The Washington times., 1912-08-09
THE TIMES DAILY sERIALsToRX
INTOTHE PRIMITIVE
ROBERT AMEs BENNETT
tcopyrisht. isda. Frank A. Munssy Co,

the direct path to the headland, and as
she refrained from visiting It, the new
happenings OF her wild life soon thrust
Wtnthrope and his death out of the
foreground of her thoughts. Each day
she had to nerve herself to meet the
bills and wings of the despoiled nest
owners; each day she looked with great
er hope for the expected rescue ship,
only to be increasingly disappointed.
But the hours she spent on the cliff
crest after gathering the days sup
ply or eggs were not spent merely in
watching and longing. The incon-
venience of carrying the eggs in
handkerchief or one Of the heavy lars
suggested renewal of her attempt at
aSs oSsket making; Momory. perseverance,.
to produce q small but serviceable ham,
per of split bamboo.
encouraged by this success, she
ssa sassereo ne g "a a quantity OF tough. wiry
OF the fimsy palm leaf makeshift The
result was by no means satisfactory,
Win regard to style, its shape being
intermediate between a Mexican SOM
prero and a funnel; but she could not
nave wished for more comfortable
mead cover. Before showing 1t to Blake
she woVe second one for him. so that
they were able to cast aside the gro
tcsque palm leaf affairs at the same
time.
The following morning Blake APP
peared in an outfit to match her leopard
skin dress; He had singed the hair
from the hide out OF which he had made
his moccasins. but his hyena skin
trousers quite matched the bristling
stubble on. his face.
Hey. Miss Jenny" he called, what
do you think of this for fancy needle
work."
Splendid! You're the very picture
OF an Argentine vaquero."
to ise Wesrv TSh W,s bsi bsnts me go back
that's II. 'i is ait It? 'eA Glad esaus; TVe got
something to call your ieopardine gown
that won't make you huffy."
I'VE can at least cali our costumes
serviceable, and mine has proved much
cooler than / had expected"
But our new hats beat all for that
There's good breeze-let's take a
hike"
MOT to the river. The very thought
Of that dreadful snake"
thinking for some time that we ought
to run down to that south headland
and take squint at the coast be-
yond. Ten to one its another stretch
&c You think there is chance we
About one chance in a million. even
for native village. The slave trade
I guess those that hit out up-country
get back yet"
But 1t has been years since the slave
trade was forbidden
And they don't sell beer In Kansas
oh, no! I'll bet the shows still slip over
from Madagascar, when the moon is in
the right quarter At any rate. niggers
are mighty scarce or mighty shy around
here. I've kept a watch for smoke, and
haven't seen q suspicion of 1t any
where.
Maybe the swamps swing around in
n n atrin Of
looked that way to me when 1 made
that trip inland along the ridge But
there's chance 1t used to be inha bited
village"
Il do not see that the discovery would
90 us any good"
How about the chance of grain or
bananas still growing? But that's all a
guess. We're going because we need a
change"
She nodded and hastened to prepare
breakfast, while he packed skin bag
with food and examined the slender tips
OF his arrows: AS a matter of precau-
ton, he had been keeping them in the
cigarette case. where the points would
poison. and at the same time guarded
against infiicting chance wound. But
as ne was now about to set out on a
trip he fitted tips into the heads of his
two straightest shafts.
The morning was still fresh when
they closed the barricade behind them
and descended to the pool There was
no game in sight. but Blake had no
wish to hunt at the commencement of
the trip. The steady southwest wind
had blown the sky clear OF it's malarial
haze and gave promise of a day which
shuold know nothing of sultry calm
a day on which game would be hard to
stalk, but one perfectly suited for
long tramp.
Mindful of ticks, Blake headed OBJ
liquely across for the beach. Once on
the smooth, hard sand. they swung
along at brisk pace, light-hearted and
keen with the spirit of adventure. Never
had they felt more companionable. Miss
Leslie laughed and chatted and sang
with"his club or sought to whistle grand
opera. He had healed his blistered lips
some time since by liberal applications
of antelope-tallow.
Gulls and terms circled about them
or hovered over the water, ready to
swoop down upon their finny prey
Sandpipers ran along the beach with
in stones throw; but the curlews
showed their greater knowledge of man
kind by keeping beyond gunshot
Once a great flock of geese drove
high overhead their header honking
the alarm as they swept above the sus-
picious figures on the beach. Like the
curlews, they had knowledge of man
kind. But the flock of white pelicans
which came sailing along in stately
leisure on their immense wings f1oated
past SO low that Blake felt certain he
could have shot one. He raised his bow
and took aim, but refrained from shoot
ing, at the thought that it would be a.
sheer waste OF his precious poison.
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