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

les of the Land of Nod being cousins
german (well if the Germans don t nod
who does?) to the mound builders of
i Ohio with incomprehenso and respect.
And when I'd tell her about the Bow
cry and Coney Island, and sing her a
few songs that L ID heard the Jamaica
! niggers sing at their church lawn-par-
ties, she didn Z look much less inter
ested than she did when High Jack
would tell her that he had pipe that
the first inhabitants of America origi-
nally arrived here on stills after a
freshet at Tenafly, New Jersey.
''But ] was going to tell you more
about High Jack.
About six months ago I got letter
from him. saying he'd been commits
stoned by the Minority Report Bureau
of Ethnology at Washington to go
down to Mexico and translate some ex.
cavatious or dig up the meaning of
some shorthand notes on some ruins
or something of that sort. And if I'd
90 along he could squeeze the price into
the expense account.
"Well, ID been holding napkin
over my arm at Chubb's about long
enough then, so l wired High Jack
Yes: and he sent me a ticket, and I
met him in Washington, and he had a
lot of news to tell me. First of all,
was that Florence Blue Feather had
suddenly disappeared from her home
and environments.
Run away7' I asked.
Vanished, says High Jack dis
appeared like your shadow when the
sun goes under cloud. She was seen
OIL the street, and then she turned a
corner and nobody ever seen her after
ward. The whole community turned
out to look for her. but we never found
q clew'
'E'Tbat' bad-that s bad SAYS I.
She was mighty nice girl, and as
smart as you find 'em.
| guess he must have esteemed Miss
Blue Feather quite highly. I could see
that he'd referred the matter to the
whisky jug. That was his weak point
and many another mans I've no.
ticed that when man loses a girl he
generally takes to drink either Just be-
fore or just after it happens.
HFIom Washington we railroaded 1t
to New Orleans, and there took a tramp
steamer, bound, for Belize. And gale
pounded US all down the Caribbean,
and nearly wrecked US on the Yucatan
coast opposite a little town without a
| harbor called Boca de Coaoyula. Sup
pose the ship had run against that
name in the dark.
:" Better fifty years Of Europe than
cyclone in the bay says High Jack
Stakeholder. So we get the captain
to send us ashore in a dory when the
squall seemed TO cease from squaling.
/" We will find ruins here or make
'em.' says High. The government
doesn't care which we do. An appro-
priation is an appropriation.
"Boea de Coacoyula was dead town.
Them biblical towns we read about
Tired aud Siphon-after they was de-
stroyed, they must have looked like
Forty second street and Broadway
compared to this Boca place. It stiIl
claimed 1900 inhabitants as estimated
and engraved on the stone courthouse
by the census taker in 1897, The citi.
zens were a mixture Of Indians and
other Indians; but some Of 'em was
light colored. which I was surprised 70
see. The town was huddled up on the
shore, with woods SO thick around II
that subpoena server couldn't have
reached monkey ten yards away with
tho papers. We wondered what kept
it from being annexed to Kansas; but
we soon found out that it was Major
Bing.
"Maior Bing was the ointment
around the fly, He had the cochineal
sarsaparilla, 1ogwood, annatto, hemp
and all other dye woods and pure food
adulteration concessions coruered He
had five-sixths of the Boca de Thing.
amajiagers working for him on shares
II was n beautiful graft. We used tc
brag about Morgan and f. n. and Others
of our wisest when / was in the prov.
sula has got our little country turned