Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-06-06

ausst, by tabled stories of easy acquisition
Of power and property among sracs Of lower
scale Of intellectually than themselves, they
seize the political opportunity Afforded BY the
decree OF some continental congress and
follow the troop ship that carries the advance
Huard as an army of occupation. Their presence
Is at first symbolized by a fungus growth OF
rickety shanties. with glaring signs and piles
of broken bottles in neglected alleyways OF In
moldy little back yard overrun with weeds.
After awhile the political panorama changes,
she troops are Withdrawn. the military colony
SINKS back into native neglect and inactivity,
but the white waif is left by the ebbing tide
on the shores Of chance. Little by ut
tie he loses his identity and slowly
sssimilates himself to the manners and Gus
toms Of the strange people about him. Now
and then the visit of some daring missionary
brings with him the breath of n forgotten civil
ization. but there is little else to beguile him
from an exile that is broken only by the coz
slant roar of eeaseless surf on the long faml-
lar beach or the moan OF tropic winds amidst
the pendant leaves Of trees that are ever green
waAr THE orrcAsr REPRESENTS.
Nevertheless, in himself. he represents to the
crude minds about him q dim power-the
stocksde be builds Of poles about his factory,
the rum be has to SELL the beads he has in store.
the little broken looking glasses, the long neg
lected books. all are evidences OF his other and
more powerful parentage to the daily cluster
of primitive men and women who squat on the
hot sands of his reservation and under the
shade Of his trees. In his mind and thoughts.
in his dreams and waking reveries. some day Lac
will return. But he never will. He is the
outcast Of his race; the typical castaway on
the banks Of the river Of his own civilization.
Countless are the causes that have led men TO
seek personal exile. Many are of no character
At al. whose only desire Is the vain one to
sooths an uneasy conscience IN peaceful soh-
tude. have met such men. The history of
their lives and adventures il almost out Of
Joint with the PLAIN tale of modern society
IN MADAGASCAR
Once in my wanderings it was my fortune to
meet to live with and to converse with such
man. II was where the blue waves Of the great
Mozambique channel endlessly break on the
long sandy stretches at southwestern NADIA
gascar. Here for miles and miles the scene is
UNMARRIED The shelving yellow beach, broken
only here and there by little BAYS BY the
outlets Of mighty rivers rushing to the sea.
had come down with large party of ma
tives from the Malagasy capital in north cen
race, skirted the territory of the dangerous
Tanuals people, to finally strike for the west
and the ocean. Days and days had
been occupied in this romantic jour
ney. We had plunged in the twilight
of dense forests. we had struggled
mp the sides. over and down again the
lofty noun tain ranges that for thousand miles
sweep north and south on the western coast of
the great African island. Sometimes in the
very depths Of woods we would come out on
an unexpected clearing to find village of rude
huts. but rarely any people.
They had fed from the bad fetish of the
white man in their country. Some women
were drawer and remained to stare at Us in
blank smazement and silent wonder even
offer fruit little punches of the orchilla
weed in trade. They we're the Tauala-cruel,
crafty and dreaded by the traveller.
STEPPED in the blacklist superstition. the
ordeal Of the taugena poison cup, the sacri-
fee Of the retinue of chief at his
death. the worship o: the bones Of animals, the
rites of blood brotherhood and all the beliefs of
the lowest order of savage life theirs. No
wonder they looked upon the white man the
aecursed of God-the ''albino'' marked for
evil by his bleached complexion. Yet among
these people met white outcast-
WHITE MANS REFUGE.
We were glad when the rivers widened
slowly and rushed more impetlously toward
the sea- Weary limbs got new vitality,