The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-07
RETURNED TO sAvAGERY.
A Merchant Embraces the wild Life
of the Fueginns.
From the Cincinnati Tribune.

of the Fueginns.
From the Cincinnati Tribune
Los Angeles. June 29.-It is asserted by
philosophers, especially by the followers
of Darwin, that, as our ancestors were all
savages, we inherit taste for savage life.
and that In some Of US civilization is i'm
potent to tame the wild laundering for
mountains and forests, dark glens and
dashing cataracts, and other nomadlc de-
lights. Many incidents may be cited in
proof of this claim, one of which was to-
day told me by a friend thoroughly con-
versant with the facts. and 1 transcribe
its main features as follows:
In October, 1859, Mr.. Thomas c. Collins
disappeared from San Francisco. He was
engaged in mercantile business in that
city, was well known as a gentleman of
good habits, large intelligence and in
domitable energy. His age was 80. Little
Of his previous history had come to light
beyond the fact that he had held the Of
flee of secretary to the governor of Me-
braska. No breath of scandal had as
sailed him in his adopted city, and no
foul suspicion pursued his disappearance
He was a single man, fond of society and
athletic sports; Of large muscular lg-
ure and good presence, and a decided
favorite with the ladies. Not the slight
went out of sight in a twinkling, as a man
might go down in a maelstrorn-here
an instant ago, and now gone foreveri
His bookkeeper communicated the facts
to Mr.. Collins, ST., of Kentucky father OF
the missing gentleman, who came to Cal
ifornia, took out letters of administra-
ton upon the estate of the supposed de-
ceased and settled his affairs. The final
summing up in the probate court showed
that the intestate left property worth
more than $4,000.
Five years had elapsed when a Whaling
vessel, threading her way through the dam
gerous Straits of Magellan from Cane Pill
lar to Cape Virgius, ran ashore on DesoIa-
tion Island. This was in July, in the depth
of an Antartic winter
The Fuegians Immediately learned of
this catastrophe, which meant rich Mum
der for them, and early next morning the
bloodthirsty savages put off in. their ca
noes for the stranded ship. The crew was
armed with guns and cutlasses to resist
any attack that might be- made upon the
brig by the constantly increasing Fuegian
fleet, when a voice came loudly over the
waters, expressing itself In good English.
in words to this effect:
us that you, Jim Haynes? Don't fire
I'll come aboard"
The name of the master of the whaling
vessel was that which was thus familiarlv
called. and who would not have been more
surprised had the voice issued from the
overhangtng clouds. Unable to detect the
speaker among the hundreds in the canoes
at venture he shouted:
All right; come aboard. But who. in
heavens name are your"
NO matter; you wait. Only don't fire
for Gods sakei If you do, every mothers
son of you will be murdered.
A long canoe gaudily decorated with
paint and carvings shot out from the rnass
OF boats and made its way to the shin
The chief sprang on board leaving tho 49,,
at their oars. This dignitary, clad in bea,1i
tiful furs, with twisted hair and painted
face, in every way looking like an Indian
walked up to Capt. Haynes, and, extendino
his hand. said:
What Don't you know me. limp To g
possible you've forgotten your old partner
'55?" Oa0A al
Tom Collins. as I'm a sinner, ex-
CANNED the astonished shipmaster 'sIJovv
ala you come here, and what are Won
doing?" 'Ou
Better ask said the other. .hovv Won
are TO get out of this scrape The Fine
slans look upon your vessel as their law
Iul prize. Although I have been their
chlet about four years, 1 have not The
power TO alter their natures. But I can
prooably gain their consent to let Won
PROVISION your boats, and they will take
you safely back to Londonderry Island
Where you viii find whalers homeward
bound," ''A--0 " u 4