Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-09-19

surface car over to Broadway went 18 lTSgsSAsa
to Twenty-third street, stared up at ~saA~'
the lofty height of the Metropolitan tower and
laughed.
If you had been close enough you perhaps
would have noted that 1t was a queer, mirthless
little laugh Then the Rev Mr.. Hanks went over
close to the stone rise of the great building and
patted it. He had reason to. 1t was that build
ing that had saved his life three months before
as he sat In a tent in the middle of the Arabian
desert with thirty murderous Arabs squattng on
the ground around him and monotonously whet
ting the long knives with which they would cut
him into small pieces. Could you blame him for
a feeling of friendliness for that cold, ruthless
granite which he caressed?
Missionary Hank tells it thus: Il had been
working among them for three years r-the desert
Arabs" he began. I'D learned their language
and their customs and l practically one of
them. riding and pitching my tent and working
with them like a brother. And they were broth
worthy of the name, those wild. free men
70 whom honor is the first consideration New
York could take many lesson from them In
morals and in respect toward women.
"One night we pitched camp after a hot days
ride. and darkness fell we were suddenly
aroused by a courier from another of camps
with the news that the Aneza, a warlike and muir
derous tribe had attacked and carried off several
women and children.
THAT was signal for all able-boded men
kidnapped women and children. In five minutes
the beat of the hoofs of the ponies had died out
In the dark and l was the only man left in
camp
Il crawled into my tent and went to sleep 1t
must have been near midnight when l awak
ened by the sound of hoofs. l imagined our own
returning and paid attention until the
flap of the tent laid back and five strange
Arabs entered. Each held long knife and be-
fore l could roll off my blanket these knives
were forming a circle within inch OF my
throat. l lay still.
silently more and more men entered the tent,
all with the long desert knives knew then
they were the Aneza. They had learned of the
departure Of our men, and had slipped into the
camp to steal in their absence.
For y time not word came from the lips of
this ferocious desert band of marauders bent
upon pillage and murder. Stealthily they crept
about the tent examining our luggage They
broke open my chest and tumbled out upon the
blanketed ground the few treasured books I pos
sessed. the trinkets had saved as mementoes of
my Journeys through the wild regions a few
gifts that served to remind me of pleasant memo
ries among the tribes in which l had passed
months of peasurable labor
The gaudy trinkets of American manufacture
they bounced upon like children turned loose in
a toy shop. They were quick to appropriate ex-
ira blankets, boots and couple of saddles But
sall the while could have doubt from their
men. and l doubted not their actions when my
nationality and my mission should be discovered
"One huge black fellow seemed to be the
leader. Then, for the first time in the flare OF
torch he carried they seemed to notice that my
skin was white In instant the discovery
created the greatest excitement. Several lunged
forward with their knives, as though to cut it
short right there, but the chief waved them back
ert for all the attention they bestowed upon me-
The search over they gathered around more
closely. Meantime It is needless to say was
frightened | knew the ferocity OF these wild
All this time but little attention had been paid
60 my presence. / might be native of the des
actions that they were hunting for gold. They
were convinced the party was we'll supplied with
money and proposed to have it. They were de.
termined or that score, and they held life worth
less.