The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1913-01-11

The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife,
This was written of the henpecked
husband with one wife-but to have
sixteen such ''tyrants" forever nag
ging at your soul, even the poet could
not do justice to the feelings of Hugh
Edward Gillespie, an Englishman. who
fled from perfectly good African
throne to escape the nightly curtain
lectures of his sixteen 'beloveds." He
was literally henpecked off the throne
by this anvil chorus
Stranger adventures probably never
befel man, even in the realms OF nc
native of Newcastle. England.
While hunting in the jungle in Brit
ish East Africa, he fell asleep anu
was captured by the BLACK men,
who took him before their king. He
fought that potentate and licked
him; became the ruler in his stead,
because of the attachment for him of
sacred monkey and entered into full
royal possession, including a dusky
harem. And his sixteen wives, ac-
.cording to his own statement, hen
pecke-d' him off the throne and out
of the Kingdom
Gilhespie's mates on the Royal
Prince, an African coast trading ves-
sci on which the ex-king is second en-
gineer, corroborate his story in many
of its details. Besides, the English
man still retains that furtive look
which marks the man with the "ty-
rant wife''-or wives-the world over.
Even as he told the story of strange
adventure he would cast worried
glances over his shoulder, as If fear
full that in New York his former
queens might appear at any moment
BY HUGH EDWARD GILLESPIE.
| was born in Newcastle, England,
and served my apprenticeship at Haw-
thornes. Nine years ago-I am now
twenty eight-I entered the service of
the Prince line. At the time of my
adventure was, as am now, the Sec
ond engineer on the Royal Prince.
trading from Mombasa to New York.
had often touched at East African
ports, and for long time had want,
ed to do some big game shooting
want to say right now, though, that
my desires along that line are fully
satisfied. Never again will / desert
the paths of civilization. might be
made king again. Ugh!
But to continue with my story. Al
Mombasa / obtained the necessary
leave. and with guide set out sol
Dfe->jungle. We soon came upon
the trail of Glands, and followed i
for some hours Eventually. when the
trail became stronger, my guide sug
gested that we separate so that VIZ
could come on the game from tive
sides. We followed this plan. ant
hence my ''kingly'-and henpecked-
adventure.
For an hour / followed the track o
the game, and then found that | wa
lost. l shouted and fired my gun sev
eral times, in the hopes that the guild
would hear me, but all to no purpose
] was lost, and SO had to make tn
best of It, For a time l tried to re
trace my steps, but only made matter
worse, and evidently had wandered ia
into the Jungle When almost wor
out by hunger and my long tramp,
lay down for little rest.
Lands on Kings Solar PIexus.
/ don't know how long had bee
asleep, when l was awakened by
rough shake of the shoulder. l opei
ed my eyes. and there before me, stoo
the most villainous bunch of native
It has ever befallen to my lot to SCI
They had already taken possession {
my rifle and revolver. so that whe
they motioned for me to follow the
leader there was nothing else to do. B
sides. / was so nearly famished tn;
Iwould have gone anyhow in the hoI
that they would give me something
eat.
The march led to their village. ar
there / was presented to the king.
big black bullet head" individual WI
sat in an old arm chair, probably s
cured from some seaport town. Ov'
this chair was thrown lions ski
The natives kowtowed to their mo
arch. and babe me do likewise
wouldn't make an obeisance, and
signs so declared. Then they tri,
20 force me to bow. Instead, thu
started about the prettiest little re
lou ever saw. When l finished wi
that crew three of them were 3tretC
ed out cold before the royal throl
and half dozen others were nul
g. .,,dlv hruicad facos