The Red Cloud chief., 1914-03-05


less whose uncouth putterngs turn the great
steamship from her path and bring the right girl
in the bargain
But this is a story OF Swan Island. Despite
the name you would not care to live on Swan
island. There are no swans. nor are there any
dainty oxeyed Junos or peroxide Junos to marry
the castaway earl
Swan island lies In the tropics, some hundred
miles OF Honduras-if you insist on getting out
your atlas--and by common report Is the most
fOrsaken thing In the Caribbean sea, which is
saying much.
II would be hard to imagine more dreary place
or one less suited for the local color to story
with thrill A few huts scattered over the
swampy ground. some palms, some cocoanut
trees and the tally is complete all but the wire
less station.
Commerce must be served. and the United
Fruit company has erected on Swan island q lit
tie station that keeps in touch with steamships
passing 500 miles out to sea. The station also
relays messages from Port Limon. Costa Rica
(see your map again), over to Jamaica.
Nothing else remains In the summing up of
Swan island but scorpions trantulas and u multi
tude OF carnivorous insects whose execution would
drive the New Jersey product to envious suicide.
Thither at the close Of d sweltering day In
autumn came new wireless operator and visi.
tor. Necessity brought the operator, curiosity
brought the visitor. The same steamship depos-
tied both on the white beach, to call month later
with another operator Keenan,. the wireless man.
was In luck for after q month alone on Swan
island-that Is, alone so far Us white companions
are concerned except for a single beach comber."
which Is deemed sufficient by the company--men
show the beginnings OF a line of selfaddressed
conversation which would not entltle them any
too firmly to the major premise, Man is a ration
al animal"
Curiosity and scorpions brought the visitor, one
Warren Carew. who hailed from New York and
should have known better. Carew had money
and troops Of friends. picked up In odd parts of
the globe, but he preferred to list scorpions. He
was naturalist he told the wireless man, and
Keenan,, accustomed to strange men and strange
places. shrugged his shoulders and was glad for
the companionship the naturalist brought.
At daylight, before the heat OF the sun made
life a burden, Carew collected his ugly specimens
and later he talked with Keenan,, who furnished
gossip Of the world snatched from the passing
craft Two weeks passed in desutory fashion
with morning searches and afternoons looking
over the hot blue sea before and the lagoon be-
hind, that lay like spot of tarnished silver
showing through the scrawny palms
Carew was careless and one morning 1t hap
pened. The lobster-like claws of the scorpion
nipped and Carew went Off balance The nip was
not dangerous. but the sprawl threw him into
line for the stinging tail or the holder OF venom
that meant death-death unless heroic measures
were adopted. Whatever else Carew was he was
not coward. The report OF keenan, and all In
formation that can be gathered shows he acted
with Spartan courage but again he was careless.
The small spot in the calf Of the leg where the
poison entered was barred by him and a common
Jackknife brought into play. Quickly Carew cut
at the place. and slashed until there was free
flow from a wound three inches long. He bound
up the leg with strips OF clothing and hobbled
back to his hut.
Keenan, saw him and hurried to his assistance.
Carew was made comfortable in bunk, and
sweltered cheerfuy through the afternoon, be-
lieving he had saved himself Copious doses of
brandy muddled his senses and Keenen returned
to his post. There signs OF the swift
death that follows the sting OF the scorpion.