Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-13

things. As sure as we are sweating in this
bush village here. there's a white woman
| on the coast turning all the business there
upside down."
tired of having all his bright ideas comfort
ably shelved by you and me, and so his new
happy thought is to send his fascinating
typewriter out to hand instructions over in
person. and wait till they're put through
Your Carter and my Laura would be just
the sort of enthusiastic young people to fall
| in with scheme like that But must say
the conquest of Image beats me. 1t would
take heap more than hen typewriter to
tame Cappie Ina ge-me-l lad"
Yes. thought Of all that, but there's one
blessed thing that upsets it completely.
| The Oomsha is making headquarters at the
Dutch factory at Mokki. and building fort
there. Now, play on that
Weather too hot" said Slade- "Whe-
ew wish the breeze would come
| Dash it, man. think! white woman
building a fort up at Mokki."
Sounds buccaneerish I'll tell you what
German" Slade sat up with a sudden squirt
of unaccustomed energy and ran the per-
spiration off his face with a forefinger. by
CAD! l didn't think of that but picture the
joys of having a beastly German in at the
back of u.s. with a government subsidy and
a prce-cutting apparatus all complete.
Yes said Swizzle- Stick Smith grimly,
land also picture to yourself the emnently
British Capt Image yielding to the soft
Establishments of Garman Frau. He'd as
soon think of making himself amiable to a
gorilla. No. that theory's wrong The
thing stumps me, and I'm sure if it's too
big for me, it's outside your size
Quite So said Slade, who had dropped
back into his normal slackness after the
squirt of energy. Then he screwed up his
eyes tightly as the hot air was split with
succession of piercing yells and screeches.
:, Good Lord. what's that?' the old man
called out.
Some poor brute of a farmer. who's been
working on his cassava ground. being pulled
down by a leopard There don't get I'D:
you can't do anything. Don't you hear he's
quiet now. which means 'palaver set as
far as the farmer is concerned. That will
make the rest of his agricultural neghbors
careful for the next twenty-four hours. and
go to their work in pairs. and take their
spears. At the end of twenty-four hours
! their massive memories will fail them and
they'll stroll out alone just as the spirit
moves them, and some one else will be
chopped. Those squeals used to make one
feel rather sick at first. and one was apt to
get excited and rush out with gun. But 1t
never did any good. Spotted Dick always
prefers to dine In privacy and drags his
mutton back into the bush. / can imag-
ine." S1ade added with faint laugh. that
an energetic man who was a bit of sports
man would find this place pretty exasper-
ating. Thanks to these careless animals of
villagers ground-baiting the creatures to the
/ extent they have done, there's the best
stocked leOpard-cover in Africa round here,
but you simply can't get them up to the
gun. I've tried sitting up for them over a
kill. I've tried stalking, and always got
nothing. I risked drive one day and the
leopard chopped a couple of heaters. It
would be exasperating to an energetic man,
but thank goodness I'm not that. and SO
I've simply taken things as they came
Him." said Smith thoughtfully. When
we walked in here noticed fimped on one
side and you fimped on the other. We sort
of jabbed at one another. in and out. Now,
limping Is new accomplishment for YOU
Have you been interviewing leopard per-
sonaIlyT
Siade's sallow face flushed a little. We'll.
you see. a son of the headmAn here took II
into his silly head to get in a leopard's way
one day. and knew the old chap was aw--