Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1913-03-28

information of the approach of a good herd. No
sooner did he get Of some big tuskers than
he set forth through the thorn scrub. under a
blazing tropical sun. to track them.
Creeping on all-fours through the bushes and
ffteenfoot-high grass he made his way into the
center of the herd and selected his bulls He
would follow them up until he had killed of all
the best tuskers in the herd. Then would come
the cutting up of the elephants and the hewing
out of their giant ivory teeth.
At last the Sudan government determined to
stand this brazen lawlessness longer A mes
senger dispatched to Rogers warning him to
come IN and surrender, or else declared the off,
Gals, he would not be spared.
His answer typical of the man:
IF you want me- come and get me-"
Now Captain Fox inspector of the Mongolia
province in the Sudan, did want Rogers and
moreover, wanted him badly. He accepted the
challenge. after first sending word to Rogers
that he proposed to bring him into Mongolia,
dead or alive"
Rogers laughed when he read the message
Back came the answer, the foot of the same
official note: Il am waiting Come and get me-"
Captain Fox set forth from Mongolia in pursuit
of this daring outlaw with the meager force of
Sudanese non-commissioned officer and six Sudan
csc soldiers and few native carriers and mules
for the conveyance of supplies.
Up the banks Of the Nile went the little party
of soldiers and their white leader and ever in
advance of them was the fearless Rogers, laugh
ing in his sleeve and content in the belief that be
could outwit the most determined pursuit But
he had misjudged the caliber of the man who
had been sent after him.
Day by day the little party kept on down the
Nile, up the Nile. across the Nile, first in the
Congo. territory and then in Uganda territory
Doubling and redoubling on their tracks, they
never gave up hope.
Something of the spirit which must have pos
sessed both pursuer and pursued can be cleaned
from the story of the final meeting between these
two men.
Worn out, wet and hungry, Fox and his party
reached village late night. Here they learn
ed that the poachers had shot native for dis
obeying order given by Rogers This had
happened only that morning, SO they
hot on the trail of Rogers
Despite their pitiabe condition, on learning
of this murder Captain Fox and his weary men
at once set out in the dark In pursuit They
travelled all that night and the greater part of
the next day. Toward sunset they came in sight
of an immense village square, around which were
posted hundred of the armed native followers
of the poacher.
Slowly Captain Fox advanced until he stood in
the center of the armed men.
Where is the white man, your master?" he ask
ed authoritatively
The armed natives watched him suIenly with
out vouchsaing reply. At last, after what seem
ed like hours to the captain, one of the natives
pointed silently toward a large house in the
ter of the village
Fox approached the house indicated, with his
rifle cooked and ready for instant in case of
need. He halted few PAGES from the house and
summoned Rogers to come out and surrender.
No reply came to the first summons and so he
repeated it twice more
All remained as silent as the grave and Fox
began to suspect treachery. But he kept his
eyes the door.
Suddenly it opened: and native servant
came out and saluted Fox
The commandant wants you to come in" he
said, in his native dialect He is sick, and
not come out to you"
At first 1t looked suspicious, but Fox decided
to risk any trap He walked toward the house
and left his rife outside leaning against the wall
Iken he called to his soldiers to remain ON guard
and allow one to leave the house while he was
in 1t.
Then he passed in through the doorway.
he found himself in large dark room, lighted
by single Pickering candle. For moment his
eyes failed to see anything, but gradually he be-
came accustomed to the dark light and made out
the figure of white man lying on camp cot.
Beside him sat another white man, who was UNI
known to Fox He had heard that there
other white man with Rogers, whom the natives
called Doctor" but his identity had never been
learned by the government
Surrounding the bed were ten armed native
followers Of Rogers, who eyed the soldier with
sullen suspicion.
Fox stood inside the door and looked from
white man to the other.
Which is Mr.. Rogers?" he asked breaking the
strained silence.
Mr.. Rogers has been shot," replied the white
man sitting beside the cot, with a growl of an
ger.
"Yes, and by your men,"
The man on the bed spoke thickly and as If in
great pain.
Il am sorry, very sorry indeed, that you have
been wounded, Mr.. Rogers" Fox walked slowly
forward to the bed. hope 1t is not serious, but
certainly you are mistaken in thinking my SOL
diers Gid it."
mol" Rogers Numbered at him, partly rising
In bed and falling back with groan. The other
white man tried to soothe him. ct was by the
soldiers you sent here to arrest me-" he contin-
ued, with bitter hate.
There were three Of my men on ahead Of