The Yale expositor., 1908-03-06

We loafed about Godthaab for two
weeks before could prevail upon lib
to let the Arctic circle giants go by
the board. Then We caught New
foundland whaler and beat across to
Cape Gridley, where we were to look
for any mail that might have been
brought up by the last boat.
Then came the frisk of wind that
drove the tub well inside and made 1t
imperative for us to tarry in that
dread northland for yet another bout
with fate, in which, incidentally, lib
was destined to eclipse all Ribby
OHara and Harlem Slasher records,
and make the Butchers Own, with his
new scissors blow, look like an aged
dame working doilies. For il was after
we left the whaler in high disgust at
Tuvak, or the Smooth Rock trading
post. that lib Cleaned up Chuck Nc
Burr, the welter-weight champion of
the Little Seal river and Hudson
strait. A million-dollar baby boy was
the gate receipts, and the winner was
te take all.
Now, you know, | had always han
kered for the boxing game a bit, but
lib, because of his New England up
bringing, had but little use for the
sport, and always insisted an angry
man in righteous cause could mace
the average pug into oblivion. Yet,
despite his aversion to professional
h. L.
possibilities, and was the first man
to introduce the sprocket-wheel smash
to the shores of Ungava and the
Strait. Dear, dear! what a mill it
was, and neither of 'em wore the
American flag or talked into phono-
graphs!
But let me bark back and not
spoil the finale. The circus manage
ment had given Tib carte blanche to
pick up whatever odds and ends he
could in event of failure to snare a
giant, and as side issue he had
brought along the faithful old picture
machine that once made him president
of Arcate. 1t was his intention to
snap a series OF pictures OF the rough
and rugged life, on the side, and
profit by them when once embarked
in business on his own hook This
machine we had tenderly brought with
us from Godthaab on the whaler. AS
soon as we reached the post, FINER
the agent, gave us 22-carat welcome
and when lib set up his gallery in the
long, low house and began squirting
on the screen scenes from Central
park and Palm Beach, our host could
only wipe away pearly tears and
moan, Man, man, never leave us.
This was a great game of Tbs. With
that loyal apparatus he knew he could
capture the affections and cooperation
of any agent or factor on the circuit
and obtain more favors than IL he had
paraded out fat salary. II was To
them what beads and tin cans are Ia
aborigines, and more than once did we
find the move paid for all bother and
expense.
And because he understood these
men and had anticipated meeting
them, he had waived his hostility tc
the bruising pastime and had trotteo
along three or four six-round goes be
tween different celebrated Chickens
and Gouger Boys. | thought the gant
would go daffy with glee. They KEEP
him working the films slowly, so they
could dope out just how each lemon
was donated. And the old boy, al
though the pictures had taught him al
he knew of the sport, could so adap
himself to our hosts humor as to ran
learnedly on just how telling jol
was delivered. When the screen go
hszy he would illustrate on my per
son, and the spectators quickly de
cided he invented fist-cuffs.
Il confess ! deplore its brutality,
he concluded, apologetically. evadinl
my admiring gaze. And yet cando