St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-12
A Pair Of Wealthy Australian
Ranchmen Tell Their
History.
How They Worked the Town
for the Money to Seek 70
Their Fortune.
Two Taps From the Trenton
Tell Of the Samoan Hur-
picane.
The Wind Blew Great Guns,
But They Survived the 3
Storm.

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There arrived at the Ryan hotel one
day last week two bronZed and bearded
strangers, who registered from San
Francisco, ordered the best room in the
house, and started out to see the town.
Their names are Charles B. Stewart and
Edward West Sanger, and no one who
beheld the faultless attire and quite at
home manner of the new arrivals sus-
pected that they were other than cOu-
pie of wealthy Western ranchmen on
trip East. The fact remains, however,
that the gentlemen referred to have a
most interesting history, and the life of
either would furnish almost enough
material of a thrilling nature to form
very readable novel.
Messrs. Stewart and Sanger are
ranchmen. as suspected from their con-
yarsation, but they hail from the sheep
runs of New South Wales instead of the
cattle lands of Montana. Speaking to
a GLOBE reporter regarding the crop
and other prospects on the fifth
continent for the present season,
MIR. Stewart said that crops were excel
lent, there having been less of drought
this season than ever before during his
Australian residence. In the course of
conversation the story of how these two
ranchmtn, who now count their sheep
by hundreds of thousands, obtained the
necessary ducats to carry them to the
much-talked-of land in which their
fortunes have been made, was learned.
and permission gained to tell the story
in the GLOBE. when we were young
men of twenty-three, or Whereabouts,
said the braWny Australian, ''the Bal.
Iarat gold fields were in the zenith of
their fame, and every man, woman and
child was more or less afflicted with the
Ballarat fever. Sanger and myself
were clerks in dry goods store
in London, and in all probability
should have been little better
off to this day but for a scheme we
evolved between us for raising money
to take us to the much-talked-of Edo
RADIO. The idea was a desperate one,
but it worked; and as we have given
twice as much as we gained by a some
what questionable shrewdness toward
building hospital in the town victim
lied, feel no conjunction about tell
ing the story. ID.
Zone morning, shortly after the
scheme speak of had been perfected
in the minds of the schemerS, the hOn-
est folks of York, England, awoke to find
the town billed with glarlng posters,
announcing that at an early date Prof.
Sharpe. lately returned from a voyage
of research in Central Africa, would
lecture in the town hall and exhibit,
several hitherto unknown animals.
captured in his travels. York
turned out braYely, and a week
before the date set for the
lecture not a seat remained unsold,
On the morning Of the day appointed,
interest was added to the promised at
traction of the evening by the arrival OF
several closed cages, containing live
ami mails of some kind, and when the
professor, your humble servant, and his
assistant, gentleman named Sanger,
arrived on the ground and superintendent
the transfer of the cages to the hall, the
small boys were willing to believe those
cages contained anything from rhi-
noceros to dragon.
q cat 8 o'clock the house was packed
and the audience somewhat impatient.
The professors assistant stepped be-
fore the curtain and addressed the
audience. He apologized for The delay,
and stated that 'Jocko,' the ferocious
brute hitherto unknown to naturalists,
was unruly and trying to break his
chain. The ladies present didn't half
Tide the idea that 'Jocko' might break
his chain, and continued and ferocious
snarling from behind the curtain. inter-
mingled with hideous blood curdling
laugh and the incessant rafting OF
heavy chain, did nothing to allay the
excitement. The professors assistant
continued to crate, however, and with
great GOODNESS told his audience. which
was now almost ripe for panic. how
.Jocko' had broken loose in Cape Town
and cheWed up ten niggerS ere being
recaptured. To add to the fears of
those assembled, the speaker cast con-
tinual and anxious glances in the direc-
ton from which the noise proceeded.
"At this juncture there was crash be-
hind the scenes, and then prolonged
shrek. The curtain was pushed to one
side, and the professor, his dress suit
torn and his face and hands apparently
covered with blood, rushed before the
curtain exclaiming: Save yourselves,
for Gods sake! Jocko'S loose and on
the war path' The audience rose with
one accord and made for the doors,
while the two shoWmen disappeared be-
hind the curtain. Ten minutes later the
up train for London pulled out. and on
it were the two young fellows in ulsters
and eyeglasses, who coolly smoked cigar
cites and settled themselves comfortably
for the trip. Twenty miles in their rear,
the York police were engaged in
vigorous search for 'Jocko' and his
keepers. An examination of the
stage, revealed a section of heavy chain,
a case of domestic chickens, almost
smothered and in another cage big
Newfoundland dog in similar semi
asphyxiated condition. Then an idea
dawned upon the minds of the astute
officials. They had been humbugged.'
A dispatch was at once sent to London
to arrest the men ON their arrival. I'm
mediately came the answer from Scot
land yard: ''Too late, train in half an
hour"
A very pretty sum was realized from
the scheme, and the next boat that
sailed for Melbourne carried away the
professor, his assistant and a good many
Yorkshire half-crowns.
Gas said. the offense has been blot
ted out by our having given over $4,000
to help build a hospital in the town, and
the story of our raising the wind is well
known in England. 1t has never been
told here, however, and may prove In
Sawyer and myself will remain here
until Tuesday morning, when We leave
for home over the Southern Pacific"
TARS FROM THE TRENTON.