The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1910-07-05

thorn clump. leaving the skin togeth-
er with the meat and the salt for Miss
Leslie TO carry. WINTHROP was
wakened by a touch of Blake's foot,
and all three were soon walking away
from the seashore. just within the
shady border of the mangrove wood.
At the first fan-palm Blake stopped |
to gather a number of leaves. for their |
palm-leaf hats were now cracked and |
broken. A little farther on a rudy |
antelope, with lyrate horns, leaped out
of the bush before them and dashed
off toward the river before Blake
could string his bow AS if in mock
cry of his lack of readiness, troupe
of large green monkeys set up a wild
chattering in tree above the party.
Il say, Miss Jenny. do you think you
can lug the pot, II we 60 slow? 1t isn't
far now.
Good for you, little woman. That'll
give me a chance to shoot quick
They moved on again for hundred
yards or more; but though Blake kept
a sharp lookout both above and below,
he saw no game other than a few
small birds and pair of blue wood
pigeons When he sought to creep up
on the latter, they flew into the next
tree. In following them, he came
upon a conical mound of hard clay,
nearly four feet high.
Hello; this must be one of those
white ant-hills," he said, and he gave
the mound kick.
Instantly tiny object whirred up
and struck him in the face.
Wheel" he exclaimed, springing
back and striking out "A hornet. No;
it's a bee."
Did it sting you?" cried Miss Les
lie.
Sting? Keep back; there's a lot
more of em. Sting? Oh, no; he only
hypodermicked me with a red-hot
darning needle. Shy around here.
There's a whole swarm of the little
devils, and they're hopping mad. Hear
em buzzi"
But where is their hive?" asked
Winthrope, as all three drew back be
hind the nearest bushes.
Guess they've borrowed that ant
] HILL" replied Blake, gingerly lingering
the white lump which marked the spo
where the bee had struck him.
Wouldn't it be delightful if we ha(
g some honey?" exclaimed Miss Leslie
by Jove, that really wouldn't b.
e half bad," chimed in Winthrope
r. Maybe we can, Miss Jenny; onl.
n We'll need fire to tackle those buz
zers. Guess it'll be as well to let then
d cool off bit also. The cocoanuts ar
u only little way ahead now. Here
l give me the pot
They soon came to small grove G
K, cocoanut palms, where Blake thre'
e. down his club and bow and handle
n his burning-glass to Miss Leslie.
S, Here" he said; you and Win stal
lie fire. It's early yet but I'm thinl
ic ing we'll all be ready enough fc
is oyster stew"
ir How about the meat?" asked Mis-
Leslie.
m Keep that till later. Here goes fe
ed our dessert"
ny Selecting one of the smaller palm
p Blake spat on his hands, and bega
On to climb the slender trunk. Aided
lie previous experiences. he mounte
as steadily to the top. The descent VIZ
10 made with even more care and stead
Id ness, for he did not wish to tear II
g skin from his hands again.
IN Now, VIM" he said, as he neare
ut the bottom and sprang down, "lea'
ed the cooking to Miss Leslie, and hus
he some of those nuts. You won't more
Nv have time to do it before the ste
Oh is ready
Winthrope's response was to dra
to out his penknife. Blake stretch'
himself at ease in the shade, but Ike
a critical eye on his companions. 4
nd though Winthrope's fingers trembl
RS with weakness. he worked with pl
an cision and rapidity that drew a CRU
'ot of approval from Blake. Present
& Miss Leslie, who had been stirring t
lid stew with a twig, threw in a lit
salt, and drew the pot from the I'll
at EN- avant. gentlemen. Dinner
nd served, she called gayly.
'ut whats that" demanded Blal
it'll 'Oh; sure. Hold on, Miss Jenr
he You'll dump it ALL
He wrapped a w1sp OF grass abe
an the pot, and filled the three cocoan
to bowls The stew was boiling he
ok but they fished up the oysters wi
EN- the bamboo forks that Blake n
carved some days since. By the til
my the oysters were eaten, the liquor
MT the bowl was cool enough to drir
The process was repeated until
pot had been emptied of its conten
re, Say, but that was something lik
ar. murmured Blake. IF only we'd
ian pretzels and beer to go with IT. Z
ase these nuts won't be bad
d. When they finished the cocoanu
ear Winthrope asked for a drink of '
n, ter.
up Would it not be best to keep it I
til later?" replied Miss Leslie.
alf Sure" put in Blake. We've
e." enough liquid refreshments to do a
not one. If don't look out, you'll both
drinking river water. Just bear
II mind the work I'd have to carve