The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-08-10

into submarine without even the OBJ
servation tower showing.
| Major Bing's idea was this: He
had the population 60 forth into the for
| est and gather these products. When
| they brought 'em in he gave 'em one.
| fifth for their trouble. Sometimes they d
strike and demand sixth. The majos
| always gave In to 'en1.
1.-THE major had g bungalow so close
on the sea that the nine"inch tide
seeped through the cracks in the
kitchen floor. Me and him and High
Jack Stakeholder sat on the porch and
drank rum from noon till midnight. He
said he had piled up 100000 in New
Orleans banks. and High and me could
stay with him forever If we would. But
High Jack happened to think of the
United States, and began to talk eth
"7Ruinsl'. says Major Bing. The
woods are full Of 'em. 1 don't know
how far they date back, but they was
here before I came
"High Jack asks what form of wor-
ship the citizens of that locality are
"'Why, says the major, rubbing his
nose I can It, hardly say. / imagine
it infidel or Aztec or Nonconformist
or something like that. There's a
kind-with a parson named Skidder,
He claims to have converted the peo-
pie to Christianity He and me don t
assimilate except on state occasions.
imagine they worship some kind Of
gods OF idols yet. But Skidder says
he has 'em in the fold
ga few days later High Jack and
me, prowling around, strikes a plain
path into the forest, and follows it a
hro fnr
to the left. We 90 q mile, maybe,
down that, and run up against the
finest ruin You ever saw-solid stone
with trees and vines and underbrush
all growing up against 1T and through
it. All over it was chisled carvings
Of funny beasts and people that would
have been arrested If they'd ever come
out in vaudeville that way. We ap-
preached Ii from the rear.
much rum ever since we landed in
Boca. You know how an Indian is
the palefaces fixed his clock when they
introduced him to firewater. He'd
brought quart along with him
"fHunky, says he, wen explore
the ancient temple. It may be that
the storm that landed us here was
propitious. The Minority Report Bu-
reau Of Ethnology,' says he, may yet
PtoAi. W VINO 'o6oiioo VI "inu anu
tide
"We went in the rear door OF the
bum edifice. We struck kind of al
cove without bath. There was a gran.
ite davenport, and a stone washstand
without any soap or exit for the water,
and some hardwood pegs drove into
holes in the wall and that was all. To
90 out of that furnished apartment
into a Harlem hall bedroom would
make You feel like getting back home
from an amateur violoncello solo at an
East Side settlement house
fWhile High was examining some
| hieroglyphics on the wall that the stone
| masops must have made when their
| tools slipped, l stepped into the front
room. That was at least thirty by
| fifty feet, stone floor, six little win
dows like square port holes that didn t
let much light in.
az looked back over my shoulder.
and sees High Jack S face three feet
"fHigh,' says ]. 'of all the
fAnd then | noticed he looked fun
nv, and I turned around
"He'd taken off his clothes to the
| waist, and he didn't t seem TO hear me
| I touched him, and came near beating
! it. High Jack had turned to Stone.
| had been drinking some rum myself.
90 'Ossifiedi I says TO him, loudly
Il knew what would happen If you
! kept It up. -
"And then High Jack comes in from
! the alcove when he hears me convers.
| ing with nobody. and we have q look at
| Mr.. Snak kefeeder No. o. It's q stone
| idol or god or revised statue or sorne-