The Dolores star., 1908-06-19

right than have you live to tell an
other story. Hurrah. now you've got
it-happy thought, You'll try it on
the dog. Fixing him with your eye
you begin:
The fieas bothered my DOG SO.
concluded I'd teach 'em a lesson l
learned long ago. but never put in prac-
tice. / sent and got a piece Of liver
and put it near the dog. The fieas all
hoped onto it and stuck Just as
was getting ready to throw it in the
fire i turned my back a moment and
the dog ate the liver, fleas and all.
Now. he's fieas lined"
But about the Dog Grotto. Well, its
filled with carbonic acid gas. and for
generations guides have made money
out of tourists by showing some poor
little canine into the cave and keep
ing him there until his legs began to
totter and his head to whirl, when
they would haul him out and souse
him in the nearby lake until he re-
vived: and revive he must. for was
there not another tourists carriage
coming down the hill? But sometimes
doggie didn't revive. Well, he was
only a dog, and there had been in
stances where men had perished in the
foul-smelling cave. But that was ages
ago. There was French king who
brough: a donkey to the grotto and
tried the effect of the gas on him. The
animal died. But why the king tried 1t
on donkey don't know, unless that
a fellow-feeling makes us-but, no-I
won't. Then there was an early Span
ish viceroy who wanted to decide
whether the gas was in prime condi-
ton or not. SO he put two of his slaves
in the cave and they were brought out
dead. Spoke well for the gas, at any
rate.
Nowadays the question as to the
virtue of the gas is more humanely
settled. The guide takes burning
torch and plunges it into the cave.
Instantly 1t goes out. But IL the act is
repeated several times the gas, inn
pregnated with smoke. assumes the
appearance of silver sea, flowing in
ripping waves against the black wall
of the cavern" A good story is told
Of the guides of that region. AS mat
tSi Va AdSt thCy dlC WhoilS
with their high-sounding names OF
this broken wall or that defaced in
scription.
1t is said that they keep a little dog
which they offer up as a sacrifice on
the altar Of the tourists curiosity.
Shall 1 throw him in?" they will
ask the visitor; and If he be of hu-
name disposition he will quickly re-
ply, Certainly not! What d. you think
1 am?"
And the guide will say-making a
shrewd guess-"I teenk you are Ameri-
can. Englees he say, 'Yaas, bah
Jove, t'row leetle beggar een!"
But once there came along an
American, whom the guide took to be
English. and when he asked, Shall I
t'row leetle beggar een?" the Ameri-
can replied:
IF you do, I'll throw your id car
cass in after him!"
The thing to do while at Naples is
to go to the pink coral grotto, SO to
the pink coral grotto we went 1t lies
between the Bay Of Pozzuoli and that
special little bay where Pliny kept his
navy. We went out in a boat with
four rowers, the chief of whom gave
US large punches of taffy about our
country-"beeyuteef America" fine
New York." etc.-he had travelled, oh,
yes! he had been to Jib-later (Gibral.
tar) and to Acknowledgements
country" ETC., until it came time to
return, when the fellow demanded
that we pay them franc each then
and there, instead of the equivalent of
ten cents each on the return to the
shore. Upon refusal he worked him.
self up into a hysterical sort of
paroxysm, and shrieked: No! not
shore! In de boat! In de boat! But my
| American nerve rose to the occasion
and l fatty refused, notwithstanding
that the situation began to get
strained, to put it mildly. Sulkily he
gave in, and gave the command to re-
turn to land. and slowly we were pro
| pelled-so slowly, indeed, that l had
serious misgivings that we were to
spend the night upon the darkening
sea, while the muttered abuse of our
Countrywide country-people vii
lains-dirty New York-America ali
thieves!"-made me long to knock the
rascal overheard and have done with
him. However as we approached the
shore they became more civil and, as
we alighted-glad to be back with q
whole skin-they bowed and scraped
cap in hand, begging for settlement
at once. But no, the game was now in
my hand, and marching up to the no
tel demanded of the manager how II
was that he sent his guests out with
parcel of rascals and extortionists
terrifying hapless foreigners and In
dulging in foul abuse CT their country
etc., etc. He rolled his eyes tc
heaven and protested that he knew