The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-01-13
CHAPTER VII.
THE INVISIBLE FIRE.

In the factories which dot the West
African seaboard and rivers, death is
such a constant visitor that much of
his grimness had faded. At home, In Eng
shiver with apprehension whenever our
relative who is .'out on the West
Coast, comes up into the mind; blu.
fever when they fall due with Ger
tain callous philosophy, and on his
emergence shattered and shrunken
on not being candidate for gun
case and a, top hat that time. Those
who go up in the bush and are there
the ever ver.grindine "i surf, those who S go
out by the thousand and one .oppor-
tunities which the climate and the sur
roundings offer. slip off their human
garb with an easy nonchalance: and
those who are left pronounce some
pithy epitaph over the deceased and
go on with their quicker interests
event of even smaller moment still;
and in the event of a quarrel, one com
petitor will often sit down. cuddle his
then deliberately suspend his vital
annoyance to his rival.
Now, the above paragraphs are some
what OF the nature OF footnote ele-
waited to the text. But they are neces-
sary at this point in these memoirs to
of extinction. Neither of them of
course in the least wished to die; nut
it never occurred to them to face death
with anything beyond the usual Coast
philosophy.
screw If we get through this" said
III hadn't made a promise" said
about your Mr.. X that would startle
you're tantalizing baggage. and
I've a good mind to pick you up and
shake it out of YOU Cad. Here they
box Of matches and light those bombs
for White Man s-Trouble to throw"
"Bombs! Do you mean the cigarette
tins?"
Eyes. You'd big brazing-lamp in
the factory Remember 1T? Well. you
Guessed. found q drum fpil q It.
tb Senz ana I've I'm Ia Srn vi like wnkpe
in tails sun. and the niggers'l never
see the flame. Only thing to take care
Of is not to set light TO- the factory.
Now. do you understand"
and d'you savvy,- Trouble"
my leg plenty-too- much with dem dam
flame when sun lib for shine. fit
for serve as standby-at-crane boy
once. sar,. on steamah"
well, MT. Engineer throw straight
and don't get hoist by your own petard.
BY the living Jink We're, in for it now.
Throw, Trouble. for all you're worth.
right into the blue of them"
The four-ffty repeater yap-yapped
its message, and tho man who had
Learned to shoot quick and straight
amonst the rabbits and grouse of Up
per Wharfdale. made deadly practice
at this bigger. game. But two eight
shot Winchestcrs are of very little
moro value than catapults in stopping
the rush of two hundred lighting black
pagans officered by Moslemin Hnusas
Beforehand the fire Of the Portuguese
and the factory Krooboys had held
them OFT: much more by it's noise than
its deadliness Tho one solitary shooter
who remained, they held in scorn: he
was firing white powder in the Win
chester, and the smallness of tho noise
and tho absence OF smoke encouraged
them. They scorned to shoot at him
with their nintlocks. They would rush
in and put this man to the matchet.
and save the girl alive. And there
after. when they rolled the red head
at King Kallee's feet, and made the
girl stand up before him, many and
fine presents would be given to glad
den them and their women.
So they gave the Okky yell, and
sprang out OF the bush into tho op ben.
and rushed across the clearing.
But 10, presently the white man
called out. behold, I put ju-ju on you