Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-10-20

side as If 1 were DESTROYS Of sleeping,
and to put my finger In my mouth as il
/ wanted to eat. I had learned the
first signal from the ballet, and the
second from Mother Nature and the
Navajo Indians. He laughed good
naturally and pointed to the village. A
group OF boys and girls, with a few
uncles and aunts, fathers and mothers,
were assembled already to see the Won
der. For myself, was asking myself
whether they would sing, as they did to
Mungo Park:
Let US pity the white man;
No mother has he to bring him milk,
No wife TO grind his corn.
But am not writing for Mr.. Fewkes or
the chronological Society So will only
say that my guide was evidently top
sawyer in the crowd, and that he made
them march right and left as he would.
Before ten minutes had passed was ly-
ing on two or three nice sweet mats Of in
deScribable perfume, and a gentle black
woman, dressed also in a high-colored
Manchester chintz, had brought me a
cup of coffee. After this there was
enough to eat, and of the best, too.
And, to make the story as short as I can,
in this house spent the night, on these
same mats, indeed. Conversation is
very hard when it has to be confined to
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well as I could, and the play of the
walking beam of the engine of the Prin-
cess Beatrice. OF one thing may say
am certain-that my friend had seen
her or had not. But, whether he had
seen her or not do not know. At one
time thought he had, and went on with
! inquiries as to the distance that might
part me from her at that moment. But
| afterward 1 had reason to think that he
! I no
and down of some monkeys who had been
! playing upon the tree. Such are the
! dangers of sign language.
| After little conversation Of this sort
! I intimated that would like to go to
sleep. He intimated that there was no
better time nor place. With a consider
| alton 1 had not expected, he stretched a
mat, or sort of a curtain across the
room-Or house, for there was but one
room under the roof-and I found my
self in my bedroom. I cannot say that
] went to bed. I was already in my bed
"a rapidity of comfort have not found
in more elaborate forms of civilization.
| 1t was the next morning that the
revelation came, which 1 am trying to
write out in this story, if by good luck
and persistent effort can get to it.
wes wakened early from a sound sleep,
by the singing of the birds. I believe it
is called by the poets. 1t was, in fact,
| the rasping and exasperating screaming
of cocks, guinea hens, geese and ducks.
For these African villages are nothing
without their poultry. 1t is easy to dress
when you have not undressed, and it
was scarcely o'clock when I found
| myself, not at table, for we were all on
the ground, but at breakfast, with a
larger company than the night before.
The fare was much what it was then.
There were plenty of bananas, much
| finer than the newsboy ever sold me on
a train. The resistance-piece was
platter of rice, with boiled chicken and
butter, all together. The chicken was
jointed so that one could take hold of
any piece he wished. For we ate as
Adam and Eve did-if, indeed, they had
come as far as kabobs of chicken.
AS I bent forward to take a side-bone
which looked attractive, a fine old fell
low in a white nightgown happened to
see, hanging from my watch chain, an
old, very old, silver shilling. 1t was
| shilling Of Charles I. in perfect condi-
ton, which L dug up several years be-
fore in our orchard when I was setting
out some ounce trees. When the old
man saw this he bent over eagerly and
begged me to show it to him that he
might examine it. His manner was
perfectly courteous. But I confess I
thought looked my last on my shilling