The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1905-10-26
ed from my nose in d torrent, and for

ed from my nose in a torrent, and for
half a minute was stunned.
Good God, look at that! cried
PoOre, pointing down stream.
Crossing shallow part of the
creek were party of sixty. or seventy
savages, all armed with spears and
clubs. -Four of them, who were lead
ing, were carrying on poles from their
shoulders the naked and headless bod
les of our two unfortunate sailors, and
the decapitated heads were In either
hand of an enormously fat man, who,
from his many shell armlets and other
adornments, was evidently the leader.
So close were they-less than fifty
yards that we easily recognized one
Of the bodies by It's light yellow skin
as that Of Anteru (Andrew), a native
Of Rotaumah and one Of the best men
we had on the SANTANA.
Before I could stay his hand and
point out the folly of it Poore stood up
and shot the fat savage through the
stomach, and / saw the blood squirt
from his side as the heavy, fat nosed
bullet plowed its way clean through
the man, who, still clutching the two
heads in his ensanguined hands, stood
upright for a few seconds and then
fell with a splash into the stream
Wells Of fury and establishment
came from the savages as Poore, now
wild with fury, began to fire at them
indiscriminately until the magazine of
his rifle was emptied, but he was so
excited that only two or three of them
were hit. Then his senses came back
to him.
"sQuick, into the creek and over to
the other side or they'll cut us Off
eve clambered down the bank into
the water, and then by some mischance
Poore, who was bad swimmer, drop
ped bis rife and began uttering the
most fearful oaths. / told him there
was no use Of my trying to dive for
it unless he could hold my shotgun,
which I was carrying in my left hand
We had scarcely reached the opposite
bank when thin, slender spears began
to whi1 about us, and one no thicker
than lead pencil caught Poore In
the cheek obliquely, and its point came
out quite a yard from where it had en-
tered and literally pinned him to the
ground. I drew out the spear. We
started to run for our lives down the
opposite bank Of the creek. For some
minutes we painted along through the
long grass, hearing nothing, and then
as we came to an open spot and stop
ped to gain breath we were assailed by
a shower Of spears from the other side
Of the creek, and Poore was again bit,
a spear ripping open the flesh between
the forefnger and thumb of his left
hand. He seized my gun and fred both
barrels into the long grass on the other
side, and wild yells showed that some
Of our pursuers were at least damaged
by the heavy No. 1 shot intended for
cockatoos. Then all became silent,
and we again started, taking all avail
able cover and hoping we were not pur-
sued. We were mistaken, for present
~ we caught sight Of score Of our
enemies hundred yards ahead run
ming at top speed, evidently intending
70 cess cess love-, lover DC down and cut us off or
else secure the boat. Poore I55ockk~t 7H.1
flying shots at them, but they were
too far off and gave yell Of derision.
Putting my hand into the game bag to
get out two cartridges, was Mortified
to find 1t empty. Every one had fallen
out. At last we reached the boat and
found her floating bottom up. The
natives had been too quick for us.
ITO have attempted to right her
would have meant our being speared