The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-01-13

were quite numerous. were cOnnneu III
! low, compactly built house, and were
! closely looked after, but neither of
/ these, nor of the methods of treatment.
nor of the system Of care do 1 intend to
/ write, but only of the peculiar forms Ct
! insanity which / saw that August after
noon, when the air felt like kitchen
! with days heavy washing in full
swing.
/ Here" said DIR. Webb, the visiting
! physician. who at one time had been
on the staff Of Blackwell's island,
'o.lere is a Marquesas islander who
speaks English very nearly as well as
you or 1; now ask him any questions
you like about his history
So began in the usual catechism Of
| the police station:
What is your name?"
"John Taurelska, slr."
GLOW old are you?"
81 shall be fifty-four on the goth of
| next October"
what has been your occupation?'
Cook on board Pacific whaler for
nearly twenty years, sir"
.NCIl, Solls I'LL hAAS W ohO ucStois >
"of course there is no doubt as to his
having sanely answered my questions.
What's the joke?''
His answers to my questions" said
the doctor. Listen. Who made that
tree, John?"
81 did, sir; made it last night, and
that one" (pointing to a big guava). Il
made the day before yesterday about
half-past three
eyes," assented the doctor, land who
made that sun?"--that boiling, broiling
sun, he might have added.
Il did" said Taurekka, land it was
the hottest days work I ever had
burned my fingers SO couldn't make
anything else
And SO it was with the answer to
every question asked; he had made
everything. his replies being as simple
in their faith as though he had said: Il
stand" where he stood.
''That's fine case of magalomania," :"
said the doctor. why, no, Of course
not; he's not here because he thinks he
has made everything, but because he
carved up the mate of his ship when
the mate said there was too much salt
in the soup"
All through this talk a booming
sound had made itself heard like the
bourbon note of the choir organ
through priests prayer.
us that a noise of the country" l
asked at last, wearied at its persist
ency.
No" said the doctor, "that noise be-
longs really to Borneo. That's our
Dyak orator-a head-hunter. by the
way. Do you want to see him?
needn't ask if you want to hear him"
l certainly did, and there at the
porch of the barracoon we saw him,
standing with the score hing August
sun enveloping his nearly naked body
in glow through which his glistening
skin shone and cleaned like a polished
kettle. His throat outside was a col
umn Of tense cords and swollen veins.
while inside it must have been made of
triple brass
"San-n- n-ku lirang koti natuna" he
shout ed in a deep cultural below.
'San-n-nolSu lirang bulangan" with
both hands nipping hard at the big
pectoral muscles, and with long deep
inspiration on the n.
''kokokama. kokokamar' the whole
body brought rigidly around on the
heels.
"Bulangan kodakalal" the hands
slidden down with a quick whip to the
h.,,- nd ha hno1 ho.l-
til the skin tightencd on the big
Adams apple like a black drum head.
With another mans neck in that posi-
ton, and good, heavy, chopping
kriss in his own hand he could have
sliced off the trophy with the same
neat expedition and dispatch with
which you would slice crisp radish
What his grafton meant no one had
ever found out 1t sounded to me like
an invocation At any rate there was
nothing denunciatory about it. and it
might have been to dread silva herself
for aught | know. He had SO ha-
rangued ever since he had been an in
mate of the asylum; SO declaiming for
an hour or two when the sun came hot
ly spying out the porch; taking up the
story when the sun was afar off, fierce
and unwinking eye in the meridian;
thirdly and lastly. repeating his shout
ing apostrophe when the coppery orb
dropped quickly behind the volcanic
hills of the west
No one--with an exceptiou-seemed
TO heed the brazen-tongued orator of
Sarawak. and. although there Jvere a
dozen men near by, they paid no more
attention TO his truInpeting than they
did 10 the breeze from the Pail, so
wrapped up was each in the exagger-
ated self-a bsorption of insanity. The
exception was Japanese. an athlete
who had at one time been a star at the
Kwong-hi theater in San Francisco.
BE had not such gladiatorial torso A.
the oratorical Dyak, but his arms and
! legs DR.. Sargent would consider splen-
did. and on these four shapeiv and
sinewy spokes. with his trunk for hub.
he would go turning '.ca-tw heels" or
handsprings, all over the grounds. I'D
she hills as easily as went the king OF
France. and down the hills as rspidlv
as tumbled the unsympathetic Jill.
Most OF the time his gyratlous led MIN
afield, but no matter where he n;rnt
be. at the sound of the Bornesc boom
he would turn his feet, and his hands
to,o. toward the SQUAD. and the -Yeilnx