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THE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON, SATURDAY, JULY 19, 1919.
KING THE AUTHENTIC NARRATIVE OF
TREASURE DISCOVERED IN
OVEN TO THE PUBLIC
In Which I Am Afforded Glimpse Into
Futurity Possibly Useful.
. Two or three evening before we
were due to sail, at one of our snug
gery couduves, t put the question
whether anyone bod ever tried the di
vining rod fur treasure In the Islands.
Old John nodded and said lie knew
the man I wanted, a half-crazy old ne
gro back there In Grant's Town the
negro quurter spreading out Into the
brash behind the ridge on which the
town of Nassau proper Is built.
"He calls himself a 'king,'" lie
added, "and the nutiveg do, I believe,
regard him as the head of certain
tribe. The lads mil Mm T)ld King
Coffee' memory I suppose of the
Ashantce war. Anyone will tell you
Where he lives, Ho has a name as a
preacher among the Holy Jumpers !
but he's getting too old to do much
preaching nowadays, Co and see him
for fun anyway."
. So next inurnlnc I went
I had hardly been prepared for the
plunge Into "Darkest Africa" which I
found myself taking, ah, leaving Gov
ern men t house behind, perched on the
crest of Its white ridge, I walked a
few yards Inland and uttered a region
which, for oil Its green palms, made a
similar sudden Impression of pervad
ing blackness on the mind which one
gets on suddenly entering a coal-mining
district after traveling through
fields and meadows.
There were for more blacks than
whltca down on Hoy street, but here
there were nothing but blucks on ev
The roads ran In every direction,
and along them everywhere were fig
urea of black women shullllng with
burdens on their heads, or groups of
girls, audaciously merry, most of them
bonny, here and there almost a beauty.
There were churches and dance halla
and saloons all radiating, so to say, a
At first the effect of the whole scene
was a little sinister, even a little
frightening. The strnngeness of Af
rl'un Jungle, was here, ami one was a
white man In It all fllono among grin
ning savage faces. Rut for the flgmos
about one being clothed, the Illusion
had been complete; but for that and
the kind hearted salutations from
comely wblle-tui bulled mummlca
which soon sprang up abrtttt me, and
the groups of elllhh children that
laughingly blocked one's progress with
requests not In any weird African
dialect but In excellent English for
"a copper, please."
. Tills rctiext was not shove the
maidenly dignity of quite big and bux
om lasses. One of these, a really su
perb yotmg creature, asked for "a cop
per, p'ensp," but with s snuey coquet- I
ry bcdttlng her adolescence.
"I'll give you one If you'll tell me
where the 'king lives," snld I,
"Olc King Coffee r she asked, and
then fell Into a very agony of negro
laughter. liecoverlng, she put her
finger to her Hps, suggesting silence,
ad anld :
, Tome along, I'll show you !"
And wnlklng by my side, lithe aa
young animal, aha had sn brought
me In a cahln much like the rest,
though perhaps a little poorer looking.
"Win ! There he Is !" and she shook
II over agnln with suppressed giggles,
I gave her a sixpence and told her
to l a good girl. Then I advanced up
little atrip of garden to where I had
rsught a glimpse of a venerable
White haired negro seated at the win
dow, aa If for exhibition, with a great
open book In his hands. This he ap-
II. r -
1 mi '
This He Appeared to Be Reading With
peared to be reading with great solem
nity, through enormous goggles,
though I thought 1 caught a side-glint
of his eye, as though he hud taken
swift reconnoltering glance In my dl
rectlon a glance which apparently
had hut deepened his attention and
Increased the dignity of his demeanor.
Remembering that he was not mere
ly royal but pious also, I made my sal
utation at once courtler-llke and sanc
"Good day to your majesty," I suld ;
"God s good, God looks after his aerr
"De Lord Is merciful," he answered
gravely; "God takes care of his chil
dren. Be seated, ear, and please ex
cuse my not rising; my rheumatism Is
sore affliction to me."
I was not long In getting to the sub
ject of my visit. The old man listened
to me with great composure, but with
a marked accession of mysterious Im
portance In his manner.
"It's true, aar," he sold, when I hud
flnlnhcd, "I could And It for you. I
could find It for you, sure enough ; and
I'm do only man In nil de Islands dat
could. But I should have to go wld
you, and It's de Lord's will to keep me
bene In dls chair wld rheumatics. De
rods has turned In dose old hands
many a time, and I have faith In de
Lord dey would turn again -yes, J'd
find It for you ; si:;'e enough. I'd find
It If any man could und It" was do
Lord' wilt. But uiebbe I ran see It
for you wldout moving from dls chulr."
"Do you mean, brother, that the
Iord has given you second sight?"
"Dat am It I Glory to his name, hal
lelujah 1" he answered. "I look In a
glass ball so; and If do spirit helps
me I can see clear as a picture fur
under de ground far, far away over
de aca, It'a de Lord's truth, sar
blessed bo hlg nnmel"
I asked him whether he would look
Into his crystul for mo. With a burst
of profanity, as unexpected as It was
vivid, he cursed "dem boys" that had
stolen from him a priceless crystal
which once had belonged to his old
royal mother, who, before him, had
had the same gift of the spirit. But,
he added turning to table by bis
side, and lifting from It large rut
glnRS decanter of considerable capac
ity, though nt present void of con
tentsthat he bad found thnt gazing
Into the large gliiHs ball of Its stopper
produced almost equally good results
First he asked me to be kind enough
to shut the door.
V had to be very quiet, he de
clared; the spirit could work only In
deep silence. And ho asked me to bo
kind enough to close my eyes. Then
I heard hi voice muttering, In a
strange tongue, a queer durk gobbling
kind of words, which may have been
ancient African spoil words, or sheer
gibberish such as magician In all
times and places have employed to
mystify their consultants.
I looked at him through the corner
of my eye as doubtless he hud antici
pated, for he was glaring with im air
of Inspired abstraction Into the bull of
the decanter stopper. 80 we sat sileiit
for I suppose some ten minutes. Then
I heard him give another deep sigh.
Opening my eyes I saw him slowly
slinking his head.
"De spirits don't seem communicable
ills afternoon," he muttered tilting tin
decanter slightly on oue aide and ob
serving It drearily.
"Do you think, your majesty," I
asked with as serious a face as I
could assume, "the spirits might work
better if the decanter were to be
"Mebbe, ear; mehhe. Spirits Is cu
rious things; dey need Inspiration
sometimes. Just like ourselves."
"What kind of Inspiration do yon
think gets the best results, your maj
"Well, sar, I can't say aa dey Is very
particular, but I'se noticed dey do
seem powerful 'tached to Just plulu
KimkI old Jumnlca rum."
They shall have It," I said.
I had noticed that there was a sa
loon a few yards away, so before ninny
more minutes had passed 1 had been
there and come back again, and the
decanter stood ruddlly filled, ready for
the resumption of our seance. But be.
fore we begun I of course accepted the
seer's Invitation to Join hlin and the
spirits In a friendly libation.
Then I having closed my eyes we
began again, and It was astonishing
with what rapidity the thick-coming
picture begun to crowd upon that In
ner vision w ith which the Lord had en
dowed his faithful follower!
Of course I was Inclined now to Ink
the whole thing as an amusing Impos
ture; but presently, watching his face
und the curious "seeing" expression of
his eyes, and noting the exactitude of
oue or two pictures, I begun to feel
thnt. however much he might lie In
I U IV
venting or elaborating, there was some
substratum of truth In what he was
The first pictures that came to htm
were merely pictures, though astonish
ingly clear ones, of Webster's boat, the
Flamingo, of Webster himself, and of
the men and the old dog Sailor; but In
all this he might have been visualizing
from actual knowledge. Tet the de
tails were curiously exact Presently
his gaze becoming more fixed:
"I see yon anchored under little
settlement Too are rowing ashore.
Dere are little pathways running up
among de coral rock, and a few white
houses. Seems to be forest; big
trees not like Nassau trees and
thick brush everywhere ; all choked up
so thick and dark, cant see nut'n.
Wait minute, dough. Dere seems to
be old houses all sunk In and los', like
old ruins. Can't see dem for de brush.
Andwalt Lord love yon, sar, but I'se
afraid I seem to see a big light com
ing up trough de brush from far under
de ground Just like yon see old rot
ten wood shining la de dark deep,
deep down. Didn't I tell you de Lord
gave me eyes to see Into de bowels of
de earth? It's de bowels of de earth
for sure all lit op and shining. Praise
de Lord It am de gold, for certain,
all hidden away and shining dere un
der de ground"
'"Can't- yon see It closer, clearer?" I
exclaimed Involuntarily; "get some
Idea of the place It's In?"
The old man gazed with a renewed
"No," he said presently, and his dis
appointed tone seemed to me the best
evidence yet of his truth, "I only see a
little golden mist deep, deep down un
der de ground ; now It Is fading away.
It's gone ; I can only see de woods and
de ruins again."
This brought his virions to an end.
The spirits obstinately refused to
muke'any more pictures, though, the
old mun continued to gaze on In the
decanter stopper for fully five min
utes. CHAPTER III.
In Which We Take Ship Once More.
The discovery which through any
friend the deuler In "murine curiosi
ties" I hud made, or believed myself
to have made, of the situation of
Henry P. Toblns' second "ikkI" of
treuHure, fitted exactly with Charlie
Webster's wishes for our trip, smull
stock ax he effected to take In It at the
"Short Shrift Island" lay a few miles
to the northwest of Andros Island.
Now Andros Is a greut huunt of wild
duck, not to speak of thnt more august
bird, the flamingo. Attraction number
one for the good Charlie. Then, though
It Is some hundred and fifty miles long
and some fifty miles broad at Its
broadest, It has never yet, It Is said,
been entirely explored.
Its center Is still a mystery. The
natives declare It Is haunted, or at all
events Inhabited by somo strange peo
ple no one has yet approached close
enough to see. You can see their
houses, they say, from a distance, but
ns you approach them, thoy disappear.
Here, therefore, seemed an excellent
place for Tobias to take cover In.
Charlie's duck-shooting preserves, end
less marl lakes Islanded with man
grove copses, Iny on the fringe of this
mysterious region. 80 Andros wns
plainly marked out for our destina
Bailor had watched his muster get
ting his guns really for some days,
and, doubtless, memories stirred in
him of Scotch moors they hud shot
over together. He raised his head lo
the night wind mid sniffed Impatiently,
ns though he already scented the wild
duck on Andros Islund. He wns Im
patient, like the rest of us, because.
though It was an hour past sailing
time, we bad still lo collect two of the
crew. The two loiterers turned up at
lust and, all preliminaries being 11 1
length disposed of, we threw off the
mooring ropes and presently there was
heard that most exhilarating of sounds
to Ultimo who ioves i.ii.l.ao the 1 -pllng
of the ropes thtouh tiie blocks
us our muinsall began to rise up high
against the moon which was beginning
to look out over the huge block of the
Colonial hotel, the sea wall of which
ran along as far as our mooring. A
few llghta In Ita windows here and
there broke the blank darkness of Its
facade, glimmering through the ave
nues of royal palms. I am thus ex
plicit because of something that pres
ently happened and which stayed the
malnsull in Its rippling ascent.
A tall figure was running along the
sea wall from the direction of the ho
tel, calling out, a little breathlessly. In
a rich young voice as It ran:
Wait a minute there, you follows!
Walt a minute!"
We were already moving, parallel
with the wall, sad at leant twelve feet
away from It, by the time the figure
that of a tall hoy, cowboy-hatted and
picturesquely outlined In the hnlf
light stopped Just ahead of us. He
raised something that looked like a
bug In his right band, culling out
"Catch" as he did so; and. a moment
after, before a word could be spoken.
be took a flying lrap and landed j
amongst us, plump In the cockpit and I
wns clutching first one of us and then ;
the other, ti keep his balance.
"Did It. by Jove!" he exclaimed In j
beautiful English accent, and then ;
started laughing as only absurd dare- j
devil yuuug-ters can.
"Forgive mc!" he said, aa soon as he
could get bla breiilh, "but I had to do
It. Heaven knows what the old 111110.
"You're something of a long Jump V
"Oh! I have done my twenty-two
snd an eighth on a broad running
Jump, but I had ru? chance for a run
then'," answered the bid, carelessly.
Before a Word Could Be Spoken, He
Took a Flying Leap.
"But suppose you'd hit the water In
stend of the deck?"
"What of It? Can't one swim?"
"I guess you're all right, young
man," said Charlie, softened; "but
. . . well, we're not taking passen
gers." The words had a familiar sound.
They were the very ones I had used
to Tobias, ss he stood with his hand on
the gunwale gf the Maggie Durllng.
I rapidly conveyed the coincidence
and the difference to Charlie. It
struck me as odd. I'll admit, thnt our
Second start. In this respect, should
be so like the first. Meanwhile, the
yonng man was answering, or rather
pleading, In a boyish way:
"Don't call me a passenger; I'll help
work the bor.t. I ll tell the truth. 1
heard never mind how about your
trip, and I'm Just nutty about burled
treasure. Come, be a sport. We can
let the old guv'nor know, somehow
. . . and It won't kill him to tear his
holr for a day or two. He knows I
can take care of myself."
"Weill snld Charlie, after thinking
awhile In hlg slow way, "we'll think It
over. Tou can come along till the
morning. Then I can get a good look
nt you. If I don't like your looks we'll
still be ablo to put you off ut West
End; and If I do well rlght-ho I
Now, boys," he shouted, "go ahead
with the sails."
Once more there wns that rippling
of the ropes through the blocks, as our
mainsail rose up high against the
moon and filled proudly with the
steady northeast breeze we hod been
waiting for. 1
So two or three hours went by, as
we plunged on, to the seething sound
of the water, and the singing of our
sails, and all the vurlous rumor of
wind and sea. After all, It was good
music to sleep to and, for all my scorn
of sleeping landsmen, an Irresistible
drowsiness stretched me out on the
roof of the little cabin, wonderfully
rocked Into forgetfulness.
Mv nan came to sn end snddenly,
ns though some one hud flung me out
through a door of blue and gold into a
new-horn world. There was the sun
rising, the moon still on duty, and the
morning star divinely naked In the
And there was Charlie, bis broad
face beaming with boyish happiness,
and something like a fatherly gentle
ness In his eyes, as he watched hla
companion at the tiller, whom, for a
hnlf-aslecp moment of waking, I
couldn't account for, till our start all
came back to me, when I realized that
It was our young scapegrace of over
night. Charlie and he evidently were
on the best of terms aTreaily.
Old Tom had been busy with hrenk
fast and soon the smells of coffee and
freshly made "Johnny-cake" and fry
ing bacon competed not unsuccessfully
with the various fragrances of the
Breakfast over, Charlie filled his
pipe, assuming, as he did so, a Judicial
aspect. I filled mine and our yiwtig
friend followed suit by taking a silver
cigarette case from his pocket and
Striking a match on the leg of his
khukl knickerbockers with a profes
"All set?" asked Charlie, and, after
a slight pause, he went on:
"Now, young mnn, you can see we
are iieiirliig the end ot the island. An
other half mile will bring us to West
Knit Whether we put you ashore
there, or tuke yrni along, depends on
your answers to my questions."
"Fire away," answered the youth,
blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke In
a delicate splrul up Into the morning
sky; "but I've really told you all I
have to tell."
"No; yon haven't told ns how yon
came to kmnv of our trip, what we
were supposed to be after, and w hen
we were starting."
"That's true!" flushed the lad. mo
mentarily losing his composure. Then,
partly regaining t; "Is It necesury to
answer that question?"
"Absolutely," answered Ctarlle, be
ginning to look really serious.
"Because, If yon don't mind . , .
well, I'd Just as soon not."
"For that very reason I .want to
know. We are out on a more serious
business than perh.ips you realise, and
your answer may mean more to us
than you think."
"I'm sure It cannot be of such Impor
tance to you Really, It's htnlly (air
for me to tell. I should have to give
away a friend."
"I'm sorry, but I shall have to In
sist" replied Charlie, looking very
"All right then." answered the
youth, lovklng him straight In the eyes,
"put me ashore."
"No; I won't do that now. either,"
declared Charlie, sternly setting his
Jaw. "I'll put you iu irons, rather
and keep you on bread and water till
yon answer my questions."
"Tou will, eh?" retorted the youth,
flashing fire from his fine yes. And
as he sptike, quick as thought, he
leeped up on to the gunwale and, with-
out hesitation, dived Into the greut
But Charlie was quick, too. Like a
flash he grubbed one of the boy's an
kles, so that the beautiful dive was
spoiled; and there was the boy, hang
ing by an Imprisoned leg over the
ship's side, a helpless captive his
arms In the water and his leg strug
gling to get free. But he might as well
have struggled against the grip of
Hercules. In another moment Charlie
hud him hauled ubuard again, his eyes
full of tears of boyish rage and hu
miliation. "Yon young fool!" exclaimed Char
lie. 'The water round here Is thick
- 1 ' .V " i
"You Young Fooll" Exclaimed Charlie.
with sharks; you wouldn't hnve gone
fifty yards without one of them get
"Sharks!" gasped out the boy, con
temptuously. "I know more about
sharks thun you do." ,
"You seem to know a good many
things I don't," suld Chnrlle, whose
grlmness had evidently relaxed a little
at the lad's display of mettle. Mean
while, my temper was beginning to
rise on behalf of our young passenger.
"I tell you what, Chnrlle," I Inter
posed ; "If you are going to keep this
up, you'd better count me out on this
trip and set us both ashore at West
End. You're milking a fool of your
self. The lad's ull right."
The boy shot me a warm glance of
"All right," ogreed Charlie, begin
ning to lose his temper, too. "I'm
damned If I don't." And, his hand on
the tiller, he made as If to turn the
bout about and tuck for the shore.
"No! no!" cried the boy, springing
between us und appeallugly laying one
hand on Charlie's shoulder, the other
on mine. "You mustn't let me spoil
your trip. I'll compromise. And, skip
per, I'll tell your friend here nil there
Is to tell everything I swear If you
will leave It to his Judgment"
"Right-o!" agreed Charlie at lust;
so oitr passenger and I thereupon
withdrew for our conference.
It was soon over and I couldn't help
laughing aloud nt the simplicity of It
"Just ns I told yon, Chnr'le," I ex
claimed ; "It's innocence Itself." Turn
ing to the lad, I until : "Dear hoy,
there is really no need to keep such a
Kiimll secret as that from the skipper
here. You'll really have to let n.e tell
The boy nodded acquiescence.
"All the some, I gave my word," he
When I told Chnrlle the Innocent se
cret, he laughed as I had done, and '
his usual good humor instantly re
turned. The stubbornly held secret had
merely amounted to this: Our lad was
acquainted with my conchologlst, and
had paid him a visit the very after
noon I did, hud In fact seen me leav
ing the house. Answering to the boy's
romantic talk of buried treasure and
so forth, the shell enthusiast had
thought no harm to tell him of our
projected trip: and thnt wns the whole
of the mysterious matter. .
Yet the day wns not to end without
a little Incident which, slight though
Indeed It was, was momentarily to
arouse Charlie's suspicions of our
charming young companion once more.
Presently. In the far southwest, tiny
point like a row of pins began very
faintly to run re themselves along the
sky-line. They were palm trees,
though you could not make them out
to be such, or anything In particular,
till bug after. One darker point
seemed closer than the rest.
There's High Cay!" rang out the
rich young voice of our passenger,
whom we'd half forgotten In our tense
scanning of the horiion. Charlie and
I both turned to him together In sur
prise and h'.s fa,. Certainly be
trayed the eenfnslnn cf one w ho has
let "something slip involuntarily.
"Ho! ho! young man," cried Charlie,
bis face darkening again, "what do
you know about High Csy? I thought
this was your first trip."
"So it Is," answered the boy, "on
"What do you mean: 'on the sea?"
"I mean that I've done It many
time on the chart. I know every
bluff and roof and shoul and cay
around Andros from Morgan's Bluff
to Washington's Cut
Tou do, ehr
"On the chart. Why. I've studied
charts since I was. a kid. and gone
every kind of voyage you can think of
' playing at buccaneeriug or whaling.
or discovering the north pole. Every
kid does that."
They do, eh?" said Charlie, evi
dently quite unimpressed. "I never
"That's because you've about as
much Imagination us a turnip In that
head of yours," I broke In. In defense
of my youkg Apollo.
"Maybe. If you're so smart," contin
ued Charlie, paying no attention to
me, "you can navigate us through the
"Mjiybe!" answered our youngster
pertly, with on odd little smile. He
had evidently recovered his nerve, and
seemed to take pleasure In piquing
In Which We Enter the Wilderness.
Andros, as no other of the Islands,
Is surrounded by a ring of reefs
stretching ull around Its coasts. We
were Inside the breakwater of the
reefs and the rolling swell of ocean
gave way at once to a inlllpond calm
ness. We were at the entrance of
North bight, one of the three bights
which, dotted ,with numerous low-lying
cuys, breaks up AndYon Island in
the middle and allows a pussnge
through a muze-llke archipelago direct
to the northwest end of Culm. Here
on the northwest shore Is a femull and
very lonely settlement one of the two
or three settlements on the else-deserted
Island Behrlng's point.
Here we dropped anchor and Char
He, who had some business ashore,
proposed our landing with him; but
here again our passenger aroused his
suspicions though Heaven knows
why by preferring to remain aboard.
"Please let me off," he requested In
his most toii-lofty EnRllsh accent. "You
can see for yourself that there's noth
ing of Interest nothing but a beastly
lot of nigger cabins, und dirty coral
rock that will cut your boots to pieces.
I'd much rather smoke and wait for
you In peace;" and, taking out his
wise ond lighting a cigarette, he
waved It gully to us ns we rowed off.
He had certainly been light nliout
Behrlng's point Charlie was absurdly
certain thnt he had known It before,
and had some renson for not landing
for n more forlorn and poverty
stricken foothold of humanity could
hardly be conceived ; a poor little clus
ter of negro cabins, Indeed, scram
bling up from the bench, ond with no
streets but craggy pathways in and
out 'among the gray clinker-like cortiL
But It wns touching to And even
here that, though the whole worldly
goods of the community would scarce
ly have fetched ten dollars, the souls
of men were still held worth caring
for; for presently we cume upon a
pretty little church, with a sehoolhouse
nenr by, while from tke roof of an ad
jacent building we were balled by a
plensant-faccd white man, busy with
It wns the good priest of the little
place. Father Scraplon, disguised In
overalls nnil the honest grime of his
labor; like a true Benedictine, pray
ing with his strong and skillful hands.
Father Seraplon mid Charlie were
old friends, and Chnrlle took occasion
to confide In him with regard to To
bias, nud. to his huge delight, discov
ered that a man answering very close
ly to his description had dropped In
there with a large sponger two days
before. He hud only stopped long
enough to buy rum at the little store
nenr the binding and had been off
again thrnngh the bight, sailing west.
Father Sernplon, who knew Chnrlle
Webster's shooting ground, promised
to send a swift messenger should any
thing further of Interest to tii come
to his knowledge within the next week
Then we sailed away from Behrlng's
point, due west through the North
bight. Morning found u sailing
through a maze of low-lying desert Is
Inmls of a bewildering sameness of
shiMM1 nnd size, with practically noth-'1
lug to distinguish nie from another.
We had hoil to rench our cinup,
out on the other side of the Island,
thnt evening, but that dodging the
shoals and sticking in the mud hnd
considerably delayed us. Besides,
though Chnrlle and the captain both
hated to admit It, we hud lost our
way. So night begun to fall and, as
there Is no snllltig In such waters at
night, xwe once more cast anchor un
der a gloomy, black ahape of land, ex
ceedingly lonesome and forgotten
loing, which we agreed to call "Lit
tle Wood cuy" till morning.
Soon all were asleep except Sailor
and me. I lay awake for a long time
watching the square yard of stars that
shone down through the hatch In our
cahln ceiling like a little window look
ing into eternity, while the waters lap
ped and lapped outside, and the night
talked strangely to Itself. Next morn
ing Charlie and the captain were
forced to own up that the island, dis
covered to the day, was not Little
Wood cay. No humiliation goes deep
er w ith a sailing man than having to
nsk his way. Besides, who was there
to ask In thnt solitude? Doubtless a
cormorant flying overhead knew It,
but no one thought to ask him.
However, we were In luck, for, after
sailing about a bit, we came upon two
lonely pegroes standing up fn their
boats and thrusting long poles Into the
They Were Sponging.
water. They were sponging mowt
melancholy of occupations and they
looked forlorn enough In the still
drtwn. But they had a smile for our
plight. It was evidently it good Joke
to have mistaken Sapodilla cay for
Little Wood cay. Of course we should
have gone "so." And "so" we pres
ently went, not without rewarding
them for their Information with two
generous drinks of old Jamaica ruin.
One of our reasons for seeking Lit
tle Wood coy, which It proved hnd
been close nil the time, was that It t
one of the few cays where oue can get
fresh water. "Good water here," says
the chart. We wanted to refill somo
of our Jars, and so we landed there,
glud to stretch our legs, whDe old Tom
cooked our breakfast on the beach, un
der a eupodillu tree.
Now thut we knew where we were,
it was clcur, but by no meuns careless
sailing to our cump. We were.muklug
for what la known as the Wide Open
ing, a sort of estuary Into which a
listless stream or two crawl through
mangrove bushes from the interior
Here, a short dlstnnce from tho
bank, on some slightly ascending
rocky ground, under the spreading
shade of something like a stretch ut
woodland, Chnrlle, several years ago,
hud built a rough log shitnly for bis
camp one of two or three cumps he
hud thus scattered for himself up nnil
down the "out Islands," where nearly
all the bind is 110 man's, and so every
man's lund. The purtlculur camp at
which we now arrived he had not vis
ited for a long time.
Here Tom brought us our dinner
and the dark begun to settle down
upon us, thrllllngly lonely, and full of
strange, desolute cries of night crea
tures, from the mangrove swumps thnt
surrounded our little oasis for miles.
Sailor luy at our feet, dreaming of to
morrow's duck. His master's thoughts'
were evidently In the same direction.
"How ure you with a gun?" he
asked, turning to the boy,
"Ob, I wou't brag. I had better wait
till tomorrow. But, of course, you will
hnve to lend me a gun."
"I hnve a beauty for you Just your
weight," replltnl Charlie, his face
beaming ns It did only nt the thought
of his guns, which be kept polished
like Jewels and guarded us Jeulously
as a violinist his violin, or an Arab his
Dawn wns Just breaking as I felt
Chuiiie's great paw on my shoulder
next morning. lie was very serloiw.
Fit a moment, as I sat up, still half
asleep, I thought he had news of To
bias. But It was only duck.
I was scarcely dressed when Tom
arrived with breakfast, and In a few
minutes we hnd shouldered our guns)
and were crossing the half mile of
peaty waste that divided us from the
marl lakes. Ahead of us, the crew
were currying the skiffs on their shoul
ders, und very soon we were each
seated In regulation fashion on a enn
vns chair In front of our respective
skiffs, with our guns across our knees
and a negro behind us to do the poi-'
Chnrlle went ahead, with Sailor
standing in the bow quivering with ex
citement. The necessity of absolute
silence, of course, had been ImpresMHl
upon ns nil by the most severe of an
sportsmen. Tom (who wns poling mo)
hand I understood that our Job, Hnd '
also thnt of my companion, was to 1
steul behind one mangrove copse after
another till we had got on the other
side of a quacking flock of teal
which might then be expected to tuke
flight In Charlie's direction and rush
by him In a terrified whirlwind. This
not very easy fint of stalking we were
able to accomplish, therehy winning
Charlie's Immense approval and put
ting him In a plendld temper for the
rest of the dny ; for, as the wild cloud
swept over him, he was able to bring
down no less than seven. Like a true
sportsman. In telling the story after
ward In John Saunders' snuggery, b
averred that the number was nine I ,
(Continued Next Saturday.)
Too plant of the Oregon Lumber
company on Deal Point creek In Hood
River county was destroyed by fire
last Friday. The lom is 20,000.
The late rejHirts from tf-nMPfs com
ing from Tillamook and Neur- txneh-
'es by way of Sheridan - - :te ef
fect that the roads are frfie'- J'.y im-fa-sable.