The Sunday Oregonian., March 19, 1905, PART FOUR, Page 43, Image 43

(THE BPHDAY.j OBE60HIAJ?, POBril&SP.t MABOH' 19, 1905.
Adventures of the Crusoe Children
CHAPTER DC 1
w. TOf T mornlnc After the arrival of I
il the sailor bn the shore of the
I island, he said to the young cast
aways; This island is called Juniper Island
It Is only about 40 miles from the coast'
of "Venezuela, or Costa Rica. At certain
seasons o the year fishermen come here,
until now and then parties land to gather
f hells, but you might have to -wait three
months before anybody lands. I will rest
with you for three or four days, and then
show you 'how to escape- Tou would not
have needed to remain here two days if
Charlie had known how to handle the boat
you came ashore In."
"And what about the ape?" asked
Charlie. How do you suppose he came
to be here alone?"
"I think I can tell you," replied the
captain. "Five or six years ago I landed
here one time from my vessel to get fruit
and water. There was then an xld man
on the island. He was from Honduras,
and what they call a hermit. Ho said
that people had wronged him, and that
he wanted nothing more to do with the
world. I talked with him for an hour,
and I knew that he had a hut somewhere
on the island, but I did not see the ape.
I was probably here, however. He had
brought It along for company. I cannot
tell you what has become of the hermit,
but it seems that he has gone, and that
the ape was left behind. If you had not
thought to make the creature drunk you
might have had trouble with him- I now
-wish to take a walk around the island
by myself to see what sort of a place it
Is."
The captain strolled .away by himself,
and it was three hours beforo he re
turned. He then took Charlie aside and
said;
"I wanted to think about my schooner
and do a little planning, and I also want
ed to discover, if I could, what had be
come of the hermit. I expected to And
his bones In some thicket, but I have
not como across them. He may have
been drowned some day while fishing or
bathing, or he may have become too lone
some to stay on and gone off in some
fishing boat. Perhaps ttley would not
let him take the ape along, or perhaps
the beast ran away and could not be
caught."
"What do you think became of the
ape after he got to sear asked the boy.
"That is easily answerod. Ho floated
THE BOY JEEXp HUI BIT TIDE ABM.
about for several days and was picked
up by ome vessel, or he finally went
mad from thirst and leaped overboard to
his death. There was no chance for him
to reach any other Island or tho main
land."
There was no sail to the boat in which
the captain had come ashore, but thcro
was a pair of oarj under the thwarts,
and the mutineers had forgotten to re
move them.
"When asked what his plan of oscape
was, he replied:
"All tho ships bound to the southern
most of tho "Windward Islands from the
United. States pass within 15 miles of this
Island. After I am rested we win take
my- boat some morning and row out a
proper distance and wait to be picked, up.
I want to wait a bit until tne moon is a
littlo older. Then we can depend on the
weather. It would never do for the three
of us to start out In an open-boat without
being sure of calm weather. If any craft
should call here berore we get ready to
go. then so much the better."
The captain was a nardy man, but no
had suffered greatly while floating about
in his boat, and he needed to rest and
recuperate. After the first day he slept
much of the time for the next three days.
Then ho was not as talkative as at first.
He had been robbed of his all, and he
did not see much chance of ever over
hauling the mutineers, and his thoughts
were gloomy ones. As for the children;
they now felt sure that they would seo
home and friends again, and they were
no longer cast down.
Just at twilight one evening Charlie
went down to tho creek to see It the cap
tain's boat was all right. He had no
sooner emerged from the bushes than
he saw a small schooner sailing into the
mouth of the creek. His first thought
was to swing his cap and cheer, but
something checked him. He could plain
ly hear the talk of the men as they cast
anchor, and he knew them to be a rough
lot.
They did not come ashore after anchor
ing, nor did they make out the captain's
boat tied to the bank above them.
The boy took as keen notice of the
schooner as he could, and then hastened
away to tho hut in the woods. "When he
had told the captain that a craft had put
into the creek, the latter sprang up and
was for hastening away at once, but
Charlie detained him with:
"Walt a moment. You have often
talked to us about your craft, and I am
almost sure that this is the one. Let
us go down and take a close look at her
before letting them know of our pres
ence." . v
"It may be my dear little schooner it
may it may!" exclaimed the captain in
great excitement. If it should so prove
I will recapture her if I. have to kill the
three men. Hurry, children let us hurry!"
Both Charlie and Minnie accompanied
him, and he no sooner caught sight of the
craft in the creek that he whispered
hoarsely:
" 'Tis my schooner my sweet Marie!
Let me go aboard at once and kill the
scoundreds who sent me adrift to die!
"Keep cool, captain," replied Charlie,
as he held fast to the roan's arm. "They
have run in here for the night. Let us
go back to tho hut and do some plan
ning."
(To be continued.)
Ay ai ana away up in -toe damp
sleepy woods, the little pool lay
blinking In the sun and wishing
that it could do something exciting.
All May long it beard nothing except
the "tap! tap" of a red-headed wood-
sm House of the Yucatan Dwarf
SCATTERED through the Peninsula
of Yucatan are the ruins of many
great cities. How ancient they are,
or by what race they were built, nobody
knows for a certainty. But it is certain
that long before Columbus discovered
America these cities were great and pop
ulous and the scat of a civilization that
had completely vanished away.
Among these ruined cities is one called
Uxmal. In Its center are the ruins of a
magnificent palace. The natives who live
in their thatched huts in the neighbor
ing forests call It the House of the Gov
ernor. Opposite the House of the Governor is
a lofty artificial mound of masonry, and
on its top stands a ruined house of stone,
rtchly ornamented with sculpture. The
natives call this house the House of the
Dwarf
Herel is the fanciful story they tell of
it:
Long before the white man came to
America, when Uxmal was in all its pow
er juid-Klory,- wlcked Governor lived ln
the palace and oppressed the people with
taxes -and war.
A poor widow who lived in a small
house had two sons, of whom she was
very fond, but because she could not pay
the heavy taxes, the wicked Governor
seized tho two boys and sent them away
into slavery, where they died.
Tho widow went about sorrowing for
her children. One day a fairy came to
the widow and told her to take an egg,
wrap it in a piece of cloth, and lay It
away In a comer of her hut, being careful
to look at it every day. The widow did
as she was told, and on the third day,
when she went to look at the egg, the
hell flew into pieces and out Jumped the
prettiest little boy you ever saw.
The widow adopted him as her son
and in a year he walked and talked like
a man. But then, although he was only
three feet high, tho boy stopped
growing and the neighbors Jeered at the
old woman because of her dwarf son. But
the widow said: "Never mind. He will
bo a great man some day and rule over
Uxmal."
Tho fairy had been coming to her and
supplying her with money, by which
means the old woman had been able to
hire the best tutors In the city to Instruct
her son, and he had been quick to learn.
"When he was 2 years old he had the ways
and the knowledge of a man of 40, and all
the city spoke of the remarkable dwarf.
But still he was only three feet high, and
In some ways still a child.
Then one day the widow said: "Go
to the palace of the "Wicked Governor
and challenge him to a trial of
strength."
"How shall I do that?" asked the boy,
"who am little and weak?"
"Go!" replied the widow,, and he went
The Governor's guards, in shining ar
mor at the door of the palace, Jeered
at the dwarf when he demanded en
trance, and the Governor, hearing the
noise, asked what it was. He was told
that the learned dwarf desired to see
him.
"Bring him in!" cried the Governor.
He was holding a council in the great
hall of the palace, surrounded by his
nobles, his military1 officers and the prin
cipal men of the city.
Advancing into the hall the boy made
his defiance as his mother had bidden
him. and all the people laughed, the Gov
ernor loudest of all.
"Well." said the great man, "here is a
block of stone weighing 75 pounds. Let us
see which of us can lift it the more
easily."
At this the dwarf was scared and ran
home crying; but his mother said: "Go
back and ask him to lift it first Then
do you lift it"
The boy did as bidden and found that
he could lift the stone easily. Then the
Governor proposed several other feats of
strength and the dwarf, without effort
did everything that the Governor could
do.
This astonished the nobles and the great
men of the city, and threw the Governor
Into a rage, so that he cried out angrily:
"Go home, and if before tomorrow morn
ing you have not built a house higher
than any in Uxmal I will have you
killed!"
The boy returned crying to the widow,
and told her what the Governor had commanded.
f "Dry your tears," said the old woman.
"It will all be well."
"When the boy woke up next morning
be found himself in the building on top
of the mound, which is now known as
the House of the Dwarf.
The fairy had come to the old woman's
help, and had built the mound and the
house In the night
When the wicked Governor looked out
of his palace windows and saw the
house, he was angrier than ever, and
determined to have the life of the
dwarf. So he sent a soldier to bring the
boy to the palace, and assembled all his
nobles and officers and the ygreat men of
the cltyihat they might see his revenge.
"Ha!" cried the Governor, "you are a
bright boy: but there Is one thing that
I can do that you cannot Go cut two
bundles of cogoiol wood. First I will beat
you over the head with the sticks from
one bundle, and then you shall beat me
over tho head with the sticks of the
other."
Then the Governor laughed, for cogoiol
is a. very hard wood, almost as hard as
iron; and to be hit over the head with a
stick of it is almost certain death. The
Governor thought It a good Joke, but the
boy returned crying to his mother.
The old woman baked a tortillita de
trigo a thin cake of wheat flour and
placed It on tho head of the dwarf. Then
she bads him do as tho Governor had
said. . ,
When tho boy returned to the palace
with his two bundles of cogoiol, the
wicked Governor began beating him over
the head . with great fury, but broke
every stick in the first bundle without
hurtlner the dwarf
"Now it Is my turn," cried the boy. The
Governor tried to avoid the test and or
dered his guards to take the dwarf out
and kill him. But the nobles and o ulcers
and great men of the city, who were tired
of the tyranny of tho, Governor, declared
that he had pledged his word and must
stand to be beaten by the dwarf.
At the first blow the Governor fell down
dead, and all the people, shouting for Joy,
proclaimed tho dwarf Governor of the
city.
He ruled over Uxmal long and Justly,
and the widow passed her days in, peace
and plenty.
To prove their story tho natives take
the traveler today to the very hall in tho
ruined palace where the trial of strength
between the wicked Governor and the
learned dwarf took place.
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A. TUGBOAT BALLAD
The Saucy Kitty and the Barges
TKK GOERXOK HAD TO STAND TO BK BKATEX BT THE DWAKF,
At Delaware Breakwater we lay In. the Saucy Kitty,
With four big bartcs fait of coal bound out for Boston City.
Tho night -was black without a star; k etui was all the air
I lit & candle out on deck and It burned clear and fair.
"There something brewing out at sea I guess," said Bill JXagulre.
"And 'long: about at dawn I bet you won't call me a liar.
"We'll Just lay where we are." cars h. "lor Vm a good old coward.
And all the Jeraey sales I've met have left xne kind of soured."
Just then the Juno pasted us out She had six barges tandem.
"I guess," said Bill, "Henlopen it about where he will land 'cm."
Her skipper leaned out from her house and shouted : "Oh, Maruire,
I'll race you up to illaota Ledge just for a little flier:"
Says BUI: "Tou' 11 have to race alone. I star here, tight and snug;
Until the weather polls the cork and shows -what's In Its Jug."
Tho Juno's skipper larked & laugh: "Well. Bill, It's sure a. pity.
Bnt I cueas you are growing old you and your Saucy KJttj!
"Tou're -wise to stay la port. You'd set your feet wet off Abseecon.
Why don't you haul your tug ashore and set up for a beacon?'
Then laughter rang; from all the fleet and Captain Bill ilaculra
Sat down Inside bis pilot-house, his face as red as fire.
Now thai -was about eight o'clock; by midnight we were dipping
Xoso under, every Jump before the teas that came a-rlpptng
And blow! Well. I went forward and beforo I could escape her.
The wind Just whipped my oilskin coat In two as if 'twas paper.
The dawn came 11V an angry ghost: and there, tossed as a feather,
. The Juno and four barges swam, all tangled up together.
And Bill he pounded with his flat and said: "As I'm & sinner.
On of them barges that he dropped had my old shipmate in her!
TV hailed the Juno as she ran to anchor In our leeward.
And-learned that she had dropped the two some 'thirty miles to seaward.
And "Tou -were right!" her captain yelled. '"Twas I that made an error!
The thing we ran Into out there was certainly & terror!" y
Magulre answered not a. -word, but cast off from his moorincr.
And swung the Saucy Kitty out, straight -where the seas were snoring.
"It'a death!" the Juno's captain hailed. Roared Bill: "I may get burted
By wetting of my feet, but I will ears what you deserted."
My! How we got It on that trip! In all my coastwise, cmlslcg
I never saw a vessel get such an all-fired bruising.
We tumbled into troughs that seemed like sink-holes tn the ocean.
And then swung up where sky and sea ml-rivd In one sick commotion.
Salt-crusted from the flying spray; with .the propeller racing
Until I thought we'd tear In two, we found -what we were chasing!
B-rlfting right on the Feawick Shoals, with their surf-gumka-rumble.
Black specks in the white breakers -we saw the barges tumble!
Then what had passed was nothing to the little trip that followed.
When Bill Magulre laid upon the course that ther bad wallowed;
Till I dared, not look over-side because It made me shudder
To see, when rollers let her down, the sand suck past our raider.
Full twenty times death came close, his Jaws grinned on our coaming.
WhatT Twenty times? A hundred tunes, while -we were In that foaming.
But Bill he gave his signals and h steered as cool and ready
As It h cruised the Erie ditch, with all things fair and steady.
And so at last we got our lines aboard the pounding barges.
And none too soon pulled out of there with our two helpless -charges;
For there -were not Ave hundred yards between us and the reaches
Where tho whits water jiJd in omoke to feed us to the beaches.
More like drownedwxats than tugboat men. a-roHing helter-skelter.
We won back to the fleet again ta the Breakwater's ehelter.
And from that fleet there rang a cheer: "Hurrah for Bill Magulre!"
And Bill he said. 'Now did it blow? I gueii! I ain't no liar!"
The Story of the Wicked Little Pool
They caught ships by the heels.
pecker or the splashing of the tiny
trout that had been Uring In the little
pool ever since the last big rain storm.
'Dull?" the little trout used to say
to the pooL "Dull? why, seems to me
I never had such fun. Tou must be
mistaken. I'm getting the fattest kind
of rare insects all day long."
But the littlo pool did not care for
insects.
So it kept wishing that it could do
something exciting.
And one day a man came along. He
had a fishing rod over his shoulder and
he whistled with great perseverance
and badnes.
"Looks as if this was a good place for
worms," said the man to himself. He
took out a trowel and began to 'dig
around the roots of a tree at the edge
of the little pool. Soon ho had a great
many worms and he went on his way
whistling worse than ever.
The little pool peeked over the edge
of its basin. "Why, Mere's a chance to
see tho world," it muttered. It crept
crept crept trickle, trickle trickle. tQ
tno place where trie man naa Deen iig-
ging.
That led 'down nil, and in a moment
the little pool was galloping.
Tne trout screamed to It to stop. But
the pool would not listen. So the little
fish floundered, burled its head in tho
moist earth and died.
The little pool galloped on into tho
wide world. First 13 fell into a tiny
stream and there it met scores and and
hundreds of other little pools and ran
band In hand with them first along
dark forest places and then down great
rocks and at last Into open meadows.
Once or twice it helped to turn a mill
wheel, but that was not exciting
enough for it
"Let U3 be pirates," It said to the
other pools. So they rushed faster than
ever when they got into the open mead
ows, and at last they seized a boat with.
two children In It and drowned them.
Then the wicked pools ran down and
down, laughing, to the open sea.
Tnere they tossed. They rolled. They
spouted. They drove ships on rocks.
They caught others by the heels and
sucked them Into the black sea.
This is exciting enough," said the
little pool.
"Yes?" said the sun. "Well, your
time has come.
Almost Instantly the little pool felt
a frightful scalding pain shooting
through it Then it began to feel
strangely light, while Its anguish In
creased.
"Why. you are turning all feathery
and white like a cloud!" said the other
pools, and dived in a great hurry to
escape a similar fate.
The little pool "did nob know it hut It
was turning into steam and coins
"straight up toward the sun. .
High up In the air It floated as a
filmy white cloud.
"Good heavens!" It said. "If I should
fall down now! I am terribly 'dizzy
and light-headed. Can it bo that I have
heart disease?"
A hot wind came blowing and wafted
It along. It heard voices all around.
They sounded muffled, as If they came
through fog and wind,.
'It ran away and left tho little trout
to die," said one voice. X.et us drop It
in the Sahara, where "it will vanish In
tho burning sands."
"It wanted excitement and tore the
'dams "down," said another aroice. "We'd
better drop It Into the crater of old
PopocatapetL "
"No! No! That It too light a pun
Ishment!" growled a third voice. "It
drowned two children in the meadows.
Let us rain it down on the North Pole,
where it will freeze and remain ice for
ever."
"Do you know how many good ships
It neipod to wreck,?" thundered tho big
gest voice of alL T. will punish it fit
tingly."
Immediately there began a beating a3
of a thousand wings and a blowing as
of a thousand winds. The little clouds
went scurrying before them head over
heels, until at last it hung over a ma
jestic and wonderful land.
Then the winds stopped blowing and
left the cloud motionless over a valley
that waa Jim -nrfth steam. Tt errnw
colder and colder. A. terrible chill crept
over tne little cloud. Suddenly, with a
pang of torment, it felt Itself falling
softly.
Ton will see the little pool TitiMg u&'
roarinc with palxu
Down, "down it went white and cold
in a thousand saowflakes. It felt
straight into the valley, and when ic
met the gray mists it turned to water
again and so foil, with a rush and a.
hiss, Into the very hottest place in the
world.
So hot was it that the little pool
frothed and bubbled. Its agony was so
great that it changed to steam and?
leaped upward only to turn into water
again as it met the mists and fell back;
into the hot pit
And that is what it 13 doing to this
day and if you ever visit the Tellow
stone National Park and go to see the
Geysers, you wilt see the little pool,
hissing and roaring with pain, rise
spouting from Its prison in steam, only
to condense to water again and fall
back into its place of punishment
The White Flamingo's Trick
HAT'S the row?"' said the
Golden Pheasant.
"Oh, it's the Pink and "White
Flamingo again," answered the Pelican.
They keep the Flying Cage stirred up
all the time with their quarrels. If I had
my way, I'd turn 'em. both out Give
me a quiet life, I say."
"Well, what are they quarreling about?"
"About their- weight ' this time. The
White Flamingo Js Jealous- of the Pink
Flamingo because she is more showy.
That's the root of- the matter, and they're
both, so proud of their long necks and
legs and things that they can't even
ppeak decently to each other any more.
Each declares she 19 slenderer than the
other. This morning the Pink Flamingo
said in the -"White Flamingo's hearing:
How "Whitey is falling off in looks. And
fat! She'll have to get a new set of
feathers. She's fairly bursting through
that old coat of hex's. Ijucky It's near
moulting season.'
"Of course tho whlto Flamingo' heard
her, and flared up, mad as a wet hen.
She told the Ping Flamingo a few with
ering truths about her own personal ap
pearance, and ended up with:
" 'Fat is it? well, rm willing to- risk
my weight against any Pink Flamingo In
the cage. I'll wager a bottle of bill
polish that X weigh less than that old
Pinky.
"So they got to scrapping, and old
Mother Stork offered to settle the- trouble
by weighing them. Tho other birds
helped, and they've got a board a work
man left and balanced It across that old
log, nd they're going to see which tips
the beam."
I don't see why either of those lanky
birds wants to be any thinner than she
Is," said the- Golden Pheasant
"Oh. slim Is the fashion this year,
said the Pelican, as she holstedrnne wing
and preened, the feathers underneath.
Cue, I don't "take any stock in slknness.
I don't go In for style and that sort of
thing."
"Come, let's see the fun." said the
Golden Pheasant; so they walked to the
edge of the pond, where the balancing
board was waiting.
"I'll get on first" said the Pink Flamin
go, "and the rest of Von birds watch and
seo how Whitey goes crashing down when
she steps on her end of the teeter."
The Pink Flamingo suited ner action to
the word, and took her place with both
feet firmly set on the board
Then tho "White Flamingo spread her
wings and gracefully swooped down to
her end of the board. Lightly she set
foot on it and stood triumphant' The
Pink Flamingo, never stirred from the
ground.
The Pink Flamingo turned almost scar
let with rage, but there was no denying
what every ono could see.
The "White Flamingo smiled supercili
ously. "Fat am I, Pinky?"
And Pinky flounced off to the other end
of the pond, while the "White Flamingo
slipped off as her end came down, and
mingled gaily with her fellows.
"Hod did you do it?" said Mother Stork.
"You certainly do look heavier than the
Pink Flamingo."
"Sh-h-hl" said "Whitey. "Promise,
cross your heart hope to die, that you
won't tell?"
"Mum's the word," said Mother Stork.
"Well, then, I only stood on one foot,"
said the "White Flamingo, "and of couree
I only weighed half as much."
Labrador's Unlucky Children.
The children of tho bleak fishing settle
ments of Labrador never see toys.
Many of them have never seen flowers,
for they dwell on a coast so rocky
that there may not be a bucketful of
earth In the whole village. A traveler
tells of children who asked him eagerly
if it was true that there were fruits
called apples, peaches and oranges, that
grew on trees and were good to eat The
greatest tit-bit these poor Labrador chil
dren ever get Is "pipsey," which is dried
codflsh rubbed Into a powder and mixed
with seal oiL Sometimes, If a man is
very lucky, he may have some cranber- 1 children In that household are nappy in
rles with which to flavor it Then the I deed.
Patsy Enterta i ns Spotty Wright
MB. SILAS- WEIGHT was a dear, old
gentleman who came to Patsy's
house dinner every other Sunday. He
had a great Joke about buying Patsy.
Ha began his bid at $4 and Increased It
two or three cents every time he came.
He had got up to $4.85 when he decided
to go to Europe, and as Mrs. Newton
wouldn't agree to the price, he laughed
and said, "Well, he-had only one other
favor to ask, and that was would tho
Newtons take care of his cat "Spotty"
while he was gone?
On Monday afternoon, after school,
Batsy and Jim dumped the pieces out of
the piecebag. They stuck Spotty Into
the bag and started for home. Sporty
got wilder and wilder and flopped and
scratched and bumped until every one on
the street stared in amazement at this
Btrange bundle.
When they got home they opened the
cellar door and opened the mouth of the
-bag. With a wild leap Spotty rushed
away Into the darkest corner of the cel
lar. The children could see his big green
eyes gleaming like switch, lights In a
railroad yard.
No kind wordtf could get Spotty out of
that corner. Finally the children went
away, closing the door after them. That
night Just as they finished dinner, walls
came from the under regions. Spotty
was asserting himself. Soon the family
observed that there were two voices.
Spotty's presence had been discovered by
another fighter of bis own race.
"Oh. come!" cried Jim, "let's see the
fight!"
After their eyes got used to the half
light they could see the two cats flopping
around on the cellar floor. Spotty's white
coat with the big dark spots in it showed
now and then in the light from the open
door. No amount of "shooing" made any
Impression on the fight It was a mortal
combat At last both of the fighters
Jumped for on outer window, and, land
ing on the wide sill, continued to bite and
growl, bumping against the glass with
such force that tho children thought any
moment it would go through.
Then a fresh complication arose. Pedro
heard the racket from outside, and rush
ing to the window at which the cats
were fighting, began to Jump and bark
and make dab3 at them.
At last one wild lunge took the etrangei:,
cat through the window. There was a
sound of smashing glass, a wild yelL oft
Joy from Pedro, as he sped away down,
the yard after the prey thus brought to)
him and Spotty, turning in dignified, si
lence, went back into the h"krtp.sn ofi
the cellar.
Jim boarded up the broken window and
declared he'd pay for it out of hia own,
money, and that it was well worth thai
price. Patsy hunted up a choice chicken;
bone and left it where Spotty would find!
It when his excited condition of xaindl
would permit him to think of food.
Of course, Pedro didn't catch his cat and;
came back after a while to bark at the
boarded window. Finally peace and quiet
settled down on the household. In the
morning, when Patsy made a pilgrimage
to the cellar in the hope that Spotty bad
recovered his right mind, what was becj
surprise to find not a trace of him I The
board of the window had been pushed,
aside and Spotty had departed for paxta"
unknown.
When Mr. Wright came back they told
him the sorrowful story. A grim smile
settled around his mouth.
"Oh. he'll take care of himself. Is said,
and then added: "I'm glad he won Ha
never lost a fight In his life!"
THE WHITE FLAMINGO' GRACEFULLY SWOOPED DOWN TO HER EXB
OF THE BOARD.