Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-03-20

lts true proportions.
The cliffs of cleaning silver faded. on the
boats approach, into quilted bluffs OF
Weather4beaten sand; but the white beach
that met the water, and the green thickets
that covered the heights, remained fair
and inviting. No fear Of dark omens along
that shining sand; no danger of evil spirits
In that sunlit wood. All was pure and
bright and fresh from the hand of God.
In place Of spur, the explorers needed a
remand tight one. But for the chief s
selves over the place like birds-nesting
boys.
"Ye know no more moderation than
swine" Left said sternly, checking their
rush TO obey the beckoning of the myriad
OF lofty hands. And We are as witless as
children, besides Have We not learned yet
that cold steel often lies hid under a fair
tunic! We will divide into two bands, as
we did at our first landing; and forbid
that any man shall separate himself from
his party. for any reason whatsoever"
Then he proceeded to single out those who
were to follow him; and to the great joy Of
Robert Of Normandy, he was included in
that favored number,
Valbrands men crashed away through
bush and bramble; and the chiefs following
threw themselves, like jubilant swimmers,
high in thorny bushes, they tore their way
through by sheer force Of strength. Now
they stepped high over a network Of low
iying vines. ankle-bonds tougher than wal,
pioneer that had worn the faint approach
to a ira they crawled on their hands and
knees. Every nest they CHANGED upon and
each berry bush, paid heavy toll; but
they gave the briers liberal return in the
way Of cloth and hair and flesh.
Il think 1t likely that could retrace my
steps by no other means than the hair that
have left on the thorns,,' Eyvind, the Ice
had paused to draw breath. In one of the
Few open spaces. The Feasless One over
heard him and laughed. when I found
that my locks were Liable to be pulled off
my mead entirely; disposed of them in this
He was leaning forward from his seat on
fallen oak to show how his black curls
were tucked snugly inside his collars when
shrek Of pain from the thicket behind
them brought every man.to his feet.
The chief ran his eye over the little group.
1T is Lodin that il missing" he said.
Probably he fingered at those last berry
business Knife in hand. he plunged Into
the jungle.
While q rustling green curtain still hid
the tragedy, the rescuers learned the ma
ture OF their companions peril; for sud-
denly, above the cries for help and the
crash of trampled brush, there rose the
roar OF an Infatuated bear.
Alwin's heart leaned in his breast, and
his nostrils wtdened with such e fierce joy
as won him the undytng RESPECT OF the
sportsmen around him. Pushing past his
comrades, he tore his way through the
tangle of twining willowy arms and gained
the side Of the chief
Left pushed aside the last overhanging
bough, and the conflict was before them,
Locked In the embrace Of as big bear
as It had ever been their. luck to see, stood
Lodin the BerryEater. That the beast
had como upon him from the rear was evil
dent, for the chisellikes claws of one huge
paw had torn mantle and tunio and flesh
into ribbons: but in some way the Viking
must have managed to turn and grapple
with his foe, for now his distorted face
bloody mangled spots upon either arm
showed where the brute's teeth had been;
but II the bears paws were gripping the