Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1913-03-28
. down the good herds of
elephants in his vicinity.

information of the approach of a good herd. No
sooner did he get news 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
ffteen-foothigh 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. A mes
senger was dispatched to Rogers warning him to
come in and surrender, or else, declared the off,
Gals, he would not be spared.
His answer was 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, on the foot Of the same
official note: "I am waiting. Come and get me-"
Captain Fox set forth from Mongolia in pursuit
of this daring outlaw with the meager force Of a
sudanese non-commissione officer and six Sudan
csc soldiers and a 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 a village late one night. Here they learn
ed that the poachers had shot a native for dis
obeying an order given by Rogers. This had
happened only that morning, so now they were
hot on the trail of Rogers.
Despite their pitiable 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 a 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 sullenly, with
out vouchsafing reply. At last, after what seem
ed like hours to the captain, one of the natives
pointed silently toward a 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
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 on the door.
Suddenly it opened; and a native servant
came out and saluted Fox.
"The commandant wants you to com in," he
said, in his native dialect. He is sick, and can
not come out to you"
At first it looked suspicious, but Fox decided
to risk any trap. He walked toward the house
and left his rife outside leaning against the wall.
chen he called to his soldiers to remain on guard
and allow no one to leave the house while he was
in it.
Then he passed in through the doorway.
He found himself In a large dark room, lighted
by a single Pickering candle. For a moment his
eyes failed to see anything, but gradually he be-
came accustomed to the dark light and made out
the figure of a white man lying on a camp cot.
Beside him sat another white man, who was un-
known to Fox. He had heard that there was an
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 one
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"
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great pain.
81 am sorry. very sorry, indeed, that you have
been wounded, Mr.. Rogers" Fox walked slowly
forward to the bed. I hope it Is not serious, but
certainly you are mistaken in thinking my sol
diers did it."
MOI" Rogers Numbered at him, partly rising
in bed and falling back with a groan. The other
white man tried to soothe him. ut 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
me, it is true" Fox replied, but I am convinced
they would not have shot at you or interfered
with you"
The man on the bed eyed the soldier sternly,
without answering. For a few moments there
was silence.
Come and stand right here SO that 1 can have
a look at you" Rogers ordered Fox suddenly.
Now, tell me what you want with me-"
Captain Fox, being still unarmed, went and
stood beside the bed. Under the red blankets
covering Rogers could be seen the shape of a
heavy revolver. 1t was pointing straight at Fox's
breast. Rogers eyes were blazing. Still the sol
dier did not finch.
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