The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1914-05-02

EHSHIS gis the tale OF Kanaka
Whaler. whisky cask and II
missionary. having to do with
sblOodlettins away out on tile
edge Of things. involving white, mems
passions aud the smolderlng bate of
the Eskimo. as it was told to me; by u
revenue man while we were STEPPED In
laughter, music, climbing glasses ana
the muttied clans OF Broadway troll.
legs!
Ihad bemoaned the nrbanity Of life.
the paucity OF tie pastoral. What
though the duck had been delicious
and the salad perfect The stale
breath of the city was in my nostrlls.
and rallied at its refinement. So. led
by my mood, my friends discourse
wandered out into the distant reaches
till sfeltsthc heave OF slanting decks.
smell the sea spume ana heard the
salt air whining through the shrouds
North aud west we crliiscd through the
smoky seas where the sea parrots
scream. up toward the Diomedes.
where the roar OF tile bull walrlls
browns the beat OF the surf. and there.
ontsof the troplc blue of his Havana:
heswove- this story OF the arctics:
AT the tip OF that point OF land
which leans sfarthcst out aud whispers
across toathe moss sarbed hills Of
Siberia nestles u inative village. Since
the earliest days no whaling ship has
passed itswithout pause TO trade. for 1t
istthe most prosperous OF all the towns
from Dutch Harbor to Point Barrow.
The strait teens with walrus. deer
range the ridges behind. salmon choke
the rivulets, and the cry OF geese in
the slow summer air Is like noisy
burden.
One June midnight, as the yellow
sun dipped shallowly below the hori-
ron. d Hawaiian schooner anchored
abreast the sand spit and was. soon
surrounded by the curious populace.
They came off in kyaks and big skin
boats. bearing many things to barter,
noisy aud pleased in their childllke
friendliness. They hid hot tratticked
long until the: captain ordered up a
cask gofswhlslsy and broached 1t. So It
was but n short time until the sailors
were fin possession of the Eskimos'
spoils and they in turn recled under
the drunken fumes The schooners
master was half breed-swart. thick
and Sdomineering. AS, time drew along
for some reason lie grew enraged at II
native and struck him. That one, iN-
uors maddenedS and aroused from his
customary good nature. drew knife
and made at tile. master Doubtless
white blood would have run had not II
shilors snatched a blh1geon and beaten
down the yEskimo.at which his tribes.
men drew together thrcatenlnsIy. The
crew. who had likewise become in.
famed, charged them with every
weapon handy and swept them over
board. all but dozen, who fought
back dogsedly. These, forced down
the deck inch by inch, sought refuge
beneath the forward deck. where they
crouched. thoroughly terrified.
The sailors. drunk with victory and
the blood lust, seized blubber hooks
aud, reaching in, dragged them out
one by one. As each was brought
forth they knocked in his head and
threw him oycrboard-elcrcn in all.
Then, glutted with the kill. their decks
awash with blood. they weighed an
Choir and sailed away like pirates OF
the Spanish main. In this fashion ha-
tired was sown Mt. Prince Of Wales.
On the sand ridge behind the town
they reared eleven great whale ribs in
arrow, while. the squaws let down their
hair and rocked and walled, aud tile
men spoke with stony faces and BIT
ter words.
As the years passed. whenever a
child srewsto understanding. his moth
erstaught him the story OF the bleach
ins; bones and nursed the hatred 10
him as jealousy us she did his life.
Withal they were a crafty people and
realized that vengeance must come eau
tiousiy. for each year there were more
and more white men in the country.
and back Of them was a great power
which they felt, but could not fully
grasp These newcomers treated them
wei. as a rule, and but for the mem.
DRY Of sthe whalers' treachery they
would have made friends greedliy. AS
ii vas the tribe came TO be known as
unfriendly'and unacceptable. and It was
ut this time that my friend sailed
north out OF the mfsts. bearing on the
revenue cutter tnlssionarics-two Of
them!
+oneSwas a farmer lad" said he. "an
Ohio boy. He ran less to prayer than
10 hard work. and told the odd man
that be would make the Indians like
him But the other-somchow knew
be was due for trouble from the first
he was nice enough. only for his airs.
mud he brought his young wife with
him-both Sof, them afiame with the de
sire, to teach the heather.
I'VE anchored about mile and a
half from shore. and the old man
sent for all the villagers. II was the
only town We had ever stopped ut
where they didn't hurry out Of their
own accord. but ever since the day ai