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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1909-08-19, Page 7THE 1YSTERY Bij STEWART EDWARD WHITE And SAMUEL IHOPKINS ADAMS COPYRIGHT. 1907 BY rdcCLUItE. PHILLIPS & CO. fain establishraent. By Thursday at latest another would be iustalled. I learned curious facts about seals in those days. The hunting did not ap- peal to me particularly, because it seemed to me useless to kill so large an animal for so small a spoil. Still it was a means to my all absorbing end, and I confess that the stalking, the lying belly down on the sun warm- ed grass over the surge and under the clear sky was extremely pleasant. While awaiting the return of the big bull often we had opportunity to wateh the others at their daily affairs, an(, even the unresponsive Thrackles w truck -with their almost human if • : hence. Did you know that seals le each other and weep tears when g. el? :e men often discussed among e:.nselves the narrow,dry cave. There the animals were practically penned In. They agreed that a great killing could be made there, but the impossi- bility of distinguishing between the bulls and the cows deterred them. The cave was quite dark. Immersed in our own affairs thus, the days, weeks and months went by. Events had slipped beyond my con- trol. I had embarked on a journalis- tic enterprise, and now that purpose .was entirely out of my reach. Up the valley Dr. Schermerhorn and his assistant were engaged in some ex- periment of whose very nature I was still ignorant; also I was likely to re- main so. The precautions taken against interference by the men were equally •effective against me. As if that were not enough, any move of investigation on my part would be radically misinterpreted and to my own danger by the men. I might as well have been in London. however, as to my first purpose in this adventure I had evolved another plan and therefore was content. I made up my mind that on the voyage :tome, if nothing prevented, I would tell my story to Percy Darrow and throw myself on his mercy. The re- sults of the experiment would proba- bly by then be ready for the public, and there was no reason, as far as I could see, why I should not get the "scoop" at first hand. Certainly my sincerity would be without question, and I hoped that two years or more of service such as I had rendered would tickle Dr. Scher- merhorn's sense of his own impor- tance. So adequate did this plan seem that I gave up thought on the 'subject. My whole Iife now lay on the shores. I was not again permitted to board the Laughing Lass. Captain Selover 1,saw twice at a distance. Both times he seemed to be rather uncertain, The men did not remark it. The days went by. I relapsed into that state so well known to you all when one seems ,caught in the meshes of a dream ex- istence which has had no beginning and which is destined never to have an end. We were to hunt seals and fish and pry bivalves from the rocks at low tide and build fires and talk and al- ternate between suspicion • and securi- ty, between the danger of sedition and the insanity of men without defined ;purpose, world without end forever. CHAPTER XIX. H1I inevitable happened. One noon Pulz looked up from his labor of pulling the whiskers from the evil smelling masks. {`How many of these things we got?" he inquired. "About three bender' and fifty," 'Thrackles replied. "Weil, we've got enough, for me. I'm sick of this job. it stinks." They looked at each other. I could see the disgust rising in their eyes, the reek of rotten blubber expanding their nostrils. With one accord they cast .aside the masks. "It ain't such a fortune," growled nd in the Traveler's Grip Tho means by which ho cured a very seveye ease of piles Very many traveling salesmen know what it is to suffer from itching piles and will read with interest the follow- ing letter: Mr. W..1. Saunders, salesman for the Sawyer -Massey Co., and who lives at Killarney, Man,, states: "After hav- ing suffered for three years with a very had case of piles a friend recommended Dr. Obese 's Ointment and I cannot now !peak too highly of same: After hay - mg used two boxes of Dr. Chase's Oint- ment I can truthfully say that I um cured of piles, and cheerfully recent - :need it to anyone suffering from this complaint, 1 am never without a -box of this ointment in my grip." It ie impossible to claim too much for Dr, Chase's Ointment as a cure for every town of itching, bleeding and protruding piles. It seems to have no rival in this regard and the teeerd of .lutes is simply wonderful. Neatly any druggist can tell you of tbcortes of cures that have come to his notice. Some of these effeeted even .after surgical operations lied failed, f0 -emits n. box, at all dealers or IMinatison, Sates & Co., Toronto. Pulz, his evil little white face thrust forward. "There's other things worth all the seal trimmin's of the islands." "Diemen's," gloomed the nigger. "You've hit it, doctor," cut in Solo- mon. There WR were again, back to the old difficulty, only worse. Idleness de- scended on us again. We grew touchy on little things, as a misplaced plate, a shortage of firewood, too deep a draft at the nearly empty bucket. The noise of bickering became as constant as the noise of the surf. If we valued' peace, we kept our mouths shut. The way a man spat or ate or slept or even breathed became a cause of irritation to every other member of the company. We stood the outrage as long as we could; then we objected in a wild and ridiculous explosion which communi- cated its heat to the object of our wrath. Then there was a fight. It needed only liquor to complete the de- plorable state of affairs. Gradually the smaller things came to worry us more and more. A certain harmless singer of the cricket or per- haps of the tree toad variety used to chirp his innocent note a short distance from our cabin. For all I know he had done so from the moment of our installation, but I had never noticed him before. Now I caught thyself lis- tening for his irregular recurrence with every nerve on the quiver. If he de- layed by ever so little, it was an agony, yet when he did pipe up his feeble strain struck to my heart cold and paralyzing like a dagger. And with every advancing minute of the night I became broader awake, more tense, fairly sweating with nervousness. One night—good God, was it only last Week? It seems ages ago, another ex- istence, a state cut off from 'this by the wonder of a transmigration at least. Last week! I did not sleep at all. The moon had risen, had mounted the heavens and now was sailing overhead. By the fretwork of its radiance through the chinks of our rudely built cabin I had marked off the hours. A thunderstorm rumbled and flashed, hull down over the horizon. It was many miles dis- tant, and yet I do not donbt that its electrical influence had dried the mois- ture of our equanimity, leaving us rat- tling busks for the winds of destiny to play upon. Certainly I can remember no other time in a rather wide expe- rience when I have felt myself more on edge, more choked with the rest- less, purposeless nervous energy that leaves a man's tongue parched and his eyes staring. And still that infernal cricket or whatever it was chirped. I had thought myself alone in my vigil, but when finally I could stand it no longer and kicked aside my cov- ering, with an oath of protest, I was surprised to hear it echoed from all about me. "0— that cricket!" I cried. And the dead shadows stirred from the bunks, and the hollow eyed vic- tims of insomnia crept out to curse The darkness in front of vis was WW1 with fiery eyeballs. their tormentor. We organized an ex- pedition to hunt hum down. It was ri- diculous enough, six strong men prowl- ing for the life of orae poor little insect. We did not find him, however, thotigh we succeeded in silencing him. But' no sooner were we back in our bunks than he began it again, and such was the turmoil of our nerves that day found us sitting wan abont a fire, hug- ging our Anees. We were so genuinely emptied..not so Bruch by the cricket as by the two years of fermentation, that not one of tis stirred toward breakfast. In fact, not one of us moved from the listless attitude in which day found him until after 9 o'clock. Theis we pulled our- selves together end Cooked coffee and salt horse. As a signiflnnitt fact, the nigger left the dishes unwashed, and no one eared. Bandy Sdtomou finally hook Wm - tele and arose. "I'm siek of title," said he. "km go• in' seal hunting." They arose without a word, They were sick of it, too ---sick to death. We were a silent, gloomy crew indeed as we thrust the surfboat afloat, clam- bored in and shipped the oars. No one spoke a word; no one had a comment to make, even when we saw the rook- ery slide into the water While we were still fifty yards from the beach. We pulled back slowly along the coast. Beyond the rock we made out the en- trflnce to the dry cave. "There's seal in there!" cried Handy Solomon, "Lots of 'coal" Ito thrust the rudder over, and we headed for the cave. No one express- ed an opinion. As it was again high tide, we rowed In to the steep shore inside the cave's mouth and beached the boat. The place was full of seals. We could hear them bellowing. "Two of you stand here," shouted IIandy Solomon, "and take them as they go out! We'll go in and scare 'em down to you!" "They'll run over us!" screamed Pulz. "No, they won't, You can dodge up the sides when they go by." This was indeed well possible,' so WO gripped our clubs and ventured in- to the darkness. We advanced four abreast, for the cave was wide enough for that. As we penetrated the bellowing and bark- ing became more deafening. It was impossible to see anything, although we felt an indistinguishable tumbling mass receding before our footsteps. Thrackles swore violently as he stem - bled over a laggard. With uncanny abruptuess the black wall of darkness in front of us was alive with fiery eyeballs. The seals had reached the end of the caye and had turned toward us, We, too, stopped, a little uncertain as to how to proceed. The first plan had been to get behind the band and drive it slowly toward the entrance to the cave. This Was now seen to be impassible. The cav- ern was too narrow, Its sides at this point too steep and the animals too thickly congested. Our eyes, becom- ing accustomed to the twilight, now began to make out dimly the individ- ual bodies of the seals and the general configuration of the rocks. Ono big bowlder lay directly in our path, like an island in the shale of the cave's floor. Perdosa :stepped to the top of it for a better look. The men attempt- ed to communicate their ideas of what was to be clone, but could not make themselves heard above the uproar. 1 could see their faces contorting with the fury of being bated. A. big bull made a dash to get by. All the herd flippered after bins. If be had won past, they would have followed as obstinately as sheep and nothing could have stopped them, but the big ball went down beneath the clubs. Thrac- kles hit the animal two vindictive blows after it had succumbed. This settled the revolt, and we stood as before. Puiz and Handy Solomon tried to converse by signs, but evident- ly failed, for their faces showed augry in the twilight. Perdosa, on his rock, rolled and lit a cigarette. Thrackles paced to and fro, and the nigger lean- ed on his club farther down the cave. They had been left at the entrance, but now in lack of results had joined their companions. Now Thrackles approached and screamed himself black trying to im- part some plan. He failed, but stoop- ed and picked up a stone and threw it into the mass of seals. The others un- derstood. A shower of stones follow- ed. The animals milled like cattle, bellowed the louder, but would not face their tormentors. Finally an old cow flopped by in a panic. I thought they would have let her go, but she died a little beyond the bull. No more followed, although the men threw stones as fast and as hard as they were able. Their faces were livid with anger, like that of an evil tempered man wi'tsr an obstinate horse. Suddenly Handy Solomon put his TIM W1NCellikel. TIMES, AUGUST 19 Wins/ Was Taken Very tit with DIARRHOEA. WAS WEAK AND DISCOURAGED. DR. FOWLER'S EXTRACT OF WILD STRAWBERRY CURED !-l1Nl. Mr. T. W. 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We hit, but with- out apparent effect. New heads rose, the press behind increased. We gave ground. We stnggered, struggling des- perately to keep our feet. How long this lasted I cannot tell. It seemed hours. I know my arms be- came leaden from swinging my club. My eyes were full of sweat. My breath gasped. A sharp pain in my knee nearly doubled me to the ground, and yet I remember clamping to the thought that I must keep my feet, keep my feet at any cost. Then all at once I recalled the fact that I was armed. I jerked out the short bar- reled revolver and turned it loose in their faces. Whether the flash and detonation frightened them, whether Perdosa, still clinging to his rock, managed to turn their attention by his flanking ef- forts or whether, quite simply, the wall of dead finally turned them back I do not know, but with one accord they gave over the attempt. I looked at once for Handy Solomon and was surprised to see him still alive, standing upright on a ledge the other side of the herd. His clothing was literally torn to shreds, and he wns covered with blood. But in this plight he was not alone, for when I turned toward my companions they, too, were tattered, torn and gory. We were a dreadful crew, standing there in the half light, our chests heaving, our rags dripping red. For perhafes ten seconds no one moved. Then with a yell of demoniac rage my companions clambered over the rampart of dead seals and attacked the herd. The seals were now cowed and de- fenseless. It was a slaughter, and the most debauching and brutal I have ever known. I bad hit out with the rest when it had been a question of defense, but from this I turned aside in a sick loathing. The men seemed possessed of devils and of their unnat- ural energy. Perdosa cast aside the club 'and took to bis natural weapon, the knife. I can see him yet rolling over and over and embracing a big cow, his head jammed in an ecstasy of ferocity between the animal's frons flippers, his legs clasped to hold her body, only his right hand rising and falling as he plunged his knife again and again, She struggled, turning him over and under, wept great tears and fairly whined with terror and pain, Finally she was still, and Perdosa stag` gered to his feet, only to stare about him drunkenly for a moment before throwing himself with a screech on an- other victim. The nigger alone did not jump into the turmoil. He stood just down the cave, his club ready. Occasionally e disorganized ruSh to escape Would be made. The nigger's lips snarled and with a truly orad enjoyment he beat the poor animals back.• I pressed against the wall horrified, fascinated, unable either to interfere or to leave. After a little a tiny stret&nm. growing each moment, began to flow past nay feet. It sought its channel daintily, as streamlets do, feel' Ing among the stones in eddies, quiet pools, miniature falls anti rapids. 'For the moment 1 did trot realize whet it Could be. Then the light von;:ht it delta who're the trigger waited. and I saw it was red. At first the racket of th•e seals W1114 overpowering. Now gt•adeelly it was losing violent'e. 1 1 e nin, to h,'ni' tee binsphelnles. ferocio1s tries. smelting of anger hurled egitn:t the cavo wells by the teen, The thit'k. etic'.cy smell grew stt'onget•. the 1I:t'tt seemed to grow dimmer. as thota:'t It (ste tl a tt burn in that fetid nits .1 e'en1 came e , nee He mare .,tl-:in ,t at t.i-:i t nee 'Tooted 1 nl t from tier ryas. Then :rho Mitt✓rr,l atfitleswly away, out of her tutor wi;s with terror'. The sight finished mo I staggered name the length of t:u• black tunnel to the boat. After n long Interval n little three n eths' pup waddled dawn to the eel terns edge, aught .slght of rue e,n't with a squeal of fright, dived far. Poor little devil! I would not have hurt Hint for worlds. As far as I know, this was the only survivor of all that Ilerll. The men soon appeared, ono by one, tired, sleepy eyed, glutted, walking in a catlike trance of satiety. They were blood and tatters from head to foot, and from drying red masks peered their bloodshot eyes. Not a word sald they, but tumbled. into the boat, push- ed off, and in a monient we were float- ing to the full sunshine again. We rowed home in au abstraction. For the moment Berserker rage had burned itself out. handy Solomon continually wetted his lips, like an ani- mal licking its chops. Thrackles stared into space through eyes drugged with killing. No one spoke. We lauded in the cove and were sur- prised to dud it iu shadow. The after- noon was far advanced. Over the hill n -e dragged ourselves and down to the spring. There the men threw them- selves flat and drank in great gulps until they could drink uo more. We built a fire, but the nigger refused to cook. "Some one ease turn," he growled. "I cook aboard ship." Perdosa, who had hewed the fuel, at once became angry, "I cut heem de wood," he said. "I do my share. Eef I cut heem de wood you mus' cook 'teem de grub!" But the nigger shook his head, and Perdosa went into an ecstaey of rage. He kicked the fire to pieces. Ile scat- tered the unburned wood up and down the beach. Ile even threw some of it into the sea. "Eef you no cook heem de grub you no hab my wood!" he shrieked, with enough oaths to sink his soul. Finally Pulz interfered. "Here, you foreigners," said he, "quit it! Let up, I say! We got to eat. You let that wood. alone or you'll pick it up again!" Perdosa sprang at hint with a screech. Pulz was small, but nimble, and understood rough and tumble fighting. He met Perdosa's rush with two swift blows, a short arm jab and an uppercut. Then they clinched and in a moment were rolling over and over just beyond the wash of the surf. The row waked the nigger from his sullen abstraction. He seemed to come to himself with a start; his eye fell surprisedly on the combatants, then lit up with an unholy joy. Ile drew his knife and crept down on the fighters. It was too good an opportunity to pay off the Mexican, But Thrackles interfered sharply. "Come off" he commanded. "None o' that!" "Go to h—l!" growled the nigger. A great rage fell on them all, blind and terrible, like that leading to the slaughter of the seals. They fought indiscriminately, hitting at each other with fists and knives. It was difficult to tell who was against whom. The sound of heavy breathing, dull blows, the tear of cloth and grunts of punish- ment received; the swirl of the sand, the heave of struggling bodies, all riv- eted my attention, so that I did not see Captain Ezra SeIover until he stood almost at my elbow. "Stop!" he shrieked in, his high, falsetto voice. And would you believe it, even through the blood haze of their com- bat the men heard him and heeded? They drew reluctantly apart, got to their feet, stood looking at him through reeking brows half submissive and half defiant. The bullheaded Thrackles even took a half step forward, but froze in his tracks when Old Scrubs looked at him. "I hire you men to fight when I tell you to and only then," said the captain sternly. "What does this mean?" He menaced them one after another with his eyes, and one after another they quailed. And their plottings, their threats, their dangerousness dis- sipated like mist before the command of this one resolute man. These pirates who had Seemed so dreadful to me now were nothing mope than cringing schoolboys before their master. And thea suddenly to my horror 1, watching closely, saw the captain's eye turn blank. I am sure the men must have felt the change, though cer- tainly they were too far away to see it, for they shifted by ever so little from their first frozen attitude. The captains hand sought his pocket, and they froze again, but instead of the expected revolver he produced a half full brandy bottle. The change in his eyes had crept into his features. They had turned foolish- ly amiable, vacant, confiding. "'L lo, boys," said he appealingly. "You good fellows, ain't yeti? Have a drink. 'S good stuff. Good 01' bottl'.' Ito lurched, caught himself and ad- vanced toward them, still with the empty smile. They stared at him for ten seconds, quite at a loss. Then: "Ice's drunk!" Handy Solomon breathed, scarcely louder than a 'whis- per. There was no other signal given. They sprang as with n single impulse. One instant I saw clear against the waning daylight the bulky, foolish swaying form of Captain SeIover, the nest it had disappeared, carried down and obliterated by the rush of attaek- Ing bodies. Knives gleamed teddy in the snnsot. There was no struggle. I beard a deep groan. Then the murder - ors rose slowly to their feet I CHAPTER :tie. HAD plenty of time; to tun away. I do not know why I did not do so, but the fact stands that I retrained where I was until they bad finished Captain Selover. 'Then I took to my heels, but was soon cornered. I drew' any _meetly- er, remetnbereii that I had emptied it in the seal cavo and had tine for no more coherent mental processes. A smothering weight flung itself on Me, mununurnnun.1111 unuun.utrn++ninn,moumnue. ... x.01)" i..—__rug. i7egetablle PreparationforAs- similatll giheFoadi'tndRegtila- ling the Stcivachs can r,.Bnwcls of tilat Promotes Di4es lion,Cheerful- nessand Rest.Contai ns neither Opium,Morphiae Por Niimera1. 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Their plundering had gone only as far as liquor and arms, Thrac- kles let down from the cliff top a keg at the end of a Iine. Perdosa and the nigger each carried an armful of the 30-40 rifles. The keg was rolled to the fire and broached. The men got drunk, wildly drunk, but not helplessly so. A flame commu- nicated itself to them through the liquor. The ordinary characteristics of their composition sprung into sharper relief. The nigger became more sullen, Perdosa more snakelike, Pulz more viciously evil, Thrackles more brutal, while Handy Solomon, staggering from his seat to the open keg and back again, roaring fragments of a chanty, his red headgear contrasting with his smoky black hair and his swarthy hook nosed countenance—he needed no fur- ther touch. Their evil passions were all awake, and the plan, so long indefinite, devel- oped like a photographer's plate. "That's one gone," said Thrackles. "And now the diamonds," muttered Pulz. "There's a ship upon the windward, a wreck upon the lee. Down on the coast of tho high Bar - bare -e -e," roared Handy Solomon. "It's the best night's work we ever did. The stuff's ours. Then it's me for a big stone house in Frisco 0!" "Frisco!" sneered Pulz. "That's all you know. You ought to travel. Paris for me and a little girl to learn the language from." "I get heem a fine caballo an' fine saddle an' fine clo's," breathed Perdosa sefitimentally. "I ride and the silver jingle and the senorita look" -- "What you want, doctor?" they de- manded of the silent nigger. But the nigger only rotted' his eyes and shook his head. By and by he arose and disappeared in the dusk and was no more seen. "0— fool:" muttered Bandy Soto - mon. "Well, here's to crime!" lie drank a deep cup of the rase rum and staggered bacit to his seat on the sands. "'1 am nota man -o' -war, nor a priva- teer,' saict he, Blow high, blow low: what care we! 'But I am to jolly pirate, and I'm sailing for my fee; town on the coast of the high Ilar- bare-e-e.' he sang. "We'll land In 'Valparaiso anti we'll go every man his way, and we'll sin!: the old Laughing Lass so deep the mermaids can't find her." Thrackles piled on more woed, and the fire leaped high. "Let's get after 'one" said he. "Tomorrow's jes"'s good," stuttered Pnlz. "Les' hav' 'uother drink." "We'll stay here 'n see if our of frten' Percy don' show up," said Tlan- dy Solomon. He threw back his head and roared forth a volume of sound toward the dtm stars. "Broadside to broadside the gallant ships did lay, Blow high, blow low; what earn wet ''111 the Jolly man-o"war shot the pirate's Wiest away, .Down on the coast of the high Sar- bare -e -e." I sant* near me it live coal dislodged frotu the lire when Thrackies had -....._ ...aa - .iu •'tea ll,uiQ�t!(I� �1l�d1114,: �:•-�-'.�..-�..::".�!,�;?,-`„ ; ;(ie�:,��; iut,�Y+. At the edge of the wash 1 could make out something prone, dim, limp. . thrown on the armful of wood. An Idea came to me. I hitched myself to the spark and laid across it the rope with which my wrists were tied. This, behind my back, was not easy to ac- complish, and twice I burned niy wrists before I succeeded. Fortunate- ly I was at the edge of the illumina- tion and behind the group. I turned over on my side So that my back was toward the fire. Then rapidly I cast loose my ankle lashings. Thus I was free, and selecting a moment when universal attention was turned toward the rum barrel I rolled over a sand dune. got to my hands and knees and crept away. Through the coarse grass I crept thus to the very entrance of the ar- royo, then rose to my feet. In the middle distance the fire leaped red. Its glow fell intermittently on the surges rolling in. 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