The Sunday Oregonian., March 13, 1904, PART FOUR, Page 38, Image 38

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THE SUNDAY OREGONIAtf, PORTLASTD, MARCH 13, 1904.
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HOW
ORD HILO KUTYOU -was one of the
old Samurai who loved to gloat over
his victims. Oftentimes ho -would
gloat and gloat, until It got so monoton
ous that those -who surrounded him would
becomo exceedingly depressed.
They would have moved away at such
times, had it not been as unhealthy to
move away In a. marked manner from
Lord Hilo Kutyou as it often was to
remain near him; for he thought no more
of cutting the heads off two or three
persons in an afternoon than your moth
er's cook would think of -using the saw
cutter on young and tender heads of cab
bage. Both as a gloater and a head cutter,
Lord Hilo Kutyou was a great success,
and be prided himself on it.
In consequence, as he grew older he
grew more gioaty, and he never failed to
provide the materials. 'It got so after a
time that no person who really liked to
keep his head in the position most usual
An. ,heal thy ever dared to approach the pal
ace of the old Samurai. Naturally, as
passers-by grew more scarce, the Samurai
grew more eager. So, finally, he spent
the greater part of his days looking from
the top of bis house for a stranger, In
GHOSTLCj
EVERYONE who has read Kipling's
story of the "Lost Legion" knows
how the ghosts of dead troopers of a
revolted native regiment who were cut
off by hlllmen in the days of the great
Mutiny, wander by night, if we may be
lieve the descendants of their murderers,
about the cairns in a mountain valley
which mark the resting place of their
bones.
Tho story of phantom armies is an old
one, dear to the heart of the superstitious,
and has existed in some form in all ages
and in all climes.
Even in this enlightened age. there are
many places besides the Afghan moun
tain valley in which a Lost.Legion clanks
its sabers in the misty night; where phan
tom warriors fight again their battles on
tho anniversary of the combat In which
they fell.
Most famous of all ghostly battles is
that which is fought every year high in
the air above the plains of Chalons, on
In history- Some authorities place the
ATTILA. AND AETIUS STRUGGLING ONCE MOKE.
1... A
DID O SO WEET WARN THE AMERICAN
the hope that he might be disrespectful
or do something else that should give old
Lord Hilo Kutyou a little excuse for
seizing him and trying his keen sword
on him.
One day when he was thus watching,
young Prince Very So came along. Old
Hilo Kutyou did not know he was a
Prince; maybe it would have made no
difference, for Hilo Kutyou often said:
"Heads is heads." At any rate, he sent
out his men to invite the stranger to his
palace. And when Prince "Very So en
tered, old Hilo Kutyou roared.
"How dare you enter my presence with
out prostrating yourself?" ..
The young Prince said proudly:
"I am a Prince and do not need to pros
trate myself before anybody, much less
an old man with a bad temper like yours."
The Samurai was so frantic at these
words that he nearly choked. He ordered
the guards to tie the young Prince up,
and they did it neatly with double knots
till be looked like a large bundle about
to be sent over a rough road.
"Throw him Into the black cell!" com
manded old Hilo Kutyou. "Give him noth
ing to eat and twice as litle to drink
while I think out the best way to pun
ish him. I wish he had two heads. Then
I could cut off the one for Insuiting me
and the other one for lying about bolng
a Prince. As it is. I must do my best
with his one head."
7VRMIES M
number of the dead at 300,000, while more
conservative historians estimate 160,000.
Now, on the anniversary of the battle,
the peasants living on the great plains
which surround Chalons declare that they
see above them cloudy legions charging
and countercharging Attila and Aetlus
struggling once more for the dominion
of the world
In Rajputana, India, near the town of
Ajmlr, there is a plain on which opens a
mountain defile. The natives declare
that often on a misty night there will
Issue from the mountain pass a body of
400 or 500 warriors, mounted on Arab
steeds and clad In the sacred green which
can be worn by the descendants of the
Prophet alone.
The troops ride with no sound of spur
jingling or sabre -clashing. The feet of
tho horses make no sound, and though
they ride hard -as if charging In battle,
there is an Intense stillness over the
plain.
Sqmetimes for hours at a time the
spectral squadrons will wheel and charge
the anniversary of that great battle In
which Attila and his Huns were defeated
SAILORS.
Very So scorned to answer the old mon
ster. Besides, the guards had tied up
his mouth with one of the large double
knots.
As they passed toward the black cell
with their captive they were met by beau
tiful O So Weet. She was so beautiful
that even Lord Hilo Kutyou felt pleased
when he looked upon her.
O So "Weet was Hilo Kutyou's ward, and
she did nearly what she pleased. So she
stopped the guards and asked them who
was their prisoner. They told her the
story, but she really and truly did not
pay much attention to what they said,
for she. was too busy looking at the
Prince, and he In turn was too busy look
ing at O So "Weet to remember, for the
moment, that he was all tied up like a
bundle.
It seemed to O So "Weet that she bad
never In all her life seen so handsome
a young man as the Prince; and that was
very likely, for the greatest poet- of Japan,
which is full of poets and singing Insects,
had made a song about him, in which he
said:
Ah, Very So to most beautiful amonc the
Princes.
He 13 most honorably like a blossoming cherry
tree.
Everybody in Japan, except Hilo Kut
you, knew and sang this song of Horushl
Inkey, the poet; and O So Weet had often
heard it and wished that she could see
Very So. And now, although she did not
THE SKLJ
1454 years ago by the allied Goths and Ro
mans. In that great battle the loss of life was
greater than In any other battle recorded
about and then, spurring to the entrance
of the mountain defile, will vanish away.
The shadowy riders of the night are,
say the faithful Mussulmans of the Raj
putana, the ghosts of Hussein and his
followers, who were slaughtered upon the
plain of Kerbcla, as the grandson of Ma
homet was journeying to Bagdad in re
sponse to an invitation to be King of
Persia.
Why Hussein and his warriors should
make their ghostly charges over the
plains of Rajputana, when their slaugh
ter took place hundreds of miles away
on the plains of Bagdad, it Is difficult
to explain, but ghosts are sometimes ex
ceedingly erratic.
Another place where phantom war
riors light In the moonlight, according
to the tales of the peasantry. Is the pass
of Roncesvalles in the Pyrenees, where
the rearguard of the army of Charle
magne was overcome by the Moors In
778. ,
It was there that Roland and Oliver
fought so well and died with the Peers
of France.
Near the close of the combat, when
nearly all the rearguard were dead, Ro
land blew his horn Oliphant, and, the
sound coming to King Charles, brought
him back, but not in time to save his
gallant warriors. Now, at night, the
Paynim host and the Palladlns and Peers
fight again in the dark valley, and the
mountaineer, turning in his bed, hears
from the defile the winding of the horn
Oliphant calling back King Charles.
In 1744 considerable stir was made in
Scotland by the appearance of a phantom
army on the side of Southfell Mountain,
between Penrith and Keswick. A number
of people saw the apparition and made
affidavit to It. A small army of horse
men suddenly appeared moving along the
mountain side "where mortal horseman
ne'er might ride." They were distinct,
but rather "diaphanous beings, and made
no sound as they galloped along till they
disappeared over the crest of the moun
tain. "The ghosts of warriors slain In some
forgotten battle," said the peasants, and
many more besides; but the scientific
men In Edinburgh said "Only a mirage."
THE ROSES OF OLD
CHIOS
Although the rose Is so popular
throughout all the world now, that great
fortunes are being earned by growers
everywhere, the queen of the flowers does
not enjoy the unique position that she
held In ancient Greece.
The love of the old Greeks, and partic
ularly the Athenians, for the rose" was
almost akin to worship, and many a
high-liver of those days has gone down
in history, as having spent his whole
patrimony In roses for feasts.
The Greeks knew nearly all the gen
eral varieties of roses that are known
to us, both single and double blossoms,
and big tracts of land were taken out
of the grain and food producing era In
order to grow roses.
The old Island of Chios was almost
entirely an island of roses, and to those
who approached it from The sea It pre
know that the bundled-up prisoner was
Very So, she thought at once of the blos
soming cherry tree, which, shows how
beautiful he must have been, for you will
admit that few, if any, persons whom you
know would remind you of a blossoming
cherry tree, if their mouths were tied up
with a large double knot.
O So "Weet hurried to Lord Hilo Kutyou,
made a perky little bow, and Inquired:
"Is It true, O August One, that yon in
tend most politely to cut off the head of
the honorable prisoner in your worthy
black cell?"
You bet!" responded Lord Hilo, who
bad lost much of his ancient polish during
his dissipated career of executing people.
"August pardon deign," said O So n eet.
"Stupid me would humbly beg your illus
trious nobility to grant him honorable
forgiveness."
"Ho! ho! ho!" cried Old Hilo Kutyou.
"What nonsense have you been getting
Into your head, eh? Let me tell you, O So
"Veet, that if you say another word I'll
have him sliced up bit by bit right in
front of you. As it Is. I'm going to save
him for tomorrow afternoon, when! ex
pect to entertain some friends, and then
I'll tackle him. There won't be much left
to f&rgive when I'm through with him."
O So Weet knew that there was no use
In saying more. She went away and cried,
and then she thought, and then she cried
again. But all at once she had an Idea.
You must know that this was at the time
when American ships of war first visited
Japan; and ona of these ships was just
off the shore.
O So Weet knew that every day the
American sailors used to go up the road
that led by the Samurai's palace, and she
conceived the Idea Immediately of asking
them for help. But how could she do it?
She did not dare address them herself,
and, besides, she could not speak English
and they could not speak Japanese.
Suddenly -she remembered that an old
priest who lived near by could speak Eng
lish, and she .hastened to him. He shook
his head after'he had heard her tale, and
told her that it would be sure death If the
Samurai or his guards saw any one speak
ing to the American sailors. "But," said
he, "I have a plan that may work. I will
put up a sign at your gate to notify them
that something is wrong at the palace.
Then you must manage to show them the
black cell, and maybe they will save tho
prisoner."
The old priest began hastily . to make,
a sign. Unhappily his knowledge of Eng
lish had been gained long before when he
was a very young man, indeed, and even
then he had not really learned more than,
three dozen words; and he had forgotten
30 of these since; so he did not find it ab
solutely easy to put a warning Into words.
Still, he managed finally to remember the
six words, and he made his sign out of
them. Unfortunately he got the parts
mixed up without being aware of it, be
cause he was so old and his memory was
so bad.
When the sailors arrived in front of the
palace gates and saw the sign they
thought at first that It was Japanese, but
there was something queer about It, and
they stopped to puzzle It out. Finally they
all save It up except one man. Just as
the rest started away he cried out:
"I have It. It's an invitation. Let's go
up to the palace and see what it means."
So the sailors. 50 of them, went up to
the palace. And they got there just as
the old Samurai was about to deal Prince
Very So the first of his famous cuts with
sword number 17, which was eight feet
long and sharp as poison.
Of course the sailors jumped In and
stopped It. And in the battle that ensued,
Prince. Very So, whose bonds had been
cut, seized a five-foot double-edged sword
and chased old Hilo Kutyou down the
road so fast that Hilo Kutyou couldn't
stop until he had gone so far that there
was no use in going back. So that settled
him.
And Prince Very So married O So Weet
and they made a couple so beautiful that
the great poet Horushl Inkey wrote a
song that said:
O So "Weet and Very So,
They are the splendid splendors of the Inland
They glow like wistaria among- the golden col
uuns of the temple.
And all the people, qven the 50 American
sailors, sang the sons' at the wedding, and
they sing it In Japan to this day, and wish
that such beautiful persons lived nowa
days.
Are you as smart as the American sailor
who solved the involuntary puzzle of the
old priest who couldn't remember English?
sented the appearance of a gigantic bou
quet of red and white and yellow blooms.
with the shining white pillars of temples
and villas gleaming from the splendor of
the flowers.
' Shiploads of roses were sent to Athens
every day from Chios. That was prob
ably the most beautiful freight that ever
went by sea since the world began, and
it must have been a glorious sight to
see the galleys, all decked with flowers,
steering over the blue Aegian Sea.
Roses were used for emblems of joy
and sorrow, for triumph and defeat. A
wreath of roses ornamented the bride,
and wreaths of roses decked those who
were going to their graves. The victor
entered cities over a path of roses, and
wherever he trod during his triumphal
march, the blossoms formed a carpet for
his feet.
In old Rome, too, the rose was con
sidered the most precious of flowers. On
May. 28 a great rose feast used to begin
in Rome In memory of the dead, and for
a week or more the cemeteries were lit
erally overwhelmed with the flowers. In
the. great time of Imperial Rome, the
guests at big . feasts sat on rose petals
that were piled high around them. The
floor was carpeted with them and men
vied with each other to find new and ex
travagant uses for the beloved flowers.
For one single banquet, Nero imported
$125,000 worth of roses from Alexandria.
little 'givU .
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HANS and Yuly had no trouble in
making their way down to the
banks' of tho lost river, and for an
hour they found a hiding-place behind a
boathouse. They did not dare make in
quiries for fear they would be questioned
themselves. The only idea Hans had was
to get a boat and float away, and Yuly
left It all to him.
After an -hour the lights In the houses
began to disappear, and the children stole
out and walked along until they found a
skiff drawn up on the shore. There were
no oars in it, but from a pile of lumber
near by they got pieces of board for pad
dles and were soon afloat. When they
had paddled and drifted for a mile or
more Hans discovered that Yuly was
weeping.
When asked what wa the matter she
replied:
"I do not think you are a wise. boy.
You know nothing of the dangers of the
river, or how long we may have to be
afloat. The tramp told us that any one
would be dashed to pieces on the rocks
or drowned. That may happen to us
within an hour. We should have found
out about things at the village."
Hans realized that he had been hasty,
but he replied:
"We must either go on now or go back
home. You may lie downn the bottom
of the boat and sleep, and I will remain
awake and keep watch. I shall surely
hear a great roaring before we come to
the spot, and It will then be time to go
ashore. You can't expect to find giants
and pygmies unless we keep on."
Yuly said no more, and half an hour
later was asleep. For an hour or so
Hans sat up very straight and used his
paddle most of the time to help the boat
along. The river ran pretty swiftly, but
mere were no rocks to look out for, nor
did he see any other boats afloat.
He passed many houses on either bank.
but all were in darkness. -J3y and by ho
began to get sleepy. He fought the
feeling off for awhile, but at last he
huddled down in his seat and was soon
In dreamland, and the boat was left to
take care of itself.
I must now tell you about the river.
Twelve miles below where the children
got tho boat the waters divided at an
island. The stream running oil one side
of the island flowed on for 20 miles to
the sea; that on the other 'side ran into
a big hole in the cliffs and was seen no
more.
Many boats went up and down, but
of course they had a care not to take
the wrong side of the Island. While
Hans and Yuly slept, their boat was
floating down, and by and by It reached
the island.
Two or three strokes of the naddlo
would have sent it Into the right chan
nel, but the paddle lay In the bottom of
the boat. Left to Itself, the boat took
the channel of danger, and live minutes
later Hans and Yuly were roused from
sleep by the water-dashing over them.
The boat was jumping and plunging
SAD SEA DOGS, ''"RAGS" AMD "DOOLELj"
They Have Their-Barks on a Steamship Pier in Brooklyn.
THE water front of New York City's
borough of Brooklyn boasts two
characters "Rags" and "Dooley"
who are known by every foreman, tally
man, stevedore and longshoreman from
Long Island City to the Independent
Stores at Forty-fifth street. South Brook
lyn. They are typical tramp dogs, but at
the Anchor Line dock, pier No. 29, which
they make their headquarters, they are
regarded with affection. ,
Rags Is a nondescript. He weighs about
40 pounds, has short, dirty white hair,
looks something like a pig, has only one
eye and is lazy. He may Justly be termed
.a mongrel pure and simple.
Dooley can boast of a somewhat bet-
To ait upon is what a chair
Is for, aa all the world's aware.
And, therefore, as you will admit
It's palniulvhea you try to sit
Upon one, and discover air
Where you thought you would find the chair.
So Aunt Samantha. found when she
Sat on the floor In misery;
And it can well be understood
That for the old It Is not good.
'Tis sad that this is only one
Of all the things that Nan has done.
ter lineage. He appears to be pretty
nearly a full-blooded bull pup.
The friendship that exists between the
two is wonderful the more remarkable
as it was the result of Dooley whipping
Rags soundly in a square fight.
Rags personifies the fat and Intelligent
leader, while Dooley is the heeler ever
ready to do the bidding of the boss.
Whenever Rags is In trouble he simply
calls for Dooley and steps aside to see
punishment administered to the stray dog
that dares to antagonize the dictator of
Pier 29. This has been done time and
again, and it has come to be a byword
among the dock employes and frequenters
that Rags and Dooley can be depended
upon any time and under any circum
stances to try conclusions with anything
that comes their way.
.Rags' first appearance" was on a bleak,
day in November, six or seven years ago.
While the men at the pier were eating
their dinners in the Interval -of unloading
a ship, a stray dog came upon the wharf.
He looked so starved and "woebegone- and
seemed so utterly friendless that one of
the longshoremen tossed him a bit of
lunch.
The poor brute eagerly seized the piece
of meat, and, after devouring It, crept up
to the man and lay down at his feet.
Others noticed the occurrence and con
tributed scraps of their dinner to the
"famished animal. He seemed to appreci
ate the kindness, and remained on the
wharf the rest of the day.
The next morning' when the men cams
to-work the dog was still there, and ran
up to meet them, wagging his stumpy tall
In sign of welcome. From that time on
he has never gone more than a few Hun
dred feet away from tins pier. He quickly
got to know every one of the regular em
ployes, and was attentive to them, but he
had no use for strangers.
One peculiarity of Rags is tkat be is ac
quainted with all the Anchor Line boats,
their officers and crew? When on of
these boats approaches' the dock. Rage Is
out at the end of the xtringplece baxktec
ly'sKorfia ntic
Searching for Pygmy Land, They Find It at
like a frightened horse, and as they hung
on for dear life the roaring about them
was terrific. The boat was soon half full
of water, and this swashed to and fro and
almost drowned them as the craft pitched
about.
Every minute they expected to be
dashed to pieces, and this continued for
a quarter of an hour. Then the roaring
died away, the boat ceased to to3s about
and there was black darkness all around
them.
Yuly began to, cry and scream as soon
as she could get her' breath, but Hans
knew that the danger was over and said
to her:
"Stop your noise and use your shoes to
ball the water out of the boat. Can't
you see that we are all right now?"
"What was it?" she asked, as she
worked away.
"I can't say for sure, but I think we
must have been sucked Into the hole
while we both slept. I thought we were
doomed to death, but you can see that we
are floating along as smoothly as you
please." '
"But what makes it so dark, Hans?
When I went to sleep the stars were
shining."
"So they were, and I could even see
the dog3 as we passed some of the
houses. I can't say why it Is so dark,
unless a storm Is coming up. We have
now got the water out of tho boat and
are no longer afraid, and we will sit here
a welcome. As soon as a gangplank Is
run ashore, the first one to board the boat
Is the redoubtable Rags.
After he has paid, his respects to the
officers by wagging his tall and barking,
he heads straight for the cook's galley,
where he is sure of a hearty welcome and
a good meal.
Dock employes aver on "their honor that
Rags recognizes the whistle of every one
of the Anchor Line boats, and that in
this manne- he can tell them as they
como up the harbor.
Be that as flt may, he certainly has
made friends of all the officers and crews,
and he is never happier than when one
of these boats Is moored alongside the
.pier. His deep disgust Is apparent when
the vacant wharf Is rented to some other
line that needs temporary accommoda
tion. Dooley arrived on the pier about a year
after Rags. When the office employes, one
morning just before the holidays, heard
a row in Hamilton avenue they ran out
to see the cause of the trouble. They
found Rags in a fight with a bull pup
of less than half his weight.
Though encouraged by his friends, Rags
was badly whipped, but somehow or other
he acquired a liking for the victor. In
dog language he Invited him to make his
home on the pier.
Since that time they have been boon
companions. Throw a stone at Rags and
you are pretty apt to hit Dooley. Hunt
up Dooley and Rags is to be found near
by.
Since forming the partnership they have
carried on business In a businesslike way.
Any dog that encroaches on their baili
wick is Instantly tackled by Rags. It
makes no difference as to size. A large
St. Bernard Is just as acceptable as Is a
ten-pound cur. Rags goes at him.
If possible he does the work alone. If
whipped, he turns tall and runs down the
pier, barking loudly for assistance.
Then his old crony, Dooley, gets. In his
fine work. While Rags, at. a safe dis
tance, sits down and licks, his wounds, he
watches Dooley carry the battle to a fin
ish. Then Rags administers to Doojey's
hurts and the pair go to the storekeeper's
room, where they "have one" from sur
plus stock of bones on the result of the
fight.
Rags has taught Dooley one thing to
be "forehanded" and look out for the fu
ture. When the latter made his first visit
to one of the liners and was regaled with
a square meal, he left some of the bones
in the galley. Not so withTSags, who had
learned by experience that plenty was
not always to be had on the pier.
In some way he communicated this fact
to Dooley, and now as soon as they have
eaten their fill they industriously carry
away and hide under the wharf floor any
surplus in the way of grub that will keep.
If there is no steamer in for a week
they are abundantly provided for. If two
weeks elapse between the visits of the
boats, they still needSnot go hungry.
Attempts have been made to steal the
dogs, but so far Ineffectually. As the
dock employes are very jealous of their
I pets, they keep a watchful eye upon them,
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Last.
on the seat together and float on. If a
storm comes we will try and get ashore."
Neither of the children knew that they
were now far under ground and in a
great tunnel. Now and then their boat
grazed against the rocky sides, but they
thought it had brushed against the shore.
They were wet and chilly but they sat
with their arms around each other and
talked for an hour or two. Then they
began to nod and in a few' minutes were
In a troubled sleep.
Three or four times in the next three
or four hours one or the other woke up
for a moment to find that the darkness
was as before, and that the boat was
floating along all right, but they were
not fully aroused until they were alarmed
by the murmuring of voices.
Yuly was the first to awake, and sho
shook Hans by the shoulder and ex
claimed: "Hans Hans, up with, you something
has happened!"
"What is it?" he sleepily asked as he
rubbed his eyes.
She had no need to answer his ques
tion. Their boat was made fast to a
grassy bank, and on the bank were dozens
and dozens of little people looking down
at them and pointing and murmuring.
"They must be pygmies!" whispered
Hans.
"Yes, we have surely arrived in pygmy
land at last!" replied Yuly.
(To be continued.3
watchmen as the day force arrives is,
"Are Rags and Dooley all right?"
The men are determined that as long as
the canine loafers live they shall have
food and shelter In the storeroom or some
other comfortable quarter on Pier 29.
The Oldest Domestic Fowl.
Most persons, If asked what Is the old
est domestic fowl, would answer without
hesitation that it Is the hen. But thl3 is
incorrect.
The excavations in Asia Minor, among
the ruins of ancient Babylonia and As
syria, show that long before the old
races knew anything about hens, they
had domesticated the- goose, as Is proved
Solution to Magic Arrow Puxxla In Xast
Sunday's Oregonlan.
by the wall paintings and sculptures.
These show geese in a variety of ways;
but no hens and ducks can be found in a
single picture of those early ages. Por
traits of the latter fowls do not begin to
occur until a considerable period after
the geese appear. The ancient City of
Babylon must have been a mighty center
of goosebreeding, for the goose is a
prominent subject in inscription and
sculpture.
Worst Land for Children.
'Spain is the worst of the civilized
countries for children. The annual deaths
of children under 5 years of age amount
to 230,000 in that country. Most of these
deaths are due, it seems, to the ex
tremely poor condition of the milk. In
Madrid, where, five times more little chil
dren die every year than In all big Paris,
It was found that of 100 samples of milk
36 were entirely unfit for consumption.