The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-04-20

| with matted hair and dilapidated
| clothing, with a rifle on his shoulder
| and few ounces of food in his pock
ct, he was trudging YEARLY through a
| dense forest. 1t was an April morning
| in the hot season, more than three
| months since his departure from the
coast. Behind him lay the grave of
| his hopes and ambitions-the memory
| of a quest that was fruitless and fore
ordained to failure
| The history Of the expedition may
be briefly told. In spite of many hard
| ships the little band penetrated to the
middle of the island, where travellers
had never been before They collected
| specimens of unknown plants and
! birds and captured several snow white
| monkeys. but of wild animals there
| were only boars and a species of tiger
cat, which settled the question of the
Philippines SO far as profit to Hamrach
& Co. was concerned Quin, still hope
full in spite Of disappointment, insisted
on further search. His men. who We're
plucky fellows, supported him.
Then trouble came. The last of the
mules persisted, and native died of
snake bite. The aborigines, fiat nosed
! savages of crafty ways. attacked the
expedition and killed five of it's mem
bers. They followed it up when it
started iu despair for the coast ana
killed two more. The survivors pressed
on, day after day, through the jungles
and mountains. Quin wanted to make
fresh start northward, and the ma
tives perhaps feared that he would
force them to obedience At all events.
they quietly decamped one night TAX
ing with them their weapons and am
| munition and most of the food.
In the morning Quin discovered his.
loss and realized that it would be use
| less to track the deserters Nothing
| daunted by his misfortune, he shout
dered his rifle, pocketed what food was
| left abandoned his specimens and
marched Oh alone. A week had passed
| since then, and now, as nearly as he
could reckon, he was within less than
a days journey of Manila. He knew
nothing of what had happened during
his absence. for he had met no human
ing But twice he had crossed cleared
spaces in the forest SCARED with the
remains of fires, where large bodies of
men must have recently camped. And
this suggested to him that the rebels
were once more fighting against Span
ish rule.
eff such is the case" he reflected as
he trudged on that morning,>"I may At
any moment stumble on Spanish "
insurgent picket. That will mean a.
brief detention. perhaps, but nothing
worse"
By MONDAY. however, he had found
no signs of the men, save here and
there an old trail overgrown with
weeds, and he began to think that he
might be a little wrong in his reckon
ing. A few minutes later while cross
ing belt of marshland from which
eNuded a pestilential. steamy mist, he
was startled to hear an angry grunt.
The sound came from behind him
from clump of reeds that he had just
passed. He turned apprehensively to
look. and as he did so a monstrous wild
boar broke from cover and charged
him furiously The creature was in
fearful rage. Its species in the Philip
pines are all times i'll tempered Its
little eyes We're bloodshot. and it's
crashing tusks dripped foam.
Quin's last and only cartridge was in
his rifle, and he Instantly lifted the
weapon to his shoulder. One foot