New-York tribune., 1900-03-11
THE PASSING THRONG.

Il have never in my life seen many queer
vehicles 1 in Paris last summer" said
Theodore Frawley a we'll known
FREAKISH lawyer of Pittsburg at the Gilsay
VEHICLES House yesterday. Mr. Frawley has
IN PARIS. just returned from Europe and is
particularly interested In automo-
biles. There are all sorts of horseess carriages
in in Paris" he said. from the petroleum
propelled tricycles TO the immense big tallyhos
The costumes worn by the men who run these
various machines are singular also You may be
when Somewhere behind you there will start up a
fierce whirrng sound underlying which will be a
deep, palpitating pit-pat, pit-pat You will look
around and cloud of dust, and out of IL will
They whizz along the road, making a tremendous
noise. Aside from their general uncouth appear
something to marvel about. From those that | saw
! cleaned that he correct dress was about fol-
lows: A tight fitting bicycle shoes q tight fit
ting suit which looks like fishing banks slicker
far as color goes, and then an immense pair of
mac machines rush along through perfect torrent of
big automobiles are more rational and some of
the tallyhos are really artistic. Paris
the fashionable people now drive in the Bois
The They prefer the autompbe Some Of the gowns
and won't tell you what l have seen. because 1
am afraid TO tax your credulity that far
Il suppose you people that stay ashore think
sailors don't know anything about hunting. unless
It's hunting serpents' said
JaChlNG James OFallon yesterday on board
FOR ALL the tramp steamer Hyades, which
GAIORS. came into port two days ago from
Madagascar and the Indian Ocean.
Il think l can show you some hunting down in
Trinidad that will open your eyes. Talk about
jacking for deer in Maine and the Adirondacks-
how would you like to go Jacking for alligat tors ?
Sounds little strange. doesn't It? It's better
sport, can tell you. than plunking away at a deer
that stands still and looks at you. When you've
run INTO an alligator you're UP against something
that fights. There's my trademark. If you don't
believe It,, and the sailor rolled up his sleeve and
showed long, ragged scar on his left forearm
Il got that two years ago." he said. "A fellow
named Jack McAdams and myself were on the
old lrrawaddy al the time. She had put into Port
Of Spain and as We had couple o. days off we
hoohee NO nee Hlver ana try to pot an alligator. had
that shipped with me once and was on to the way
the city chaps work the racket up there. Well. we
tern-that's all it is-in end. we lighted her
then we started out McAdans behind and I'm myself
in front next 10 the jack. McAdams did the pad
for trouble. 1t seemed though we'd been gone
about half the night, and we hadn't heard sound
starboard bow and McAdams wrggied the canoe
go 6haf meant open the jack we weren't waiting
the Of light shot out over I'll the we Water GE'' rhere
eyes on There were three pairs of blood red circles
of fire resting on the waters surface about thirty
glow. Everything else was black except the mar
row pain OF lght along the water, and there wasn't
a sound around
Perhaps you don't know what night is like
down in that country. When you first go out your
filled with the hummng of insects and
the noise of water animals, and you'd think they
were coaling a steamer. Then you get used TO the
sounds, and everything seems TO get still and op-
pressive, and all the time you're looking into the
biaCkness and straining after the sound you want
to hear. You get sort of creepy and dopey, the
breath. and you feel though something awful
was going to happen any minute. Well that's the
way I'd been feeling for two hours. when l flashed
the jack those balls of fire in front of me- They
were the eyes of three big agatOrs. and, although
I'd been getting ready for that moment all the
evening, when 1t came l was scared pretty near
stiff. l sat looking at those darned animals for
about minute, sort o dazed. The eyes seemed
TO be coming nearer all the time. Then the canoe
wriggled again.
Shoot. you d fooli said Jack
That woke me up. put up my rife and blaZed
away until every chamber empty. | must
have shot up in the air. for the first thing knew
in the water like a madman. l put straight for
shore half crazy and all around me it seemed as
though triple working ] al
most TO the bank when a great: black shiny OBJ
iect seemed to open up like volcano. and could
feel the flesh my left being torn to shreds.
the next stroke | showed my other arm into the
mud and pulled myself up the bank. Well I
didn't know anything more for long time. Then
| found MCAdamS leaning over and trying to
fix up my One of the algators had got
hold Of me, and if I'd been two strokes further
from shore I wouldn't be here now. OF course.
didn't shoot anything. but I'll bet you don't get a
stop your laughing boy; that's a straight story"