The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-02-16

has nothing else than downright fiirta-
tion.
They made the pleasing discovery
( that they could both sing. There was
| hardly an opera in vogue that one OF
other did not know sufficiently well
to be able to recall the chief musical
numbers. Iris had a sweet and sympa-
thetie mezzo-soprano voice, jerks an
excellent baritone, and, to the secret
amazement of the girl, he rendered one
or two well-known Anglo-Indian bar
rack-room ditties with much humor.
This, then, was the mise-en-scene
| Iris, seated in the broken saloon
chair, which the sailor had firmly
wedged into the sand for her accom-
mediation, was attired in olose-fitting
costume selected from the small store
| of garments so wisely preserved by
jerks. She wore a pair of clumsy
mems boots, several sizes too large for
her. Her hair was tied up in a gypsy
knot on the back of her head, and the
light of a cheerful log fire danced in
her blue eyes.
jerks, unshaven and ragged, squat
ted tailorwise near her. Close at hand,
on two sides. the shaggy walls of rock
rose in solemn grandeur. The neigh
boring trees, -decked now in the sable
livery of night, were dimly outlined
against the deep. misty blue of sea and
sky or wholly merged in the shadow
of the cliffs.
They themselves in the peaceful
influences of the hour. Shipwrecked,
remote from human kind, environed by
dangers known or only conJectured,
two solitary beings on a tiny island,
thrown haphaZard from the depths of
the China sea, this young couple, after
passing unScathed through perils un-
known. even to the writers of melo-
drama, lifted up their voices in the
sheer eXuberance of good spirits and
Astounding vitality.
The girl was specially attracted by
The Buffalo Battery" a rollicking
lyric known TO all Anglo-India from
Peshawur to Tuticorin. The air is the
familiar one of the Hen Convention"
and the opening verse runs in this
wise:
1 love to hear the, sepoy with his bold and
martial tread,
And the .thud OF the galloping cavalry
re-echoes through my head;
But sweeter far than any sound by NOR
Is the tramp of the Buffalo Battery a.
going TO parade.
CHORUS:
For it's "Hainya! hainya. hainya.
hainya,'
Twist their tails and 60
With Hath! hath! hathi." elephant
and buffoa.
"Chow-chow. ehow-chow, chow-chow.
chOW-chow"
Teri MAJ" "Chel-lor'
Oh, that's the way they shout all dav
and drive the buffalo.
Iris would not be satisfied until she
understood the meaning of the Hin
dustani phrases, mastered the nasal
pronunciation of "hainya," and placed
the artificial accent on plant and 10
in the second line of the chorus
jerks was concluding the last verse
when there came hurting through the
air the weird cries of the singing bee
tie, returning, perchance, from success
full foray on Palm-tree Rock This
second advent of the insect put an end
TO the concert. Within a quarter of
an hour they were asleep.
Thenceforth, for ten DAYS, they Ia
bored increasingly, starting work at
daybreak and stopping only when the
light failed, finding the long hours
of sunshine all too short for the
manifold tasks demanded of them.
yet thankful that the night
brought rest The sailor made
out a program 10 which he rigidly adj
hered. In the first place, he completed
the house. which had two compart-
ments, an inner room i'm which Iris
slept, and an outer. which served as a
shelter for their meals and provided a
bedroom for the man.
Then he constructed a gigantic sky
sign on Summit Rock, the smaH clus-
ter of ooulders on top of the cliff His
chief difficulty was to hoist into place
the tall poles he needed and for this
purpose he had to again visit Palm
tree Rock i'm order TO secure the pulley.
By exercising much ingenuity in devils
ing shear-legs he at last succeeded in
lifting the masts into leir allotted re-
ceptacles, where they we're firmly Sc
cured Finally he was able to swing
into air, high above the tops of the
neighboring trees, the loftiest of which
he felled in order to clear the view on all
sides. the name of the ship Sirdar fash
Toned in siX-fOot letters nailed and
spliced together i'm sections and made
from the timbers of that Inflated YES
sell
Meanwhile he taught Iris how to
weave a net out of the strands of un-
raveled cordage. With this. weighted
by bullets, he contrived a casting-net