The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1897-11-26
THE sEMIwFEKLY MESSENGER: FRIDAY. NOVEMBER e. 1897

but we made a heroic r~esis;ence-the
clerk and l."
"Eavers. man. havers." said the EN-
gineer chuckIing. they draggit we DOT
from aneath a couch maist likely"
You must enjoy being tied up. at
any rate" added the mate. flor any
child coldu wrlggle thas flashing slack.
Get up on your feet"
The Liberian with pretended effort
cast of the ropes. and desiring 10 stalk
forward with the air OF a wounded
gladiator. failed m~iserably in the at
tempt
Every sign OF a heroic resistance"
said the mate: riffs thrown away
as / thought. they were in too great n
hurry even to pull the trigger: here's
a cartridge in the breech." Then he
laughed and pointed to a little machine
gun which lay upside down among the
trailing yams. and he noticed there was
no fouilng about the muzzle. "Sentries
asleep. / suppose. and as usual the
quarter-civilized black soldier bolted at
first sight OF the foe. The savage is al
ways Drawer than the negro OF the set
Elements he added.
The Quartermaster now came up.
Them niggers has been holdin' a high
class barbecue. sir" he said: and the
mate laughed again as he approached
the spot where a bonfire had been
made of the furniture and stationary.
The remains OF a sumptuous feast lay
around. Empty bottles OF Worcester
sauce. tomato catsup, and Hamburg
gin showed that the beverages had
been curiously assorted. Scraps OF
picked mess beef. with which some
body's unequalled pomade had vident-
ly been used as a condiment. lay about
among empty tins Of metal polish and
playground rottenstone.
The niggers amt partickler as to
miEin' their drinks" said a grinning
eaman "Jamaca rum and Worcester
sauce for a likoor. an ships bread with
rottenstone for desert"
The officers nodded a smiling ap-
prevail; they knew that whatever
comes out of a tin Is considered edible
by the Krooboy. Then the mate turn
ing his eyes Stewards, saw a pun Of
white steam rising from the Dunlin's
funnel; it was now broad daylight, and
the hoo Of the whistle warned him
that the captain was growing i'm
patient.
Take me on to Sinou; you won't
leave me here to be murdered" gasped
the Liberian.
NO." said the mate; IF you like to
chance landing on Sinou beach. We'll
stop for you. There's ten minutes for
you to find your men in" and officer
and clerks disappeared into the bush.
Then a young French lad from a
neighboring factory entered the COM
pound. He had heard no noise in the
night, but had just seen the smoke.
The mate explained, and asked after
his acquaintance the agent.
All" said the lad, the poor Cha
trian he die-how you a him. dys-
EMERY, n Canot he go back YER Sick:
but you deJeune wit u.s."
The mate refused courteously, and
while they stood laughing together the
representative Of the Liberian republic
returned, his dozen men following
sheepishly behind him with neither
scratch nor scar.
THE Kooboy he will not hurt US. bon
voyage" said the young Frenchman
raising his hat, and the big surf-boat
went out on the backwash Of a sea.
Half swamped and battered she re-
crossed the breakers, and in due tim
shot alongside the Dunlin.
They took US by surprise. We have
drilled the soldiers on the Prussian
system, and do not look for a foe that
swims, climbs the veranda posts, and
drops from the thatch without a noise
said the Liberian, when he related
what had happened on board the
steamer. But we made a heroic re-
~Sistance."
Heroic fddlesticks! Tell that to the
Monrovians or the Marines" answered
Captain Orme. This Is not the first
time the willy savage has been one toe
many for the republic"
Then the windlass painted and rat
tied, the cable came clanking home
and presently the Dunlin steamed ou'
across the flashing swell, and so west.
wards until the palm-clad bluff and
thundreing beach faded away into the
azure distance.-Harold BindloSs ir
Macmillan's Magazine.