Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-05-08

below. A howl of rage and pain went
up from the man who was hit. 1t was
the white one, and the stick-throWn
with such vehemence-had struck him
across the eyes and had broken the
bridge of his nose.
Of course, the blacks had to minister
White Hunter who had learned their
to make them work for him. The
guide bound up the White Hunters
injured face and they turned about to
retrace their steps to the Black Mans
village, where the white man would
procure herbs and dressing for his
wounds.
We'll come here in a few days and
get that very fellow that hurled the
stick at me-" declared the White Hunt
er, his anger at boiling point. 'And
when we get him We'll kill him, that's
the way We'll put stop to his fight
ing with jagged sticks which break
mems noses and almost put out their
eyes"
But Squinkie did not hear the White
Hunters threat against him, for he
was making all possible speed through
the forest, leaping from branch to
! branch, from tree to tree, with the
rapidity of a bird on the wing, and be-
| fore the White Hunters face had
been wrapped in a bandage torn from
his own garments, Squinkie was far,
| far out of sight of the place where
the evil enemies had seen him.
And when, half an hour later,
Squinkie entered the confines of his
own particular wood-where a great
many monkeys dwelt-he went with
all possible speed to his mother and
told her the story of his experience.
OF course, his language was not a very
defensive one and he had much diff
ficulty in describing the tall creatures
who had walked on the ground, their
bodies SO straight-just like certain
trees, and who had displayed notion
to entrap him. But he made her un-
derstand that there was great danger
threatening Monlleytown, and she was
not long in arousing all the monkeys,
| telling them that they must flee, and
| flee at once, to some more secluded
place.
And that night. while the White
Hunter rolled and tossed on his pallet
of pain in the Black Mems village
| Squinkie and all his family and
friends and neighbors and acquaint
ances were moving to the southwark
with all speed and when the morning
dawned they had come into beautiful
place surrounded by swamp where II
would be almost impossible for the
foot of man to tread, for the jungle
that lay between the swamp and outer
world was so dense that even a snake
had difficulty in creeping through.
! And to this day the natives Of the
Black Mems village tell of the time
long. long ago when great White
Hunter came among them, and learn
ed their tongue in SO short a time, ant
gave them many trinkets of shining
things to adorn themselves; and tina
all he wanted was their assistance IL
catching the monkeys that lived IL
the forest near to the village. But the!
shake their heads when they come tt
that part of the story where ont
monkey hit the great White Hunte
across the nose and broke 1t, and how
4 the injured man died of his wounds
within few days and was buried
there at the outskirts Of the village
and how no native Of that village cal
!, ever be tempted to try to take int
} captivity the monkeys. And that !
, why in one part Of Africa Squinki
and those of his own band, were SAT
, during their lives, and even their DEF
cendants are safe from intrusion t
this day.