Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1888-09-25

the fusitiycs. Deane had Just time TO
throw his .Dthes over his am and start
/ at full speed through the bush. followed
by his Haus-a attendants. They could
hear the shouts of the Arabs who were ON
their trail for hours, and every nerve was
strained to distance the pursuers. AT
last the noises behind them grew fainter,
and by noon il was evident that the
enemy had grown weary of the chase.
Then the hunted little psrty stopped for
breathing spell.
1t was a woebegone ani almoi hope
less band Of fuSitives. In the mad race
for life every Haussa had lost his gun,
and not weapon Of any sort was left in
the party. One by one Deane had
dropped his garments, and he had moth
ing left except small military cape,
which lac threw over his shoulders. In
the midst Of an African Jungle he had
not the slightest Protection for his bleed
ing feet, and even il he had saved his
boots he would not hive dared 10 put
them on, for the tracks would have in
stantly revealed TO any proving Arab or
hostile native that wlite man was in
the neighborhoOd. A oannibal tribe,
with whom Deane himS II had had a
serious fight, lined the riur below, anG
he dared not appeal TO thea for succor.
He was about 800 miles fcn the near
est white station ct Bengla. All that
could be done was 10 struig le down the
river, through the dense b,Rh and for
ests, several miles inland, avoiding all
The tribes, except one or two that were
known to be friendly, and liyil Z on what
ever they could pick up tLat1 would
afford nutriment.
For four weeks this white castaway in
Central Africa, almost naked, and weak
with hunger and fatigue, wandered
through the solitudes Of the country. The
nights were cold, but the only covering
the fugitiyes had was dried leaves, which
they hcapcd over themselves as they lay
down on the bare earth under the trees.
They found many wild grapes and sou.e
other fruits Of the forest, but these alone
would not give them strength 10 keep up
the hard march. An occasional monkey
or bird would have been a delighted ad-
dition to their food supplies, but without
guns they could not obtain game of any
sort. They did what any one else would
do when fighting against starvation.
Many African tribes esteemed fried ants
as great delicacy. Whenever our fugi-
tiyes came to a prosperous colony Of ants
they laid in a supply. Then many cater
pillars crossed their path, and these urea
sures were carefully slowed away in q
cartridge box. At dinner time the party
would build fire, roast their ants and
Iaterpillars, and disguise these solid
siands as much as possible with mouth
iuls Of grapes and other fruit. 1t was
anything but palatable food. but it kept
life in their bodies. though the poor fel-
lows became so weak that they could
travel only three or four miles day.
At last they came TO the Bakumu tribe,
who live along the river. and the fugi-
lives thought they might safely reveal
themselves TO these people. Their con-
iidencc was not betrayed, and the fugi-
tives were supplied with provisions which
very agreeably varied their caterpillar
diet. Meanwhile the Bangala who de-
serted Deaue at Stanley Falls had reached
home in canoes, and informed Capt. Co
quilhat Of the unhappy plight Of his
brother officer. The captain at once
started to the rescue ON little steamer
lie found Stanley Falls station burned TO
the ground. and as he lay ia the river he
had lI. exchange Of compliments with
the Arabs in a rafting fire Of mlsketry.
II was csiient that Deane had either been
killed lr was making his way down
stream.
Then bagaA a search along the river
banks Tor The unfortunate white Il. q,
but no trace was found until Coqmlhat
reached the Basumu, who told him that
two days before they had relcaved the
necessities Of the fugitiyes. A few miles
inland in a deserted hut the rescuers
found the naked white man. IL was
time. Deane was absolutely worn out.
tbs face was badly swollen, his eyes
were sunken, and he could hardly crawl.
He had no disease, but famine had nearly
used lin up.
This bitter experience did not wean
Deane from his love Of African adventure.
He remained in the service Of the Congo
Free State, and he is one of the very few
Shite men who have ever perished in
charge Of enraged elephants, though
Baker and several writers have given
vivid descriptions of this danger which
hunters sometimes encounter. = New
York sun.