Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1880-12-18


mails, he followed the chase. all unsuc-
cessfully, for miles before thinking of
returning to the boat When he did
think of it, he began to look about him,
and was nightly surprised with his
surroundings. The country was bleak
and barren, nothing but volcanic rocks,
without a single tree or shrub. Here
and there were rents in the earth. at the
dark bottom of which small but rapid
streamlets sped tortuously along
through masses Of lichen, while heavy
volumes of steam, impregnating the
air with sulphurous odor, rose from
other ravines; giving the Swede the
impression that he was looking upon a
piece of the earth as it must have been
before ever living creature put foot
thereon.
Finding that his shipmates had de-
parted without him, Jorgenson camped
out for the night. In the morning he
sought for something to breakfast upon;
fruitless quest taking him to the
top of hill, when, falling backward.
he rolled down a gulch on the land
side. the stock of his rifle striking
against and breaking one of number
of pebble-like objects, which examina-
ton showed to be thin shell of lime
or sulphur or something. he could not
tell exactly what, covering a quantity
of jelly of light rose-color, composed
of an intinity OF minute cells. through
which stretched number of tlossy
ligaments. Taking small quantity on
his finger, he applied his tongue to it
nd ht,t
gusted with the taste that he pitched
the shell away, and went back to his
post, to watch for the White Wave.
After watching for some hours the
hungry fellow fell into deep sleep,
from which he was awakened by sem
sation similar to that he had experienced
years before when pulled, half-drowned,
out of one Of his native fjords: but his
hunger had gone, he felt refreshed. and
found he could walk without fatigue,
and naturally gave the nauseous Jelly
the credit of it.
Next day he visited the gulch again,
and took another taste of the jelly;
again came deep sleep. from which he
awoke. as before, free from hunger or
WEAKNESS; but to his establishment his
clothes had become so tight that he
could hardly move in them. his sea-
boots seemed few sizes too small, and
the sleeves of his knitted jacket were
almost up to his elbows. STOPPING to
pick up his rifle, he found that too had
shrunk, or rather that he himself had
stretched and grown under tine influ-
ence Of the wonderful food. and that
his physical powers had increased with
his bulk. While testing the latter by
flinging the pieces of rock into the sea,
Jorgenson beheld the White Wave bear
ing down the coast. signaling with the
small brass piece she carried. He re-
piled with his rifle, and after filling his
pockets with the mysterious pebbles,
made for the beach, and soon was well
coined by his puzzled mess-mates.
Should our readers discredit this
strange tale, which reads like fore
castle yarn it must be confessed. here
is the sad end of it, ''literaily tran
scribed," says the San Francisco Ctron-
icie, from the log of the White Wave:
October 8, lS79-Lat. 57.47 N, Long.
IA. 10 W. Jorgenson is dead and l |
don't know what to make of it. Ever |
since he came aboard from the island |
his health has been good, but the re- |
markable swellin' have gone on until |
yesterday we were obliged TO bring him |
up on deck, as he had crowd so that |
was afeared we should not be able to
get through the companion-way. was
sitting beside him when he died, and
had Just ask him how do you feel now.
He said all over pins and needles like.