. Hall illustrates his interesting narrative — specially written for " The Wide World
Magazine" — with some striking photographs of the wonderful buildings brought to light in the
course of his investigations.
I.
EYOND the farthest outposts of
civilization, situate in the wilds of
South-East Africa two hundred and
fifty miles inland, west of the ancient
port of Sofala, on the shore of the
Indian Ocean, lies a region of mystery and
romance. This territory is inhabited by a
teeming population of the Makalanga, or
" People of the Sun," a race peculiar among
South African peoples on account of possessing
lighter, skins and greater intelligence, and
practising distinctly Jewish customs.
At the Great Zimbabwe are the ruined
remains of ancient Phallic temples and forts,
and a buried city of vast extent, the oldest
portions being believed to have been built more
than three thousand years ago.
This dead city- — the site of which is shown in
my first photograph — was evidently the capital
town of those ancients who mined so exten-
sively and so successfully for gold throughout
the country lying between the Zambesi and
Crocodile rivers, an area of at least one hundred
and fifteen thousand square miles.
The writer resided at Zimbabwe for over two
years while exploring these ruins, which repre-
sent the civilization of a bygone age, the very
existence of which the world had, until 1866,
entirely forgotten. These are the ruins of the
"dead city" mentioned in Rider Haggard's "She."
THE SITE OF THE MYSTERIOUS BURIED CITY,
[P/ioto.
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MY EXPERIENCES AT "KING SOLOMONS MINES."
these ruins pre
The existence of these
ancient monumental remains
so far inland from the coast
was at first considered by
scientists as dubious, if not
impossible. But fact is very
often stranger than fiction,
and to-day these old-world
ruins are recognised by many
leading authorities as belong-
ing to the world-power empire
of the Saba of South Arabia
— that " Sheba " which, ac-
cording to the Scriptures and
other ancient authorities, sup-
plied vast quantities of gold
to the then-known world be-
fore, during, and after the
time of King Solomon.
Amid these wonderful pre-
historic remains, so strangely
fascinating to those who visit
Zimbabwe, is situated Havi-
lah Camp, seen in the follow-
ing photograph. I gave it
this name after the Havilah
of Genesis, which mentions
" Havilah, where there is
gold . . . and the gold
good."
At Havilah Camp the writer led for over two
years a lonely life — striving, if possible, to dis-
cover the key for the solution of the enigma
THE AU'I'HOK, MR. K. N. HAI.I., F.R.G.S., WHO FOR
THE LAST TWO YEARS HAS BEEN INVESTIGATING
THE BURIED CITY OF GREAT ZIMBABWE.
Prom a Photo by Lafayette.
of that land is
which
sent'
It was a life of complete
reparation hum civilizatii n,
in the heart of a madding
crowd of Makalanga. At
times I only saw a white
face once in three months.
Iii the way of food I sub
sisted mainly on 1) uck,
guinea - fowl, and bu itard,
and an occasional sheep 01
goat. The camp was
literally at " the back of
beyond."
But isolation may have
its compensations, and, de-
spite its many inconveni-
ences and daily alarms and
the constant dangers from
lurking beast or insidious
fevers which rise from the
ten -foot grass in the Zim-
babwe valleys, I have the
satisfaction of realizing that
by my prolonged stay at this
strange dead city the cause
of scientific research into tin-
mystery of these most interesting ruins maj
have been considerably advanced.
Havilah Camp is an ideal spot for the poet
and painter and lover of romance. Perched on
a rocky granite knoll, its native huts command a
Prom a J HAVILAH CAMP, THE AUTHORS HEAD-QUARTERS, SHOWING I'HI
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magnificent view of the ruined city amid which
the camp is situated. It lies half-way between
the old Phallic temple on the plain and the
Acropolis ruins on Zimbabwe Hill, which latter,
with its cliff passages and caves, was the residence
of Rider Haggard's " She." From the camp can
be seen the chaotic and partially-buried "Valley
of Ruins," extending for a mile towards the east,
where the two bald and black rounded hills
known as " Sheba's Breasts" form the sky-lined
background of the view.
Here some fifty naked Makalanga labourers
employed on the excavation work, all as
voluble as parrots, are indulging in conversation
at the tops of their
voices. Happy as
the day is long,
bursting with keen
humour, these
" People of the
Sun " dance and
sing, yell and
caterwaul, like
bo,s let out of
school. But at a
word from their
baba they are as
quiet as the
meekest of chil-
dren. Havilah
Camp is the
noisiest place out-
side Bedlam when
the " boys " are in
residence.
Taking the
" boys " altogether
they are a fine
type of humanity.
At least ten of
them are six feet
in height, and a
few even over.
Holding them-
selves well up, they
are as straight as
arrows and athletic
in :orm,and though
not possessing a
superabundance of flesh they are well-shaped
and pleasant-faced, while many are decidedly
handsome.
These " boys " when working will in a day
do about as much work as a quarter of the same
number of English labourers. They are in-
clined to be industrious when the baba (master)
is in sight, but they immediately drop down on
their haunches with knees up the moment his
back is turned. This is a moral certainty.
A MASSIVE WALL BUII.T ON
From a
Then singing ceases, for when at work they are
always singing. Any excuse for a passing
diversion is immediately seized upon. On a
shout of " Inyoga I " (snake) they drop their
tools at once, seize their knobkerries, and jump
into the jungle, heedless for the time being of
thorns and creepers. In respect of snakes they
are certainly not cowards. Inside the bush a
perfect pandemonium is going on, which never
ceases till the snake, generally a python or a
black mamba, has either been slain or has
escaped into some pile of ancient blocks.
One day, after a brief absence from the
temple, I found that about forty women and
girls from the
neighbouring vil-
lage had arrived
in the temple to
watch their sons,
brot hers, and
s wee thearts at
work. This they
frequently do.
The " boys " on
this occasion, be-
lieving the baba
to be farther
off than he
really was, were
chasing the dusky
Cleopatras up
and down the
parallel pas-
sages, in and out
of the inner
enclosures, and
dodging them
round the base
of the sacred
tower.
One burly Juno-
esque lady was
having a most
deli rious and
frantic ride round
the temple courts
in our only wheel-
barrow, which is
an iron one. As
the barrow bumped along at full tilt against
the loose stones it would each time shake
her up terribly. The shrieking, screaming,
and laughter of the women and the yelling
of the " boys " made the temple ring with a
noise sufficient to make the priests of the
ancient Phallic cult writhe in their graves with
horror.
Then baba appeared, and in thirty seconds
these " boys " were all hard at work, with most
THE EDGE OF A PRECIPICE.
Photo.
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405
accompanied by one of his tall "
keeping an eye open for buck and guii
fowl for the pot, and in the early mi
or evenings this occupation invariably ]
vided some excitement. The hills round
Zimbabwe swarm with leopards and wild
cats, and it is dangerous to entei
on the hillsides with. ait being armed.
Leopards are frequently killed and brou
into Havilah Camp.
One day v. hen the writer was out with
two of his swarthy attendants he was push
ing his way through the ten-foot grass ol
Zimbabwe, when he saw a very fine leo-
pard basking on a rock. The animal was
lying extended on its side, but with its
head raised, to see who was approaching.
The boys saw the animal over the writer's
shoulders, and, as there was no rifle, fled,
with the baba close behind them. A knob-
kerry would have been absolutely ineffectual
for'defence.
Lions are numerous in this part of the
ONE OF THE CURIOUS SUNKEN PASSAGES IN
THE RUINS. VISITORS OFTEN GET LOST IN
THEIR LABYRINTHINE WINDINGS.
From a Photo.
pious looks on their faces, and
singing a well - known mission
hymn.
But the cooking-pots are now
emptied of rapoka porridge, and
Kumuri, the camp watchman, a
young Anak for stature, and the
arch-jokist of the crowd, sounds
the camp gong for return to work,
and immediately they are all off
to the nearest pond to wash their
teeth. This is an operation most
religiously performed and never
missed. To. hurry them back to
work before their teeth had been
cleaned would cause them to re-
gard the baba with looks of genuine
concern.
At sundown, when work is over,
the whole fifty boys will together
plunge in the pool and swim like
fishes, waking up the cliffs with
their healthy merriment.
The writer usually wandered
among the kopjes and the Sindbad-
like gorges of the neighbourhood,
THE REMAINS OF THE GREAT STAIRCAM
from a Photo.
WESTERN TEMI'LF.
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rHIi GREAT WESTERN' TEMPLE.
country, but have given no trouble at Havilah
Camp. On the Livouri Hills, six miles from
Zimbabwe, they are always to be found. The
writer has experienced no encounters with lions,
but several times he has been in their immedi-
ate vicinity. He saw on one occasion a male
lion at two hundred yards distance, but being
midday it jogged itself out of sight in the tall
grass.
African lions when seen on the prowl are
altogether different to their kinsmen at the
Zoological Gardens. When seen in their wild
state their manes are shorter and more tangled,
owing to brambles and thorns tearing them.
Quite recently lions have killed donkeys and
goats close to Zimbabwe. Once, when the writer
was taking a short stroll near the camp by him-
self, he found on his way back that lion spoor
had crossed his footmarks while he was on the
path. Lions are sometimes, but not frequently,
heard at night from the camp, barking sharply
while hunting up buck against the
wind. On some trees near Zim-
babwe are the marks of lions' claws
scratched on the wood six feet from
the ground, evidently made while
the animals were stretching
themselves and sharpening their
claws.
Baboons are a veritable nuisance
at Zimbabwe. These are huge
animals. They constantly visited
the camp at night, stealing mealie
cobs, and making hideous, wailing
noises outside the hut doors which
they have endeavoured to shake
open. These baboons live on
Zimbabwe Hill, and can often be
seen gambolling on the cliffs over-
looking the camp. So often do
they parade backward and forward
on the hill that they have made
several baboon paths.
There are trees in the valley
which show signs of having been
bent by elephants. Part of the
skeleton of a giraffe was found
close to Zimbabwe. Ostriches
occasionally visit the valley.
Crocodiles abound in the Umsha-
gashi River four miles away.
Hyaenas and jackals make hideous
noises at night.
But we must away to visit the
Acropolis ruins on Zimbabwe Hill,
some two hundred and fifty feet
above Havilah Camp, and inspect
the reputed residence of " She-
who-must-be-obeyed."
Here are both natural and built passages
running between perpendicular cliffs, and these
are so numerous, so tortuous and intricate, that
visitors have been lost in them, and have had
to be rescued by search-parties of natives. So
labyrinthine and mystifying are these ruins that
but very few of the occasional visitors to Zim-
babwe ever see the whole of them. Sunken
passages are a feature to be wondered at. A
very good specimen of one of these curious
winding ways is shown on the preceding
page.
Leaving Havilah Camp we cross the outspan
and pass through the gateway of the outspan
ruins, which formed a strongly defended
entrance through the inner defence wall sur-
rounding the base of the hill. This wall can be
traced for several hundreds of yards in either
direction. From this point the hill rises very
sharply to one hundred feet, at which level is
the base of a line of cliffs of smooth granite
[Photo.
MY EXPERIENCES AT "KING SOLOMON'S MI\
407
which rise to the height of another ninety feet.
At the base of the cliffs is a passage with side
walls, and also in some places steps. This
passage turns at several points and rises steeply,
each rocky 'vantage spot having been utilized
to secure an ascent. This passage at last termi-
nates in a fissure of the cliffs, which fissure is
about shoulders wide, and by means of this long
rock passage the cliff is scaled and the great
western temple on the hill is reached.
Looking back here one gains a view of in-
describable loveliness unmatched by any other
view in Rhodesia. In the valley below the
venerable grey
walls of the great
elliptical temple
rise out of luxuri-
antly green vege-
tation. So much
below the Acropo-
lis cliffs is this
temple that one
sees over its
broken north walls
into the interior
and on to the
floors of some of
the enclosures,
and at its eastern
end one notices
the summit of the
conical tower
peeping out from
among the giant
fig trees that
flourish in the in-
terior of the
building. At this
distance the white
monoliths along
the summit of the
eastern wall,
though dearly de-
fined against the
dark foliage, :eem
dwarfed.
In almost the
same line of view,
but slightly eastwards and nearer, is the mys-
terious " Valley of Ruins," full of complicated
buildings and intricate passages, some passages
being below the level of the ground. The general
view is bounded by £ sea of fantastically-shaped
ranges of hills, with frowning cliffs and deep
gorges flanked by immense crags of rock.
TWO MONOLITHS ON THE PLATFORM OF THE ACROPOLIS RUINS.
From a. Plioto.
At this spot, after sundown one <_••.
I heard, as I thought, the heartrendin
of one of my young men, who I believi
being strangled. Startled, I ran down a c
passage which was wrapped in sepuli hral gloom.
Finding no one there, I hurried at full sp<
along another dark alley-way, and so on down a
farther passage. Still, however, I could find
no one, although the weird wailing continued.
At last I spied a large baboon sitting on
a wall close to me, and the mystery
explained. Baboons utter < pecially in
the evening, just like those women or I
would make v.
they being
strangled.
In the soft twi-
light of a glorious
late afternoon,
when calm broods
over all, a |
found solitude and
stillness enwrap
the Acropolis
ruins. The
temple courts
empty. The tall
monoliths — two
good specimens of
which are here
depicted — 1 ik e
ghostly sentinels,
point upwards to
the sky, and the
sunlight is fading
on the massive
walls, once teem-
ing with a d<
and busy popu-
lation of Semitic
colonists of pre-
historic times.
The winding w
and buildii
with their in-
numerable evi-
dences of Phallic
worship and
tensive gold-smelting operations, ai
as the grave. The cry of a baboon or the
scream of an eagle returning to its e
high up on the cliffs of the
alone breaks the impressive sil
these great archaeological wonders of a 1<
dead past.
(To be concluded.)
THE MAJESTY OF THE LAW.
By W. G. Bissell, County Attorney, Phillipsburg, Kansas.
A quaint story from Kansas, describing the ludicrous events which happened in a little county
town one October afternoon ; the adventures that befell the mayor, the marshal, and the magistrate ;
and the ridiculous position in which all the parties were finally placed owing to the anomalous
administration of the Prohibition laws of the State.
OME five or six years ago there
occurred in a little Western Kansas
County town in which I was then
residing an extraordinary comedy-
drama, which I have attempted to
set forth in the following pages.
At the time to which I refer the destinies
of this particular village — for it was in reality
nothing more — were presided over by a mayor
of ample proportions, who was also the pro-
prietor of the local dance-hall and opera-house,
as well as a number of racehorses. He was
a man who had been a plainsman and pur-
veyor to the public thirst in the days when
Kansas was the rendezvous of the " bad man
with a gun," and his gigantic size and fierce
scowl had pulled him through many a tight
place.
The gentleman who wore the seven-pointed
star upon which were engraved the potent words,
"Town Marshal," was a little man of about
sixty, who had had the distinction of having,
alone and single-
handed, chased
the cows of a
future Speaker
of the Kansas
House of Repre-
sentatives for a
hundred odd
miles over the
prairie and at
the point of his
six-shooter com-
pelled the future
legislator to re-
deliver divers
and sundry cattle
that had in some
mysterious way
during the night-
time become
mixed with his
own bunch.
This guardian of
the peace and
quiet of the
ii. c i.)iii\
village, in addition to wearing with appropriate
dignity his star and reputation for deeds of
valour, affected long chin - whiskers and a
waggon - spoke walking - stick as additional
badges of authority ; and when police business
was dull — as it usually was — he augmented his
official income by grinding sausages in the
butcher's shop.
The judiciary of the hamlet was concentrated
in the person of a venerable Pennsylvania
Dutchman, an animated caricature of the late
President of the South African Republic, who
divided his time between the duties of his offices
as justice of the peace and police judge and
punching meal tickets in his wife's restaurant.
In addition to his other possessions the vener-
able justice had a buxom daughter, of uncertain
years and no uncertain temper, who is destined
to play a leading part in my drama.
The remaining characters are a one-eyed con-
stable, who supplemented his official income
by acting in the capacity of barkeeper in the
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A LETTEK FROM THE CLERK OF THE DISTRICT COURT, PHILLIPS COUNTY, KANSAS, CONFIRMING THE
author's STORY.
THE MAJESTY OF THE LAW.
409
Kansas substitute for a saloon (a "joint"); a
one-armed "joint" proprietor; and the humble
chronicler hereof, who was at that time acting
in the capacity of city attorney of the village.
Last, but by no means least, comes the hero,
whom, for the reason that he still resides in close
proximity to the writer, I shall designate simply
as Dick.
Dick was an ordinary Kansas farmer, so far as
appearances go, at least, standing some six feet
in his stockings, ample of girth, good natured
and jovial, and with a smile that was child-like
and bland. He was a good neighbour and a
respected citizen, and when sober a model of
propriety, but when otherwise
— well, he was somewhat
different, as this story will
show.
It was a beautiful October
afternoon. The sun hung
suspended in the heavens like
a golden globe, and the haze
of the dying summer floated
about the distant horizon like
a purple fringe. On all hands
the great fields of yellowing
corn stretched away in endless
billows until they merged into
the haze. Not a breath of
wind stirred the leaves, and
save for the drowsy hum of
the distant threshing-machines
no sound disturbed the still-
ness of the day.
In an attempt to shake the
sleep from my eyelids I arose
from my office chair and
walked out on to the pave-
ment in front of my place of
business to stretch my limbs.
Suddenly the sound of angry
voices burst upon my ears,
and I was wide awake in an
instant. From the one-storied
wooden " joint " (saloon)
across the way came sharp
oaths and imprecations, savage
shouts and blood - curdling
threats. Then I heard the sounds of rending
furniture and crashing glassware. Prompted by
some foolish notion, I ran across the street and
pulled open the screened door of the saloon.
Hardly had I done so than a beer bottle
whizzed viciously past my head and crashed
into fragments in the street beyond.
At a glance I took in the situation, and a
striking tableau it made. Sprawled beneath a
billiard table, trying hard to make himself
invisible, was a local gambler. In the middle
Vol. xiv. — 52.
of the room was the on ind
bar-keeper, struggling with the I an
obstinate revolver ; while
the south wall stood the proprietor of th<
reaching for a cue to use as a weapon. Behind
the rude pine bar at the far end ol the room
the cause of all the commotion Dick,
farmer, hatless and coatless, his shirt torn in
ribbons and his face streaked with blood. In
each hand he held a beer bottle.
Then the tableau changed to a scene ol
strenuous action. He of the one eye levelled
his revolver, whereupon Dick doublet 1 up, and
from his outstretched arm shot a bottle. Just as
l^nlfjjjLWoo^ no«f
BOTl K H'^1 IN I '"•' >'" '"' '
the constable's six-shooter lurked the fl
bottle struck him in the pit of the ichj
the triumphant veil of Hick, the howl
discomfited bar -keeper, the wishing
thud of the bottle, and the sharj the
pistol all blending into one another. 1 1
went flying in the air and ' dropped
to the floor, doubled up like a jack knife.
Crash ' Another bottle hurtled through the
and smashed into fragments upon the cue-case,
covering the franti. proprietor with broken
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glass and beer-foam. Wiping glass and beer off
his face that worthy promptly ducked through
the door, giving vent to piercing shrieks of
" Murder ! "
In the meantime the bar-keeper-constable had
recovered his footing and started for the front
door at a run. Half-way to the coveted
oosning another bottle struck him full between
che shoulders, so that he went down like
a log and Dioughed up the sawdust with his
face. Not da ring to rise, he continued to make
for the door on his hands and knees, for all the
world like a scared dog. Just" as he reached the
threshold, still in his all-fours position, a third
bottle came rushing through the air like an
eight-inch shell and struck him fairly upon the
most exposed portion of his anatomy. With a
yell of anguish the unfortunate man gave a frog-
like leap that took him clear of the side-walk
and landed him in the dust of the gutter beyond.
Then he scrambled to his feet and started up
the street like a dust-clad whirlwind, from
the midst of which came the agonizing appeal,
"Take him away ! Take him away ! "
At this stage of
the proceedings your
humble scribe made
a sudden flank
movement and
sought shelter be-
tween the buildings,
for the infuriated
Dick, seeing no more
worlds, or anything
else, to conquer or
to slay, came dash-
ing out of the build-
ing foaming and
raging like a mad-
man, shouting that
he was a wolf and
that it was his day
to howl, and making
the declaration that
he " could lick the
whole town in a
bunch."
No one appeared
to dispute his state-
ments. As he passed
up the street bellow-
ing his boasts a dis-
creet vacancy was
left before him, while
behind, at a respect-
ful distance, trailed
the population of
the town, or, to
be more exact, the
HE PASSED UP THE STREET BEU.CWING HIS BOASTS.
inhabitants of that portion of the town
which he had already traversed. * As he pro-
gressed Up the street the crowd was augmented
by practically the whole population of the
village, who followed him like small boys after
a circus elephant. Meanwhile I and the afore-
mentioned semi-invisible gambler— now some-
what recovered from his fright — had made a
detour through the alleys to the forum of justice
presided over by the animated caricature of
Mr. Kruger, where I hastily scribbled out a
complaint charging Dick with assault and
battery, and the gambler duly verified the same.
Thereupon the representative of the judiciary
of the sovereign State of Kansas wrote out a
warrant in due form and hobbled down the
alley as fast as his age and rheumatism would
permit, and located the chief of police,
quietly grinding sausages in the back room of
the butcher's shop, utterly oblivious of the fact
that a riot was in progress within the confines
of the city.
When the judge appeared the chief of police
allowed the sausage-machine to cease its grind-
ing, wiped the bits
of shredded meat
from his hands,
carefully adjusted his
glasses, and read the
document. Then he
took off and folded
his apron, picked up
his hat, and, armed
with his waggon-
spoke and the slip
of fluttering paper,
started slowly and
deliberately up the
street toward the
opera-house, before
which the crowd had
gathered at a respect-
ful distance, listen-
ing to the infuriated
Dick. He was de-
livering at the top of
his voice a lecture
upon the relative
worth of fighting-
men of the past,
present, and future,
and just as he was
explaining to his
own apparent satis-
faction that he —
Dick — was the only
original, double-
geared, nickel-plated,,
five hutidred - horse
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THE MAJESTY OF THE LAW.
4'i
power fighting-man that ever lived, I saw the old
marshal pushing his way through the crowd. As
he reached the inside of the circle of spectators
I could see from my vantage-point on the post-
office steps that his ridiculous whiskers, his hands,
and his knees were
all a-tremble. When
he drew near the
frothing giant he
gazed full at the
towering form of his
victim, and in a
melodramatic voice
exclaimed : " Dick,
consider yourself
under arrest ! State
of Kansas, county of
, city of .
To any police officer
"of said city, greeting.
Whereas "
All this time Dick
had remained silent
and motionless, with
his blinking eyes
glaring at the trem-
bling form of the
little marshal, hur-
riedly gabbling over
the warrant. All at
once he seemed to
comprehend what
was going on. Lurch-
ing forward with a
roar of fury he
grasped the repre-
sentative of law and
order by the coat-
collar and one leg,
lifted him high above
his head, and drop-
ped him down on
the other side of the spiked iron fence that
surrounded the area-way in front of the base-
ment of the dance-hall ! Twelve feet fell the
officer, into the rubbish and litter that had
accumulated below, and as the thud of his fall
came to the ears of the dumfounded crowd,
down the steps of the opera-house, with a rush,
came the gigantic mayor.
Without a moment's hesitation he threw his
arms around Dick's ample waist, just as that
worthy turned to meet the new danger. For a
moment they tugged and surged, heaved and
pitched, like two bulls with locked horns.
The mayor's head was beneath Dick's arm
and Dick had a deadly grip on him.
Presently there came a mighty surge, and with
his feet in the air and his head down the mayor
HASPED THE REPRESENTATIVE OF LAW AND ORDER HV
COAT-COLLAR AND
hang helpless in Dick's bear -
Stolidly Dick stepped across tb
area-way, and with a mighty effort lift
huge bulk of the chi< t exe< utiv< ol I
the iron spikes. Then he reli ised his hold B
started him ti
the marshal, 1
at the bottom
the Harrow
Fortune, howe\
intervened to save
the mayor, for just
as he began his
di 'in his. thick
coat caughj upon
one of the iron
spikes, his fe< t swung
over and went 1 ra
ing through the thick
plat s window
ol the dance - hall,
and, ye ling madly
for help, the ch
magistrate was left
dangling in midair,
like Mahomet's
coffin, and tli
hung until his g
wife came to his
rescue with a pair of
scissors and a step-
ladder.
Meanwhile the tri-
umphant Dick had
picked up the war-
rant lost by t he-
marshal at the time
of his inglorious exit
from the scene
the action. After
looking i! he
construed it as an
invitation to call upon the police judge in his
sanctum. He started for the seal
at a gallop, waving his arms and shoul
panic-stricken crowd opening 1" im and
(losing behind him like a pack of 1
the charge of an angry bull.
In a few moments he had re; the
restaurant, alias the justice - hall. hing
inside, Dick slapped the warrant down on
table. Then he reached o
the venerable expounder of the law I
ing whiskers, and began to amuse bin
cuffing the judicial head until il
each whack like a drum, tl
astonished magistrate, the dish
glee emitted by Dick, and the si umping
resembling the pandemonium
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Dervish orchestra in full swing. The- present
scribe, deeming that it was his duty as a prose-
cuting officer to be present in court when there
was an offender charged with crime before the
bar of justice, had hastened to the restaurant at
top speed, and together with a few other curious
citizens rushed into the room with some hazy
idea of trying to effect a rescue. But at this
critical moment a rescuer appeared, for with her
skirts held high in one hand and a large white
earthenware bowl of mashed potatoes, steaming
SHE SI.AMMED THE DISH OF HOT POTATOES FULL IN HIS FACE.
hot, poised in the other, there came rushing
through the long dining-room of the restaurant
the magistrate's buxom daughter.
Like an avenging fury she charged full at her
father's assailant, and without hesitation slammed
the dish of hot potatoes full in his face ! There-
upon your scribe and half-a-dozen other spec-
tators awoke from their trance at once and fell
upon the blinded, half scalded, and half
smothered Dick and bore him struggling to
the floor, where the magistrate's daughter
assisted by sitting on the prisoner. Presently
the marshal — who had used the step-ladder
furnished by the mayor's wife to escape from
his improvised cell — appeared with a rope, and
in a moment the struggling, writhing Dick was
trussed up like a turkey. Then the magistrate's
plucky daughter arose and, with a hysterical
cry, threw up her hands and subsided in a
dead faint.
The next morning Dick, with his face scalded
with the hot potato-poultice, with one eye closed
and a gash in his lip, and in a sad state of
general disrepair, but still defiant and unpenitent,
was led once more before
the bar of justice.
Now running a "joint"
or saloon in Kansas is a
crime prohibited by the
constitution of the State,
for officers to knowingly
allow one to be carried
on is no less one. Gaol
accommodation in our
part of the world is
notoriously bad ; also the
saloons were paying the
city two hundred thou-
sand dollars a year for the
privilege of running with-
out molestation from the
authorities.*
We knew Dick was
game and would fight the
case, and that his word
was absolutely good. All
this and much more he
hinted to us as we stood
there in the little room
before the justice. The
city attorney hemmed
and hawed, and shifted
his feet about nervously.
Finally he beckoned the
mayor, the marshal, the
saloon proprietor, and
the city fathers generally
out into the alley ; and,
last of all, the prisoner
was called to join the group. The conversa-
tion was short and to the point ; then the city
attorney edged back into the room, and with
a humble mien approached the magistrate's
desk.
" The city dismisses this case, your honour,"
he murmured.
And so the majesty of the law was vindicated.
* While this compact between the saloons and city officials is a
direct violation of law and good morals, it is nevertheless a fact
that the saloon question enters into every Kansas election — State,
local, or municipal — and in more than half the towns city officials
are holding office elected upon this very issue — that they will permit
the "joints " to run in defiance of the law on condition that a stipu-
lated sum is paid into the city treasury. — The Author.
Odds and Ends.
The Water Vine of Trinidad— A Florida "Jug Band"— A Californian Goat Farm
in the Bush, etc., etc.
-The Barber
SURVEYOR writes
from Trinidad, B.W.I. :
"The accompanying
photograph shows a
rather novel way of
obtaining water. The object held
by the men is a vine locally
known as the Kane dean (water
I have often been in-
to it for water when out
bush surveying, far from
It grows even on the
of hills and always yields a
plentiful supply of water. The
specimen shown in the photo-
graph is about the largest size to
which the vine grows, and from
it we obtained nearly a quart of
excellent drinking water."
A correspondent in Florida—
where the alligators come from
— sends us the following
photograph of the original cabin in which the
hero of the late Mrs. Harriet Beecher-Stowe's
famous novel, "Uncle Tom's Cabin," lived for
vine), and
debted
in the
any stream,
tops
1 HI
From a]
A i ! M; VINE OF TRINIDAD — I'HK SHI I SHOWN PKI
OF EX'CF.LI.ENT DRINKING WATER.
[I'/wto.
From a PJioto.
many years. "It is situated," he writes, "about
seven miles from the famous Ocklawaha
River, which swarms with alligators, and it is
pointed out to
all visitors to the
neigh bourhood.
That it is the
original cabin
which gave Mrs.
Stowe ;i name
her celebrated
honk there is
every reason to
believe. The
former home of
the author*
stands only a lew
m iles d istant,
and people w
knew her state
that she :
admitted the
wn in
the picture was
i n h e r m i n d
when she wrote
her epoch-mak-
ing romam e. '
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From time to
time we have
published in this
section, and else-
where in the
magazine, photo-
graphs of remark-
able bands. Here
is another of a
distinctly curious
kind. One of
the most familiar
sights in Florida
is the strange
"jug bands"
which are formed
in nearly every
district by negro
boys. Perhaps
the most famous
of these primitive
orchestras is the
Palatka Jug
Band, which is
composed of six
little nigger
boys, who go from hotel to hotel playing their
weird and monotonous " music." Close at
hand, the sounds which they draw from their
large stone jugs, into which they blow or whistle,
are as unlike music as could well be imagined,
but at a distance — the greater the better, say
unkind critics — the noise which they make really
sounds something like a brass band. The effect
is said to be not at all unpleasant when the
From
FLORIDA JUG BAND.
[l/ioto.
on cigarettes and
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sounds are wafted on the breeze, but the nearer
the jug band approaches the worse it gets, so
that people generally get rid of the " musicians "
as soon as' possible by giving them the small
coins of which they are in search. The jug
band, therefore, resolves itself into a kind of
musical blackmailing association. The money
collected by the urchins is invariably expended
ice-cream, the two things
which Florida negro
boys love most in the
world.
The striking photograph
next reproduced shows the
wreck of the Chinese
cruiser Hai-Tien, which
went ashore during a thick
fog- at Eagle Point, in the
Saddle Islands. The war-
ship was travelling at
twenty-two knots an hour,
and struck the rocks with
terrific force, literally leap-
ing into the air. Our
photograph was taken at
high water, but at low
tide the scene is even
more striking. A rope
bridge-
-seen on the right
A REMARKABLE VVKhCK— THE CHINESE CRUISER " HAI-TIEN," WHICH
From a] fog while travelling at full speed.
WENT ASHORE DIKING
[Photo.
—connects the vessel
with the land, and every-
thing movable is
salved.
being
ODDS AND ENDS.
-US
amusing
The photograph herewith is an
real-life parody on a well-known advertisement
A native " boy " on the West Coast of Africa is
listening for the first
time to the gramophone,
from which his master's
voice addresses him in
familiar accents. His
first expression of blank
amazement, not un-
mixed with fear, had
just been succeeded by
an expansive grin of
recognition when our
correspondent snap-
shotted him.
The goat is pro-
verbial for its ability to
thrive on the coarsest
land and find a means
of sustenance on the
most uninviting hill-
side. Angora goats
are bred and reared in
large numbers in the
ranges of California
and elsewhere in places
that are so inhospitable
as to render sheep-farm-
ing an impossibility. They are reared, tended,
and shorn of their silky hair in practically the
same manner as sheep ; but, whereas the sheep
From a]
HIS MASTER S VOICE.
before her shearers is dumb, a visit
shearing shed in full swing will
anyone that the Angora I
on the sul.
of shearing, w hi
it is at
n< eal,
ally if roughly hi
or n tally sni< k
with tin- sheai ;. II'
strenuously obj< cts to
parting with little 1
<>i his ^kiii. and •
not approve. <>i I" iijg
dragged out of 1
pens by tin- horns and
squatted on his haun-
ches upon the shear-
ing board, anil mis
no opportunity of
minding "in- of tin-
fact. Of recent years
great improvements
ha\r Ik en made in the
quality of the hei
and valuable stud ani-
mals have been freely
imported from South
Africa and Australia,
thus placing the industry on a much sounder
and more profitable basis. When at libertj
follow the bent of their own wayward whims the
from a fhoto. oy\
A FLOCK OK ANGORA GOATS ON A CALIFORNIAN HILI
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From ti\
A PRIMITIVE BARKERS shop IN THE AUS'I RAI.IAN HUSH.
goats are gregarious and roam over the mountain
sides in large mobs, their snowy fleeces contrast-
ing sharply with their sombre surroundings.
The above amusing snap-shot, sent by a
correspondent from the Australian bush, shows
a hairdresser's saloon
in the " back-blocks."
During the week
the miners and
others do not trouble
particularlyabout such
trifles as hair-cutting
and shaving ; but on
Sundays and holidays
they come in for a
"clean up," and then
the proprietor of this
primitive establish-
ment makes much
money. On one occa-
sion great inconveni-
ence was caused in the
neighbourhood by the
inconsiderate conduct
of a wandering party of
blacks, who descended
upon the saloon and
annexed the razors and
other implements, so
that for some time
Murrin Murrin had to go unshaved. The notice,
" Hair Cut Painlessly," seems to indicate either
that the barber is a humorist or else that experi-
ence has made the bushmen somewhat shy of
local talent in the hair-cutting and shaving line.
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THE NUVEL MAP-CONTENTS OF " THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE," WHICH SHOWS AT A GLANCE THE LOCALITY OF EACH AKITCLK.
AND NARRATIVE OF ADVENTURE IN THIS NUMBER.
"THE MADDENED BRUTE HURLED HIM UP INTO THE TREES."
(see page 420.)
The Wide World Magazine.
Vol. XIV.
MARCH, 1905.
Nc 83.
By F. R. Boardman, of the Egyptian Army.
Being the adventures of a small Government "patrol" which set out to visit the Niam-Niam
tribes, a savage race of cannibals living in the heart of Central Africa, in a country never before
visited by white man. Disaster dogged the expedition from the very start, and only after numerous
hairbreadth escapes did the author extricate himself and a few survivors from the clutches of
the bloodthirsty savages and get back to a British post.
FTER the occupation of Fashoda
by the Anglo-Egyptian Government
it became necessary to take over
the Bahr-el-Ghazal provinces, a vast
country of swamps, marshes, and
dense forests. After much hardship and a
little fighting this was successfully accom-
plished, with the exception of the Niam-Niam
territory, an enormous expanse of country near
the Nile - Congo watershed, inhabited by
numerous tribes of warlike cannibals.
A correspondence was opened between the
Government and Sultan Yumbio, the ruler of all
the Niam-Niam tribes in our provinces, and the
customary "salaams" were paid, after which
Yumbio expressed a wish that a patrol might
visit his country, promising them a hearty wel-
come. This patrol, consisting of the late
Armstrong Bey, in command ; myself, twenty
Soudanese soldiers, and thirty-two coolies, left
Wau, the Anglo-Egyptian station :n the Bahr-
el-Ghazal province, on New Year's Day.
Vol. xiv.— 53.
At Rumbek the coolies were exchanged and
a guide found to take us to the Niam-Niam
country. Nothing of interest occurred until
February, when we had trouble with the coolies.
The greater number of them deserted, as we
were now nearing the dreaded Niam-Niam
region, and the men feared that they would
never return. The commanding officer accord-
ingly collected all the sheiks (chiefs) of the
adjacent villages, and made each one bring a
few men as coolies to cany the presents we ■••
taking for Sultan Yumbio. When we had
sufficient porters we started off again on our
eventful journey, passing through a country
literally swarming with animal life. Almosl
every morning Armstrong Bey and myself v
out after some kind of big gan
On the morning of February 22nd we r< ached
a cosy nook on the River Merridi, and camp
Shortly after settling down one of the coolies
came in and told us th
half a mile off, and Ai Bey and I
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accordingly seized our guns and went out to try.
and get a shot. Coming in sight of- the herd
about a quarter of an hour's walk from camp,
in an open patch of tall grass, we crept up as
close as we could get to pick out a good tusker.
When within about twenty yards of them, how-
ever, they all turned and bolted towards us,
several passing within arm's length ; they had
evidently got our wind and become frightened.
The following day we crossed the river and
camped five miles down stream, about four
hundred yards from the banks. After seeing
everything in camp was correct, I took a stroll
down to the river. I had been there about ten
minutes when I suddenly heard two shots fired
at the far side of our camp.
As Armstrong Bey had
shot two waterbok that
morning for meat, I at
once came to the conclu-
sion that he had now gone
after elephants. Running
back to camp, I seized my
rifle, hoping to be able to
intercept them and get a
shot. As I hurried along
I heard ten or a dozen
shots fired in quick succes-
sion. We were only a day's
march from the Niam-Niam
border, and it occurred to
me that the commanding
officer had perhaps been
attacked by Niam-Niams
whilst out shooting. I
therefore shouted to the
men in camp to get their
rifles and follow me. Then
I rushed off in the direction
of the firing. In my ex-
citement I completely out-
ran my men, and presently
came across two of our
soldiers who had gone out with the Bey.
I shouted out to them as they ran towards
me : —
" What is the matter ? "
" Elephants," they answered, laconically.
" Where are they ? "
" Here, effendi," they replied.
"Is he dead?"
I used the pronoun " he," as the Game Laws
do not allow of cow elephants being shot.
" Yes, effendi," answered the men, simply.
" Show me where."
We then ran off through the long grass and
trees without further conversation, I fully ex-
pecting to see an elephant lying dead on the
ground. Presently the men came to an open
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From
space and stopped. On coming up, what was
my horror to see the body of my commanding
officer, lying on his back and covered with
blood ! He was quite dead. For the moment
the shock staggered me ; then I collected some
of the men, made a rough stretcher, and carried
the body back to camp.
Making inquiries from one of the men who
had been out with Armstrong Bey, I obtained
the following information. Finding I had gone
down to the river, the unfortunate officer had
gone after the elephants by himself, and had
fired at a large bull, wounding it. The animal
then ran off, with three companions. In his
excitement, knowing he had wounded it, Arm-
strong Bey rushed after
them and got on their left,
so that the wind went
from him to the elephant.
When he was opposite the
wounded bull it got his
wind, and at once turned
on him savagely. He fired
two shots into its chest,
and then the maddened
brute was upon him, driv-
ing its tusk clean through
his heart and hurling him
up into the trees. Nearly
every bone in his body was
broken. His watch was
uninjured, but his "350
Rigby double-barrelled rifle
was bent almost double.
The two soldiers who were
with the Bey fired several
shots at the elephant, but
were unable to turn it off.
The same evening I
buried my unfortunate
officer, having three volleys
fired over his grave. I
afterwards learnt that the
reports of these volleys were the first intima-
tion the Niam-Niams had of our being near
their country.
I returned to camp with a very sad heart,
for I had not only lost my commanding officer,
but also a good and brave friend and my only
white companion. For some time I was unde-
cided whether to advance or return to Rumbek.
After awhile, however, I decided to carry on the
expedition by myself, and accordingly sent two
coolies back with a report of Armstrong Bey's
death, informing the officer commanding at
Rumbek of my intention to carry through the
expedition, if possible.
From that day onwards everything seemed to
go against me. The following morning I
IAN, OK THE EGYPTIAN ARMY.
a Photo.
IN THE CLUTCHES OF CANNIBALS.
421
marched off with my little party of fifty-three
all told, bound for the little known territory of
the cannibals. Only twenty of my men were
armed with rifles, and these had only forty
rounds of ammunition each.
During the afternoon march, without the
least warning, the whole party was attacked by
bees. The cattle and mules rushed off panic-
stricken into the forest ; the donkeys which were
carrying the loads fell down ; and the majority
of the men were badly stung by the infuriated
insects, the native sergeant of the party going
mad from the stings he received about the head.
That evening was passed in the pleasant
operation of taking the stings out of the men's
heads and faces and rubbing the places with
ammonia.
The following
morning we entered
the Niam-Niam
territory, and, reach-
ing the village of a
chief named Sango,
camped near his
house. On our ap-
proach, however, all
the natives bolted.
I went out with the
interpreter to try and
find someone to take
a message to the
chief, but met with
no success.
The following
day, however, a
woman came in. I
gave her a present
of some cloth and
sent her back to tell
the chief we had
come on a friendly
visit to his Sultan,
and that he was
not to be afraid, but to come in and bring his
people. That night two of my soldiers — who
had strolled too far from camp — were captured
by the natives. Their rifles were taken away
and their clothing and equipment cut off them.
A forked pole was placed round their necks and
tied, their hands were bound behind them, and
they were driven off.
The following morning an old man came in
and informed me that I could take what food I
wanted from Sango's village, but that I must
remain there until word came from the Sultan
to allow me to proceed.
I thanked him for his offer of food, and told
him I should pay for everything taken from the
village. He was to tell his chief, I said, that I
THE EXPEDITION PASSING THROUGH A DANGEROUS PIECB OP
From a] country. [Photo,
had come on a friendly mission, and unless my
two men returned to camp unharmed that night
I should advance on the village of the distl
chief the following mornin
Nothing further happened that day. 1
cautioned the men not lo anything from
the huts, as it would give the nati\< s the im-
pression that we had come to rob thi m.
That night one of the two men who ha<
captured came into camp, stark naked. II
stated that he and his companion had been
captured by a party of cannibals and taken to
the head chiefs village, twelve miles off. Th
they had been bound and thrown naked on the
ground outside a hut, under a guard of several
natives, who laughed and jeered at the sufT
they endured from
the mosquitoes din-
ing the night. The
guard had received
orders from their
chief to kill them if
they heard any firing
from the direction
of my camp. Finally,
the tortured soldier
manag< d to untie
his bonds and get
away without
discovered.
The following day
I marched on to the
head chief's village,
but was stopped on
the way by about
two hundred excited
natives. They had
hidden themseh
in the I and
threatened hostility -
if I continued to
advance.
After about three
hours' parleying I managed to persuade them
that I was friendly, and induced them
conduct me to their chief's village. That
worthy gentleman fled on hearing of my
approach, and I at once had my other
man released. The two ritles and ammunition,
however, had been sent on to Sultan Yumb
son, Mangi. The chief's son stated that his
father knew nothing of my men's capture, and
that they had been seized by .1 party of thii
Taking the chief's son as a hostage, 1 1 im]
in the village and awaited the arrival
messenger from Mangi. Three of his env<
arrived two days later, with instructions
guide me to his village.
We marched off' in a southerly direction,
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through dense forests, abounding with game,
advancing in Indian file, owing to the dense-
ness of the forest, with Mangi's representatives
leading.
A few days later, when marching alongside a
dry khor (tributary), I went about three hundred
yards off our track and shot a hartebeest.
Hardly had I done so than about two hundred
Niam-Niam savages rushed down upon me in a
very hostile manner, evidently thinking I had
fired at one of their men. It was some time
before I could make them understand why I
had fired, and they were not convinced until
they saw the dead hartebeest, when they at
once set upon it and cut
it into small pieces, eat-
ing it raw and drinking
the blood as it ran from
the carcass. I noticed
that these natives were
all armed with bows and
arrows, spears and shields,
and every man carried a
naked knife in his hands.
Their hair was matted in
large rolls and stuck to-
gether with long pins
made from the breast-
bones of human beings.
This incident showed
me that I was being
closely watched and fol-
lowed, and that same
night I lost two more of
my small party.
Coming to a large pool
of water, after marching
through a dense forest,
I halted my party so as
to allow the men to fill
their water - bottles. I
had been there about
ten minutes when a
party of some three hun-
dred savages — all fully
armed — came up from behind
following on my tracks and were evidently
surprised to find us halted there. It then struck
me that Mangi's representatives had been particu-
larly anxious that I should go on and not stop
for water at that place.
I boldly asked the leader of the band why he
was following me, whereupon he made the lame
excuse that he was taking some women to
Sultan Mangi's village. This I knew to be a
lie, and I accordingly made him go on ahead of
me, which seemed to disconcert him con-
siderably.
At last we arrived at Mangi's village, but only
A GKOUH OK
From a
'hey had been
to find it deserted. Those of his men that I
had with me then informed me that Mangi was a
cripple and had to be carried about, and there-
fore did not wish me to see him. They told me
that food and a guide would be sent me.
As this seemed quite satisfactory I told the
natives to go to Mangi and tell him to send in
the rifles and ammunition taken from my men,
and also to give me an explanation as to why
they were attacked. Keeping one of the men
with me I went round the village, and there saw
hideous and unmistakable signs of cannibalism.
I questioned the man who was with me, and
he told me that his tribe only ate young children
captured in their many
raids against other tribes.
The sights I had seen
sickened me, and I was
glad to return to camp.
That evening Sultan
Mangi's son came in,
with about fifty followers,
all fully armed. As they
advanced I ordered my
men to allow no one
inside the zareba unless
they laid down their
spears, etc , outside. This
the new-comers did after
some delay. Mangi's son
then told me that his
father wanted the cattle
I had, and that he would
send my rifles when I
gave him the bullocks.
As this was obviously
meant as a threat, I ordered
my native corporal, in
the Arabic language, to
get the men under arms
as quickly as possible and
quietly surround my
friends the Niam-Niams.
This was done very ex-
peditiously, and then I
pointed out to the chief that he would have to
remain with me until the rifles were returned,
and that he could send one of his men to
inform Mangi that unless they turned up that
day I should take all his men back with me as
prisoners.
I had scored a point, and within an hour the
guns were returned to me. I then informed
Mangi's son that he and his men were at liberty
to go, and was soon on very good terms with
him. Before leaving he was laughing and joking
over the quiet way in which my men had
surrounded him.
That night, however, the cannibals showed
NIAM-NIAMS.
Photo.
IN THE CLUTCHES OF CANNIBALS
+23
their hand. About 11.30 p.m.
I saw lights moving about in the
forest and heard a good deal of
shouting. I found out
it was a party of Niam-
Niams, who evidently
intended to harass me
all night. They shouted
out and informed me
that we were in Mangi's
country, and must re-
main where we were ;
stating that he would
not allow us to go on or
to return, and that he
would send the follow-
ing day and take the
cattle from us. By way
of reply I redoubled
the guards, and next
morning these night-
birds had disappeared,
1
eaving no trace of their where-
abouts.
I took a party out some miles
farther south in the hopes of
coming across someone to show
us the way, but was not successful. During
the day I paraded some of the coolies and
gave them the rifles I was taking to Sultan
Yumbio, teaching them how to aim and fire.
There was no knowing how soon I should want
every available man in the firing line.
I remained at this point for four days, but saw
nothing further of the Niam-Niams, though
several of my men disappeared — undoubtedly
captured and killed by these bloodthirsty savages.
Repeatedly I cautioned the men about going too
far from the zareba, as the treacherous Niam-
Niams were watching us narrowly, and were
trying, I knew, to capture as many of my men
as possible, and so weaken our little force. The
coolies, however, would insist upon breaking
out into the forest to get honey.
Every evening, too, I was worried by the
incessant shouts and threats of the tribesmen,
who kept me awake and on the alert the greater
part of the night. During the daytime, however,
they disappeared.
As my chief object was to get to Sultan
Yumbio's, I decided to march due west. Accord-
ing to maps in my possession, this would bring
me into his territory. I therefore turned back
on my old track for about three miles and then
struck due west, reaching the River Sway after
eighteen miles. Crossing this, we entered
Yumbio's dominions.
Here I halted for lunch and unloaded the
donkeys. I had hardly started eating, however,
I SAW LIGHTS MOVING AHOUT IN THE FOREST.
They were apparently
that I had got away
They did not cross
when I heard a fierce shouting from the eabt
bank of the river, and discovered that a party
of about three hundred armed cannibals had
followed hot on my trail,
greatly enraged to think
without their knowledge,
the river, but told me by shouts to return to my
country the same way that I had come, or they
would attack me. Knowing very well that if I
did return they would have an ambush waiting
for me, I decided to load up again and move
along the river until I came to an open space tu
camp, as I was now in thick bushy country,
with tall grass, eminently favourable to the
cannibals' skulking tactics.
Placing my few soldiers along the river bank
to prevent the enemy from crossing, I loaded up
and started at 1.30 p.m.
The Niam-Niams promptly crossed the river
and came up on my left and rear, whereupon I
immediately changed the position of my few
I done this when, with
cannibals rushed down
long grass. I din
and reserve th<
them off. One misfortune
In the confusion o( the
soldiers. Hardly had
an unearthly yell, the
upon us through the
the men to aim low
and we soon beat
befell us, however.
fight the savages managed to ire my
guide.
Keeping along the edge of the river, we
crossed a dry khor, resting on the far side.
Here the Niam-Niams again tried to rusli us,
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but once more they were beaten back, taking
their dead and wounded with them."
During this rush my unfortunate guide was
brought forward by their headman. They
dragged him to a large ant-hill and then, after
shouting to attract my attention, several of them
speared him to death, afterwards hacking the
body to pieces.
The cold-blooded cruelty of the murder stung
me to fury. Raising my rifle, I drew a bead on
their leader and sent a Jeffery's split bullet clean
through his chest just as he was gloating over
the poor guide's mangled corpse.
After another unsuccessful rush the cannibals
left us alone until late in the afternoon, when I
pitched camp on open ground, placing the boxes
in a circle as a kind of barricade for my small
party. I had already lost
several men, and ammuni-
tion was running terribly
short.
We had no sooner settled
down when the savages came
on again. They were now
about seven hundred strong, but were afraid to
venture too near. They were evidently under the
impression that we could fire no farther than their
own bows and arrows would carry, and I ordered
the men only to shoot when the Niam-Niams
came too close.
Directly it turned dusk they retired to a dis-
tance of about five hundred yards and settled
down for the night, lighting camp - fires and
beating tom-toms.
During the evening tom-toms could be heard
in the distance, and large parties came in con-
RAIRINO MY RIFLE, I DREW A BEAD ON THEIR LEADER.
tinually from all directions, so that by ten p.m.
our little party was completely surrounded. To
make matters worse, investigation showed that
we had only thirty rounds of ammunition
amongst the whole of us, and only twenty-three
men left out of the fifty-four who originally
started with me on this perilous " patrol " !
Things certainly looked desperate, but I was
not going to give up hope. Taking my inter-
preter with me I set out to reconnoitre our
position, crawling carefully along on all-fours.
We soon discovered the camp-fire of the
leaders, and, creeping near, were able to over-
hear the conversation of the savages. I found
out that they had been joined by Sultan
Yumbio's grandson, who had taken command,
and was even now holding a council of war.
They decided to close
on my party in the morn-
ing, rushing us from all
sides. Everyone but my-
self and " Bekhit," an old
Egyptian employe who was
with me, was to be killed
at once. Bekhit, how-
ever, was to be tied up
and his feet placed in a
fire ; the cannibals blamed
him for bringing me into
their country, where no
white man had ever been
before.
As to me, I was to be
kept as a curio, after being
slightly disfigured. Many
of them had never seen a
white man before, and
they desired to inspect
me. After hearing all we
could, the interpreter and
I crept silently away
through the grass.
Anxiously I considered
our situation. Owing to
their vast numbers — there
were now at least four
thousand of them — and
our lack of ammunition, I knew it would be only
throwing life away to attempt to drive them off
with the bayonet. Could we get away without
fighting? Leaving the interpreter, I crept round
on my hands and knees, hoping to find a place
where it would be possible to get through their
cordon by night. To my great joy, I discovered
a likely spot for the attempt near the river.
About half-past eleven, having regained my
camp, I set several of the men to work to
destroy all the things we had with us. It was
impossible to get the animals across the river,
IN THE CLUTCHES OF CANNIBALS.
J-'S
WE WEKE ABLE TO OVERHEAR THE CONVERSATION OF THE SAVAGES
and I had lost too many coolies to think of
attempting to bring anything away. At midnight,
in intense darkness, we started to make our
attempt to escape from a horrible fate. I sent
the men across in twos, instructing the first pair
that, if they succeeded in getting through safely,
they were to wait about half a mile farther on.
When they had gone, the rest of us waited in
breathless suspense. As they crossed the river,
it seemed to me as if a whole regiment of
soldiers were splashing and crashing through
the reeds, and I fully expected every second to
hear a savage yell telling that our escape had
been discovered. But pair after pair ran the
gauntlet successfully, and no sound came from
the sleeping cannibals.
Within half an hour — the
suspense made it seem like a
year — the whole of my little
party had passed safely through
the cordon, and then, with a
thankful heart, I followed them,
taking care to leave our camp-
fires burning and the empty
boxes in position.
We had not gone far when I
found out that we were being
followed ; evidently some of the
savages had discovered our
escape ! They seemed afraid,
however, to come close, our vol-
leys having apparently taught
themselves with keeping
us iii sight
1" ' I the
I day ol oui
rchedth wamps
and di .•. ith no
tracks to follow,
one liiiinii
I'Hir niili - in the
time of fiftj lour hou
with a
cannibals following in our
ps watching for an
opportunity rwhelm
our little paity. But by
dint of unceasing vigil-
ance we k< p( them ofl
Our food was only suffi-
cient for one meal, and
for three days we had
nothing to eat or drink.
< )ur first meal consisted
of two large ■"edible rats"
about three feet long.
Just before getti ng clear of the
Niam-Niam country, where we
had met with so many adventures, we stumbled
unexpectedly upon a cannibal village. This 1
promptly rushed with fixed bayonets, and burnt,
as a slight return for their treachery.
We reached Rumbek — our nearest post — with-
out further incident. Eight} miles before this our
savage pursuers reluctantly withdrew, and we saw
no more of them. I marched triumphantly
into Rumbek one morning with seventeen men
—all that remained of the original fifty-four !
As soon as possible we laid down to sleep —
utterly worn out — and many of us did not wake
until nearly noon the next day. But our terrible
journey was over, and we had come back -
and sound out of the clutch) s of the cannibals.
them a lesson, and contented
Vol. xiv.— 54.
THE VILLAGE
THAT WAS BURNT AS A I
From a Photo.
Through Japan on Foot.
By Marguerite Roby.
Illustrated with Photographs taken by Count Adrien van der Burch.
Being a brightly-written account of a six weeks' walking tour through the very heart of Japan,
following the old pilgrim roads, and penetrating into the most unknown regions of Old Japan.
Mrs. Roby is the first white woman to make the journey, and her experiences, as here set forth,
are both interesting and amusing.
II.-ASHIO TO KARUIZAWA.
N my first article I described how,
after three hours' climbing, we
reached the top of Kochinsan, some
five thousand five hundred feet,
making altogether from Ashio proper
a climb of nine thousand feet. Coming down
was much easier, following a zigzag and very
steep path the other side of the mountain. Had
we happened to fall as we came down we should
have tumbled into a bed of soft furze. Gaily
laughing and chaff-
ing we reached the
temple again, and
there enjoyed a good
luncheon before con-
tinuing our down-
ward trip to Ashio.
I took the lead on
the down journey
from this point and
walked the nine miles
back to Ashio in a
little over two hours.
Very glad we were
to reach the tea-
house for the usual
hot bath which the
Nasans had ready
for us, after the
custom of Japan.
While at dinner
that evening, what
was our amazement
to hear the sound of
foreign voices ! We
decided they were
German, and the
Count, on the vote
of the party, went
forward to investi-
gate. In about fifteen
minutes he returned
A SCENE IN A WAYSIDE VILLAGE — WASHING VEGETABLES IN RUNNING
{Photo.
From a]
WATER.
and reported that the Germans had made
the same trip as ourselves at Chusenji, only
that when they arrived at the little wooden
bridge they found it had been blown away
during the night. They therefore had to crawl
down the side of the precipice into the lower
bed of the river. This accounted for their late
arrival. They informed us of their intention to
walk up Kochinsan next day. When we heard
what were the probable weights of the gentle-
men we laughed
derisively, and our-
selves decided to rest
twenty-four hours in
Ashio, being obliged
to confess to feeling
frightfully tired and
footsore. The next
morning at six
o'clock we were
awakened by our
bulky German
friends, who were
calling loudly for
rickshaws and
coolies, whereat we
each and severally
smiled to ourselves
behind the screens.
They eventually got
off with the Jap
coolies and rick-
shaws at ten-thirty,
and even then not
without many deep
and loud German
curses. They did
not know the Japa-
nese coolie as we
did. At six o'clock
that evening they re-
turned, and proudly
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427
From hi
IKAO, THE TOWN OF LAUDEK STKEETb.
\_Fnoto.
Our next stopping-place was Ikao,
the town of ladder streets, where \\>
sonic splendid natural mineral baths ;
the Jap in attendance a man. I
we had tim< to take our hats off he
said, in English, " Please, baths is
ready." We replied, "No; we will
take our baths after t< But being
the gentleman in charge of the baths
he insisted, and we had to bathe. I
next morning, at six dclock, he came,
announcing: " O-Chi-San, bath
ready.'' " No," the O-Chi-San replied,
intimating firmly that she pr< f< rred to
have tea first. Hut the gentleman was
inexorable, and I had to forego the
usual morning luxury and to bathe then
and there. This man, in fact, could
he have had his way, would have had
us live in his baths ! They were really
good, however. The natural streams
of hot and cold water from the moun-
tains are allowed to run into the bath
itself, which is of wood let into the
ground, this arrangement permitting of
any desired temperature.
From here we took horses. Thus
far, from Ashio, I had walked in
knickerbockers, having resolved on
descending Kochinsan never again to
employ a skirt on the trip.
informed us they had been up Kochin-
san. With one accord we involuntarily
shouted : " Liars ! " Fortunately, not
one of them understood English, but
as our faithful guide entered just then
we called upon him to learn the real
facts of the case from the head coolie,
which he did. The head coolie in-
formed him that the three foreigners
had walked around about one hundred
yards from the temple, had looked up
at the rocks, and given vent to a great
many " Achs ! " — which Moreye repro-
duced, as given by the head coolie, in
the funniest manner. Then, being
full-blooded Teutons and tempted by
the very good Japanese beer on sale
at the temple, they decided to remain
there and rest and then return to the
tea-house. And so our first involuntary
criticism was correct.
The following morning we paid our
very reasonable bill and gave the usual
" cha," or tea-money, to the proprietor
as a gift, he in turn presenting each of
us with a towel and a passing recom-
mendation to the next teahouse.
r
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prom a\ IiEadv hjk hie n<lP through the forest.
At Ikao, after engaging our horses, we started
on an excursion to the temples of D'Haruma,
passing along what had been the crater of a
volcano, but was now a magnificent lake. It
was a brilliant sunshiny day, and we took boats
to cross the lake. Before we had been out five
minutes one of the heaviest mists I ever saw in
my life sprang up and obscured everything.
Then, as quickly as it arose, it disappeared.
Reaching the opposite shore of the lake we
determined to go through the forest for the
return to Ikao. We accordingly remounted
our woebegone-looking gee-gees, which in spirit
and appearance greatly resembled mules at the
start, but now — evidently affected by the
weather — -fell all over the place. Mr. Crocker,
whom we had taken up again at Ashio,
where he was awaiting us, rode on his
horse's tail, in " County Mayo fashion,"
declaring it much easier than a saddle.
When his horse lay down with him in
the middle of the road, however, refus-
ing to budge, he said, gently : " I think
terra firma is good enough for me," and
walked. A propos of a Jap saddle, I
would remark that it fulfils my idea of
what being; broken alive on the wheel
must feel like.
My fox-terrier Squiff and my little
Japanese spaniel Kiku, bought at Kobe,
who figures in some of the photographs,
did the tour thoroughly. Squiff, in fact,
is one of the most travelled dogs in the
world. He has journeyed with me
through India, Burma, China, America,
France, Sardinia, Austria, Turkey, and
Egypt. He is a great warrior, and
covered with wounds.
But let us return to our horses. The
Jap pack-horse is impossible for riding.
He is all right with luggage going up-
hill, but coming down he stumbles at
every step. We, however, had little
reason to regret our return to walking,
for it gave us longer time to spend in
the forest of Ikao, which is wonderful.
Here were trees with marvellous foliage,
millions of gorgeous butterflies, which
live only twenty-four hours, moths in-
numerable, exquisite flowers, scented
air, and tranquillity indescribable. After
a three-mile walk a path brings one to
the temples of D'Haruma. These are
scattered under gigantic cryptomerias
and rocks of fantastic shape, which
seem to constantly menace them with
disaster. Remarkable specimens of
sculpture, the work of Japanese artists,
are to be found there, among them two
wonderful dragons supporting the entrance,
which struggle together and push out towards
those who enter the sacred building a pair of
threatening tongues.
At Ikao our bath instructor was still awaiting
us, for the Japanese insist that you shall bathe
on the slightest provocation. Starting next
morning for Kusatsu, we crossed huge valleys
where fields of rice alternated with olive groves.
The cryptomerias intrude on the verdure of the
fields with their sombre green, everywhere indi-
cating the presence of Shinto temples, where
the traveller in passing drops a coin and invokes
the protection of the gods. The cryptomeria-
groves are the cypresses of Japan.
We were, in fact, in a flourishing agricultural
{Photo.
liXIKAUKUINAKY ROCK IN THE FOREST OF IKAO. \,t',lotO.
THROUGH JAPAN ON FOOT
429
region. The road presented an animated scene,
and every moment we passed coolies carrying on
their backs huge packages — heavy bales of silk
which they were taking on to the neighbouring
town, and which they balance by means of two
pieces of bamboo placed across the shoulders.
The villages were numerous, clean, and plentifully
provided with tea-houses and hotels, a fact which
testified to the commercial importance of the
place. On the doorsteps the women sorted the
cocoons, and numerous pilgrims travelled along
the road or rested in the shade. The population
was good-natured. Men, women, and children
surrounded us at the stopping-places, laughing
and seeking to engage us in conversation.
Europeans rarely come so far, but we never
once had to complain of an unkind act.
We had at last to take to a narrow bridle-
path, which was occupied at the moment by
two old people,
a man and a
woman, in pan-
niers, who were
probably too old -^0k
to take the road.
They looked at
us with an air of
profound aston-
ishment, unaware
that they them-
selves were ob-
jects of curiosity.
Captivated by the
charm of the
route and its nu-
merous distrac-
tions we covered
the miles without
beins: aware of
_^^d^
)F THE PUBLIC BATH-HOUSES AT Kl
them, when, sud-
denly, at a turn of the path in the valley, we
perceived beneath us, in a sort of hollow in the
mountains, the little town of Kusatsu.
We reached it at seven p.m., having been two
days on the journey from Ikao, stopping the one
night at a charming tea-house. Here for the first
time I displayed my culinary powers to the full.
You must picture to yourselves a lady with bare
feet, dressed in a kimono, sitting tailor-fashion on
a cushion. Four small charcoal fires, resembling
flower-pots, were burning around me, and rice,
chicken, potatoes, asparagus, and clam chowdah
stood in front. I not only cooked all these, but
I did justice to them afterwards, as did every-
body else, and enough was left over for our next
day's luncheon, as there was no place en route
where we could get food. On arriving at
Kusatsu we found we had lost our friend Mr.
Crocker on the way. He was, in fact, the only
tired and silent member of the party, and on
account of this we named him " Weary Willie."
I regret I have no picture of him for this
article. It is necessary to imagine for the
purpose, therefore, a man over six feet, fair, thin,
and languid, a regular Fifth Avenue "du<
always tired, always late for everything and
equally never ready, on a walking tour through
the heart of Japan ! "Weary Willie" reached
Kusatsu at midnight. Asked why he was '
he explained that walking up became so boring
that he had changed about and retraced his
steps part of the way before attacking the
remaining distance, as he felt so tired of climb-
ing ! It may be explained en passant that th
are two roads, the old and the new, which are
also the upper and lower road. The new road
is cut in the mountain-side and is much longer.
This was the road which "Weary Willie" took.
A propos of his
approach to Ku-
satsu, which is
the centre of the
great sulphur
baths and lakes
of Japan, he said
languidly at break-
fast : " Say, you
people, when I
was getting near
this village I
smelt brimstone
and heard a
bubbling and a
rumbling, and I
just said to my-
self, ' Gee whiz !
this is Hades !'
W h i 1 e this
eccentric charac-
ter was talking to us we heard a volume of yells,
and, racing out of the tea-house to inquire what
was the matter, we were told to go over to the
public baths and look. We did so, and saw a
sight not to be forgotten.
Kusatsu is, in fact, the great leper settlement
of the world. Lepers go there from all pari
take the baths, and persons affected with innu-
merable other diseases also. The baths are not
compulsory, but early in the morning a man in
charge rings a bell and the sufferers come in
squadrons. Again the bell rings and each man
picks up a plank of about two yards long and
two feet broad, and begins to beat the sulphur
water in the baths until it becomes cooler, for
this water of Kusatsu is boiling, not merely hot,
and running all the time. In fact, it is part of
a great boiling, bubbling sulphur lake enclosed
in bath-houses. Again the bell rang, and all
[Photo.
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THE HOT SULPHUR BATHS AT KUSATSU, TO WHICH PEOPLE TRAVEL PROM
From a] all parts of japan. [Photo.
knelt down and poured about twenty pannikins
of this boiling water on their heads " to send the
blood down." Once more the bell pealed out
and every man stepped into the bath. It was at
this climax that the yells which bad so alarmed
us burst from the
half -scalded multi-
tude. Again the
bell, and they sat in
the water to their
shoulders. After
three minutes the
bell sounded once
more, and a great
sigh of content went
up from the bathers
as they scrambled
out of the bath —
considerablyquicker,
poor wretches, than
they went in, and
looking like boiled
lobsters.
My husband, who
is a physician, says
no microbe could
possibly live after one dip in this boiling sulphur
water. It is never for one instant the same
water, a continuous stream being kept up from
the source, and the temperature is only momen-
tarily reduced by the system of beating the
water. The institution of the baths is an
honorary or voluntary one, and there are no
fees of any kind. The healthy women and
girls of the village look like Devonshire peasants,
with a beautiful bloom on their cheeks and
skins several degrees fairer than the rest of
Japan.
From the "cure"
at Kusatsu most of
the patients pro-
ceed to another
at Sawatari or
Shibu. The num-
ber of baths taken
is about one hun-
dred and twenty,
and consists of
five per day, the
patients placing
themselves volun-
tarily under the
direction of a cure-
master, who exer-
cises the firmest
discipline. The
waters contain, it
is stated, princi
pally sulphur,
THE CURIOUS BRIDGE OK BOATS AT SHIBU.
alum, iron, and arsenic, their temperature vary-
ing from one hundred to one hundred and sixty
degrees. A secondary effect of the cure is
to set up a painful skin irritation, which is
allayed, it is said, by the waters of Shibu.
Besides the more
terrible diseases said
to be beneficially
affected at Kusatsu,
rheumatism, ague,
gout, and all afflic-
tions of the skin are
treated successfully.
We went from
Kusatsu to Shibu.
The latter is not un-
like a Sussex village.
It was a long and
tiresome march of
nearly twenty miles,
and when we arrived
I was dead to the
world. There was,
however, the usual
ordeal of the bath
to be undergone.
After gathering all my belongings together
and going into the bath-house, I found the
water was too hot and called for a boy to bring
plenty of cold. Then I looked for the door.
There was no door ! The bath was open by its
entrance to the wide world ! As the Japanese are
very much interested in white women I had to
shriek for my attendant to keep off the crowd
which clustered at the doorway, and showed
disconcerting signs of entering, evidently regard-
ing me as a mere walking novelty. When I
had taken my bath
I went to bed, too
tired to eat. Next
morning, the whole
party confessing to
extreme fatigue, we
decided that, if
there were rick-
shaws or carriages
of any kind to be
had, we would
ride, and walk no
more. Interview-
ing the landlord of
the tea-house on
the subject of con-
veyances, he in-
formed us we could
have a carriage and
a pair of horses.
I have already
described Japanese
[/ HO CO.
THROUGH JAPAN ON FOOT.
43i
1HE AUTHORESS IN HER KICKSHAW ON THE WAY TO NAOONA,
From a Photo.
horses. These were the same, only different.
As for the carriage, which came round in due
course, I am sure it was the first the Dutch ever
landed in the country. When we got
into it our guide politely informed us
that he preferred to walk. He had pro-
bably been in that conveyance before.
The whole village turned out to see
us as we gaily drove away. We had
not gone five hundred yards from the
tea-house when our horses showed signs
of restiveness, and as we were driving
along the very verge of a precipice this
was somewhat trying. Having gone so
far without accidents, we decided to get
out and seek for rickshaws. Scarcely
had we dismounted from our Noah's
Ark when the horses flew away up the
road. We stood still in breathless
silence, wondering what was going to
happen next, and as they disappeared
from sight, still going strong, we breathed
a sigh of relief. The village, however,
failed to produce more than one rick-
shaw for five people, so I took the
rickshaw while the men arranged to
follow on foot. The rickshaw man was
lusty. Although the road was stony
and I was heavy, being burdened with
a dog and a Murray's Guide, the man
bounded along at a terrifi
I shrieked at the top of my v<
•l Mali '. mail .' " (-low >, hut tin- man
[iaid no heed whatever. :
where I was ( r what had happened I
was in the dyke dog, book, rickshaw,
coolie, everything swimming. But,
cruellest blow of all, before I could
pull myself together, the Count, an
insatiable photographer, rushed up,
exclaiming: "Oh, please keep quiet!
You look so funny!" but he saw
from my face that I was badly shaken
up, and did not press the point— or
the button of his camera either, for
which I was grateful I gathered
myself together, rated the coolie, picked
up my dog, and decided to walk. At
the next village, however, plenty of
rickshaws were to be had, and in these
we proceeded on our way to Nagona
to see " the greatest Buddha in the
world." Thence we proceeded to
Karuizawa, where we found our lug-
gage, which had been sent on from Yokohama,
together with all the supplies intended for the
trip down the Nakusendo.
WORI :
(To be conclua
The Secret of Miss Stone's Capture by Brigands.
By Frederick Moore.
Our readers will remember the tremendous stir created both in Europe and America by the
capture of Miss Stone by Macedonian brigands, and her subsequent ransom after months of
delay. Very few people know, however, that there was a secret in connection with the episode —
a secret involving the hoodwinking both of the Turkish Government and the newspapers. The
full facts of this strange affair are now published for the first time.
HERE is a secret in connection with
the famous capture of Miss Ellen M.
Stone which involves in itself a most
interesting story, but the secret does
not lie where gossip puts it.
I have often been asked if the capture of Miss
Stone was "genuine," and, indeed, some of the
facts in the case seem to warrant this question.
Miss Stone was in sincere sympathy with the
Macedonian cause
at the time of her
capture by Bulga-
rian brigands, and
since the affair
her ardour has
not abated in the
slightest. Her
com pan ion i n
captivity, Mrs.
Katherine S.
Tsilka, was a Bul-
garian, of the same
race as are the
Macedonian s;
and the kidnap-
ping was planned
by the Macedo-
nian Revolution-
ary Committee for
the purpose of
augmenting its
funds for the late
uprising against
the Turks. The
knowledge of
these facts has
caused some sus-
picion that Miss
Stone was an ac-
complice to her
own capture. As
a matter of fact,
however, her atti
tude in herlectures
and writings is due
solely and entirely
I HE CAVAICAUE K Dli 1MKECTLY INTO THE AMUU-.H.
to an honest sympathy, not with the insurgents,
but with the people for whom they are fighting
— the Christians of European Turkey. The
account of her kidnapping, as narrated in the
Press at the time, is perfectly true. But that,
nevertheless, there is a curious secret in the
affair I will presently show.
Early in July, 1901, a party of Protestant
missionaries and teachers — among whom Miss
Stone was the
only bo?ia-fide
foreigner — left the
American school
at Samakov, in
Bulgaria, and
crossed the Turk-
ish frontier to
1 )juma-bala. From
Djuma they went
on a religious
tour of the Raslog
district without an
escort ; consider-
ing that the party,
numbering fifteen,
was too large to
be molested. To-
wards nightfall of
the first day out
the travellers,
growing weary,
a 1 lowed their
ponies to straggle,
as the Macedonian
pony is wont to
do, into a long
line, one behind
the other. At
dark the caval-
cade began to
ascend a rugged
mountain in this
order, and rode
directly into the
ambush laid for
the American
THE SECRET OF MISS STONE'S CAP TURK BY BRIGANDS.
433
missionary. It was
an easy matter for the
brigands to " round
up " the whole party
without firing a single
shot. It had been
the plan of the insur-
gents to capture a
man, but Miss Stone
had, unfortunately for
herself, taken the
place of one of the
male Americans on
this trip. The bri-
gands had no use for
the rest of the party,
but as company for
Miss Stone they
detained Mrs. Tsilka
to be her companion,
and sent the others
on their way.
The sum demanded
for Miss Stone's
ransom was twenty-
five thousand Turkish
" liras," slightly less in
value than so many
English pounds. The
American Govern-
ment, not always so
energetic in dealing
with cases of kid-
napping as it was in
the Perdicaris affair,
took no effective
measures to secure
the release of its
subject, and it was
left to the American
people themselves
to subscribe the
amount needed for
Miss Stone's ransom.
In a few months ap-
proximately sixty-
eight thousand dol-
lars (fourteen thou-
sand five hundred
pounds Turkish) was
collected, and the
American Consul-
General at Constan-
tinople was sent to
Sofia to negotiate the
ransom. But in Bul-
garia he was annoyed
by the people and
Press and hampered
Vol. xiv.— 55.
MR. PEET, WHO WAS A MEMBER OF THE COMMITTEE SELECTED
BY THE AMERICAN MINISTER TO PAY OVER MISS STONE'S
RANSOM TO THE BRIGANDS.
From a Photo, by Scbah &* Joaillier, Constantinople.
DR. J
HENRY HOUSE, ANOTHEH
From a Photo, by M. I- Wtda,
by the Government,
and so. m found u im-
practicable to pay the
money to th ads
from that side of the
border. The Ortho-
dox churchmen "t
Bulgaria have no sym-
pathy for the Ameri-
can evangelists, and
the Government, for
its part, sought to pre-
vent the payment
tin- ransom on I
garian soil, lest they
should be called upon
to refund the amount
at a later date by the
United States.
At the end of five
months from the date
of the capture, Mr.
Diekenson, the Ameri-
can Consul -General,
had accomplish^ d only
an agreement with the
brigands that Miss
Stone should be set at
liberty on payment of
the sum collected, in
lieu of the one de-
manded. He there-
fore returned to
Constantinople, and
transferred the work
to a committee selec-
ted by the American
Minister on instruc-
tions from Washing-
ton. In the work
of this committee
lies the secret.
According to the
accounts sent to their
papers at the time by
the correspondents
who dogged the t
steps of tin: t
gentlemen forming
the committ
Messrs 1'
and Garguilo trans-
ported the fourt<
thousand \\yc hun-
dred pounds (Turk-
ish) in irerhun-
dr nilesofwild
mountain roa
doubling on their
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tracks almost daily in their aimless search for a
favourable opportunity to deliver the money to
the brigands at a moment when the Turkish
troops who followed them were taking forty winks.
But — the newspapers reported — the ransoming
committee finally despaired, sent the gold back
to Constantinople, secured bank-notes in its
stead, and paid two agents of the insurgents
in paper money at a cross-road when they (the
committee) managed to escape the vigilance of
the Turkish soldiers for a few minutes. But the
correspondents were sadly duped, for necessity
and the brigands de-
later, in Bulgaria, I
Sandansky's band (the
a member of
which had Cap-
manded that they
should be placed in the
same category as the
Turks, and regarded as
of
danger
and
instruments
to the brigands ;
the true account of
how the ransom was
paid has been kept a
secret to this day.
It was no such simple
matter as the corre-
spondents on that mis-
sion made out, and the
account, if one of the
committee could tell
it, would make a most
readable volume. But
the committee is bound
bv a promise to the
insurgents to keep
secret for ever certain
of the details and the
place of the payment,
and I am able to give
only a bare outline of
the adventure.
I first learned that
the accounts of the ran-
soming published in
the Press were errone-
ous from Mr. Garguilo,
whom I met one day
at the American Lega-
tion at Constantinople,
of which he is the dragoman. He was consider-
ably elated at having defeated some worthy men
among my colleagues and the Turkish police at
the same time. He told me bits of the story
which whetted my curiosity, and I resolved to
run the facts to earth.
Before I left Constantinople I called on Mr.
Peet at his office, the head-quarters of the
American Mission Board, and in the course of
a conversation about the Stone affair added a
few more facts to those Mr. Garguilo had given
A. GARGUILO, THE THIRD
From a Photo, by Phebus, Constantinople.
me. It was my good fortune not long after to
meet Dr. House at the American mission at
Salonica, and I took the opportunity of dis-
cussing the affair with him.
As I proceeded through Macedonia — I was
reporting the news of the revolution for an
American paper — I encountered first Mr. and
Mrs. Tsilka at Monastir, then the Turkish
officer who had been detached to follow the
fourteen thousand five hundred pounds, and
found
band
tured Miss Stone)
lying wounded in a
frontier hospital im-
provised for suffering
refugees, who were
then fleeing from the
persecutions of the
Turks.
The wounded bri-
gand was the most
voluble of all the prin-
cipals in the affair
whom I encountered,
and I drew from him
— through a Russian
who acted as my inter-
preter— the last threads
of the whole strange
story. It was over a
year ago that I got the
account in the shape
I give it here, but until
now I have been ques-
tioning the advisability
of publishing it lest, as
the insurgents feared,
punishment should be
meted out by the Turks
to the town which
played the important
part in the delivery of
the ransom. But mas-
sacres and the destruc-
tion of Christian towns
have ceased for the
time being in Mace-
donia, and I think the true account of how
Miss Stone was actually ransomed can now be
given with impunity, especially as the insurgents,
since that date, have themselves told many of
the main points in the affair.
On Mr. Dickenson's return from Sofia the
ransom committee was selected and sent to the
Raslog district. The brigands at this juncture
had become indignant at the long delay in the
payment of the money and had broken off
negotiations with the Americans. The first
MEMBEIi OF THE COMMITTEE.
THE SECRET OF MISS STONE'S CAPTURE BY BRIGANDS.
4.55
..vUlHEK EXAMINATION OF THE SMUGGLERS WAS MADE.
work of the new committee, then, was to
re-establish communication with the insur-
gents, and, in order to let the brigands
learn that they were in search of them, the
news of the fact was disseminated broad-
cast throughout the district and also sent to
the European Press, which the revolutionary
organization follows closely. This eventu-
ally accomplished the desired effect, but
also caused the number of correspondents
on the heels of the committee to be in-
creased. The brigands were as wary of the
newspaper men as they were of Turkish
soldiers.
For nearly a month the committee moved
from town to town through the snow — for
it was now winter — faring on the coarsest
of food, sleeping in comfortless Mace-
donian " hahns " under old and dirty home-
spun blankets, but meeting with no success
in their difficult mission. Trail after trail
was drawn blank. On one occasion word
was brought to them that frontier smugglers,
captured by the Turks, had professed to
having seen Miss Stone and Mrs. Tsilka's
baby strangled, and could take the com-
mittee to the graves ! There had been
several other reports that the brigands had
wearied of waiting for the ransom and
had killed their hapless prisoners, but
none so detailed as this. The Turkish
authorities, who had secured this ■
dence, wire anxiously asked for further
facts. Another examination ol lug-
glers was made, and the follow i
a telegram came to the effect that they
were altering their testimony.
"alterations" were awaited with great
anxiety, and finally came in the form ol
a complete denial of the first statemi
without even an excuse on the part of
the smugglers for having concocted so
false a story. It seems the Turks had
asked them for information of Y
Stone. When interrogated by the Turks
the Christian peasant of Macedonia
always replies according to what he
thinks his questioners desire to hear ; for
the truth in Turkey never brings reward,
though often severe punishment.
After a while the committee separated,
Messrs. Feet and Garguilo establishing
themselves at Djuma-bala and I >r.
House going to Bansko, the most
rebellious town of a most rebellious
IK. S.MYTH-t.YTE, Ol- THE AMERI u HIS ' KAVASS.
F>q»i a Pliotc.
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district, "to conduct a series of missionary
meetings." Dr. House was the only member of
the committee who could speak Bulgarian and
converse direct with the brigands, and his action
was severely criticised by the correspondents.
As the journalists saw the case, here was a
member of the committee, the most valuable
man because of his knowledge of the brigands'
language, wasting valuable time preaching
Christianity to Christians just when his every
effort should be devoted to the task he had
undertaken —
that of freeing
two unfortunate
women and a
new- born babe
who were suffer-
ing untold tor-
tures in some
sheepfold high
in the snow-
covered moun-
tains. But the
correspondents
were not aware
of the fact that
Dr. House had
escaped their
vigilance and
that of the
Turks, and,
under the guid-
ance of an in-
surgent dis-
guised as an
ordinary peas-
ant, had visited a delegation of the bri-
gands, nor did they know that this series
of " religious meetings " in the Bulgarian
town was merely a means devised for
conducting further negotiations and paying
the ransom.
After Dr. House had got in touch with
the brigands the money was sent for. Mr.
Smyth-Lyte, of the American Consulate,
conveyed it from Constantinople. Two
cases, containing fourteen thousand five
hundred gold pieces and weighing four
hundred pounds, were delivered to him
from the Ottoman Bank, where the ransom
fund had been deposited. The bullion
was sent under proper guard to the railway
station, where a special car was awaiting it. As a
personal guard two Cro-ite kavasses were sent
with Mr. Smyth-Lyte from the bank, and
these two bodyguards always slept on the
money. At Demir-Hissar, where the train
journey ended, Mr. Smyth-Lyte was met by a
Turkish officer, who informed him in polished
French that he (the officer) was the humble
servant of Monsieur the Consul, for whom
the Padisha (Abdul Hamid) had the greatest
concern. Monsieur's commands, he added,
would be fulfilled even to the death of the officer
and twenty trusty troopers who were under hi?
command. The Turkish officer was suave and
smart, as Turkish officers always are, and the
trusty troopers were ragged and dirty, as Turkish
soldiers generally are. Some had great-coats of
many odd parts, which covered seatless trousers ;
some were clad
in European
garments which
had been shed
long since by
their original
owners. All
were " things of
shreds and
patches," but
the Turks all
have good guns
and strong
ponies.
A rickety vic-
toria — which
had long since
played its part
in some large
city and was
now held to-
gether by many
odd pieces of
rope — was ready
to take Mr.
Smyth-Lyte and
the money to
Djuma-bala, a
two days' jour-
ney. The four
tiny mountain
ponies, harnes-
sed all abreast,
were animated
masses of skin
and bones, but
hardy enough to
drag the ancient
vehicle, if that
rattletrap con-
veyance could carry the weight imposed
upon it. The two packages of gold were
loaded into it, the troopers formed a cordon
about it, and the journey was begun. But the
party had hardly got fairly upon the road when
the severe pounding of the gold as the carriage
bumped over the boulders in the roadway carried
away the floor, and down went the boxes.
DOWN WENT THE BOXES.
THE SECRET OF MISS STONE'S CAPTURE BY BRIGANDS. 437
There was a halt, and an attempt to patch up
the vehicle, but it was useless. One of the
pack-horses accompanying the soldiers was un-
loaded and the gold strapped on its back ; but
the packages were of unequal sizes, and would
persist in finding their way under the- stomach
of the poor brute. At last the two kavasses,
who were well mounted, were each called upon
to carry a box, and in this way the money was
got over the mountains.
More troops fell in as the way became more
dangerous, until the number of the escort
reached a hundred. Some of the cavalrymen
went far ahead to scout, especially through the
great Kresna Pass by the side of the River
Struma, where a handful of men could ambush
an army ; and others dropped back far behind
the cavalcade to bring up the rear. But the
journey was made without mishap, and late at
night of the second day Mr.Smyth-Lyte arrived at
Djuma-bala, met there Messrs. Peet and Garguilo,
as had been arranged, and delivered his precious
charge over to these two gentlemen. Early the
next morning he set off on his return trip with
his Cro-ites and a guard of half-a-dozen men.
On the arrival of the money at Djuma there
was a general concentration of correspondents,
Turkish soldiers, and spies about it. The com-
mittee was no longer the subject of attention ;
the money was now the thing. If they
kept close to the money, reasoned the corre-
spondents and the soldiers, they were bound
to be in at the ransom. The writers had no
other interest than to get the news, but
the soldiers were bent on getting the brigands.
The Turkish Government had no idea of allow-
ing the bandits to reap their golden harvest ;
it meant to capture them directly they
ventured forth to secure the gold. So it came
to be the task of the ransoming committee to
separate the gold from the correspondents and
soldiers — as you may judge, an almost hopeless
task. Every correspondent present was a man
of sharp wits and untiring persistency. Each
one of them had a dragoman always watching the
Turks who surrounded the gold, so that they
could not have moved off without their know-
ledge. And there were Turkish spies at work,
too, watching the soldiers, the committee, and
the correspondents alike. Abdul Hamid trusts
no one, and his secret service system embraces
even a staff of agents who spy on spies.
The committee would decide to leave a town
for a visit to some mountain village at a
moment's notice, telling no one ; but the
soldiers were always with them, ostensibly
guarding them from other brigands, and the
tireless correspondents were on their tracks
before the dust had settled behind their horses.
After a long tour, Messrs. Peet and Garguilo,
still carrying the money, settled down in
Bansko with Dr. House, who was still preach
ing to the Bulgarians. The committee here
secured a private house to live in, and in
one room stored the gold. Here .1 long
rest took place. The correspondents railed
against the committee, accusing it of lazil
and love of comfort; but they, too, grew indo-
lent and took their ease at their "hahn." At
first they, with the Turks, dogged the very P
steps of the three men of the committee, but
after a week of this they grew weary, l<>r the
ransoming committee were wont to walk far and
loiter aimlessly on cold and unattractive moun-
tain roads about the town. It was not very prob
able that the brigands would venture so near to
a village so heavily garrisoned and patrolled as
was Bansko, and to watch the gold soon became
sufficient for the correspondents. Had any ol
them put himself to the trouble of ascertain
what were Mr. Garguilo's habits when comfort-
ablyensconced in the Embassy at Constantinople,
they 'would have discovered that any exertion
whatever is distinctly foreign to that gentleman's
daily routine, and they would have known that
something important was afoot to account for
his activity.
At the end of a month, to the intense surprise
of everybody, a messenger came from Con
stantinople, travelling in all the state which had
dignified Mr. Smyth-Lyte's journey. With great
ceremony the two boxes of gold were delivered
to him. There was no mistake about them ;
they were the same two boxes, unopened.
Their covers were firm and fast, and they still
weighed four hundred pounds. One hundred
soldiers escorted them back to Demir-His^.n.
There they were carefully placed aboard another
special car, and two Cro-ites ate and slept on
them until they were safely delivered back to the
Ottoman Bank at Constantinople.
The startling news that the committee had
abandoned in despair the task of ransoming
Miss Stone was promptly flashed across the
wires, and appeared in the papers in England
and in America, and a few days later the com-
mittee started on its return to the railway, with
a small escort, and only one correspondent.
The others considered that for the present the
affair was over.
At one place on the route Mr. Garguilo and
Dr. House managed to leave their trackers and
the correspondent a little behind. At
road they stopped and dismounted ami aw.;
the rest of the party. When it came up Mr.
Garguilo's face wore a satisfied smile. I
correspondent suspected something, ami ask< d
"what was up."
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"Behind yonder tree," Mr. Garguilo solemnly
declared, " the deed was done."
The correspondent dismounted in haste and
investigated. There were several torn envelopes,
such as a bank would cover notes with, lying on
the ground. He was an artist, and he drew a
picture of the spot. A few days later Miss
Stone, Mrs. Tsilka, and her baby were " dis-
covered " in a town near Seres. The committee
met and escorted them to Salonica.
It is obvious how the story that the money
was paid in paper at a cross-road came to
appear in the English and American Press ; but
the money was not paid in paper, behind a tree,
to emissaries of the brigands mounted on fast
horses. Mr. Garguilo took delight in putting
the correspondents off the track.
When Messrs. Garguilo, Peet, and House
took their daily walks about Bansko they went
out with heavy
packages of
gold concealed
under their
coats, and they
returned with a
like weight —
but of lead!
Each night they
removed a cer-
tain amount of
the gold, and
on their return
would place the
lead in the bul-
lion boxes, the
vigilant guards
about the house
all unconscious
that the boxes
were being tam-
pered with. Finally the whole of the fourteen
thousand five hundred gold pieces had been
delivered to the agents of the brigands, whom
the committeemen met on their walks, and four
hundred pounds of lead filled the boxes in
their stead. These boxes, with the pomp and
ceremony attending the transport of treasure,
went back to the vaults of the Ottoman Bank.
The seemingly impossible had been achieved —
both the lynx-eyed minions of the Government
and the eager correspondents had been hood-
winked and the ransom duly paid !
It was necessary to keep the fact that the
ransom had been handed over a complete secret
until the captives were released, in order that
the Turks should not get on the track of the
brigands. A promise that every effort should
be made to throw the Turks off the trail was
demanded by the brigands, as was an injunction
of absolute
secrecy concern-
ing also the
place and man-
ner in which the
money was paid.
But the time
is past when the
secret need be
kept, and the
brigands, now
off duty be-
tween revolu-
tions, are spin-
ning this yarn,
along with the
accounts of
other adven-
tures, to admir-
ing friends in
Sofia to-day.
"E^CH NIGHT THEY REMOVED A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF THE GOLD.
%&<fie
The Norwegian farmer, handicapped by an extremely short summer, has called in a number of
ingenious devices to help him in his work — among them the aerial transport wire and the
simple yet effective "hurdle." In this article Mr. James describes the interesting methods of
harvesting on a mountain farm in Scandinavia.
0 stand at the base of an enormous
cliff in Norway at the side of a
beautiful fjord and to see bundles
of hay, tubs of butter, cheese, butter-
milk barrels, and an occasional man
shooting through the open sky gives to the
ordinary sightseer in Norway a momentary
shock. At first he wonders what the different
things are, and then he wonders where on earth
or in the sky they have come from. A short
stay soon answers the questions, and longer
travel gives him not only the fundamental
reasons for the adoption of the aerial railway
by the Norwegian farmer for the rapid transport
of his products, but also shows him the extent
to which the system has been adopted by the
hard-working agriculturists of the North.
This system of harvesting by means of wire
is due to a fight between upland and lowland.
A straight line is always the shortest distance
between two points, and a wire stretched
between a plot of land on a cliff where hay-
making is in progress and a farm down below
where the farmer lives and stores his hay and
grain is the shortest distance between those two
places. Were he to bring his products down by
hand, or by other common means, his work
would be never-ending ; the natural obstacles of
the country would thwart him at every step.
He cannot do his work with horses and carts
because of these same obstacles, and his harvi si
season is too brief to allow him to waste time.
Accordingly the Norwegian farmer transports
his products by means of a tight wire passing
through the air high over trees, valleys, and
fjords, and does it with so much success that the
northern parts of Scandinavia might, with
small exaggeration, be called a land of aerial
wires.
To judge of the difficulties placed by Nature
in the way of the Scandinavian agriculturist
one need but look at the illustrations to this
article. Yet they cannot wholly illustrate the
subject. In one photograph you see a bundle
of hay passing down a wire from a cliff to a
valley, but there is something more in that
bundle than mere blades of dried grass.
Norwegian farmer lives in a land which (eels
the rigour of the frozen zone. His year is made
up of winter and summer. Spring is for him so
brief that he rarely feels its warm breath before
the summer is upon him, anil autumn bl
quickly in its train the cold blasts of winter.
The period allowed to him by climate for
sowing, ripening, and reaping his ght,
sometimes twelve, weeks, and during that
summer season he. combats continually the I
in the ground and the moisture in the air.
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corn is made more valuable to him because of
the geographical and climatic difficulties which
he encounters in its culture, and the bundle of
hay which he sends by wire down to his valley
farm carries with it the story of a struggle for
existence against peculiar odds.
Even under the best conditions farming is a
laborious occupation, and when the statistician
tells us that but little more than four per cent,
of the land in Norway is under cultivation he
states a significant fact. In truth, it is a sort
of here-and-theie agriculture, a "farming in
patches," as a clever observer once called it.
Nature is niggard with her stretches of flat land,
although she has painted the cliffs and vales
with colours that skilful artists fail to duplicate.
At one isolated spot you come across a plot of
grass almost ready for the sickle or scythe ■; in
homestead belov. by wire. Here the greatest
amount of effort is made to secure the grass
growing in the widely-separated patches among
the hills, and in many cases vegetation is
luxurious. The farm-hand's sickle lets not a
blade of grass escape, and every inch of land
is shorn of its natural product. Where vegetation
grows in dangerous places the labourer works
at considerable risk, but no risk is considered
great where grass may be gathered. Should
the proportions of his upper farm-land be
generous the farmer, in convenient places, stores
his hay in sheds, to be conveyed later to the
valleys by means of wire, and thence, if neces-
sary, by sledges to his farm. The mountain
grass is rich and gives delectable flavour to
butter and cheese.
The Norwegian farmer's is a lonely life, to
From a P!ioto. by'
A BUNDLE OF HAY COMING DOWN THE AEklAL CABLtrtAY FKO.M I HE MOUNTAINS.
[Knudsen.
another a little barley or a field of potatoes,
and in the distance a patch of stunted corn.
There is no length to it all, no broad expanse
of land under cultivation, such as we see from
the train windows in this country, and one
marvels that the farmer manages to pay his way.
Higher up, in the hills above the fjords, the
farmer also makes his summer hay. When
winter is over he, with his flocks and herds,
resorts to the upper regions, and there tarries
late into the autumn, communicating with the
say the best of it, but it has its picturesque side.
The tourist who ventures to climb the hillside
to one of these "saeters" where the hay-making
is in progress, where herds of cattle are feeding
and the milk is being turned into butter and
cheese, will find interest not only in the hay-
makers, but in the intimate knowledge he will
get of Deasant life. The colour of the women's
dresses sometimes touches the picture with
beautiful effect, and in the hay - fields, where
the Norwegian lasses are industriously engaged
HARVESTING BY WIRE.
441
Front a t'hoto. by\
HARVEST SCENE ON AN Ul'LANI
[Knudsen.
in piling the new-cut hay upon the hurdles, the
scene is one of great activity. These hurdles, by
the way, are a peculiar feature of Norwegian
farm life.
Owing to the humidity of the atmosphere in
high regions, it becomes necessary that no time
shall be lost in getting the new-mown hay dried
and stored in the barns, and the hurdles— long
fences of rails and posts — have been devised as
the best means to the desired end. A Nor-
wegian farmer does not leave his hay to dry
upon the ground, for the giound is damp. He
therefore lets the sun and wind do the work.
He gathers the hay with a rake and hangs it on
top of, or between the cross-bars of, the hurdle
fence, and in a few short hours the drying pro-
cess is completed. When ground is plentiful
the hurdles cover considerable space, but in
limited plots small single hurdles are erected,
and the cutting around the hurdle stops when
that hurdle has been covered. When the grass
is dried another lot is mown, and thus the work
goes on. The men cut the grass, while the
girls shake it out and hang it on the bars.
Visitors to Norway are often puzzled over
the use of these hurdles, which stand out con-
spicuously in the landscape, and appear to have
been placed there as a protection against the
snow. They are roughly made and stand from
four to six feet high, the sticks on which the
bars are placed standing some four feet apart,
Vol. xiv.— 56.
the whole being bound together by birch withes
or string. In some fields they are thirty or
forty feet long, and are erected when the grass
is short. When not allowed to remain in the
fields throughout the year they are taken down
and stowed away for the winter, and are always
erected with considerable care. The Norwegian
farmer is well up to the tricks of old Sol, and,
knowing the angles at which the sun strikes, he
places his hurdle in such a position that the
sun casts its rays with immediate effect upon
both sides of the drying fence. When rain
comes the hay upon the top bar sheds the
moisture and protects the hay on the I mis
underneath. Rain, however, in the condition
of things, has little time to do much dan:
for the sun shines brilliantly and does its work
rapidly. One would hardly think that so much
philosophy and common sense could be found
in a mere structure of wooden bars. Yet there
it is, and time has proved its value.
In connection with this another point of
interest to our farmers deserves attention.
Periodically, during our hay-making . we
find reports in th< by
floods to the farmer, and no
arisen to estimate these losses in
Many thousand tons of hay in ti iave
n carried by floods from the farm-lands to
the sea, merely because the farmer was content
to let his hay lie upon the ground and her
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it up when the sun had dried it. From the
Norwegian farmer he could have learned long
ago the proper method of preserving a hay-crop
from such a catastrophe, and the means are of
the simplest kind.
Corn is dried much like hay, the hurdle, how-
ever, being done away with. After it has been
tied into sheaves it is attached to upright sticks,
which, in many places, cover the field in every
direction. These sticks, called " corn-stors,"
erected as they are in long rows or groups, give
a most curious appearance to the landscape.
Oats, barley, and rye are also cultivated, and in
certain places, owing to the curious meteorologi-
cal conditions, these cereals have been known
to grow and ripen in three weeks ! It is natural,
therefore, that the brief summer on a Norwegian
farm should be the busiest season of the year.
The women, who do almost as much work as
the men, are to be seen everywhere at labour,
and when, as is often the case, the peasants get
two harvests this work is unremitting.
What, therefore, the Norwegian would do
without his hurdles and his " lauparstreng " — ■
the name he gives to his aerial railway — it would
be difficult to guess. Were he forced, after his
day's labour on the hills, to bring his crop to
the valley by armfuls the job would never be
complete, though the sledge in winter and the
boat in summer help him not a little in the
transport of his crops. He tightens his wire by
means of an inexpensive windlass, and at the
valley end of the line the momentum of the
hay, or anything else he cares to send down, is
stopped by a natural buffer of fir-branches
placed upon the ground. As these branches
are elastic, the rebound of the bundle prevents
it from breaking to pieces. This ingenious
buffer also does good service in preventing
accident to life .and limb; for if, as some-
times happens, the farmer or a daring boy
wishes to cut corners and come down by wire
from the heights he can do it with almost
certain safety.
From a Photo. by\
THE CURIOUS "HURDLES" ON WHICH THE CROPS ARE DRIED.
[Kmidscn.
Lost in Wind Cave.
By Thos. L. Wright, of Bellefontaine, Ohio,
The story of an eventful holiday which, after a terrifying experience in a labyrinthine cavern,
culminated in startling fashion in the narrator's arrest on a charge of murder !
UR little old locomotive, after much
puffing and blowing-off of steam,
subsided with a dismal wail — a thing
dead. There was snow everywhere.
As far as the eye could reach along
the cut between the hills, undulating billows of
white covered the rails and rendered further
progress impossible.
"Stuck !" growled the person who officiated
as conductor. " You fellows will have to make
yerselves at home."
" When shall we get out of this ? I don't like
the look of it," said the commercial traveller
gentleman from Chicago, glancing out of the
window and noting that the trucks behind us
were fast disappearing under the drifts.
" Ask me somethin' easy," replied the
conductor. "Engine's right in. Besides, the
Empire State Express couldn't move through
them drifts. We're going back to Moose's to
wire for the rotary. Better keep up fire." And
with this parting injunction the two
trainman started
for the little station
two miles to the
east.
We were aboard
one of those abomi-
nations of Ameri-
can travel known
as a " mixed "
train. Traffic in
that particular por-
tion of Michigan
was not heavy, and
it happened on
this trip that but
four passengers
had braved the
inclemency of the
weather — four " the two trai -
men, all of whom
were travelling at this time by virtue of necessity.
The "drummer" from Chicago, evidently of
Jewish extraction, and a good fellow withal,
represented a liquor house, and had his samples
— potent factors for speedy introduction— with
him. The young man with the smooth face, who
occupied the greater portion of three seats with
his valises and great-coat, sold skirts to the
trade. My third companion was a large man
of generous figure, whose general appearance
seemed to indicate that he was not .1 . ommercial
traveller.
I presume that our forlorn condition renden d
us more sociable than is ordinarily the case
with strangers meeting on trains. At all events,
we were soon engaged in general conversation
and story-telling.
The large gentleman, who subsequently
proved to be a lumberman on his way home,
was tacitly accorded the honour of master of
ceremonies, and, as our sojourn in the snowed
up train threatened to extend into the night, we
settled ourselves to pass the time as comfortably
as possible. As we had all knocked about the
world more or less, we could recount personal
experiences of some interest.
The Chicago man told of an adventure with
footpads in St. Louis, and the skirt man dilated
at length on Chicago met!
time, with i il experii n<
the timberman's turn.
■( ientlenien. he said, "with yoi 1
I will give you the history of a rather u 1
if happenings which culminated in my
arrest for murder in Nebraska."
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I will reproduce the story of Mr. M , who
is in business in a large way in a northern city,
and whose veracity I have no reason whatever to
question, as nearly as possible just as he told it.
Some years ago the interests of the Detroit
firm of which I was at that time junior member
rendered it necessary for me to make a trip
to Western South Dakota. The duty of inves-
tigating certain mining claims of doubtful
value located in that territory also devolved
upon me by virtue of an arrangement our firm
had made with an Eastern correspondent. I
was at this time recovering from a severe illness
that had incapacitated me for work for many
months, and I felt
particularly anxious to
spend some time in the
Black Hills region of
Dakota in order to test
the far-famed beneficial
properties of the air
and water.
En route I stopped
at Sioux Falls for
several days, and found
the town in a state of
excitement owing to
the escape of a certain
Dr. A , a notorious
criminal and "confi-
dence man " who had
served time in different
prisons, and who at the
time of his escape had
been awaiting extra-
dition for trial in a
neighbouring State on
the charge of murder.
The matter passed from
my mind, however, and
I proceeded on my
journey.
In due course of
time my mission was
fulfilled. At a small
place near the Wyoming line I met a young
man by the name of Harris, who had abundance
of leisure time at his disposal, was well supplied
with money, and proved to be a congenial com-
panion whose knowledge of the country rendered
sight-seeing as much of a pleasure as it had
heretofore proved to be an arduous task.
After several days profitably spent in viewing
the mines, Mr. Harris suggested that we should
go to Hot Springs and visit that chef-d 'ceuvre of
mother Nature in this region — the Cave of the
Winds.
It is not my desire to attempt a description
A PHOTOGRAPH SHOWING THE HEAUTIFUL KOCK FORMATIONS OF
THE WIND CAVE.
of the natural phenomenon known as Wind
Cave. The story goes that the cave was dis-
covered by a cowboy in 1881, and received its
name from the fact that an ever- prevailing
current of air alternately flows first into and
then out of the entrance. More than three
thousand chambers have been discovered, the
largest of which covers three acres, and more
than a hundred miles of passages have already
been explored. Only one entrance to the cave
is known.
As we approached, the sound of the exhala-
tion of air from the entrance resembled distant
thunder, and it was not without some misgivings
that we allowed the guide to prepare us for the
underground journey.
Following the custom
of all those who had
gone before we regis-
tered our names and
addresses, so that
friends and relatives
could be communi-
cated with in case of
accident — a precau-
tionary measure of
which I, with my usual
ill-luck and character-
istic propensity to
blunder, was to be the
first to prove the
efficacy.
Harris had made the
trip before, and with
his general knowledge
of geology and the par-
ticular study that he
seemed to have devoted
to the varied and beau-
tiful rock formations,
together with his never-
failing fund of good-
humour, proved an
ideal companion for
such an excursion.
At a distance of
about one hundred and sixty feet below the
entrance we entered the first of the chambers,
concerning the many-hued beauties of which
volumes might be written. On and on we
journeyed, hour after hour, new wonders reveal-
ing themselves at every step.
At last, many hundreds of feet below the
surface and some miles from the entrance of the
cave, I performed, in all probability, the most
foolish act of my life — and that is saying much.
At that time tourists were allowed to carry
away specimens of the rock formation, a practice
which at present happily does not exist, as
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445
Wind Cave is now the property of the U.S.
Government.
My companions had proceeded in advance,
believing me to be close at hand. Observing a
particularly beautiful crystal, that shone like
a huge diamond, within reach from one of the
side passages, I hastened to possess it, and, as
I reached for it, dropped my
candle, which was instantly extin-
guished, leaving me in Egyptian
darkness ! To add to my dis-
comfiture I found myself without
matches or the means of striking
a light. I endeavoured to retrace
my steps, but in the excitement
incident to my position I
entered the wrong passage-
way, through which I has-
tened at top speed, placing
life and limb in jeopardy
at every step. Each
instant I expected to see
the candle - lights of my
companions, and at each
turn I met disappoint-
ment. I raised my voice
in prolonged shouts, but
by way of response was
only greeted by a thou-
sand echoes.
It is difficult for me to
convey an idea of the
horror of my position.
The desire of Harris to
reveal the rarest geological
formations had led him to
choose the most dan-
gerous and unfrequented
route known to the guide.
As far as exploration had
gone — and how much
farther no man knows — a
network of passages ex-
tends, honeycombing the
rock. At times preci-
pices, the depths of which
have never been sounded,
break the way. Again,
the most devious and complicated paths, known
only to one or two men, lead to lower levels,
down the most precipitous declivities. Had I
been in possession of lights and provisions
sufficient to have furnished an army with the
necessities of cave exploration, it is certain that
it would have been impossible for me to have
reached the open air, so extensive and perplexing
are the mazes of this subterranean labyrinth.
Having shouted myself hoarse, I became
sensible of the futility and danger of the course
AS 1 KEACHED FOR IT 1
CANDI I
that I had been pursuing, and, stooping, started
off on my hands and knees, carefully feeling
my way in order to avoid the unknown dangi
that I knew abounded in my path.
I presume that I became totally deprived of
self-possession. Hatless, and with clothing torn
to shreds and hands and knees bleeding from
contact with the sharp and jag
roi ks over which I had
blciJ and fallen in my mad rush,
it is certain that if the
of a flashlight photographer
i mild have been obtained
that time the negative
would have revealed the
most forlorn, dilapidated,
and terror-stricken in-
dividual west of the
Mississippi.
Presently the passage
narrowed, and when 1
endeavoured to stand
ct I found that only a
distance of about foui
separated the roof from
the floor. I struck my
head sharply, and witl
agitation or pain felt bl< m m 1
course freely down my
face from a cut in my
forehead. I had lost all
idea of time and direction,
but, fortunately, to some
extent I regained my self-
possession, and was en-
abled to escape but
narrowly an accident the
very thought of which
even now causes my
to blanch. Suddenh.
I crawled along, I found
my hands projecting into
space and myself at the verge of a
precipice and in the most immi-
nent danger of being precipil
into the depths of a subterranean
abyss. I recoiled, shudderinj
if with the ague, and, lying at full
length with my face to the edge of the roC
< hed as large a stone as I could
in my weakened condition and hurled it fi
me. With strained attention I 1;
any sound that would deno
iw. Although
is never experienced on I
prevailed, no sound of I
rock reached my i Thi
enable me to realize the terrible dangers that
beset my path, and I did not attempt to walk
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as I slowly and painfully endeavoured to
re-traverse the route over which I had but a
short time previously hurried with such mad
impetuosity. I continued in this manner for
what seemed to me to be an interminable time,
when suddenly a faintness overpowered me
and I lost consciousness. I had overtaxed my
strength — which, owing to my recent illness, was
not great — and had paid the penalty of undue
exertion and excitement. In this condition I
[ WAS 1)1
EKED E)Y IIAKKIS AM) THE GUIDE.
was discovered by Harris and the guide, after
having been separated from them about two
hours.
It appears that my absence was discovered
almost immediately, but, as several passages
extended in various directions, my companions
were unable to determine which one I had
chosen for my solitary explorations. Having
left a candle burning as a possible beacon light,
they hastened to institute a search — in a direc-
tion exactly opposite to the one taken by me.
After more than an hour spent in an effort to
discover my whereabouts it was decided to
return to the open air for assistance and lights,
and it was while hastening to arrive at the sur-
face by as short a route as possible that I was
discovered — by one of the many fortunate
chances of that eventful day — lying across the
pathway, still unconscious of my surroundings.
Harris carried a flask to be used " in case
of snake-bite," as he had facetiously remarked
at the beginning of the day. This was brought
into requisition, and, after a thorough rest, I
found myself sufficiently recovered to make my
way by slow degrees to the spot where I could
again welcome the light of day. Not wishing to
become the subject of the notoriety that would
surely follow should the story of my mishaps
become common property, I pledged my com-
panions to eternal secrecy ; but the possibility
that either Harris or the guide would wax
communicative concerning my adventures
was horrible to contemplate, and effaced tem-
porarily the memory
of the danger that I
had escaped and the
general unpleasant-
ness incident thereto.
I could picture in my
mind's eye future
tourists revelling in
the account of my
woes. I even con-
jured up a disturbing
possibility that points
of interest in the
vicinity might be
named with a view to
rendering immortal
the tale of my mad
rush. I fancied that
I could hear some
future guide an-
nounce: "The next
passage to the right,
ladies and gentlemen,
is the Fool's Foot-
path," or, " If you will
step a little closer
you will observe the Lunatic's Stumbling-
Block," to be followed by an account of my
disasters, with new and graphic details. You
will readily appreciate that I was not desirous of
lingering in the vicinity any longer than neces-
sary, and the next day found Harris and myself
in a little Nebraska village, with our names
inscribed on the register of the only hotel. I
had chosen this point at my companion's
suggestion, with a view to the complete recovery
of my strength before attempting my long
journey home.
The hope in which I had indulged, how-
ever— that my adventures had terminated — was
shattered in the most abrupt manner on the
third evening after my arrival. I had just
retired to my room for the purpose of making a
change of clothing when I heard the sound
of hurried feet approaching. The door was
violently thrown open, and I found myself con-
fronted by a six-shooter, held within an inch of
my head by a -determined-looking individual,
while a second man neatly adjusted a pair of
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447
handcuffs to my wrists, at the same time remark-
ing amiably, " Stand up now! No foolishness!
You come with us quietly or we'll blow the top
of your head off ! "
My captors turned a deaf ear to my demands
to know the meaning of this outrage. Harris
was away, having informed me early that morn-
ing that he was off to spend a day or two with
a friend in the interior. The landlord shrugged
his shoulders and walked away, and, despite my
protestations, I soon found myself for the first
and only time in my life on the wrong side of
prison bars.
The man who presented the revolver at me,
it appeared, was the sheriff of the county, and
his companion proved to be a detective from
Iowa. A warrant for the arrest of one A — — ,
alias half-a-dozen other names, was read to me,
charging me with murder, and it dawned on me
like a flash that I was
now in custody to answer
for the misdeeds of Dr.
A , the man who had
been held for a short time
at Sioux Falls awaiting
extradition, and whose
escape from gaol had been
described to me some
days before.
I refused point - blank
to go to Iowa, and the
sheriff of the county in
which the crime alleged
was committed was wired
to come with the neces-
sary extradition papers.
In the meantime I
started a habeas corpus
proceeding, which, how-
ever, was not heard, as
subsequent events ren-
dered the legal remedy
unnecessary.
It appears that the de-
tective had traced Dr.
A to various points,
and was satisfied that in me he had discovered
the object of his search. You will certainly credit
me with perfect frankness when I inform you
that the photographs of Dr. A , taken with
full beard,. would have resembled my own like-
ness had I at that time cultivated whiskers.
I must say that the kindness of the sheriff
was remarkable, especially when the fact is con-
sidered that he had every reason to believe me
to be a most desperate and dangerous criminal.
Books and magazines in abundance were
supplied to me, the sheriff's wife proved to
an admirable cook, and, all in all, I found the
rtainment provided by the county much
sup. rim of mine host at the hostelry.
( )n the third morning tin- Iowa sheriff arrived.
When he saw me h 1 his disgust in no
measured terms, and was obliged to admit that
he was as far from apprehending thi oils
Dr. A as ever.
My release was speedily arranged for. I v
pressed to remain during the praii ken
on, but 1 was anxious to recn the Mi
sippi, and 1 did not regain my mental equili-
brium until I arrived at Detroit.
Shortly after Mr. M- - concluded his story
wo were enabled to continue our journey. As
the locomotive grudgingl; along with her
enshrouded retinue of cars bumping and grind-
ing in the rear, one of the audi' marked,
1 WAS HOI IN'. THAT YOU WOULD NOT ASK! THAT Q
casually, " By the way, what b
Harris?"
"I was hoping," replied Mr. M
"that you would not ask that question. S
weeks after my arrival hoh
paper from the detective wh<
had made in SUCh a SUI1
Dr. A
alias was Harris, on a rai
was subsequently con'
life sentence He vas a pl<
i luded Mr. M , with
THE AUTHOR, THE REV. F. BIDDULPH CLIVE.
From a Photo, by IV. E. Foster.
The experience which befell a Church of England
clergyman while making the round of his " parish "
in the Australian bush. A skirmish with hostile
blacks was followed by a curious adventure at a wayside accommodation - house, where the
author managed to turn the tables in clever fashion upon a rascally thief.
lwm
HERE seems no hope of striking
the track to-night," said I to
my travelling companion. " Ten
minutes more and the light will
have gone. I think perhaps we
had better select a suitable spot for a camp and
off-saddle."
Flack, whose nerves were becoming some-
what shaken, was quite prepared to agree to any
suggestion I
made. He was
a townsman, and
had but lately
come as saddler
t o B , a
small township
where were situ-
ated my little
vicarage and
the "mother
church " of a
large and scat-
tered district.
Flack was a rare
good sort, per-
forming the part
of tenor singer
in my church
choir and often
accompanying
me to the outly-
ing stations. I
was glad to have
him, for I knew
that I was sure
IE AUTHOR IN HIS BUSH COSTUME.
of a good muster if he had only time to spend an
hour or so in ihe men's quarters before the service.
We were now on our way to a settlement
some fifty miles from the township, and, having
made a late start, intended to break our journey
at a small wayside accommodation-house about
half way. How we managed it I don't know, but
just before sundown we discovered that we had
left the right track and were following a cattle-
path which ran
out into a
swamp. After
making one or
two vain at-
tempts to strike
the bridle-track
again we decided
there was no-
thing for it but
to prepare for a
night in the
open.
"I heard them
say in the town-
ship that the
blacks are very
troublesome on
this road," said
Flack.
"Yes, they were
last year, but I've
not heard of any
raids being made
on travellers for
iPiwto. some months."
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449
" Weren't the Conns murdered somewhere
about here ? "
" Yes, and eaten too, so report says ; but
that's some years ago, and the blacks are now
becoming more friendly. It's only one or two
outlaws who remain hostile."
" Well," said Flack, doubtfully, " I don't half
like it ! Shall we light a fire ? It will be
awfully cold if we have to camp without."
" I'm afraid it will not do to draw attention
to our position by lighting a fire," said I. " I've
got one blanket, and we must 'go whacks.'
Fortunately I have rations for two days in the
pack-bags. We'll just hobble the horses and
trust to them not wandering far away."
After a rather comfortless supper of salt junk
and damper and a nobbier of whisky apiece,
we settled ourselves on the sheltered side of a
fallen tree and were soon sound asleep. We
could not have slept long, however, when Flack,
who had drawn close to me for warmth, roused
me with a start by springing from my side with
one wild yell of " Blacks ! " Then he dis-
appeared like a hare into the long grass.
velvety nose had, I believe, brushed Flack's
face. Waking suddenly, the worthy saddler saw
a shadowy form bending over him, which com-
pletely upset his ahead-
"I think we had better move on quietly to
another camping ground," I said, when the
terrified Flack appeared again, looking rather
sheepish. "Should any blacks be within 1
ing, they will have marked us down by our
shouts."
"I quite agree," said Mack. "Somehow I
think I should feel safer up a tree."
We accordingly moved on for some little
distance, and a fortunate move fur us it provi d.
Just as day was breaking we heard a rustling in
the thick grass not five yards away and were at
once on the alert. The odour of the Australian
black is very pronounced, and we knew without
raising our heads that some black fellows were
on our track.
Noiselessly I reached out for my revoh
which lay ready cocked by my side, and awa
developments. As the blacks passed by us we
guessed that our exact position was unknown to
MK DISAPPEARED LIKE A HAKfc.
THE LONG GRASS."
Sitting up, I beheld a spectacle which at first
sent a cold shudder down my back. Then I
went into roars of laughter.
" Come back, you old noodle," I cried ; " it's
only Pedlar ! "
My horse, Pedlar, had learnt that after
camp suppers there were usually stray pieces
of bread to be picked up, and was low
making his usual tour of inspection. His
Vol. aiv.-57.
them, but that they were making
for the spot from which the
shouts had come. When we
were satisfied that they were well past our
present location, we raised ourselves sufficiently
to see through a cluster of .
which we were lying. We saw two
cautiously taking stock of our s;
piled together near where we had fir
In the uncertain light of early dawn the bl
were trying to determine whether the saddles
were their quarry. They both stood stock still,
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with spears ready to strike at the least move-
ment. Raising my revolver, and taking careful
aim at the foremost of the two, I fired at his
upraised arm, letting off two other shots in
quick succession in the air.
The effect was exactly what I had anticipated.
Thinking they had fallen into an ambush, the
terrified blacks bolted without so much as a look
:i I don't know ; mine's all right." he replied.
" Well," said I, " mine has a most peculiar
flavour. I suppose my palate must be out of
order." Nevertheless, I drank the tea and called
for a second cup. Tasting this, I at once
remarked a difference. After the meal I got
up from the table with a yawn.
" I feel uncommonly tired," I said ; " I think
round. The arm of
one of them hung
helplessly down and
he left his spear
behind — a trophy still in my possession.
The sun was high overhead before we made
a start, as our pack-horse had strayed away from
the others, and it was fully three hours before
we came on his tracks. It was sundown before
we came up to the half-way accommodation-
house, both of us very tired. After hobbling
the horses and putting their bells on, we went in-
side the wretched shanty and discussed the usual
bush fare — salt junk, " billy " tea, and damper.
I must here mention that when on my
country excursions I discarded, for comfort's
sake, my clerical attire, and simply wore a shoot-
ing-coat and riding-breeches. I always carried
with me, however, a gold watch and chain,
which had a sovereign-purse attached to the
other end. The chain passed through a button-
hole in my coat. I noticed that the man who
acted as waiter glanced at the chain covetously
as he handed me my tea, but I thought no
more about it.
After taking a sip or two I remarked to Flack,
" VVhat's wrong with the tea, old chap ? "
1 FIRED A I HIS UPRAISED ARM.
I shall have to turn in. I don't much like the
look of the ' handy man ' here ; I hope he won't
' plant ' our horses. Good-night, Flack."
The sleeping-places allotted to us consisted
of two small rooms under the same roof, divided
only by a wooden partition.
The next thing I recollect was a vigorous
thumping on this partition and a plaintive voice
crying out, " Aren't you going to get up to-day ? "
With difficulty I aroused myself and sat up.
" I seem to have slept like a log," I muttered.
" I might have been drugged ! " On jumping
out of bed and looking round, I made the start-
ling discovery that I had been relieved of all
my valuables ! Watch, chain, rings, sovereign-
purse (including three sovereigns) — all were
gone ! Now, any Australian who knows anything
about this stamp of wayside accommodation-
house will understand not only the uselessness,
but the positive danger of making a fuss over
such a matter. So — wisely, as things turned
out — I said nothing, but paid my bill out of
Flack's purse and proceeded on my way.
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451
" What will you ao? " said Flack, when I had
told him of my loss ; " put the matter in the
hands of the police ? "
" Quite useless," I replied. " Even if the
police were inclined to exert themselves in the
matter, they would have small chance of recover-
ing the things, and would only place the thief
more upon his guard. I shall try and act the
detective on my own account."
Arriving in X , a once prosperous, but
now decaying, seaport township, we rode straight
to the main " hotel." It was only an hotel by
man for upwards of thr< • . I knew that
there would be many baptisms and possibly
some marriages to perform, as the bush people,
to save themselves th< ex] tnd incon
venience which a journey to "town
would often wait months until some mil
religion or other authorized person n
their way.
On the second day after my arrival I ■
rather nonplussed by a knock at the door ol
my room, and the appearance of ,;. "handy
man " whom I suspected of having stolen my
I was RATHER NONPI.1 SSED BY 1
courtesy; as a matter of fact it was the most
respectable of the three drinking-saioons which
the township boasted. Here I at once assui
my clerical garb, and posted notices to the effect
that Divine service would be held, and baptisms
and marriages performed, during the week. As
the township had not been visited by a cl<
watch : I
ight lie must r<
he did not, I i
ss had disguised m<
unknown to him. I
night of my arrival at I
the only light provided lush lai
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piece of wick floating in an open jam-tin filled
with fat— so that his ignorance of my identity
was hardly remarkable.
" Good morning, sir," said he, twirling his hat
and looking most uncomfortable. " I wanted to
see you on a little business."
"Oh, yes," said I ; "and who is the lady ?"
A man wanting to see me on "a little busi-
ness," I knew from long experience, meant only
one thing — matrimony.
" Well, sir, she's the lady at the Traveller's
Rest."
"Oh, very well," said I; "that will be all
right." I handed him the inquiry forms. "Fill
those in correctly and bring them at ten-thirty
to-morrow morning," I continued, " and I will
perform the ceremony. By the way, my fee for
marrying is five pounds."
" Five pounds, sir ! " he cried, in dismay.
"I'm a poor man. Can't you do it for less? I
haven't got so much ready money about me."
" Oh, very well," I said, carelessly. " I don't
make any reduction, except in special cases,
and I don't consider yours one. Of course,
you can please yourself, but if you are here with
the witnesses, and the documents correctly filled
in, I shall be prepared to marry you on the
terms I mention. Good morning."
My next move was to find my friend Flack,
whom I discovered in a shed at the back of the
" hotel " surrounded by a confused collection of
saddles, bridles, reins, pack-bags, etc. He was
rubbing his nose in silent satisfaction as he
thought of the shekels that all this work would
bring him.
" Look here, Flack," I said, " I want you to
' lie low ' for a few days. I think I'm in luck's
way. If I'm not mistaken our thief is going to
make things easy." Then I told him of my
late interview with the " handy man."
"A gold watch and chain," I said, "is too
precious a trinket not to be disported on one's
wedding-day. The man doesn't recognise me
because of my dress, but you he would know at.
once, so you must keep out of his way. If my
plan works out as I hope it will, you must
adopt some disguise on our return. The
removal of that unbecoming beard of yours will
be sufficient, I think, and make you passably
good-looking again."
"All right," laughed Flack, good-naturedly.
" You know there's little I wouldn't do for you,
even to sacrificing my auburn locks. By the way,
the yardman just brought me a side-saddleand said
it was from the Traveller's Rest, and that it must
be ready by Monday morning at eight o'clock."
'Yes, and so must we be," I replied. "I
intend to travel with the bridal party and spend
another night at the Traveller's Rest."
Sunday morning dawned, and foremost among
the congregation assembled to worship was
Gillanders, the "handy man," with his bride-
elect. Not the least conspicuous thing about
him, I noticed gleefully, was my watch-chain.
The service was ended and followed by the
marriage ceremony, everything being done quite
" decently and in order " even to the ring, which
I demanded to be " laid upon the Book, at the
appointed place, with the accustomed duty to
the priest and clerk " — a piece of ritual I did
not usually enforce, at least so far as the " duty "
was concerned. The usual congratulations
followed, and I was asked to join the wedding-
party and drink the health of the happy pair.
I soon became quite friendly with the wily
Gillanders, who was probably consoling himself
with the thought that the fee which I had
extorted from him would not long remain in
my possession, for I had casually remarked that
I should avail myself of a night's shelter beneath
his hospitable roof on my return to B . I
next proposed, my work in X ■ being done,
that we should set out together after an early
breakfast in the morning, and to this he cordially
assented.
I was up betimes, and, looking in on Flack as
I went to the coffee-room, found him engaged
in sacrifice. The "auburn locks" were lying
in a little heap upon the coverlet of the bed,
and the worthy saddler was even then engaged
in putting the finishing touches to the tips of
his moustache with a lump of beeswax.
" Now, Flack," said I, as I gazed upon his
changed appearance with approval, " my plan
is this : When we reach Clive's Waterfall you
must propose a halt for lunch, and I trust to
you to take Gillanders and his wife away on
some pretext or another, so as to leave me
behind for five minutes alone. You might
suggest that they should go and inspect the
Fall, which is little known, and said to be worth
seeing."
" What's your idea ? " said Flack.
"Well, it's more than likely that the stolen
property will be in their ' swag,' and, if so, it
won't be the work of three minutes to re-
cover it."
" I see ! " said Flack, grinning. " Well,
unless they suspect anything, what you want
will be easily managed. How soon do we start ?"
" Eight o'clock, sharp."
" Oh, scissors ! " exclaimed the saddler, in
dismay. " And I've not finished the side-saddle
yet. I've been counterlining it. I've left a
corner for these " — he held up his shorn locks
with a smile — " and I've made my charge
accordingly ; it isn't everyone gets their saddle
padded with human hair ! "
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453
By half-past eight we were well on our way,
Flack — who looked entirely different without
his whiskers — riding on ahead with Gillanders,
while I escorted the bride and drove our pack-
horse before me. Our animals were all fresh,
and by one o'clock we were off- saddling at
Clive's Gully. After opening the luncheon
I took out my watch and said, carelessly, " I
think, Gillanders, that we'll get on our way.
See, it's barely five o'clock, and the moon is full
to-night."
The man's eyes seemed about to start from
his face as he gazed at the watch.
" I shall be along this way again in about
basket, I undertook to
boil the "billy" while
the rest of the party ex-
plored Clive's Waterfall,
some hundred yards or so above the crossing.
Directly they had gone I set to work. In
less than two minutes I was in possession of
my lost property, finding it all carefully wrapped
together in a Kanaka handkerchief. _ Then I put
things to rights again, and was quite ready for
the party when they returned. At five o'clock
we rode gaily up to the Traveller's Rest.
Hitching their horses to the veranda posts, the
others went into the house to have a drink.
Before following them I hastily donned my
shooting-coat and replaced the watch in my
pocket as before. Then, stepping up to the bar,
DIRECTLY THEY HAD GONE I SET TO WORK
twelve months," I con-
tinued, watching his dis-
may with secret enjoyment
"If you haw any further
'little business' then, I shall he at your
service. By the way "-at this I opened my
sovereign-purse and extracted a coin " can you
give me change? No? Well, never mind.
Once bitten, twice shy, I suppose ! An
revoir ! "
"Ta-ta," put in Flack, as the dumfounded
Gillanders still stood glaring at us, without a
word to say for himself. "I hope the saddle
will give satisfaction. It oughl
work and good material count lor anythii
long, mate ! "
And so we left him.
She Jlasf Voya-gs of Tfre u Sfraftrmore.
r/
By Edward Preston.
A tragic story of the old days of passenger sailing-ships. First came mutiny and then shipwreck,
followed by seven months of suffering on a barren rock in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Such
terrible experiences as are set forth by Mr. Preston fortunately fall to the lot of but few setuarers.
N the 17th of
April, 1875, tne
full-rigged sailing-
ship Strathmore,
on board which
I was an apprentice or mid-
shipman, left the East India
Docks, London, and towed
down the river to the powder
ground below Gravesend,
where she was to take in forty
tons of gunpowder for Port
Chalmers, New Zealand,
whither she was bound.
After loading the powder we
hove up anchor and pro-
ceeded in tow to sea, in
charge of the Channel pilot.
There were on board one
hundred and six souls — first,
second, and third class pas-
sengers and crew.
On getting down to Dover
the wind came from the
westward, and the captain
decided to tow as far as
Peachy Head ; when we were
opposite that headland sail was
tug left us. Off the Start we
fishing- boat, which took the
soon after we lost
for ever, for most of
We got well
across the Bay of
Biscay and had
been out almost
days, when
morning it
discovered
there was
something wrong
with the men for-
ward. When the
second mate went
to the fo'c's'le to
see why no one
came to relieve
the man at the
wheel, he found
all the crew in- j.)om
MR. EDWARD l'KKSTON -
TAKEN JUST BEFORE THE
sight
made and the
fell in with a
pilot off, and
of the English coast —
us, as it turned out.
ten
one
was
that
HIE SAlLING-SHIl' " STKATIIMUU1'
toxicated, and they stead-
fastly refused to come out,
either to relieve the wheel
or to do their work. Neither
the chief mate nor the cap-
tain could enforce obedience,
and the mutineers dared
anyone to come below. Pre-
sently they began to fight
among themselves, and,
some of the steerage passen-
gers joining them, the place
became a veritable pande-
monium. This terrible state
of affairs lasted for a couple
of days, during which time,
fortunately, the wind was
light and steady, as there
were only a few men avail-
able to handle the ship.
On the second night the
mutineers seemed a little
quieter, and the second mate
and sail - maker descended
into the forecastle and found
them all drunk and asleep.
Seizing their opportunity, the
two men secured all the bottles of spirits
that were left and threw them overboard.
It was discovered that the crew had broken into
the hold at the forehatch and worked their way
gradually past the powder to the after-end of
the ship (where
spirits are usually
stowed for safety),
afterwards carry-
ing the cases for-
ward to the fore-
castle. They had
been working with
lighted candles,
and it was only by
a miracle that they
escaped blowing
up the ship, for we
found pieces of
burnt candle which
they had dropped
between the kegs
of gunpowder.
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STRATHMORE " SAILED
LAST VOYAGE.
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The following day the men, now in a half-
stupefied condition, once more refused to work.
The captain became very anxious, for he saw we
were in for a gale, and as we had every stitch of
sail set it was necessary to take in most of it.
There was nobody to do the work, however, in
the short time available, unless the passengers
could manage to help. Finally, about seven or
eight of the saloon passengers volunteered to go
up and try what they could do, and I must say
they accomplished their novel task remarkably
well. Just after we had got down from aloft
the mutinous crew were seen coming aft in a
body. They threatened that if the captain did
not give them more liquor they would smash up
the steering gear and disable the ship. They
were evidently in a very ugly frame of mind,
and meant all they said. The captain, however,
had expected something like this, and when the
mutineers got to the foot of the poop-ladder
they found themselves covered by the muzzles
of about a dozen revolvers, held by the officers
and most of the saloon passengers. The captain
When they found out that the course had
been altered, the nun i
demand the reason.
"You'll soon know all about it," said the
captain, grimly. "We're goin] ion,
where I shall be able to deal with you pn
The prospect of imprisonment cowed I
mutineers; they begged him to stand on .is he-
was before, promising that they would go to
work and give no further trouble for tin- rest o(
the voyage. The captain accordingly altered
his course again, as it would have entailed great
expense and loss of time to go into Lisbon.
After this things went on fairly well. Oil
getting to the Lquator Neptune visited the ship,
and the usual formalities were gone through.
Two or three days after this we fell in with a
Glasgow ship, the Loch Maree^ homeward bound
from Australia, and they lowered a boat and
sent some men on board of us to get some pro-
visions and take our letters to England. ( )t
course, the report of the mutiny on board our
ship went home, letting people know what a
THEY FOUND 1HE
•MM 1. Vis COVERED BY THE MUZZLES OF ABOI I A DO! '
then ordered the men to go forward, telling
them that if they attempted to put foot
on the poop-ladder we should shoot. The
mutineers therefore thought it best to retire,
which they did sullenly, still declaring, however,
that they would not work. The captain
accordingly made up his mind to alter the
course and run for Lisbon, where the mal-
contents could be given in charge.
narrow escape we had had of being blown U]
the gunpowder. Naturally, tl
ship became "overdue " and was finallj
at Lloyd's as "missing," pi
that the crew must ha>
again ami accidentally des
All went well with us until about the 24th
Line, when we were "running down
easting" in latitude forty-nine ssouth.
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came on very foggy, and the wind increased to a
heavy gale. No observations could be taken,
either by night or day, and we had" to rely on
dead reckoning for our position. On the night
of June 30th, at eight bells, the captain, knowing
he must be getting somewhere near the Crozet
group of islands, had sail reduced, and orders
into the boats, but before this could be done,
except in a few instances, the boats were all
carried away or smashed by the heavy seas which
were now breaking over the doomed ship,
sweeping everyone overboard who had not
made for the rigging.
It was so intensely dark and foggy that —
SHE KAN HER bOWS ON TO A BIG SUGAR-LOAF-SHAPED ROCK.
were given to the watch on deck to maintain an
extra good look-out and keep our ears open for
the sound of breakers. According to his
reckoning, however, the captain expected to
pass about twenty miles to the north of the
islands.
At 3.40 a.m. on July 1st the cry of " Breakers
ahead " rang out, and the helm was put hard-a-
starboard and the yards braced up. All hands
were called, but before some of them could get
on deck there was a tremendous crash, the ship
striking heavily right under the poop and breaking
her rudder. The next sea carried her over the
reef into deep water, where she ran her bows on
to a big sugar-loaf-shaped rock and immediately
began to sink by the stern. The water rushed
up through the saloon and forced the terrified
passengers, who were making their way up the
ladder, on to the deck. The ship was sinking
so fast that there was no time to attempt to
launch the boats or even to cut them all loose.
Orders were given to get the women and children
perhaps fortunately for ourselves — we could see
very little of what was going on around us. We
who had escaped being washed overboard all
got into the mizzen-top, where we huddled
miserably, not knowing whether the ship would
go down altogether or how long the masts would
hold. We were half frozen with cold and wet,
and our limbs were without feeling.
When daylight came we found that there were
twenty-four of us up the mast, and we thought
at first that all the rest of the hundred and six
souls on board had perished. Several of us
started to go down the stays to the main-mast
and then to the forward part of the ship, as the
vessel seemed to be higher at that end. We
thought, too, that perhaps we might be able to
get on shore. When we got forward we found
two more men holding on to the forecastle rail
on the port side, there being about twenty feet
of it out of water. To our dismay we dis-
covered that there was no chance whatever of
getting on shore, as a stupendous cliff, quite
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two thousand feet high, towered perpendicularly
above us.
Presently we noticed that one of our small
boats was floating in the heavy surf about twenty
yards off. Although her painter was fast to the
mast we dare not think of pulling her near the
ship, so about a dozen of us went up on
the foreyard and dropped
from it into the boat, which
was half full of water. We
had to bale constantly to
keep her afloat in the heavy
broken water, and it was only
by the good management of
the second officer that the
tiny craft ever lived. When
the boat was full — danger-
ously full — we pulled away
through the fog, following
the line of breakers as near
as we dare for about half an
hour, when we got into
smooth water, and knew by
this that we must be on the
lee side of the rock. We
kept coasting along the great
cliffs, looking in vain for a
landing - place. While we
were thus engaged the fog
lifted for a while, and we
saw a boat full of people
about a mile off. At this sight we raised
a feeble cheer, thinking the craft belonged
to some whaler and that we should soon
have assistance. We made straight for her,
but when we reached her found it was only .
one of the Strathmore 's four after-boats, which
had got clear when washed overboard. In it
were eighteen men and one lady, the only lady
saved. The party were in a very bad way ; the
MRS. WORDSWORTH, THE ONLY LADY
THE WRECK OK THE " STRATHMORE."
From a Plwto. by Window and Grove.
time. We took the lifeboat in tow and \
back to the land, but then
place, and that about t from the
water, when- we i ould make a 1
This we did one at a time, tl
members of the party (limbing ii|i !
hold of the crevices in the ro(
hauling their li
rades ashore with a r<
The unfortunates who bad
n I'll on the wreck had
to be thought ol next, and
the second mate j me
volunteers to k with
him.
While the small boat was
uing the crew and p
sengers left on the wi
few of us took the wal
ged lifeboat and went to
■ add pick up any-
thing in the way of pi
visions, but all we found
floating about were one ol
the pa; s boxes and
a case containing half- a-
do/en large tins of Keill
sweetmeats. The box yiel<
about half-a-dozen blank
a lot of silver spoons and
table knives, and also— the
irony of it! — a parasol, an antimacassar, and
two salt-cellars ! By collecting all the pi
wreckage we could find we gathered enough
firewood to last us about a month.
The mate returned at dusk with a boatload
people, who had had to drop from the mizzen-
top into the water to be picked up.
It was now too dark to attempt to r< -cue the
remainder of the people on the wreck. -• > watch
THE CROZET GROUP OF Isl ANDS, i HI
AND mini
boat was stove in and full of water ; they had
lost their oars and were baling for their lives.
The boat was fast drifting away from ttii land.
and her occupants were all but helpless with
the fearful cold, for it was freezing hard all the
was kept in the boal
from being
morning the small bo
took off thi
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leaving no part of the poor old Strnthmore
visible.
The first night passed on the barren rock was
terrible. We were in the open air, with nothing
to eat. and the temperature must have been
rounJ about zero. Fortunately the boat had
picked up a couple of cases of gin and rum, two
kegs of powder, and a cask of port wine, and
we used the liquor sparingly to keep the cold
out. One poor fellow died soon after we got
him on shore from the effects of the cold and
shock of immersion, and we committed his
body to the sea.
The next night it came on to blow hard from
the southward, and at daylight we found to our
us, and we had to dodge very carefully or they
would have hurt us badly with their long beaks.
They were quite strong enough to break a
man's arm, some of them measuring about
twenty feet across the wings We had
no difficulty, however, in getting near them,
and could knock them on the head with
clubs, which most of us had provided ourselves
with from the bits of wreckage. There were also
lots of other birds flying about — quite tame —
but we did not know their names. We caught
our birds by knocking them down with clubs,
when we skinned them and cut them up for
boiling in the sweetmeat tins we had saved,
using half fresh and half salt water. For the
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WE SKINNED THEM AND CUT THEM UP FOR BOII-INC.
dismay that our boats had been smashed to
pieces against the cruel rocks. This was a
great calamity, for we now had no chance of
getting across to a big island called Hog Island,
which we could see in the distance some fifteen
miles off. We had intended to go there because
there was no sign of wood for firing on the
rocky islet we had been wrecked upon.
We spent some time looking for caves to live
in, but there was not a single cavern anywhere to
be found on the island. We then took a boat's
mast up to the topmost crag and planted it as a
signal staff, in case we should see a passing
vessel. We found several albatrosses' nests on
the higher rocks, with a young one in each and
the old ones flying about. Whenever we went
near a nest the old birds would swoop down on
time we had food enough in the meat way, but
we felt the lack of bread and vegetables very
badly at first. Fortunately there was plenty of
fresh water on the rock ; the melting snow on
the summit made a brook of beautiful water.
We agreed among ourselves to keep a look-
out in turns on the top of the hill for passing
ships, and the one who had the look-out for the
day was exempt for the time from providing his
own food. There being no caves, we selected
as sleeping-places points where there was an
overhanging crag. We then built up an outer
wall of flat stones as high as we could reach, just
leaving a small hole at one end to creep in by.
When we went to bed we had to crawl in one at
a time, and pack ourselves like sardines in a tin
to keep ourselves warm.
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Thus two months passed away, with never the
sight of a sail to cheer us- -nothing but the
eternal panorama of barren rock and restless
sea. By this time the birds were beginning to
get shy and very scarce. Our clubs were of no
use, for the few remaining birds would not let
us get near them. We therefore had to carry
ammunition in the shape of stones, and soon got
marvellously proficient. We knew that if we
did not hit the bird on the head it would in all
probability get away and there would be no meal
for us, so we seldom missed.
From this time onwards things grew steadily
worse. We were starving — there was no dis-
guising the fact ; we could not catch birds
enough for half of us. A few days more and
there was not a bird left. This happened on a
Wednesday, and we had nothing to eat day after
day until Sunday night. Men looked into their
comrades' emaciated faces with sullen, question-
ing looks, and I dreaded some fearful outbreak.
On the Sunday night, however, the man on the
look-out came running down the hillside, calling
out, excitedly, " Birds, boys, birds ! " We
rushed out, and to our joy saw hundreds and
thousands of birds wheeling round the island
and alighting on the rock. Seizing our clubs,
we made for them, knocking them down quite
easily. It seemed as though they had never
seen a human being before, for they did not
make the least attempt to get away. We killed
a great number, and began to eat them just as
they were, for we were starving, and had no
means of cooking them at the time. These
birds were about the size of a goose, and we
had never seen any like them before. The body
was snow-white, and they had black wings from
ten to twelve feet across. A few of them had
pale blue heads and others had yellow beaks,
but the majority had white heads and black
beaks. Their proper name, I believe, is molly-
hawks, as we found out afterwards.
Just about this time one of our number met
with a curious adventure. He saw a strange-
looking thing like a little man climb out of
the water, and, being frightened at the apparition,
ran away and came to tell the rest of us about
the weird thing he had seen. Some of us went
to the spot and recognised the creature as a
penguin. In a few hours penguins began to
climb up on to the rock in great numbers.
Evidently the island was one of their breeding-
places, and after this we gathered as many eggs
as we wanted.
Meanwhile, day after day, we strained our
eyes watching for passing ships. A dull despair
had settled down upon many of the castaways ;
they appeared to think we were doomed to
spend the rest of our lives on this barren
rock, subsisting miserabl) on birds' flesh and
eggs.
Once or twice \s. sighted ships in the rj
tance, but they took no notice "I out frantic
signals. One ship passed ver) cloa to
nearly running on the rocks herself in
squall. She was so close that we could actuall)
see men running about the dei k. trim mil
and sails, and also a group ol passengers on
poop-deck. We went very nearly I i.t/y at the
sight, thinking our troubles were now over, but
she went away without even hoisting her flag.
Some of our party, in the bitter fury ol
appointment, called down curses upon her
because she took no notice of our signal
distress, which must have been plainly visible.
The skipper, however, evidently did not want
to lose any time ; he wanted to make a quick
passage out to Sydney, whither he was bound,
and would not waste time in taking us pool
wretches off. lor two months more we kept
up heart, thinking he might report us on his
arrival at Sydney, when the authorities would
have cabled to the Cape of Good Hope and a
man-of-war would have been sent to our rescue.
We found out afterwards that this inhuman
captain never reported the matter at all, and
even went so far as to tell his pass. that
we were not castaways, but only a party of
sealers, down there for the season. He told his
crew to say nothing about the matter, but
of his men did speak about it, and the captain
was put upon his trial. I am happy to say that
his certificate was taken from him. That was
all that could be done to him, although morally
he was nothing less than a murderer.
By this time our clothes were beginning t"
get very much the worse for wear. Some few
had to make clothes out of penguin skins, sewn
together with pieces of grass, or worsted un-
ravelled from socks or woollen clothing. The
life we were compelled to live told heavily on
us, and one by one the castaways fell ill and
died, till we had buried three victims ol that
unknown skipper's hard-heartedm
So Christmas (aim- and what a sorry
mockery of a Christmas party we w<
miserable band of weather beaten, en.
wretches, cast away on a barren rock
without a hope of rescue ! On ( 'hristm
to add to the utter wretchedm
another of the party died, and as
we wondered mutely how long
before we shared his fate.
On the 2 ist of January, just I
we sighted a vessel
Pell-mell we rushed up and
hoisted a blanket as a signal. W her
anxiously for half an h
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then we saw her turn towards us. I shall never
forget the sensations of that moment. We
began to hug one another for joy, leaping and
dancing like maniacs. Some of the party nearly
lost their senses when they realized that our
long and terrible exile was almost at an end.
When the ship got close enough she lowered
two boats, and we saw she was a whaler. The
captain himself came away in the first, and
when he got as close as he dare to the rocks he
asked us if we could speak English. He then
asked how long we had been on the island, and
when we told him seven months he could hardly
believe it, saying he did not know how we could
have existed. He
then sent us some
beef, pork, and
biscuits ashore by
means of a line
which he threw
to us. We next
clamoured for
tobacco, which he
had had the fore-
thought to bring
with him. He
told us he could
do nothing more
as it was coming
on dark, but he
would take the
lady and any sick
men off with him
that night. We ac-
cordingly lowered
them down to the
boat by ropes, and away they went, promising
to come back in the morning.
The next morning, which was remarkably
bright and fine, saw the rescue of the rest of us.
We were at once taken on board the whaler,
where we received every attention and kindness
from Captain Gifford and his wife. We sailed
away that morning, bidding a last farewell to
the island where we had spent so many weary
months, and where some of our unfortunate
comrades lay buried. On the morning of the
26th of January we fell in with a Liverpool ship,
the Sierra Morena, bound for Kurrachee, which
took off some of us, and the same after-
noon we sighted
another Liverpool
vessel, the Chil-
ders, bound for
Rangoon, and the
captain of the
latter agreed to
receive the re-
maining twenty.
So at length, after
some delay, the
various survivors
returned home, to
the great astonish-
ment and joy of
their relations,
who had never
thought to set eyes
again on either the
passengers or crew
of the ill - fated
Strathmore.
WE ACCORDINGLY LOWERED THEM DOWN TO THE BOAT BY KOI'ES,
Six Cyclists Among the " Boxers."
By the Visi ouni di Soiss( ins.
How six plucky cyclists set out to ride from Tien-Tsin to Pekin just before the "Boxer" outbreak;
how they fell among the " Boxers " and captured their arsenal ; and how, after a succession
ing adventures, they finally accomplished their journey.
UST three months before the famous
march of Admiral Seymour to relieve
the besieged Legations in Pekin, and
at a time when the whole country
was in a state of ferment, six Euro-
pean cyclists ventured on a journey from Tien-
Tsin to Pekin on bicycles. Although it only
took a short time, the ride proved the reverse of
uneventful.
The names of these daring enthusiasts were
as follows : M. A. Houillon, a Frenchman,
professor at the Imperial College of Medicine
at Tien-Tsin ; M. Jean Blase, also a French
man, director of the Franco-Chinese Com-
mercial and Industrial Company ; Mr.
R. Stewart, an Englishman ; M. B. Loup,
a Swiss ; M. Edouard Jean Melgard, a
Frenchman ; and Heir J. Brunger, a
Dutchman. The first four rode a quad-
ruplet and the last two a tandem.
The six men left Tien - Tsin on the
morning of the 14th of April, and reached
the capital of the Celestial Empire on
the 15th, at eleven in the forenoon.
It was not exactly a record - breaking
achievement — one hundred and twenty
miles in thirty-one hours ; but cyclists
who hastily jump to this conclusion are
probably thinking of performances on
good roads, where there are no hostile
" Boxers " to reckon with.
The travellers, thinking that the country
through which they would have to pass
was quiet, left Tien-Tsin in the grey of
the morning at four o'clock, flitting like
ghosts down the streets. At the city gate
they were stopped by a sentry.
" Where are you going ? " he asked.
" To Pekin," said M. Blase.
"What for?"
" For fun."
" People don't go to Pekin for fun."
" I tell you we are going for fun."
" No, you are not ; you are smuggling
whisky."
"Oh ! That is what you want, is it?'"
said M. Houillon, laughing. " Here is my
flask ; have a drink."
The Chinaman drained it to the bottom.
"Now I will let you go 011! but
take care not to frighten tin- old women on
road."
I aligning at the gatekeepi r's < Celestial m
of getting a drink, the party went on. B
they had gone many paces, however, 1 1 . . r<
chorus of shouts, for the large ma< hine li.nl
bumped into a rock and sent its riders sprawling
in the dust. They got up, rubbing then
and then proceeded a trifle more can-full). I
a while they got on all right, and then, ah<
they saw a string of old women carrying bund
So quietly did tin- cycles come up that ti
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not heard. Then the old hags dropped on their
faces, screaming with terror — all except one, who
sprang at the strangers, and, hanging on to
M. Loup by the leg, pulled him right off
his machine. The others dismounted and found
the Swiss seated on the ground and his captor
swinging her big hands menacingly, while the
European sat gazing at her in amazement,
until she woke him up by a sharp slap on
the ear. The effect was magical and un-
looked-for, for it not only displaced his eye-
glasses, but his false teeth fell out !
The old woman dropped on the road, cower-
i n g down in an
ecstasy of terror.
"Do you see,"
she wailed, "he
takes out his teeth
and throws his eyes
at me ! Take my
chicken and my
eggs, but don't take
me."
The discomfited
Swiss saw his oppor-
tunity, for it was
evident the woman
took him for a
demon. In a
moment he became
majestic, and, col-
lecting his property,
got on to the cycle
again, saying in
Chinese, while his
late assailant
shrieked with
fear :—
"Then do not
again attack super-
natural beings ! "
After this en-
counter the party
rode on, or, to speak
more correctly,
bumped on, for the
neglects its roads with
truly wonderful.
Imagine to yourself a sandy strip studded
with hollows and rocks the size of a man's head,
alternated with ruts nine inches deep. Such a
road is not exactly the ideal track for bicycle-
riding, and at their sixth tumble Mr. Stewart
could not help exclaiming : "Well, these China
men have got a decent amount of cheek to call
this an Imperial military road."
After a long and dismal run the party reached
a village and entered the house of a man who
was reputed to be enormously rich. This pluto-
HE CUT THE STRING THAT HELD THE CORK DOWN.
Chinese Government
an assiduity that is
crat told them he would show them his greatest
treasure.
The travellers went into the room indicated,
but to their astonishment all they saw were half-
a-dozen bottles of soda-water. The rich China-
man assured them that there were only ten more
in existence.
This was too much for M. Melgard.
" You don't believe that, you old duffer, do
you ? " he cried. " We can buy these for ten
cents each in my country."
The old man looked at him, sighed com-
miseratingly, and then, tapping his head signi-
ficantly, whispered
audibly to the
others : —
"Is his box
cracked ? "
The excitable
Frenchman, hearing
the remark, flew into
a rage, whereupon
the Chinaman, wish-
ing to appease him,
asked : —
" And what do
you do with them ? "
"This !" shouted
the Frenchman, and,
opening one of the
bottles, he drank its
contents before the
eyes of its astonished
owner. The pro-
ceeding interested
the Celestial, and
taking up a bottle
and a knife he cut
the string that held
the cork down.
There was a yell, a
curse in Chinese,
and the good man
sat down heavily
on the floor. Five
seconds later he got up, his face trickling
with soda-water, and one eye closed where
the flying cork had struck him. He eyed
M. Melgard savagely, and seizing a sword from
the wall told him he was going to cut his ears
off. The sight of a revolver, however, pacified
the enraged Chinaman quicker than all the
words in the dictionary, but, nevertheless, the
travellers deemed it prudent to depart on their
way, leaving the plutocrat grumbling among his
soda-water bottles.
Before they had gone more than three miles
they observed a number of suspicious-looking
men lurking among the bushes by the roadside,
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and therefore hastened their pace. This move
was observed, and presently, immediately
behind them, about fifty men armed with pit< li
forks and old guns came pouring on to the road.
Over their heads fluttered a black flag with a
yellow tiger on it — the " Boxer " standard.
The cyclists flew on at top speed, for the band
looked dangerous. At the bend of the road a
house came into sight. Suddenly, as luck would
have it, one of the cycles bumped heavily, and
with a bang a tyre punctured !
" We will stop at the house, get inside,
and defend ourselves if necessary!1' yelled M.
Houillon.
They got inside the door of the hut, but in
the very first room were fiercely attacked by
three men, whom Mr. Stewart soon placed
hors de combat with his revolver.
" Now, you who didn't bring revolvers, strip
these beggars of their weapons and barricade
the door," he cried. " I told you there would
be a row, but you wouldn't listen ! "
In a moment the door was barricaded and
some of the men scattered to the different
windows, while the others made a hasty search
of the house. In the inner room, to
their surprise, they found quite an
arsenal of weapons — swords, revolvers,
cartridges, and, most curious of all, a
Gatling gun and ammunition.
"Hurrah!" yelled Mr. Stewart.
" We'll fight the scoundrels with their
own weapons. We have stumbled into
a Boxer storehouse, I suppose."
Loup and Blase, who were at the
window watching their pursuers,
now reported that they had stop-
ped some way off, evidently dis-
mayed at the capture of their
arsenal, but that more men were
coming up every moment.
Suddenly a shot rang out and
a bullet struck quite near the
window. Then, with wild yells,
the Chinamen charged towards
the house. Fortunately, Stewart
and Houillon were old soldiers.
The one had served in Egypt
under Kitchener, and the other had
been a lieutenant of Cuirassiers :
and the mechanism of the Gatling
was an open book to them. In a
flash they had run the gun to the
window, loaded it, and turned the
handle. The weapon spat out a
vicious hail of bullets, and half-a-
dozen of the assailants fell, while
the others scattered, yelling im-
precations.
" ( 'arry all the w
ordered Mr. Stewart, who had now taken I hi
of affairs. " We must tal.
they'll smash up 1 r in no time, and
shall have to retreat up then . Put the
on the stan we may hai 1 1 ;ish
for it if they set fire to the plai
His orders were promptly carried out, while
Herr Brunger hastily patched the dan
and had hardly finished his task when tl
was splintered by a blow from an .1
Four of the party rushed upstairs to fire down
on the assailants ; while Stewart and Houillon,
each armed with a pair of revolvers and a
Chinese sword, waited downstairs. Both
fine fighters, and Houillon had passed as 01
the best blades in his regiment. They waited
for the Chinamen to get in, and meanwhile I
constantly through the broken door. Their
comrades upstairs were shooting rapidly. Pr<
sently the door 1 ame down with a crash, and in
a moment the Chinamen poured in and the two
were, fighting furiously, steel gritting on
C( mtinually.
Suddenly the great pressure from in front •
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stopped by the deadly roll of the Gatling, which
was being fired downwards by the party upstairs.
Those who did not fall before the leaden hail
ran away, and five were left in the hall killed or
wounded. As the last man fell Stewart yelled :
"Quick ! Take weapons and plenty of ammuni-
tion and get ready for a bolt. We must run the
gauntlet ; the place is untenable."
In a few moments they were ready, and then,
stealing quietly out at the back of the house,
they skulked along the road for a hundred yards
under cover of the trees and bushes, expecting
every moment to be seen. Fortunately, how-
ever, they were not observed, and mounting
their machines they flew like the wind.
Once on the road they were soon perceived
and as quickly pursued, the Boxers running
across the fields to cut them off. In a few
minutes it became apparent that flight was im-
possible, and so the little band dismounted and
prepared to sell their lives as dearly as possible.
rilE DRAGON MANDARIN ! YELLED THE DOXERS.
The Celestials came pouring out of the bushes
and soon surrounded the cyclists. They were
about thirty in number, but did not come in
close, except now and then when they made a
rush, for the raking fire from the revolvers was
not to their taste.
Presently, however, inspired by their leaders,
they got bolder and pressed home fiercely.
M. Loup was stunned by a blow, and things
were beginning to go the wrong way with the
little party when they heard a heavy thumping
on the road and, as the noise came nearer, the
jingling of swords and accoutrements.
" The Dragon mandarin ! " yelled the Boxers,
as forty horsemen, led by a giant youth, fell on
them like a thunderbolt.
Seeing help at hand, Houillon and Stewart,
their soldier blood now fully up, flew into the
fight as well. Ten minutes later the few sur-
vivors of the Boxer band were running in all
directions, closely followed by the mandarin's
men. The ground was littered
with bodies, and five prisoners
lay bound by the roadside.
" You were nearly devoured
by these hungry hounds," said
the young mandarin. " I have
hunted them relentlessly because
of their depredations. Are you
hurt ? I see your clothes are
torn."
" No ; we are not hurt,"
replied Stewart, " but one of our
friends was stunned by a blow
from the broken haft of an axe."
The others now came up and
thanked the mandarin for his
timely help.
"Oh, I only did my duty,"
he said, "and if I can do any-
thing for you I shall be pleased."
" Then tell us if the country
is safe farther on, and if not
give us a few guards," said Mr.
Brunger.
"There is no need now that
you are on my territory," replied
the official, " for I have wiped
out all such vermin."
After a few more remarks
the cyclists took leave of their
rescuer, who stopped behind to
collect his men and to execute
the wretched prisoners.
The road was now less sandy,
and the machines went well for
nearly four miles. They crossed
a river on a ferry-boat, and then
toiled on again, for the wheels
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began to sink into sand once more, and they
had to stop every thirty yards or so to get their
wind. When night fell, instead of reaching
Pekin as they had hoped, they found themselves,
at eight o'clock, still about thirty miles from
their goal. Arrived at a hamlet, they halted out-
side the Chinese equivalent of an inn and told
the owner they wished to put up there.
" You can't come in," he replied, bluntly.
" Why not? " asked M. Melgard. " Do you
think we are smuggling whisky ? That trick
won't wash ! "
" No ; you are robbers," replied the polite
Celestial, "and the Dragon mandarins would
cut off our noses if we gave you shelter.
Look ! You are armed with
knives and swords, all covered
with blood, and your clothes are
all torn."
" That's because we were attacked
and your mandarin rescued us,"
said Stewart.
But the Chinaman refused to
believe such a tale.
" Look here," said Melgard,
menacingly, "give us a room or we
will cut your pigtail off ! "
The man, frightened at the threat,
immediately opened the door, and
they spent the night in the tumble-
down place. Poor Loup met with
a dreadful adventure. He heard
a fearsome rattling in the middle
of the night, and opening his eyes
saw by the door a tall figure with
an awful face, Carrying a s\v<»nl in
his hand.
The terrified Swiss let oul
like a Red Indian, whi< li woke tin
others up immediately.
He had a bad quart r of an hour
after that, for tl inspii
apparition Ik- had seen turned oul
to lie nothing more than a blanket
hung to a hook on the
which were suspended an old sword
and a Boxer mask.
The party l( ft early the next
morning, not very refreshed, and
aching from their exertions o| the
previous day. The thirty miles to
the capital, however, were soon
covered, and they made a sensa
tional entry into Pekin, passing
through the gates amid the yells of wonder ol
the inhabitants, for they were apparently the
first cyclists who had ever entered the Imperial
city.
" Ho-ya-hoi !" ("Come, have a look '. ") yelled
the people, and the police, thinking a street row
was in progress, came hurrying up to quell the
riot.
The travellers were heartily welcomed by thi
European residents of the city, and after resting
for a day went back to Tien-Tsin by rail.
I do not think, however, that any of thi
would care to make the trip under similar eir-
cumstances again. For a cycling tour it \
perhaps, just a little too exciting.
[Photo.
IN THI i'ElvI.N.
Vol. xi\
59.
vSlrv\nb
An amusing contribution to the eternal " servant question." Mrs. Maitland has spent thirty
vears in France, and here describes some of her tragicomic experiences with French domestics,
who have sundry little peculiarities of their own.
Y life for the last thirty years has
been spent, with brief intervals,
entirely in France, and, although
friends in England have congratu-
lated me on living in a country
where there is no "servant question," yet my
adventures with my domestics have been many
and peculiar.
There is no "servant question" here in
France because neither Frenchmen nor French-
women have the dislike of domesticity that
English people have, and also, perhaps, because
I'rench servants are not considered to be in any
way interior to their masters and mistresses, nor
do they consider themselves so. It is a little
difficult, indeed, to inspire your French
domestics with the conviction that they are
not paid friends of the family. They have
a knack of what my American daughter-in-
law calls " chipping-in " to dinner-table con-
versations, and when you tell them to do
something they deem inexpedient will argue the
point hotly. I remember being an hour late
for a ball at the Embassy in my younger days,
because my maid — Eugenie, her name was—
wanted me to wear an aigrette in my hair instead
of a tiara. During the argument she took my
hair down, and refused point-blank to do it
up again until I had agreed to wear it as she
wished !
" Madame, perhaps, will now agree that I
hava more the sense of what is fitting in the
artistic disposal of madame than has madame
herself," said Eugenie, with dignity.
Of course, an English maid, however good,
would have been dismissed for such a piece of
obstinacy, because one would have felt that
after its success she would become insufferably
self-assertive. But there was no fear of any
such thing with Eugenie, and as she explained
apologetically next morning, when she brought
in my morning chocolate and I had told her of
the compliments the dressing of my hair had
brought me, " I was extremely sorry to speak to
madame in just the tone I used, but it was
necessary for madame's own good. I am the
artist of madame's appearance, after all." You
couldn't be angry with a woman like that, could
you ? And in one sense she was right, for she
certainly was an artist to her finger-tips.
But nobody who has not lived well away in
the provinces in France, in the heart of the
country — where the nearest town is twenty miles
away and is only about the size of a big English
village when you have reached it — has any idea
of what the " servant question " in its French
form may become."
I can remember (it would be more correct,
perhaps, to say that it would be difficult for me
to forget) a year which I spent in the heart of
MY FREN( II SERVANTS.
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Normandy, when my husband and I were young
married people, and were economizing while he
waited for an appointment. The Normandy
peasantry are anything but stupid, out their
ignorance is absolutely astounding. Added to
this, they have a code of politeness all their
own, and a natural distaste for giving a straight
answer to a straight question. We used to
amuse ourselves on our first arrival by asking
Martin and his wife Felicie all sorts of point-
blank questions, for the mere pleasure of seeing
the way that they would wriggle out of them.
"Is there any need for the charrette anglaise (a
low dog-cart) this morning, Martin? Can I
take madame out in it until lunch-time?"
" Perhaps there is, and perhaps there isn't,"
Martin would say, thoughtfully; and if we used
the cart we might be certain that he would
complain afterwards that he had wanted it to
fetch something, and we should have to go with-
out that something because we had used it. If,
on the other hand, we didn't use it, neither the
cart nor Victorine, the dappled grey mare, would
move out all day, to our intense annoyance.
But during our year's residence in the country
it was the politeness of our servants which gave
us the most trouble. On no account would
they put us right when we did wrong, but in
their heart of hearts they looked upon us as
poor heretics who didn't know things, and who
must be looked after in spite of ourselves. I
remember one Friday having three or four
friends down from Paris. We had not been at
Les Tilleuls very long, and I had hitherto
allowed Felicie an absolutely free hand as to
meals — which, by the way, she understood
exceedingly well in her own homely fashion.
But as we had friends coming I wanted things
to be particularly nice, and gave Felicie my
menu.
We got back from the station barely in time
to tidy up for dinner, and when we reached the
table both our friends and ourselves were
hungry and were glad when the hors-d\vuvres
were carried off, for the inner man craved some-
thing more substantial after our drive. The
something more substantial did not come, how
ever. I nodded and frowned at Felicie and
Martin, but both of them stood waiting patiently
as though they expected the rest of the dinner
to come in by itself. " Felicie," I said, at last,
finding that nods and signs were useless—
" Felicie, the fowls."
Felicie looked at Martin and Martin at
Felicie, and then both of them looked at me.
" Is it the fowls ? " they said, together.
"Yes," I said ; "be quick."
Martin grew very red and nudged his wife,
and Felicie grew redder still and nudged him
back. I begged my guests ne, and
hurried out into the kitchen, where there had
evidently b< . I thought, but
there had been no catastrophe, onli
no fowls. Furiously angry, as at
keeper would have been, I Martin
and Felicie for an explanation. "Wh<
the fowls?" I said, "and whi joint?"
for as a treat both to ourselves and to
English guests, who had been living on .< I r< nch
hotel diet for some weeks, and would, 1 ki
appreciate it, I had resolvi a joint
of roast beef as Normandy could produi
Neither Martin nor Felicie would ansm
She stood there rolling the < orn< r of her apron
and looking as though she would like to 1
and Martin stood beside her, stolidly counting
the buttons on his waistcoat. My husband
talked more French than I, and I went !
and called him out. Me it was who, after much
vain effort, finally extracted the reason for the
dinner's non-appearance. It was a Friday, and
Martin and Felicie would not allow us to
imperil our immortal souls by eating meat on
that day of the week ; while, on the other hand,
as I had not thought of ordering fish — and this
was not obtainable any nearer than Octeville,
nine or ten miles away — there was no fish !
That evening we dined off Martin ami Feli'
own dinner of potatoes, peas, and cream, and
very good the dinner was, served with the sain
our hunger gave it, while Martin and Felicie
feasted upon bread and cheese.
When a French servant doesn't understand
just what you mean, or does not see the usi
something you have ordered, she quite refusi s
to accept it upon trust. As a ru will try
to explain it to her own satisfai the
mistakes she will make, rather than ask for in
formation, are delightful. I have said " she.'
but the same thing applies in an even n
vivid form to the male domestic, who, lord 1 I
creation that he is, would scorn to ask for 1 \
planations of a mere female and a fop
female at that.
1 rememberat my first dinner-party on
amusing incident. I had ordered the fit
I iow Is to haw warm water and a tin)
lemon in them. As I gave the ordei I
an exchange of glances between Baptist
Marie. I hardly know why. but th
saw made me think something might
and. knowing that I should nol
questioning them. I de< ided to :
en petit, and told them !:
glasses, prepared as I had
luncheon table. I must I
glass had arrived fron
dined at home. When, at tl
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Baptiste solemnly appeared with the ten finger-
glasses on a silver tray and set them down
beside us, it was all we could do to keep a
serious face. After some confabulation he and
Marie had come to the conclusion that hot
lemonade was what we wanted, and lemonade
he had accordingly brought !
1 explained that for our guests hot water with
by a girl who had been recommended to me as
particularly bright by a friend in the country.
1 sent her out to buy some postage-stamps, and
after two hours she returned to ask me where
she ought to go for them ! Postage-stamps, it
appeared, in the part of the world from which
she had come, were got by favour from one
tradesman or another, or from the postman
a slice of lemon would suffice, and forgot all
about the incident. After dessert next evening,
however, I was anything but gratified at a titter
which ran round the table as the finger-glasses
were put on. They looked all right, and I was
wondering what could possibly be wrong, when
I heard Baptiste whisper confidingly to the
man beside me, " Don't drink the lemonade,
monsieur ; it isn't good ! "
In spite of the undoubted intelligence of the
French bourgeois class, and the natural gifts of
educated French men and women, there is no
doubt that the uneducated classes are intensely
stupid, far more so than our own lower classes.
Stupid is, perhaps, not exactly the word to use,
but ignorant they are, and that to quite an
extraordinary extent. I have often had servants
who could neither read nor write. I have never
had one who could spell properly, and some-
times the most extraordinary questions have
been asked me. One of the oddest was asked
NEITHER MAUTIN NOR FELICIE WOULD ANSWER.
when he came. Such a thing as a post-
office was outside her range.
It is, however, when she starts
housekeeping in Paris that the young
English - woman finds how difficult
housekeeping may be. At first, after we
left the country, my husband and I lived in
an hotel, but after a month or two of this we
became very tired of it, and resolved to take a
small furnished flat. A bachelor friend of my
husband's, a Frenchman, lived in this way, and
had so vaunted the delights of a femme de
mknage that we resolved to try one.
" I must plead ignorance," I said. " Femme
de menage means woman of the household, does
it not ? Is that a charwoman ? "
" Yes and no," was the reply. "You pay her
by the hour, by the day, or by the month, and
her peculiarity is that she is invariably there
when you don't want her, keeps your flat spot-
lessly clean, is very indignant at the number of
plates you dirty when she is not there to see you
do it, and acquaints the entire neighbourhood
with your peculiar mode of living."
We^got rid of Mme. Menage at last because
my husband found that we had begun to attract
MY FRENCH SERVANTS.
too much attention" in the neighbourhood. Her
duties ended early in the afternoon, and we did
not see her again until the following morning,
when her first work was to prepare our baths.
The necessity for a bath every morning was to
her mind something which needed explanation,
and, being a lady of imaginative powers, she
wove a whole romance about the fact and told it
to the neighbours, until it was impossible to pass
French people, too, have a
saying anything which may
trouble, and therefore, even
former employers, they will, as
tell you of a servant's faults.
When we took our first flat i
the wretched cupboards up
which were let with the flat and
name of servants' bedrooms
469
great dislike of
them into
when you
a rule, omit to
iid saw
untler tl
dignified by the
I resolved that
fili^^lll
' SHE TOLD IT TO THE NEIGHBOUR.
our concierge without hearing whispers of fearful
import. I have no doubt whatever that some of
Mme. Menage's thrilling stories of our mysterious
doings between the early afternoon and bedtime
eventually found their way to the ears of the
police.
Soon afterwards we definitely settled down in
Paris, moved into a larger flat, and set about
engaging two servants, cook and femme de
chambre. I found the French registry office a
very different affair from the same thing in
England. The servants here made no attempt
to ape their mistresses, but when I came to
examine the written characters they showed me I
found myself in a quandary. There is a curious
French law which forbids masters or mistresses
giving bad characters to the servants who leave
them, and in consequence, according to her
written certificate, every French servant is a
veritable treasure.
our cook and femme de chambre should sleep in
the flat with us, and set aside a room for them
for that purpose. But what I had imagined to
be a favour and a kindness to the girls was not
received as such by any means, and one evening,
on our return from the theatre, when my
husband had left his key at home and we 1
for admittance, we found that neither cook n<>i
maid was in. This led to ii ations, and
we found, to our amused surprise, that tl
in the habit of camping out in the
preferring this liberty to creal
To tell you all the troubles I have had with
my servants would require a full '
versation, and the
various misdemeanours would fill a volui
Drunkenness is rare among Freri ind,
being so, it is a curious fact that drunkenness in
servants is, perhaps, mori ! than in
other stratum^ ty. One of our maids had
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the complaint. We found it out one evening
when she upset a little Empire cabinet upon
herself, and in three minutes managed to
destroy over a hundred pounds' worth of old
china. She was sent about her business there
and then, and for a fortnight afterwards bills
simply poured in from every wine and spirit
merchant in the neighbourhood.
We found half emptied bottles of cognac and
rum in all sorts of odd corners of the flat, and
when the new girl came and took possession of
her predecessor's sixth-floor kingdom she found
four empty bottles and two nearly full ones of
Jamaica rum hidden in the recesses of the bed !
It is a little difficult at first for English folk in
fiance to realize that menial service does not
imply servitude. Your English servant looks
upon herself as of a lower class than are her
mistresses and masters, and when she ceases so
to do she either becomes impudent or gives up
service. In France this is not so. Any French
servant will, if she considers
herself unjustly reprimanded,
answer back and argue, and
such answering back and argu-
ment are not considered
grounds for dismissal. The
law and both mistresses and
servants look upon servants
as employees, who
receive wages,
bed, and board for
work done, a busi-
ness arrangement
which implies no
lower caste, and I
am not certain
that the system is not a good one. I rather
believe, too, in the sixth-floor rooms for servants,
although these might be made more comfort-
able. I am inclined to think that if some
such solution could be found in England, if
servants could live out and have a reasonable
amount of freedom when their day's work is
over, we should hear less about the eternal
" servant question " than we do.
In Fiance this trouble, as I have said, hardly
exists at all. When women meet they, of
course, compare notes and troubles ; but, taken
all in all, service is better done in Paris than in
London. The smart Parisian maid is not
always entirely honest, the smart Parisian cook
is rarely so ; but French housekeepers add a
certain percentage for what I may call " admis-
sible dishonesty " to the household expenses,
and one gets used to it. After all, the dif-
ference is not so great between the sou in every
franc which Paris tradesmen give your cook and
the "Christmas-
box " which most
tradespeople give
your cook in
England. My
own experience is
that good mis-
tresses make good
servants, and that
it is from the
bad ones — in
France as in every
other country —
that we hear the
a w f u 1 tales of
domestic trouble.
" SHE UPSET A LITTLE EMPIRE CABINET UPON HERSELF.
An Anglo-American Expedition in Abyssinia.
By Frederick W. 1. mi i i
Being some incidents of an interesting trip in Menelik's domains made by Lord Hindlip and Mr.
W. Fitzhugh Whitehouse. Illustrated with Lord Hindlip's own photographs.
NE February morning Lord Hindlip
left Victoria by the eleven o'clock
boat express on a sporting trip in
Abyssinia. At Paris he was joined
by Mr. William Fitzhugh White-
house, a young and wealthy American, who had
already done some extensive travelling in
Menelik's country. Together the two travellers
proceeded to Marseilles, where they embarked on
a P. and O. steamer, and ten days later reached
Aden. There some time was occupied in
collecting stores, engaging boys, and in paying
calls on officials, and then, after a few hours'
delay, they left for Zeila on board the British
mail-boat Woodcock, reaching that port at nine
the next morning. The tide was so low that
the ship's gig was unable to land the passengers,
who had to be carried ashore in chairs.
Armenians— the caravan was started off into
the interior under the escort of two native poli< e,
with instructions to await its leaders at the h<
of the railway, which was then at Adigalla, > ighl
days' march in the interior, to which plao
was the intention of the white men to proc
by train from the terminus at Djibutil.
Meanwhile, the two Europeans, who had n
been joined by Dr. Bell, as medical
sailed along the coast to Djibutil, the French
port, some five hours distant, and the star!
place of the railway which the French engin
were pushing with all speed in the direction ol
Menelik's capital.
Lord Hindlip describes Djibutil as a badly-
organized and mismanaged town, consisting >>t
stores and peopled chiefly by officials. Its trade
is very small, and is generally more or less
From a
MALI •• i;i GGALOWS" RACI
The first photo, was taken from the deck of
the Woodcock, and shows the exciting race
which always takes place between the Somali
"buggalows," or trading boats, in their endeavour
to first reach the steamer and sell their
merchandise to the new arrivals. From Zeila
a miserable hole, inhabited by two thousand
Somalis with a sprinkling of Greeks and
disorganized. Arms and ammunil
ely among the imporl
admitted, and find their way up
Somaliland, and up to nikul i
The Mullah undoubtedly got n
like supplies through this i hannel.
A lew days later the travel
the seven-thii
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not proceeded far before gazelle were spotted
quite close to the line, whereupon the engine
was stopped, while passengers, drivers, and
everybody shot at the game through the windows
of the carriages.
The railway, which at this time was one
as many white officials as there were on the
Uganda railway.
For some distance from the coast the line is
well constructed, and there are fine bridges, but
beyond the section referred to quality is being
sacrificed to speed. Every other day a fast
THE DJIBUT1L EXI'RESS-
From a]
-SHORTLY AKTER STARTING A BAND OF GAZELLE WERE SEEN, WHEREUPON THE TRAIN WAS STOPPED
WHILE EVERYONE JOINED IN THE HUNT !
[Photo.
hundred and fifty miles long — half in French
and the rest in Abyssinian territory — runs
through a very poor country. During a halt
for lunch near the frontier Lord Hindlip took a
snap-shot of the fine engine, which seemed so
entirely out of character with the bare and wild
African landscape. During the journey a Somali
was found on the line with a badly- crushed
arm. He was taken aboard and next day
dispatched to the coast for the amputation of
the limb. The line, which is intended to tap
the rich province of Harrar and divert all the
trade to the French route, is making phenomenal
progress, it being the desire of the French
engineers to get the line completed with all
speed. Evidence of this was to be found in
the fact that when the expedition some five
months later again struck the railway on the
return journey the railhead was then at Harrawa,
some sixty miles farther in the interior.
The greatest activity was being observed, and
shiploads of rails, cars, etc., were constantly
arriving at Djibutil. The rails were being taken
up in sections, completely riveted to the
sleepers. The line, which is eventually to go to
the Abyssinian capital, has been surveyed right
through, and will shortly reach a point north of
Harrar. It is not intended to connect with
Harrar itself, but a transport road between that
town and the railway was being constructed.
Immense gangs of labourers were working all
along the line, and there were at least three times
train runs between Djibutil and Adigalla. The
journey is not altogether an uneventful one, for
now and again the train has to be brought to a
standstill before it can negotiate the gradients.
Once it stopped while the driver and guard
leisurely descended and placed stones on the
line in order to give the wheels the necessary
grip. The jolting was at times almost past endur-
ance, and during each trip all nuts and bolts had
to be tightened three or four times. While going
round a curve a man who was sitting with his
legs dangling out of a waggon door was precipi-
tated on to the line, but by some lucky chance
escaped unhurt except for a gashed forehead.
One of the things which' most struck the
travellers was the " toughness " of the French
railway employes, who fearlessly go out into the
fierce African sun and seem none the worse.
The station-master at the terminus of Adigalla,
by the way, was an Italian count.
From the railhead the expedition proceeded
to Gildessa, which was reached after six hours'
hard marching over very hilly and stony
country. Soon after camp was formed the
local governor, or Shum, escorted by a number
of troops headed by a standard-bearer, visited
the strangers. Though not prepossessing in
appearance, he was intelligent and friendly, and
seemed to much appreciate a whisky and
" sparklet " which was offered to him. At Gildessa
the expedition came to the first armed post in
Abyssinian territory, and before this could he
AN ANGLO-AMERICAN EXPEDITION IN' AB [A.
From a
A CAMP OK THE EXPEDITION IN THE DAN1KUI. COUNTRY/
passed permission had to be obtained from the
capital. This necessitated a detention of two
days. When permission was received the jour-
ney was continued. In due course the Gugurra
country was reached, and for a time some un-
easiness prevailed in consequence of the attitude
of the people, of whom the porters and camel-
men were very frightened. The natives attached
to the caravan became so nervous regarding the
close proximity of these people that the
travellers thought it well to build a zareba at
night for protec-
tion, but this pre-
caution proved
quite unneces-
sary. The above
photograph
shows the camp
in the Danikul
country.
Near here the
explorers had a
good deal of
trouble with a
chief named
Tambaca, who
did his best to
delay the expedi-
tion and to place
difficulties in the
way of getting
camels, etc. The
old man while in
the camp com-
plained of pain
in the stomach,
Vol. \i\. - 60
but
which su itly
by bl 1
Hind lip
the ' I.
villain
with a hook nos< and
1 1 rot nidi :
lip. I b is, Iio.m ■-.
a man of much influ-
ent ■ . and only a w<
or two before the
arrival of tl van
collected two thou-
sand mounted men
for the purp
raiding an adjoining
- mali trih
It was with a s<
of relief that the travellers turned their ba
on this part of the country, but a strict watch
was kept until the whole caravan was clear of
the district. During the march the Gallas and
other tribes through whose territory the route
lay evinced much interest in the movements of
the travellers, and the next picture shows a
group of natives who came down to the cam])
to be photographed.
There was a considerable amount of traffic
on the road between Gildessa and the capital,
l I'll, I to.
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believers in
and it will
the
be
A NATIVE
.MOVING — EVERYTHING, INCLUDING THE HOUSE,
From a Photo.
this including large quantities of ammunition on
its way to Menelik's arsenal. The belongings of
some of the tribes are but scanty, and their
"household removals "are of the most primitive
description. Eord Hindlip took a number of
photographs of a tribe " moving," and the
picture we reproduce above shows the head
camelman of the expedition standing beside
and firm
evil eye,
seen that the woman
standing near the camel-
man has carefully covered
her head while facing the
camera.
The next photograph
shows a camel -changing
station on the road to the
capital, and two members
of the expedition taking
observations. The site
of the station was only
marked by a ridge of
stones, but a number of
cases of merchandise were
found lying around quite
unprotected, which pre-
sumably had been left by
some caravan while en
route to Adis Ababa.
Although probably con-
taining valuable merchandise, they had remained
quite undisturbed. While much of the country
traversed was bare and open stony land, there
were large districts of jungle and thorn through
which the heavily-laden porters had to pick their
way. The crossing of swollen rivers, too, was a
serious and often slow business. Of one of these
experiences Lord Hindlip says: —
THE PATIEN1 DONKEY.
IV
&
From a\
A CAMEL-CHANGING STATION ON THE KOAl> TO THE CAPITAL
[Photo.
some Oderali women who are removing their
camps. The ribs of the native tent may be
seen carefully packed with the household
furniture and cooking utensils on the back of a
donkey. The natives are very superstitious
" A bitter rain was descending in torrents and
struck very cold through our thin shirt-sleeves.
The water rushed down the hillsides like a
mountain brook, and made going very difficult
as we slowly descended to the plain, where the
AN ANGLO-AMERICAN EXPEDITION IN ABYSSINIA
water lay over our boot-tops. Soon we arrived
at a stream which probably two days before had
been a dry nullah, but which was now a deep
and broad river with the waters running like
a mill-race. Our headman plunged in and
managed to get to the opposite bank after
being carried some distance by the current.
The other men followed and passed over the
rifles and stores. Finally it came to my turn,
and, catching hold of a long turban-cloth, the
other end of which was held by the headman,
I commenced to wade through the icy water.
Instantly I was carried off my feet and was up
to my neck in water, but retained my hold of
the cloth, by which I was dragged across and
eventually landed with chattering teeth and wet
to the skin on the opposite bank. It was pitch-
dark before the whole caravan had crossed, and
it was with feelings of relief that we saw the
camp light and turned in under our drenched
canvas for a night's rest."
By the middle of April the travellers reached
Tadechimulcha, where they struck the telegraph
line running between Harrar and Menelik's
capital, and on the following day arrived at
Chobe, where there is a telephone station con-
necting with Adis Ababa. They were thus able
to speak with Colonel Harrington, the British
Resident. As the caravan approached the
capital the roads became thronged with men,
women, and children, each smelling worse than
the other as the result of continually eating red
pepper and daubing
with
oleaginous sub-
themselves
thick
stance. A multitude
of people — approxi-
mately about five
thousand — were also
passed travelling to-
wards the coast with
Ras Makonnen.
Three days after
leaving Tadechi-
mulcha Lord Hindlip
and Mr. Whitehouse
reached Balchi, a
collection of wattle
huts erected on a pre-
cipitous hill, and were
regaled with Abys-
sinian bread and
honey. Two days
later, after some hard
' marching, they arrived
at the British Resi-
dency at Adis Ababa,
where they were cor-
dially received by
Colonel Harrington, who ,itai
and much-needed lunch. 1 he Bi
is a new and commodious bui!<: -her
a series of buildings -with lar§ and
gardens and a fine compound. I
in a number of circular huts with that< hed
all connected by covered corridors. Mu< h
the wood used in the building in. A few
days after their arrival in Adis Ababa
travellers had an audience of Menelik.
"At two o'clock in the afternoon," said 1
Hindlip to the writer, " we rode out to the ( libi,
or palace. After waiting for some ten min
in the audience chamber we were conducted to
the Emperor's apartment. His Majesty was
seated cross-legged on a pile of cushions, attired
inflowing robes of white silk and a black silk
jacket richly embroidered in gold. On his h
was a broad-brimmed soft hat. On entering wi
were introduced by the British Vice-Consul
through an interpreter named MacKelvie, an
Irishman who was captured at Magdala and has
since become as Abyssinian as the Abyssinians
themselves, and were accommodated with chairs.
Around Menelik were grouped a numb
high functionaries in more or less gorgeous
raiment.
"The Emperor is a man of medium height,
with an intelligent, kindly, and honest face. I [i
is sixty years of age, and his hair and beard are
streaked with grey. He is, too, deeply pitted
with small - pox. He was most affable, and
P)\'ll: a\
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b i in a\
A CEKEMONIAL VISIT TO KIM; MENK1.IK.
f
readily agreed to allow us to shoot in his
country. After presenting some gifts to His
Majesty, we left. The following day we were
invited to be present at a great feast, and early
in the morning — attired in evening dress, as
shown in the picture — we rode over from the
Residency.
" After the usual delay we were ushered into
the banqueting-room, where we found our host
reclining on his throne, over which was spread
a red velvet canopy eighteen feet square, having
embroidered on it a golden ' M ' surmounted
by an imperial crown. On the dais and to the
right of the Emperor
was a pile of Abys-
sinian bread, while a
short distance off, but
still on the platform,
which was screened
from the rest of the
building by heavy cur-
tains, tables were laid
for His Maj-esty's
European guests. All
around were grouped
members of Menelik's
Court.
" After the formal
introductions we were
conducted to our
tables and partook of
an excellent and well-
cooked meal. The
menu included clear
soup, rissoles ot meat, From a\
cabbage and mutton, maca-
roni, hard-boiled eggs and
pepper, and omelettes,
washed down with cham-
pagne, tej, araki, claret, and
burgundy. The Negus him-
self, who sat at a table apart,
ate but sparingly, and when-
ever he drank his attendants
carefully shielded him from
the public gaze. Grouped
around the Emperor were
his great officers of State,
and in front of these atten-
dants held up pieces of raw
beef, from which the guests
helped themselves, cutting
off portions with a knife.
One end of the shreds they
placed in their mouths and
then severed the piece from
the main joint.
" At the conclusion of
our meal we drank our
host's health, and then the curtains were drawn,
disclosing to view a great hall over a hundred
and fifty feet long and about a hundred feet
broad, into which poured officers and soldiers.
This crowd immediately squatted round low iron
tables and at once set-to to dispose of their jugs
of honey beer and to hack off the shreds of raw
meat from the quivering lumps of flesh which
were handc d around. At the conclusion of the
orgy the State trumpeters performed a fanfare
and we took our leave."
After a very pleasant stay at the capital the
travellers struck south with the object of skirt-
[P/zoto.
Hf mwth
ssnHBnwMwc
CROSSING LAKE ZWAI.
\Photo.
AN ANGLO-AMERICAN EXPEDITION IN ABYSSINIA.
A NATI\ E MARKE
From a]
PEOPLE
FORE.
HEREABOUTS HAD NEVER SEEN A WHITE
I Photo.
hlbt
a numb
nati
and pi
them with th< "
I. mi lirit.
I hi party, hi
suffered no in<
v< nient e from supei
natural
After visiting som<
new country in the
direction of th
Lord Hindlip, Mr.
Whitehi mi Dr.
Bell returned to the
i apital, and eventually
reached th t at
I )jibutil some months
later.
ing the chain of lakes some three hun-
dred miles south of Adis Ababa, some
portions of which were now visited for
the first time by Europeans. A week
after leaving the capital, passing en route
the sacred mountain of Zaquala, after a
descent of several thousand feet the
expedition reached the shores of Lake
Zwai, which in places was extremely
shallow. In the photo, on the previous
page the caravan is to be seen crossing
a portion of this lake, the shore of which
is inhabited by primitive fishing tribes.
To the north Menelik keeps a fleet of
over three hundred rush-boats. Hippo
tracks were seen on all sides, and im-
mense numbers of pelicans, flamingoes,
and other long-legged birds were on its
shores.
Early on the morning of the day
following their arrival the travellers
came upon a market, which is shown
in the above snap-shot. Many of the
people round this lake had never seen
a white man before, and at first they
bolted like rabbits at sight of the
strangers. Later, however, they became
more accustomed to their presence,
and proved to be friendly and intelli-
gent.
Later, the expedition visited the
VValamo country, described by Captain
Welby as a "devil-infested zone." The
From a\
THA I
The Princess's Proposal.
THE STORY OF AN UNCONVENTIONAL COURTSHIP.
By Carl Hertz.
The famous juggler, who has travelled all over the world, here tells of an exciting experience
which befell him in Borneo. A savage Princess signified her desire to marry him, and would
brook no refusal ! The infatuated lady, however, reckoned without Mr. Hertz's ingenuity.
By means of a clever deception he escaped from this embarrassing imbroglio, leaving the
Royal lady to mourn what she deemed his tragic end.
FEW years ago — in 1896, to be
exact — I was appearing at a place
called Surabaya, in Java, when an
experience befell me the like of
which I have no desire to have
repeated.
It may be difficult at first for stay-at-home
folk to adequately realize what an eventful life
is that of an habitual globe-trotter such as myself,
and what strange incidents go to the composi-
tion of it. The curious story I am about to
relate is but one of many such experiences —
almost inevitable to the traveller whose business
takes him through savage and uncivilized
countries.
Well, while appearing at Surabaya I received
STREET SCENE IN JAVA, SHOWING ONE OF MR. HERTZ? PI.
Frotu a Photo.
an intimation that my fame as a wonder-worket
had travelled a considerable distance and had
become known to the Royalty, nobility, and
gentry of a remote district of Borneo of whose
existence I had never before heard. This inti-
mation took the form of a kind of " command "
performance, which I was instructed to give at
the palace of the King, or chief, of one of the
many tribes of Dyaks.
Now, no public performer objects to this sort
of summons, but upon this occasion it was not
to be a gratuitous performance, as I was hand-
somely remunerated for my time and trouble.
Needless to say, under these circumstances, I
was not loth to have the honour of mystifying
a ruling potentate, whatever his colour might be.
As may be supposed,
magic is a form of enter-
tainment which appeals
strongly to the somewhat
benighted minds of savage
peoples. In fact, the
natives of these remote
regions are not to be con-
vinced that the deceptions
and illusions you practise
upon them are anything
but genuine demonstra-
tions of supernatural gifts.
This has been my experi-
ence upon innumerable
occasions.
Packing up my baggage
I set off for Borneo,
accompanied by my wife,
an interpreter supplied
to me by the British
Consul, and my assistants.
I carried my own scenery,
and my apparatus, as may
be imagined, was some-
what bulky.
Havinsr arrived in
nil-, wall. ° _
Borneo, the first stage or
THE PRINCESS'S PROPOSAL.
479
our journey up-country, a distance of fifty miles,
was made on horseback. We then had to cross
a river by boat, when we found ourselves within
a short distance of our destination. We were
met upon our arrival by a considerable retinue
from the King we had come to visit, and con-
ducted to a very handsome building of stone
and marble. This was the Royal palace. Here
we were allotted comfortable quarters and, after
we had settled down, were shown the chamber
wherein the entertainment was to be given.
This was a large and handsome apartment, with
a platform at one end which did duty for a
stage. Upon this I erected my "fit-up." There
was also a kind of raised dais a short distance
from the stage, at the side, situated diagonally,
with a somewhat lower platform beneath it.
This I conjectured — as afterwards proved to be
the case — was for the accommodation of the
King and the members of his family and suite ;
for in Oriental countries it is beneath the dignity
of a ruler to appear in public lower
than, or even on a level with, his
subjects.
The night of the performance
arrived, and the .hall was crowded
with a vast assembly of natives
and an imposing array of digni-
taries. The King, in all his regal
splendour, sat upon his improvised
throne, breathing dignity and
benignity, while at his feet reposed
a young lady of opulent charms,
clothed in a costume that was
pretty where it was noticeable, but
on the whole might be described
as somewhat scanty. Whatever
her own people may have thought
about her, she was not pretty from
a European standpoint — to put it
plainly, she was decidedly ugly.
The young lady, I learnt, was the
King's favourite daughter. Al-
though I did not know it, this
Princess was destined to cause me
much distress.
The show went off splendidly ;
the natives received the illusions
with undisguised awe. Every
now and then, I noticed, the
Princess and her illustrious papa
smiled appreciatively, turning up
of their eyes and displaying their fine, glisten-
ing teeth.
The thing that bothered me most was the
peculiar form the Royal applause took. It was
not that which I was familiar with, caused by
clapping the hands together, but was a fo-m of
appreciation wholly strange to me. The King
himself indulged in a kind of natural
chuckle, varied occasionally by a rnal
explosion, as though h<
of laughter, which my tri< I illy igni
But the Princess signified 1
series of sonorous grunts, wliiih [was at first in
doubt whether to construe as an indicatioi
contempt or appreciation.
After a time, however, I 'hat I ■
a big success. Most of tin- tmks that 1
performed appeared to cause genuin ish-
ment, particularly when I found money in
air and upon the garments of persons who
had heretofore never been known to pos
any. I felt that I was rapidly making
name with them.
My entertainment concluded with an illusion
called "The Phoenix." 'n this my w
enveloped in drapery, stepped into a cauldron of
fire and appeared to be burnt alive, her place
being taken by a skeleton, which in turn gave
the whites
way to my wife, who reappeared i
This trick in particular rin the
admiration of the grunting Prin
eloquent look of affection in n
kind of proprietorial gaze, it
the time.
I gave altogether tic
the Royal household, varying the tricks at each
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MR. CARL HERTZ, WHO HERE TELLS OF THE EXCITING EXPERI-
ENCE WHICH BEFELL HIM IN BORNEO.
From a Photo, by Charles &f Russell, Belfast.
show, the wonder of my audience, and their
respect for me, seeming to increase with
each successive exhibition. In a measure
this was very gratifying, but the sequel was
certainly not so, as you will presently see.
At the conclusion of
the third performance I , _____
was made acquainted,
in a very short space
of time, with several
distinctly unpleasant
facts. The interpreter,
a half-caste gentleman
who had accompanied
me from Java, an-
nounced that he had a
Royal message, or man-
date, to deliver. Now
in civilized countries,
when a "command
performance takes place,
it is the custom for the
principal artistes
to receive at the
hands of their
distinguished
patrons some
kind of souvenir
of the event.
Some such pre-
sentation I was
expecting upon
the occasion in
question, but I
u«K .
HER ROVAL HIGHNESS DESIRES TO BE WEDDED TO YOU.
STZ, WHO PLAYS A 1'ROMINENT PAR
HER HUSBAND'S STORY.
From a Photo, by Charles &* Russell, Belfast.
never dreamed for an instant that it could
possibly be anything so precious as I was desired
to accept. Said my dusky interpreter, stolidly: —
" I am commanded by the Princess to inform
you that Her Royal Highness desires to be
wedded to you ! "
That was all. To say that
I was staggered at this infor-
mation is to put it mildly. My
wife was present
at the time, and
stood in open-
mouthed aston-
ishment. I could
only conclude
that my dusky
friend was play-
' ing a mild little
joke on me for
his own amuse-
ment, so I burst
out laughing,
winked, and was
about to com-
plete the plea-
santry by digging
him in the ribs
when I noticed
a serious look
spread over his
saturnine coun-
tenance. Then
my laugh began
to weaken.
THE PRINCESS'S PR0P0SA1
" It is no laughing matter," said the inl
preter, gravely. "The Princess is not used to
having her wishes thwarted. It is also a serious
matter to offend her Royal father, and to cross
one is to cross the other."
I then learned that the Princess was desirous
of marrying me, not so much from affection's
dictates, but on account of my supernatural
qualities. A man who could find money where
none was ever known to exist before,
and who could cause at will a conflagra
tion in which undesirable persons might be
disposed of, was not to be despised, and a
decided acquisition to a lady
who was destined to rule a
nation.
This was all very fine, I
thought; but I did not want
my domestic affairs to be com-
plicated in this high-handed
fashion, so I protested that 1
was married already, and was
therefore ineligible to become
a member of the
Royal family, much
as I appreciated the
honour extended to
me.
The interpreter
conveyed my objec-
tion to the Princess,
returning shortly
after, and, with a
look of gratification
which annoyed me
exceedingly, con-
veyed the cheerful
intelligence that the
fact of my being
married was not
regarded as any
obstacle to the
union by the Prin-
cess, who would be
glad to be a sister to my wife, or to any other
wives I might desire to have ! So polygamy
was one of their customs ! I had forgotten
for the moment that I was in an Oriental
clime, but now I realized all the more for-
cibly into what a hornet's nest I had stuml
and bitterly regretted that I had ever been
induced to display my skill at deception before
this dusky daughter of a savage King.
My wife, naturally, indignantly repudiated the
proffered sisterhood, and went on to
what she thought of the Princess and her tribe
in general, but I deemed it as well, under the
circumstances, to temporize. After much cogita-
tion, therefore, I consented to wed the Princess.
Vol. xiv.— 61.
I-H1S 1NTEKPKETER CONVEYJ
At this news the interpi
visibly I learned 'hat his <,w n |"
ol mind and bod) \
thing went wrong with tl ut I
a >ked that the nuptials n
ance for a few d This v.
and then 1 lost no time in sounding ti.
preter to his lowest depths on thi t, in
order to try and find a loop!
Hut, instead of the result inspiring me with a
sense of security, it only served to increase m\
alarm. 1 was informed that refusal oi t.ulure
to carry out the required ceremony would !><■
attended with con
siderable risk, inas
much as tin; King
in question had the
power to ( onscripl
into his •• army
any foreigni r to h<
found within his
dominions in time
i il war. If 1 offended
the King by r<
ing to wed the
1'rinress he might
summarilyconscript
me, in which
i the I
himself had no
power in the matter.
If the worst came
to the worst I might
even he ruthlessly
shuffled out of this
mortal coil. Rulers
of the class of the
King of a tril
Dyaks are gi
autocrats than the
Czar of All the
Russias. doing
much as they p
in their own terri-
tory and being left religiously alom ally,
the anxious interpreter advised me. as a n
il 1 was determined not towed the Prill
devise some means whereby I m it a
secret retreat through the m< k ol
some sort.
Turning this advice over in m; 1 al
saw away out of the dilemn
to give another perform. m. e in
•• prior to my marriaj
duly assembled, with
nting Princ. ss how I
her' present in their usual ■
retreat was already mapped out
for; much of my " was going on ahead
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even during the performance in charge of assis-
tants who had instructions to make for- the river,
on the other side of which lay safety.
Everything went off smoothly enough. All
my tricks were received with awe and open-
mouthed astonishment, weird exclamations of
appreciation emanating from the King and his
estimable daughter,
whose smiles and endearing
looks I found most embar-
rassing. Last oh the pro-
gramme came the "Phoenix"
illusion, by means of which
I proposed to
effect my escape
and put an end to
a most annoying
imbroglio.
The psycholo-
gical m oment
arrived. The
cauldron in which
the cremation ap-
peared to take
place was con-
tained in a cabi-
net. My wife
stood near, ready
for the ordeal ;
the eyes of the
"house" were
fixed on the stage
in strained expec-
tancy. I made a
few passes, and
flames leapt up in
the cauldron. My
wife was about to
enter the cabinet
when I rudely thrust her on one side,
leapt into the furnace, and was soon en-
veloped in the fiery tongues of flame. Cries
of horror went up from all parts of the build-
ing, and a piercing scream came from the
enamoured Princess, who, leaping to her feet,
started to make for the cabinet. She was,
however, seized and forcibly held back by her
terrified attendants.
As for me, I was totally consumed by the
flames and there was an end of me, for I
omitted to resuscitate myself — at least, on that
] WAS SOON ENVELOPE!} IN THE PIKRV TONGUES OF FLAME.
side of the river ! But if the inconsolable
Princess had only thought to look into a certain
big basket, which was even then being taken
away by some of my assistants, she would have
found the reluctant man of her choice snugly
ensconced therein. From out of the cramped
shelter of that receptacle I never once ventured
to peep until I had reached the other side of
the river.
My wife made
a great show ot
grief at my
"death," and,
vowing she would
not stay another
moment in the
place where she
had so tragically
lost her husband,
followed after me.
Thus I made
my escape from
the love-sick Prin-
cess and her most
undesirable attentions.
At that savage Court,
but for a happy device,
I might have com-
pleted my last engage-
ment on earth. The
Dyaks of this tribe
were a particularly
savage lot, and would
no doubt have thought
nothing of murdering
me out of hand, if they
had known of the
slight put upon their
Princess. I did not quite know where I was
going at the time when I went among them
so gaily, or perhaps I should not have been
anxious to fulfil the engagement.
I have often wondered .since what happened
to that luckless interpreter, whom we did not
see again. Possibly his scalp was added to the
national museum. And my Princess — what of
her? Has she found consolation in the love of
some brown-skinned warrior, or does she still
mourn for the white magician who perished so
tragically before her very eyes ?
My Experiences at "King Solomon's Mines."
i;v R. N. Hall, F.R.G.S.
During the last two years the author has been investigating the mysterious buried city of G:
Zimbabwe in Mashonaland, the home of Mr. Rider Haggard's "She." For centuries t.
place was entirely lost sight of, but recent discoveries tend to show that the Great Zim
with its three-thousand-year-old ruins, may possibly be the site of the golden Ophir of K
Solomon. Mr. Hall illustrates his interesting narrative specially written for •• The Wide Work
Magazine" — with some striking photographs of the wonderful buildings brought to light in I
course of his investigations.
II.
mm
UST at sunset, when the shadows
are already gathering over these
strange and mysterious ruins, an
inexpressible sensation of intense
loneliness creeps over the spectator.
No other human foot will tread these ancient
approaches to the Acropolis till the sun has
risen once again. There is no other white man
within miles, and the natives will not venture
near the buried city after sundown, as they
firmly believe it to be haunted by the spirits
of their long-dead ancestors.
Ascending the hill through the sunless Rock
Passage, one sees through a gap in the Titanic
wall of the Western Temple down the sheer
drop of the hill. The elliptical temple is
losing its last faint touches ol sunset !
"Valley of Ruins" is already in shadow, and it^
chaos of walls looks even more chaotic and
bewildering than it did in the full light ol •
The long ravine of Schlichter Gorge is
blurred in grey distances. The kopj< th<
same backgammon - shaped shadows
the valleys, just as they did three thousand
years ago when the tired ancients wat< hed the
drawing in of day.
(dancing round the Western Temple, a corner
of which is depicted in the accompanying ph
graph, one only sees the and
passages deserted. This area might have h
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a busy spot for the ancient occupiers at this
hour of the day, for monoliths, decorative mural
patterns, conical towers, and the ancient religious
emblems found here all bespeak a place of
worship. The call to prayers and the chanting
of the evening psalm of the devout at sunset
might at this same hour have rung round the
self same hallowed walls which sphinx-like look
down blankly upon the modern intruder.
But the dank smell of decay has now usurped
the place of the sweet-smelling incense of the
ancient ritual. The monoliths still point
upwards, but who to-day can explain their plan
and purpose, or read the silent intimations their
shadows were wont to convey ?
But the associations of the Acropolis ruins
wander at will through temples and residential
quarters, and into caves which once might have
held the ancient gold stores of this part of the
country. There is now no officer on duty to
challenge one's approach. The sentry recesses
in the narrow passages and at the entrances
appear singularly empty, for Fate came on duty
to relieve guard very many centuries ago.
One passes along shoulder-wide and tortuous
passages, where at every corner one might almost
expect to come face to face with Rider Haggard's
" She," and enter some enclosure the sides of
which are formed by the perpendicular flanks of
tall cliffs and huge boulders, where the ancients
are known to have fashioned their gold. There
is now no sound of hammering the precious
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From a)
lie even more with the ancient military occupiers
than with those of priests and worship. Traverses,
buttresses, screen-walls, banquettes, parapets,
and all the other devices of a people conver-
sant with military engineering are in great
evidence all over the hill. The ancients were
military strategists of high order and the
Acropolis a stronghold, and its most prominent
feature was defence.
At this sundown hour no companies of
ancient soldiery ascend from the fort at the
foot of the hill to relieve guard and take up
their night watches on the massive wall barriers.
In the now dim and scanty twilight one can
metal on the rounded dolerite anvils, nor
reddish glow of light reflected on the cliff sides
as when the gold-furnace was uncovered for the
removal of the heated crucibles. The pre-
historic goldsmith's shop is now desolate and
damp and a fitting spot for the loathsome,
crawling creatures which inhabit its dark
recesses.
But daylight is dying fast. Glancing down
through the gaps in the outer walls are seen
specks of firelight at near and remote Maka-
langa villages, where the evening meal is being
prepared. A typical Makalanga hamlet will be
seen in the above picture.
MY EXPERIENCES AT "KING SOLOMO
curious embli
which havi
pla< Ins. |
most striking is th
curious natural I
following photograph. All I
are believed I d in
honour ol Ashtaroth.
The lues of Havilah Camp
brightly, and the figures of tl
be seen passing and n ibout the
camp like spe< tral forms from a< ross the
Styx. The lamp in my hut shines upon
the table laid for the ev< ning mi a
two apron (lad hut-boys bring in tin-
dishes and move quietly ab<
that all is spotlessly clean and tidy. The
photograph at the top ol the m
shows the interior of my primitive hut
amid the ruins. "Dirty Bi . giant
youth of twenty, and notoriously neat and
i li an in all his ways, is summoned and
- stands erect within the hut, a splendid
model for a sculptor. Hi has to start
off early before sun-up to fetch the I i .
mail for the baba, and he will trot tin-
whole of the thirty-four miles and be
back at Havilah Camp during the
noon, bringing on his head some thirty -
THE OUTF.K FACE OV THE WEST WALL.
From a Photo.
Passing along Central Passage, which, even
at noontide, is perpetually in shadow owing
to tall cliffs on either side, but is now in
deepest blackness, and descending the sunken
passage to the outer face of the great west
wall of the Western Temple, depicted in the
above photograph, one arrives where a
slight afterglow of the sunset still lingers over
the brow of Rusivanga Kopje.
Again one enters into the deep shadow of
another sunken and earth -smelling passage
with high side walls, and so rapidly descends
the face of the hill, glad to emerge once more
into the cool, fresh air.
High in the west is Venus, the evening
star, shining brightly — Venus, or Almaq, the
Ashtaroth of the Scriptures, .the goddess ol
the ancient star - worshipping Sabaeans ol
Yemen, in South Arabia, whose warship the
best-qualified scientists believe was practised
by the original builders of this ruined city of
Great Zimbabwe. She complacently shines
down upon her ruined shrines, and wonders,
doubtless, why these "People of the Sun'
should convert the sacred emblems of hei
worship into pipe bowls for smoking hemp.
Mention of Ashtaroth reminds me of the
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NTERIOR (IK THE AUTHOR'S HUT AMONG THE KUINS.
five pounds' weight of goods. " Dirty Boy" is
always happy when ordered to fetch the weekly
mail.
Towia, the ganger, enters to report that two
of his gang are " plenty sick," and he must have
two more steriki (strong) boys in the morning,
and offers to find them if allowed to run to
Chenga's village, some two miles away. Next a
young wife of the chief Mogabe, attended by
one of his headmen, presents herself for
medicine. Her case is diagnosed and the
proper remedies administered. A labourer
suffering from a severe flesh wound has to be
treated and bandaged. Thus an hour is spent.
But though the boys have completed their
day's work much has to be done at the writer's
hut : ration sheets and requisitions for stores
and Government reports to be made out, corre-
spondence to be dealt with, sketches of relics
and plans of ruins to be drawn, cameras to be
recharged, and the day's diary of the boys' work
to be entered up.
Finally, there is a walk round the camp to see
that all is safe for the night, and this is followed
by half an hour's smoke under the veranda of
the mud hut. Kumuri brings the final cup of
coffee, the hut door is closed, the rifle loaded
and leant near the bed, and the day for Havilah
Camp is past and over.
But the guinea-fowl wake the camp before
sun-up, "Dirty Boy" starts to fetch the mail,
and once again the camp is a scene of bustle
and muniment. Blanket-robed " boys " stretch-
ing their limbs wake the
echoes of the Zimbabwe
precipices with their noisy
yawnings, which jar on the
lilt of the dawn-anthems of
the birds. The peaks of
the hills to the east are
already edged with the fire
of the coming light. At
last a notched portion of
the sun appears over the
distant mountain heights.
Now everything is crimson.
The granite cliffs and mas-
sive boulders, the tall grass,
the ruined walls, even the
mules outspanned in the
valley in front of the camp,
are all crimson.
Another day has dawned
for the Great Zimbabwe.
What fresh wonders in
ancient architecture and
priceless prehistoric relics
will it yield to the explorer
ere the sun again sinks
down into the west ? Will it witness the dis-
covery of a new ruin, like that shown in the
photo, on the next page ? I may mention
that in the course of the excavations numerous
rich finds have been made — ancient gold orna-
\rhoto.
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DIRTY HOY " ARRIVES WITH THE WEEKLY MAIL.
From a Photo.
MY EXPERIENCES .VI 'KING SOLOMON'S MIX
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A NEW D1SCOV1 I .
ments, gold plates, and crucibles still containing
traces of the precious metal.
But the visitor has still two or three hours
yet before he need start on his return journey
to civilization and the great outer world from
which Zimbabwe is so shut off. All visitors
to Zimbabwe make the most of their stay at
H a v i 1 a h Camp.
The nearest of the
native villages can
be reached and
inspected under
the guidance of
one of the writer's
attendants, or the
"Valley of Ruins"
or the elliptical
temple can be
visited. Even the
minor ruins — like
the one here illus-
trated — have a
subtle, indescrib-
able fascination of
their own. There
is much to see at
Zimbabwe and
plenty to think
about for the rest
of one's life.
But the reader
shall be taken by
the Anak form of
i
lay tl
from ti,
old-world 11 litan
tre. Thi
Zimbabwe at I
i uins in the valley. A
well - define d line ol
route, pn I at
strategetic points by
ruins of buildings, in
dicates beyond doubt
the actual road of the
ancients.
Along tin Mins
a much-frequei
native track used
numerous long stril
of "boys" coming up, between the harvest and
the sowing, from the districts of ill ekqwe,
Sabi, Lundi, and Crocodile rivers. The ruins
protecting this route form a chain of f<
which occur at intervals a lew miles apart.
But the Beroma Hills look like a Titanic wall ol
granite cliffs barring the passage the im.h1 iak- -.
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" Sheba's Breasts " stand clearly against the
sky. Crossing the Mapudzi stream, the Beroma
Hills are found not to be such an obstacle to
progress as is first imagined, for on its west side
is a broad defile leading up towards the summit
of the range, and close to the defile is a well-
built ruined fort — Chenga's ruins — which
guards the higher end of the defile. This is the
first posting-station or caravansary on the
ancient Zimbabwe and Sofala main road.
So the ancients leaving Zimbabwe knew they
had at least fifteen days'
tramping ahead of them
before they could see the
blue waters of the Indian
Ocean, for there is no
evidence of their having
wheeled vehicles. The
journey may have been
even longer, owing to
the delays of the slave-
gangs and carriers with
their burdens of sjold
and ivory, and to the cau-
tion needed in passing
through a land clearly
shown by the protecting
forts to have been hostile
territory.
This route passes
through magnificently
wild country on to the
Mapaku ruins (or " Little
Zimbabwe") at six miles
distance, the Rumeni
ruins at ten miles, and
the Majerri ruins at six-
teen miles south-east of
Zimbabwe. The con-
figuration of the country
points out the only pos-
sible route open to the
ancients. At Chenga's
ruins the ancients on
from the coast would obtain their last or first
view of Zimbabwe. Beyond Chenga's the
country abounds with big buck, wild boars, and
game of all sorts.
At Chenga's we turn again to reach Havilah
Camp by another path and visit the Chipopopo,
a beautiful waterfall within a cave. Here are
palms and tree-ferns with trunks ten feet high,
an acre of royal fern, and clumps of beautiful
maidenhair. This waterfall is considered to be
one of the gems of the Rhodesian scenery.
Another spot of interest on our way back to
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THE Al I IH IR s GIANT
From a
their way to and
camp is Frond Glen. This is a very pretty,
secluded, and sheltered spot in a deep ravine,
about a mile eastwards of the elliptical temple.
A chattering stream of water passes through it.
Here, again, are tree-ferns, palms, royal, and
maidenhair ferns. The scenery and atmosphere
of Frond Glen are said to be somewhat similar
to those of some tracts on the southern slopes
of the Himalayas.
Farther on our way to camp is the "Mystic-
Bar," known to the Makalanga as the Moje-
jeje. This is formed by
a bar of aphite crossing a
granite glacis, over which
runs the native path. The
bar is at right angles to
Kthe path. At either end
k^JiM is a pile of stones which
show evident signs of
having been hammered
upon the bar for genera-
tions past. A native on
a long journey, arriving
at one of these bars, will
take a stone from the
pile on one side and with
it will carefully tap the
whole length of the bar,
and then lay down the
stone on the pile on the
opposite side. They
think that by so doing
« their backs are strength-
ened for the journey, and
also that the men they
are going to see may be
at home, that the food
may not be cooked be-
fore they arrive, that their
journey may be successful,
and that the sun may not
set until the journey is
completed.
Meanwhile, the camp being so near, Kumuri
has gone on ahead to order the mules to be
inspanned and to tell the hut-boys to prepare
some refreshment foi the visitor to sustain him
on his journey. Perhaps there may be no other
white-faced visitor to Zimbabwe for another
three months.
As the loud crack of the long whip sounds in
the air like a pistol-shot and the team of
mules starts off at a gallop, the writer is left to
his ruiiis and his natives, to content himself
with his explorations in this long-buried city
and his weekly mail from home.
ATTENDANT KUMUK1.
Photo.
"Lone Star."
THE ADVENTURES OF A FAMOUS SCOU'I .
As Told by Himself and Set Down by T. R. Porter, 01 Omaha, N ka.
How "Lone Star" was sent to the notorious " Hole-in-the-Wall " country in Wyoming to kill or
capture a band of desperadoes, and what happened when he reached the outlaws'
III. AFTER "SHACKNASTY JIM.
BOUT a year after I had rid the
Black Hills of " road-agents " the
outlaws and cut-throats began to
gather in large numbers in Wyoming,
making their head-quarters in the
notorious " Hole-in-the-Wall" country. From this
retreat they dashed down on the overland stages,
often killing the drivers. They robbed the
passengers, the mails, and the express treasury
safes with the gold-dust from the Black Hills
mines, and then retreated to their lair before
soldiers could be sent against them. Sometimes
these bandits even went far to the south, where
the Union Pacific passed, and held up a fast
passenger-train. In
such cases the ex-
press safe would be
dynamited, mail-
sacks ripped open,
and, at times, the
passengers lined up
and robbed.
After an escapade
of this kind the
bandits would take
to the mountains
and return to the
inaccessible Hole-in-
the-Wall, from which
they could not be
dislodged by a
thousand times their
number.
The leader of this
daring band of cut-
throats was one
"Shacknasty Jim,"
as thorough a ruffian,
thief, and murderer
as the frontier ever
produced. He was
a wanton murderer,
and had been known
to shoot down his
victims in cold blood.
He was a Mexican,
and was said to be
nearly seven feet high.
Vol. xiv.— 62.
Front n] the entrance ro THE -THE-WALL.
"Commanding general wants you at his • •
said an orderly at Fort Mead to me one d
Ten minutes later I was in the pi of
the commander, the famous Indian fighter and
leader, General Crook.
"These outlaws in Central Wyoming art-
causing too much trouble," he said, bluntly.
"Can you put a stop to it and capture or kill
them ? How many men do you want and when
can you start ? "
"I don't want any men at all and I can start
at once," I answered. " As to what I can do,
that remains to be seen."
Before half an hour had passed I was in the
saddle and had left
the fort behind me,
bound on as danger-
ous a mission as I
have ever und
taken. I was to go
into the den of the
worst set of men in
the West, and either
kill or capture them
— or be killed my-
self.
The head-quarters
of the gang was
known to be in the
Hole-in-the-Wall, yet
no officer had ever
been to that remote
ion. Situated in
heart of tl
Horn Mountaii
and reputed
so arded by
ure that one man
with a W'iii'
lid prevent any
nun
held aloof. In
dition white
robbers within, the
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Hole-in-the-Wall lay in the centre of the hostile
Indian country, and, before reaching it, it was
necessary to pass through a hundred and fifty
miles of territory where death, in the shape of
bloodthirsty Sioux and Cheyenne warriors,
literally lay in wait, causing me to exercise
extreme care. Moreover, the country was wild
and mountainous, and there were no defined
trails.
I knew that my mission was a desperate one,
and that only by the greatest tact and good luck
should I succeed in getting out of it alive.
Nevertheless, I had scouted for so long, had
taken so many desperate chances and got clear,
that I did not hesitate. I was determined to
arrest "Shacknasty Jim" or kill him in the
attempt.
My plan was to fall in with some of the out-
laws and, posing as' a fugitive from justice, ask
to be allowed to join their band. At the first
opportunity I intended to either arrest the
leader or to kill him and then fight my way
through to the mountains. Having thus learned
the route to the rendezvous, it was my intention
to later return there with a company of soldiers
and break up the infamous gang.
I knew the general direction of
the Hole-in-the-Wall, and towards
that part of the Big Horn range I
made my way. Great caution was
necessary, as I was passing through
a country thick with hostile
Indians, who would not hesitate
to ambush and scalp me if given
an opportunity. As for the bandits
themselves, I had no fear of being
ambushed by them. So near their
stronghold, they would have no
fear of a single man. They might
capture and later kill me, but
there would be no attempt at an
ambush.
On the third day out I
discovered the trail of
two horses which had
gone in the same direc
tion as that in which I
was travelling. I followed
this trail for some hours
and in time came to
where a camp had been
made. From tracks
around the ashes of the
fire, I knew that two
white men had camped
there within the last few
days.
There could be little
doubt as to who the
campers were. To my mind they were members
of the outlaw band for which I was searching,
and, if so, all I had to do was to follow their
trail, which would eventually lead me to their
rendezvous.
Through deep, winding canyons and over
rocky ridges I followed the trail, which went ever
deeper into the remote fastnesses of the moun-
tains. At noon the following day I came
within sight of the famous Hole-in-the-Wall itself,
which I recognised at once from descriptions
given me at different times by Indians.
A narrow gateway, seemingly scarcely wide
enough for a horseman to pass, confronted me.
On either side rose perpendicular walls of rock
to a height of probably a thousand feet. Out
from this narrow cleft there flowed a small stream
of water. This tunnel-like passage, I had been
told, was the only entrance into a large valley
surrounded on all sides by inaccessible cliffs
hundreds of feet high.
Boldly I rode towards the gate, expecting
momentarily to be halted. But no such
challenge came, and I rode into the entrance.
So secure did the outlaws feel, apparently, with
BEFORE MI HRK COU1.I)
FIRE I GOT IN HALF-
A-niOZEN SHOTS."
"LOXk. STA
a hundred and fifty miles of Indian country
between them and the whites, that they had not
deemed it necessary to place a sentinel at the
doorway of their retreat.
The passage-way was perhaps a hundred feet
long, winding and tortuous, and was practically
impregnable. But through it I went, un-
challenged, and presently debouched into the
Hole-in-the-Wall, the most remarkable place in
the entire Rocky Mountains.
I beheld a great hidden valley, hemmed in
on all sides by irregular rocky walls, reaching
hundreds of feet skyward. A mountain stream
fell over the high precipice in a great cascade,
and the valley was covered in places with dense
woods. The place was indeed an ideal one for
law-breakers or fugitives from justice.*
With my field-glasses I carefully scanned the
valley, and soon located two men who were
eating lunch at the foot of a great tree. These
men saw me about the same time as I did them,
and hastily mounting their horses, which had
been grazing near, they rode toward me. As
they drew closer, I recognised them from the
descriptions which had been given me. The
gigantic man in front could be none other than
the redoubtable "Shack-
nasty Jim " himself, while
his companion was un-
doubtedly his chief lieu
tenant, Bill Cole.
My quarry was actually
coming to me, and 1
determined at once to
either capture or kill them
both and get away before
the other members of the
band discovered me. The
fact that the two men
were lunching alone
showed me they were a
long way from their camp,
which I afterwards dis-
covered was at the oppo-
site end of the valley.
As the men rode to-
wards me I laid my plans,
but rode on unconcerned,
apparently gazing atten-
tively at the great walls ot
the valley. They were
evidently very anxious to
know why a stranger
should have invaded their
stronghold, but continued
to advance until they were
* To this day the Hole-in-th>
remains a favourite retreat lor
outlaws.
within twenty y
and Jill) rail''! . —
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Instead of an i ing I w
either hand and
to surrender, i
like lightning from t!
shelter of the animals pre|
Before either could fire, in
half-a-dozen shots. Jim'.-, horse f< II i
first shot, and his master wenl down with
bullets in his breast a second lati
Cole's horse became fr:_ I at the fil
and jumped from in front of him, l<
exposed to my fire. The man lost his i
this, and instead of shootii which h<-
could easily have done while 1 wi
with his companion, he ran to cover bel
Jim's dead horse. Before hi hed it.
though, I sent a bullet through his arm,
and his weapon dropped to the ground,
the same time his left hand went up and he
surrendered. The fight, although exciti
lasted only about half a mini:
I then walked over to where Jim lay, intend-
ing to do something to -top tin- fli >w of bl<
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his wounds. As I leaned over him, however, the
old scoundrel suddenly pulled out a pistol and
fired point-blank into my face ! But he was
unnerved, and, fortunately for me, the bullet
missed. I promptly knocked the revolver out
of his hand, and took good care to remove
his other gun and knife from his reach ere I
attended to his hurts.
This done, I placed the wounded Jim on my
horse, and, after disarming Bill Cole, took the
two discomfited men outside the entrance to
the valley and handcuffed them together to a
tree. Then I went back into the " Hole " to
see if there were other bandits there.
I rode for ten miles down the valley before
I found any traces of the robbers. Then I saw
a large tent, but could not
discover how many men were
within. I feared to ride up
without seeing my oppo-
nents ; so I dismounted and
made as though I intended
to go into camp. Just after
I had built a fire three tough-
looking characters came from
the tent, mounted their
horses, and rode towards me.
From descriptions I recog-
nised Tom Lawton and Jack
Hawkins, two of the outlaws,
but the third man was a
stranger to me.
I allowed the three men
to get within twenty yards of
me, and then I whipped out
my guns and demanded their
surrender. Instead of com-
plying, all three wheeled their
horses and attempted to
escape. With three shots,
however, I killed the three
horses, and nothing remained
for the desperadoes but to
surrender or fight. They were 1
kind to surrender so easily, a
quickly as they hit the ground each
man rose up with his gun ready for work.
I didn't want to kill them ; I wanted to
make prisoners of the whole bunch. Tom
Lawton used his Winchester instead of a pistol,
but I broke his arm with a bullet before he had
a chance to fire the gun.
Then I quickly got behind a pine tree, while
the bandits took refuge behind the carcasses of
their dead horses. We were only a few yards apart,
and every time a part of my clothing showed—
and my tree was a small one, not half large enough
for my comfort — it was promptly riddled with
three bullets, for the men were dead shots.
I was in a desperate fix, I knew, but I was
determined to get those men. They couldn't
get away any more than I could, but they kept
wasting ammunition, while I saved mine.
Finally Jack Hawkins called out : —
" See here, pardner," he said ; " you let us
go and we'll let you go. Even if we can't get
away, neither can you."
" You fellows must surrender," I answered,
"or I'll kill you all three. I came after
you and I'm going to have you. You might
just as well lay down your guns and come
in."
" We'll just show you," answered Hawkins,
enraged at my audacity. Then I heard them
planning a rush at my tree, expecting in the
HE DROPPED WITH A BULLET THKOUGH HIS HEAR].
resulting mix-up to get me excited and so
manage to kill me.
Suddenly, with a whoop and a hail of lead, all
three men jumped from behind the dead horses
and started for me at a run. Two of them
carried a revolver in either hand, while the
wounded Lawton used only one, and all five
guns were working as fast as they could fire.
Jack Hawkins's second leap was his last one,
for he dropped with a bullet through his heart.
"LONE STAR.
As Hawkins fell dead I stepped from behind
my tree and covered the other two bandits, who
were only a few yards away by this time. They
hesitated, lost their nerve, and promptly dropped
their guns and surrendered.
After handcuffing the pair of them to a tree,
I mounted my horse and rode into the country
pelled t<> walk the entir< At night
I tied the handcuffi d men t<
watch over them as Ion |
warned them that if eith
attempt u, , scape 1 would kill 1
further ado.
< me week after the eventful afi
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beyond the tent. Three miles away I discovered
two more men, but they succeeding in eluding
me.
Returning to where I had left Lawton and
his comrade chained to the tree, I handcuffed
them together and drove them before me out
through the narrow entrance of the valley, to
the place where I had left " Shacknasty Jim " and
Bill Cole. There I found that Jim had died of
his wounds during my absence.
Forcing his friends to dig a shallow grave, we
buried the outlaw leader, and with the three
surviving bandits handcuffed together and
driven before me I started for the fort, one
hundred and fifty miles away. Belon
leaving the " Hole," I had searched for horses
but had found none, so the captives were com
I had'eaptured tin- band we . nt< red tl foi
curious-lookini; party. The hand
were ragged, footsore, and weary, '
nearly dead for want ol sl< ep. Thi
wire turned over to the military autl
1 believe wen afterwan
numberless crimes.
After a much ne< i
soldiers out to ilx- " Hole,
laws had taken the alai
and gone to the " Rol
North-Western I
the log cabins which the i
and destroyed then corral
not for several yi
return to their old haunts in the " I he-
Wall."
A SOUTH SEA REPUBLIC.
By Beatrice Grimshaw.
An account of a visit to a curious little island community far out in the Pacific, where the people
live in a state of idyllic happiness and where months may pass without the sight of a sail.
HREE HUNDRED miles from any-
where, and thousands of miles from
anywhere that counts, lies Savage
Island, most solitary of all the coral
lands of the South Pacific.
It is a big island — nearly forty miles round—
and it supports a native population of over
four thousand, besides some thirty white traders,
missionaries, and Government officials. : Its
shape is that of an enormous table. On every
side the grimmest and most forbidding of lofty
cliffs fortify its approaches ; here and there, at
intervals of many miles, there is a
shallow break in the sharp grey
walls, where native
canoes may be
dragged down to
the sea, and boats
from visiting ships
may find a chance
of landing their
passengers, in very
calm weather. In
rough weather, or
even when a high
tide and a southerly
swell combine to
make a frill of
foam about the
reef, communi-
cation of any
kind is impossible.
There is not the
ghost of a harbour,
and immediately
beyond the sharp
girdle of encircling
coral reef that
guards the island
like a mediaeval
cheval de /rise the
sea drops down to
black depths in
which few captains
care to cast an
anchor.
VIEW FROM THE ONE STREET OF AI.OF
THE CAPITAL.
From a Photo.
Anyone who visits Savage Island must wait
his time for a fine day, hanging about in the
offing until things look pleasant enough, and
then put off from his ship in a boat to be rowed
up to and through a crack some three yards
wide in the reef, and poise himself perilously on
the dancing gunwale until the rushing and re-
treating surges allow him to clutch safely at a
skeleton iron ladder, which climbs up to a
straddle-legged wharf as big as a schoolroom
dining-table. He can then make his way up a
staircase cut in the rough rock of the cliff, and
find himself in Alofi, the capital
of Savage Island. Alofi is nothing
but a string of white-washed, palm-
thatched huts running along one
side of a wide, grassy, cocoanut
avenue, and adorned here and
there by traders' houses, creepered
and verandaed. But
it is a Berlin, a Paris,
compared with the
Alofi of old times-
fifty years ago — and
the wild -looking
native men and
women are cooing
doves compared
with their blood-
thirsty grand-
fathers. Two
generations ago
visitors to
• Savage Island
were promptly
d i s c o u raged
with clubs and
flights of spears
from repeating
the call. Even
a native who
had wandered
off to other
islands was
clubbed if he
tried to return,
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A SAVAGE ISLAND COAST V.CENE.
From a Photo.
lest he might introduce strange diseases. Cap-
tain Cook attempted to land, but was driven away
by violence and did not return to try again.
For these reasons,
and also because of
the loneliness and
inaccessibility of the
place, the Savage
Islanders have
always been entirely
different from the
rest of the Pacific.
The typical " Kan-
aka " is straight-
haired, light brown
in colour, mild and
gentle and generous
in disposition,
ready to welcome
strangers and feast
them hospitably.
He is aristocratic
to the backbone in
his ideas, and almost
always has a native
class of nobles and
princes, culminating
in a hereditary King.
The Savage Islander i ;
haired, and _ generally a darki
in colour. His mam
and he gives nothing without obtaini
heavy pri< e for it. II.
nobles, or prii
vant any. Th<
head of tli . who i
certain amount of mild
and is often referred to King
by white visitors. Bui not
a King in any sense of the •■
The office is not hereditary, the
head of the State, or Pi
as we may fairly call him, being
elected by a number of natives
who occupy a position similar to
that of American senators.
ings of the island Senate arc held
at irregular intervals ; and the
President, together with the British
Resident Commissioner, takes an
important part in the debates.
These are very formal affairs.
The brown senators, who live,
each in his own village, in the
utmost simplicity of manners and
attire, dress themselves up for the
day in full suits of European cloth-
ing, very heavy and hot, instead
of the light and comfortable cotton
kilt they generally wear. They travel into Alofi
and join the local members on the green K
the public hall — -generally used as a school li">
CAFTAIN COOK'S BAV, WHERE THE C,
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From a Phot
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THE PRESIDENT AND HIS CONGKESS OF SENATORS.
From a Photo.
President Tongia joins them, the British
Resident comes also, and for hour after hour,
inside the great, cool hall, with its matted
floor and many open window-embrasures, the
talk goes on. This road is to be
made, that banyan tree is to be
removed, regulation pig-sties are to
be built in such a village, petitions
are to be sent up to New Zealand
about the tax on tobacco — and
so on, and so on. The President
is a tough old man ; he has his say
on most questions, and it is not con-
sidered generally good for health or
business to oppose him too much ;
but of Royal dignity he has, and asks
for, none.
There is something quite American
in the history of Tongia's elevation,
some six years ago. He had acted
as Vice-President to the late head of
the State ; and when the latter died
he calmly assumed the reins without
going through the formality of an
election. This was not the usual
custom, and some of the senators
remonstrated. Tongia told them,
however, that he was in the right,
and meant to stay on. When the
captain of a ship died on a voyage,
did not his chief mate take over
command ? The cases were exactly
parallel, to his mind. This argument
pleased the sena-
tors, who had most
of them been to
sea, and Tongia
was allowed to re-
tain his seat, the
objectors calming
themselves with
the thought of the
President's age — he
was well over eighty
at that time. " He
is only the stump
of a torch," they
said; "he will
soon burn out."
But the stump is
burning yet, and
shows no symptoms
of extinction.
Tongia married a
pretty young girl
soon after his
" election," settled
down in the Presi-
dential house — a
whitewashed cottage with a palm-thatch roof —
and seems likely to outlast many of his former
opponents.
A year or two ago a British man-of-war called
PRESIDENT TONGIA AND HIS WIFE.
From a Photo,
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at Savage Island and the President was invited
to come and see over the ship. His wife
came with him to Alofi, splendidly attired in a
silk dress, a wreath, and boots. These latter
ornaments, however, she only retained until the
boat that took them out touched the side of the
vessel ; when she pulled off her boots and
handed them up the accommodation ladder.
The grinning "Jacks" received them and passed
them along the deck, and the lady explained to
the interpreter who accompanied her party that
she was much too good a housewife to wear
boots on such a clean floor! The captain
showed the old President and his wife all over
the ship. Tongia admired everything, and
especially asked to be shown the chart-room
a second time. He looked round it with
delighted wonder, and then said to the inter-
preter, " Tell the captain I, Tongia, think this
the very finest kitchen I ever saw ! " It was
time to leave then, and the President was seen to
be fumbling in the pockets of his unaccustomed
clothes. " What do you want ? " asked the
interpreter. " I want," said Tongia, with dignity,
" to find a dollar, so that I can recompense the
captain for giving me this entertainment ! "
How does the island progress under this form
of government ? Excellently. War is a forgotten
trouble ; the people are contented, orderly, in-
dustrious, and peaceful.
Crime is unknown, and
even small misdemeanours
are so rare that the delin-
quencies of the island do
not produce enough pri-
soners to keep
the Residency
garden weeded.
There is no
prison on the
island ; the only
punishment is
compulsory
weeding or road-
making.
Quaint, re
mote, and un-
like every other
Pacific island,
Savage Island
has many
charms of its
own. It is exquisitely pretl
of picturesque gi ral rock, wn
here and there bj
fallen to decay. Tl.
peaks that still hold o linst t"
wreathed all over with rich,
vines. Scarlet hibiscus blaa
side, close to the golden citron ti
laden with m of fruil ; fine I Minna
quaint, richly -fruited "mammy app in
scores and hundred great beds ol
and purple-coloured "-foliage plants"; blazing
poinsettias ; splendid oranges, cocoanir
limes. The climate is perfect nevei < •■
sive in heat, with many days "I clear, h
brilliant weather in tin '•■'■'.•! season, that
almost resembles a soft northern spring. The
island is exceedingly lonely, and that, perhaps,
is one of its greatest charms. I ror several
months at a time not even a distant sail will
break the monotony of the changeless blu<
Then some morning a wild yell spreads from
cliff to cliff all round the island; the natives
gather in crowds at Alofi, and the whole place
is in a ferment. A sail ! a sail ! An island
schooner is coming in from Auckland — a cranky
little cargo steamer has puffed across from
Samoa, three hundred miles away— perhaps
even a pleasure yacht from San I rancisco has
vi ntured down so far.
Ihc natives hasten to
oil their hair, dress it
with flowers, and put
on gaudy clothes : the
white traders rush for
clean duck suits.
Visito:
\ \t day, or the
day after, tin- ship
is i Sun-
day clothes go b
into their cam pi
wood DO the
island curios are put
away foi another
ell
cliffs are Ion
still again. 5
Island
lif
publi<
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Vol. xiv.— 63.
THE ADVENTURES OF " JACKO."
By Oliver E. Durham.
When a boy at sea the author was anxious to bring back a wild animal with which to astonish
the good folks at home. He accordingly smuggled a wallaby on board his ship, and here recounts
the moving incidents which befell during his pet's all too brief career.
T the time when the events which
are here set down happened I was
a boy on the large passenger liner
Orizaba, trading between England
and Australia, calling at several other
places on the way out and home. I had long
desired to take home some memento of my
travels which would at once please my relations
and be the envy of my boyish friends.
So, with the hopefulness of youth, I had
boasted to my friends that on my next voyage
I would bring home something wonderful in the
animal line. At the time I made the boast I
had no very definite idea what kind of animal
I meant — a young lion, a tiger, or a bear would do
equally well. Whenever I got a chance to go
ashore anywhere I was on the look-out to secure
some wild animal, but I could find nothing
suitable until we got to Sydney. While roaming
about there I visited all the curio and animal
dealers, but found that it was impos-
sible to buy even a small "wild beast,"
such as I wanted, save at a price far
above my slender means. By this time
my money was getting low, as sailors'
money generally does when ashore,
until I found that I had just twelve
shillings left.
I was in despair at the thought of
having to go home without fulfilling my
boast, until one day, while paying my
usual round of visits to the animal
dealers, I saw some kangaroos come in.
At once I was struck with an idea. A
kangaroo would be an excellent sub-
stitute for the " wild beast " I had
talked about so glibly. So I asked
the price of them.
" Five pounds," said the dealer,
pointing to a fine large specimen. My
heart sank within me, and sadly I told
him that the price was far too much.
He then informed me he had a
young kangaroo that he would sell me
for a sovereign. After a good deal of
haggling, interspersed with the usual
protests on the dealer's part, I bought
the animal for ten shillings, the man
agreeing to keep it until the day we
sailed. The remaining two shillings
of my money I spent in buying
maize, etc., with which to feed my new pet on
the voyage home. I went back to the ship in
high spirits, for I was now the possessor of a
real "wild animal," which could not fail to
cause a vast sensation at home.
In the joy of my heart I confided the news to
some of my shipmates, who were highly amused.
At last, however, one of them looked grave.
" How are you going to get it aboard ? " he
said.
This was a poser I could not answer, fur on
these large liners the crew are not allowed to
take home pets in the shape of animals, unless
they pay freight on them and give them into
the charge of the butcher of the ship for him
to look after during the voyage. This I was
not prepared to do.
My trouble was not to get ashore, as we were
in the habit of going ashore every evening while
in port, but rather how to get on board again
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THE ADVENTURES <>l- "JACKO
with the kangaroo, as I should
undoubtedly be stopped by the
unsympathetic officer of the
watch and my cherished pet be
thrown overboard.
We were leaving Sydney the
next morning, so had not
long to perfect our plans. As
is usually the case with a sailor,
however, the difficulty was soon
disposed of after talking the mat-
ter over with the crew for'ard.
A shipmate of about my own
age said he would see me
through with it, so we went
ashore to get the kangaroo.
Having obtained the animal and
placed him securely in a bag,
with his food supply in another
bag, we waited about until it
was dark ere beginning out-
return journey to the ship.
Arriving at the jetty, we cast about us for a
means of getting out to the vessel unobserved.
MK. ULIVtK t. U^KrlAM AS Hfc. WAS Al
TIME OF THIS STORY.
From a Photo.
then a horrible death
havi '1 us i n
but from I
ks which in
Harbour. But our luck v.
good that night, and
to the ship
was the work of a m
me to swarm quietly up I
chain and pass a line down to
my shipmate. To this he made
secure, first the kai rid
then the bag of corn, and both
were pulled up and laid on the
deck. Then I descended to the
raft again and we began our
return journey to the jetty,
which we reached without m
hap. In a few moments v.
coming innocently over the
gangway in the usual manner.
We took the bags into the fo i show
our prize, but as soon as I turned out my
We had not sufficient money left between us to kangaroo there was a wild shout of laughter
engage a boatman to row us to the ship, and from the crew. Somewhat piqued, I inquired
the only thing we could find in the boat line the cause of their mirth, and they then told me
was a painter's raft,
used when painting
the sides of vessels
as they lie in har-
bour. This raft
was shaped almost
like a packing case,
measuring about
nine feet long by
five feet wide, with
a flat boarded top,
standing about
twelve inches out
of the water. It was
in this cranky, un-
manageable craft
that we two boys
decided to go out
to the ship. We
accordingly clam-
bered on board
and commenced
our voyage.
As we paddled
the raft along we
enjoyed this clan-
destine voyage im-
mensely, but I have
often thought since
what a foolhardy
exploit it was. It
would have taken
r— *
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that I had b
sold by a Sydney
land - shark. My
prize was not a
kangaroo at all,
but was an old rock
wallaby ! I had
never heard of a
wallaby befoi
I would not I" I
them till they
plained that a wal
laby was a smaller
member of the
kangaroo tri
standing in much
the tion
to them
doi
the
laby,
wild
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We next debated among ourselves where I
was to keep the animal. I wanted to house it
in the fo'c's'le ; but this my shipmates would
not hear of, so we decided it must be kept on
deck. I did some work for the storekeeper the
next day, and in return, at my request, he gave
me an empty apple-barrel. This we placed in
an obscure corner against the lamp-room, where
it would be sheltered from the wind and at the
same time give the animal the benefit of the
warm sun.
I made a sin net collar and chain from some
rope yarn, and with this we tied " my mena-
gerie," as the men called the animal, up to his
barrel like a dog to his kennel.
For the first day or two he would not eat, but
would rave and tear at anyone who went near
him, at the same time making a peculiar hissing
noise almost like a monkey-
In a few days, however, Mr. Wallaby pulled
himself together and began to eat the food I
gave him, even condescending to let me stroke
him, at which I was vastly pleased.
It was about the fifth day out of Sydney that
my troubles began.
Somehow Jacko, as the wallaby was now
called, got loose. One of the crew, seeing him,
shouted at him, which scared poor Jacko nearly
out of his wits, and he began a mad career of
springs and jumps up and down the deck. We
were laughing so much at his surprising antics
that it was some
time before we
could catch him ;
until we caught him and tied him
more
up.
Twice more did this happen, until I was in
despair. It seemed as though the mischievous
firemen were in league against me, for no sooner
had I gone below than I was awakened with
the cry, " Boy, your blessed wallaby is adrift
—and tired and cross I had to go
the difficult performance of catching
again ! "•
through
everyone
in fact,
on the ship who
saw him was
convulsed with
laughter at the
way the little
animal bounded
about. Finally
we secured and
carried him back
to his barrel,
fastening him
up this time with
a stronger line.
But our troubles
were not ended
yet. Next day
some of the fire-
men, pining for
a little excite-
ment, cut Jacko's
string again,
and the whole
pantomime was
enacted once
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him.
The climax was reached just after lunch one
afternoon. During my watch below I was
awakened by the too-familiar cry, " Boy, your
wallaby's adrift!" On getting out of my bunk I
found the whole of the crew laughing up-
roariously. Calling my chum we started in
chase once more.
We went up and down the deck for perhaps
a quarter of an hour, trying in vain to get near
the elusive little animal, who by this time was
completely off his head with fear of the pas-
sengers and crew, who were hugely enjoying the
performance.
He seemed harder to catch this time than
ever, but at last we cornered him at the forepart
of the first saloon. We were just congratulating
ourselves on the termination of the struggle
when up from the stokehold came the watch of
firemen, who, as soon as they saw Jacko, com-
menced to shout. The place where we were
was the alley-way of the ship, a passage only about
five feet wide,
bounded on the
one hand by the
first saloon and
on the other
hand by the bul-
warks. We two
boys were at one
end and the fire-
men rapidly
advancing up the
other, so poor
Jacko was fairly
trapped.
As the laugh-
ing firemen ap-
proached the
wallaby looked
from one foe to
the other as
though at a loss
what to do.
Then, turning
quickly, he made
a spring, disap-
pearing through
the open port
into the saloon.
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It all happened so
quickly, and we were so
surprised, that for a
moment or two we simply
stood and looked help-
lessly at one another.
But we were rudely
aroused by the sound of a
piercing feminine scream,
and the deeper voice of a
man, inquiring in a voice
of thunder, " What the
deuce is that ? "
Pandemonium seemed
to be let loose in the
saloon. Women screamed
and overturned their
chairs ; startled men rose
to their feet asking ridicu-
lous questions ; while the
frightened wallaby
hounded this way and
that, thoroughly scared by
the noise.
Loud above the uproar
sounded the voice of the
skipper, demanding to
know what was the matter, to whom the animal
belonged, and how it came to be in the saloon.
Quaking in our shoes, we boys were sent for
to see the captain, but he told us to go and
catch the wallaby and come to him afterwards.
We went down into that saloon in a very unhappy
frame of mind. We expected to find Jacko
badly hurt, as the drop from the port to the
floor of the saloon was quite fifteen feet, but
there he sat quite uninjured, though looking the
picture of misery. By this time the frightened
ladies had cleared out, and there were only
some gentlemen and stewards left in the saloon.
They, however, watched us with great amuse-
ment. Desperately we went to work to catch
the little beggar, but it was evident the fall had
not improved his temper ; he was like a mad
thing. From one place to another he hopped
and jumped — on tables, over chairs, across
settees, even on the piano and organ he went,
smashing everything breakable that he came
across in his mad career.
By this time everybody in the saloon was
roaring with laughter, but we were thinking of
our coming interview with the irate skipper,
and that kept us serious enough, although the
situation was sufficiently funny to make anyone
laugh.
At last, after quite an hour's chase, we
THE FRIGHTENED WALLABY BOUNDED Oils WAV AM.
managed to secure the wallaby, and carried him
back— though not in triumph— to his barrel.
Then, with our hearts in our mouths, we
went to see the captain, who was in a great r.
He gave us a good lecture, and inquired, with
biting sarcasm, what we meant by turning his
ship into a menagerie. He wound up by telling
us to go, saying he would see into the matter,
which gave us endless cause for wild conjectures.
We were soon to know his meaning. When
I went on deck the next morning at eight bells
(four o'clock) I was astonished at not being able
to find either Jacko or his barrel. After a fruit-
less search all over the place I began to suspect
foul play, and asked my shipmates about it. ( me
and all denied any knowledge < »f the matter, saying
that the animal must have jumped overboard.
When I pressed them, however, they admitted
pitching the barrel overboard about five bells in
the middle watch (half-past two), and presently
it leaked out that orders had b to
throw the troublesome animal overboard that
night. That was all I could ever ascertain con-
cerning my pet's fate. Poor Jacko ! Although
his life at sea was so short it was crowded with
adventure, and he died a true sailoi i by
going down with his ship, the barrel.
And so I did not take a " wild beast " home
after all.
lite tfatiofed JCoiizs at UpfyoIIavcl
Our readers must form their own conclusions as to whether this is a ghost story or not. It is a
straightforward account, put together on the spot, of the extraordinary phenomena which have been
observed almost nightly in an ancient house at Upholland, Lancashire. " The occurrences described
are matters of common knowledge in the district," says the writer, " and the testimony of the
investigators seems above suspicion. What is one to think ? "
OME of the strangest mani-
festations ever put on record
have been taking place for
weeks past — and, at the
time of writing, are still
taking place — in the ancient, old-world,
abbey village of Upholland, situated
some four miles west of Wigan, the
coalopolis of Lancashire. The village
of Upholland is a place that belongs to
the past. The houses have crooked,
bulging gables and fortress-like walls,
and the streets, narrow and winding, are
so steep that in some parts a horse
could not drag an empty cart up their
precipitous ascents. If one were to
search England through it would be
impossible to find a more ideal spot for
the uncanny performances which have
been mystifying the countryside for so
long a time.
The " haunted " house itself is one
of the oldest and quaintest in the
ancient village. It is a stone building,
three stories high, and at one time may
have communicated with the old abbey.
Its walls are several feet thick, and the
windows have deep recesses nearly the
thickness of the walls. The house is
occupied by a widow, Mrs. Winstanley,
and her family of four sons and three
daughters, all of whom are in early
manhood and womanhood. It overlooks From ,i
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THE HAUNTED HOUSE AT UPHOLL.Wh
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the old abbey churchyard, as may be seen from
the illustration, and just underneath the
window of the " haunted " chamber, within a
stone's throw, in fact, is the grave of George
Lyon, a notorious local highwayman, who
flourished at the beginning of the last century,
and who is reputed to have been the last man
hanged for stealing in Lancashire. Surely a
" haunted " house was never more weirdly
situated — just above the grave of a notorious
highwayman and within sight of an ancient
abbey ruin where the monks of old worked and
prayed and died.
When the weird performances first began in
earnest — one Sun-
day night in August
— three youths of
the Winstanley
family were in bed.
They were, they
say, awakened by
a knocking sound
on the walls of the
bedroom, and their
sleepy repeated
inquiry, "Who's
there ? " elicited no
response. The
knockings con-
tinued unabated,
seeming to come
from inside the
walls, and fear
seized upon the
trio. This was not
at all diminished
when the curtain
hangings were
suddenly torn from
the window recess,
which is used as a
wardrobe, and
thrown over the
bed, covering their
heads. Meanwhile
the mysterious
knockings became
louder, strips of
paper were torn
from the wall, and
lumps of hard mortar began to fly across the
room. Then, while the terrified youths lay
there, not daring to move, the stones under the
window-board at the bottom of the wardrobe
were loosened, and flung with an echoing sound
upon the bedroom floor. With daylight the
performance ceased.
This remarkable adventure was kept quiet I'm
some time, and then a local councillor, Mr.
COUNCILLOR liAXTER, WHO CONDI HI PRELIMINARY OBSERVATIONS.
;/ a Photo, by II. Parkes.
Baxter, was privately informed ol tin- affaii
He, accompanied by trusty lieuten;
watch in the " haunti • Still the
mysterious agent y worki d a lolition
night after night.
When the m
reported to him G er was i
to think that, with the
tive ingenuity, he might
destructive "ghost." But he was mistaken. Hi
went up into the "haunted" chambei wil
brave companion. Tin- Winstanley lads o< i u|
the bed, while Councillor Baxter stood neai
head, his companion beinj ited close by.
The lights «
darkened, and
sently the plaj
bi gan. Pla
from the walls,
strips of papei
wire torn violently
down, and gi
stones crash e d
upon the floor.
One of the Win-
stanley boys was
terrified at the
manifestations thai
his brothers had to
hold him down in
bed. The haii
the councillor's
friend began to
bristle, and as soon
as he coukl he
took his way down-
stairs, di • 1 iring
that he did noi
intend to stay any
longer. After that
a local policeman
brought his bulFs-
with him into
the chambi r,
no sooner was the
blinker darke
than the
throw
mi i
stable flashed
his lamp suddenly, and on the instanl all
quiescent again. The throwin
and the knocking could I
the waiting crowd outside in the
soon as the lights were flashed on noth
be seen and everything was
Matters Seemed to
exaggerated rumours
-haunted" house getting ab
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From a Photo, by H. Parkes.
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began to foregather in the neighbourhood as dark-
ness fell. Each night the multitude increased,
un il at last the police patrol had to be multiplied
by ten. Every week-end there was an exodus from
the towns and villages for miles round, and an
army of visitors
possessed the
formerly quiet
and peaceful
abbey village of
Upholland. The
photograph
given above,
showing the mul-
titudes of specta-
tors standing in
the churchyard
opposite the
"haunted "
house, was taken
at eight o'clock
on the night of
Sunday, the 14th
of August of last
year.
Finally no
fewer than three
local councillors,
Messrs. Bibby,
Baxter, and
Lonergan, all
highly respect-
able and reput-
able residents,
Will
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BEDROOM
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INDICATE THE POINTS OK DAMAGE AND THE NUMBERS THE ORDER IN WHICH
THE " MANIFESTATIONS " OCCURRED.
took up a watch in the " haunted " chamber,
resolved to probe the mystery to the bottom.
Their experiences, as related by themselves, are
eerie in the extreme.
At first it seemed as if the destructive agency
would not ope-
rate except in
darkness, and
when one of the
brothers Win-
stanley was in
bed or in the
room. Later on,
however, the per-
formance was at
times gone
through with the
room dimly
lighted, and with
nobody present
except the inves-
tigating council-
lors and one of
the brothers.
These patient
gentlemen re-
peatedly stayed
in the house, for
purposes of in-
vestigation, until
three o'clock in
the morning,
using a flashlight
apparatus as an
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THE HAUNTED HOUSE AT UPHOLLAND.
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aid to their endeavours
to locate the source of
the trouble.
One of the brothers
Winstanley slept night
after night in the bed in
the " haunted " cham-
ber, while the manifes-
tations went on and the
three councillors inves-
tigated the strange phe-
nomena. The stone-
throwing became so
aggressive at last that
the two brothers who
up to that time had
been his bedfellows
flatly refused to sleep
in the room. One of
the brothers, before
quitting the apartment,
was struck on the side
with considerable force
by a patch of mortar
torn from the wall. On
another occasion the
same youth was in an
adjoining bedroom with
the councillors, when lumps of hard mortar
which were thrown through the communicating
doorway again struck him, the " haunted "
chamber being then empty.
The " knockings " are described by Councillor
COUNCILLOR BIBBY, ANOTHER INVESTIGATOR WHOSE EXPERIENCES
ARE HEUE RELATED.
From a Photo, by Crippin &■= Co., Pemberton.
I
'1, as
the
" ticking " heard in a
raph - "Hi' e than
anything else I
think of. 1 [e is 1
vinced that the kii>
human agency. After
the knocking thi
a sort of Buzzing sound,
and then stones wen-
thrown to right and
left, over the bed and
all about the room.
Small stones and
patches of com n
mortar wei e hui led
from the " haunted "
chamber into a com-
municating room, fall-
ing at the feet of the
watchers. The missiles
so thrown were taken
away as relics and exhi-
bited in a local trades-
man's shop window.
The following photograph shows a heap
of very material debris thrown in the form ol
missiles by the unseen agency during its weird
performances.
Councillor Bibby declares that these stones
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were thrown from the far corner of the
"haunted" chamber, and to reach him they
had to describe almost a right angle in their
flight, having to cross the diagonal of the
" haunted " chamber, then turn in the doorway
connecting the two rooms, and afterwards take
the opposite diagonal in the communicating
room. This, Councillor Bibby declares, is one
of the strangest circumstances of the whole
affair, and he does not see how human hand
or human agency of any kind could so direct
and control missiles. He has made a con-
siderable study of physiological and psycho-
logical phenomena, and he admits that it is
quite possible that all the strange manifestations
of the "haunted " chamber may be due to some
as yet unexplained and undiscovered natural
law. He cannot think, however, from his obser-
vations in the " haunted " house that the pheno-
mena can be put down to human agency. At
the instant when a noise has been heard he has
flashed the light on without warning, and seven
or eight large stones have been found scattered
over the room floor. Mr. Bibby is certain there
is no trickery or connivance on the part of the
youths in bed. " They are quite willing for any
person to sleep with them when the investiga-
tions are being made," says Councillor Bibby.
And, indeed, after his own continuous experi-
ments and weird experiences, he advised the
brothers, who were worn out with their watch-
ings, to leave the " haunted " chamber and seek
sleep elsewhere. Their mother, Mrs. Winstanley,
scarcely got a wink of sleep for weeks in conse-
quence of the uncanny performances.
Mr. Bibby tells some of his own experiences
without making any comment or expressing any
opinion concerning them. He has taken his
pocket-knife, he says, and used it on the remain-
ing paper on the walls of the " haunted "
chamber, and it has been with the greatest
difficulty that he has been able to get a piece
the size of a shilling from the plaster, so close
and fast has it adhered. And yet no sooner
has the flashlight been turned down, after the
experiment, than strips of paper have been
torn from the very place where he had been
using his knife.
On another occasion he tore off a piece of
paper the size of a penny and put it on the very
edge of a stone resting on the top of a band-
box in the window recess. No one knew
anything about it and the lads in the bed were
not told. When the light was darkened the
knockings began again and stones were thrown
about. The light was promptly flashed up.
The bandbox had been thrown into the corner
at the farther side of the chamber, while the
stone with the small piece of paper on its edge
was lying on the bed. The paper, light as a
sparrow's feather, had not been touched or
moved a hair's breadth, but the stone had
been hurled with great noise and force from
the window recess, and the bandbox actually
thrown across the room !
" If by any possibility all this is the work of
some trickster in the flesh," concludes Councillor
Bibby, " then all I can say is that he doesn't
know his business. The commercial instinct
is certainly lacking in him. He would be a
fool who could perform so mysteriously and
play the ghost night after night at such a place
as Upholland, and all for nothing, when Black-
pool would be only too glad to have him as an
entertainer, and pay him well for his per-
formances."
Councillor Lonergan, when he heard of the
curious performances, was at first inclined to feel
rather sceptical, so he journeyed down fully bent
on making a discovery. He sat in the com-
municating room with his brother investigators.
The knockings began, and plaster and stones
were cast about. Councillor Lonergan listened
in fearful silence. Presently a bandbox, loaded
with stones, flew across the room over the bed.
Councillor Lonergan, who is a man of religious
propensities, could contain himself no longer.
Jumping into the middle of the "haunted"
chamber, he clasped his hands together and, in
an appealing voice, cried, " In the name of the
Lord, speak ! " But there was no response.
The three investigating councillors, when they
have found stones scattered about the room,
have repeatedly taken them and wedged them
back into the wall, so tightly that they could
not move them again. Immediately the light
was turned down, however, the stones have
been reft from their setting and thrown violently
on the floor.
The " haunted " chamber itself presents a re-
markable spectacle after the mysterious agency's
long-continued manifestations. The writer visited
it one dark night, while the crowd waited out-
side listening for the noises. It was dark
within the chamber, and the eldest son of the
family lighted a candle for our convenience.
The walled-in window recess, built up owing
to the almost forgotten window-tax, was the
scene of principal havoc, and this corner of the
chamber looked the very picture of wreck. The
paper on the walls was tattered and torn and
the plaster was chipped to the stone, as though
the wildest of furies had been at some vindic-
tive play. The stones in the wall below the
window seat had been wrenched out of their
original setting and were all loose-jointed ; the
mortar that had cemented them, as well as the
coating of plaster on the walls, having been used
THE HAUNTED HOUSE AT UPHOLLAND.
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up by the mysterious agency in a fusillade of
scraps. Two great books which had been flung
across the room from the window recess were
resting on the bed, where they had alighted.
The chamber itself was oak-raftered and low-
ceilinged, the
walls thick and
uneven, and the
heavy old door
hung crooked on
its hinges. The
place reminded
one irresistibly of
the "haunted
room" of the
story-books. As
the writer stood
viewing the
scene, now and
then favoured
people from the
outside would be
let in by twos and
threes, and they
would climb the
long, rambling,
rickety staircase
with bated breath.
Once in the room
they would look
round fearfully,
and depart visi-
bly impressed.
Some came to
scoff, but they
went away with
awestruck faces.
The police
"have patrolled
the district, re-
sponsible inhabi-
tants have done
their best to
fathom the affair,
but so far all efforts at discovery have proved
unsuccessful, and the whole affair ends as it
began, in mystery — only the mystery is even
deeper than before. The superstitious declare
that the knockings are caused by George Lyon's
ghost visiting the scenes familiar to him in life,
for rumour has it that Lyon, while following his
profession on the highway, lived for some period
in this identical house. A prominent local
spiritualist maintains that the manifestations are
caused by "a dark spirit that cannot materialize,"
and that the youth in whose presence the
phenomena seem to be most powerful is " very
mediumistic."
A stonemason has been called in ar.d has
THE WA1.LED-UP WINDOW RECESS, THE SCENE OK THE GREATEb I DA
htr»ii a I'twto. by H. Paries.
made a thorough examinal
the chimney, but i u|,|
account for the disturba
was a i olla
belong) d t" tl
in
thi
Up, but tl.
has [V
lilt'
of the wall, and,
at the tin
writing, th<
throwing is p
ah un-
abated \iLt"iir at
somewhat irr<
lar intervals.
While pa;
a visit
"haunl i use
tlie writer nut aii
ancient local
worthyleaning en
hii staff ami
thi - in the
churchyard He
confirmed the
statement of an-
other native
fourscore
who said: " I
thing, but I
member il
at it sixt) j
I ha v (
my best m ■
article to chronicle nothing but a- tual fa
The occurrences described are ma;:
mon knowledge in thi
testimony of the invest
the world, practically every one of tl
above suspicion. What i-
It need only b I. in conch:
mysterious phenomena
appealed so strongly to ti
had such an effect upon I
Society, thai I
the representative <>l th
the weird and
in the loealitv, and. in
upon his inquiry.
The story of a fight to the death between a Canadian officer and a wounded panther. Major Leckie
has lately returned to England, and is only now recovering from the terrible injuries he sustained
during the fateful minutes when man and beast were locked in deadly embrace.
T was on the 16th
we found ourselves
Valley. For
three days we
had been tra-
velling across country from
the Abyssinian border to
meet the colonel, who had
sent a runner to our camp
announcing his arrival in
that part of the Protecto-
rate, and asking us to visit
him. K and I did not
hesitate to avail ourselves
of the invitation, although
it caused us to deviate from
our original plan of moving
in the direction of French
Somaliland.
The colonel had selected
a lovely spot for his camp.
Running water is scarce in
Somaliland ; but here was a
clear, bright stream flowing
over a stony bottom for at
least half a mile before it J
sank once more beneath the
dazzling white sand which
of October that
in the Debrawein
THF AUTHOR, MAJOR R. G. EDWARDS LECKIE, WHO
HFRF, TELLS THE STORY OF HIS TERRIBLE FIGHT
From a] with a wounded panther. {Photo.
indicates the course of a river in the dry portion
of the tropics. Beautiful tall golol trees with
their broad, feathery tops
lined the river on either
side, making the spot a
charming retreat from the
hot noonday glare of the.
sun.
In a shady green grove
at a bend in the river the
tents were pitched. Around
the camp the necessary
zareba of' thorn bushes had
been built to keep out lions,
panthers, and other noc-
turnal intruders.
it is easy to imagine how
pleased we were to arrive at
such an inviting spot in the
middle of a white-hot day,
and to partake of the cool-
ing refreshments offered us
by our kindly host. A
bath, then lunch, a cigar,
and a pleasant chat with
the colonel, brought us to
the middle of the afternoon
Then a servant announced
MAN v. PANTHER.
that our headman, Jama Said, was waiting outside
the zareba and wished to see me particularly.
Thinking that some trouble had arisen in our
camp, which was situated a hundred yards or so
away, I hurried to meet him, but a broad smile
on his face set my fears at rest. He had good
news for me. A native of the Gadabrusi tribe
had been interviewed in regard to the proba-
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Indian species. It ;<;
ridding the natives ol
Bidding a hast] |
completed my preparation
fully sent men ahi
to shoot from, and after a hurried m
procession started for the \ ill
marched my tent-boy. carrj
" HE HAD GOOD NEWS FOK ME.
bilities of game in the neighbourhood, with
excellent results.
Three miles away was a large native village,
and only the previous night it had been visited
by a huge panther, which had jumped clean
over the outer zareba, eight feet high, and again
over a like inner enclosure, arriving among the
sheep and goats, where, regardless of the angry
shouts of men and vicious snapping of watch-
dogs, he calmly selected a fine animal and,
carrying it in his mouth, bounded back over
the obstacles and made off to enjoy his meal
unmolested
Here was the opportunity to secure a hand-
some trophy, for the panthers or large leopards
in this part of the country have exceptionally
fine skins, much lighter in background and with
black spots more clearly defined than in the
blankets and bedding ; next followed I'
Mahomud, the shikaree, a -500 Expi
shoulder. The >econd shikaree, \ di Hassin,
carried the Lee-Enfield sporting i :'
my pony came the invaluabli
ing up the rear was a boy lead
unwilling live bait, in the sha
Discovering on the way that mj
only five cartridges foi th<
point of sending him back I
but the sun was soon I
distance to go, so 1
•■ Mils' be fi\<
ever, did not admit ol many 1
to have any sport. .
We arrived at tl
Mingled sound- <■'. \
air. The cries of sh<
-
MAX v. PANTHER.
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but as the goat
was now dead we
did not anticipate
any nobler game
than hyenas or
jackals. How-
ever, as a striped
hyena's skin is a
trophy not to be
despised, I did
not overlook the
opportunity, but
kept Abdi Hassin
on the look-out.
It was probably
two o'clock when
I was awakened in
the same manner
as before. This
time I could hear
an animal tearing
away the flesh of
the dead goat
and distinguish a
dark body moving
several yards
away. It had
evidently pulled
the goat a certain
distance in spite
of the fastenings,
but could not get
it entirely free
from the ropes
that still held it, and consequently the animal
was making its meal on the spot. Its actions
seemed to me similar to those of the ordinary
spotted hyena ; but in answer to an inquiry
whispered in Abdi's ear he replied emphatically,
"Shebel " — the native name for leopard.
I aimed as well as I could in the dark, and
my shot was answered by a great roar, which at
once dispelled my doubts. A second later I
thought the zareba was coming down on top of
us, for the infuriated panther had charged the
spot from which he had seen the flame issue
and hurled himself with full force against our
none too strong barricade. The thorny branches
soon turned him, however, and we could hear
him galloping off at a great rate. This time we
did not venture forth, but daylight failed to dis-
close any signs of blood, so we concluded my
shot was a miss.
Just as the eastern sky was crimsoning with
the signs of coming day, I was called by Duda
Mahomud to arise and make ready to follow
the tracks of the wounded leopard. While the
natives lined up for their morning devotions to
Allah I ate a couple of biscuits to fortifv my-
WE KNEW WE WERE FOLLOWING UP THF WOUNDED PANTHER'S TRAIL.
self against a
po
in. I
should get b
light than v
oil'.
I. 1 1( re and
th( i he
stony ground we
would find a s
or two ol
At times we would
lose the t rai k
entirely, and then
my men and the
half-dozen vil-
"in
panied us would
spread out in all
directions end
vouring to pick it
up again.
We had gone
about a quarter
of a mile when a
long, low whistle
from Abdi, who
w as ahead,
brought me run-
ning to the spot
where he stood.
As soon as I approached he pointed down to a
ravine on our left, saying "Shebel,"' indicating
that the leopard was there.
I thought to myself, " Now we have him ! " and
ordered some of the men to hurry down the
ravine to intercept the animal should he go in
that direction, while I, with the shikaree, ran
upstream to head him off there. This man-
oeuvre succeeded in making " our friend the
enemy" climb the hill on the far side of the
ravine. He moved slowly and turned to I<
at us for an instant, but before I could n
rifle he was continuing his retreat over 1 1 1 * ■ n
and out a sight. Scrambling the ra\
and up the hillside was for us but the work i
minute. Down we went on th<
the ridge, but the panther was not in sight.
Some bushes fringed the dry b
stream just below us. and w
he must be taking refi lind th<
enough, in a few moments
emerge from his hiding md walk le
up the bed of the stream.
A couple of hurried shots as he m
failed to make an impression. He then halted
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for an instant behind another bush, giving me
time to dash along and get ahead of him. I
could then just make out his form through
the branches, so I fired again. This time he
dropped. A yell of triumph arose from my
followers, and with a wild rush they swooped
down the hill towards the prostrate animal.
My Express was now useless, as the ammuni-
tion had run out, and my shikaree therefore
handed me the "303. I followed hurriedly, in
to fire ; he was on me like a streak of lightning.
His great weight was too much for me, and I
staggered back, losing my balance and dropping
the rifle, which had been almost knocked out of
my hands. Although checked by my thrust the
panther came at me again, and as I had not
properly regained my feet I could offer no re-
sistance. Down I went, dragged over by a
powerful sweep of his forepaw, and amid a
clattering of loose stones and a cloud of dust
we rolled together to the foot of the
incline, bringing up in a heap in
the bed of the little stream.
HE WAS ON ME LIKE A STREAK OF LIGHTNING.
case the foolhardy natives had been deceived as
to the condition of the leopard, and another
shot would be required to place him completely
hors de combat. As the ground was somewhat
rough, care had to be exercised in picking my
way over the stony surface.
Suddenly I heard a deep coughing roar in
front of me. I looked up quickly, and there,
charging straight at me with open 'aws and
gleaming yellow eyes, was the panther !
The Somalis, who had seen the first move-
ment, scattered in all directions without giving
me the least warning. Had I anticipated this
onslaught I might have been frightened, but as
it was I had only time to realize the first sensa-
tion which came to me — one of intense resent-
ment towards the beast.
Viciously muttering " You brute ! " I gave
him " point one " of the bayonet exercise in the
throat as he sprang savagely upon me.
I had no time to raise the rifle to my shoulder
My hands had been badly bruised and cut
on this short but rough journey ; but luckily for
me, when we reached the bottom, I was on top
of the animal. He struggled wildly to get from
this disadvantageous position, clawing madly all
the time. Had I been underneath, one snap
of his powerful jaws on my neck — a favourite
point of attack — and Charon would have had
another passenger.
As I was now totally unarmed I had to rely
solely on my hands to keep up this unequal
contest. I could feel the brute's hot breath on
my face, and as he tried to get at my head I
instinctively guarded with my left, thrusting that
arm into his open mouth. Regaining his feet,
he came at me again with distended jaws and
blazing eyes. Again my left arm had to do duty
to save my head.
It occurred to me at this stage of the game
that my chances were but slight. I mentally
exclaimed, " By Jove, this is the finish ! " I
MAN v. PANTHKk.
5*3
AGAIN MY LEKT ARM HAD TO DO DUTY I'D SAVE MY HEAD."
think my dominant sensation was one of curi-
osity as to what would be the end of the
performance, and how the animal would deliver
the final coup.
However, at this moment I managed to
struggle to my feet and stagger clear of the in-
furiated beast. Once I was away from him and
standing up, he seemed to hesitate about renew-
ing the attack, probably on account of his severe
wound. It was then that the Somalis came
rushing in, yelling as loudly as they could. This
was too much for the panther. He turned tail
and went downstream, not before inflicting a
nasty gash with his claws on the leg of Abdi
Hassin, who had rashly jumped almost on top
of him.
Fifty yards away the panther lay down to die,
my last shot having gone through his body.
The first, it appears, struck him too low on the
shoulder to be vital.
I now turned my attention to my own wounds.
I was bleeding profusely, but was overjoyed to
find my eyesight uninjured, although the terrible
claws had come within an eighth of an inch of
each eye, leaving gaping wounds. On top of my
head the scalp was cut open right across from
one side to the other. An ugly wound extended
from a point above the left eyebrow across the
temporal artery, which was severed. Seven
punctures on my left arm showed the work done
by the big teeth. Strange to say, I suffered
absolutely no pain, save a certain numbness in
the injured hand and arm.
Vol. xiv.— 65.
As I climbed the slope from the scene of the
conflict Abdi came up to me and looked in my
face. I must have been a woful sight, as
treme horror was depicted on his countenance,
and he groaned loudly. This made me smile,
but my grin must have been a ghastly spect.
for the worthy shikaree groaned again, loud- r
than ever. It was very funny, and I wish I had
been in better condition to enjoy the humour
of it.
Loss of blood was now beginning to tell on
me, and I called to the natives, who had collected
around the dying animal, to bring me a blanket
to lie on, as I felt myself growing weak and my
knees getting shaky. I needed another blanket
over me, for I was feeling very cold. I was
never so near fainting in all my life.
Before long the syce arrived with the pony
and my flask. A drink of brandy made me feel
better, and I was soon assisted to the pony's
back. I had not gone tar. however, when 1
to dismount and again lie down. The tempi
faintness soon passed away, and for the
mainder of the three miles into camp I m
very nicely.
I was met on the way by K
with him coolies carrying I
and blankets. He wa
had not furnished the 1< irly
breakfast, as the first reports hi
intimated.
On arriving in camp !
colonel having made excellent ar; for
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me in his zareba and dispatched a native horse-
man to Hargeisa for a surgeon, who, when he
arrived —three days later — complimented me
on my good fortune in having such capable
friends to look after me. Thanks to the
driven out by the sentries. On one occasion
he had sniffed at the face of my syce, who
was lying on the ground with fever, too ill to
move. The sentry was afraid to fire through
fear of hitting the man, but frightened the
M
From a |
THE AUTHOR ON HIS WAY TO THE COAST AFTER HIS FIGHT WITH THE PANTHER.
[Photo.
prompt and skilful efforts of the colonel,
K— — , and H— — , blood-poisoning did not set
in, and after twenty-three days at Debrawein
I was well enough to leave for the coast. On
the way down we stayed three days at Biji,
about thirty miles inland from Bulhar, to give
me a rest, as the journey
was very trying.
One night while there
the surgeon and K
went out to a native village
to try for leopards. During
the night I was awakened
by a commotion in the
zareba, and found on in-
quiry that a leopard had
twjce jumped into our en-
closure and had been
animal off with a firebrand. That same
night a lion approached within a short
distance of camp, roaring hideously. He re-
peated the performance the following evening,
and was rewarded by a bullet from the
surgeon's rifle for his daring.
I was very'glad when the
hundred-mile ride to Bulhar
was over. From there the
surgeon and I went by
dhow to Berbera, where we
were once more in touch
with civilization. Thanks
to his kind and patient
care, I was able to sail for.
England in a fortnight, my
wounds completely healing
on the voyage.
THE AUTHOR
From a]
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The " Water-Melon Champion
-A Japanese Poster — The l< Unchanging East"— An Optical
Illusion, etc.. etc.
HIS photograph illustrates what is
probably a unique gastronomic feat.
Rocky Ford, Colorado, has a feast
of water - melons every year, and
tourists come from near and far to
participate, thousands upon thousands of water-
melons being eaten on that day. One of the
features of the day last year was a
"championship race against en-
durance," by Tom Johnson, a Texas
negro, who holds a record for eating
six melons at one sitting. Some
Eastern tourists made some good,
substantial wagers that he could
repeat the performance. The pic-
ture was taken just as Johnson
was about to start, and shows very
clearly the immense size of the
melons he had to "put away." At
the word "Go!" Johnson started
on a cut melon and finished it
in the remarkable time of three
minutes. He was six minutes at
the second melon. Before he took
the next relay he asked for, and
obtained, five minutes' rest. When
he reached the fifth melon — as
might well be expected — he showed
signs of being fatigued and cloyed,
yet kept at it doggedly until he
had finished half of it, but when
he came to the end of the
second half it looked as though
he had reached his limit. He
managed, however, to demolish
half of the sixth, when he gave up. John
claimed as the reason for not maintaining his
record that he had eaten two melons that
morning, previous to tackling the othi It
is, however, needless to add that he still
holds undisputed title to this particular
•k championship."
THE wa i n
From a)
MELON CHAMPION
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Prom a Photo, by)
THE CURIOUS GRASS BOATS OF THE LAKE 1 1TICACA INDIANS.
[JV. P. Edwards.
Lake Titicaca, situated between Chili and
Peru, the largest inland body of water on the
South American continent, possesses a distinct
novelty in the way of boats. For a vessel to be
made of grass and yet keep out water and float
buoyantly seems almost impossible. Yet, by
J*rom a\
MALE ANU> IEMALE COOLIES ROLLING A ROAD IN INDIA.
weaving the grass into hard ropes and so into
great rolls, the lakeside natives are able to con-
struct serviceable craft in which to punt supplies
from place to place or go fishing. These
remarkable boats are shown in the above
photograph, and, though their lines are perhaps
not quite those of a
racing-yacht, they yet
serve their purpose
sufficiently well, while
costing practically no-
thing to build.
In these days of
motor-cars, steam-
rollers, and so forth, it
is quite refreshing to
meet with such a
primitive scene as that
depicted intheannexed
photograph. Here we
see an Indian road
being rolled, not by
any modern appliance,
but by a roller cut out
of a huge block of solid
granite and hauled by
two teams of coolies.
Needless to say, the
work is not done very
rapidly. There is, how-
ever, no lack of noise,
as the coolies sing or
shout unceasingly as
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they work. The woman in the fore-
ground with the curious headgear
has been carrying earth and stones
in a basket, and the pad is for the
purpose of protecting her head, for
all Indians carry their burdens on
their heads. A mixed team of this
kind would create a mild sensation
if set to work in one of our leading
thoroughfares.
The "Stock im Eisen " —literally
the "stick in iron" — is one of the
most curious and fantastic things in
Vienna. It is a prehistoric-looking
THE " STICK IN IRON " AT VIENNA — NOBODY
SEEMS TO KNOW THE HISTORY OF THIS MYS-
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SIGHTS OF THE CITY.
From a Photo, by A l/red Holder.
tree -trunk pierced with hundreds,
perhaps thousands, of round-headed
iron nails, until it has become far
more iron than wood. Nobody
seems really to know the reason of
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the "Stock ini Eisen" is one of the most venerated
objects of Vienna. It stands at a corner of the famous
thoroughfare Graben, in a little shrine firmly clamped
and padlocked to the wall, as here shown.
Above is a queer contribution from Japan. It is
the handbill of a Japanese circus, the English trans
lation of which is particularly brilliant. Someone or
other, it is presumed, wrote out the translation in hand
writing which was not very legible, and the conscientious
Japanese compositor, not understanding English, n
the best he could of it. According to the Japan
characters the circular should read somewhat
follows : —
For Contribution to the Army and Navy, Japan W
At i hiyi izaki, Kitagata,
Big Elephant Circus — Riding and \
At Chiyozaki-cho, Kitagata, lasting Sevei I
4th March.
We have a Performance to signify our Duty
our Army and Navy in Japan -Russ
Please help us to accon
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be half ticket.
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inside the box, whence the stage driver
takes them, leaving his delivery in return.
This arrangement is a decided convenience
in sparsely-settled districts, and is but rarely
abused.
The startling apparition seen in the
following snap-shot is not a visitant
from the nether regions, but a Ceylon
" devil - dancer." These performers dress
themselves in a variety of hideous and
grotesque costumes, equipped with awe-
inspiring masks, and take part in religious
and other ceremonies. The head • niece
Very few of our readers, we imagine, could
correctly name the extraordinary creature on
which the gentleman seen in the above photo,
is sitting. The animal, as a matter of fact, is
the curious ant-bear of South Africa. Our
photo, was taken at Chaka's Kraal, Natal.
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A CEYLON " DEVIL-DANCER.
[Photo.
A PRIMITIVE POST-OFFICE IN THE CANADIAN BACKWOODS.
. From a Photo.
The next photo, we reproduce shows a primitive
rural post-office in Canada, on the stage route
between Birtle and Miniota, Manitoba. Resi-
dents in the neighbourhood put their letters
worn by the particular dancer who figures in
our picture is a veritable masterpiece of fantastic
ugliness.
The extraordinary but characteristic combina-
tion shown in the photograph at the top of the
next page was caught by the camera in North-
western Wyoming, in the Rocky Mountains,
some twenty miles from one of the large ranches
owned by Colonel W. F. Cody ("Buffalo Bill").
It was while Colonel Cody was on a hunt for big
game, one November, that his party came across
this unusual spectacle in one of the densely-
wooded canyons of that region, and a member
of the band photographed it just in time.
The large horns and skull are those of a moun-
ODDS AND ENDS
from 11
tain sheep, or "big
horn," a favourite
but elusive object
of the hunter's
search. The little
animal astride one
of the horns is the
mountain rat, often
called pack-rat or
camp -rat. He is
a voracious little
rodent, and fre-
quently a source
of annoyance to
campers. He is
equipped with
wonderfully strong
teeth, and has
often been known
to gnaw through a
tin of meat in his
quest for food.
Being so well fitted
by nature for forag-
ing he can make
himself very un-
popular in the
commissariat de-
partment of a well-
stocked cam]). In
the illustration we
find him perched
on his strange
dining - table ab-
THE "UNCHANGING EAST "—ARMENIAN WOMEN MAKII
Front n Photo, by N. I
sorbed in the dis-
cussion "I .1 :
of nuts gathered
near by.
The "' un< h
follow
its own v.
from time imme
morial, is ilkis
trated in a \
typical way by tin
photograph 1
reprodui i d, which
hails from Arme
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women are us
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openings wl
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1
THIS IS NOT A PHOTO, OF A SNOW-COVERED SHORE
refers. It would be interesting to know what sort
of flavour the churns impart to Armenian butter.
Almost anybody would guess the scene
depicted in our last photograph to be the snow-
covered shore of a large body of water. It
looks cold and desolate enough to be a seascape
in Iceland, but it isn't. As a matter of fact,
the photo, was taken in New Mexico, under a
V MEXICAN DESERT.
scorching sun. The apparent sea is the dreary
desert, and what looks like a bank of snow is
the wonderful white sand that whirls and drifts
along at the base of the mountain ranges border-
ing on the desert. This is the only sand in the
world really as white as the driven snow, and it
seems strangely out of place on the dingy, sun-
blistered plain of an inland territory.
Harvesting by Wire
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My »ench
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•The Secret
of Miss Stones
Capture by
Brigands
e Uqcfagiqg
the Clutch
Cannibals
'islo-American
Expedition in
Abyssinia
Man v Panther
»My Experiences at
King Solomon's Mines"
Last Voyage of- the Strathmore
'ftl E PR! N C E SS"S Vf{0 PO S t
«Tme Bite r^ "Bit
The Adventures of Jaci^o
THE NOVEL MAI -CONTENTS OK THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE, WHICH SHOWS AT A GLANCE THE LOCALITY OF EACH ARTICLE
AND NARRATIVE OF ADVENTURE IN THIS NUMBER.
"I WAS CAST UPON THE AXLE OF THE DRUM."
(see page 527.)
The Wide World Magazine.
Vol. XIV
MARCH, 1905.
No
THE CIRCLE OF DEATH.
By Edward Zimmkrmax, of IUrnsidk, Pknnsylvania.
An experience unparalleled in the history of the American coalfields, and which has already
passed into mining tradition. Mr. Zimmerman describes how, losing his way one dark night, he
wandered into the unlighted engine-room of a mine and fell into the great drum of the winding-
engine. When he recovered consciousness the drum was revolving, hurling him hither and
thither like a feather ! A more appalling predicament it is impossible to conceive.
j| ATE on the night of August 5U1, 1904, steps I was descending, as I thought, the north
I was returning to my home at slope of the mountain when I suddenly realized
Burnside, a mining village situated that I was off the road— that I was lost !
two miles north-west of Shamokin, Halting, I strained my eves in an effort to
in Pennsylvania, after going to the penetrate the intense darkness, but failed even
town to get the evening mail. Although I had to see my own hand extended at arm's length
travelled the mountain
road in the dark many
a time, I became con-
fused that evening and
lost my way. The sky
was overclouded, and
not a star was to be
seen as I groped my
way along through the
gloom. Rising like
sombre black curtains
along the steep moun-
tain side, the banks of
" culm " — the refuse
of the mines — only
intensified the black-
ness all about me.
Here and there trees
loomed weirdly
through the
mantle of dark-
ness, as if making
one last struggle
for life before
being smothered
beneath the
myriad tons of
grime the mines
had thrown up.
It took me two
hours that night
to come over the
mountains — a
journey I had
often made in
t wen ty-five
minutes. Groping
around and using
a stick to guide
my hesitating
'■ I PLUNGED INTO STACK.
before me. Fearing
to advance I rested
on a log and shouted
for help. Echoes
sent my cries mock-
ingly back to my
ears. Presently,
knowing that it was
of no use sitting
still, I resumed my
aimless journey.
Suddenly, without the
slightest warning.
t struck a board
and I plunged into
space, landing head
fust, with a mighty
crash, on some con-
e surface. Then
1 lost consciousness.
That fall is the last
thing I remember
until I was awakened,
si veral hours later, by
a curious sensation
that the world had
suddenly shrunk loan
infinitesimal fraction
<>f its prop; and
was turning on its axis
at an increasing rate
1 f speed, with me in-
side it, like a dr<>.
suddenly - stirred - up
lirrel in a revoh
the liist i
- the motion
pll '•"'
it 1
illyand vainly,
Vol.
66.
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From a]
THE BURNSIDE MINE.
to comprehend what it meant. The only thing,
however, that this shrunken rotating world of
mine suggested to my numbed brain was a mine
drum — a circle of death no man had ever entered
unless the power were shut off and he was
making repairs. I began to think more and
more of mine drums, while mental glimpses of
them came to me as the rotation increased.
Then, like a flash, the dreadful truth flashed
upon me. This was a mine drum, and I was
inside it ! Unwittingly I had wandered into the
open doorway of
the engine-house
at the top of the
Burnside shaft,
had tripped over
the step, and
fallen into the
open side of the
great drum used
to hoist cars from
the mine !
To those who
are not familiar
with mining, an
explanation of the
construction and
appearance of a
mine drum and
its uses may aid
in the apprecia-
tion of my awful
position. The
engine - house in
which the drum
is placed is fifty
yards from the
mouth of Bum-
side shaft. A steel
cable, winding
round the drum,
passes out through
an aperture in the
end of the house
over a large wheel
— known as a
shieve wheel — to
the trestle - work
above the shaft. A
mine cage is at-
tached to the end
of the cable. The
shaft has two
sides, so that as
one cage is lowered
the other is hoisted
by the same drum.
The mechanism
is similar to that
used in hoisting cars by an inclined plane.
The drum itself is operated by two powerful
engines, and has gigantic brakes capable of
stopping it within a few seconds.
I had never examined the construction of a
mine drum ; but in my experience that night I
thouirht I saw a million bolts sticking their
points inward through the circumference. Built
of iron spokes supporting a circle of boards
three inches thick, the Burnside drum is four-
teen feet in diameter — nearly three times my
■
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THE ENGINE-ROOM OF THE liURNSIDE MINE, SHOWING THE EXTERIOR OF THE GREAT DRUM OF Till
From a] winding-engine. \Photo.
THE CIRCLE <)l DK.VIII
height. The bolts, which soon added the
cruellest agony to my sufferings, are dri
through the boards, to brace the drum and keep
the cable in place. The heads protrude every
two or three inches, making the
interior look like a reversed nut-
meg-grater of gigantic size.
The drum revolves on an axle,
which is on a level with the floor
of the engine-room, so that only
one-half of the great cylinder is
visible at a time. Fitting close
under the circumference is a
sunken semicircle of flooring,
encasing the lower half of the
drum. That sunken flooring
made any living thing at the
bottom of the drum a hopeless
prisoner.
The drum extends fifteen feet
across the engine-room, its ex-
terior divided in half by the
centre brake and the cables,
which are so coiled about the
circumference that one winds as
winds, lowering and hoisting the
two compartments of the shaft.
Directly opposite one end of the drum is the
open door through which I had stumbled that
THE AUTHOR, MR. E
From a L'hoto
the other un-
cages in the
room; but only darkn tiled, and soth
windows were usd
It was in thai i ngi i, within that iron
bolted drum, that 1 had lain un
three hours, obln ious of I
I was courting, until '
Mad
at fr. ■ k in the mom
in his day's work.
It was Maddenfort's fii
to lower William Kelly, a " i
boss " and a friend of min
the shaft, so that he could in-
i t the workings for gas bel
allowing the miners to enter Foi
their daily toil. .\ 1 the
incident now, it
that my friend Kelly should h
bt en in the cage who nt
into the shaft imperilled my I
If I had been conscious at I
instant I would have heaid the
DWARI) ZIMMERMAN
by J. Coiiirnf.
signal-bell ring
tellii
denfort that Kelly was stam
in the cage, ready to descend.
As I afterwards learned, Maddenfort remarl
to himself that morning that he would lower the
cage more slowly than usual. It being the first
trip that day, he wished to test the cables
VIEW OF THE INTERIOR OF THE DRUM FROM THE SIDF., SHOWING THE AXLE ON M HJC1I
From a Photo.
end facing the
night. The other door is at the
machinery. If there had been any light in the
sky that night it might have filtered in through
the three grime-stained windows in the little
thoroughly In t ting. H
was kind to me.
A second rap on thi
room, and the cable 1 — im
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started on its mad whirl, with me inside, help-
less and senseless. From that instant my
chances of escape were not worth" powder
enough to blow me into the next world.
It may be that the bolts, bruising and cutting
me, proved the beginning of my salvation, for it
was the pain of those jagged projections which
at length stirred me into semi-consciousness.
During the seconds that allowed my appalling
situation to dawn upon me I was being rolled
like a pea in a gigantic cylinder. But at last,
as my heart began
to sink with the
conviction that I
was indeed inside
a mine drum, the
increasing impetus
of my whirling
prison gathered
me up. The
second revolution
was not completed
before I was carried
bodily to the top
of the drum, and
as I dropped
heavily to the bot-
tom I awakened
to a full under-
standing of the
whole terrible,
paralyzing extent of
my danger. One
of the huge iron
spokes struck my
head. The blow
seemed to drive
presence of mind
into me, and I
grasped desperately
at the spoke, only
to see it whizz
from my hands. I
dropped, with numbed fingers, to the floor.
To leap out through the open side of the
flying drum meant certain death ; I should be
caught in the narrow space between the edge of
the drum and the floor, and cither be sliced in
half or torn limb from limb. And yet, if I
stayed in this awful spinning circle, I must be
slowly rent into pieces. Both alternatives pointed
to the same end — death. Yet there was no
other.
Which should I take ? Which offered the
better chance of escape? Would the whirling
ever cease? I grew dizzy as these and a
thousand other questions came crowding upon
me, one tumbling, as I was tumbling, on the
other's heels. Then I recalled, as if by inspira-
I WAS DEING ROLLED LIKE A I EA I.N A U UAN1IC CVL1NDEU.
tion, the story of how Claude Brubaker, a little
friend of mine, had saved his life in a fearful
predicament when he was caught in a screen in
a mechanical coal-breaker near by. Brubaker,
I remembered, crawled into the circular screen
to remove a hook that had clogged the coal,
when the engineer, mistaking the workman's
signal to reverse and run slowly, sent the screen
ahead, revolving like an electric fan, with the
little fellow inside. The man clung to the
spokes and turned with them while he screamed
for help. Breaker
hands, who had
seen Brubaker
whirling within the
screen, sounded a
warning, stopped
the machinery, and
so saved his life.
But where a
crowd of men had
seen and saved
Brubaker, here I
was alone with no
one even to hear
my cries. If I was
to be saved I must
save myself. In-
stinctively I tried
to repeat Bru-
baker's trick. I
reached again for
one of the iron
spokes, now darting
past me so fast that
I could scarcely see
them. I thrust out
my hands like a
drowning man
grasping for a straw,
for the spokes were
my only salvation.
But again the iron
slipped from my hands as if I had seized a greased
pole. Again I dropped to the moving floor.
By this time the speed of the drum had
increased immensely. The spokes flashed about
my head ; I was tossed from one side to the
other, and was carried swiftly to the top and
hurled to the bottom with every revolution. If
I had been put in a barrel lined with the
sharp points of thousands of nails and then
rolled down a mountain two miles long I do not
believe I would have suffered more than I did
from those drum bolts. They tore my clothes
to shreds ; they ripped wide pieces of skin from
my hands ; they prodded me like demons with
pitchforks at every turn.
A third time I grasped for the spokes, and a
ill 1 : CIRCLE OF DEATH.
'/
third time I only bruised my hands. Weakened
by the loss of blood, aching in every bone, terrified
and hopeless. I abandoned myself to my fate. I
felt that death, horrible and speedy, awaited me.
At the very next turn I was cast upon the
axle of the drum. It seemed at first to knock
the breath of life out of me. Then came a
sudden flocd of intelligence. As if the heavens
had opened and a streak of lightning had illu-
mined the awful darkness of my fears, a provi-
dential message flashed through my dazed mind.
" Hang on to the axle ! " I said to myself, as
if someone were bidding me for the first time to
hope. I seemed suddenly to be able to think ;
to fix my mind upon the world outside of this
whirling inferno — this circle of torture.
Madden fort, I surmised, was at the throttle,
and Kelly, my friend, must be in the
cage shooting down the shaft — both
of them oblivious of what their daily
routine could mean to the unfortu-
nate man being whirled and tossed
to his death inside the drum.
Hoping against hope, I clung to
the axle while it turned ceaselessly
and relentlessly. I lay upon my
abdomen as limply as I could, relax-
ing my whole body. The solid shaft,
nearly a foot in diameter, seemed to
fit me perfectly. But I was filled
with horror as I thought of the possi-
bility that some slight part of my
clothing — a button, or even my
watch — might prevent free revolu-
tion under me. The smallest change
in the delicate adjustment of balance
I was maintaining so anxiously
meant that by a single quick turn I
should be flung down again to the
bottom of the drum, amid that bed
of ragged and torturing spikes. I
could hope for no second fortunate
chance to carry me to the top and
drop me directly on that saving axle.
Smooth and polished as the iron shaft was, it
seemed to grind into my very vitals. But it
offered sweet relief as compared to those bolts
below, above, and everywhere about me, with
sharpened points grappling for me at every turn.
And all the time the great drum revolved,
while I made my last desperate juggle with my
pain-racked body for the sake of the little life
that was still left within me. Scarcely three
minutes had passed, but they seemed three days
to me.
After four hundred and fifty feet of the rope
had uncoiled the drum stopped suddenly, in
order to let the "fire boss" get off at the first
mine lift. That stop saved my life.
Summoning all the strength remaining in my
aching form, I pulled myself up over the axle,
grasped a spoke, and swung clear out of the
side of the drum to the Boor above. I was not
a fraction of a second too >oon. The next
instant the drum resumed its whirl the
mine cage dropped to the bottom of the
two hundred and seventy-five feet below. I
I not acted the instant the drum stopped, death
would have stepped into that living tomb and
claimed me.
As the drum resumed its dizzy whirl I tun
my eyes away, fearing to lose my balance and
again fall into its torturing maw. The spi
seemed to form one continuous, dazzling
of light, while the bolts, which a second before
stood out plain and distinct, now faded from
ENGINEER MADDENFOKT, WHO WAS OPERATING THE DRUM WHEN TH1 MET
. . — .*
Front a]
WITH HIS ADVENTURE.
view.
There was something in that spinning
cage that fascinated me, and now I felt an
almost irresistible impulse to whirl with il
It may be that the revolutions had
sensation resembling that which one has after
battling among heavy ocean billow
every time you close your eyes, that you
still being tossed by the waves. And so I
felt myself being spun and spun in the drum,
although I fully realized that 1 had been m
fully delivered from its clutches and was 1;
safely on the floor a few feet away.
Exhausted and bleeding, I It as it
bone in my body was broken. A dim i
tion came over me that I would fall tain
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death if I should attempt to walk along the
open side of the drum. My legs refused to
support me, and my steps were more unsteady
than a drunken man's. So I crawled on the
floor, alongside of the engine, and staggered out
in front of Maddenfort, who was standing at the
lever.
"Halloa, Ed ! What are you doing here?"
he asked, in astonishment. Then he noticed my
plight and changed his tone. "You are a
sight ! " he said. " What on earth have you
been doing ? "
I told him as well as I could what had
I TOI.U HIM AS WELL AS I COULD WHAT HAD HAH'ENF.D
happened. At first he refused to believe it.
But when I showed him my bleeding hands,
my bruised face, and torn clothes he marvelled.
Quickly stopping the drum, Maddenfort
leaped to my side and assisted me to a chair.
Then he proceeded to examine me for broken
bones. He found none. Bruises and scratches
were there in plenty ; but there was not one
fractured bone. I rested for half an hour
before I attempted to walk to my home, which
was only three hundred yards from the engine-
house.
The whistles had scarcely blown for work
when the story of my adventure was on the
tongue of every one of the six hundred men
and boys employed at the Burnside colliery.
Those who expected to see me sent to the
hospital were surprised the next day when I
reported for work as usual.
As I stepped on the mine cage that morning,
however, to be lowered into the shaft, the
recollection of my terrible experience came
back to me so vividly that, as every foot of the
cable uncoiled from the drum, I could picture
myself being whirled to destruction inside it.
That journey to the bottom
of the workings seemed twice
as long as usual. Alighting,
I turned to the " inside
boss."
" I guess I won't work
down here to-day," I said,
faintly.
« Why ? "
But I shook my head and,
boarding the next cage, was
soon on the surface, safe
and sound, and feeling much
more comfortable. I worked
on the upper ground that
day, and have not gone
below since.-
How I escaped alive from
that whirling drum is as
much a miracle to me to-
day as it is to mining experts
throughout the United States,
who have declared my adven-
ture unparalleled in the his-
tory of the coalfields.
Those three thrilling
minutes spent within the
whizzing cylinder will never
be forgotten, should I live
to be a century old, and already the story
of the experience has passed into mining
tradition. I bear no visible signs of the
adventure now in the shape of broken bones or
scarred skin, but the intense mental agony I
underwent is photographed on my brain so
deeply that I can never lose sight of it. Even
now I sometimes awake at night streaming with
perspiration, after an imaginary struggle with
death inside a moving mine drum.
Eight Years Among the Afghans.
THE EXPERIENCES OF A LADY DOCTOR.
By Mrs. K. Daly, Medical Adviser to the Goveunmeni oi Afghanistan.
I.— ON THE ROAD TO KABUL.
We have pleasure in presenting this remarkable series of articles, written exclusively for '« The
Wide World Magazine." For eight years Mrs. Daly has lived continuously in the strange
"closed land" of Afghanistan, acting as Medical Officer to the Government and Physician to the
Queen. During this period she has had countless opportunities of gaining an insight into tin-
inner life of the Afghans and their country — a land which is hard to get into and harder
to get out of. Everywhere she went Mrs. Daly was accompanied by an armed escort, and she
has much to say concerning the perils and humours of her life in Kabul. For the last thi
years of her sojourn she was the only white woman in Afghanistan. Mrs. Daly's narrative and
photographs will be found of absorbing interest.
BEG your pardon, but my servant
tells me that you have come from
Kabul ! Is it true ? "
Thus was I accosted by a lady,
this side of Ali Musjid, as I came
through the Kyber Pass shortly before Christmas
of 1903.
" Yes," I replied. " It is true that I have
come from Kabul."
"But," said the lady, astonished, "they
wouldn't let me go there ! "
" No," replied I, with a smile, " I don't think
they would."
" Yes ; but they let you go. How's that ?
How did you get there ? Is your husband an
official ? "
" No ; my husband is dead, and was never in
Kabul."
Whereupon
she looked very
bewildered, but a
light began to
dawn when I told
her that I had
been in Kabul
for some years.
"Ah! Then
you must be the
lady doctor. I've
heard of you.
How interesting !
I'm so pleased to
see you. And is
this the convey-
ance in which
you have come
down ? What a
Vol. xiv. — 67.
curious thing it is ! It's got no wheels ! Aren't
you afraid it will turn over? And what do they
call it ? "
Greater heights of interest were reached wl
I told her that it was called a " takht-rawan "
or " moving throne." Erom the name, by the
way, it is quite evident that this was the < om
ance formerly used by Kings when on their
journeys ; and to this day these weird affairs
not owned by private individuals, but are the
property of the "God-granted Government,"
and are only allowed to be used by members <>f
the Royal family and by those to whom special
favour is being shown. The fust photograph
shows me in the quaint conveyance which so
interested my voluble acquaintan
It was never my intention to write anything
iRESS IN Mi H r-RAWAN,
From a\
v. CURIOUS
FROM KABUL.
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about Afghanistan or its people and I kept no
notes, which would have greatly assisted me in
such an undertaking. I only do so now at the
request - of the Editor of The Wide World
Magazine, and because such extraordinary
questions have been asked me about the
country, its people and their customs.
It is, of course, impossible for the outside
world to know anything of a closed country
such as Afghanistan. During the time I have
been there, over eight years (I went there with
Miss Hamilton as her assistant, when she
returned with Prince Nasrullah, after his visit
to England), only a dozen people — English,
German, and French — have come and gone,
most of them coming on business and staying
only for a short time. They saw little of the
real life of the country, and it did not press on
allowed to go at once. This resulted in my
being sent down with Mrs. Fleischer. It is
strange how in this world one event overlaps
another. Had Mr. Fleischer been allowed to
accompany his wife he would probably have
been alive to-day. He would have gone to
Germany and remained there, having sufficient
means to keep him in comfort. But, instead,
his tragic death has gone to swell the number
of murders in that strange closed country.
The next photograph is a good portrait of the
murdered man, taken on a hunting trip. In the
foreground is a magnificent man-eating tiger
which fell to Mr. Fleischer's gun.
Of some things in Afghanistan one cannot
speak or write, and it is best not even to think.
For eight years Mr. Frank Martin was never out
of the country and never had a holiday of any
MR. FLEISCHER, THE GERMAN ENGINEER, AT HIS HUNTING CAMP — HE WAS RECENTLY MURDERED O.N THE BORDER.
/■ ; 0111 a Photo.
them as it did upon us who were continuously
living there.
Twice during the eight years I was sent down
to India on business — the first time to bring up
Mrs. Martin, the wife of the engineer-in-chief,
and the second time to take Mrs. Fleischer, wife
of the chief of the gun factory — who has
recently been killed on the border — and her
two children to Bombay. Mr. Fleischer asked
leave to take his family home to Germany.
The Ameer replied that there was some special
work which he wished Mr. Fleischer to attend
to, and when that was done he might go. Mr.
Fleischer then insisted upon his wife being
sort. The only change he could get was to put
up a tent on the roof of his house and call it his
"summer health resort." When he did get
down to India, what a treat it was to see an
English Tommy Atkins and look at bungalows
and drive over good roads again ! When he
came into Peshawar, he said, " Don't speak.
Don't interrupt. I'm enjoying myself." He
was looking at the barracks ! He could have
spent hours just looking at the people driving by
in their carriages. Oh, to be among one's own
people once more ! None but those who have
been away in a strange land for a long time will
understand what we felt when we reached
EIGHT YEARS AMONG THE AFGHANS.
From a]
Landi-Kotal on the way down, and were
welcomed by English officers. I overheard
one of my attendants say, " They are her
own relations." But I'm afraid the officers
would not have been flattered by such strange-
looking relations. We were more like specimens
for the Zoo than
anything else. As
one of them once
said to me : " You
are better looking
when you go up,
but much more
interesting when
you come down."
How kind our
own people were,
and how they
understood one !
What pleasant
faces they had !
And yet it took
some time before
we could become
one of them.
We had been
away in that
other world so long that we felt as if we could
only watch the people and things as onlookers
who watch a play, not taking part in it. We felt
ourselves old-fashioned and not in the running
at all, but behind all this there was an odd
feeling that we had had experiences of life
and death ; had been behind the veil and
seen things face to face as but few see them.
Many people are
anxious to penetrate
into this country with
closed doors lying on
our borders. But it is
a difficult undertaking.
It is so easy to close
those doors with that
wall of mountains shut-
ting Afghanistan off
from the world.
Before being allowed
to proceed through the
Kyber Pass you must
have a written passport
from the Political
Officer commanding
the Kyber. To get
this you must produce
the Ameer's authority
showing that he wishes
you to go to Kabul.
Then the Political
Officer writes to the From a}
MR. FLEISCHERS RESIDENCE IN- KAl;UL
r
Sarhung at I >akka, the first station on the Afghan
frontier (the Sarhung is the offi< er on the Afghan
frontier who corresponds to our < lommissioner at
Peshawar), asking if th 1 to take you up to
Kabul is there. If so. you are allowed to prrx
Truly it is a difficult country to get into, but
still more dift!
to get out of. As
a matter of fa
if the Afj
cared to ki
one, it would be
quite impossible
to get away. I
British guard
Orts you as far
as Landi-Khana,
where you are met
by the Afghan
soldiers. If they
wish to do j
special honour
the Sarhung
meets you with
your guard fi
[Photo. Kabul as well
as his o w i ,
border police. I have had as many as
fifty soldiers with me from Landi-Khana to
Dakka. I know the road fairly well, ha\
been up three times and down three times, but
never was the journey twice the same. It is
always wearisome and tedious, taking from ten
to twelve days from Peshawar to Kabul. My
first journey up was the worst for me, becauv 1
then had my first attack
m of malarial fever, con-
tracted in Peshawar.
My temperature rose
to one hundred and
six, and I had three
wet packs on the road.
We did not delay
my account, as it
thought best to :
on, and that the
of air would do me
good. The jourm
which I had !
trouble from th
or anyoi the
one down.
- the ni'
■
way I
could then
of ti try.
the r< t, but
St
1
i
m
DALY ON H
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From a]
ONE OF THE WORST STRETCHES ON THE KABUL ROAD.
{Photo.
perhaps the worst part of the road, because
the hottest, is shown in the above picture. As
you will see, it is a land of stones ; there is no
shelter, and the sun beats down mercilessly. I
got my face so blistered crossing this place in
February, the cold season, that I could not bear
to wash my face for days, and looked anything
but beautiful when we finally reached Kabul.
This is a piece of country between Jellalabad
and Fateabad, and here there must at one time
have been a great lake. The late Mr. Guthrie
described his experience in this place. He said :
" I was utterly exhausted, and my tongue was so
dry that I could not speak, and it fairly rattled
in my mouth. Water did me no good. At last
one of the soldiers gave me a piece of rhubarb,
with which I rubbed my mouth and then ate a
little, which relieved my thirst."
The geological formation of the country is
very wonderful. What tremendous force it
must have taken to move whole mountains so
that the strata are perpendicular ! I never took
Front a\
A CAMI'lNG-<. ROUND EN ROUTE TO I II E CAI'ITAL.
Photo.
EIGHT YEARS AMONG THE AFGHANS.
a book with me on these journeys ; the book of
Nature was too interesting forme to need one,
and I often used to find pleasure in thinking
what a happy hunting-ground this will one day
be for our scientists.
In another picture our tents are being put up
before our arrival, between two shallow streams
of water. The ruby mines are near here, and at
this place we always had a lot of trouble to get
provisions. The soldiers would come back with
very little after being away foraging for hours.
A camp of fifty or sixty horses, besides camels
and donkeys and about fifty human beings,
required a lot of food.
After leaving this place we went over some
rough country and over high mountains, taking
the famous Lata-Bund Pass, or " Rag-bound
Pass," on our way. Here we saw thousands of
bits of rag tied to the bushes. The legend runs
that women will
have healthy chil-
dren and gain
favour in the eyes
of their lords if
they tie a piece
of cloth on to a
1 ush in the " Rag-
bound Pass."
Certain pre-
scribed prayers,
of course, accom-
pany the cere-
mony. It is an
extraordinary ex-
hibition of super-
stition, and is
most implicitly
believed in by thousands
Next we came into a
From a]
ANOTHER OF MKS. DALYS CAMPS.
of
Afghan
women,
part of the country
where volcanic eruptions must have occurred
comparatively recently. Here are to be seen
hundreds of lava-cones, big and little — some
looking like the head of a family with his
children gathered around him. The craters are
of various colours and are never twice the same,
but constantly change with the weather.
The first view the traveller gets of the Valley
of Kabul is from a high point in the road wind-
ing over the mountains. This is about two
days' journey away.
When we got to the last stage the horses
made a great noise, whinnying and wanting to
gallop. ^They knew they were nearing home.
Soon we were within the six-mile radius of
Kabul Kotwali (police-station), outside of which
no one is allowed to go without a rah-dari (r<
pass). To leave the country without a rah-dari
—and this is only granted for special reasons to
certain people— is a capital' crime, and pui ish
able by death. But, v< iu will saj . " '•'
ile must be to return to b If tl
arc out, why don't tip ) >Ut ? "
But this difficulty has
Bef< »re a man is allowed 1 1 >untry
he must give hostages for his return. It
fails to do so, the penalty must b by the
unfortunate hi i His I imily will
in prison and all his property confi
the same fate will happen to th
went surety for him. In this
tell you a story which will show you thai
of these people can l>e unselfish and
One evening, about six o'clock, 1 was walk
along the road to \isit one of my patient .
I heard the big gun go off. This -tin is l
every day at twelve o'clock to tell tl.
when everyone who po > a watch bring
out and regulates it. It is also fired dui
1'
/an, in op
the pi ople ii
know when to
break their :
— there are no
public cloi ks in
Afg hanistan
a n d o n S t a
occasions Royal
salutes are I
in honour of the
Ameer. It
heard it fire at
any other t
w e k n e w that
someone had
been blown to
pieces. So I said to one of my guards, " W
is that?" The soldier looked very grave. " ll
is a soldier," the man replied, "who ran away to
India: but, on hearing that his wife and family
had been put in prison, returned to the country
and gave himself up. He arrived in Kabul this
morning, and has just been blown to |
As we went along the road into Kabul
passed to the left the Bala Hiss.ir (Higl
the old Royal residence. X" English i
woman will 'ever pass this place without think
of the Cavagnari Mas rid of I
of brave men who fought and fell tl
such dreadful odds. Till tl
! [tenant Hamilton is spoken ol i K
the " brave Feringhee."
up there Miss Hamilton i
his father asking if she could
,,f : I s death. A
i nit to get to know anytl
fortune I met a man wh
t his. During tl
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THE BALA HISSAR, OR HIGH FORT, WHERE CAVAGNARI A\D Ills GA1
From a Photo.
THEIR LAST STAND.
Residency, he said, he had offered Lieutenant
Hamilton a disguise in which he would convey
him away. The young officer, however, refused,
and died at the post of duty.
One of Ameer Yacoob's slave girls who is still
in Kabul told me that she was in the room
when Yacoob got the news that the British
Residency had been attacked. She described
his distress to me — how he threw himself on the
ground, calling on Heaven to know what he
should do. Afghan ladies have also described
to me their terror and flight from the palace
when Lord Roberts came up with his avenging
army.
The late Ameer had the ground hereabouts
turned up several times, searching for buried
treasure which was reputed to lie there. The
present Ameer, however, has had it made into a
garden with a summer-house and band-stand,
and so this monument of Afghan treachery and
British valour and vengeance is at last covered
up.
Inside the old walls of the Bala Hissar is the
" Black Well " —a place more dreaded by
Afghan prisoners than anything else. To be
blown from a gun or hanged only means a short
time to suffer, but to be condemned to be
incarcerated in this black hole, there to die a
lingering death, is a fate awful to contemplate.
There was a rumour that the well was to be
filled up, but whether this has been done or not
I cannot say. As you can quite understand, I
never went to see any of these places of punish-
ment.
Native ladies have told me that when they
were girls they were not allowed to look out
into the road. They were told that if they did
they would see an Englishman, which meant
that they would be cursed for ever„ in this life
and the next ! As one old man said to me,
however, " All this has been changed since you
came. It used to be that when I saw an
Englishman I wanted to kill him, but I want to
shake hands when I see one now."
This, of course, was said in time of peace.
It sounds very nice, but such a statement is not
to be depended upon. If trouble arose, it is
very likely that the old hereditary instinct to
kill the Feringhee would be revived.
'•' Feringhee " means to the Afghans more
than foreigner ; it means " unbeliever," an
enemy of the faith and of God. It is in this
question of religious difference that our danger
lies, and over which much blood, both British
and Afghan, has been spilt.
I have been cursed, derided, stoned, and
insulted as " the Feringhee." On looking
around, the perpetrators of these deeds could
never be found. The soldiers of my escort -
they accompanied me everywhere — used to
EIGHT YEARS AMONG THE AFGHANS.
exclaim indignantly and look to me for orders ;
but I knew that in their hearts they were really
applauding the deriders. For an instant I
would be angry at these insults, but then I
thought, "They don't know what they are
doing ; they really believe that we are the
children of the Evil One." People at home
would be shocked if they knew with what
wickednesses the Afghans credit us. They think
that it may not be good policy to injure the
Feringhee personally, but they do not think it
wrong to he of or to him, to cheat or steal his
goods, or indirectly cause him pain or suffering.
If opportunity offers they will not hesitate to
torture or even kill him ; for they say, " Is he
were more than gold or wealth, as I »h<
the benefit of them both in tins world ami the
one to come. Their best wish lor me was that
I might become a Mohammedan. This «
apart from the credit to thi . for the
greatest service they can do tor their relig
to make converts. "Oh! it you would only
become a Mussulman," was their cry, ami tl
really meant it for my good.
I have often been embarrassed by ;
throwing themselves at my feet,
do something for them. Others would ask
just to touch them with my ham Is, if 1 1 1 ■
no medicine to cure them. Some would timidly
rub their hands over my dress, evidently thinking
From a]
A GENERAL VIEW
not the enemy of the Mussulman, and, there-
fore, of God ? "
On the other hand, as the reliever of pain
and healer of the sick I have been lauded,
blessed, and prayed for, and even pointed out
as an example for Mussulmans to copy. I was
told that I had the prayers of Mussulmans, which
that some magic virtue appertained even to my
clothes. Sometimes a patient who had I
under treatment would be returning to his home
cured, and the waiting crowd would be bidden
to "all take off your hats and pray for Intern
Sahib." The picture of those praying crowds
remains in my memory to-day.
(To be continued.)
MY INITIATION.
By J. O. Grey.
The author is an officer in the Mercantile Marine, and here describes his first trip to sea on board
a North Sea fishing-boat. As he remarks, it is a wonder that the terrifying experiences which he
underwent during that short cruise did not turn him against the ocean for the rest of his life.
CHURCH clock had just boomed
out the hour of seven through the
keen, brisk air of a beautiful morn-
ing in early November as the steam
fishing-boat Scotia, one hundred and
ten tons register, cast off her moorings in the
Tyne and began to make her way slowly and
cautiously amongst the many vessels towards
the open sea.
In and out we moved, guided by the strong,
steady hand of Bill Stevens, our skipper, crossing
this one's bo-\s, running under that one's stern,
but never touching anything.
We had made an early
start so as to reach the fish-
ing grounds before dark and
make hay, or rather to catch
fish, while the sun shone ;
and certainly the present
prospects were all in our
favour.
But, early as we were, we
were not the only boat
astir. As we drew out from
amongst the shipping into
a clearer part of the river
the paddle tug Stag was
seen plunging along in our
wake, going for all she was
worth and overhauling us
hand over hand.
The Stag had been the
boat to fly the " cock " at
the mast-head for speed
before the Scotia was built,
and, although there had
never been a proper trial
between them, it was an
understood thing that the
Scotia was the better boat.
And now here was the very opportunity for her
to wrest the coveted " cock " from her rival.
" D'ye see the old Stag there, Bill ? " sang out
our engineer. " We'd better get a move on us,
else he'll lick us all to bits."
" Don't worry yourself, man ; just let her go
canny and get up a good head of steam till he
gets alongside," replied Stevens. "Then we'll
let him see what we are made of.
" What cheer, Joe Boag ! " was his hearty
greeting, as the Stag ranged alongside.
THE AUTHOR, Ml.. J. O. GRKY, WHO HERE DESCRIBES
HIS FIRST TRII' TO SEA.
From a Photo.
" What cheer, Bill Stevens ! Which way are
you going ? "
"About sixty miles north-east of the Long-
stone. Are you going out ? "
"No; we're just going up as far as North
Sunderland," answered Joe Boag. " I'll tell you
what, Bill ; we'll give you a run up as far as
St. Mary's Island. I'll bet you a sovereign we
beat you by a quarter of a mile and still fly the
cock."
" Done, Joe, my lad," cried Stevens, enthu-
siastically. "Now, then, Jack"— this to the
engineer — "let her go."
The engines were opened
out and the good old Scotia
leaped forward, seemingly
knowing she had a tough
opponent to beat. With
clouds of black smoke
pouring from the funnels,
engines throbbing to their
utmost capacity, the spark-
ling spray sheering away
from the bows and falling in
beautiful rainbows in the
bright sunshine, the two
vessels raced on, side by
side, broadside to broad-
side, like two racehorses
running neck to neck, each
straining to get the better
of the other, yet neither
gaining an inch. The
stokers down below
worked like demons and
the two skippers, hold-
ing their respective
wheels in an iron grasp,
tried by all the little
moves known to them
to outwit one another.
On we went, on and on, as though lashed
together ; away past the Priors rocks, away across
the bar, both boats still holding their own; then,
by an excellent move on our skipper's part, we
obtained an inside position. The captain looked
more grim and determined, the engineer simply
poured oil on his engines, the fireman redoubled
his efforts, and we scraped round the North Pier
buoy and out into the open sea, leading the Stag
by a couple of yards, which was hailed by a great
MY INITIATION.
537
cheer on board our vessel. As we drew out into
the open the Scotia soon showed a slight advan-
tage over her more cumbersome rival in the
choppy little sea kicked up by the brisk
northerly breeze, and continued to draw away
from her until there was almost a boat's length
between us. Everyone thought that Joe Boag
would have to acknowledge himself beaten, when
a hail from him told us he had not yet given up.
" Don't think you are finished with me yet.
Bill Stevens," he shouted ; " I haven't been
skipper of this old boat over twelve years for
nothing ; you may keep ahead of me, but I'll
be hanged if you'll get away from me." Then,
with a turn of his wrist, he gave his vessel a
little starboard helm and sheered across fair in
the wake of the Scotia. This manoeuvre gave
the Stag the advantage of perfectly smooth
water and also the benefit of the " backward
draught " which always hangs in a ship's wake.
And so we
went on, stem
to stern, mile
after mile,
twisting and
turning all
ways to shake
them off, yet
to no purpose.
Our crew were
obviousl-y
angry by this
time and the
skipper fum-
ing, while the
Stag's people
laughed and
enjoyed our
discomfiture
immensely.
And now
St. Mary's
Lighth ou s e
was looming
largely on the
horizon, and
another half-hour's steaming would bring
us abeam of it, so that, if we wanted to win
the race, something must be done, and
done quickly.
Hard-a-port swung our helm, hard-
a-port went the Stag's; again the Stag
swung round, still following in our wake
like a shadow, whilst a derisive laugh was
borne across the sea towards us ; again and
again was this repeated, but all in vain
we could not, with all our superior speed
and skillul handling, shake her off.
Things were looking desperate when
Vol. xiv.-68.
our skipper leaned over the bridge and asked
if they could not get another turn out ol the
engines.
"If we do, we'll hurst her up, Dill ' was the
reply.
"Well, we'll have to do something; we will
risk the bursting, but leal that fell
must."
The boilers throbbed and the engim
with the extra pressure put upon them
little boat fairly leaped through the water. I hen
of a sudden the wheel was whizzed like a Hash
hard over to port. Round swung the Scotia
like a gull on the wing, and round came the
Stag in our wake, but before she had tune to
check herself our helm was as quickly sent over
to starboard, and back we flashed again, this
time clear across the bows of our rival, almost
running her down. Then we sheered away and
began to drop her astern, and only just in
time, for ten
minutes lab r
we passed the
lighthouse. ^
had won the
race, and a
mighty cheer
e< hoed ovi r
the sunny
answered by a
shout from
Joe Boag.
-Well done.
Bill St. v
he roared.
"You've beat
me both
and square,
and I'll !)■ V
the sovereign
and the co< k
ready for you
when you
back again
to Shieli
and
good luck to
Pa s i n g
I -
land
house, wh
in
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greeting to the old keeper as we steamed past.
( )ur course was now altered to due north-east for
the fishing grounds, where we should arrive about
an hour before sunset, leaving a good margin to
"shoot the lines " before it got fairly dark.
The cook, a boy of fifteen years or there-
abouts, in blue flannel .shirt and greasy pants,
now announced dinner, and leaving him to
steer for the present all hands tumbled down
below to refresh the inner man with huge hunks
of roast beef and potatoes, baked fish, and suet
pudding, a very wholesome if very plain dinner.
It was not long, though, before I was glad to
escape up into the fresh air again ; the jumpy
motion of the vessel, the stuffy smell of
engine-room and bilge water, and the unmistak-
ably greasy appearance of the dinner gave my
stomach some decided qualms, though I most
indignantly protested against the suggestion that
I was sea-sick.
After dinner was finished and pipes were filled
and lighted the hatches were taken off and the task
of getting ready for fishing was begun.
First of all twelve huge baskets were
hiuled up on deck, each containing
half a mile of line. Two hundred
hooks were attached to every one of
these, with a space of a few yards
between each hook ; next came the
baskets of glittering fresh herring
which were to be used as bait. We
had now begun to come in sight of
the vessels on the banks, and by the
time all hands had hastily swallowed
a mug of tea and eaten a piece of
bread we had arrived at the fishing
grounds. Skipper " Bill " took the
wheel, the engines were slowed
down, and without more ado the
crew took up their stations and
commenced to shoot the lines.
First of all the buoy, or " dan "
as it is called (a piece of cork about
two feet square, through the centre
of which passes a long pole bearing
a flag, and with a weight at the
lower end so that it will stand up-
right in the water) was put over-
board with the extreme end of the
first line attached. Then, as the
boat moved ahead, the line was
paid out by one man, while another
baited the hooks. The first line
was bent to the second one, and
so on, the men working thus in re-
liefs, until all of them were shot.
Another " dan " was then made
stopped and the vessel laid to, "dodging the
dan" and waiting for next morning to haul in
the lines again, laden with the denizens of the
deep. Then we should set off at full speed for
the market.
But what a lot was to happen before then,
what anxious hours we were to pass through,
what dangers to face and overcome ! Could
anyone on board the Scotia have known what
was before him as we proudly steamed out of
the River Tyne, this voyage, at least, would
never have been made.
It was about two bells, or one o'clock in the
morning. All hands had turned in as soon as
the lines were shot, leaving one man on deck
to "dodge the dan," intending to have a good
sleep and make an early start in the morning.
Suddenly we were rudely aroused by the look-
out bellowing down the companion-way, " Come
on, lads ; tumble up and get the lines hauled !
There's a north-easter coming, by the look of it."
In an instant every man was out and hurriedly
fast to the end, with a
lamp on it. Then the
lighted
engines
IN AN INSTANT
EVERY MAN WAS OUT AND HURRIEDLY GETTING INTO HIS GREAT
SEA-BOOTS AND OILSKINS."
M\ INITIATION,
getting into his great sea-boots and oilskins.
Then, pulling their sou'-westers well down on
their heads and great woollen mittens on their
hands, they rushed up on deck. 1 also got up
and dressed as quickly as I could, though greatly
inconvenienced by the motion of the boat, which
had begun to bob up and down, round and
round, in a most bewildering manner, making it
very difficult for me to keep my feet and causing
me to hang on more than once to prevent my-
self being pitched violently back into my bunk
again.
When I did reach the deck I could not help
being struck by the great change that had come
over the weather since turning in. Then the
heavens were resplendent with myriads of stars,
twinkling in an almost transparent sky. Now
low-flying masses of cloud chased each other
across the sky from a huge black bank on the
horizon, occasionally lit up with a flash of
lightning. The wind, though still light, was
moaning through the rigging like some human
being in distress. A long swell swinging away
from the north-east, in which the old Scotia was
wallowing and groaning, told plainly of the gale
we might soon expect. Speed and dispatch was
the order of the day, or rather night, if we
meant to get the lines hauled and way on the
boat before the storm broke. Everyone moved
swiftly and silently about their various occupa-
tions, scarcely daring to speak above a whisper.
Flares were lighted, and the Scotia was
steamed up to the " dan," which was quickly
dragged on board. The line was seized upon
by two fishermen, while a third stood by with a
picket (a pole with a sharp hook at the end),
hooked the fish as they appeared, and hauled
them on deck, to be unhooked by another man
and then passed along, and so on down the
holds. The engines all this time were kept
going slow astern so as to keep the least weight
on the line. One basket had already been
hauled and another started on and still the gale
had not reached us, though the swell was now
more perceptible and the moaning in the rigging
had increased, accompanied with occasional
little puffs of wind and wet sleet. The darkness
closed in around us, blacker and still blacker.
And now here was the end of the second
line, and the third was just started upon when
out of the north-east came a blinding, dazzling
flash of lightning, a mighty roar as of a thousand
demons let loose, and with a shriek and a howl
the storm burst upon us.
" Make fast the line to the dan and throw it
overboard ! " rang out the command of the
skipper, heard even above the din of the gale.
" Batten down all hatches ; stand by the engines,
Jack." Then, turning to the cook, who was
al o on deck, he cried : "Jump down, for jrour
life, .ind I. '11 the fir- man to
steam he i an ; the soonei om tins
the bett
The lines W( in cast ■ id with the
"dan" attached, everythin
secured, the engines started full speed ah
and the Scotia swung slowly round on i
helm, and we were <>n i unni
gale, which shrieked higher and high
by this time with the force of a tornado. I
sea began to lash and rage, as though angry at
our flight.
Through the remaining hours of that terrible
night— which to me seemed endless tl
old Scotia staggered along before the storm,
which lashed itself to greater fury with .
succeeding squall of blinding snow. When at
last the daylight came, struggling out of a leaden
sky, it brought with it but little reli< I : it only
seemed to heighten the horror of the
Before we could only imagine, now we could
see, and the fury of the elements was terrible
to behold.
To help tl\e labouring boat along the i
was now given to set the fore and mail
trysails, and while this was being done the
Longstone Lighthouse hove in sight through the
flying spoon-drift, to be lost again in an instant
as we flashed by and disappeared in a scurrj
snow squall. Forty miles more and. all bi
well, we should be safe in the Tyne. Sui h
was everyone's thought as he came beloi
partake of a much-needed cup of cofB
had the men taken their seats, however, when
a squall, fiercer than all the rest, struck our
devoted little vessel. Over she went, until we
thought she must capsize. All hands made a
scramble for the hatchway, tumbling one i
the other in their mad haste as the voice of Bill
Stevens bellowed down the companion way : —
"On deck, every mother's son of you. and
these trysails in. Jump for your lives, else this
is the last of us ! "
With difficulty, yet within a few seconds or so,
the halyards were let go.
"Ease off the sheets !" came the i ler.
The helm was put hard up, and th<
careened more and more, till now the
was awash. Such was the fearful list
that the jaws of the gaffs, jamming hard
the mast-heads, absolutely i I
sails come down ! Nothing*
unless the masts carr
despairingly at each ot
to the weather-rail. "Weari
was the thought in every mind at t!.
moment.
But what is this ? A
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his way — Heaven alone knows how — along the
deck to windward. It was Davy Young, and he
had an axe in his hand. Slash, slash ; he was
cutting away the weather backstays ! One more
cut and away went the foremast over the side,
wreckage and speed on our way with a muttered
prayer for our vanished comrade, invoking a
blessing on the poor wife and little ones left to
mourn his loss.
After the squall had passed, enabling us to
'.?
HE WAS CUTTING AWAY THE WEATHER BACKSTAYS
almost at the same
moment as the main-
mast fell by the board,
cut away by Tom Stone-
house. We were saved !
Just as the Scotia,
relieved of the great
pressure which had
been dragging her over,
sprang up like a cork and made a heavy roll to
windward, a huge green sea, higher than all the
rest, broke full on board. Over us it rushed in
anger, tons and tons of water in one mighty,
irresistible flood, sweeping everything before it.
Ugly as it was, however, the good old Scotia
was equal to it. Shaking herself like a great
Newfoundland dog, she rolled the mass of water
off her deck, stood upright, and again sprang
forward with renewed energy. But where was
Davy Young ? We looked around. He was
there before the sea struck us, but now— — !
Poor Davy was gone ; he had saved our lives
and the vessel— at the cost of his own. We
could do nothing — nothing but clear away the
ffitf'l. see a few hundred yards
ahead, a Scotch fishing-boat
was sighted driving, like
ourselves, before the gale,
carrying a whole mainsail
and leaning over at a dan-
gerous angle.
" That man's a fool, who-
ever he is, showing so much canvas in such
a weight of wind," cried our skipper. "If she
should happen to broach-to nothing could
prevent her from going over."
Presently, as we watched, she began to yaw
about. There was evidently something wrong
with her. The tiller ropes were carried away,
the helmsman was knocked overboard by the
madly-swinging tiller; then the boat, with a wild
lurch, rushed up in the wind's eye. She hung
there for a moment, then like a flash she went
over. For a few seconds her mainsail lay flat
on the water, then gradually disappeared from
view as first her bilge and then her keel came
uppermost.
MY INITIATION.
"Volunteers for the boat's
crew ! Who'll make the
attempt to rescue yon poor
souls ? " roared Bill Stevens.
There was no need to ask.
Already the men were cutting
and hacking at the boat's lash-
ings. There was no time to
wait for gear and tackles to
hoist her out. We could do
without them when human
lives were at stake. With a
heave of muscular arms the
boat was lifted bodily up and
flung over the side into the
raging sea. Almost before
one could speak four men had
jumped into her and shoved
off.
"Hold on, lads!" yelled
Stevens. " Here, take the
wheel one of you, and let me
come in the boat."
" Stop where you are, Bill
Stevens ; there's none can
handle the Scotia like you,"
came the answer ; " we'll save
'em if it is possible for man
to do it."
Away they went, away to
the rescue, battling and strug-
gling with the angry waves,
which threatened every
moment to swamp the little
craft. Nothing dismayed, how-
ever, they struggled on and
on. Now they were perched
on top of a combing sea, now
lost to sight in the valley of
the waters, but ever drawing
nearer to the wreck. They reached it — to find
nothing. Not a sign of a man, living or dead.
Only the name of the boat they got — the
Margaret and Jane, which had sailed out of the
harbour with us only yesterday. Sorrowfully
the boat was pulled back and ranged along-
side. Then, watching their chance, the men
sprang on board, and the Scotia was again
kept away before the gale.
The sea was now a little better, for we were
benefiting by the shelter of the Fame Islands,
though the air was thick with flying snow and
sleet, making it quite impossible to see more than
a boat's length away. One of the men was there-
fore sent forward with instructions to keep a
good look-out for the Coquet, which we knew,
by the distance run, we must be getting close
down to.
Bill Stevens, having been relieved for a few
THE BOAT WAS LIFTED BODILY Ul' AND H.UNG UYEK I hi
minutes, stood in the corner of the pilot
stamping his feet and beating his hands, which
were frozen with the intense cold, trying
induce circulation.
"Land close on the starboard b
warning cry rang out with startling distim in
Through a break in the storm-laden sky .1 I
low line of grey coast, with a \
foam at thi n, and th<
d down till we were running parallel wit':
All was well ; we v.
somely and should soon I
" Land on the port bow '
re?
•• breaker^ righl
Breakers 1 1 in that be 3 V
we? "Good h
the Coquet to windward !
The skipper made a mad rd With
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a sweep of his arm lie dashed aside the man
who held the wheel ; niceties are not thought of
in moments like these. He seized" it himself
and glanced quickly, desperately round.
Land close aboard to starboard, land close
aboard to port, breakers
ahead ! If we altered
the course one way we
should go on the coast,
if we went the other way
we must go on the
Coquet. If we kept on,
what awaited us? Only
too well we
knew, and
every man's
heart stood still
with the fear of
the horrible
death confront-
ing us — to be
smashed and
battered to
pieces amongst
those cruel,
merciless
rocks. Was this
to be the end
of it ? Was it
for this that we
had struggled
through the
darkness and
peril of the
past night, and
surmounted
the dangers of
the livelong
day ? Was there no hope ?
even at the eleventh hour ?
" The channel — the channel ! " shouted
Stevens, at last. " It is our only chance ! Every
man stand by to jump for his life ! "
Our only chance ! Yes '; but it would need
a higher power than that given to man to guide
us safely through such a channel as the one he
mentioned. Not more than fifty feet in the
widest part, and bordered on either hand by
rows of sharp, jagged, teeth-like rocks, to touch
which meant instant annihilation, it was a
passage which one would think twice ere
attempting to take a small boat through even
in the best of weather. Yet we must essay it
Dr perish.
Oilskins were torn off, sea-boots thrown to
one side, and guernseys and nether garments
followed. Everyone stood with despair in his
heart— literally facing death.
WITH A SWEEP OF HIS ARM HE DASHED ASIDE THE MAN WHO HELD THE WHEEL.
Must we succumb
On rushed the Scotia, straight into the heart
of that boiling surf. Up, up, and ever upwards
she mounted to the top of a mountainous sea,
almost standing on end. An instant she paused,
staggering on the summit ; then, as a wail of
agony was
wrung from
our hearts, she
hurled herself
forward. She
sank down,
down into the
swirling, eddy-
ing masses of
water in the
channel, just
scraping past
the dead ly
rocks on either
hand. Another
instant and we
were out at the
other end.
Heaven be
praised; we
were saved !
Away down
the coast sped
the Scotia,
seemingly with
fresh life in
her t i mbers.
Away past
Hartley, Whit-
ley, Culler-
coats, and
Tynemouth,
and so into
the comparative shelter of the piers. The
river was plentifully strewed with wrecks on
either hand, telling the awful tale of destruc-
tion, of the number of our brave sailors who
were sleeping their last sleep beneath the
angry waters, and of the women and children
wearily watching and waiting for the loved ones
who would never return. .
The fishing -boat Margaret and Jane was
towed into the Tyne the following day, bottom
up, with hatches battened down and the bodies
of seven fishermen in sea-boots and oilskins in
her little cabin.
Such is the true story of my experiences in
the great gale, so destructive to life and property,
which swept the North Sea in November, 1881.
Though I have followed the sea as a profession
since then, I often sit down and wonder why I
was not turned against salt-water and everything
else seafaring by " My Initiation."
f[AIZC(/£%ITE%03Y.
1 Hits/ rated with Photographs taken by Count Adrien ran der Burch.
Being a brightly-written account of a six weeks' walking tour through the very heart of Japan,
following the old pilgrim roads, and penetrating into the most unknown regions of Old Japan.
Mrs. Roby is the first white woman to make the journey, and her experiences, as here set forth.
are both interesting and amusing.
III.— DOWN THE NAKUSENDO.
EFORE describing this part of our
journey, I must preface it by saying
that the course of the Nakusendo —
river and old feudal way — is from
Oya to Kyoto towards Tokyo,
passing through, the provinces of Yamashiro,
Omi, Mino, Shiushu, Kotsuke, and Husashi.
The great road was built in the eighth century,
and was much frequented under the old regime
by the great feudatories obliged to pass some
months every year at the Court of the Mikado.
Since the construction of the railway and the
abolition of the old customs the Nakusendo
route has- been gradually deserted, but it
possesses considerable interest for the traveller
desirous of penetrating the intimate life of
Japan, and one is well repaid for the journey
by the stretches of beautiful country unfolded
along the route.
After a long and painful stage from Oya to
Shimo-no-Sawa, on the summit of the passes of
the Wade-Toge, we came upon one of those
beautiful vistas which, it is safe to say, Japan
alone can show. We were at an altitude of
six thousand feet, on a plateau covered with
cryptomerias and dotted with groups of pine.
Near by a group of tombs surmounted by figures
of divinities recalled to us the fact thai in
a.d. 1563 six warriors, surprised by the enemy,
followed the Japanese custom of bar.
rather than surrender.
From here the mountain went down in gentle
slopes towards deep valleys covered with thick
forests. Everywhere in the distam
ranges of mountains, on the tops of which ■
numerous cemeteries, consecrated t<> the
divinities whose names they hear. I rom I
too, could be seen lying in the distan lake
Sawa, which we had planned to reach that
evening, and beyond, in the clear atm
could be discerned the cone ol I uji
yama. The road was bordered with
houses, which formerl)
barons going up to Tokyo, d in m
precious lacquer, but which now harl
nothing better than thi
whose sole bag hat an<
One goes miles without seeinj
The country appears deserted
industry of th< ins is timber cuttii
timber sold is confided to !!• ri>
planks, but the trunks then.
singly into the stream, ma
the proprietors, who :
in the port of arrival. I
in thousands the wooden
1 ill place th :
trade them thn
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From Karuizawa I had enjoyed
the pleasures of my own rickshaw,
which had come up with our other
baggage from Yokohama. The
men were obliged to walk, for on
search being made Oza, like Shiba,
had no rickshaws. I felt something
like an uncrowned queen, and in-
dulged in derisive jeering at the
rest of the party. My triumph was
again a short-lived one, for, to my
disgust, the road proved impos-
sible for rickshaw use, and I was
obliged to allow the wheels to be
taken off and to permit the body
of the vehicle to be carried by two
coolies, while the third carried the
wheels of my dismembered carriage.
This, however, was only for a little
way, when I was again obliged to
walk, this time over terrible roads,
where my feet were soon cut and
bleeding. We had now reached
the foot of the Wade-Toge passes,
about six thousand five hundred
feet up, but even this was easy
travelling compared to the going
down which came later. I would
not say a word for fear the men
would give up, and on we marched
up the Shojire-Toge to Nugama,
where we rested for the night.
It was here that two beautiful
Nasans (waitresses) came forward to
look after our comfort — two of the
most beautiful girls I remember see-
ing in all Japan. I must say they
paid a great deal more attention to
the men than to myself. Our Silent
One, whom we had not hitherto
suspected of being impressionable,
made some irrelevant suggestion
about putting up at the tea-house for
a couple of months, but, no attention
being paid to him, preparations for
departure were pushed forward the
following morning and we were off
again, this time for the Tori-Toge
passes, so-called from the big tori
(arch) on its summit and the tombs
surrounding it. The Tori-Toge is
eight thousand seven hundred feet
above sea-level.
Shimo no-Sawa, on the lake of the
same name, has two temples, which
are ornamented with beautiful sculp-
ture. These are known as the
Temple of Spring and the Temple
of Autumn, titles which are also given
From a]
THE ARCH AT THE SUMMIT OK THE TORI-TOGE PASS. [PkotC
THROUGH JAPAN ON FOOT
to the divinities enshrined there, and whose
worshippers alternate between the two sanctu
aries, according to the season.
From here onwards the route" presented little
of interest, but it was somewhere between
this stage and Azuma-Bachi that we entered one
of the really old tea-houses of Japan and were
entertained there.
My own recollec-
tions dwell upon
it with the keenest
pleasure of the
whole journey.
Imagine a large,
low room, built
entirely of bam-
boo. A big stone
square let into the
centre of the floor
was the fireplace,
over which every-
thing was cooked.
There was an iron
triangle hanging
from the ceiling,
and two smaller
ones were fastened
to the floor, on
which were swing-
ing kettles and
pots and pans of
every size. The
fire was of wood.
Leaning over a
large pot- was the
quaintest old bit
of Japanese ivory
femininity in all
Japan. Dropping
her spoon when
she caught sight of
me, she bowed to
the earth three
times with many
indra wings of the breath, and asked why the
beneficent O-Chi-San should honour her most
unworthy cooking-room, which was not fit for
her foot to tread ever so lightly upon, and
which would ever remain honoured ' by my
graciousness, etc.
When I sat myself down by her side and
commenced to peel potatoes, chop up chicken,
and put everyone in a general hustle to bring
me what I wanted, the dear piece of ivory
observed devoutly that it was the first time
her eyes had looked upon a European lady.
Through the guide, Moreye, she told me many
little tales of the days when the Mikado's name
could not be spoken, and when the Shogun and
Vol. xiv -«q.
From a\
SOME OF THE TOMIJS IN THE TORI-TOCiE PASS.
1 >aimios passed through the countrj and stopp< d
at her tea hou
She insisted upon fe< ling my hair, the softm
and waviness of which surprisi mu< h. Bui
when she walked into the bath-room later her
amazement was amu
inquired minutely as to th( colour ol the
of all Euro|
ladi.s. " But your
face, ( ) ' 'In San, is
the same i '.lour
as ours," she said.
"Why should your
skin be so whii
When 1 i xplaim d
to her that the sun
and rain had m
me brown, ti
were more indraw-
ings of breath,
bows, and wis
of good health and
a large appetite
3 ing I looked
embarrassed she
then left me to
continue m y
toilet, but I felt
ry moment that
s o m cone el
would want to
look at me, so
getting into my
kimono I went into
our room for the
dinner I was so
much in need of.
Si ating mysi It
on the fli tor, tailor-
fashion, my back
against a shoji,
I drew a small
tabaret over my
knees. The \
brought in the dinner 1 had cooked, and all,
usual, did justice to it. When we had finished
I clapped my hands, waved to the
remove the dishes, said " Futons ! " and in \~wx-
minutes my bed was brought to me. In
minutes I was fast asleep. At eighl
following morning we left, my
senting me with a small bottle > il saki
she said, and good to drink whi
Thus, with many smili 3 and bows and
we started for Azuma B i hi. TI
led the march, and at the end ot
hours' tramp my husband, the Silenl
commissariat, coolies, etc., wi re miles behind.
We entered the first lit the
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THE CROWD REGARDED US WITH THE UTMOST ASTONISHMENT.
From a Photo.
arrival of the rest of our party and to procure
refreshment in the shape of beer and eggs,
which are nearly always to be had wherever you
are in Japan. A Nasan rushed up to
us on entering with voluble greetings,
consisting, we presumed, of inquiries as
to what we wished. In a few moments
every person in the village — man,
woman, and child — mingled in the
crowd surrounding us, and regarded us
with the utmost astonishment. Our
repeated requests for beer and eggs*
brought us everything inedible in the
house, and for some time the most
original contortions employed by the
Count in imitating the supposed
methods of the hen in delivering these
most useful comestibles to the Japs for
the benefit of hungry Europeans only
succeeded in persuading the now terri-
fied Nasan that he was ill ! Coming to
this conclusion, she did her best to
provide for his supposed necessities
and was further distracted by his re-
fusing these. Penetrating eventually
to the inn storehouse, we succeeded in
finding what we wanted and made a
good meal, my husband and the rest of
the party arriving meanwhile and being
greatly amused at the difficulties created
for those who are so unwise as to go
on in advance of the party unaccompanied
by an interpreter.
From this place we sent our coolies on
in advance to Azuma-Bachi to notify our
arrival in the evening. On the way we
bought, through Moreye, two ducks for
dinner, the costliness of which — that is,
two - and - six per couple — overwhelmed
Moreye, who to the end of the journey
scarcely ceased to apologize for the in-
adequacies of the district, its merchant
class, and, in fact, the whole empire, re-
garding the episode as an ineradicable
blot on Japanese honour. Passing through
NaganOkushi, Fukushima, and Midono,
we arrived horribly tired at Azuma-Bachi,
where I cooked the ducks. Cooking had,
indeed, in these later stages become my
chief recreation as well as accomplish-
ment, and may be regarded as a stern
necessity of this part of the journey.
On this occasion, tired of being sole
pot-boiler, I set the men to work. My
husband peeled potatoes, considering him-
self more likely to prove possessed of a
certain proficiency in that art than in pick-
ing chestnuts 'or the stuffing of the ducks.
This the Count undertook, while Moreye
betrayed no distaste and considerable aptitude
for the task of stoning raisins.
The following morning we paid off our coolies
JARMING VISTA IN THE TEA-HOUSE GARDEN AT FUKUSHIMA.
from a Photo.
THROUGH fAPAN OJS FOOl
and quitted the Nakusendo for the passes of the
Odaira-Toge to Tida. Here we rested for a
couple of days, intending to engage boats to take
us down the rapids, the most dangerous in fapan.
But it began to rain, and for three whole days it
simply poured, until the river overflowed its
banks, when the boatmen refused to take us
until the stream assumed its normal level. On
the fourth day, the rain having ceased, we
moved down to Takimata, hoping to be able to
do the rapids from here. By this time I was
tired to death of the whole thing, and was
longing to get to Kyoto for a good rest. But
for another two days we remained at Takimata
in a miserable little tea-house, the three men
sleeping in one room and I cooking and sleeping
1'it alone to keep his word, he oc< upied himsell
in taking down minute statisti* ol route and
distance to Nakatsu-Gawa Here we were to
take tram 1<> N id ol OUT trip, bill
the Jap's id( a of distano i m
We had been told seven r$, and in this a< < epl
ance we started on pack-horses in torrent
pouring rain, holding oil paper umbrellas, which
we had to throw away before we had
tire climb up proving nearly perpendi< ular, and
both hands being needed for clinging round our
horses' links. Jerked one moment almost •
their heads, the next sitting on their tails, our
bodies nearly broken in hall and every bom
sore, aching, and throbbing, we rode for nearly
three hours, until the top of the mountain was
THE CASTLE AT NAGOYA, WHERE ARE KEFT SOME FAMOUS GOLDEN DOLPHINS VALUED AI FORTY i
From a Photo.
in the other. At last I decided — rain or shine,
rapids or no rapids — that I would move on the
next morning. While the men slept I sat up
and cooked our meals for the next day. It was
again pouring in torrents, so I told the proprietor
to engage pack-horses, as we should leave the
next morning.
Early next morning I informed the party what
I had done. My husband, the least energetic of
us, was furious. He was not going to ride out
in such torrents of rain ; such a fool's proceed-
ing he had never heard of, he said, and he
should remain until the rain stopped. I secured
a majority, however, and, finding he might be
reached. Dismounting to stretch our legs and
have tiffin, the head coolie came to hurry us up.
saying that if we wished to reach Xakatsii G
that evening we had no time to los
many morer/7" we inquired. "About fh
he answered, and off we started, all glad
know we were Hearing the en< ir jourru
About six in the evening we v,
very dangerous part of the mountain, fi
an extremely narrow path, with sheer clifl u
our right and a drop of some six thousand I
on our left, the weather torrential rain, when
suddenly a thick white mist spra we
were unable to move It showed us that
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the dangers of foot-travelling in Japan were not
yet passed. Fortunately for us all One coolie
had a lantern. He lighted it, and for some
distance we followed him slowly step by step.
Then to our intense relief he exclaimed that
there must be a village near as he could hear
noises, and bade us rest our backs against the
mountain side while he went on to get assist-
ance. After what seemed hours he returned
saying he had found a farmhouse, but had ex-
perienced much
difficulty in getting
the people of the
house to allow us
to sleep there, as
they had never
heard of Euro-
pean s com ing
across that moun-
tain and believed
it could not mean
anything good to
them. He begged
we would come on
and see the people
ourselves. Gather-
ing courage to
continue our
dangerous way we
arrived at the farm-
house. When the
good people saw
me, wet, tired,
bedraggled, and
carrying in my
arms a small Jap-
anese "chin " dog,
they had not a
word to say. Their
hospitality was un-
bounded. Taking
my little Kiku
from my arms they
dried and nursed
her like a baby,
the children going
into raptures over
her. Neither did they neglect my fox-terrier, who
sat aside, looking on in true wire-hair fashion.
In a very few moments we were undressed
and taking hot baths, while the woman prepared
us a supper of rice, poached eggs, dried fish, and
beer. We had a little whisky left, so I made
" some tea with a little velvet in it," as the men
named the concoction. Soon, warm and con-
tented, we were all sound asleep in bed. It was
not five o'clock next morning when our guide
awoke us, telling us we had over twenty miles to
do that day and must start at once. In twenty
From a\
A THEATRE AT KYOTO.
minutes we were ready, and hastily drinking a
cup of tea and taking a biscuit in our hands we
mounted our animals and were off for the top of
the mountain. Here we had to dismount, as
the horses stumbled and fell so badly. By-and-
by, Count van der Burch and myself leading, we
found ourselves, from our much more rapid pace,
again a long way ahead of my husband and
Mr. Crocker.
In the hope of reaching Nakatsu-Gawa some-
what earlier than
we had anticipated
we fell into the
folly of taking
short cuts, at find-
ing which Count
van der Burch was
usually held an ex-
pert. The descent
of the mountain
through magnifi-
cent forest was a
charming piece of
route. We met
many Japanese in
single file who were
making the ascent
as a pilgrimage.
The roadway grew
rougher and
rougher, and sooii
our waraji (shoes)
were completely
worn out from
contact with the
sharp stones in the
path. About mid-
day we stopped at
a small tea-house,
where we had
some cold rice and
a cup of Japanese
tea. After paying
for it we found we
had not a cent left
between us and
had still fifteen
miles to go. This was being lost with a
vengeance ! We took our courage in our hands
once more and did another two miles, when
happily we came to a good road. But the
Count's fondness for discovering short cuts led
him to point out what appeared to be the most
desirable one of all, and I fell into the trap once
more in the hope of lessening the distance by a
couple of miles. We accordingly scrambled
down a road that must have been untrodden for
ages, and, when we reached the bottom, found
we had come certainly three miles out of our
\Photo.
THROUGH JAPAN ON FOOT.
49
way. Our shoes were cut to pieces, and we had
on our last pairs.
"I cannot go another step; my feel are so
badly cut ! " I cried.
" Oh, nonsense ! " said my companion,
cheerily. " You cannot give up now — and
there is no alternative. We are sure to reach a
place where there are rickshaws, and then we
shall ride all the rest of the way ! "
On, on, we tramped for miles without
meeting a soul, not knowing whether we
were on the right road or not. At last we
reached a small village. Seating myself outside
a house, I beckoned a woman to bring me
some water to bathe my feet.
After bathing my feet the kindly woman
bandaged them up, and off we started again.
The agony of that
last two miles was
simply indescrib-
able, but at last
we reached the
station tea - house
of Nakatsu-Gawa.
An hour later my
husband and the
Silent One rode
in — in rick-
shaws !
We left Na-
katsu-Gawa by the
railway which con-
nects Kyoto with
Tokyo, en route
for Nagoya. At
Kyoto we spent
some days and
took many photo-
graphs.
During the last
six weeks we had
traversed the heart
of the empire
of the Mikado.
Following the
primitive ways
that had existed for centuries, we had slept in
hotels construi ted oi wood and pap r, In
the life whi< h the old ti lived
their wandi rings.
the people ol the cities tou< hed I
civilization, we felt that we had in
the real Japan.
To all those who, lil. it
as it has been, I say M Jap
changed, and is changinj dine
comfortably in your hotel at Tokyo, the tal
lighted by electricity, served by a ) i 1 1 1 • ■ yellow
man in a black coat, you look at him and j
know he is ''Japan.'' But you know, too, that
he will never again know the difficultie
scaling a mountain path, nor experience tin-
pleasure, aftei a long stage, of stretching him
on the ri< < mat of
a paper-built inn ;
will never know
again the \
bond of the
straw hat, and
the girdle contain
ing 0 and
the tiny pipe. II
pilgrims
Covered with
mask of unpictur-
esqu< uniformity
— the ever-advai
ing civilization ol
the West -old
J a p an will 1 > e
numbered ami
the " h
and only the gods
on the top of it-
mountain heights
will be Kit to
mourn the death
of all that i -
quaint and pictur-
[Ue in I
lutiful Land of
the Rising Sun.
From a]
A STREET SCENE IN KVOTO.
The End.
The amusing experiences which befell the author and a companion on the way to a new mining
"rush." Mr. Whalley describes the humours of the backwoods hotel; the bloodthirsty " Colonel "
with the hatchet ; and his partner's encounter with a grizzly bear, which had a startling sequel.
mm
HERE is something irresistible in
the drawing power ot a "gold rush,"
or a mining excitement of any sort.
I found it to be so, at any rate, in
the spring of 189 — , when the surplus
population of Canada was pouring into Da Capo,
and from Da Capo up the Slocan River trail
into the silver-lead area of the Kootenay district
of British Columbia.
During the winter I had officiated as
accountant in a bank, but when the snow
disappeared the call of the woods and the
mountains was too strong for me. Resigning
my post, I started off on a prospecting trip,
which, though of no long duration, was not
altogether without interest or incident.
My "mining partner" was popularly known
as "Easy Come" — his godfathers and god-
mother, I believe, were the only people who
ever knew him intimately as E. C. Comyns.
He was a light-hearted, irresponsible young
Britisher, with some money and a great par-
tiality for firearms. His name fitted him as
perfectly as his skin.
The straps of our packs, small though the
latter were, occupied most of our attention for
the first two days on the trail, and it was not
until we reached the Half-Way House, on the
Slocan River, that things began to brighten up
a bit.
This " hotel " was a long, single-story log
building, situated on a bankof land overlooking
a bend of the river. The main building con-
tained, under one narrow, low-pitched roof of
split cedar-shakes, the bedrooms and stables.
Various " lean-tos," which looked as though
they might have been thrown at the main
building, posed *as dining-room, kitchen, wood-
shed, and bar, of which the last-named was the
largest and most frequented.
The bedroom consisted of a long alley-way,
with a double tier of bunks on either side. As
Easy and I were the last arrivals that evening
all the sleeping accommodation was bespoke ;
but through the kindness of a packer on the
mule train, who was too far gone in drink to
know or care where he slept, I secured posses-
sion of a lower bunk. Easy Come was not so
THE ELDORADO RUSH.
fortunate, having to content himself with a plank
bed on the floor of the dining-room. Nor did
all my efforts on his behalf avail to ameliorate
his hard lot, for the most noticeable feature in
the management of this hotel was an edifying
lack of undue discrimination.
In order to avoid the terrors of book-keeping
and mental arithmetic the scale of charges was
simplified to a high degree. Everything was a
dollar. A bed— either in a bunk, with blankets
provided, or on the floor, finding your own
blankets— was a dollar. A meal— breakfast :
beans, bacon, and bread ; supper : bread, bacon,
and beans — was a dollar. Although drinks
were nominally only twenty-five cents each, one
was expected never to order fewer than four at a
time. Further than this, the proprietors went
on the assumption that, as they provided accom-
modation for all, any omission to take advantage
of their hospitality was a piece of wilful neglect
on the part of a ''guest," for which it was only
reasonable that he should pay. There were the
bunks ; if you were under the roof it was your
business to have slept in one, and you were
charged accordingly. There were the meals ;
if you were in the immediate neighbourhood
when one was in progress, no one was to blame
but yourself if you failed to partake of it. At
all events, you were charged a dollar on
suspicion.
There was no mistake, however, about the
supper that Easy Come and myself ate on
arrival. We got good value for our money, if
anyone did, after which we adjourned to the bar
where Easy, in his genial way, fell into conversa-
tion with a lanky Yankee mining expert (who
scented a capitalist) generally known as "the
Colonel."
The interval between supper and bedtime,
though short, was still sufficiently long for the
Colonel to develop a disconcerting faculty for
" seeing things " which were invisible to the less
spiritual vision of anyone else. Somebody
suggested bed as an alleviation. The Colonel
agreed. All of us concurred heartily, though
my enthusiasm waned somewhat on discover
ing that he was to occupy the berth above
mine.
As the Colonel's groans and plunges were not
particularly noticeable amidst the hurricane of
snores which swept the alley- way, I was soon
asleep, only to be awakened, in the dead of
night, by someone treading on my face.
It was the Colonel, getting out of bed.
Struggling from under his foot, which seemed
to be as extensive as a table-top, I expostulated
with some warmth.
" Shus-s-sh !" cried the Colonel, who, as I cc uld
see by the dim light of the lamp which burnt at
tlie far end <<!' ihe alley-way, had something
his mind.
"What's ili,- trouble?" 1 ask.
"Shus s-sh!" he repeati d, reaching up mi,, his
bunk and groping under the pill.
"Shush be hang, d !" said I. hotly. " It
you've got out of bed specially to walk all i
my features and hiss 'Shush!' you'd
back again before you're thrown back."
I was getting cross.
"Shus-s-sh! "he whispered oncemore, •' I > Hi't
wake him up."
"Wake who up?1
"That dog-wallopin' son of a lollapaloozin'
Britisher— him that's festooned around with
knives and guns and things" — I recognised my
partner. "He's asleep on the floor in the
dining-room. So're thirty nine other shuckl
sons o' guns."
"•Well, what of it ? "
"What of it?" ejaculated the (olo,„l. "Why,"
— and he leered cunningly into my face - " I'm
goin' to cut their heads off."
And he meant it.
"Cut their heads off!" I gasped. "Cut
their heads off!''
" Betcherlife," said he ; "an' with this 1;
And from under the pillow he produced a
huge broad-axe — a weapon weighing some ten
or twelve pounds, with a blade a toot wide, used
for flatting the timber on the inner sid
log-houses.
The man had been so calm and collet ted that
it had not occurred to me that he was raving
mad with delirium tremens. Now, however, it
was impossible not to grasp the true state of the
case, and a very serious case it was. i
Amidst a crowd of men in the deep sleep of
exhaustion or the torpor of drunkenness, I was
alone with a homicidal mania,-. Upon my
immediate action depended many lives. F<
I knew would be useless. I should be as a
child in the twenty-manpower strength of his
madness. Without conscious thought I ask
"Is it sharp?"
" As a razzer," said he.
" H'm !" I reflected. "It's a pity, i
"Which?"
"To make a botch of a good job.''
" Wotcher gettin' at?" asked th. I
suspiciously.
"Why, it's just this way," 1 answ i d, with
all the ease and assurance I could mu
"There's that greenhorn of a I!: and
thirty-nine other silly fellows .
of the dining-room, as you say, jusl ac
have their beads i !' i
"So they are,"ass< nted I ■
are — -the goose neck, d hobo.
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"Well," I continued, "if you waltz in there
now and begin slashing about, you'll bag two or
three of them, perhaps, but you'll wake all the
others up, and they'll be just wasted."
" Begosh, you're talkin'," said the Colonel,
thoughtfully. "What'll I do?"
"Well," said I, "if you'll take my tip you'll
climb back into bed and wait until it's lighter
and you can see what you're at. What
d'you think ? "
" Pardner," he said, with an air of deep con-
viction, '■'■you've got a head oh your shoulders,
you have ! "
The compliment was received with much
modesty and some alarm. My neck felt obtru-
(and so comparatively safe) that there was no
shortage of applicants for the post of possible
hangman. To our indignation, however, the
man who originated the idea claimed the posi-
tion as his by right of discovery. .
In the course of the subsequent discussion
the Colonel, getting an arm, as well as his neck,
through the noose, struggled out of his bunk.
The anchor-man, who was a light weight,
proving unequal to the strain, was found, at the
end of the proceedings, tightly jammed between
the top of the partition and the ceiling, to his
manifest (and expressed) discomfort.
Argument, blandishments, and more drink
having no effect in modifying the Colonel's deter-
" THE REDUCTION OF 1 1 1 1 ; COLONEL PROVED TO HE NO MERE CHILD'S PLAY.''
sively long in the presence of the broad-axe,
which, however, I was relieved to see he was
once more snuggling under his pillow.
"You've got a head on your shoulders," said
the Colonel, as he scrambled into his bunk,
"that'll get you into trouble — if it doesn't keep
you out of it."
Even writh the assistance of five strong men
the reduction of the Colonel to a proper frame
of mind proved to be no mere child's play.
Had it not been for the brilliant originality of
one of our number it is probable that he would
still have accomplished a part, at least, of his
design. The genius in question, whilst the
Colonel still slept, passed the noose of a lariat
round his neck, and led the free end over the
partition between the bunks. The position at
the end of the rope was considered so important
ruination to slay someone, he was finally baled
up with pack-rope, in which' condition, foaming
at the mouth, he left on an early down-stream
boat for Da Capo.
By this time the whole house was astir and
ready for breakfast (beans, bacon, and bread —
one dollar), thus allowing us to make an early
start on the two remaining stages of our journey,
the last of which, some twenty miles, was ac-
complished in a large Canadian bateau, which an
old Da Capo friend very kindly allowed us to
navigate for him from the foot of the Slocan
Lake to Eldorado. It was crammed with
freight and was heavy to row, but as he only
charged us five dollars for the privilege we did
not complain. Presently a breeze sprang up,
when the skipper handed the steering-oar over
to me, whilst he, as he put it, "took a watch
THE ELDOKADU Kl -II
below," which, to the best of my belief, was
the one thing nautical he knew how to do
thoroughly well.
About a mile from Eldorado we witnessed an
incident which demonstrated the impelling
power of a mining rush ; the risks taken and
the obstacles overcome by a man spurred on
with the determination to be " in on the ground
floor."
We were bucketing along, with a stiff breeze
abeam and the waves rising higher each moment,
when Easy suddenly cried out :—
" There's a man in the water over there ! "
Some two hundred yards from our boat were
to be seen the head and shoulders of a man
bobbing about in the rough water.
He was somewhat to windward of our course,
and it was with some difficulty that I so
manoeuvred the heavy craft that it ran up along-
side him.
He was stretched on a kind of grid made of
dry cedar poles, one about eight feet long, the
other nearly six, joined together by two shorter
pieces. The four pieces were lashed together
at the angles with bands of willow bark.
The man's body lay between the side pieces,
his chest upon the fore cross-tie, his hips upon
the hinder one, whilst his legs flapped about in
the water astern.
His hair was long and matted. On the top
of his head was fastened with strips of bark a
small oiled-paper package, containing, probably,
matches and money. In the small of his back
a bundle, tied up
in a red cotton
handk er chief,
wobbled about
under water with
every movement
of his body.
His head, arms,
and shoulders
were well out of
water, the rest
of his body sub-
merged. In his
hands he carried
a strip of split
cedar about
three feet long,
with which he was
i n d u s t r iously
paddling.
The man had
already come
some two miles
on this extra-
ordinary craft in
the ice-cold lake,
Vol. xiv.— 70.
high with the s .v water from the hills, and, .is
I thought, must be nigh dead with tl
alone.
" Hurry up th< re! I ranging alongside.
"Grab hold of the gunn'l and i ,1,1 \
Lend me a hand there, Easy ! "
The big lug sail was flapping wildly, and the
keelless boat was hard to hold steady.
" Hurry up!" I shouted, angrily,' as the man
made no effort to get on board— never so mu< h
as even glanced at us, in fact.
The bateau now began to gel stern-way on.
"Pull him aboard!" 1 shouted to Easy, who
reached out a hand to comply. Then the man
spoke. As Easy's hand was within an in< I
his collar, the amphibian splashed a paddleful
of water in his face.
" Go away ! " he roared.
I placed so little reliance upon my ears and
his good faith that, with much difficulty. I
forced the bateau on a short leg to windward,
bore down again upon the stranger, and luffed
up alongside.
"Come on !" I shouted. "No more of this
nonsense ! Come aboard, quick ! "
Then, as Easy put it, our friend got " as mad
as a wet hen." He appeared to rise out of the
water up to his waist — buoyed up by his
righteous indignation, possibly.
" Dodgast it all!" he cried, with incisive
emphasis. "Leave me alone, can't you? I
never see such fools as you all-fired British
Can't leave a gen'leman alone on his private ya't.
¥
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Take y'r blame packin'-case of a barge outer my
road an' go away ! "
As there was no mistaking his meaning this
time we went, feeling like naughty school-
children.
At the risk, however, of again intruding upon
his privacy, we kept an eye upon him until he
landed at Eldorado, not very long after we
ourselves had reached the place.
When we saw him later on in the afternoon
(Saturday) he had apparently lived down his
resentment, inasmuch as he invited us to partake
of a portion of the liquid refreshments he was
purchasing in large quantities on his own behalf.
He explained his conduct by saying that he had
been " born and brung up " in a lumbering
camp on the Ottawa River, across which, he said,
any man, any time, will paddle, balanced on a
sunk walking-cane, to get a drink on the far
bank. He certainly seemed none the worse for
his trip, and was fully satisfied with Eldorado,
now that he lived there, in which frame of mind
he was fully in accord with the two hundred
odd miners who were camped there, not one of
whom would, for one moment, have considered
the equity of exchanging their holdings for
Broadway lots in New York or Strand frontage
in London, yet there was not much in sight to
justify this confidence in the place.
As we approached it from the lake it was seen
that a thin slice of the virgin forest had been
shaved from the lip of a high gravel bluff upon
which stood the half-dozen shacks and the one
hotel which had already been thrown together.
Behind the screen of firs which backed these
rough dwellings rose the smoke from small clear-
ings and the sound of the busy axe. In the
distance, at the head of a deep valley, rose the
hills within whose fastnesses lay buried the
treasures of silver and lead and gold, of which
the accounted richness had caused many a poor
man to consider himself wealthy for that he
was within sight of them. Across the lake
rose jagged hills, upon whose summit a mighty
glacier glistened in the sun — a wild and desolate
scene, and one that reconciled us to the un-
finished condition of the log-hut which was to
have been ready for our occupation. The man
to whom we had entrusted its erection had gone
into the hills, leaving his job unfinished. In
the meantime a third of our home was open to
the sky, nor had the spaces between the logs
which formed the walls been " chinked " (filled
up with a mixture of moss and clay), so that our
sitting-room-bedroom-parlour-kitchen was but a
draughty place, and the chill of the melting
snow had not yet been thawed out of the spring
breezes.
Though it was undoubtedly colder inside the
house than out, still we had a fireplace, two
bunks of split cedar boards, and a floor of the
same material. The bare possibilities of the
place enchanted us, and we felt at home.
That night, though there was not a perceptible
breath of air in the open, the wind poured up
through the cracks in our floor, sideways
through the spaces between the logs, and down-
wards through the open part of the roof. We
were short of blankets, and, though we slept in
all our clothes, were bitterly cold.
Neither my partner nor myself, however, was
at that moment in search of comfort. It was
wealth we were after, and with this object held
sternly before him my friend Easy started off,
immediately after breakfast, for the woods, con-
fident— though he did not know a piece of ore
from a brickbat — of finding the mine of the
season before returning in the evening.
Personally I determined to spend a quiet
Sunday in chatting with those prospectors who
had already made more or less short excursions
into the hills, in order to find out the general
aspect of the land.
Almost the first person I met was a young
missionary friend from Da Capo, who was there
to hold a service that evening, he told me.
Would I go ? Certainly I would, and did.
It had been my intention to take Easy with
me, but as he had not returned when the time
for the service drew near I went alone, to find
that the largest room in the place — a bar, it is
unnecessary to say — had been cleared out for
the occasion, and was filled with a congregation
which, however rough, was sufficiently orderly
and quite prepared to be interested. The
hymns, especially, were sung with immense
gusto, to the accompaniment of a mouth-organ,
which was the nearest approach to the more
conventional instrument we could command.
At the conclusion of the service one of the
congregation was so worked up that, as the
last words of the last hymn were sung, he leapt
to his feet, whipped his hat from his pocket,
marched up to the front row, and, after placing
in the novel collection-bag a five-dollar gold
piece, presented it for further offerings.
The deep personal interest which this self-
appointed sidesman took in the collection, and
in those who contributed, was of so pointed a
nature as to result in a record hatful.
" Here ! What's that f'r ? " he asked, as
Wildcat Bill placed a dollar in the hat. " Didn't
you sell the eighteenth undivided thirteenth
interest in that claim o' yourn yesterday ?
Whatcher done with it all ? You never bought
me no drink out of it ! You reach down inter
that back pocket o' yourn an' dig up so i e o'
the specie.-' Or, perhaps : " Blown in all o'
THE EL DORADO RUSH
that eighty dollar you euchred out o' me to
Hill ? Fish up a tenner an' no errer !
" Here, Algy !" he cried, as the one " remit
tance man " in the crowd tried to get off with
half a dollar, " chicken-feed don't go here !
Yer ma sent a tidy wad last
week. It ain't all gone
yet ! " His opportunities,
however, of doing himself
justice were limited to the
front row, for the crowd
soon realized that nothing
less than a five-dollar bill
would " go," and paid up.
No sooner had the grati-
fied clergyman received the
brimming hat than the door
was suddenly flung open,
and Easy Come, pale,
breathless, and exhausted,
staggered into the room.
"Gimme a drink!'' he
cried, wildly.
In a moment the place
had resumed its normal
aspect. The bar counter
became lined with bottles,
glasses, and men. More
than one drink, however,
was required before Easy
was in a condition to tell
his story.
Wandering along, some
four miles from camp, he
had strayed on to the sum-
mit of a steep hog-back, or
ridge. Bursting through a
fringe of thick brush, his
hat had been swept off.
Stooping to recover it, his
feet slipped from under him,
and he shot down the
steep, slippery incline, until
he had been brought up by
an isolated patch of suska-
toons, on the far side of
which, when he had picked
himself up, he discovered a
huge grizzly bear, lunching
on berries.
He could not tell us
which was the more sur-
prised of the two —himself
or the bear — but he
inferred that he must have been, for the bear
was the first to recover its self-possession and its
feet. Standing on its hind legs, it made a pass
at him with a fore-paw, which Easy avoided as
nimbly as might he. The bear followed up its
QUICKLY Till-. II U \VA 111 !-' HIM
left l<-;ul with a right arm swing, which fell sh<
Like .1 flash I )asj Come turned, and wa
half way up tin- n< a ippened to
be .1 slender pine.
Quickly tin- bear was after him. i th
(1. ■Spain:
good his escape higher up,
leaving tin !)■
with tin- heir ., phy.
lie had 1 i i » doubts, 1.
ever, ol bi ing able t<> I.
on for 1'
" There- wasn't a branch
on the blessed thing thii
than a pencil," he
plained. " For four hours
did that beast hold me up
there. Four hours ! And
nothing to sit on wider than
the edge of a razor."
"Why didn't you shoot
him?'' asked someone who
had noticed Easy's
assortment of arms.
• > hoot him !" cried
Easy, with line scorn. " 1
was hangin' on with my
teeth, all of my lingers, and
ten toes. What'd 1 shoot
him with ? If I moved an
eyelid I thought the brute
would have dug up the
ling to get at me. so I let
him alone. What uould
you have shot him with ?
Your tongue? but I've
had enough of it !
more prospecting for me.
thanks ! I'm off back to
Da ( 'apo to - morrow as
soon as it's light. Stuffed
bears are good enough l"i
me, thank you out of the
Zoo, at any rati
Nor could argument, ex
population, or ridicule
his determination : nor did
I altogether di with
him when, in the d
night, alone in our well
ventilated sha< k. he told me
the sequel to hi ture.
Th had at lei _
with 1 1 '■ 1 >'
i usual m such creatures, abandoned its
than
post, and after an interval, to make sure ol its
permanent disappearam . I asy had
from his perch. On climbing up the hill ag
to recover his hat. he noticed that the ground
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where the nails in the heels of his boots had
slipped was scored with just such marks as one
sees on a lead roof which has been lately trodden
on. Scraping away the thick moss with his
hands, he found that a belt, three feet wide, of
similar material could be traced all down the
crawling all over the place to-morrow. I've put
in our stakes, and I'm off, bright and early, for
Da Capo, to record the thing."
He went, but, alas ! we never made anything
out of it. In his light-hearted way he neglected
some important technicality ; our title to the
"glistening, shining, sparkling, there it lay.
hill from whose summit he had slipped, tearing
up the moss at intervals as he fell.
With a large stone he had broken off a pro-
truding lump of the mass and showed it to me,
carefully shrouded in the secret folds of a
blanket, by the glimmering firelight.
Glistening, shining, sparkling, there it lay — a
fortune found in a minute, a lump of galena as
big as your fist, a mixture of silver and lead and
perhaps gold.
Easy had tumbled on to a big mine !
" If I'd said a word of this," whispered Easy,
"every man in the country would have been
claim lapsed, and, on being re-located and
developed by a young American, it became one
of the famous mines of the country.
I didn't look after the matter myself because,
on the afternoon of the day Easy left Eldorado,
Ian MacTavish appeared with a proposal to buy
the Da Capo Miner* to which I assented,
thinking that a connection with a mining journal
might add to my opportunities of disposing of
my newly-acquired mining interests.
Thus, as is not unusual in the West, I
dropped a fortune to pick up a living.
* See our issue for October, 1903. — Ed.
UNMASKED !
By David Divan i.
The well-known conjurer of Egyptian Hall fame here tells a remarkable story of how he
enabled, after exercising considerable detective ingenuity, to expose a notorious card-sharper
whose amazing " luck " had caused much discussion in a certain famous club. The final
downfall of the trickster was brought about in a very dramatic fashion.
tffH?
OME years ago I used frequently to
attend "at homes," in addition to
giving lessons in legerdemain to
ladies and gentlemen who amused
themselves, as amateurs, in giving
exhibitions of their skill at evening parties,
and so forth. Upon one occasion — it was
an " at home " at Lady A 's town house
— I had given a display of card manipulation,
in addition to other sleight-of-hand tricks.
x\fter my performance I was approached by one
of the gentlemen guests.
"Allow me to congratulate you, Mr. Devant,"
he said; "your entertainment has given me
much pleasure. Your card manipulation especi-
ally interested me. It
occurs to me that with
your obvious know-
ledge of cards and card
deceptions you might
assist mein a perplexing
affair which has been
exercising my mind for
some time. If you will
be so good as to give
mea few minutes of your
time I will describe the
nature of this dilemma
to you. Allow me to
present my card."
Having signified my
willingness to accord
the interview requested,
Sir George L re-
marked that the room
we were then in was
scarcely a fitting place
for the exchange of con-
fidences. He suggested
that we should seek a
more private part of the
building. He led the
way out, through a short
passage, into a conser-
vatory. There were many chairs about, and,
selecting a spot which presented safe asylum
from intrusion, we sat down.
"I hope you are not alarmed," said Sir
George, with a smile, "at the portentous tone
JIU. DAVID DEVANT, OF EGYPTIAN HALL FAME, \V 1 1
HE EXPOSED A NOTORIOUS CARD-SHAD
From <i Photo, by Histed, Baker Street.
in which I am approaching this business, but
there are certain matters connected with it i
cerning which it is advisable, pending
understanding, to maintain compaiatr.
Let me come to the point. While wat< hing
your card manipulation it struck me that
might probably be acquainted with some ol the
tricks which are resorted to by card-sharp
and could set at rest some suspicions of mine
concerning a certain gentleman whose luck at
cards is prodigious. I am strongly of opinion
that he is nothing more or less than a pro
fessional sharper. This man 1 first encountered
at the B— - Club, of which I am a member.
He has been a frequent visitor there as a g
of a young friend of
mine, also a merub< r,
who has conceived a
partiality for the skil
t'ul card - player, and
is paying a rather
high price for the
quaintai:
"It is not ne<
sary that I should si
more than that my
young friend is a man
of ample means, obsti
nate to the d<
pugnacity, and not a
little self-opinionated.
Although I have tried
again and again t< 1 1
vince him that the
'luck ' of his acquaint-
ance seems
sistent to be legitin
he steadfastly n I
listen to me, d
that he is n inti-
midated by a littli
fortune. Ac
on ]
on paying. 1 I
watched the play closely, but am quit
detect any trick or d i the |
suspected man. 1 cannot, th<
anything tangible to his detrin »im
with any offen< e. W hal ver his trick raaj
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must be a very clever one, and of a somewhat
novel description. I have carefully examined
the cards, some methods of marking which I
have had described to me, but have failed to
trace the slightest signs of their having been
tampered with. The ordinary club cards are
used, which renders it all the more inexplicable
how the fellow contrives to work trickery with
them. It struck me that perhaps it might be a
question of manipulation, but I could not dis-
cover anything beyond the ordinary handling.
[ WANT TO UNMASK THE FELLOW, EXl'OSE HIM THERE AND THEN.
It was while in this dilemma that the idea
occurred to me that you, Mr. Devant, might be
able to clear up the mystery. What I would
ask you to kindly do for me is to come to the
club as my guest, so that you can have an
opportunity of watching the play. Possibly you
may discover something where I and others
have failed. May I count upon your assistance? "
" Certainly," I replied, " I shall be very
pleased to render you what service I can in the
matter."
As a matter of fact, Sir George had piqued
my curiosity, for, knowing a good deal about
card trickery, I was eager to discover what
cunning method of swindling — if any — the
suspected man was resorting to.
" Do you know anything about the man ? "
I asked.
" Very little," replied Sir George, " except that
he is known as Mr. De Lacy, is apparently of
French extraction, speaking with a slight accent,
and has a flat up West, where he also does a
deal of card-playing, attended with his usual
' luck.' Beyond this there is much that is
mysterious about him. My friend knows
nothing of him — -he is merely one of those
casual acquaintances it is so easy to make in
this cosmopolitan city of ours."
" What games does he favour ? "
" He plays most of the gambling games, but
if he has a favourite I should think it was solo."
"And in the event of my discovering any
trickery, should you make a police matter
of it?"
" No ; I don't desire to do that. I want to
unmask the fellow, expose him there and then,
convince my obstinate friend, and have the
sharper kicked out of the club. I want him
served in such a manner that he may be
effectually prevented from
carrying on his game in the
haunts he has been latterly
favouring. If you can bring
this about, Mr. Devant, you
will have performed an invalu-
able service."
I entered into the affair with
zest. An appointment was
fixed up for a certain evening,
upon which I found myself in
the card-room of the B
Club, bent upon creating a
" scene." There was a goodly
assembly of members and
friends, and the room pie-
sented an animated appear-
ance, with its groups of fault-
lessly-attired clubmen gathered
round the little green-topped
tables. I was invited by Sir George to join in
a friendly game, having been already introduced
to his friend, Mr. V , a tall, dark, clean-
shaven gentleman. By design our table was
placed close to that at which the suspected
man, with Mr. V and others, was seated.
I was thus enabled to watch the movements of
Mr. De Lacy without exciting suspicion. I
judged De Lacy to be a man turned forty, with
a beard which was beginning to turn grey,
rather sparse fair hair, a somewhat pallid face,
and broad shoulders. He did not altogether
lack a certain air of refinement.
The play proceeded. I had previously taken
the opportunity of examining some of the club
cards, but had found nothing in any way. sus-
picious about them. Our neighbours were
playing solo, and the luck appeared to be
fluctuating a good deal, Mr. V winning
occasionally. But this did not last long, and
presently Mr. De Lacy began to gather in a rich
harvest. I watched closely, but could detect
nothing to the discredit of the suspected one,
if you except a faculty for winning. Now and
again a half-muttered imprecation from Mr.
V told that De Lacy had once more
scooped the pool.
The evening was unproductive of anything
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WAS ENABLED TO WATCH THE MOVEMENTS OF MR. DE I.ACV WITHOUT
EXCITING SUSPICION.
practical in the way of discovering trickery. Yet
there was something indefinable about this man
De Lacy which suggested fraud to me, and which
made me more than ever determined to solve
the mystery of his wonderful " luck." I there-
fore arranged to attend another night, under
similar circumstances, but even then nothing of
moment occurred. I obtained, however, a kind
of vague idea, the accuracy of which I was
desirous of putting to the test. At the close of
play I spoke to Sir George.
" I notice that Mr. De Lacy invariably wears
smoked glasses at the table," I said. " Has lie
weak sight ? "
" I believe so. He says that the glare of the
gas troubles his eyes."
" I have an idea that those glasses play some
sort of part in the trickery," I said, thoughtfully,
" I don't know how, but, coupled with a certain
movement of one of his hands, they are
suggestive. I propose to make a test, and I
should like to make the following arrangement.
I will take my place at your table as usual
another night. After having played for a while
I shall ask to be allowed to give up on the score
of being tired. You will agree, and take no
further particular notice of me. If I make a
discovery shall I expose the man openly ? "
"Certainly!" replied Sir George, emphati-
cally.
The appointed night arrived— the room was
full, as usual. As before, our table was situated
close to that at which sat De Lacy and others.
The man wore his customary look of imperturb-
able good humour — and his smoked [
His party were playing solo, with the usual vary-
ing luck, preponderating in the long run with
De Lacy. The cards were shuffled and dealt.
Two " passed," Mr. V- " propped." but
De Lacy called "abundance."
"Again!" ejaculated Mr. V . in amaze-
ment.
De Lacy smiled indulgently. He had a
splendid hand, and got home easily.
At this juncture I gave up as arranged, and
rising carelessly from my seat strolled a few-
yards, with the apparent desire to "stretch my
legs" I worked round I >y dej until 1 had
got directly behind De Lacy, and quickly donned
a pair of smoked gl with which I had
come prepared. He had just scored another
"abundance,'' when, gazing over his should)
the cards through my smoked glasses, I
covered the secret of his trickery.
"There is no playing against such luck:
protested Mr. V , half angrily.
•' There is no playing against
I exclaimed, snatching some cards from
table. Then, ere De 1 a< v could make a
ment, I thrust several fii
waistcoat pockets. With an ex< lamal
•r he rose to his feet, but
when he perceived that I i
smoked glas
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" Gentlemen," I exclaimed, " it is my painful
duty to inform you that you have in -your midst
a professional card-sharper ! "
The whole room was immediately in an
uproar. All the men left their tables and
crowded round us. De Lacy at first betrayed a
trembling lip, but presently, with an effort, he
gained control of himself, and thereafter main-
tained an air of dogged defiance.
" This man," I continued, " has been mark-
ing the cards with luminous paint, a small
quantity of which he keeps in his waistcoat
pocket, and conveys to the cards with his
finger-nails. The paint, quite invisible in this
aid of the glasses the tiny paint-marks on the
cards were clearly detected, as well as the smear
on my fingers. The fraud was fully exposed.
With cries of indignation the clubmen advanced
upon the trickster, and things began to look
ugly for the ingenious De Lacy. He was very
roughly handled, denuded of his ill-gotten
gains, and then literally kicked out of the
club.
Mr. V , convinced at last that he had been
fleeced by an unscrupulous rogue, tendered an
apology to his fellow-members for introducing
under a misapprehension such a disreputable
individual into the club — an apology that was,
t??Yto))o\^
"the fraud was fully exposed."
brilliantly-lighted room, he is able to see by
means of his smoked glasses ! Will some of
you kindly examine these cards through the
glasses I brought with me for the purpose of
unmasking this man ? Look at my fingers, too,
which I just *;vjw thrust into his waistcoat
pocket."
Eagerly the clubmen crowded round me, and
an examination was made all round. By the
of course, at once accepted. He also thanked
Sir George and myself.
I have not since heard or seen anything of
Mr. De Lacy, under that or any other name.
He doubtless considered it expedient to seek
fresh woods and pastures new after his dis-
concerting experiences. But his trick was
a smart one — perhaps the smartest I have
ever encountered.
A School of Fishing.
o
V>\ A. l'l n \n;\ Km >u i
Finding "bad times" prevalent in the fishing industry, certain far-seeing people in Belgium
instituted investigations and discovered that the incompetence of the fisherfolk themselves
the prime cause of the depression. Forthwith it was decided to educate the fisherman for his
calling like any other craftsman. The outcome of this decision is the interesting school here
described. With photographs specially taken by the author.
who go down
T always has been, and probably
always will be, a characteristic pecu-
liarity of the fisherman — a peculiarity
he shares with the farmer — to com-
plain of bad times, whether there
be cause for such pessimistic views or not.
There is no doubt, however, that in many
places the diminution in the supply of that
valuable article of food called fish and the
rapidly increasing competition have caused
lamentable distress among those
to the sea in fishing-boats.
One of the countries which have suffered most
in this respect is Belgium, which, thanks to its
favoured position, has for generations supplied
all parts of Continental Europe with vast
quantities of fish.
The modern Belgians, however, are practical
people, whose businesslike methods have re-
peatedly attracted the attention of the world,
and they were not long in detecting the cause
of the decline in their once flourishing fishing
trade. They were led to believe that the failure
was almost entirely due to the incapacity of their
fishermen, and rightly concluded that the only
remedy was to educate these folk in such a
manner that their supremacy would drive away
the dangerous competition. Were there not
schools of music, of cookery, of gardening, and
farming in fact, of everything worth learn
Why not a school of fishery? Was th
truth in the antiquated idea that a fisherman
was born, not made ? Surely the sons of tin-
could be trained for their trade, or could the art
of luring the slippery eel and the cunn
whiting be merel) a talent, a chance gift ol
gods? The Belgians were not of this opinion.
Their common sense told them that fishing, like
other trades, could and should be tail
systematically in all its details, both in thi
and in practice, and that only a thorough train
ing could lead to success and lasting prosperity
This intelligent way of li at thi
originated the excellent idea of establisl
schools of fishery, which for many years sini e
1890, in fact — have been the means ol edl* ating
Belgium's fisherfolk to such a degree that
thousands of poverty-stricken families, u'
livelihood depended entirely on the sui
the fishing, have been lifted from their fallen
state and saved from utter ruin and even
starvation.
These schools, which have proved such a
success, were first established at < Mend,
Blankenberghe, and Nieuport, and so satis
factory were the results that several n<
are now being added in other fishing < entn s
the coast of Belgium, Needless to say, the 1
1
From n]
Vol. xiv.— 71
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A LESSON IN ROPE-Sl'LICING AND KNOTS
From a\
-THFRF. ARE NO FEWER THAN TWO HUNDRED VARIETIES OF THE LATTER
TO I'.E MASTERED. \Photo.
of keeping up these establishments was very
heavy, so much so, in fact, that for some time it
was feared that the financial difficulties would
prove a very serious stumbling-block. In the
beginning the maintenance of the schools
depended entirely on the support of private
persons, but, happily, after some years the excel-
lent influence of the institutions convinced the
Government of their advantages, with the result
that they are now subsidized, although not to
the extent they
deserve.
The O s t e n d
school is in every
respect the most
important and
up-to-date of the
three establish-
ments in exist-
ence, thanks to
the efforts of its
director, the
Abbe Pype, who,
if I am not mis-
taken, was the
originator of the
whole admirable
scheme, and who,
with untiring
energy and dis-
regarding a 1 1
financial risks,
has worked at
his arduous task
ever since the foundation of the institution. The
other schools are also under the management of
priests, who have experienced assistants at their
disposal to teach the trade in all its branches.
Every opportunity is given to boys who have
chosen fishing as their calling to obtain all the
knowledge enabling them to face the hard-
ships and dangers of their vocation. Splendid
museums, containing all the rarest species of
fish, birds, and shells, instruments and tools of
msmm ■■!— ■
OBSERVATIONS WITH THE SEXTA."
[Phot .
A school 01 FISHING
From tt]
LEARNING THE RULE OF THE ROAD
every description, sea charts and maps, model
boats representing every known type of vessel,
patterns of modern machinery, nets, sails — in
fact, all objects that the fisherman is likely to
set eyes on in his profession, are placed at the
disposal of the students for the purpose of
examining, studying, and experimenting with.
There is ample material to keep them busy
during the three years required to
prepare them for their calling, and
the intelligent and industrious
pupil who makes the best of his
time need not fear that he will
not be capable of competing with
his rivals and of reaching the top
of the ladder in his trade. When,
finally, the long -cherished hope
of becoming the owner and skip-
per of a fishing craft is realized,
the fortunate son of the sea will
look back with a feeling of grati-
tude to the time when he vainly
endeavoured to solve some
puzzling problem on the black-
board, or cramped his clumsy
fingers in the attempt to complete
some difficult chart, almost de-
spairing of ever becoming any-
thing more than a mere "mousse"
or " boy."
But, to return to these days of
theory on terra firma, let us peep
into some of the school-rooms,
where the Abbe and his col-
busy revealing the
de to the brav
VOU1 l
tin- kind
work, but none tl
enthusiasts in theii
to improve th
minds. II
•lit on
tin- ground, with .1 •
or more lad i on it
busily i ! with
pairs, whilst .moil,, i .
rs is bi nefiting
by a lesson in ropi spli
and knots, by no means
an easy task considering
that there are no f<
than two hundred varieties
of the latter to be mastered.
But oth.r equally difficult
ons await the young
student. An a< curate
knowledge of the sextant,
by means of which latitude and longitui
be ascertained, must be acquired. A i areful
study of " the rules of the road " at sea and of the
exact positions of the numerous lightships in the
North Sea is of the utmost importance to " th
who go down to the sea in ships," and forms
one of the principal subjects in their education.
The method of teaching this lesson is
| Photo.
leagues are
Mil I-OSITI
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I'.Y MEANS OF A HUGE CHART, SHOWING SANDBANKS AND ROCKS
From a] of the sea are explained.
simple as it is practical. All that is required
are some reliable sea charts, a few sets of tiny
model vessels, and printed directions, with the
assistance of which the boys can learn more in
one day than a lengthy sea voyage could teach
them. A huge
chart representing ps~- «- v'V: "•••"'
the bottom of the
sea, with all its
mountains and
valleys, its numer-
ous rocks and
sandbanks, most
cleverly construc-
ted of cement,
stones, shells, and
seaweed, explains
the mysteries of
the ocean's depths
and its hidden
dangers. The
wonders of steam-
engines and
motor -power and
all the modern
improvements re-
sulting from the
application there-
of, in so far as
they are likely to
be of use to the
twentieth - century
f i s h e r m a n , are
practically
demonstrated,
and — need it be
said? — all the
manoeuvres exe-
cuted on board
a fishing smack
are regular 1 y
practised on dry
land. For this
purpose a full-
size model boat
has been erected
in the grounds
belonging to the
school. But the
future fisherman
has yet more to
learn — the mak-
ing of nets and
the handling of
the same at sea,
the cutting,
sewing, and tan-
ning of the sails,
the natural his-
tory of the fish, the difficult art of baiting,
the drying, smoking, and preserving of fish,
the use of the lead, compass, and log, hoist-
ing colours, and the manifold secrets which
are the property of every able seaman.
IN RELIEF, THE HIDDEN DANGERS
[Photo.
\
INSTRUCTION IN HANDLING MARINE ENGINES FORMS PARI OF I HE YOUNG
From a Photo.
DUCA I ION .
A SCHOOL 01 I-ISHING.
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When all this useful knowledge has been
acquired within the lour walls of the school, the
pupils are given an opportunity of distinguishing
themselves at sea and of showing whether they
are " ripe " for their profession. For this
purpose a training-ship has been fitted up,
which for several weeks takes the place of the
schoolroom and the stationary model boat.
Captained by the indefatigable Abbe, the
student-crew carries out all its manoeuvres
and tasks in reality, and thus the finishing
touch is administered to their education.
When the floating school returns to the port
its occupants are supposed to be thoroughly
fitted for their vocation. They have, as
a rule, no difficulty in finding work ; indeed,
the owners
of boats, who
have found out
to their advan-
tage what such
scientifical ly-
t rained hands
and heads are
worth, await
them with open
arms.
This excellent
education, which
enables Belgium
to turn out first-
class fishermen,
is given abso-
lutely free of
charge. It is
not surprising,
therefore, that
the number of
pupils demand-
ing admittance is st dily im and
that many who, owii i times, had
turned away from the look el foi
their daily bread are now returning to theii
former trade, and avail themselves <>l the
splendid opportunity of learning the "modern
art'' of fishing as it is taught by the Abl
his followers. The r< guJai I : lads
of from twelve to nineteen years, but older men
are always welcome sin mid they want to brush
up their knowledge or add to it. At the present
time about one hundred and forty boys
being trained at the Ostend " iicole d Pe< he,"
and the other schools can boast about th
average attendance, before long, when the I
institutions are completed, many hundreds ol
youngsters wl
under ordinary
circumstant i s,
would probably
have been at a
loss to know
what vocation
to turn to will
emerge year by
year as experi-
enced fishermen
at an when
their rivals in
other less fortu-
nate countries
are still toiling
over their nauti-
cal A B C.
Truly these en-
terprising people
across the
Channel d<
to succeed.
THE KULL-SIZED
MODI I KISH1NG-1
From 'i Photo.
A Montana Man-Hunt.
By Walter G. Patterson.
An exciting description, by a resident of the State, of a desperate escape from gaol and the
subsequent pursuit of the fugitives. Everywhere they went the convicts left a trail of blood
behind them, but one by one they paid the penalty of their crimes.
^WsW
ILLIAM HARDEE, murderer, and
his three desperate companions
broke out of the Glasgow, Montana,
gaol just a year after the date upon
which the daring convict Tracy
started on his trail of blood from the Oregon
penitentiary.*
Hardee and his companions were not seeking
to emulate Tracy. Except that these gaol-
breakers also left a trail of blood in their wake
and led their pursuers a merry chase, the two
cases are in no manner similar.
Hardee was a cold-blooded fiend. He was
to have been executed in the Glasgow gaol, just
twenty days subsequent to the day he escaped,
for one of the most unprovoked murders known
in Western criminal annals.
Hardee had been twice sentenced to be
hanged, having the first time secured a new trial
on technical grounds. He had once previously
escaped, upon which occasion, being an opium-
user and running short of the drug while in
hiding, the ensuing physical exhaustion had
made his recapture easy.
With Hardee in this later escape, the suc-
cessful dash for liberty, was one McKinney—
a thief awaiting trial — and also two lesser male-
factors, named Jack Brown and George Pierce.
All were reputed to be desperate and dangerous
men. Their plnns had been carefully laid, and
they were executed quietly — so quietly, in fact,
that when " Death Watch" Jack Williams, who
had been placed on guard over Hardee just
before, went into the corridor — shortly after
the dinner-squads had been returned to their
cells — and a steel bar descended suddenly
upon his skull and crushed it, Deputy-Sheriff
Dillard, a few yards away, had no warning
of it. A moment thereafter four skulking
forms stole upon this latter official while
his back was turned. In an instant he, too,
was lying unconscious upon the floor of the
prison.
Then the four prisoners fled swiftly past
the rows of pale
, faces, staring with
horrified eyes through
the grated doors on
both sides of the cor-
ridor, finding horses
- placed there by
confederates — await-
ing them outside the
doors of the gaol. By
a similar mysterious
agency they were sup-
plied with a small
arsenal of weapons.
a Then they mounted
without delay, and
started on a gallop to-
ward the famous " Bad
Lands " of South-
Eastern Montana.
On the afternoon of
l he escape Sheriff
Cosner was in the
neighbouring town of
i^^MBMWiwsc--
THE COURT-HOUSE AND GAOL AT GLASGOW, MONTANA, THE SCENE OF THE ESCAPE.
From a Photo.
* See the " Hunting of Harrj
Tracy" in our issue for
December, 1902. — Eu.
A MONTANA MAN HUNT.
Havre, awaiting a West-bound train. Word was
wired him immediately, and by the time he
reached Glasgow, his Western trip abandoned,
a posse of determined and much-incensed men
were in readiness to assist him, and the chase
down the river began.
'I he pursuers anticipated a hard ride, ovei
the roughest kind of trail, and they clung to it
with that bulldog tenacity which distinguishes
the Western criminal-chaser.
One by one, during the first two days out,
they came across the dead or fagged-out horses
which the fugitives had been riding. These
one was injured on eithi
soon pul .in end to th< i ombat.
The fugitivi the
night, and foi nearly a full wi
played hid in the d<
brushwood. Thi y i aught sight
frequently, and both id<
ammunition in useless II
their a rancher or his wife, once oi r
ambitious farmer's lad, had lurid tales to r<
to the posse of their experiences with tl
of fleeing crimina While the latu 1 k< pi
generally to the brush on tin- i bank of the
A KUNMING BATTLE ENSUED, WITH ["HE
TWO PARTIES."
k I.I I « EKN THE
desperate men, instead of seeking fresh mounts.
sought the better chance given them to hide in
the brush by remaining on foot.
They often doubled back in their own tracks,
and had several times taken to the shallow, i
parts of the river— subterfuges which were insults
to the shrewdness of the experts after them.
lust before dusk on the third day of the hunt
the pursuing party for the first time came in
sight of their men, straggling wearily along the
opposite side of the river in single file A run-
ning battle ensued, with the river between the
two parties engaged; and although bullets
whistled close to the ears of the antagonists, no
river, they frequently crossed to the oth i
raid a ranch. Once 1 lardee, out of pure ■
ness, fired his rifle at long range at two n
across the river who were driving by in a lumber
waggon. He had clipped a lock of hair from
the brow of one of the men and perl
hat of the second as evidences of his unerring
aim.
On fune i ith the pursuers came ui
upon the lour fugitives in an op< n [ in t
brush, at a time when ea< h part) supp< -
other a mile or more awaj I
were about to kindle a fire to ]
As the posse ent< red this p
side the fugitives, who had hi ird th
through the willow-,, wen
the other. Like a Basl
who was loitering behind for thepui
and fired poinl blank at th
pursui re. An interposing willow b
deflected the bullet slightly, al<
officer's life.
Time and again during the next foui
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pursuers came within a hundred yards of the
ex-prisoners in the dense brush ; but each time
the latter escaped. It was ascertained later
that at one time the four men lay burrowed in
the deep grass within three feet of where the
horsemen rode by. The hiding criminals at the
time had their rifles trained full on the hearts
of the foremost of their foes, and only fear of
getting the worst of the encounter, because of
the latter's superior numbers, kept them from
firing.
There was a certain quality of bravado about
Hardee which manifested itself in peculiar ways
now and then. One night he crept close to the
camp of the posse — who were forced to work
mostly by daylight to prevent ambuscades and
to follow the trail — and took several chance
shots into the midst of the sleeping forms.
Then, with the camp well aroused, he and his
companions yelled in derision, and proceeded
straightway to put a night's travel between them-
selves and their enemies.
One of the members of the posse was a
rancher in private life, a much-esteemed citizen
named Charles R. Hill. On June 14th the
sheriff's men had spread out in the brush, as their
custom was when they had reason to believe
the fugitives were close by, for the purpose
of beating up the dense jungle in an attempt
to dislodge them. Suddenly Hill espied Hardee
himself a few yards ahead, skulking behind a
thin hedge of willows. The circumstances were
such that Hill had the " drop " on the convict.
The latterquickly
caught sight of r-
the officer, and
saw himself at his
mercy. Now it
so chanced that,
some years be-
fore, Hill and
Hardee had been
schoolmates
together, and
later fellow - cow -
punchers in Buf-
falo, Wyoming.
To the good-
natured rancher
it seemed little
short of cold-
blooded murder
to deliberately
shoot his old
chum. Exchang-
ing shots with the
so Hill thought, would purposely shoot wild,
would be a different proposition. As a sworn
officer, however, on the trail of this convict, he
realized it would be equally culpable to do
aught to warn or try to save the man from the
other officers. So, as a way out of the quandary
he was in, Hill dropped suddenly out of sight
behind a big clump of sage. Hardee lost no
time in getting out of the path of danger,
fully recognising the generous spirit which had
prompted his old schoolmate, while at the same
time despising him for his display of sentiment.
Forty-eight hours later Convict Hardee showed
the world how he would act under similar cir-
cumstances, the relative positions of the two
men happening then to be reversed.
Upon the morning of the 16th day of June
the posse arrived at a point on the river directly
opposite the beginning of the trail through the
"Bad Lands" leading to the "Robbers' Roost"
country, on the border between Wyoming and
Colorado. This was a secluded section of
country, this " Roost," which fleeing criminals
always sought to gain. Reached only by a
narrow defile through the mountains, it had
been frequently stormed by officers of the law,
but had never been taken. The gaol-breakers
were believed to be heading for it. The posse
had seen their men cross the river near this spot
while they were themselves still half a mile up
the stream. They were confident that their
men were concealed somewhere in the brush on
the opposite shore.
fugitive in a gene-
ral encounter,
when both men,
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RIVER, TOWARDS WHICH THE Eb
From a I' koto.
il-fc 1) CONVICTS PLED.
A MONTANA MAN IU \ |
The "Bad Lands" of the Missouri River
comprise a broad tract of broken country,
beginning in South-Eastern Montana and
stretching out for miles into the
State of Wyoming. It is a vast oc
neighbouring
drill-
ing yellow sand,
the home of
the Montana
prickly pear ; its
animal life in-
cludes the lizard
and the poison-
ous diamond-
back rattle-
snake.
Upon four
sides of this
sand desert are
broad belts of
dense under-
brush, inter-
spersed with
high reefs of
rock. So thick
is the brush
here and there
and so matted
with rank grass
that it furnishes
ideal hiding-
places both for
the few small
animals which
inhabit the
country there-
abouts and for
the f ugi t i ve
human beings
who may have
urgent reasons
for crawling
into it.
Upon the outskirts of this brush where it
borders the Missouri, early in the morning of
June 1 6th, two young boys, Tom and George
1* lint, the sons of a rancher, were engaged in an
earnest attempt to induce a long-eared jack-
rabbit to break from the cover of a clump of
willows. For this laudable purpose the lads
were prodding the brush with long poles. They
were true sportsmen, these two, as all Western
boys are ; they scorned taking any unfair advan-
tage of the timid little animal. With their shot-
guns grasped firmly in their right hands they
waited in eager readiness for their quarry to take
his flying leap.
Suddenly a sound came from the depths of
the clump of brush which caused the two lads
to pause abruptly and then gaze into each
HE THRUS'i
Vol.
"l1"' s Ll" IM ama i i •. What they heard
there was no mistaking it was ., loud human
snore !
The lads were still standing in open-mouthed
surprise at hearing this unexp ound when
11 ci sud
denly as it had
devi I o p (
Then thej
the poles they
were holding
seized in a
powerful grasp
and torn angrily
f r 0 111 t I;
hands, and at
the same instant
a man, who had
apparently been
asleep in the
willow thicket,
sprang from
behind it, and
with a string
oaths thrust a
pair of big re-
volvers into the
frightened boys'
faces. The man
was without
question of that
variety of bu-
rn an bei n g
known as"bad."
The hunted
look about his
eyes, which died
away in sudden
relief when he-
saw that the in
truders were
only a pair of
boys, suggested, too, the fugitive criminal.
Ragged and emaciated, the pallor of his fa
of that peculiar shade which comes from 1
confinement behind iron bars, he had despen
and convict stamped all over him.
The stranger was manifestly angry b
his slumbers had been disturbed.
"Drop them shot uuns, you t, wa
first hoarse command one. by the way, I
boys lost no time in complying with.
"What are you kids a-tryin' I lin'
a-proddin' a honest man in the ribs when 1.
tryin' to ketch a mouthful of sleep? I've all" a
mind to "
Whatever his amiable intentions might h..
i toward the lads will never be known, tor at
this juncture a party ol d -en
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— armed to the teeth and plainly a sheriff's
posse — came into sight on the opposite side of
the river. Drawing rein close to the edge of the
water, they seemed to be searching anxiously for
a safe place to cross.
It was apparent that the horsemen had not
observed the trio, who were standing among
the deep willows on the eastern bank. It was even
more manifest that one member of this latter
party was excessively anxious not to be observed.
For an " honest man " seeking a " mouth-
ful " of hard-earned repose the action of the
individual whose slumbers had been dis-
turbed by the young rabbit-hunters was, to
say the least, passing strange.
Flat he dropped upon his face, seizing the
boys by the ankles as he fell, and pulling them
down into the thicket beside himself, where
they were out of sight of the new arrivals.
The boys were frightened. Even had their
captor not possessed himself of all the weapons
they would still have been frightened. The
mere looks of the man were sufficient to scare
even grown-up folks.
Rising to his knees and looking at the boys
with a malicious scowl on his face, for a long
minute he seemed to hesitate whether he
should give way to some savage inclination or
restrain it because of its riskiness.
" The way you two kids has been playin' with
death, a-shovin' them poles around careless," he
growled. " I reckon 'taint likely yer knows who
I be. I'm Hardee, then — Bill Hardee, late out
of Glasgow gaol ; an' I'm a desperate man.
" Them fellers as has jest showed up 'crost
the river is the sheriff an' his gang, an' they're
huntin' fer me an' my pals. The others are hid
a piece back in the brush. Now, then, the first
break either one of yer makes to betray me, I
shoots the two of yer instanter. So don't make
no mistake. S'long as yer does wot I tells yer
an' keeps both yer mouths shut, jest so long
ye're safe."
It did not need this threatening harangue to
intimidate the lads. They had been frightened
badly enough when they had found themselves
looking straight down the barrels of the two
revolvers. Upon hearing the dreaded name of
their captor their faces went suddenly white.
The convict next ordered the lads to precede
him on hands and knees toward the upper edge
of the jungle, where the top of a high ridge
of rock could be seen ; behind this he
undoubtedly thought he could defy his pursuers
in safety.
When the lads' movements were not quick
enough to suit their ruffianly captor, he prodded
them viciously with the barrel of his rifle.
Once the idea came to Tom, the older boy, to
give his brother a signal and make a bolt.
But a single glance at the scowling face behind
caused his courage to evaporate.
The boys had crept along over the rough
ground possibly the eighth of a mile, and were
already close to the high ridge, when suddenly
the convict paused abruptly, and bent his head
sideways in an attitude of listening.
From somewhere near the lower end of the
brush thickets came the sound of pounding
hoofs — not such as would be made by a dozen
or a score of animals— but the dull thunder of
a stampeding army of terrified horses. Snort-
ing, crashing madly through the brush, they were
heading directly for that part of the jungle
through which the convict and the boys were
creeping.
Hardee was familiar with the various awful
forms of death which come to people upon
these wild prairies ; he recognised instantly,
upon hearing the sound of these beating hoofs,
that here was a peril which even his unerring
rifle was powerless to avert.
He sprang quickly to his feet. For a single
instant he paused irresolute ; then, utterly
regardless of the fate of his youthful prisoners
and angrily cursing this fresh interference with
his plans, he leaped through a side opening in
the brush and began to run swiftly, with head
thrown forward, toward the open prairie where
the sand dunes were.
For a little while after the convict disappeared
the boys were overcome by the rapid and unex-
pected change in their fortunes. Their escape
seemed almost too good to be true. Then they
too sprang to their feet and started in an
opposite direction to the one taken by the
convict, heading toward the river as rapidly as
the thickets of brush would permit.
The sheriff's posse, whom the boys had
caught a brief glimpse of before being hauled
unceremoniously down out of sight by their
captor, had gone a short distance down the
river in order to throw the convicts off the track
as to their intentions, if the latter chanced to be
watching them. They had then crossed swiftly
over, under cover of a bend in the stream,
and hastened back up the eastern shore at top
speed.
Presently they ran into a large band of loose
horses — half-wild range animals of the sort
which were being shot by the ranchers a few
years ago to keep them from spoiling the range-
grass for the more valuable beef cattle.
It occurred at once to Sheriff Cosner's shrewd
mind to stampede the horses through the bush
where the convicts were supposed to be secreted,
as an easy and efficient way of beating up the
heavy cover. This plan had been carried out,
A MONTANA MAN III NT.
the sheriff first posting his men where they
would command every possible point ol > s< api
when the fugitives were driven out of their
hiding-places.
In doing this, however, the sheriff had ovei
looked the fact that these ex-prisoners were also
to a man ex-" broncho-busters," to whom daring
feats of horsemanship were merely play. It
came to pass, as a consequence of this expert-
ness, that when the foremost of the frenzied
animals dashed past the clump of willows where
the three convicts were hiding, McKinney,
Brown, and Pierce, seeing a means open of
escape, vaulted upon the bare backs of three
captor, .md they jumped behind i
;e out of the way.
Tin m< nil- i of tli'
daring act oi the i om ii I . and ntly
in pursuit. Giving fn
they made a wide i id the und< rbrush
and attempted to head the fugitives ofi
they broke out at the tapper end of the jui
and took to the open stretch along tl
But the two roans and the wild
with fright, were flying like the wind, urg d
by their ragged and desperate riders. To I
them at their mad pace until a saf< dista
should be covered, the three convicts now and
THE AD\"A>
;e guard of the main body— TWO
animals they selected, and dashed on, bending
low down over the horses' necks to escape the
hail of bullets they expected would follow them.
Meanwhile the two boys, headed riverwards,
had barely got out of the track of the stam-
peding mob of horses when an advance guard
of the main body— two big roans and a grey-
thundered past them, On the back of each,
stretched out at full length and encircling the
animals' necks with their gaunt arms, they saw
a ragged counterpart of Convict Hardee. The
lads recognised the daring riders instinctively as
the companions referred to by their recent
BIG roans and a GREY— THUNDERED PA!
then pricked the animals' Hanks with
knives, until finally, after a wild rare for a i
the three foam -flecked animals i
around a bend in the distal
couraged pursuers, utterly exhaust©
the chase and hea
panions.
The horsemen, straggling lack in sing
from their unsuccessful chase, were surpi
when they cam.' p 'tain high wall
to see two young boys stand forth fi hind
it and signal them to halt. I
excited and somewhat tremulous account ot
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their adventure with the convict Hardee into
the men's ears ; and then bravely offered to
guide the officers to the place where they had
last seen the murderer.
But it happened that, while these events had
been transpiring on this edge of the jungle, a
most thrilling tragedy was being enacted on the
open prairie side.
Hardee, upon leaving the boys, had run
swiftly away, dodging in and out among the
heavy thickets in
his path. Finally,
upon hearing the
voices of some of
his pursuers close
at hand in the
open, he skulked
behind a barricade
of brush and rock,
and reduced him-
self into the least
space possible,
lying fiat upon the
ground. Peering
cautiously out, he
saw a party of five
of his relentless
enemies approach-
ing his hiding-
place on horse-
back. Each man
carried his rifle in
position for instant
use ; and the fugi-
tive realized that
they were certain
to discover him
when they passed
round to the other
side of his hiding place. He decided
to pick off two of them with his rifle
and one barrel of his revolver ; and
then to make a run for his life in the
i ir, i
ensuing confusion. The convict was
waiting for the horsemen to pass an
intervening wall of brush in order that he
might have an unobstructed range for his
deadly bullets, when suddenly his eye fell
upon his former schoolmate Hill. Such
sentiments as gratitude and all such pusillani-
mous weaknesses as regard for early friendships
were strangers to the cold and vindictive nature of
the murderer. If Hill expected sympathy from
him, he was mistaken. Hardee knew that the
whole world was his enemy, and he hated every
individual in it with a murderous hate. With
an evil smile curling his lip, the light of
murderous desire leaping from his little cruel
eyes, he glanced for a second along the barrel of
his rifle. Then he pressed the trigger, a spitting
sound came from the muzzle of the gun, and
Rancher Hill, who at the very instant was hang-
ing back, fearful of coming face to face again
with his former comrade at a time when he
would be forced to act, threw his arms above
his head and pitched forward off his startled
horse, stone dead !
Eor a single instant the other four men
paused, horrified at the unexpected deed ; then
they poured a vol-
ley into the brush
and, dismounting,
rushed headlong
into the jungle to
cut off the mur-
derer's escape.
The convict,
wounded to the
death by the sud-
den fusillade, had,
however, just suffi-
cient strength to
burrow deep into
the tangle of rank
grass. The search-
ing posse passed
the spot and beat
up the brush on all
sides in a vain
effort to locate him.
Then when night
came, satisfied that
the convict had
once more made
his escape, and
being now short of
supplies, the sheriff
decided to return
to Glasgow and
start out fresh
posses in all direc-
tions in an effort
to head off the
fugitives, who
were by this time widely separated.
Next morning a passing rancher ran across the
dead body of Hardee lying in the grass. The
murderer was buried where he was found, and the
authorities duly notified. When the body of the
unfortunate Mr. Hill was brought back to Glasgow
by the sheriffs men the fury of the citizens for
once got the best of them, for Hill had been very
popular. Convict Jack Brown — who had some-
how got separated from his companions — had
been captured during the night in the little town
of Hinsdale and returned to the Glasgow gaol,
and a deputation of townspeople quietly visited
the gaol, took him out, and hanged him.
ITCHED KDIIWAKD OFF HIS STARTLED
HORSE, STONE DEAD!"
A MOM ANA MAN 1 1 IN I
The next chapter in this tragi, man-hunt
witnessed the death of McKinney and the final
escape of George Pierce, the last of the desperate
quartette.
McKinney and Pierce had taken refuge, aft< r
escaping from the posse in the brush and some-
how losing their companion Brown in the dark
ness of the ensuing night, in an ice-house on the
ranch of a certain Mr. J. E. Darnell.
The daughters of Rancher Darnell happened
to go into the ice-house soon after, it being then
early morning. They had pottered about for a
few moments examining some hides, and then
returned to the farm-house for breakfast. It sud-
den ly occurred
to Miss Ida Dar-
nell, however,
the elder of the
two girls, that
there was some-
thing suspicious
in the manner in
which the hay
covering the ice
had been banked
up in a certain
corner. Both
girls, of course,
knew that there
were escaped
convicts at large
in the neighbour-
hood. The elder
daughter pi uckily
resolved to re-
turn by herself
and investigate.
Meanwhile Con-
vict Pierce had
become alarmed, and had stolen out of the
ice-house and escaped.
Miss Darnell re-entered the little structure,
and pretended to be busily examining the hides
again, humming a tune as she moved carelessly
about. Her sharp eyes quickly detected the toe
of a large and muddy boot protruding from one
edge of the heap of hay. A second cautious
glance toward the suspicious heap showed her a
bright, murderously-alert human eye. Without
the slightest appearance of excitement or alarm,
she moved about for four or five full minutes,
afterwards passing unconcernedly outside. Then,
with a rapid movement, the brave girl closed the
door, shot home the two iron bolts which held
it fast, and called loudly for help.
Her father came running up, whereupon
Ida hastily explained her capture. Mr. Darnell
being unarmed, she rushed past him into the
house and returned swiftly with his Winchester.
\l' kill!;
upontheinm
speedy death to the ranchei m<
daughters il any furthei attempt w;
arrest him. Holding his rifle in r.
rancher threw the door ..I th«
open, calling out at the
convict to elevate his hands. ],,
so the desperate Mi Kinm y leaped i
through the open door and started to rm
an open field.
- Halt, or I'll tire : " shouted Ram
Darnell.
" Fire, then !" was the defiance hurled back
OKE. AND COKVIC'I MCKINNEY SPRANG III'
by the flying criminal. "I'd rather be dead
anyway than I e caught ! "
Then the Winchester spoke, and Convict
McKinney sprang high in the air and fell d
for the present this is the end of Montai
latest manhunt. Pierce, at the moment of wril
is still at large, though he was heard from
day after McKinney met his fate in. Bui
North Dakota, where he dropped it •
and shot an innocent bar-tender j
in the morning, "just to prove that h
to the same class," so he brutally annou
"as Tracy and II. how hi:.
good a man as the I" Si of th< in and
harder to catch."
This remains to
chances are that Pierce will ei
from a bridge-truss
law, and the eighth man
se |iu nee of this
The Lady at the Lattice.
THE STORY OF A ROMANTIC ELOPEMENT.
By John D'Auban.
This narrative — told by the well-known dancing-master, of Holborn — is an experience in the life of
one of his most distinguished pupils. " Wide World " readers will be keenly interested in the love-
story of the Princess Lateka and her dashing English soldier=lover.
DO not think that my academy in
Holborn can exactly be called a
home of romance. It is prosaic
and quite matter-of-fact, although it
has some interesting associations
connected with it. But the story which I am
about to relate was there confided to me by one
of the principal persons concerned, and I think
i ihv i nr:\' ki-.\ i-
readers of The Wide World Magazine will
admit that the narrative is not lacking in the
elements of romance and adventure.
I was seated one morning at my desk, near
the entrance to the academy, when the door was
opened and a lady entered. There was some-
thing about this caller that attracted more than
ordinary attention. She was tall and fashion-
ably dressed, with a dark olive complexion, and
her face was of a distinctly Oriental type, with
beautiful, piercing, and eloquently expressive
eyes. Her figure was perfect in symmetry, and
her movements, as she advanced towards me
with a faint smile upon
her lips, were lithe and
graceful — very pleasing
to the eye of a dancing-
master. Instinctively I
felt that this was no or-
dinary client, and, rising
to my feet, I advanced to
meet her.
"Mr. D'Auban?" she
said, interrogatively.
She spoke with a
slightly foreign accent, in
a musical and subdued
voice. The lady then
revealed her own identity,
and I discovered that
I had before me no less
distinguished an indi-
vidual than the Princess
Lateka Gouldal Riaz,
of Cairo, Egypt. She ex-
plained that she desired
to take a course of les-
sons in Egyptian dances
— her native dances —
with a view to adopting
the stage as a profession.
I replied, of course, that
I should be very pleased
to receive her as a pupil
and to do my best for
her, and we made the
usual arrangements as to
duration and times of
lessons. Then, with no further explanation,
the distinguished lady left, having made an
appointment for the first lesson.
Here, thought I, is a mystery ! An Egyptian
Princess, obviously but recently from her native
THE LADY AT THE LATTICE.
clime, seeking lessons in her own native dances
with a view to going upon the stage ! Bearing
in mind the various stringent laws which govern
domestic life in the East and the inviolable
seclusion of the women-folk, I wondered greatly
at this latest addition to my list of pupils. As
may be supposed, I was very curious as to the
story of my distinguished client's life, for I felt
convinced she could, if she chose, tell a story of
unusual interest.
To be brief, during the period she was under
my tuition — some eight or nine months — this
curiosity was gratified, and I was enlightened as
to the strange experience which had induced, or
compelled, her to quit her own sunny and
easeful life for the grimy purlieus of London
town and the chequered career of a player.
Here is the story, as conveyed to me in small
instalments in the form of occasional con-
fidences.
The narrative opens in a
Cairo, a busy market-place,
kaleidoscopic crowd,
moving restlessly to
and fro. On either
side were quaint little
shops, offering a
variety of tempting
wares, many of the
proprietors seated
tailor-wise upon ele-
vated rostrums,
beneath inscriptions
in Arabic.
Presently a little
party of three ladies
appeared in the
bazaar. All were
envelope'd in volu-
minous outdoor
robes, and woTeyasA-
»iaks, or veils ; they
were accompanied by
the sakka, or water-
carrier, their constant
attendant. Evidently
they were ladies of
quality, occupants of
the harem of some
notable. They made
their purchases
through the medium
of their male attend-
ant, it being con-
sidered derogatory for
the members of the
Egyptian aristocracy
to buy things direct.
thoroughfare in
with a motley,
Their movements were leisurely and graceful
Through the openings in thi ii veil the i
looked out i icpri siv< ly, onv imi s smilii
sometimes grave. Th
unnoticed, for it is considered verj bad form
to stare at such folk.
One of the ladies apparently po
of rare beauty. Her eyes, in comparison with
those of her companions, were of wonderful
lustre and brilliancy, and changed their expi
sion continually as she glanced around her.
Presently, coming from the opposite direction,
a young English officer approached. He was
attired in military uniform, and strode along
with rhythmic, soldierly steps, his spurs jingling
as he walked. As he came close to the little
group of veiled women his eyes almost
involuntarily caught those of the lady with
the lustrous orbs. A look parsed betwi
them — a swift, keen glance, over in an instant.
Yet the opening paragraph of a romance had
been written !
The young officer proceeded on his way.
with i hi:
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although he slackened his pace somewhat. The
lady, however, did not betray the- smallest in-
dication that she was in any way concerned
about the stranger. She moved leisurely on
with her sisters and her attendant, making
purchases here and there.
Let us now return to the handsome young
Englishman. He was of that age most suscep-
tible to the charms of the opposite sex, and he
had just met the gaze of an incomparable pair
of eyes, which had set his heart beating with
unwonted excitement. The novelty of the
situation appealed to his somewhat romantic
nature. In love with a pair of eyes — and those
the orbs of a native lady ! He was fully con-
scious of the great danger
of acting contrary to the
prejudices of the punc-
tilious people he was then
amongst, and he knew full
well how jealously the
ladies of the harem were
guarded from prying eyes.
Nevertheless, he deter-
mined to see the owner
of those lustrous eyes
again, and, if possible,
speak to her. The diffi-
culties in the way only
added zest to the adven-
ture.
Thus soliloquizing, the
young officer presently
came to a halt, looking
about him aimlessly.
Then, apparently making
up his mind, he strolled
back in the direction
whence he had come.
The group of veiled
ladies were not yet out
of sight, and he made towards them, following
at a safe distance.
Having left the busy neighbourhood behind,
the ladies made their way through several con-
tiguous thoroughfares. Pausing before the door
of a large house, they were admitted, and passed
out of the Englishman's sight. Just as the
portal opened, however, the officer strode past
the mansion, apparently taking no notice what-
ever of the ladies. Yet, as they passed through
the door, one of their number contrived to
exchange another eloquent glance with the
young soldier, who continued on his way with
his brain in a whirl.
The house where the ladies lived was an
imposing structure, such as are tenanted by the
nobility of Cairo. The lower part was built of
light yellow stone, with a projecting upper floor
THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS, I.ATEKA, WHO ELOl'ED WITH
A YOUNG ENGLISH OFFICER.
From a Photo, by Ellis &* Walery.
supported by fancy piers. The windows were
large lattice-work affairs, of very close turned
woodwork, some painted, some plain.
The door gave on to a passage, which wound
about, in order to secure privacy, and finally led
to a courtyard, into which most of the windows
of the house looked. Directly facing the
passage, on the other side, was the door leading
to the apartments of the harem, which, on its
farther side, by means of small latticed windows,
looked out upon the street.
I need indulge in no further ambiguousness
as to the identity of the two persons whose con-
duct I have been describing. One was the
Princess Lateka Gouldal Riaz, my heroine,
and the other Captain
F , my hero, then
quartered at Cairo.
The Princess was a
great favourite in her
father's harem, and, in
common with most
Egyptian ladies of her
class, led a somewhat
aimless and luxurious life.
It must not, however, be
supposed that such folk
pass their days in utter
idleness, for the occupants
of the harem in question,
the Princess informed me,
were most accomplished,
engaging in art of many
kinds. She herself was
a linguist of no mean
ability, speaking English
most fluently. The apart-
ment in which the Prin-
cess passed most of her
time was paved with
marble, had luxurious
walls, and a bath in the
centre, into which played a perfumed fountain.
Upon the surface of the water floated a small
tray, bearing sherbet.
The Princess, having returned from her walk
— all ladies, by the way, are expected to return
before sunset — doffed her outdoor garments,
revealing her head-veil, loose skirt, and graceful
flowing robe. Then, casting herself upon a
divan, she proceeded to think over her strange
and fateful encounter with the white officer
— an incident which had brought romance
into her somewhat monotonous life with a
rush. Presently, rising to her feet, she glanced
cautiously around and then approached one of
the small latticed windows which looked on to
the street. Taking a small stool, she placed it
near the wall, and, stepping upon it, was just
divans round the
THE LADY AT THE I. A I I l< I.
able to reach the window, which she opened
slowly. Then she gazed cautiously out into the
street, hoping against hope that the handsome
stranger might be there. But the quiel
thoroughfare was empty. For a few minutes
she stood thus, on tip-toe, and then descended
Looks, howev( r, v.. r< pah m re ab]
ex( hange, on u i oun! <»t tl,
attendant, and il tnej,
acquaintanceship would n<
Persevi ran< e, however, is I ,VI1
reward. One evening, when th
THE PENSEVERING KO.MEO GAZED
with a look of disappointment, having first care-
fully closed the window.
Following upon her adventure, she made
many little excursions through the neighbouring
thoroughfares, always in company with her
faithful male attendant, including the market-
place before mentioned in her wanderings.
Occasionally, strangely enough, she encountered
the same young English officer, Captain F- — ,
who also seemed to have discovered a curious
predilection for this particular neighbourhood.
Vol. xiv.— 73.
Lateka had climbed up and w;
ingly through her window, she
observe the well-known 1 r unkn
lover standing sentinel below. < I
had many times passi d li
ing seemingly 1
ment, in tin- h
of lustrous eyes framed tl but until 1
chance hail SO far prevented a
. however, lu< k favoured tl the
\" rsevering !<■ m ized up inl t
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his beloved Juliet, the measure of her beauty
fully revealed in the welcome absence of the
intercepting veil.
An ardent conversation in whispered tones
ensued. The officer divulged his identity, and
in return the Princess told him all about herself.
It was an ideal spot for a lovers' meeting, and an
ideal night for such romantic doings. The
silent street was flooded with the pure lustre of
a brilliant moon, which
shone dazzlingly in a star-
spangled firmament of azure
blue. The gentlest of
breezes wafted sweet odours
through the air, seeming to
whisper words of encourage-
ment in the ears of these
venturesome but devoted
lovers.
The situation, however,
was fraught with not a little
peril for both of them.
Occasionally the whispered
conversation would be inter-
rupted by an alarm on one
side or the other, and at
last, after a tender farewell,
the captain strode away,
while the Princess softly
closed the window and re-
tired to rest, her thoughts
full of the handsome
Englishman.
There were many of these
clandestine meetings by
night, and at last it was mutually agreed to
adopt practical measures for subverting the
racial and religious prejudices which barred
the way to the consummation of their happiness.
It was impossible for them to avow their affec-
tion openly upon Egyptian territory without
bringing instant destruction to their ambitions,
so an elopement was agreed upon — nothing
less than a flight to the sheltering shores of
England.
To this end plans were prepared by Captain
F , with the acquiescence of the Princess
and her assistance. The greatest difficulty
which presented itself was to arrange for the
lady's escape from the house of her father.
The only door was guarded night and day by a
sturdy bcnvivab, or attendant, for whose accom-
modation there was a seat against the wall just
inside the hall. It was agreed that this man
must be bribed in some way. By slow degrees
he was approached by both parties, and, happily
tor them, proved amenable to certain "con-
siderations," in return for which In; was willing
MR. JOHN DAUB AN', THE WELL-KNOWN DANCINC
MASTER OF HOL1SORN, WHO TELLS THE STORY O
PRINCESS I.ATEKA'S ROMANTIC ELOPEMENT.
From a Photo.
to efface himself when the time came for action.
Thus the way of escape was made comparatively
easy.
The plans of the lovers were put into opera-
tion without further delay. Upon a certain
night, at a quiet hour, the door of the Princess's
house opened slowly, and a lady, attired in
European garb and wearing a veil not of
Eastern fashion, stepped out and made off with
quick step, the door being
gently closed behind her.
She had not walked a great
way when she was joined by
a gentleman, and the two
departed in company.
This was the end of the
romance so far as the lattice
window was concerned. The
two — Princess Lateka and
Captain F , needless to
say — made their way at once
to Alexandria, where they
embarked for England. The
clothes for the Princess's
disguise had been given
into the charge of the at-
tendant by Captain F ,
who, having obtained leave
of absence, had booked
passages for England in
assumed names, and so
timed their flight as to board
the vessel just as she was
on the point of sailing. The
scheme succeeded admir-
ably. The two arrived safely in England, where
they were immediately married in due form.
The lady's father — who by this time had
learnt the true facts of the case — was naturally
exceedingly angry at his daughter's conduct, and
vowed he would never again own her as a child
of his. This, however, troubled the lovers but
little. They had each other, and wanted nothing
more.
This is the story of Princess Lateka Gouldal
Riaz, as she herself imparted it to me. I found
her a most apt and assiduous pupil, a perfect
lady, and a charming and entertaining conversa-
tionalist. She completed her term with me, but
did not, as matters turned out, go upon the
stage after all. The hottest anger soonest grows
cold, they say, and so it was with the Princess's
father. He relented, and, matters being amicably
and satisfactorily settled, the Princess returned
to her native land with her husband. And so
she and her romance passed completely from
my knowledge.
AE.P%ATT<
How many of our readers know what a lakatoi
is ? As the pictures accompanying this article
will show them, it is a boat— perhaps the most
remarkable -looking craft that ever sailed the sea
-N^3
F/^Hor^a^.
Mr. Pratt has just returned from
a lengthy sojourn in unknown New Guinea, and here describes the potters of Papua
and their wonderful fleet.
f3l*I
HOSE who are familiar with the
postage - stamp of British New
Guinea must no doubt have often
wondered what manner of strange
craft is depicted thereon. The
stamp, as will be seen from the accompanying
facsimile, bears the representation of a boat, or,
rather, a raft, carrying two gigantic sails
resembling the wings of some weird bird, and
the whole appearance of the vessel is one that
arouses curiosity. This is the "lakatoi,'' the
remarkable trading vessel of the hereditary
potters of Hanuabada, a little village not
far from Port Moresby. The hamlet, with
its neighbour Elevada, is built partly on
land and partly on piles in the
water; but while the land part of
Hanuabada stands on the main-
land, that part of Elevada which
is not aquatic is founded on an
island. The inhabitants belong
to the Motu tribe, and their
numbers do not exceed fourteen
hundred. Their long, grass-
thatched huts rise from sixteen
to twenty feet above land or
water, and each has its little land-
ing-stage on a lower tier. The
THE BRITISH NEW GUINEA
STAMP, BEARING l KEPRES1
OF A I A I.
main poles supporting these structures are 01
rough-hewn tree-trunks driven down into the
soft sand. At a height of from five to six feet
above the water the natural forks of the main
poles are retained, and across these logs are
laid, forming a rude platform. Ladders of
very irregular construction give access almost
at haphazard from stage to stage. Looking
through the village, below the 1; the
eye encounters a perfect forest of poles, and
between the dwellings in this queer Venice
the East run little waterways, just wide enough
to let a canoe pass along without grazing its
outriggers. The houses themselves each contain
only one living apartment.
In and out among the hoi:
ply the dug - out . and a
very charming feature of the
village is its crowd of children,
playing with toy lakal
smallest of tin
made of i n of baml
ballasted with stones, will,
tin' same shape a- that of the
: rati> used by the grown-up
people. The bigger* hildren, scorn-
ing the bamboo vessels, hav<
i kind, in which the •
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are real little dug outs. These youngsters are
wonderful swimmers, and as they conduct their
little regattas they jump about in the water,
swimming and diving fearlessly, and enjoying
the merriest possible time. The people of
Hanuabada are an agreeable and rather comely
race. They are typical south-east coast natives,
with shock heads of black wiry hair. The
women, who carry on the characteristic industry
of the place, the work in earthenware, are lithe,
picturesque figures in their long rami's or kilts
of grass.
It is a curious fact that, although the
Hanuabada and Elevada people live actually
on waters that teem with fish, they are poor
fishermen, being, in fact, too lazy to follow that
craft. They are accordingly helped in this
industry by the Hula people, whose fishing
fleet presents at night one of the most weirdly
picturesque sights in Papua. In order to attract
the garfish they burn on an earthen hearth in
the bow of each boat huge flares of dried palm.
The work is not unattended with danger, for
very often the fishers are pierced and killed
by the razor-like snout of the garfish, which,
scared by the light, leap out of the water with
almost incredible swiftness.
For weeks before the annual trading expedition
Hanuabada is full of life. At every turn one
comes upon women crouching on the ground,
fashioning lumps of clay into the wonderfully
perfect pottery for which the village is famous.
The menfolk, although they do not condescend
to take part in the actual manufacture of the
pots, are good enough to dig the clay,
which they take out of the ground
with a stone adze — a flat stone blade
lashed to the shorter ex-
tremity of a forked stick,
the longer extremity form-
ing the handle.
There is a distinct
organization of labour
among the potters, the
women being divided into ^H
" makers " and " bakers." jC
Several " makers " work
together in a group. They
use no wheel, but seize a
lump of clay with both
hands and make a hole
large enough to get the
right hand in, whereupon
they gradually give the
vessel its contour. After
being roughly shaped it
is smoothed off with flat
sticks or the palm of the
hi mi f ■ I J GETTING A LAKATOI READY
and. 1 he finished From a]
article of Hanuabada ware is in the form of
a flattened sphere with a very wide mouth
and a neatly- finished rim six or eight inches
across. Farther to the east, along the coast,
the pottery is highly decorated, but it is much
more crude in form and has no fine rim.
The pots are dried in the sun for several days,
and then they are turned over to the " bakers,"
whose fires are blazing in every street. There
are two methods of baking. One is to lay the
pot on a heap of hot ashes ; the other to build
the fire right round it. The vessel is watched
through the whole process, and is continually
turned on the fire with a little stick thrust into
the mouth.
When many hundreds of pots have been
completed the Hanuabada people begin to
think about the disposal of their wares. Their
great market is at Paruru, a long way up the
coast. They barter their pottery for sago with
the natives of that district, and it is very curious
to note that this extensive trading organization
on the part of an utterly savage people has been
in existence from time immemorial, and is no
imitation of European methods. To reach
Paruru the potters must undertake a perilous
voyage, for which they are dependent on the
tail of the south-east monsoon.
Then comes the preparation of the craft, the
FOR SEA — THESE BOATS ARE MADE UI' OK SIX OR MOKE CANOI S
LASHED SIDE BY SIDE. [P/wtO.
THE VOYAGE OF THE LAKATOIS
lakatois. About seventy large dug-out canoes
are brought together and moored side by
side at the landing-stages in groups of six or ten,
While this is being done many people are
out in the forest cutting rattans and bamboos
for lashing the dug-outs together, and for the
upper framework of the rafts. Across the
canoes, after they have been ranged at the
proper distance (amidships about six inches
apart, although their taper ends cause a wider
gap at bow and stern), are placed long bamboos
extending a considerable distance beyond the
port and starboard sides of the outermost pair.
Along the gunwales of each canoe at regular
intervals stout bamboo
uprights are erected,
and to these the hori-
zontal cross bamboos
the sides are formed ol matting W len m
now steppi '1 amidship and held in pi
with stout stays ol fibre, and then the lakal
i-, ready to lils. I ile
vast kites and are made ol native matl
stretched upon an outei frame ol bamfo ■ I
difficult to describe their form, and tl
Inst be understood by a study ol the accom-
panying photographs.
Why the strange segment should be cut oul
the upper part, leaving two great wings, 1 I
never been able to discover. The sails ol the
lakatoi are of them apart Being
stretched on a frame they cannot bulgi , but
swing like boards.
Their poinl i the
deck and work freely
in a socket. The sails
A FLOTILLA OK LAKATOIS
From a
are strongly lashed
with fibre and
cane, until the
whole framework
is perfectly rigid.
To the cross frame-
work the potters
fix down a floor
of split bamboo, and all round the outer
edges they wreathe dried grass to prevent
slipping as one steps on board. This platform
overlaps all round the raft, fore and aft, and
the cross-pieces are very strong and firmly
lashed. Openings are left in the floor above
each dug-out to enable the pottery to be stored
in the holds of the canoes. A clear space is
left on the platform extending about six feet
from bow and stern, and on the whole of the
space between houses are erected in skeleton
bamboo framework. These can be entirely
covered in with mats to afford a shelter in
stormy weather or in rain. The roofs as well as
LYING OFF THE COAST.
Photo.
are hung lightly to
t h e m a s t s 1) y
braces, and there
is no clewing up.
In spite of theil
comparath
ity they are quite
manageabl
in case of sudden squalls can easily be let
The lakatoi is now ready for use perh
most remarkable lookii I whi< h
to sea— and has only to b
rigging and the sails float long
Papuan grass de< orations, and th
or ten lakatois now lying >>U lian-
as the sun strikes 'their brown
charming spectacle.
Bi fore they proceed to - a tl
people institute a trial trip aiv\ i
itta with several i
festivity. The B< sometin
by sonic lakatois from other villages. Th
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sail up to Port
Moresby from the
east to join the main
expedition. About
eleven o'clock in the
morning, if the wind
be strong enough,
the people of
Hanuabada and Ele-
vada begin to test
each vessel in the
harbour, trying how
the ropes run, how
the sails work, and
'how the lashings
hold t ogether .
Everything is tho-
roughly overhauled,
for the lives of the
menfolk of the vil-
lage depend upon
the fitness of their
queer craft. The
crew go on board
and take up their
positions. At the bow stands the professional
pilot, a man thoroughly acquainted with the
coast, and behind him, stretching in Indian
file down the gunwale on port and starboard,
From a]
A 1.AKATOI MAKING A TRIAL TRIP
tacking about in
every direction with
wonderful dexterity,
for the 1 a k a t o i s ,
clumsy although
they appear, are
quick " in stays."
At last comes the
day when the Hanu-
abada people say,
"If the wind is
favourable, we will
start to-morrow."
Vast quantities of
farinaceous food are
brought on board,
and the small dug-
outs are busy dart-
ing out from the
village to the fleet,
bearing the stores
that are to last the
voyagers for their
[Photo. two months' trip.
Then the festivities
begin. The damsels of the village deck them-
selves most artistically with finely-woven garlands
that lie in close cinctures round their brows.
In most ravishing ramis they go on board and
celebrate the departure of the
braves by the wildest dances
atforms fore and aft,
THE VILLAGE DAMSELS GIVING A FAREWELL DANCE ON THE STERN PLATFORM.
From a Photo.
stand his crew, each man handling a long pole.
The steering is done from behind with crude oars
slightly flattened at the ends. The crew pole
gently out until the breeze strikes the sails, and
then away they go merrily down the harbour,
dances that would put a premiere aanseuse to
shame. They spin round with such dizzying
rapidity that when my son photographed them,
although he used a shutter snapping at a hun-
dredth of a second, the image of the dancers
THE VOYAGE (>
was entirely blurred, as will be seen from the
previous picture. As an accompaniment to the
dances they sing the appalling and discordant
songs of the coast native, and the merriment and
motion cease only for the intervals of feasting on
III. LAKATOIS.
then young h« r. 3 until tl
has disappeared round tl„
I men of the village will
for two months, and
foi the voyage is long and
w e a t h e r s t h <
treacherous squalls and
of the Papuan
captains, of course, hi
I.AKATOIS READY FOR THEIR LONG VOYAGE OF SEVERAL HUNDRED MILES.
From a Plioto.
yams, taro, and fish. The dancing is for the
most part independent, but occasionally there is
some attempt at rudimentary figures, and the
little girls, with arms interlaced after the manner
of a " lady's chain " in the lancers, form a ring
in the centre, while the bigger girls circle around.
Some of the young braves sleep on board the
last night, and the next day at dawn, if the wind
should be favourable, a start is made. The last
good-byes are said, the small canoes dart to and
from the shore with final messages, and as the
great lakatois slowly get under way the girls
crowd upon the beach, shouting and waving to
knowledge whatever of the science of na>
tion, and sail their vessels by
or — when out of sight of land -by 1:
the wonderful instinct which with them takes
the place of the white man's book-learnt
knowledgi :.
During the whole time that the tradi
absent gloom reigns in Hanuabad . \
the desolate women bar themselves into their
houses and remain in the mosl
until the daylight reappi It is a n
unflattering reflection that this
arisen since Europeans fii
A Terrible Predicament.
By J. W. Jeffreys.
Fixed by the foot on a railway line, with a train thundering down towards him through the night,
his cries for help unheard, and experiencing in a few short moments the mental anguish of a lifetime
— such was the appalling situation in which the author was placed, as here set forth.
HE experience I am about to relate
is one I am not likely to forget in a
hurry. Although its results were
senous enough, yet I feel that I was
lucky in escaping with my life. But
let me tell the whole story in detail from the
beginning.
I am twenty-one years of age, and at the time
of my adventure was in the employ of the Great
Western Railway as a carriage examiner. I live
at Waunwen, which is not far from Swansea.
On the night of my adventure — it was a
Wednesday — I was off duty,
and spent the evening with
my young lady. We strolled
about for some hours, and
towards ten o'clock found
ourselves not far from Lan-
dore, near the railway line.
My sweetheart lives close to
that place, so, having said
good-night, we parted to go
to our respective homes. I
had to make my way to
Landore Station, where 1
should get a train for Swan-
sea, and then walk the re-
mainder of the way home.
To get to the station by
the ordinary route through
the streets would have meant
a rather long walk, and
would have made it a pretty
close thing for me to catch
my train ; I was also feel-
ing somewhat tired, so I
decided to take a near
cut along the line. The track was divided
from the roadway by a fence, and I climbed over
this on to the embankment and so got on to the
six-foot way. I heard the clocks striking ten as
I reached the top. It was a darkish night, with
a misty atmosphere. The spot where I reached
the line was several hundred yards from Landore
Station, between myself and which was Landore
Viaduct, a tall iron structure, whish T had to
THE AUTHOR, MR. J. W. JEFFREYS.
From a Photo, by Henry Chapman, Swansea.
cross. Still farther along the track towards the
station is a signal-box ; a short distance in the
other direction, towards Neath, is a fairly sharp
curve, but as the track is pretty high at this
part and the surrounding country very open the
metals can be seen for a good distance, espe-
cially when standing on the embankment. It
is necessary for me to give these particulars, so
that what follows may be clearly understood.
I knew that a " down " train — a Vale of
Neath train — was about due over the metals I
was then walking beside, so I hastened forward
with a view to reaching
the station before it. Very
soon I arrived within a
short distance of the via-
duct, where there is a length
of check - rail. I do not
suppose that it is generally
known what a check-rail is,
so I will explain. At places
where there are curves a
second rail is placed parallel
to the ordinary one, as a
precaution against slipping
and a check for the wheels,
the flanges on the latter
fitting between the two rails.
The check - rails are, as a
rule, made of metal, and are
similar in appearance to
ordinary rails, but the one at
Landore is altogether differ-
ent, being made of thick
wood and square in shape.
In fact, it is wide enough at
the top to walk along. Be-
tween the two rails there is a good space, and there
is also a space between the bottom of the rails
and the ground — about the width of a sleeper.
As I increased my pace I jumped on to the
top of the check-rail, which was easier to travel
on than the rough ground ; I was whistling at
the time, and was feeling in rather good spirits.
Perhaps I was not quite so careful as I might
have been, thinking more of the young lady
A TERRIBLE PREDICAMENI
I.ANDORE VIADUCT — WHERE THE AUTHOI
TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE.
From a Photo, by Henry Chapman, Swansea
I had just left than the
walk before me. Any-
way, I had no idea of
danger, and never once
thought of the possibility
of any such accident as
that which very soon
happened, although I had
been working some years
on the railway.
Suddenly my foot
slipped. It went down
between the two rails,
and I found myself firmly
fixed upon the track. The
weight of my body had
forced my foot down
until it became jammed
between the rails.
Frantically I pulled and
tugged at it, but my efforts
to release myself only
served to more firmly
imprison me, for in my
struggles my foot twisted
round, the toe of my boot
going underneath the ordinary rail and the heel
becoming wedged below the check-rail, with my
foot pointing across the track.
I continued to struggle for some moments
longer, but only hurt my leg, and did not move
my foot in the least. Then a horrible fright
seized me, and I broke into a cold perspira-
t i o n . It
dawned upon
me suddenly
that I was a
helpless pri-
soner upon
the track, a
long way
from an y
assistance, at
a very lonely
part of the
line, with no
houses near.
And a train
was shortly
due along
this very line "3
upon which I
was fixed.
It was hor-
rible! I felt
that, unless I
succeeded in
releasing my-
self, I must
Vol. xiv.— 74.
MET WITH III-
distance in fact,
I W.\s A HELPLESS PRISONER I l RACK.
I'd Hut
till
i 1
.ill
ih.
ham
my :
purpose. [|
I
move it .in
I was simply stui
at th«- dreadful ;
I found myself in, and
for a lime was dumb with
the very lion die
thing. What could 1
do? It only son
would come to my
ance, somebody who
could save me bj
ping the train ! SwiftK
I turned over in
mind the means when
1 might attract attention.
( me of my mates might
be near, within hailing
I knew of (die win. 1
reckoned, should be working not far off. 1
shouted as loudly as I could for help, hut with
out receiving any respond save the m
echo of my own voi< 1 1;< accidenl 'aid
not have happened in a much worse p
me, for, as I have said, it was a very quiet and
unfrequenti
Some dist way,
towards the station, I
could see the signal
II only I <■
the attention ot the
signalman, whom I
tinctly saw moving
about. 1 might yet be
him ■
tin
■
in
I
m
in.
sh<
u d I y
I could,
"Help!" b'H
he did not
m<
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any sign that he had heard me, and my heart
sank as I realized that my voice was not loud
or strong enough to carry so far. With the
doggedness of despair, however, I continued
to watch the signal - box and wave my arms
mechanically, and presently the signalman sud-
denly left the window. For one joyful moment
I thought that he had been attracted by my
voice or gestures, and my heart beat wildly at
the hope. But nothing happened, and my fears
returned.
Then, faintly, I heard the tinkle of the
telegraph bell, and saw the signalman go to
the levers, one of which he pulled. Between
me and the signal-box was a signal-post, and as
I looked towards it the red light on it suddenly
turned to green.
It was the " line
clear " signal for
the oncoming
Neath train !
At this awful
moment I became
faint and sick, and
moaned aloud in
my agony of sus-
pense. Neverthe-
less, I continued
to call for help and
to struggle frantic-
ally to free myself,
although all m y
efforts were quite
useless ; my foot
was as firmly fixed
as ever. Then an
idea suddenly
occurred to me —
why not try and
release the foot by
cutting away the
boot ? Promptly
I took out my knife
and severed the
laces at several of
the eyelets, but the operation did not ease my
foot much. However, I continued to cut away
the laces with feverish energy, although I found
it difficult to get at the lower ones, on account
of the position of my foot.
If only I had time I might get free, but the
time was so very, very short. Even as I
stooped over my work, feeling for the laces in
the darkness under the rail, I heard a slight
rumble on the track. Only too well I knew
what it meant — the Neath train was approach-
ing ! My heart seemed to sink and my hair to
bristle, for d^-ath appeared very near now—
death in a most horrible form. I knew, how-
THE RUMBLE GREW LOUDER AND LOUDER EVERY SECOND.
ever, that a train may be heard advancing while
yet a good way off, and I hoped against hope
that there might yet be time to free myself.
Frantically I cut away at the stubborn boot,
the perspiration dropping off my face in huge
drops. But the rumble grew louder and louder
every second, and my foot still remained fixed.
With a sickening sensation of dizziness I realized
that my task was hopeless — it was too late to
struggle ! But I continued to shout— to shriek
rather — for help. Louder and louder still grew
the roar of the train, drowning my agonized
cries, and looking along the track I saw the
lights of the advancing engine in the distance.
Nearer and nearer it came, round the bend,
and then it bore straight towards me like some
bright -eyed mon-
ster, until I felt the
vibration of the
metals underneath
me.
I cannot quite
say w h a t m y
thoughts were at
that moment ; I
know that they
were dreadful. I
thought of my
sweetheart and my
mother, and felt
that I was going
lo die, and die in a
shocking manner.
But I kept on
shouting and
waving my arms.
Looking round de-
spairingly towards
the signal-box, I
saw the figure of a
man on the other
side of the track
running towards
me and shouting.
It was one of my
mates, who had heard my cries, and was now
hurrying to my assistance ! But he was yet
a good way off, while the train was very
near. He came on, shouting and waving his
arms, and I shrieked out to the driver of the
train, hoping to attract his attention in time
for him to pull up. But apparently he could
neither hear nor see me, and the train came on
swiftly and mercilessly.
When the engine was within a very short
distance of me the driver, who was looking out
of his cab, suddenly caught sight of me and
instantly shut off steam and applied the brakes
But it was too late ! At the same time, seeing
A TERRIBLE PREDICAMEN'J
that I could not save myself altogether, I
suddenly thought that I might at least save
myself from death. I was fixed on tl
side of the track and behind me was clear
ground, so when the train was within a few feet
of me I summoned up all my strength and threw
my body as far back as I could. The engine
had its tender in front, and this pa
without touching me, but the step of the 1
motive struck my imprisoned left leg above the
the -'"'I' "' ""• rails, mj I i being ,,
away. Phen 1
Station where "first aid
Which 1 was taken I ;.
horse ambulance [t v. ,
sustained a compound fractui
which had to be immediately amputated,
next day 1 felt comparatively well, and am
at the moment of writing, in tl„
Convalescent Home.
THE TRAIN CAME ON SWIFTLY AND MERCILESSLY."
knee with tremendous force, causing me intense
pain.
With all possible speed the train was pulled
up, and actually came to a standstill over me.
I was suffering great pain and my wounded leg
was bleeding very much ; but, although I was
feeling very faint and ill, I never once lost
consciousness. My agitated mate came round
to help, but before I could be released the
train had to be backed off me. Several other
men coming to my assistance, I was freed from
Since the accident several good people I
made all sorts of brilliant
I should have done to save myself whil< i
lived on the line, among other id-
light to some paper and waving it in !:
of the engine. but one wai not
to mention matches, for such a dei and,
moreover, one can't think of ev< rytl uch
a time. Personally I i onsid
in escaping with my life from such a terrible
predicament.
<*Jn the UJombeyem Caves.
By F. S. Hartnell.
The author describes his visit to the wonderful series of caverns at Wombeyan, in New South
Wales. Lying far from the beaten track, the caves can only be approached by a difficult and dangerous
road, but their manifold beauties well repay the adventurous traveller.
MONG beautiful works of Nature
few are entitled to rank above the
wonderful stalactite and stalagmite
caves which are to be found in lime-
stone districts in various parts of the
world. The specimens nearest home are the
ones at Cheddar, in Somerset, but the most
complete and extensive are those to be found in
New South Wales. There are several series of
caves of wonderful beauty in this region,
the most accessible, and therefore
most popular, being the famous Jenolan
Caves. These are situated a little
over a hundred miles from Sydney,
but are altogether too well known
to warrant more than a passing re-
ference. Another set of caves,
more wonderful if anything than
Jenolan, are those of Wombeyan,
situated in an almost inaccessible
spot, forty - five miles from the
nearest railway - station, Bowral, on
the Southern line.
For the sake of those who have
never seen these wonderful lime-
stone growths it may be necessary
to state simply what are stalactites
and stalagmites, and why people
undergo such inconveniences in order
to see them. The stalactite is a
limestone growth formed on the roof
or side of a cave by the action
of water charged with limestone;
the former evaporating, leaving an
incrustation of the latter. The
stalagmite is formed on the floor
of a cavern by the drips of lime-
stone-charged water which fall from
the stalactites, and, of course,
grow " up " instead of " down."
The process of growth is natur
ally so slow that scientists hesitate
to place a probable age on the forma-
tions, but all are agreed that it must From a]
have been going on for millions of years. The
caves form themselves into series, and are
really great hills completely hollowed out. How
this mighty work was done none can say with
certainty, but the scientific explanation is in-
teresting and deserving of respect. It raises a
picture of the distant time when all the eastern
part of Australia lay under the seas. Then, as
now, the busy polyps, or coral insects, were
patiently assimilating lime from the water, de-
THE BEAUTIFUL DRAl'EKY CHAMBER.
{Photo,
IN MIL WOMBEYAN CAVES
positing it, and forming the coral reefs. When
the reefs ceased to grow debris of all kinds was
deposited on them for countless ages, crushing
them into solid limestone. After this the
upheaval ; the ocean bed came up into the life-
giving rays of the sun, and the dry land went
back to lie fallow beneath the waters. ( )n the
surface of the newly-raised land grew the vegeta-
tion of the period, and as it died and rotted
away carbonic acid gas was distilled. This
aided the water as it furrowed through the
limestone strata, hollowing out the present
tunnels and caverns, and as it evaporated
leaving parts of the lime behind. Thus were
created these wonderful cave formations and
the crystal growths
that adorn their
walls.
Wombeyan
Caves not having
yet come into
popularity, the
journey to them is
only accomplished
with considerable
difficulty. There
are practically no
roads, and the
writer and his
party came igno-
miniously to grief
in their first at-
tempt to reach the
place, owing to
the axle of their
vehicle breaking,
causing so much
delay that the
journey had to be
abandoned. The
Wollondilly Valley,
in which the caves
are situated, is
just here wild and
useless for culti-
vation, so the
chances of help
in case of accident
are small indeed.
On the second
occasion, however,
horses were resorted to, and after much scrambling
and careful riding the caves were reached in
a day and a half. The Government has
erected a small accommodation house here and
placed a caretaker in charge, but it wil
probably be many years before electric light wil
be installed or proper provision made for the
safety of visitors, such as exists at Jenc
LOT S WIFE
From a]
THE COCKATOO," TWO OF
I- VAN
Consequently none bul enth to
Wombeyan.
Many pens lu\ ■ atlem]
wondei ful el hut
few have mel w ith any
essentially things to be seen I
The variety of formations in i
so great that the mind cannot tak all in
with a single visit. It is only aftei dilif
examination in the company oi
that the visiter can hop and un
stand things properly. Following
taker along the gloomy pa
nesium lamp suddenly reveals a magnifii
cavern, its roof studded with stalactites of all
shapes and
each one glittering
like a thousand
diamonds in the
cold, strong light.
M a n y ass u m e
iurs and foi
so like obji
and
animal and i'i
table kin.
that, as the lij
dies out, you rub
your < • • .
deri ng for the
moment whether
you have not b
dreaming, w hi iher
your taste be
the massive and
majestic or the
d. licate and 1>
tiful, in evi ry •
there is SI fl
to excite the
ad m i r a t i o n
all. Great tinted
1 u m n s a n d
stalactit ral
feet in i
set Ofl
taining tiny
pel, '< d
gile i
.ill the
the ti
the wi
I hi WOMDI RPD1
[Phi
from fairyland. In
in Southern New
stalactites shaped
colour being
fill, ring through irons:.
crystals of the same ™,te
colour, representing parsnips to the lif<
wonderful nitic
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formations in the shape of cabbages, these being
formed by the action of an underground river
which once existed there. What are known
as "shawl formations" are very frequent-
beautiful examples of Nature's freakish art.
They generally form at a fissure between two
rocks, and hang down in thin layers in perfect
representation of a shawl, or else of a huge
rasher of bacon. The presence of iron in tbe
carbonate of lime
at certain periods
during the process
of growth provides
even bands of
colour, and the
effect is exceed-
ingly beautiful
when a light is
placed behind a
good specimen.
The human and
animal form is
very frequent, and
the finding of re-
semblances is the
source of great
amusement to
visitors when
going through the
caves. " Lot's
Wife," in the form
of i rregular 1 y-
shaped pillars in
puie white lime-
stone, is to be
found in almost
every cave, and, as
the dripping from
the roof is cease-
lessly going on,
these pillars look
very fine glistening
in the light.
"Lot's Wife and the Cockatoo" is a splendid
example of the figure formation at Wombeyan.
One of the accompanying pictures gives an
excellent idea of the bird with his back towards
the camera, " Lot's Wife " towering above him on
a natural pedestal. Some of the ordinary stalac-
tites have been so well and truly made that when
struck they emit musical sounds varying in tone
according to their thickness. The guide usually
gives the visitors a short musical selection.
What are known as the "swinging stalactites"
at Wombeyan Caves are worthy of note.
They are so slender that, when lightly touched,
they will keep swinging for about twenty
minutes.
When all is said and done the crowning
SWINGING STALACTITES -THtV AKE
From a] they will swing for
glory of these charming works of Nature-
is the " Mystery " formation. We have in
it one of those things which science cannot
explain, even to its own satisfaction. That
water, saturated with lime, should in the
course of time form stalactites and stalag-
mites of perpendicular shape is explicable
enough ; and it is also feasible that these
deposits should occasionally take shapes re-
sembling things
in our experience
in the sentient
world. But that
there should be
stalactites which
twist and turn,
grow up and down,
and turn again
would seem to be
scarcely credible
when we considei
the way in which
they are formed.
Yet ' such are to
be found in pro-
fusion in each of
the caves in
New South Wales,
and no better
name has been
found for them
than " M y s -
teries."
Everybody who
has seen them
advances his own
theory as to how
they came to
lake their shape,
but no explana-
tion has been
given which can-
hot be upset.
Some consider that currents of air may
account for the irregularity, but this will
only hold good where the formations all
lean in the same direction. Look at the
wonderful " Cross - Bar Mystery " which has
recently been discovered in the Wombeyan
Caves. No current of air could have caused
such a maze, as all will admit merely from
seeing the picture reproduced, which is
the only one ever taken of it. If yon would
present to your mind an idea of what this
curious formation is like, conjure up an in-
dentation in the wall of a small underground
cave. A bunch of stalactites, glistening in
the light of the guide's lamp, grows thickly
forward, crossing each other at right angles,
SO SLENDER THAT, WHEN TOUCHED,
TWENTY MINUTES. [Photo.
IX THE WOMBEYAN r.\\ ES
in. I
JTOU mi.
a bun.;
you musl ta
mi which I'ti'L. s thi I
timber slopi - upv
against the wall, cai n
astride you musl h
hands, working your waj
on the horizontal bai l
and othei
managed to follow them without m
han, and after more squeezing
crawling rea< hed the diminutive hi
in which the wonderful "(
Mystery " was. There was onlj p
for one person at a time, and I
accompanying picture ol the"Mj
was taken with the guide i
his magnesium lamp in th
which the last of the pictures sh
THE EXTRAORDINARY " CROSS-BAR MYSTERY WHICH
SCIENTISTS AKK QUITE UNABLE TO EXPLAIN.
From a Photo.
some going up, some down, others grow-
ing out and curving upwards, returning
to the wall whence they sprang. But, like
all things worth having, this " Mystery "
is only to be seen by the daring. Out
of seven men of our party, all young and
active, only one had nerve enough to go
through the risky undertaking to the
end. All were brave enough till we got
to the "slide," consisting of a narrow
hole into which you must go feet first,
and then allow yourself to slide some
eight or ten feet in absolute darkness,
trusting in the guide's assurance that it
is "all right." As there is nothing to
hold on to you must let yourself go,
trusting in Providence. Then comes an
apparently endless series of twistings and
turnings, and when you think you are
nearing the bottom you happen upon
a further obstacle in the shape of a deep,
dark chasm, just high enough to crawl
mi i
i
The Quest of Ambrose Leake.
By A. T. Story.
A story of pathetic interest. How a young man set out from England to discover and rescue his
brother, who was languishing in prison somewhere in Mexico. Carrying a tin whistle, he wandered
from gaol to gaol, like King Richard the Lion - Heart's faithful minstrel, playing his brother's
favourite airs, hoping that the prisoner might hear him and be able to communicate with him.
Incredible as it may seem this simple scheme succeeded, and after passing through many perils the
two brothers returned safely to England. The author obtained the facts from members of his
family who knew the Leakes and were thoroughly acquainted with their romantic history.
ILLIAM and AMBROSE LEAKE
were the sons of an old Hull skipper,
popularly known as " Old Ambrose,"
who brought them both up to the
sea. The elder was from his youth
of a very independent disposition, quick-
tempered and high-spirited. He was appren-
ticed to a Newcastle collier, but, finding the
captain very brutal, ran away from him and
sailed for some years almost wholly in foreign
ships. Finally, finding himself in San Francisco
when the war with Mexico broke out, he enlisted
in the American Navy in the hope of seeing
some fighting and winning a little booty.
He soon had plenty of fighting, but the booty
was still to seek, when one fine morning the
frigate in which he served was sighted and
attacked by a Mexican man-of-war. The
Americans had quite enough to do to hold
their own against this one vessel, and when they
saw a second bearing down upon them would
fain have drawn off. But this was impossible,
and within half an hour the two Mexicans had
so riddled their adversary with shot that she
began to sink. The enemy did their best to
save the lives of the officers and crew, but many
were drowned, while the rest, who were carried
to one of the Pacific ports, soon found them-
selves lodged in prison.
The report of the capture naturally found its
way into the English papers, and was seen both
by the old skipper and his younger son, Ambrose,
who happened at the time to be at home.
They waited anxiously for a week or two in
the hope of hearing further news ; then, as no
word came to hand, Ambrose resolved to make
his way to New York with a view to finding out
what he could of the missing brother. At New
York he learned that William was not dead, but
a prisoner, and so he determined to go to Vera
Cruz, which the Americans were then blockading,
and endeavour to effect a landing, his idea being,
if possible, to find out his brother's whereabouts
and try to effect his release.
It had seemed to him that when he set foot
on Mexican soil half his task would be accom-
plished. His first feeling, however, on finding
himself in Vera Cruz was one of almost utter
helplessness. How was he, a stranger in a foreign
land, to discover his brother's whereabouts, let
alone aid him to escape ? Nevertheless, he
pluckily set to work to obtain information.
He took up his quarters at a little posada
(inn) much frequented by sailors, and for two or
three days contented himself with talking to
the landlord and his guests. This he was well
able to do from having spent a good deal of
time in the trade with Spain and in Spanish
ships. Cautiously, too, he explored the city,
and made what inquiries he could respecting
American prisoners, and where they were in-
carcerated.
Don Miguel, the landlord of the posada, at
first appeared to regard him with some suspicion,
imagining that he was an American in disguise
and that he was playing the spy. Leake, how-
ever, quickly disabused him of this idea by pro-
ducing his papers, which he had taken the precau-
tion to obtain before leaving England. He now
speedily gained the good opinion of the host, as
well as of everyone else in the house.
This was chiefly due to his unfailing cheerful-
ness and good nature ; but he had a valuable
auxiliary in a tin whistle which he always carried
with him, and on whose aid he greatly relied in
the effort he was about to make to find his
brother.
This whistle was brought forth and played
upon on every suitable occasion. He whistled
melodiously in the public room of the posada to
the delight of all, and often was a dance impro-
vised to its lively strains ; he whistled while
seated on a bench by the door ; and one day, a
throng collecting, the people thought he was
playing for alms and threw money on the table
by his side. When he had finished his per-
formance he gathered up the coins and gave
them to the host to be expended in charity on
poor wayfarers.
All this time Leake was busy gathering infor-
nil-. Qt EST O] AMBROSE LEAKE.
mation about the prisons in which American
men-of-war's men were incarcerated. Having
at length learnt all he could, he thought it time
to set forth on his pilgrima
It is not necessary to follow our hero in all
his wanderings. Suffice it to say that before
leaving England he had taken his savings from
the bank. • Part of this amount he now con-
verted into Mexican currency, leaving the
remainder in charge of the British Consul, to
be forwarded to him if needed.
Then he set out, wandering from village to
village and from town to town, playing wherever
he went, especially outside the prisons, hoping
against hope that his brother might hear the
familiar tunes and be able to communicate with
him. In this manner he spent the best part of
three months without success, though he did
not lose heart. His method of getting from
place to place was to join the endless strings of
mules which were ever travelling from the coast
towns inland, and vice versa. By this means he
was able to travel not only without much danger,
but at comparatively little cost.
Nevertheless, he did not make much headway
as regards the object of his search. One even-
ing, tired out and sad at heart after nearly three
months of fruitless wandering, he came to a
"HE r.F.GAN TO PLAY ON HIS WHISTLE IN ANYTHING I
Vol. xiv.— 75.
small town.
in i" plaj "ii i
ch< < rful in' ii
others with whom
day gathered about him and I
music.
Among the numbei
longei young, but still with ..
kindly eye. 1 hi En dish lad had n
laughing and jesting with
company as they travelled aloi 1
the sailor saw, was now seated a littli
talking with another ol his cloth and listt :
very intently to the tin.
At length, when Leake had finished playi
" Kathlei n Mavoui n< i n, the padre appr
him and said in English, though with a bi
Irish accent : —
" Friend, they tell me you are an Englishn
but I think there must be a little of the Irishman
in you too, for that is the third Irish air I have
heard you play to-day."
"It is true, sir," replied Leake, "I am an
Englishman, but, as my mother was a Cork
woman, I think I may claim to be somcthin.
a compatriot of yours."
"Och! There's no mistaking me! the
padre returned. "I'm Irish to the back!
an' proud I am of the
same. But what
u tootling it I i
put it— throug
ill-starred countn
pi
"Why nol -
Leake, evasively, for it
behoved him I
lutious.
"Well, I bai
right to pry inl
affairs," repli
dre : •" but 1 would
sen I ild."
" Yo u
I I . . ..ii by th<
man's i
••Well. I
turned tl
the next town
1 am
an
hi
and the sailoi oing
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his whistle, played "Home, Sweet. Home,"
which had the effect of sending the Irishman
away with a moist eye.
The following afternoon Leake reached the
small town the padre had mentioned, and, as
everyone there seemed to know Father Patricio,
he soon found his way to that worthy man's
door.
The good Father received him with the
greatest kindness, and, after treating him to an
appetizing supper, bade him explain in what way
his assistance would be useful.
Leake at once frankly told him his story. " I
know you won't betray me," he said, when he
had concluded his narrative. " Perhaps I am
doing wrong to go about with the intention of
effecting my brother's escape if I can, but it was
our poor father's delicate state of health, and his
great desire to see Will before he dies, that put
the idea into my head."
" Wrong or not, you are a brave lad," said
Father Pat, " but I must tell you that you are
running great risk of being thrown into prison
yourself. The people are naturally greatly
incensed against the Americans, and some of
them do not distinguish very closely between
an Englishman and an American."
" You would advise me, then, to give up my
purpose ? "
" I don't know that I would. It is painful
to think of an old man wishing to see his
first-born before he dies, and not being willing
to help him if one can."
" I would do anything in reason to gratify
his last Wish," said Leake.
" And I also," said the padre. " Seeing you
are on your way to Tixtla, I will give you a note
to the keeper of a posada near the prison there,
who will help you all in his power. It may
be little or nothing he can do ; but you may
depend on his goodwill and discretion."
Two days later Leake found himself at Tixtla.
He put up at the posada of which the padre had
told him, and when a favourable opportunity
offered gave the host the letter he carried.
When he had read it the innkeeper said,
" Father Patricio tells me you are a countryman
of his, and that, as you wish to stay here a few
days, I am to make you as comfortable as
possible and ask you no questions." He
laughed. " Well, here is the house," he con-
tinued ; " make yourself as comfortable as you
can, and tell me just as much or as little as you
like concerning yourself and your business. I
shall desire no more."
Before delivering his letter, Leake had
ordered some supper. The maid now informed
him that it was served, and he stepped on to
the veranda fronting the inn to eat it. When
he had finished, he took out a cigar and began
to smoke. Presently a dark-complexioned and
rather scowling man, with the air of a notary,
took a seat near him and eyed him with any-
thing but pleasant looks.
Finding himself thus observed Leake raised
his hat, bowed politely to the stranger, and
remarked how delightful it was to see children
enjoying themselves in the cool of the evening ;
there being a number of little ones playing about
just in front of them. The gentleman made a
civil, though by no means cordial, reply, and
Leake continued, drawing forth his cherished
tin whistle : —
" I wonder if they would like to hear a
stranger play an air that the children in his
country have often danced to ? "
" What country is that ? " queried the notary,
suspiciously.
" England," Leake replied.
" Ah ! then you are not an American ? " said
the other, in a relieved tone. " I must say I at
first took you for one of the people who are
warring against us, and of whom we have a
number locked up in our prison here."
As he spoke the notary nodded his head
towards the walls of the prison over the way.
" No," said Leake. " I own Queen Victoria
for my Sovereign, and you shall hear the air we
always play in her honour."
So saying, he struck up the National Anthem ;
and when that was finished he went on to play
several other airs, including one — " The Days
We Went a-Gipsying" -which was a great
favourite of his brother's, and which he hoped
would be heard in the prison.
Next morning — still full of hope that here,
after so many disappointments, he might at least
get word of his brother — he again piped a tune
after he had enjoyed his breakfast. Then he
took a stroll round the town. When he returned
he saw a number of toy ships displayed at the
prison gate, and on asking what they were there
for was told they were being sold for the benefit
of the American bluejackets who had made
them, and who were in need of money.
" Poor fellows ! " said Leake. " I will help
them a little." He selected one of the tiny
craft, paid the gatekeeper the price, and carried
his treasure into the posada, where it was
immediately handed over to the host's little
girl.
The child had already become greatly
attached to the cheery English sailor, and
when he was not strolling about the town or in
its environs he was either playing with her or
delighting her with the sweet music of his tin
whistle.
This life had gone on for several days, when
THE Ql ES'J i >!■ AMBROSE LEA]
one morning, noticing some fresh sea-crafl
side the prison gate, Leake stepped ovei the
way to see what they were like. Greal was his
surprise to find among the rest a trim barque
rigged ship, evidently of British build, bearing
the name Old Ambrose. Could this he a mi re
coincidence? Controlling his excitement as
best he could, he immediately purchased the
boat and carried it into the posada, to examine
it at his leisure.
It was fixed in a little cradle to keep it
upright, and when this was removed Ambrose,
to his intense delight, discovered on the stern-
post the words, " Made by W. Leake," with the
date !
"It's Will— found at last!" exclaimed the
overjoyed wanderer,
hardly able to restrain
his feelings. Upon
reflection he came to
the conclusion that
his brother had recog-
nised his playing, and
that this was his way
of making himself
known. The question
now was : what should
be his next step ? This
required some delibe-
ration ; but it did not
take him long to hit
upon a plan.
During the quiet of
the afternoon, while
showing the barque to
the host and explain-
ing its various parts,
he contrived to let it
fall and break its bow-
sprit.
" There ! " he cried.
" My pretty little ship
has gone smash — and
I intending to take it
home as a memento
of my travels ! Ah,
well ! I must try to
mend it."
With these words he
laid it on one side, and
after he had gone to his room at night he prised
up one of the little hatches and, after some
reflection, carved on the under side of it the
letters, "A.L, of Hull," and then replaced it.
He dared not put more, lest the boat should
have to pass through hostile hands.
In the morning he remarked casually to the
host, " I wonder,' if I sent my little ship into the
prison, if the maker of it could put the bowsprit
to right ? I would
don<
'• ( »t course he would,
" I'll ask tli
you lik'
Leake gladlj a< i epted th
evening the barque was return* ■
prit. 'flu- owner was d< ;
ii nii" to his room, saying it should n< I
grief again. That night, his heart b
with anxiety, he once more lifl
1 1. nl his brother noticed his initials? \
had :
Pinned to the wood was a little m
but satisfactory. " If a man i
you and offers you his mug to drink, trust him."
The followii
ing, a- I '. in
front of the pi i
Usual, a man did <
and ^it near him, and
after a while spok
him and then
him his tankard
drink from. I
drank with him. and
then remarked, i
lessly : " Th< •
some Ami ri< ans in the
prison the:
" Yes," the
turned. "There is
also an Englishman."
I. eake nodded. The
stranger continued in
a lo
I have gone, wall
the right a the
outskirts of the town ;
then wait at the foun-
tain till I i
Ambrose d i <
directed, and »
sently in COn>
with the ' for
h he
th.
ups
w as to I
that I
and a young Irishman nam- d Bl
rill togeth
whereby they i ould gi I out of tl
3 to know what I
Brown had been making
Mexican woman 1
visited the prison i id from tin
brought the imprisom d bl
This girl, d with thi
DISCOVERED UN 1111. STERN-POST THE W
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man, had not only arranged the plan of escape,
but had secured a hiding place for "him. For
his companion, however, she could not or would
not do anything. There was the difficulty.
The plan was this. An old woman and her
son, who supplied
the market with
fruit and vege-
tables from their
farm, situated a
few miles from
Tixtla, were in the
habit of calling
twice or thrice a
week at the prison.
They carried their
produce in a light
country cart drawn
by mules, and it
was arranged that
after the stuff for
the prison had
been removed the
two prisoners
should secrete
themselves among
the remaining
vegetables, sacks,
etc., and so elude
the vigilance of the
guard.
The success of
the plan depended
largely upon the
early hour at which
the cart usually entered the prison yard, which
was when most people were still abed or else
busy with their early meal. The warder himself
thought it would succeed.
" But," said he, " what are we to do with the
Englishman when he is free ? Outside the
town Leandra is to meet and carry off her lover
to a place of safety ; but there is no such place
for the other to go to."
" I think I can make that all right," said
Ambrose, thinking of his friend Father Patricio.
" Tell them to lay their plan and let me know
all about it. I shall be ready to help in a
couple of days."
It was accordingly arranged that the two
should meet again at the same spot three nights
later.
In the meantime Leake paid a visit to his
friend, the padre, and asked his advice and
assistance. After he had heard all about the
plan of escape, Father Patricio exclaimed,
" Ah, that little vixen, Leandra ! I know all
about her hiding - place for her lover. She
has a brother who is in league with the
banditti of the
who is not above takin
neighbouring
mountains, and
D a hand with them when
occasion serves. This young Irishman will be
placed in their safe keepim
the time being,
enough for
HE OFFERED HIM HIS TANKARD TO DRINK FROM.
He will be secure
but I pity him all
the same. Rather
than your brother
should fall into
the same un-
scrupulous hands
I will secrete him
under my o w n
roof. Therefore,
Ambrose, my boy,
arrange for him to
come here ; but
see that he comes
secretly and after
nightfall."
In further con-
versation — Leake
staying that night
under the padre's
hospitable roof —
Father Patricio
drew up a plan of
the way the fugi-
tive was to take
to get to his place,
and finished by
cautioning Leake
not to appear in
the affair. " Re-
main quietly at
your inn till all is
over," said he. "If you go away you will he
suspected at once, and everybody who has been
seen talking with you will be watched. There-
fore, employ yourself as usual, play on your
whistle, and amuse the children. Then, when
things have quieted down a little, you can
come here and we will see what can be done.
Your brother will have to' remain here until
everything is quiet."
These arrangements were duly made known
to the warder and by him communicated to the
prisoners. They, with Leandra's assistance and
the connivance of the warder, carried out their
plot so well that a week later they successfully
eluded the vigilance of their guards and got
clean away from the prison before their flight
was discovered. Then, of course, the country
was scoured for them in all directions, and
William Leake, lying hidden in a wood, came
very near being taken. The searcher approached
so close to him that he could almost feel his
breath. He was, of course, greatly scared, and
for two whole days lay in the wood not daring
to move. Only on the morning of the third
THK QUES1 ol AMBROSE LEA)
WILLIAM LEAKE, LYING 1IIDDKN IN A WOOD, CAME VEKV NEAR LLIN«. TAK
day, just before sunrise, did he venture to
sound the signal agreed upon at Father
Patricio's door. He was then so weak with
hunger and fatigue as to be hardly able to
stand.
His companion Brown had in the meantime
run no such risk. A little outside the town his
sweetheart Leandra met him, and conducted
him to a little hut some distance up the moun-
tain side, where they were presently joined by
her brother and several " free-livers," as they
were called— otherwise banditti— and by them
taken to a remote mountain village.
That same night a daring robbery was com-
mitted on a party of travellers, and next day the
bandit stronghold was in a state of high festivity.
Two days later Leandra and her Irish lover were
married, and the dancing and wild revelry in
celebration of the event were carried on far into
the night. Never probably had there been such
a gay time in that remote village. Just before
morning, however, the officers of the law fell
upon the revellers, took half-a dozen of the men
captive, including the newly-married Irishman,
and sent the others scurrying in every direction
for safety. A dozen or more made good their
escape, while one brigand, in trying to get away,
fell over a rocky ledge and was killed. This
man, fortunately for Leake, was repi
the other bluejacket who had broken oul
prison.
The error served Leake well, for it pul
to all pursuit for the time beil
Meanwhile the tin-whistle player had
quietly at the posada outside the pris
ing his time as usual. Apparently n
pected the part he had taken in th<
the prisoners. I or some days he v.
as to how his brother ha i got on ; hut a:
received news — in a way which 'had i
arranged- - that he was all right, th
impatient to be on the road to .V apu
Finally it was decided that they shou
the attempt, the idea b
rest during the daw Everything
a start when, unfortunately for th<
number of the American ;
encouraged by th.' apparenl -
comrades, mad sh for li
away, put the wh
thi ii' rei apl
This in< idenl i
of plan. At!
Aminos. .
\
ments for the
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followed with a mule train, disguised as a deaf
and dumb monk, and arrived a few days later.
All had gone excellently well thus far, even to
the extent of finding a British ship which had a
berth waiting for both of them. But, unfor-
tunately, at the last moment the discretion which
had served them so well all through seemed to
dry up.
When on their way to the boat which was to
put them on board the Maid of Perth, they for-
got themselves and
began to talk. It
was dark, and they
probably thought
no one would
hear. But it hap-
pened that a man
who had travelled
with the supposed
deaf and dumb
monk, and knew
him again, was
struck by the
curious circum-
stance that he had
suddenly found his
tongue, and spoke
like the Americans.
Instantly he
raised an alarm.
The brothers, see-
ing that they had
betrayed them-
selves, made a
dash for the boat
which was waiting
to take them off
to the ship, now
lying in the offing.
William, the elder,
w ho was the
nimbler of the
two, reached the
boat first, and,
thinking his
brother was at his
heels, got in. Just
as he did so, however, he heard Ambrose cry
out, and, turning round, saw him knocked down
by a couple of men.
Instantly he seized a marline-spike that was
lying in the boat, and ran back to the rescue.
Felling the two Mexicans with a blow each, he
lifted his brother up and ran with him to the
water-side. Here the men in charge of the
ship's boat helped them in and at once pushed
off.
Barely had they got two lengths away ere
an excited crowd collected on the beach,
shouting threats at them and throwing stones.
Several even attempted to swim after them, but
soon returned to the shore. Two or three
boats, however, were quickly manned, and
a spirited pursuit ensued. But the rowers,
although they seemed to be gaining for a time,
did not prove to possess the staying powers of
the British tars, and were soon outdistanced.
All danger, however, was not yet over, for
before the Maid
of Perth had got
well under way
a Mexican sloop-
of - war was seen
to be making
ready to give
chase. Matters
for a while looked
serious, and the
skipper appeared
to be wavering
between two
minds. Then a
sudden wind took
hold of the sails
and gave the ship
a lift that seemed
like a toss of
defiance.
"Shall we put
on more canvas,
sir ? She'll bear
it," said the first
mate.
"Aye, put it
on, Mr. Barton,
and be hanged
to them ! " cried
the skipper, sud-
denly making
up his mind.
• " They won't over-
haul us on this
wind."
" They dare not
try, with so many
Yankee men-of-war about," replied the mate.
Nevertheless, the sloop made it rather warm
for them for half an hour, sending shot after
shot whizzing after the Maid of Perth, but, as
good luck would have it, without hitting her.
This proved the last danger the brothers,
thus strangely re-united, had to undergo. After
a quick passage they reached home, to find their
father still in the land of the living, and over-
joyed, needless to say, to see them both safe
and sound.
Entrapped by an Avalanche.
P>\ THE VlS< 0UN1 Dl SoiSSi
An account of the extraordinary adventure which befell Mr. Waclaw Sicroszcwski.
Polish scientist, in the mountains of the Caucasus. With a companion he was eir
precipitous defile by an avalanche of rock, while inch by inch death in the shape of a dan
river — crept nearer and nearer to them. The days and nights of horror that ens .
graphically described.
ACLAW SICROSZEWSKI, whose
extraordinary adventure in the
mountains of the Caucasus forms
the subject of this narrative, is a
distinguished Polish scientist. Some
time ago he wrote a unique ethnological work,
for which he was awarded the gold medal of the
Imperial Geographical Society of St. Petersburg.
The same institution afterwards supplied him
with the necessary funds and sent him to the
Caucasus to explore the summit of the in-
accessible Mount Rishtan, which had not
hitherto been scaled.
At the beginning of the summer of 1898
Sicroszewski reached the valley of the Auchi
River, one of the most beautiful gorges on the
south-east slopes of the Caucasus. Here he
Simon- stalwart mountaineers both
daughter. Having thoroughly
zewski hired a Circassian guide named Selim.
Then, with two small but intelligent mountain
ponies to carry the trted off on his
perilous journey, from which he expected t<>
return with rich botanical ami
discoveries.
During the first three days everything
to the explorer's entire satisfaction. Guided by
Selim, who knew the mountains like a book,
reached- the valley through which the River
Urush runs. Here they were suddenly startled
by ominous rumblings, and the earth began t"
tremble beneath their 1 Then, with a
thunderous roar, the whole side <>! a mountain
gave way, and rushed downwards with irresistible
MOUNT KISHTAN — IT WAS
From a]
SET OUT I IN his DISA!
i THIS
rROl S EXPEDI1
stopped to make his preparations for climbing
the snowy summit of Rishtan, which domin
the dark mass of towering mountains.
During his brief stay he made the acquaint-
ance of a Polish family named Strasicwich,
composed of a widow, her two sons, Junk and
force, choking up th
pletely damming up th
rjrush. rh ■
road known to tl
obliterated ! Hi
ocks -hut the '.
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From a]
THE RIVER URUSH.
{Photo.
other masses continued to fall at irregular
intervals.
Very soon the water, dammed by the rock
avalanche, began to rise, and the two travellers
were forced to mount higher and yet higher,
scrambling from rock to rock. By this time it
was quite dark, and the scientist and his faithful
guide could not see one another. They there-
fore stopped where they were until the morning,
listening gloomily to the ominous rumblings of
the falling rocks and the noise of the agitated
waters. Ever and again, too, a quivering of
the ground beneath them showed that the
earthquake was not yet over. They did not
fully realize what had happened, however, till
the morning, when, instead of a green valley
with a broad river running swiftly through it,
they beheld nothing but an enormously long
lake of discoloured water, filling up the whole
of the rocky defile.
Apparently the surface of the lake was quiet,
but a close scrutiny revealed a continual swirl-
ing, produced by some unseen
current, and every moment the
water rose higher, submerging the
valley more and more. It soon
became necessary for the two tra-
vellers to retreat fnmi their resting-
place, and in accordance with the
guide's advice they retired upwards,
towards Rishtan. Before leaving
the place they searched carefully
along the margin of the lake, hoping
against hope that the water might
have thrown up some of the things
they had been compelled to aban-
don in their headlong flight. It
was all in vain, however — every-
thing had disappeared. The sum
total of their possessions, besides
the clothes they stood in, consisted
of a rifle, a bag of cartridges, which
Selim had on him, a dagger, and
a box of matches, with a few other
small things.
Following a ridge of rock which
still remained unsubmerged, th* pair
presently reached a small meadow.
Here they discerned several ante-
lopes, of which two fell by Selim's
gun. This was a stroke of luck,
and soon the two men were busy
cutting up the game and smoking
the meat. During the day the
rocks stopped falling, but towards
morning the encroaching waters
MB. WAC1.AW SICROSZEVVSKI, WHOSE EXTRAORDI-
NARY ADVENTURE IS HERE RELATED.
From a Photo.
ENTRAPPED BY AN AVALANCHE.
reached their camping-place, and
they were compelled once more
to retire. The rocks now became
more and more difficult to scale,
and in places it was impossible
to climb. Time and again they
were obliged to wade through the
ice-cold water, and in some places
to swim, while every moment the
dangers of their situation in-
creased. Nevertheless the two
men did not lose heart, though
their position seemed hopeless —
immured in a rocky cul-de-sac with
unclimbable sides, and with a
dammed -up river drawing closer
and closer to them every instant !
Presently Sicroszewski and his
companion found themselves con-
fronted by a sheer precipice. It
would have been utter madness
to attempt to climb it. Yet some-
thing must be done; they could
not stay where they were.
Finally they decided to try the
other side of the lake. Accord-
ingly they fastened the food and
the other things on their heads,
and then, trembling from cold
and fatigue, they waded into the
icy water and struck out. Heavily
laden as they were the journey
was a terribly trying one ; but
ultimately, all but exhausted, they
reached the opposite shore. A
few minutes showed them that the
situation here was no better, and
with sinking hearts they were at
last obliged to mount an isolated
rock, like the tower of a cathedral, which rose
up to a great height.
The pair had got half-way up when the
naturalist lost his hold on a treacherous corner
and, with a cry of dismay, fell downwards.
Selim heard the cry and then a dull splash far
below, but he did not dare look down. He
simply started to retrace his steps. When he
reached the bottom he found his master sitting
panting on the shore, pale and wet through, but
uninjured. He had fallen into deep water,
which had saved his life.
Neither of the men felt like essaying the climb
again, so they chose another rock on which to
make their final stand. While the resourceful
guide busied himself with collecting pieces of
floating wood for a fire, the naturalist made
marks on the rocks to find out how quickly the
water was rising. Anxiously he made his
observations, and finally came to the conclusion
Vol. xiv. — 76.
THE NATURALIST, WITH A CRV OF DISMAY
that, even if the flood maintained
of increase, it would not reach then
five days. In that period much might I
and the meat they had with th
that time with care.
With the setting of the sun the <
and the two men crouched nearer tl
had kindled on the roi
naturalist looked at his guide.
'•Selim." he
have a wife an> ! children. 1:
thei iy cham
I shall only hind. :
sir : " •
n more than a m:
friend. I
I h
it. I' 1 '
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slightest chance of our finding a way through
1 would have told you so, and we "would not
have been waiting here hoping to be rescued by
Jurek. He is the only hope we have. If he
cannot reach us we must perish here. Allah's
will be done ! "
Utterly tired out by their exertions, the two
men lay down and slept till morning. When
they awoke the rocks and water seemed in the
same condition, but the marks proved that the
flood had drawn nearer to their retreat. Dark,
angry-looking clouds drifted over the mountains
around, and soon it began to rain, while in the
far distance the rumbling of thunder was heard
among the peaks. At last the flood-gates of
Heaven seemed to
open, and torrents
of rain poured
down. Half-
drowned by the
pitiless deluge, the
two unfortunates
were obliged to
change their posi-
tion t o a more
sheltered spot,
taking the fire with
them.
So that wretched
day passed, rain
beating steadily on
the rocks and lash-
ing the face of the
ever-rising
lake.
As night a p
proached, however,
it ceased.
Early next morn-
ing the naturalist
went out to exa-
mine his marks,
dreading what he
knew he would
find. When
he examined
them, however, he
could not refrain
alarm. The rain
rocks
make
tower,
soon
HE AND SELIM WORKED LIKE SLAVES, PILING UP ROCKS.
from an exclamation of
had swollen the lake to a
tremendous extent and shortened the existence
of their retreat by one whole day ! Hopelessly
he returned to his guide, who was crouching
over the fire, and communicated to him the
unwelcome intelligence. " If our friends do
not reach us soon," he said, " we shall be
drowned like rats in a trap ! "
The storm had not permitted them to gather
more wood, therefore their fire was very
small, and they were compelled to keep it going
with leaves. In spite of hunger — for their
daily ration of smoked antelope was meagre
— and the desperate nature of their position,
neither of the men lost heart.
They slept close together that night for
warmth, and did not wake in the morning till
the warm rays of the sun began to put new life
into their numbed limbs. As they looked
around both men gave vent to a cry of dismay.
The water was almost touching their feet !
They were now at the summit of the pile of
rocks they had selected for their last stand, and
all around the walls of the defile were unscal-
able. What was to be done ?
" We must build a platform for our things,"
said the naturalist at last, as cheerily as he
could, and the
words gave him
an idea. All
day long he and
Selim worked like
slaves, piling up
so as to
a kind of
They were
covered
with mud, bruised,
and wet through ;
but as the rocky
erection rose they
grew more and
more cheerful.
Every foot they
could gain pro-
longed their
existence. When
they had used
up all the avail-
able boulders the
two m e n r e -
treated to the
top of their tower,
taking up the
dagger, rifle, cart-
ridges, and the
remainder of the
food.
The water, however, still rose continually —
silent and relentless as Fate. Little by little
their former camping-place was covered and the
flood lapped round the base of the tower. They
passed the following night in horrible suffering,
trembling with cold, which precluded all
thoughts of sleep. Hour after hour passed,
the silence of the pitch-black night being broken
only by the monotonous splashings of the waves.
Would help never come? Or would the
lapping waters creep nearer and nearer till they
swept over the tower, bringing with them
oblivion ?
ENTRAPPED B\ AN A\ AI.A.V 111..
Neither man spoke, but their brains w
busy, and they breathed silent prayers for
succour.
At last morning came, grey and (heirless,
with the pitiless flood swishing about among the
very stones on which they crouched. Oh, for a
fire, to put some warmth into their frozen limbs,
clad in sodden garments ! Shaking off his
torpor with difficulty. Sicroszewski climbed up
higher, where there were a few inches of dry
space. Here he stood erect, trembling with
weakness and cold, and looked out over the
immense stretch of blue water, backed by the
frowning crags. Nothing else was in sight,
nothing but a bird soaring far above, perchance
watching them and wondering how long it
would be ere the waters overwhelmed them. A
few mouthfuls of the meat warmed him a little
and gave him courage. Telling the apathetic
rifle, Selim I
reply, and ere li rig, to their ii a little
party, h< adi d by th nd Jurek, app<
the i In:
They had sui 1 1 i ded in finding . • in-
credible efforts, the dangi
mountain glaciers, and \\
cover that the two missing men wen till . I
though in such imminent peril. Aft< i
difficulty they found a way down the rocl
set to work at once to build a rati with such
bouirhs and small trees as they were abl<
collect. Quickly they lash' d the tm;;
together, using odds and ends of cord, and •
portions of their clothes, and then floated it on
the lake. Directly they had ascertained its
bearing power, a stalwart mountaineer spi
upon it and, using a branch as a padi
the clumsy craft across the river to thi
A STALWART MOUNTAINEER, USING A BRANCH AS A PADDLE, GUIDED III! I I I MSV CRAFT ACROi
guide to stand up beside him instead of sitting
half in the water, the naturalist began to look
around him, casting his eyes towards Rishtan,
towering in the distance, as if he expected
help from the giant mountain.
After a few minutes his gaze became fixed,
and a new light sprang into his eyes.
"They are coming ! " he shouted, shaking his
companion by the shoulder. "Do you hear
them ? Listen ! " With straining ears the two
men listened, and soon reports, as of guns fired
in rapid succession, reached them. Seizing the
now completely submerged, and so snatched its
two occupants from the very jaws of death.
Weak from exposure and lack ol
Sicroszewski and Selim wen
rough track through th.
i. ached the lowlands in sat
indomitable pluck of Jurek and his comi,
but it will be man\ a lonj
forgets th"-' days and i
he' was entrapped in th
valley, while inch by in<
to him.
<?0
A deeply-interesting and authori-
tative article, written by a well-
known Italian author. Signor
Simboli sets forth the adventures
of some of the most famous
brigands of Sardinia, and in-
cidentally shows what a large
share the cult of the vendetta
has in driving the hct-blooded
Sardes into outlawry.
NE November evening in the
year 1895, Signor Enrico Costa,
a distinguished Italian writer,
was entering his study at
Sassari, in Sardinia, when he
suddenly noticed that a fine-looking, elderly
man was awaiting him there.
"What do you want?" was his somewhat
startled question.
" Is it true that you have written the history
of Giovanni Tolii, the bandit ? " demanded the
stranger. " I should like to read it."
" I have never written about living bandits,"
answered the astonished author.
" Well, if you haven't, you can do it now,"
continued the old man ; " for I am going to tell
it you. I am Giovanni Tolii in person ! "
Costa was quite taken aback at this remark-
able introduction, but with-
out heeding his surprise the
stranger went on :
want either blame
that isn't my due. I am
going to tell you the truth
about my life, and nothing
but the truth."
And for two whole months
the old fellow actually had
the patience to visit Costa's
study, and seated there
beside the hearth, whilst
filling and smoking his pipe,
he told his adventures with
a scrupulous attention to
detail, dates, conversations,
small episodes, localities and
all, while the writer made
his notes.
Who was Giovanni Tolii ?
the reader will ask. He
Raffaele Simboli.
was originally a
a little place not
"I don't
or credit
direct
exer-
spite
GIOVANNI TOLL), A FAMOUS BRIGAND
SARDINIA.
From a]
poor peasant of Elorinas,
far from Sassari, who worked
hard from his childhood up, acted as sexton
for a time, and then as a carrier. When
twenty-five years old he would have married
Maria Francesca, the priest's maid, but for the
priest, Pittui, a fierce man and a bully, who
would not hear of it. Tolu's life seems to have
been embittered from that moment. Intelligent
and with plenty of good sense, he was weak
enough to harbour superstitious ideas, and to
imagine that his m i s -
fortunes were the
result of magic arts
cised by Pittui. In
of the priest, however, he
married the girl and went
back to his work, but his
spouse proved light - headed
and a chatterbox, and he
had to complain of her
conduct more than once.
One day the pair had a
quarrel, and Tolu so far
forgot himself as to give
his wife a blow. A crowd
promptly gathered round
him, the priest prominent
among them, calling him
such names as "Coward!"
and "Scoundrel ! "
Tolu swore he would
be revenged. He lay in
\rhoio.
THE BRIGANDS OF SARDINIA.
wait for his enemy the priest, and encoun
tered him on the 27th of December, 1850.
Noiselessly he followed him for a few pa<
then held a pistol to the back of his neck and
drew the trigger, but without result. He tried
again three times, a wild wind covering the
noise ; then he flung the weapon away and
sprang at the priest like a tiger, dragged him to
the ground, and rained blow after blow upon
him. Finally he left him lying half-dead on the
road. Then, running to his house, Tolii caught
up his gun, got astride his horse, and fled head-
long down a rocky path. He had taken the
first step in his career of outlawry.
At first the country frightened him. Accus-
tomed to an active life, he says in his memoirs :
"The aimless wandering about made me restless
and bad-tempered ; the nights especially were
interminable. When I came across men at
their work, I felt myself to be an idler and
blushed for shame. My poor mother brought
me a little food from time to time ; indeed,
she would walk two or three hours in order to
bring me new bread and fresh linen. Her grief
stabbed me to the heart. To pass the time I
procured a spelling-book, and, with a bandit's
patient perseverance, spent whole hours in tell-
ing the syllables. The parish missal had been
of good service to me in learning the capital
letters, but the small ones drove me crazy. I
used to spell out loud, to the astonishment of
my dog, whose
intelligent eyes
would almost fall
out of his head
with surprise.
This fierce dog
was a faithful
comrade to me.
One word to him
was enough : he
would have torn
to pieces four of
my enemies.
While I slept he
lay beside me
with his head on
my thigh, and
would wake me
at the slightest
alarm with long-
drawn sighs,
without barking."
T o 1 u thus
began life as a
bandit, a life
which, with all
those of his kind,
has three great
aims- to rev< ng If on
tpe ill.- Royal < punish t
bearers without
destined for the hin d • Pittui.
This man, after having apparent!)
from his wounds, fell ill with high !<
reported to have repeated l threats in
sudden accesses of delirium, and
ally died with the bandit's name on his li
Alter the death of his implacabli
appears to have grown more tranquil, his only
cause for anxiety being a certain I'
man, however, after a desperate
killed in a hand-to-hand fight Shortly after
this the authorities began to devote tl
attention to his capture.
One day Tolii happened to be visiting a small
hut occupied by a man and his young daugl
when suddenly the dogs began to bark. I
ing out, Tolii saw to his dismay that a part.
mounted carabineers had surrounded the hut.
It was a critical moment. The brigand had just
time to fasten one pistol to his right wrist and
one to his left with bits of string, load his rifle,
and hide at the back of the hut when t
opened. The girl screamed, and Tolii caught a
glimpse of plunging horses through the doorway.
"Is there anyone in the hut?" asked the
officer in charge of the carabine' the
peasant and his daughter hastened out.
" No ! " they replied.
One of the carabineers, hi
alighted and walked in to investigate.
suddenlv, Tolii sent him
d then fired his rifle
ht and left. ( )ne man
and the s u rpr i
ed comph te. I hi
the weapon : and
ing his pistols, the
it fled towan
of the hill, while the
! for their
, weapons and
St!
thi
I
nn n in an
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tion
•
aim. I:
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and, with a rapid rush, Tola managed to reach
the edge of a steep cliff. Raising his arms he
let himself drop a distance of over" thirty feet,
falling on his feet in the midst of a tangled
mass of brushwood. A few minutes more and
he was safe from pursuit.
After many years of wandering Tolu grew
somewhat tired of outlawry and went back to
the hills, where he took to tilling the ground.
He forgave a number of his enemies, but never
his wife. The unhappy woman, turned out of
her parents' house, lived wretchedly in a little
shed, working hard from morning till night for a
bare subsistence. Her child was growing into a
lively girl. Tolu had* never seen her, for he had
been obliged to take to the woods before she was
born. One day one of his cousins said to him :—
" If you promise me to come to-morrow, I
will bring your little child here."
And Tolu quite indifferently replied, " Bring
her along."
But he could not sleep again. He became the
prey of feverish agitation, and at the appointed
time was eager to see his daughter. She was
asleep on the straw. Tolu crept away on tiptoe
to call her aunt. " Wake the child, do," he said,
piteously. "I dare not; she does not know
me, and would be frightened."
Sure enough, at sight of the stranger the
child began to cry. Tolu, with tears in his eyes,
took an egg and some bread out of his knap-
sack and offered it to her.
" Oh, white bread !" exclaimed the little one,
in delight.
" Don't you eat this bread ? "
" No."
" What do you eat ? "
" Barley bread."
" You must be very poor, then ?"
The child made no answer, devouring the
unusual luxury greedily. From that moment
Tolu was a changed man. He never killed
another man, and became a terror to robbers.
One night, at the point of his rifle, he made two
shepherds, who had used his name to strike
terror into the hearts of two poor labourers,
give back the few liras they had stolen from them.
In earlier days he would have killed them, but
on this occasion he forgave them. He soon
became a general peace-maker, calling people
together who hated one another, inviting them
to a banquet, and then making them swear to
be friendly. A Sardinian always keeps an oath,
and so a lasting peace was made.
He dressed his daughter in costly clothes,
and sent her to the horseback processions to be
admired. He idolized children generally, and
was always touched at the sight of poor children,
whom he would often help.
All this time he worked hard on his fields, raised
a dowry for his daughter, and married her to a
steady, hard-working young fellow. He would
also take part in the rural festivities and in the
characteristic Sardinian dances. He would often
go to see the happily-married pair in their clean
little country house. One day, however, while
he was there, it was surrounded by the
carabineers, who had by no means forgotten the
ex-brigand.
Tolii felt like barricading the place and
defending it to the death, for he was armed to
the teeth, besides having a number of dynamite
cartridges hidden in a secret corner. He could
undoubtedly have killed at least half of his
assailants, and probably made his escape, but he
thought of his daughter, then in a critical con-
dition of health, and of the stores of grain
which constituted the sole wealth of the family.
The soldiers would assuredly fire the house, and
all would be lost. What would happen then to
his daughter and her children ? So, to the
intense surprise of the carabineers, he threw
down his arms and gave himself up. He had
taken refuge in the woods on December 27th,
1850, and had terrorized the country for twenty-
nine years and nine months. He was old, he
said, and weary of brigand life. When he was
taken into custody he went straight to bed,
sleeping without his clothes for the first time
during thirty years. Along the road to the gaol
people called out to him : " Keep up your
courage, Tolii ; you will soon be back amongst
us again ! "
Two years after his arrest a lively trial took
place. Incredible though it may seem, Tolii
was declared innocent by the Court of Assizes
at Frosinone, and his return to his native place
was like the triumphal entry of a national hero.
But his popularity did not turn the old man's
head. He was anxious that the truth should be
made public, and, whilst defending himself to
his chronicler against unjust accusations, he con-
fessed himself guilty of crimes which had been
attributed to others. The book whose appear-
ance he had so anxiously awaited was just about
to be published when he died at Portotorres on
the 4th of July, 1896.
His is a sad story. If Tolii had not been so
superstitious he might have been a thoroughly
useful member of society, for he had many gifts.
Many other brigands, like Derosas and Angius,
who became such as the result of a riotous
youth, might at one time have been worthy
objects of pity, but later on their hands were
steeped in crime.
Pietro Angius was another famous brigand of
Sardinia. He was a handsome and attractive
man. At the age of twenty one he married
THE BRIGANDS "I SARDINIA.
Marie Marruncheddu, of Bonorva, and lived
a peaceful, hard-working life for some time.
One unlucky day he left his home in search ol
more remunerative labour, still continuing
send money to his wife. The latter, however,
took advantage of his absence to make lo\
his brother Salvatore, who had just come back
from his term of military service. Angius,
hearing of his wife's conduct, but pretending
know nothing, made haste back. No one
knows the exact particulars of the terrible scene
that then took place. The neighbours tell
of having heard a cry and of seeing Angius
rush out of the house. The erring wife was
found dead on the floor
inside.
Angius, hitherto so in-
dustrious and unobtrusive,
was a changed man from
that moment. He took to
the woods, and joined his
fortunes to those of the
brigand Derosas. It was
literally a case of " Beauty
and the Beast," for the
latter was a brutal ruffian
who murdered right and
left without pity and spread
terror throughout the land.
Francesco Derosas, how-
ever, had himself a history.
At one time he was con-
sidered one of the most
industrious young men of
Usini. Then, one day, he
happened to be called up
as witness at a trial. He
swore that he had told the
truth, but a man called
Secchi, and two women,
Clotilde Tocco and Marie
Ruggiu, maintained that he had lied. On 30th
September, 1884, Derosas was condemned to ten
years' confinement for perjury. He was twenty-
one years old, as strong as a young bull, and,
everyone said, of an affectionate disposition.
Even during his imprisonment, whilst planning
the most awful revenge on his accusers, he
wrote very touching letters to his parents, hill
of intense filial feeling.
On June nth, 1891, he was released on
account of his excellent conduct in prison.
Landing at Portotorres, he happened to run up
against a very old enemy, Dr. Melis, who, with
a mocking smile, made some aggravating r< mark
about the convict's shorn head. Derosas bit
his lip, but said nothing. Later, on the 4th
of November, while seated on his doorst p, he-
saw the same doctor pass by. Seizing his rifle
1'IETRO ANGIUS, A NOTORIOUS BRIGAND, WHOS!
From a) ING CAREER IS HERE told. {Photo.
he caul
opposite the lil
uncouth <li.il- ' 1 of th
I
I I ■ then ■•
Clotilde 1
had called him a liar. 1 le w;
two leaps, and though
ipe, and fell on her km - 5, imploi
have pity on her, he kil
and flashed away to continue his
As fate would have it, he met
.1 few moments later and treated h< r in
ime way. < M 1.
:
: it to 1
him in the fi<
him with lying,
shot him dead. I
slaught
than an hour.
evening the terrified in-
habitants of Usini gath<
round the bod
\i- tims in hon
silence. As for the mur-
r, he was a:
fling tl
the top of a ruined
a mile or t II
saw bands of 1:
soldi Hop 1 v.
heard the mournful
of the church 1- lis. 1 1<
forth he knew t'
choice for him bin
to the woods
outlaw, with a pri(
hi- head. He 1
through the < ountry
of Banari up into the mountains, where he
obtained help Worn the herdsmen. From th
men he found out that a certain 1
his own sons, who had been a
ing a youm >ld boy, h.
accused him | D< rosas)of the d I
the brigand furious. i
brigand, considered I
called a murderer of
no one would ev< r trusl hi
himself asa butchi rofS
he sought Pireddu
k ill ol 1 1
him, exclaiming I
and this is the waj I
I He unfortu
spot, and D
havii
the
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vanity and self-sufficiency which animated this
man that he actually began to look upon him-
self as the equal of the judge and prefect, and
wrote letters to them full of directions and
intimations. He set himself against
civilized society, and, defying all
authority, ordained himself vindicator
brigand
JS
DEKOSAS SHOT HIM DEAD.
of his principles. Together with his accomplice,
Angius, he committed crimes of every descrip-
tion, always giving proof of extraordinary
recklessness.
The story of the Miraghe Ida sounds like a
legend from the classics, but is nevertheless
true in every detail. Attacked by carabineers,
Derosas and Angius defended themselves
bravely with their rifles, but were at last obliged
to flee. Angius made good his escape to the
woods, but Derosas found the way blocked by
a cordon of soldiers. A close, fine rain was
falling, and Field-Marshal Puggioni, the officer
in charge, had placed his sentinels only a few
paces apart. Derosas, huddled under some
bushes, felt that there was no way out of the
trap Still he did not despair. Taking off his
top boots and creeping slowly through the
undergrowth, he drew nearer to the soldiers, the
sound of the falling rain covering the noise.
Presently he drew close to a dense thicket,
behind which a number of soldiers were
camped, and overheard the name of one of
the carabinieri mentioned in whispers. Half
an hour more and it would be daylight, when
he must give himself up for lost. A desperate
plan occurred to him. He leaped to his
feet, calling out the name he had heard,
and added, excitedly : " The
escaping up there. After him ! " The unsus-
pecting carabineers, thinking it was a comrade
shouting, went off like a flash in the direction
indicated. Mean-
while Derosas vaulted
over a wall, only to
find himself con-
fronted by other
soldiers. He fired
both his pistols,
wounding one
man, and was
once more at large.
Derosas knew
nothing of his
comrade's success-
ful escape, and
thought he must
be dead. When
they met they fell
to weeping from
sheer joy. Even
in the great cage
at the Assizes,
when Derosas,
captured at last,
was telling his
adventures and
came to this en-
counter with his
loyal friend, his eyes filled with tears. In fact,
the two men acted as admirable foils to one
another. Derosas was talkative and vain ;
Angius was silent and thoughtful. He never
slept at night, but, pipe in mouth, would search
the darkness with restless eyes until dawn, when
Derosas took his place. In fact, they were
like brothers. Dangerously wounded in one
encounter, they both took refuge in a little hut.
Derosas's face was quite disfigured, while Angius
was in even worse case, bein» wounded in the
arms and legs. The former might quite well
have escaped, but would not leave his comrade,
and when Major Baratono climbed the stair he
was surprised at the ease with which he was
able to arrest the notorious bandits. There
was another reason, too, for Derosas's non-
resistance. The house was sacred to him ; his
mother lay there ill, and he could not mark it
with blood. During the long trial which ensued
the poor old woman insisted on being present
at all the sittings, and when the sound of her
sobs reached the prisoner's cage Derosas's bold
nonchalance gave way, and he grew suddenly
meek and silent.
In 1894 the prison gates closed for ever on
these two notorious brigands, who for so long had
terrorized the country with their lawless deeds.
THE BRIGANDS Of SARDINIA.
HE FIRED BOTH HIS PISTOLS, WOUNDING ONE MAN.
Two other brigands, Berrina and Corbeddu,
hastened to take their places in the hope of
attaining the same notoriety. Berrina became
the terror of Dorgali. He was a small man,
ugly, sickly, common - looking, yet everybody
lived in dread of him. On the notices he put
up in the town he signed himself "The Country
Police Officer/' or " An Executioner minus
Regulations." He forbade the citizens to pay
their taxes, because the tax - collector had
deprived his father of some land ; he forbade
people to send their children to school, and the
frightened mothers obeyed him. His rancour
against a certain Dore, whom he fancied to be a
spy, was terrible One night he took him by
surprise in his house and tried to shoot him
through the half-uncovered roof, but in vain.
On April 15th, 1897, he hung up the following
warning in the public offices of his native
town : —
The Country Police Officer.
Give heed, citizens of Dorgali. I order that no one
shall take his cattle to graze. Woe to the servant who
shall enter Dore's house. Give heed to these words, all
of you, for it is I, who wish you well, that give the
warning. If you hope to live a peaceful life, do your duty.
(Signed)
The Special Country Police Officer.
Poor Dore dared not even venture out of his
house for. many years. When he heard that
Berrina had at last been killed in an encounter
he went about wailing like a madman, " My
goods, my cattle, my peace of mind — where
are they now ? "
Corbeddu, the oldest of the brigands al
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I
1 I'
I
new
11 la 1 ly
compi
and in his 1
daj
his
citizens of Nu<
the cent
In in
- rdinia, v.
attached t<> him because
his influence at ele< ti<>n tin
Once, when two I nen
had been seized by hi
the Government, to avoid diplomatic <•
plications, granted a free pass to I ddu
on condition that he effected their reles
The brigand, who had taken no part in
capture, had the two prisoners handed ovei t<> him
and went to the appointmi nt. I
two syndics, and the captain of the carabini
were waiting, and offered him twenty th<
francs, which had been promi
the work, but Corbeddu declined them.
he had no need of money. He returi
hills, where one day he was killed by a l<
distance shot fired by a soldier. He fell with
face turned heavenwards, calm and aim
smiling. A sad end lay in store for tin •
marksman who had killed him, Carabin
Moretti, and his comrade. I h( terril
band of the brothei - ra Sanna, a si
number of strong, reckless men, thoroughly v
acquainted with" the district, yet n 1
que
be dealt with. There were Virdis, a <
Colossus : l'ati : Lo VlCU, a nil),
witted lad ; and the dreaded -
brothers.
On July 10th,
organized against thi
authorities having made up tl
stamp them out. About two hundi
nut by night a
with a guide at th<
carabineer. A
plung< d at last in'- an in:
woodland in the M01
cliffs rise almost ei out o:
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GENERAL VIEW OF NUORO, THE CENTRE OF SARDINIAN BRIGANDAGE.
torrent, and are thickly overgrown
with thorn bushes. Lieutenant
Bechi, who took part in the expedi-
tion, thus describes the attack : —
" Bands of soldiers had been
stationed here and there. Cari,
the guide, went ahead in great tre-
pidation to reconnoitre, whilst the
rest of the men followed, creeping
along on all fours.
" The guide came back to say
that the bandits were indeed there.
Our advance was necessarily slow
and difficult, for if a single twig
had snapped all would have been
lost. Day was breaking. In front
of a rough shed one of the bandits,
a dark, wiry man, lay stretched on
the ground on the look-out. He
must have heard something, for
suddenly a wild
yell resounded
in the solemn
stillness, and Lo
Vicu bounded
to his feet like
a tiger, seized
his rifle, fired,
ran to cover, and
fired again. A
shot passed
through Cari's
jacket. The
whole of our
company then
fired at once —
so close together
were they that
it is a wonder
they did not kill
one another.
The bandits
CARABINEER MORETTI, WHO
CORBEDDU AND WAS HIMSELF
BY ANOTHER BRIGAND.
From a Photo.
SHOT
SHOT
I 'III-; VALLEY OF MORGALIAI, WHERE THE DESPERATE BATTLE
From a] band occurred.
tried to escape, but were closely
followed, and great, stout Virdis,
who could not keep up with the
others, fell over like an ox, struck
by a shot. Giamco Serra Sanna,
while running for his life, came
across one of our concealed detach-
ments and fell, riddled with bullets.
Brigadier Gasco followed Pau, who
turned back and fired. Gasco gave
a cry and fell, dangerously wounded.
Moretti, who killed Corbeddu, was
himself shot in the heart, and died
without being able to say a word.
"A deathlike stillness followed
the battle. One of the soldiers,
his throat burning with thirst in
that close, smoke-laden air, went
down alone to the stream to drink.
The poor fellow was seen by Elias
Serra Sanna and
Pau as they
slipped barefoot
through the
thicket, and ere
he could rise he
received two
bullets in the
back. The alarm
was given, and
the soldiers ran
up and opened
fire again. Pau
fell with a broken
arm and leg, and
the next moment
a bullet crashed
into his brain.
Elias, the last of
the brigands, ran
like a mountain
WITH THE SERRA SANNA 1 j:_„
{riwto. goat, bounding
I HI-. BRIGANDS 01 SARDINIA.
Ml
GIAMCO SURRA SANNA TELL, RIDDLED WITH BULLETS,
from rock to rock,
but a shot struck
him just as he
took a flying leap
into a cave, and
he was found
seated on a boul-
der, quite dead, with his head bent over on his
breast as though sleeping.
"When the bugle sounded to collect the
troops, torn and bedraggled soldiers and cara-
bineers appeared on all sides out of the bushes.
Litters were improvised for the transport of the
victims of the encounter. Gasco lay on a straw
mattress, but out of danger, and his comrades
hung round to hearten him. The population
of Nuevo came out to meet us on our return
with flags and bands."
The desperate battle at Morgaliai marks the
close of the era of real brigandage in Sardinia,
but the event owes less perhaps to this crisis
than to the perspicacity of Marchessa Cassis,
who long before realized that a noxious weed
could not be destroyed except by reaching the
roots. He had made secret and careful inquiry
as to the names of those who harboured the
bandits, and discovered more than four hundred
accomplices. On the night of the 14th of
May, 1898, all the suspected persons were taken
into custody; six communal councils were
dissolved and six syndics arrested, besides
several assessors, a parish priest, teachers, and
well-to-do persons, and the families of the
brigands, whose goods were confiscated to the
extent of fourteen thousand head of cattle.
The effect was instantaneous. The brigands
found themselves isolated and without help, and
the
Up I
(Ira:
I
M
in whi< h n
Vi<
the hardiest to surrender.
Vicu was shot in 1..
the last brigand oi an
fall into the hands ol lh< 1
bine< rs. I [e had kill*
persons out of vendetta. I
other brigands
prisonment ; many i 1
courted the chain, in
to obtain the reli
wives and moth I
spent a few days in :
with their families i I
giving th( msi Ives up : but 1
one went back on his v.
of honour. The lieut< nai
the carabineers went to and fro into th<
unarmed amongst brigands armed to thi
to inform them of the probable sentem
awaited them; but he was certain ol un-
molested. All this is remarkable, but it giv<
correct idea of the Sardinian char,
a woman, and a gun — exercise, li
— these are the characteristics of the Sardinian.
His island home lies in a somewhat n< _
state ; justice is slow, and poverty most abji
so that the freedom of the cave and tl.
has great attractions for him. II the
bandit.
But to-day the outlaw who in.
decides quarrels, and publishe
to terrorize cities and villi
There only remain a few isolated rel
justice who wander about the count!
escape imprisonment or to commit -
vengeance. But, after all,
such things as rifles and
horses, there will always r>
who feel the necessity of I
to avenge real or
may be a high pri
minded, hot-blooded 1 hil<
will not hesitate. While th
them, th
oct upants or thi
employment
"Lone Star."
THE ADVENTURES OF A FAMOUS SCOUT.
As Toi.d by Himself and Set Down by T. R. Porter, of Omaha, Nebraska.
In this story " Lone Star " describes how General Sheridan sent him across five hundred
miles of trackless wilderness in the dead of winter to make peace with Sitting Bull and his
bloodthirsty warriors. It was a mission of the utmost peril, as the narrative shows, and death
in many forms menaced the scout ere he had finished his work.
IV.— IN SEARCH OF SITTING BULL.
FTER Sitting Bull and his Sioux
and Cheyenne warriors had massacred
General Custer and his entire com-
mand out on the Little Big Horn
River in Montana, the redskins made
a run for the Canadian border, and got across
the line before organized pursuit could be
instituted. The United States soldiers, of
course, could not follow the Indians over the
boundary-line, and so old Bull and his braves
simply sat down there and
laughed at the American
troops who were hunting
them.
From his vantage
ground the wily old chief
would organize a raid
against the outposts of
civilization south of the
border, and, descending
like a whirlwind of death,
would murder and burn
everything in reach and
get safely back to British
territory before the
American soldiers found
out what he was about.
For three years the old
savage kept up this cruel
and sanguinary work,
defying every effort of the
American forces to get
him. Finally the matter
came up through the
regular diplomatic chan-
nels between Washington
and London, and, while
permission was not actu-
ally given for our men to pursue the Indians
across the line, it was intimated that a quick
dash and as quick a return of the American
troops to their own territory would be winked
at by the British authorities.
Before following this plan, however, General
Sheridan determined to make an effort to
SITTING BULL, WHOM LONE STAR WAS SENT IN SEARCH
OF BY GENERAL SHERIDAN.
From a Photo.
induce the savages to return peacefully to the
States, and settle down on a reservation
which would be prepared for them in South
Dakota. In order to accomplish this it was
necessary that some scout should go right into
the camp of the " hostiles " and have a heart-to-
heart talk with old Sitting Bull and his chiefs.
It was a most dangerous mission, and there
were just about three chances out of four that
the man who undertook it would never get back
alive. It was nearly
fifteen hundred miles to
where the Sioux were sup-
posed to be, and death
lurked along every foot
of the five hundred miles
of the journey which lay
beyond the settlements.
It was winter, and deep
snows were likely to fall
any day. The country
was infested with hostile
Indians, and the price of
a man's scalp was eternal
vigilance and ability to
handle his guns accu-
rately and rapidly. And
fiercer and more bitter
than the Indians even
were the Red River half-
breeds, through whose
territory it was necessary
to pass.
These Red River
"breeds" were half
French, half Indian, and
combined the bad
qualities, without any of
the good, of both the whites and the reds.
They lived along the border and answered
to neither the British nor the American
authorities for their crimes, robbing and
murdering with impunity on both sides of the
boundary.
One day, while I was in Omaha, Nebraska, on
LONE STAR.'
leave of absence, I receivedan order to report to
General Sheridan, who had that day arrived in
the town from Chicago. Going down to army
head-quarters I saw the General, who quickly
outlined his plan. He wished me to go to
Sitting Bull's camp and have a talk with the old
chief relative to surrendering.
"It will take you at least two month-,, and
probably more," concluded the * leneral. " How
soon can you start ? "
That same afternoon I boarded the steam
boat Montana^ taking with me two horses, on
one of which were packed a few provisions,
much ammunition for my pistols, and several
blankets.
For three weeks our little steamboat pushed
her nose steadily up the muddy Missouri, which
stream as steadily grew smaller and smaller and
its volume of water less and less. Finally, at the
forks of the Yellowstone, more than a thousand
miles above Omaha, the captain announced that
the boat could go no farther.
Here, then, my real work began. Early the
following morning I rode out of the little settle-
ment, taking my two horses and my few supplies,
and started for the north-west to hunt Sitting Bull
and his band of two thousand warriors and their
squaws. There were no roads,
and the prairie was practically
trackless and pathless. As
nearly as I could figure, I
was something like five hun-
dred miles from where the
old savage usually made his
camp, but, like those of all
Western Indians, these
camps were continually being
changed, so I determined to
go first to the British author-
ities to ask for information
concerning the Sioux.
As I got farther away from
the American settlements
wild game became very
plentiful, and I daily shot
animals which I used for
food. But my horses were
fresh and I pushed them
hard, hoping to reach the
Indians before the snow fell.
Travelling by compass I was
enabled to keep the correct
course, despite the fact that
I had never been in that
part of the country before,
and in about a week after
starting from the forks of
the Missouri I rode into
Fort Walsh, a British camp.
whei
able North W esl Moui
I rom th n
that the Indiai
ward from the
were then i amped ab
the head «
when- they would pro
game could be killed in I
Thither I went, and th
of my field glasses, I made oul
camp far away in the dista
It was necessary that I should n
chief before any of his young bra\
else I knew I should have to fight to k
scalp where it belonged.
Taking advantage of every possibl i
therefore, I worked my way gradually I
the camp, until there was no way
closer without discovery. Then I boldly n
out into the open. It wasn't half" a mil
before J was sighted, and as I did not v.
uniform of the British mounted poll
Indians took me for an enemy.
I had fastened a handkerchii I
stick, however, and waved this
peace, at the same time beckoning
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come out from the camp and meet me. This
last was unnecessary, for with a whoop half-a-
dozen painted savages started at a gallop towards
me, their guns ready for business.
It was a crucial moment. The next five
minutes must decide whether I would get to
Sitting Bull or whether I must fight. I got
ready for either alternative.
When within a few hundred yards of me the
Indians came to a halt and began to reconnoitre.
I raised both arms and, turning my hands
toward them, showed that I intended peace,
and called to them to come forward. Suddenly
one of the braves called out : —
"We-Chach-Pe Wan-Ge-La ! " (my Indian
name). Then he rode rapidly toward me, with
his hands in the air.
It was No Flesh, whom I had known down
on the plains along the Nio-
brara, and whom I had be-
friended several times some
years before. He had recog-
nised me, and, knowing that
I was a Government scout,
came forward to greet me.
The other Indians of the party,
following their comrade's lead,
crowded round and shook my
hands, appearing genuinely glad
to see me.
I then told No Flesh that
I wanted to talk to the big
medicine - man, Sitting Bull,
and that I could arrange mat-
ters so that he and all the
braves might return to their
former homes on the plains of
Nebraska, and not have to stay
so far from the haunts of the
buffalo.
No Flesh informed me that
all the Sioux were anxious to
get back to the southern plains
again, and went at once to see
Sitting Bull and arrange a
" pow-wow " for me. The old
chief had begun to realize that
he was close to the end of his
tether, and, desiring to make
as good terms for himself and
his band as possible, prepared
a grand welcome for me, send-
ing assurances of his friendship for the whites in
general and for " Lone Star " in particular. But
these fine speeches did not deceive me. I was
determined that Sitting Bull should not catch
me napping as Dull Knife had done, so I kept
my pistols handy, and when I met Sitting Bull
I was prepared to shoot him down and try to
fight my way out of the camp if he showed any
disposition to make a prisoner of me.
But nothing of the kind occurred, and an
hour later I found myself smoking the " pipe of
peace" with Sitting Bull and his chiefs, all of
us sitting in a circle, while the pipe went round
and round, each man taking a single whiff as it
reached him.
All the Indians were dressed in their finest
feathers and war-paint, but not a word was
spoken as long as the pipe passed.
Suddenly Sitting Bull rose to his feet, and,
stepping into the centre of the circle, raised his
arms above his head and began to talk. He
spoke in the Sioux language, with which I am
thoroughly familiar. I had often been told that
Sitting Bull owed his influence over the Sioux
to his wonderful powers of oratory, but I was
HE WAS THE FINEST ORATOR I HAVE EVER HEARD.
not prepared for the stirring speech which he
made that day. He was the finest orator I
have ever heard, and he almost convinced me
that he was right and the white men in the
wrong. Ending in a burst of eloquence which
brought every man among them to his feet,
with their weapons shaking above their heads,
LONE STAR.'
Sitting Bull said his braves were all warriors,
and would rather die fighting on the plains
which rightfully belonged to them than return
to a reservation and be treated like dogs.
1 was no match for the old fellow in a debate,
and well I knew it. When my time came to
speak, therefore, I simply madea "talk" instead
of a speech. I explained that, if the Indians
would come lack to the reservation and he
yood, the Government would issue rations
to them for a long time, and would permit them
to hunt buffalo as of old. We finally agreed
upon the terms on which the Sioux would
return to the States, the chief condition being
that neither Sitting Bull nor any of his men who
were concerned in the massacre of Custer w
to be punished. Later all the chiefs signed,
by their marks, the agreement which I drew up,
but which had to be submitted to General
Sheridan for ratification before it became
operative.
I remained in the Sioux camp for a week in
order that my horses might be in good condition
for the return trip, and at the end of that time I
took my departure, Sitting Bull accompanying
me for several miles, while he impressed me with
the necessity of the Government taking care of
himself and his band. Otherwise, he said, they
would go on the war-path and kill all the pale-
faces.
If my trip to the camp had been compara-
tively easy, my luck changed directly I left it,
and scarcely had I turned my back on Sitting
Bull when my troubles began.
I had not gone fifty miles before I ran into a
band of the dreaded Red River half-breeds,
under the leadership of the very worst one of
them all, Louis Riel, who afterwards organized
the rebellion which bears his name, and which
gave the Canadian authorities so much trouble.
The first that I knew of their presence was
when a rifle-shot rang out and my pack-horse
dropped dead. A dozen more bullets were
immediately fired at me, but missed. The
" breeds " had ambushed me, and being too
cowardly to fight in the open, although about
ten to one, had begun shooting from con-
cealment.
I didn't want to lose my few supplies, so I
dropped from my own horse, which quickly
obeyed my command and lay down. Getting
behind the dead pack-horse I opened fire on the
place whence the bullets had come. My
fire was promptly returned, and I ugly
lay still and "played 'possum." The "b
thinking they had killed me, left their hiding-
places and came running forward, each man
anxious to reach me first and thus get first
choice of my plunder.
But when I
hi firing
ul a minul
Riel
the ground d< ad Bui
were too great,
e and rode aw
tin dead animal, and
with me. I managi d, h
pockets with cartridge foi mj
ing. For two daj
me, hungering lor o •.
a pot shot at me, but they did n<
Finally, I ambushed my pui >uei s and w
two of them, whii h disheart< ned tin
of the band to sin h an extent that tl
the chase and returned to their hour
Two days later 1 fell in with a small
Sioux who had not heard of my visit t>> -
Bull. Three of the bravi
the palms of their ham
their friendliness, but when the i
within thirty yards of me th< y sudd<
their hands, grabbed their ritles, and b<
shooting at me.
They didn't hit me, fortunately, but a I
second's later 1 was riding foi n
whole hunch of redskins after me, wh
yelling, and shooting. Bel i 1
had the satisfaction of wound: the
three braves who had started the iow.
The redskins followed me all day. but I
night I gave them the slip and n np il
a dry run. bate in the night i
didn't like the smell of Indians, woke me up,
and I discovered that the Sioux had foil
trail and were now quite close to me. Ii
darkness, however, 1 again escaped and
see that band any more.
The next day the silent white enemy w
so much dreaded, and against which my tru
revolvers were powerless, came swoopin
It began to snow. I had expected it
weeks, but it had held off, and now. when I
flakes began to fall thick and » th;
was "up against the real thi
I had hitherto encounti red oi
the snow came the ■ old
penetrating. The icy w
straight down from the North P
in the pov
Pra< tically all my|
skirmish with the Red
I was m a sorry plight i
something lik
fallen. 1
about ■
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" I WAS RIDING FOR MY LIFE, WITH THE WHOLE BUNCH OF REDSKINS AFTER ME.
travel much farther, so I staked my horse in
the plum thicket. Then, after wrapping two of
my four blankets around him, I took my hunt-
ing knife and began digging a cave in the banks
of the little stream. The earth was soft, and
after several hours' hard work I found that I
had scooped out an opening three feet in
diameter and penetrating for about seven feet
into the bluff. Then I wrapped the remaining
blankets around me, crawled into the hole, and
went to sleep.
The next morning the blizzard still raged,
and I ate the last of my provisions. Then I-
gathered dry twigs and grass and gave them to
my faithful horse. It was poor food, but better
than none at all. After breakfast I crawled
back into my hole and began the long wait
until the snow became sufficiently settled for me
to proceed on my journey.
During the afternoon three large elk came
down the ravine, and, stopping only a few yards
from my cave, began whistling and snorting.
Although almost half frozen, I managed to send
a bullet into the brain of the leader, and he fell
with a crash. Then I quickly crawled from the
cave and, cutting the large vein in the animal's
throat, drank deeply of the warm blood. This,
together with the skin, which I hastily removed
and wrapped around me, restored the warmth to
my numbed body. I hung a good supply of the
elk meat in a tree for future use, and left the rest
of the carcass on the ground.
But the smell of fresh meat goes far on the
plains, and that night I was awakened by such
howling and snarling as I never heard before.
A pack of wolves had been attracted by the
dead elk, and were fighting over the carcass I
had left on the ground. My horse was frightened
almost to death, and was wild with terror. Not
satisfied with the elk meat the famished wolves
prepared for an attack on him, but I poked my
arm and pistol from my cave and began shooting
into the band. The blizzard had now ceased,
and a bright moon was shining coldly down, so
that I could see almost as well as by day, and
every shot told. Until long after the sun rose I
lay there and shot wolves, and the live ones
devoured the dead ones almost as fast as I could
kill them.
For another two days I remained in the cave,
IE STAR.
eating elk meat and feeding my horse with < otton-
wood twigs and dead grass, the latter l<
secured from the hollow.-, where the wind
swept the ground bare of snow. For drink both
the horse and myself licked the snow. l!ut by
that time the snow was fairly hard, and at 1
saddled up and started on my long journey again.
1 1
win'
would :
with the In
Four more days of travel through the snow,
and we came to the little settlement at the forks
of the river where I had left the steamboat.
My poor horse was almost dead, and I was
but little better condition.
The river had not vet frozen over, and, fortu-
nately for me, the last boat of the season
expected to leave for -outh the folio
day. On that boat I was a passenger, and my
good horse went with me.
When I reported the result of my mission I
entire band return
the reservation
fter that, v.
broke out, I
Sitting Bull.
wily old re
•
\ \iv. — i 3-
Jhs "SDead Jtoom" at Littleton.
By Lowther Bridger.
The strange story of a clergyman's dream and its fulfilment, which culminated in a startling and
unlooked-for adventure.
HE following account of a some-
what startling incident in the
experience of an excellent clerical
friend of mine, the rector of a
country parish in the South, a
bachelor of decided and energetic hut at the
same time highly imaginative and nervous
temperament, may prove of interest to those
who hold that dreams are not always what
they seem, and are not merely the product
of a disordered digestion.
The rectory of Littleton is a delightful old
Elizabethan, red-brick, gabled house, stand-
ing in a charming garden full of old-fashioned
flowers ; while just, across the road, in full
view of its windows, rises the ancient church,
surrounded by its time-honoured and care-
fully kept God's acre, shadowed by huge and
venerable elms. The church itself, which is
full of interesting monuments and records of
the past, has the further peculiarity that,
upon the side nearest to the rectory, there is
attached to it a kind of blind aisle, a strange
annexe without any outward opening, showing
only blank dead walls of ancient, time-stained
LITTLETON CHURCH, SHOWING THE DEAD HOO.M
From a Photo.
TO THE RIGHT.
brickwork, here and there shrouded with gloomy
masses of ivy. High up in the gable end, how-
ever, looking towards the rectory,
appears one small and solitary
window, with heavy stone mullions
barred with iron, looking dimly
out upon the clustering stones
below. This annexe has been for
many generations past the burial-
place or mausoleum of the Squire's
family, and being above ground
and forming part, as it were, of
the church, it is locally known
in village parlance as the " Dead
Room." One of the older rustics
described it to me under that
name, adding the explanation,
"Where th' owd Squires
is.
From a]
THE RECTORY OK LITTLETON.
[Photo.
Our good parson, himself a
descendant of the family, had
always, it appears, a peculiar feel-
ing towards this dark and silent
abiding - place of his departed
THE - DEAD ROOM .VI L1TTL1 ,
ancestors. The idea of this strange housi
the dead standing in such close proximil
his own, the house of the living, powerfully,
and even morbidly, affected his imaginal
The solitary window staring at his own wi
constantly attract his gaze by day, and even at
night, when he could only just discern ii dimly
glimmering across the way.
At tunes, when he h.ul been wakeful and risen
from his bed to
look, as sometimes
was his wont, from
his window, he had
imagined that he
saw a dull, lurid
glow of light, as if
f r o m w i t h i n the
vault, glimmering
through the panes,
dulled as they were
with the dust and
damp of ages. A
second look would,
of course, dispel
such foolish fancies,
and he would re-
tire again to bed,
rebuking himself
for allowing morbid
ideas to obtain pos-
session of his mind.
He could not help
recalling at such
times, however, the
memory of those
whom in his own
time he had seen
pass away, and had
assisted with solemn
rite and office to
place within the
"Dead Room," under lock and key, duly closed
and turned by the rectorial hand. The huge
and ancient iron key, by the way, was kept in
a suitable receptacle in his own study.
The most vivid dream which the rector related
to me was this. One night he seemed to be
looking from his bedroom window towards the
church, when he suddenly saw die " 1 >ead Room "
lighted up, with a dull red glow shining from its
solitary window, across which the dark iron bars
were strongly marked, while ever and anon deep
shadows seemed to pass slowly across the light,
as of awful forms moving in the vault within.
He gazed aghast with horror at the sight, and
as he looked the light appeared to glide into the
church it ,lf, and he seemed to hear a wiM
of unearthly music from the organ. Then the
light suddenly vanished, and with that he w
THERE WAS A LIGHT IN" THE 'DEAD
1 he hoi
mind fo
it to l
which 1m- had pr<
indulge ; and, I,, i
occupied in his paro« hial du
living human elem< nt, I
thrust awaj from him all
ciations or irua
tin
the die
year. (
ha\
usual,
a suddi
an un; table
feeling of un
ness
pn hiu),
or as if m
\\i re in the
After lying
• ■
he at length .
and looked
h is w i n d o v.
where, allh<
Could :
through tli'
he knew that the
church
his
mole
to tli'- dark
< ould jusl
the deeper shadow caused by the loomii .
church towel and the gable of the ■ I'
Room." but surely there was a flickei
somewhere? Yes j tl light in thi
" I >ead Room " ! He could
window dimly outlined againsl
without, and vividl)
sion of terror r.\u^< d by In- i -it th
was no dream : lie was fully awak
.V, he realized this tin
to the roof of his m< >uth
his morbid fan< i( - thu
an overpowering
dread, and
man thoi
this mon dull, n
ear, as of a blow Struck up
the rend
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THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE.
The physical effect of the noise was instan-
taneous. There could be nothing supernatural
here. Mischief was really afoot, and he leapt to
life and became master of himself at once, and
ready for strong and decided action. Rapidly
dressing in his thickest garments, the rector put
his loaded revolver in his pocket, drew on a
pair of snow-boots which allowed of almost
noiseless movement, and ran down to his study.
In the dark, for he was thoroughly familiar with
the room, he groped for the receptacle in which
the key of the vault was kept. It was empty —
the key was gone !
On realizing this manifest proof of foul play,
the parson at once
became aware that
he had to deal
with a serious
matter, and that,
alone and single-
handed as he was,
extreme caution
was necessary.
Fortunately he had
in the study a small
but first-rate bull's-
eye lantern, which
he now lighted and
carefully closed.
Then, cautiously
letting himself out
at a side entrance,
he noiselessly
crossed the road
and made his way
to a small door
opening into the
vestry, of which he
alone had the key.
Unfastening this
without a sound,
he found himself
in the vestry, on
the farther side of
which was the low-
browed entrance
of the "Dead
Room" — a massive oaken door enclosed by a
heavy stone arch and banded with strong iron
bolts and hinges. A glance disclosed a light
gleaming from within the vault, and showed that
the door, which opened outwards, was unclosed
and slightly ajar. Sounds came from the vault
as of some work going on there, and as the
rector moved slightly towards its entrance his
foot struck against some hard and unaccustomed
object upon the floor of the vestry, with every
inch of which he was naturally familiar, even in
the dark.
'he hukled the door to, and turned the big key.
To make sure of his ground he hastily lowered
his lantern and slipped the screen aside fur one
instant, but that instant showed him that the
unknown object was a roll of lead. The situa-
tion at once flashed across him. This was no
supernatural manifestation — nothing but a
vulgar robbery of lead. Some miscreants were
rifling the tomb of his ancestors for the semi-
precious metal, of which a goodly store was
contained in the shelves upon which their
coffined relics reposed !
Full of righteous indignation at the outrage
the vicar moved swiftly and noiselessly forward,
while at the same time that horrible rending
sound, interspersed with a
brutal oath or two, again
resounded in his ears. He
passed his hand rapidly
over the door. The key
was in it, and upon the
outside! He turned
it gently, so as to
feel the catch of
the lock; and then,
with his utmost
strength and with
a wild cry, in which
his overwrought
nerves found relief,
he hurled the door
to and turned the
big key with a clang
which seemed to
shake the ancient
walls, echoing and
reverberating
through the dusky
vaults and arches
of the adjoining
church.
A dead silence
ensued for a mo-
ment, and then a
muffled sound of
startled voices
came from within
the vault, while
the light which still shone from under the door
was instantly extinguished.
The rector could not resist another wild cry
of triumph, which must surely have accentuated
the horror of those inside the vault, who had
thus been entrapped. Without warning or sign
of any living agency the door of the " Dead
Room " had closed upon them, as if of itself,
with a terrible and vengeful force, leaving no
hope of escape from the horrible darkness in
which they were now involved, or from the
dread companionship of the dead. These
THE "DEAD ROOM A I 1.1 I I II. h >\
horrors, added to the certainty ol to-morrow's
capture and retribution for their crime, were
indeed sufficient to appal the heart ol the
sturdiest criminals, and, had their nerves bi - n of
finer temper, might well have driven them raving
mad.
Taking the key of the " Dead Room -l with
him, the rector departed, well satisfied with
his capture, and hastened to rouse the village
constable, and to dispatch him post-haste to the
neighhouring town for further assistance. Mean-
while, without a thought of returning to his bed,
he paced the road like a sentry on
guard over the " Dead Room," listen-
ing with uncontrollable impatience
for the sound of wheels and the
approach of the expected police-cart.
Once or twice he thought he heard a
hoarse cry or two from the recesses
of the vatrlt, but for an hour past at
least an awful silence had brooded
over the scene, broken only 'by the
mournful moaning of the night
wind.
At length, as day began to break,
the cart arrived, carrying several burly
constables, who brought with them a
formidable array of handcuffs. Ac-
companied by the men in blue, the
rector entered the church and threw
open the door of the " Dead Room,"
while the police sergeant, in ringing
tones, called upon those within to
come forth. But no reply was heard
save a faint and dismal sound of
moaning, and after a moment's hesi-
tation the party entered the vault.
What a scene of devastation met their
gaze ! The ground was strewn with
fragments of broken shells, parcels
of lead, and withered wreaths, while
among them lay the motionless form
of a rough - looking man bleeding
from a wound in the head. In the
far corner crouched another pallid
wretch, apparently palsied with terror,
and uttering the inarticulate sounds
which they had heard.
It would seem that the latter ruffian,
furious at his companion having left tin' key out-
side, through which oversight they had
entrapped, had reviled him in terms which
speedily led to a fight, and that he had eventu-
ally struck him down with the iron crowbar
which they had been using for pulling down the
leaden-covered shelves. No doubt the cues
rd l>\ tli
i "Hi i m tli
gl< .
I '."ih wen
in safe CUSl
crime. It •
key ol tin- •• Dead l
obtained from a I dun:
absence, by mi
it was r< quin d for repi
The rector himsell will tell you th
of that night's energetic work was to
■
for ever all the morbid
and if you ask him what 1
curious realization i
concerning a light in the " D
lool • quietly for a a
another and a Pauline qu
sufficient for these thii
Odds and Ends.
Some "Wide World" Sequels— Simla and Its Trees— The Voracity of Sharks, etc.
S"
arising
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OME of the de-
velop merits
from stories
and articles pub-
lished in this Maga-
zine are as interest-
ing as the narratives
themselves. Thus,
our publication of
Mr. Hall's account
of his quest for the
" Transvaal Trea-
sure-Trove " was fol-
lowed by the dis-
patching of several
expeditions to Cape
Vidal to search for
thefour hundred and
fiftythousand pounds
in gold ingots which
were alleged to have
gone down with the
barque Dorothea.
One after another
the search - parties
were compelled to
return home empty-
handed, beaten by
the terrible surf; but the last expedition
—that of the ill-fated Penguin — met with
absolute disaster, the steamer
swamped and no fewer than
eight of her crew drowned.
Another story which has had an
interesting sequel is " Twenty Days on
a Derelict," by Captain W. H. Gerard,
which appeared in our
issue for September, 1904.
Directly after its publica-
tion there came to hand a
letter from a naval officer
of H.M.S. Melampus, who
assisted to tow Captain
Gerard's ship to port after
her months of aimless wan-
dering in the Atlantic. He
forwarded a batch of strik-
ing photographs taken by
himself on board the
derelict. Next came a
number of letters from
passengers and others on
board liners which had
the ship, and
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ON "INDIAN CHARMS'' IN THE SEPTEMBER, 1904, NUMBER.
twenty
finally a communica-
tion from another
naval officer. This
gentleman had
picked up a sou-
venir on board
Captain Gerard's
unfortunate ship,
and was desirous of
returning it to him.
The author of
our interesting
article on "Indian
Charms " forwards
from Bombay a
curious letter he
received from a
W 1 p E W o R L p
reader in New
Orleans: The an-
nexed illustration
shows the wording
of this extra-
ordinary document.
As the author of
the article remarks,
" My correspondent
may be either a pro-
spector or a burglar, but
in
quite
sighted
HOW CANADIAN FARMERS KEEP COWS OUT OF THE CORN.
/■'rom a Pitpto.
he is evidently
earnest."
Farmers in Western
Canada suffer considerably
through the cattle getting
among the young grain.
The old cow seen in the
annexed photograph was
a hardened reprobate, with
an inordinate fondness for
the tender ears, and it
would find its way through
a barbed -wire fence with
almost human sagacity.
After no end of trouble
with his neighbours over
the cow, its unfortunate
owner hit upon a novel
headgear for his errant
animal. A framework of
light poles was strapped
over her nose, muzzle
fashion, and studded with
large nails. W h e n
Madame Cow attempted
ODDS AND ENDS
IN SIMLA IT IS EASIER TO BUILT) YOUR HOI rO (JET I'ERMl II U
From a] DOWN. EVEN THE RAILWAY GOODS-SHED IIAs TWO GROWING rHROUGH 1 (/'
to get through the fences the nails caught
against the barbs and effectually kept her
out of the grain.
The municipality of the Indian hill-station of
Simla have a laudable dislike for cutting down
trees, and even freeholders must not remove a
tree without permission. If there are trees
standing on a site where you desire to build a
house, you will
probably find it
simpler to erect
your bungalow
round the trees
than to secure
authority to chop
them down. The
municipality itself
sets a good example
in this respect.
Their bakery, for
instance, has been
carefully built
round two large
trees, one of which
has been dead for
several years, but
has, nevertheless,
not been removed.
The photo, repro-
duced above shows
a still more recent
example of this
tender solicitude.
The picture depicts the g
new Simla railway, built only I ■
As will be seen from the photograph, tw
trees — which the city fathers would not allou
be cut down protrude through the
The voracity of sharks is well known, but
it is not often that so striking an ii
of it as is here depicted can be recordt '1 by the
camera. While
fishing on the :
to the north v
of Bermuda in
July last, title
man caught a
specimen of the
fi.sh lo< ally known
as ■
stru
whi<
it tl
A STRIKING OBJECT-LESSON— A SHARK
THE FISH IN HALF WHI1
624
THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE.
PUBLIC ADMINISTRATION IN THE WEST — THIS STREET IS IN A BAD CONDITION,
AND THE NOTICE-BOARD SETS FORTH THE REASON THEREFOR AND THE
From a] officials responsible. [Photo.
Some of the municipalities in the
Western States of America have a re-
freshing— and, to the stranger, distinctly
surprising — way of washing their dirty
linen in public. Instead of conducting
their disputes through the stereotyped
red-tape channels, these bodies lay bare
their official affairs and invite the
general public to decide the matter.
The photograph reproduced illustrates
a case in point. The barricade here
shown was placed across San Francisco's
busiest thoroughfare on the day of a
great fi'te, when everyone was making
holiday. The inscription on the board
reads as follows : " Notice to the Public !
This street is barricaded because the
Board of Supervisors, in its continuous
effort to injure the administration of
Mayor Schmitz, has refused to furnish
the necessary funds to repair this pave-
ment. In its present state it is a
constant menace to life and limb. —
Board of Public Works." Then
follows a list of the supervisors re-
sponsible. A little of this kind of
thing might at times do a lot of good
here.
1IIE NOVEL MAP-CONTENTS OF " THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE," WHICH SHOWS AT A GLANCE THE LOCALITY OF EACH ARTICLE
AND NARRATIVE OF ADVENTURE IN THIS NUMBER.
INDEX
ABYSSINIA, AN ANGLO-AMERICAN EXPEDITION IX
Illustrations from Photographs.
ADRIFT IN THE AIR ...
Illustrations by R. B. M. Paxton and from Phol graphs.
AFGHANS, EIGHT YEARS AMONG THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
ALPINE TRAGEDY, AN
Illustrations by A. Pearse and from Photographs and a Facsimile
AMBROSE LEAKE, THE QUEST OF
Illustrations by Stanley I.. Wood.
AVALANCHE, ENTRAPPED BY AN
Illustrations by Paul Hardy and from Photograj
...
■'
... 1
"BACHELORS' BANQUET" AT ECAUSSINES, THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
"BANDIT BELT," GIARI ING A RAILROAD IX Till
Illustrations from Photographs.
BAROTSE, AMONG THE ...
Illustrations from Photographs.
BEAUVAIS, THE FETE OF JEANNE HACHETTE AT
Illustrations from Photographs.
BEGGARLAND UNMASKED
Illustrations from Photographs.
BENEATH TI1F WATERS
Illustrations by C. J. Staniland, K.I., and from
BESIEGED IX A CHIMNEY
Illustration- by Charles Hnrrc-II and from 1 holographs.
BITER BIT, THE
Illustrations by A. II. Fullwood ar.d from Photograp
"BOXERS," SIX CYCLISTS AMONG MM
Illustration-, by Norman H. Han1' iphs.
BRIGANDS OF SARDINIA, THE
Illustrations by J. Finnemore, K.I . and from Ph I
BUSHRANGERS CAME TO M LLA, HOW THE
Illustrations 1>\ Norn 11 II
BUYING EXPERIENCE ...
Illustrations by J. I R I
Mi . /. /
. ' . A
II. .
CANNIBALS, IX THE ( LUTCHES i >F
Illustrations bj C. I. Stai il d, R.l
"CAPOEIRA," A FIGHT WITH A
Illustrations bj Pa I Hardy and I
"CASTLE DANGEROl - '
Illustrations by N rraan II. Hi
626
THE WIDE WORLD MAGAZINE.
"CAVE OF THE WINDS." THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
CHEAPSIDE CLOCK, THE STRANGE STORY OE Til1
Illustrations by A. Pearse and from Photographs.
CHICAGO, THE "BOY BANDITS" OK
Illustrations by A. H. Full wood and from Photographs.
CHINA, A BIT OF OLD
Illustrations by W. C. Symons and from a Photograph.
CIIOTA NAGPORE, WITH A CAMERA IN
Illustrations from Photographs.
CIRCLE OF DEATH, THE
Illustrations by Alfred Pearse and from Photographs.
CONGREGATION IN CANOES, A
Illustrations from Photographs.
CORK HARYEST IN ANDALUSIA, THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
F. />'.
PAGE
... Or rin E. Dun'ap. 348
York Hopewell. 14
//'. M. liaine. 79
Admiral J. Moresby. 42
Bradley- Birt, F.R.G.S. 216
Edward Zimmerman. 523
John C. Hods on. 48
Evelyn Stuart. 337
DEADLY PERIL, IN
Illustrations by C. J. Staniland, R.I., and from a Photograph.
William Daniels. 260
ELDORADO RUSH, THE
Illustrations by W. S. Stacey.
ELOPEMENT, AN EYENTEUL
Illustrations by George Soper and from Photograph^.
E. P. II '//alley. 550
L. S. Merchant. 8
FILIPINOS, CAST AWAY AMONG THE George Leitch, 52, 122
Illustrations by \V. B. Wollen, R.I., and from Photographs.
FISHING, A SCHOOL OF A. Pitcairn-Knvwles. 561
Illustrations from Photographs.
FIVE-HORNED GIRAFFE, IN SEARCH OF THE Major P. H. G. Powell-Cotton, F.Z.S., F.K.G.S. 115
Illustrations from Photographs.
"FLYING DUTCHMAN." THE A Gordon Smith. 69.190
Illustrations by E. S. Hodgson.
FRANCE, A FAIRYLAND OF C. FT. Williamson. 382
Illustrations from Photographs.
GADABRUSI, A VISIT TO THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
GOLD-FISH FARM, A
Illustrations from Photographs.
Major R. G. Edwards Leekie. 359
A. L. Porter. 238
HARVESTING BY WIRE
Illustrations from Photographs.
HAUNTED HOUSE AT UPHOLLAND, THE
Illustrations from Photographs and a Plan.
HAUNTED ROOM, THE
Illustrations by the Author, by J. Finnemore, R.I., and from Photographs.
HERMIT OF THE DISMAL SWAMP, THE
Illustrations by Paul Hardy and from Photographs.
"JACKO," THE ADVENTURES OF
Illustrations by W. C. Symons and from a Photograph.
JAPAN ON FOOT, THROUGH
Illustrations from Photographs.
Emory James. 439
S. S. Swithaine. 502
Francis H. E. Palmer. 351
S. IV. Niemeyer. 201
... Oliver E. Durham. 49S
.Marguerite Pony. 324, 426, 543
KANO, WHAT I SAW AT
Illustrations from Photographs.
KIDNAPPING A PRESIDENT
Illustrations by A. Pearse.
'•KING SOLOMON'S MINES," MY EXPERIENCES AT
Illustrations from Photographs.
Captain C. H. Foulkes, R.E. 195, 229
...Wilson Woodbridge. 285
R. N. Hall, F.R.G.S. 402,483
INDEX.
LADY AT THE LATTICE, THE ...
Illustrations by R. B. M. Pa iphs.
LAKATOIS, THE VOYAGE OF THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
LAW, THE MAJESTY OF THE
Illustrations by Mauley L. W a Facsimile.
LITTLETON, THE "DEAD ROOM " AT
Illustrations by Norman 11. Hard; iphs.
"LONE STAR'
Illustrations by George Sopor and from Photographs.
LOST IN A LABYRINTH
Illustrations by Charles Horrell and from Photographs.
MAJUBA HILL, UNDER ...
Illustrations by R. P.. M. Paxton.
MAN-HUNT, A MONTANA
Illustrations by H. Sandham and from Photographs.
MAN v. PANTHER
Illustrations by W. B. Wollen, R.I., and from Photographs.
MISS STONE'S CAPTURE BY BRIGANDS, Till'. SECR] I I »!•'
Illustrations by J. I- C. Booth and from Photographs.
MOONSHINERS, THE
Illustrations by H. Sandham and from Photographs.
MY INITIATION
Illustrations by E. S. Hodgson and from a Photograph.
...
r. h
... .1/
Waiter G. Pa
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ODDS AND ENDS
Illustrations from Photographs.
PAY-TRAIN, HOW JEANNE SAVED THE
Illustrations by H. Sandham and from Photographs.
PEARL-FISHERS OF CEYLON, THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
POLAR BEARS, A BATTLE WITH
Illustrations by \V. C. Symons and from Photographs.
PRINCESS'S LOVE STORY, A
Illustrations by E. S. Hodgson and from Photographs.
PRINCESS'S PROPOSAL, THE
Illustrations by Alfred Pears- and from Photographs.
PYTHONS, A BATTLE FOR LIFE Willi
Illustrations by H. G. Burgess and from Photographs.
RAIT, THE TWENTIETH-CENTURY
Illustrations from Photographs.
RAIN-MAKING IN SAVAGE \lkl< \
Illustrations from Photographs.
RHINOCEROSES, THE RAID OF THE ...
Illustrations by A. Pearse and from Photogi
ROBINSON CRUSOE, A MODERN
Illustrations from Photographs.
ROCKS. SANCTUARIES IN HIE
Illustrations from Photographs.
From all pat Is of tht World. 101, 2<
Phi
......
...
...
...
/:
...
...
SEMARIKA, THE STONE Ol
Illustrations by Norman H. Hardy and from ph.
SERVANTS, MY FRENCH ...
Illustrations by \\ . S. Stacey.
SHEEP-DOG COMPETITION, A FRENCH
Illustrations from Photographs.
SHETLAND, THE FESTIVAL 01 UP-HELLY-A IN
Illustrations from Photographs.
/•
628
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SHIPWRECK, MY :
Illustrations by W. C. Symons and from a Photograph.
SLEDGE ACROSS TITE TOP OF EUROPE, BY
Illustrations from Photographs.
SOUTH SEA REPUBLIC, A
Illustrations from Photographs.
STAROVERY, AMONG THE
Illustrations by J. Finnemore, R.I., and from Photographs.
STING-RAY, A FIGHT WITH A
Illustrations by C. J. Staniland, R.I., and from Photographs.
" STRATUM* >RE,:I THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE .
Illustrations by W. C. Symons and from Photographs.
CAGE
Mary Farrah. 163
Qihon Willets. 169
. . . Beatrice Grimshaw. 494
Francis H. E. Palmer. 277
Charles R. Marlaft. 21 1
Edward Preston. 454
TERRIBLE PREDICAMENT, A
Illustrations by E. S. Hodgson and from Photographs.
UNMASKED !
Illustrations by W. B. Wollen, R.I., and from a Photograph.
/. W.Jeffreys. 584
David Devant. 557
WIDOW SIMPSON'S JOURNEY
Illustrations by H. G. P5urgess and from Photographs.
"WILD MAN" OF THE PEAK, THE
Illustrations by W. S. Stacey and from Photographs.
WILDS, THREE MEN IN THE
Illustrations by Norman H. Hardy and from a Photograph.
WIND CAVE, LOST IN
Illustrations by H. Sandham and from a Photograph.
WIRE-TAPPERS, THE
Illustrations by H. Sandham and from a Photograph.
WOMAN AT THE WINDOW, THE
Illustrations by W. C. Symons and from Photographs.
WOMBEYAN CAVES, IN THE
Illustrations from Photographs.
/. L. von Blon. 222
//. L. Adam. 60
lames Barr. 94
.. Thos. L. Wright. 443
Waller G. Patterson. 34
... Tom Bevan. 250
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