The Washington times., 1912-07-31
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oysters themselves. How good they
look. Do you like them raw"
Cant say like them much anyway,
as rule. But If l did. wouldn't eat
this a.xns mess raw
This must be the dry season here
and the river Is running mighty clear.
liquid malaria. Well not eat these oys-
ters till they've been Pasteurized.'
y IF the water is 80 dangerous L fear
we shall suffer before we can return"
What" exclaimed Blake. Half
gone already? That was Winthrope."
He was very thirsty. Could we not
boil a potful Of the river water?"
run too dry. First. though, wen make
q try for cocoanuts. Let's hit out for
the nearest grove now. The main thing
Is to keep moving"
and his club and started for the thorn
clump, leaving the skin, together with
the meat and the salt, for Miss Leslie
to carry. Winthrope was awakened by
a touch OF Blake's foot and all three
were soon walking away from the sea-
shore, just within the shady border of
the mangrove wood.
At the first fanpalm Blake stopped
TO gather number of leaves, for
etrpalmleaf hats were now crack
ruddy antelope leaped out of the bush
ahead of them and dashed Off toward
the river before Blake could bring
his bow: As IL in mockery Of his lack
OF readiness. troop of large green
a tree above tie party. S ."
with stified curse, Blake jerked
the bowstrtng into its notch and be-
iore Miss Leslie could utter the pro-
test which sprang to her lips, he had
sent an arrow whirring up among
the branches: Though he had aimed
at random, the shaft grazed the side
animal sprang away with a startled
Shrek. and while Blake was fitting a
second arrow to the string every
monkey disappeared in the dense foli-
age.
"By George. nearly got one. just the
same" he muttered. "Bet / tickled
his ribs. the way he squeaked. l say,
Miss Jenny. think you can lug the pot
TIL try"
Good Tor you. little woman! ThatT
give me chance to shoot quick"
They moved on again for a. hundred
YARDS or more. but though Blake kept
a sharp lookout both above and be-
low he saw no game other than few
small birds and a pair of blue wood
pigeons When he sought to creep up
on the latter they flew. to 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
Instantly a tiny object whirred up
and struck him in the face.
"Whee" he exclaimed, springing
back and striking. "a hornet! No. it's
':pid it sting you?" inquired Miss
"sting?-Keep back. there's a 10.
more of 'em-sting? Oh! no, he only
d6.arning needle. Shy around here.
There's whole swarm of the little
devils, and they're hopping mad. Hear
But where is their hivew asked
Winthrope, as all three drew back
behind the nearest bush.
Guess they've borrowed that ant
ihl' h,il'" replied Blake. gingerly lingering
the tIfsoy white .s lump which marked the spot
wouldn't 1t be delightful II we had
some honey? exclaimed Miss Leslie.
by Joye, that really wouldn't be half
bad" chimed in Winthrope.
we'H need a fire to tackle those buzzers
Guess it'll be as we'll to let them cool
Off a bit also. The cocoanuts are only
a. little away ahead now. Here, give me
They soon came to small grove of
cocoanut palms, where Blake threw
down his club and bow and handed his
magnifying glass to Miss Leslie.
Here" he said, you and Win start
fire. It's early. yet. but I'm thinking
stew"
How about the meat?'' asked Miss
Leslie.
our dessert"
Selecting one of the smaller trees,
Blake spat on his hands and began 10
to climb the slender trunk. Aided by
previous experiences. he mounted stead