Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-03-28

blazing tropical sun, to track them.
Creeping on allfours through the bushes and
fifteenfoot-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 off 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 no longer.
senger dispatched to Rogers warning him to
come in and surrender, else, declared the off,
cials 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 alive"
Rogers laughed when he read the message.
Back came the answer, on the foot of the same
official note: 81 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
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 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 who
had been sent after him.
Nile, up the Nile across the Nile, first in the
Congo territory and then in Uganda territory.
Doubling and redoubng their tracks, they
never gave up hope.
Something of the spirit which must have pos
sessed both pursuer and pursued 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 one night. Here they learn
ed that the poachers had shot native for dis
obeying order given by Rogers. This had
happened only that morning, now they were
hot the trail of Rogers
Despite their pitiable condition 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 grea, er part of
the next day. Toward sunset they came in sight
of 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 authoritativey.
The armed natives watched him su1lenly, with
out vouchsafng reply. At last after what seem
ed like hours to the captain one of the natives
pointed silently toward large house in the CEN
ter of the village.
Fox approached the house indicated. with his
rifle cooked and ready for instant use in case of
need. He halted a few PAGES from the house and
summoned Rogers to come out and surrender
repeated it twice more.
All remained as silent as the grave and Fox
began to suspect treachery. But he kept a.5
eyes the door.
Suddenly it opened; and native
came out and saluted Fox.
"The commandant wants you to come in he
said, in his native dialect. "He is sick, can
not come out to you
At first it looked suspicious, but Fox decided
to risk any trap. He walked toward the house
loft hic riff fcid min OF tha
tteI he called TO his soldiers to remain on guard
and allow no 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 fickering 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 un-
known to Fox. He had heard that there all
other white man with Rogers whom the natives
called Doctor" but his identity had never been
learned by the government.
Surrounding the bed ten armed native
followers of Rogers. who eyed the soldier with
sullen suspicion
Fox stood inside the door and looked from one
white man to the other.
(Which is Mr.. Rogers?" he asked, breaking the
strained silence
"Mr. Rogers has been shot" replied the white
sitting beside the cot with growl of an
ger.
yes and by your men,"
The man the bed spoke thickly and as If IL
great pain
81 sorry, very sorry, indeed that you have
been wounded Mr.. Rogers" Fox walked slowl!
forward to the bed hope 1t is not serious bu
certainly you are mistaken in thinking my sol
ders did it,"
mol" Rogers thundered at him. partly rising
in bed and falling back with groan. The othe
white man tried to soothe him. 1T was by thu
soldiers you sent here to arrest me-" he contiu
ued, with bitter hate.
There were three OF my men on ahead o
me, it is true" Fox rep ed, but convince
they would not have shot at you interfere
with you"
The man ON the bed eyed the soldier sternly
without answering. For few moments ther
was silence.
Come and stand right here so that I can hav