Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-09-26

Sam. His other name was on the briggs
articles, on course, but I had not learned
it. He was an old sailor, blind Of one
eye, and when he had been brought out
he probably suspected for the first time
what was to follow Wrenching himself
from his guards, he seized q war club and
laid about him with such fury as to hold
the crowd at bay for four or five minutes.
He had no show, however, and was soon
knocked down and dragged of. When
the men returned after the feast heard
them discussing the meat. It was not so
good as in the previous case, and they laid
it to the fact that Sam had heated his
blood. It was suggested that the next
victim be made drunk before he was taken
out, and it was that suggestion that saved
my life.
That evening my companion and were
inspected by the chief and his two doc
tors. They came to our hut and ordered
us to strip. Our lean flesh disguised
them, and when they saw the sores they
were furious for time. The doctors
were ordered to put us on a diet and give
us something to purify our blood, and as
they went away the chief who seemed to
have personal spite against me, gave me
slap in the face and exclaimed:
''Ah, you lean, long wasted devil; I'll
roast you for my dogs if you don't fat
ten up!'
The visitors were to come again on the
third day, but on the second q gale set in,
and continued to blow and kick up such
heavy sea that they could not cross until
the sixth day. During this interval the
two of Us turned over many plans of es-
cape, but the guards never gave Us the
least opportunity to carry any Of them
out. Our hut was stoutly built, the peo-
pie around us were as keen as foxes, and
no outlook could be more gloomy. We
refused to eat or to imbibe the blood med
icine left with US, and the sores were by
this time in q very bad state. It would
be long time before the natives found US
choice morsels; but what feared was that
they would become impatient and knock
us On the head. 1t was plain that the
chief had taken dislike to me, and l felt
sure he would not allow me to live an
other week.
people from Little Cannibal came over
again, and everything was ready to feast
on the third sailors body. He was
must have realized the fate in store for
/
with made him desperately furious in
stead of quietly drunk. When they led
him out he broke away, backed into a
space between two huts and there, armed
with lance he had wrested from one Of
the men, he held them at bay. There
was immediate and great excitement.
There were two guards at our door. One
ran away at once. After a moment the
other called to a boy Of IA, and left him in
his place. The boy was excited and
anxious, and gave us no attention. AS
soon as I saw this went to the far cor
ner Of the hut and kicked out enough
Of the poles to permit me to crawl through.
My companion stood at the door to watch
the boy, and when l was ready called to
him. He was crossing the hut when l
slipped out into the grass and bushes and
started of. The sailor who was fighting
for his life must have given them ter
rible battle, for he held them fully ten
minutes and drew the whole population
around him. No one saw me as glided
away, and had made a run of quarter
Of a mile before found that was alone.
| supposed the sailor was close at my heels,
but it seemed that he had taken different
direction. No hunt was made for US until
after the feast. I crossed the island,
found another fresh water creek, saw two
or three sail in the distance, and then
looked about for hiding place. I went
to the top Of very thick tree, and for the
next three days and nights did not set
foot on the earth. A vigorous and per-
sistent search was kept up by the natives
for that time, and then they seemed to
argue that / had flung myself into the sea.
For five days l lived on the wild oranges
and berries growing in profusion around
me- and then d small boat from wrecker
came into the creek for q cask of water,
and l was taken off. Unfortunately for
me the schooner got hold of wreck next
day to the east of US, and this upset the
captains plan to put me aboard the first
vessel bound for Honolulu. He needed
my muscle aboard the craft and it was
exactly two months from the day of my
capture that landed at the capital of the
Sandwich islands. The brig had come in
and reported the yawl and her crew lost.
/ went to the American consulate, but the
consul himself was off on junket, and
his subordinate took no interest in the
case. l went to the British consul, but as
1 could not assure him that any of the
sailors were British subjects he would
make no move. l went to the captain of
an American man Of war lying in the har
Dor, and he heard about half my story and
brusquely dismissed me.-New York Sun.