The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-04-26

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darkl,- They Of the padri's flock have
pnt#un clothes and worship a busy god.
Therefore Dungara will af1ict them
/ sr:cyous!:- till they throw themselves
bowling into the waters of the Berbul-
da. At night the red elephant trsk
doomed and sroaned among the hills.
and the faithful walked and said: 1.-The
god of things as they are natures re-
venge against the backsliders. Be mer-
ciful. Dungara. to us, thy children. and
give lis all their crops!'
Late in the cold weather the collector
and his wife came into the Buria Kol
country. ssGo and look at Krenk' mis-
eion," said Gallo ''He is doing good
work in his own way, and think he'd
be pleased if you opened the bamboo
chapel that he has managed to run up.
At any rate, you II see civilized Buria
Kol.
Great was the stir in the mission.
''Ncw he and the gracious lady will
that we have done good work with their
own eyes see and-yes-we will him
our converts in all their new clothes by
their own hands constructed exhibit. 1t
will great day he-for the Lord al
ways" said Justus. and Lolita said
tsAmen. -
Justus had, in his quiet way, felt
jealous Of the Basel weaving mission,
his own converts being unhandy, but
Athon Daze had latterly induced some
of them to hackle the glossy silky 6bers
Of plant that grew plenteously on the
Panth hill It yielded cloth white and
smooth almost as the tappa Of the south
seas, and that day the converts were to
wear for the first time clothes made
therefrom. Justus was proud Of his
work
ssThey shall in white clothes clothed
to meet the collector and his well born
lady come down singing Now thank
we all our God. Then he will the
chapel open, and, yes, even Gallo. to
believe will begin. Stand so, my chill.
dren, two by two, and-Lotta. why do
they thus themselves scratch2 1t is not
seemly to wriggle, Nala, my child. The
collector will be here and be panied. /"
The collector, his wife and Gallo
climbed the hill to the mission station.
The converts were drawn up in two
lines, a shining band nearly 40 strong
"Hahl" said the collector. whose ac-
quisitive bent Of mind led him to be-
lieve that he had fostered the institu-
tion from the first.
advancing. see, by leaps and
bounds.
Never was truer word spoken. The
mission was advancing exactly as he
had said-at first by little hops and
shufaes Of shamefaced uneasiness, but
soon by the leaps Of fly stung horses
and the bounds of maddened kangaroos.
From the hill of Panth the red elephant
tusk delivered o dry and anguished
blare. The ranks of the converts way-
cred, broke and scattered with yells and
shrieks of pain, while Justus and Lolita
stood horror stricken.
.'It is the Judgment of Dungara!'
shouted a voice II burnl I burnt To
the river or we diel''
The mob wheeled and headed for the
rocks that overhung the Berbulda,
writhing, stamping, twisting and she'd
ding its garments as it ran, pursued by
the thunder Of the trumpet Of Dungara.
Justus and Lolita fled to the collector
almost in tears
.sI cannot understand Yesterday,
painted Justus, ''they had the Ten Com
mandments- What is this Praise the
Lord, all good spirits by land or by sea.
Nalal Oh, shame" !"
With bound and a scream there
'alighted on the rocks above their heads
Nala, once the pride Of the mission, a
maiden Of IA summers, good, docile and
virtuous-now naked as the dawn and
splitting like wildcat.
"Was it for thisl" she raved, hurl-
ing her petticoat at Justus. sWas it
for this + left my people and Dungara
for the fires of your bad place? Blind
ape, little earthworm, dried fish that
you are, you said that should never
burn Oh, Dungara, burn nowl !
UuTu HOWL ddFo mS4Cy, SAO0 VI eA@'S5o
as they arel"
She turned and flung herself into the
Berbulda, and the trumpet Of Dungara
beloved jubilantly. The last of the
converts of the Tubingen mission had
put quarter of a mile Of rapid river
between herself and her teachers.
yesterday" gulped Justus, "she
taught in the school A, B. c, D. OH!
It is the work of satan T.
But Gallo was curiously regarding the
maiden's petticoat where it had fallen
at his feet. He felt its texture, drew
back his shirt sleeve beyond the deep
tan of his hand and pressed a fold of
the clotir against the flesh. A blotch OF
angry red rose on the white skin.
"Ah!' said Gallo calmly. II
thought so. :.
"What is. it2' said Juatus.
Il should call it the shirt of Nessus,
but Where did you get the fiber of
this cloth from?''
"Athon Daze, said Justus. He
showed the boys how it should manu-
factured be. .
"The old fox Do you know that he
has given you the Nilgiri nettle-scor-
pion = Girardenia heterophylla = to
work up. No wonder they squirmedl
Why, it stings even when they make
bridge ropes ct it. unless it's soaked for