The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-19

EEhz@YM from the interior of the bungalow. The # 1R& narrow path, like whitewashed strip,
 reached fearfuy toward the weird tree
 ~tn, masses, and alongside it the coarse
 @D rirro grass stood up haughtily if pro- testing against the man-made barrenness The jungle resenfs cleared space; it speaks of the presence of hum-1 beings.
 "VI nat is it7" I asked softly.
 Nothing" niurmured the naturalist but his grip on the unplaned pine limbs which formed the frame upon which the Dyak stretched did not relax He gave inc impression of sitting the noises of the night with his whole body.
 Suddenly his head sharply down between his shoulders and the chair groaned protest he left it with a spring A black line appeared upon the rnoon-whtened path. and the heavy German bounced upon 1t with the agility of cat
 "It is that damn vermilion snake," he grunted holding the wriggling thing up by the tail as he sflufHed toward the door, "This is the second time he has escaped"
 When the chair had again received him with long-drawn creaking sound, put question.
 ~Did you see him before he started across the path7' asked.
 ~No," snapped Schreiber. CT just felt that things are not right That is easy. When he escaped it caused little silence and just little change in the note of those that didn't keep altogether quiet. Listen please, nowl'l ' From inside the darkened bungalow came pecu- wasplie buzzing that filtered unceasing into the mysterious night. The surrounding jungle appeared to be listening it. At first it dehed the attempts of the ear when it sought to analyze the medley. then the different noises asserted themselves slowly It the inarticulate of the Germans prisoners There was the soft moaning of the wakeful gibbon, the pat pat of the ciyet, the whimper of the black monkey the snufing of caged small things, and the If fhatc raUle wearily around boxes. The sounds seemed to bring to the place peculiar that put the bungalow apart from the untrammeled jungle that surrounded it on all sides They all right now" murnured the German, contentedly. "They quiet so"
 "But how did they know that the vernailion snake had escaped?" asked. They're in the dark"
 The naturalist laughed, the pleasant laugh of the man to whom question like mine brings the thrill of subtle 1attery.
 "How?" he repeated. My friend, the gibbon in there felt his blood ia. He whimper softly oh. so softly, and the along the cages The dark makes no difference to the wild people. Every little bit of their bodies is Every little hair listens and tells them something That is 1t should be. I felt the change in their notes. l dreaming of Jan Wycks place in Amsterdam just then, and wake up mighty quick The black mon- key stopped quiet for black monkey is wise but the tune of the others changed pianssimo very, very sudden. A snake is fellow that can get in anywhere. Listen them now. l did not tell them that he back, but they know
 feeling of nauseation crept over me as the Ger man spoke haltngly groping for the words to ex- press himself. To the bungalow appeared as a Ieprous spot in the jungle of wild, waving tapang pandanus and sandal~ood laced together with riot ous creepers. The whmperng, 'snufHing, and pro testing rustling made shiver, and l surprised myself by voieing my thoughts.
 "It seems so internally cruel" stamnered lf you look at-
 The naturalist interrupted me with quiet laugh and I remained silent. The big meerschaum was being puffed vigorously.
 HsIt is not cruel" he said slowly. "Out there, he waved hand at the b1ue-back of jungle that looked like foundation upon which the pearly sky reared itself "they dining each other. My ,risoners are safe and have plenty. Did you not hear just now how it troubled them when the snake escaped? Sol The black monkey has little one and sf1e was afraid. The jungle life is not lengthy one for the weak I at Amsterdam hve years .go-Ach Gotti it seems fifty years ago-and at Haqenbeck's see a one-eared mias that trapped years ago She looked we'll Would she be alive here? I do not know.
 The irritating droning noise continued to pour out 1T .he bungalow It hoated out into the night that .o,eared to be ali ears in an effort to absorb it.