The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1899-07-06
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they cheered, and ran up and down the
sandy beach, waving their arms fran
tically. In explanation, Bill said it
was simply the nigger instinct, which
possibly these people had inherited from
common parent stock, and in his
opinion, they were about to steal the
chickens. Antonio, however, had
watched the proceedings with close
attention, he also had kept his ears
about him. He made the discovery
that the people were all betting on the
result of the fight, but the most welcome
part of his information was, that rub
berballs were being wagered. The
chief of the village had actually bet
500 rubberballs, that the smallest cock
would win the fight. Meanwhile the
battle was being hotly contested. The
air seemed filled with flying feathers,
but weight with chickens, as with
"pugs," is sometimes too great a handi-
cap for the smaller, though gamier of
the contestants, and the small cock
went down to defeat.
The next picture shown was Nero,
the famous man eating lion, as he
roared and stormed about his cage.
The effect of this picture was magical.
In less than three seconds after its ar-
pearance, not native was to be seen.
They had all run for the shelter of their
houses and pulled the ladders up after
them. Picture after picture was then
shown, but not native put in his ap-
pearance. Jim, who had been seated in
steamer chair, lazily putting away
at big, black, Brazilian cheroot, while
he watched the fun, suggested that
possible a repetition of the chicken
fight might be successful in bringing
the people out of their hiding. No
sooner had the chickens been thrown
into the pit, than 1000 natives again
crowded down the beach and all the
excitement of the first bout was re-
peated. This second fight was possibly
very wise move, for the big chief, no
doubt, felt sore about losing his 500
rubberballs, and this now gave him an
opportunity to break even. When the
fight was over and the little game cock
had again gone to his death, it was
thought best to end the show. This
was done by Antonio, with the assist
ance of the phonograph, in a neat little
speech, which closed by warning the
people to be in readiness to receive the
white men at sunrise ON the morrow.
Promptly at sunrise the next morn
ing the three Privateers, accompanied
by Antonio, put off for the village. The
appearance of the Privateers would
have created sensation in more civ
ilized country than western Brazil.
They were dressed in all the splendor
their wardrobes and the ships cargo
could supply. Their uniforms were
spotless white throughout, including
their white canvas shoes and pith
helmets. Brilliant sashes crossed their
breasts and encircled their waists.
Fastened to these sashes was the most
dazzling array of pure, first water glass
gems, that ever blinded the occupants
of the "bald head row." Landing at
the beach the Privateers found that
their reception had been carefully
planned. Palm leaf mating had been
laid from the waters edge to circular
space in front of the chiefs house. In
the center of this space, the big chief
surrounded by his head men, welcomed
in his barbaric way, the three ad-
venturers. Through the interpreter,
the Privateers thanked the chief
for his kindly reception, and in
return invited him to come on board
the ship, bringing with him his
chief men. When an hour later the
chief and ten of his lieutenants pre-
sented themselves on deck of the Fly