Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-01-31
- LITERATURE


In the days when the inspector was
a trooper (said he) he took savage
black fellow-meaning by this black
fellow of some uncivilized bush-Iof
the murder Of white squatter. The
slaughter of one black fellow by an
other is relatively q thing OF sman
consequences the aborigine VINO
achieves this savage eclat is chast-
ened by an easy detention OF a yea
or two and liberated TO his trloe. BUT
to spear white man is a CRIME most
heinous and intolerable. 1t is visited
with pursuit which seldom stops
short OF capture or a death ct nay
In the open--a chase Of thousano
miles, 1t maye be, and quick, grim
action at the end of 1t, arrest or the
alternative. Having now with vast
satisfaction taken his savage, the IN
spector made haste back with MN
toward his station to dodge the I'M
pending rains. But the rains caught
him. A river, dry in the outward
track, was widely in flood; and on
the bank of it-the rain threatening
q long ease-the inspector stopped,
chagrined. 1t was wild country, and
the trooper was alone with his cap
tive, who desired nothing more, as
the trooper very well knew, than
cunning opportunity TO do his captor
to death.
A crossing must be made.
We'll, now, how" the inspector IN
quired of US, in twinlSling expectation
it it?" our Os"''oe'''"''' 'D
You swan
He laughed.
First of all" / continued, to take
the action pleasantly melo- dramatic,
you strapped your revolver on your
head; and, having done this, as any
good bushman could, YOU took your
knife between your teeth, drove the
black fellow in advance. and so came
safely to the other side"
The invention was wofully short of
the reality.
"'Tis plain" said the inspector, that
you've never seen a b ack fellow in
the water Man alive, they swim like
eharl1s--like turtle and dugong
white man would have as much chance
with o crocodile. And there's another
thing-I can't swim stroke"
Then you didn't get across?'
"Ah. but / did" he cried, delighted.
81 made my prisoner take me. And
the big devil had a clever dodge, too.
l give him credit for cunning-I do
that. He was to loop a strap over h 8
forehead, you see, and let me flop
along at the other end. 1t was the
surest way, says he-the usual way.
And that was quite true. But it didn' I
suit my book. All, they're sly, treach-
erous brutee! Trust myself with that
niger free in the water? Not Il |
love my life. He would have turned
on me midway. He would have had
me drowned in q, jiffy. All, no. says
I; 1T may be that I'm to drown, but If
I and thQffG tho
way wen have it, b gorry!' So |
strapped his wrist to mine-with a
foot of leather for leeway. There was
no getting loose, neither for him nor
for me. 'Twould take the slash of a
knife to do II. | saw to the flashing
myself. Do you take my plan? If
one of use went, both would go. had
him fast He couldn't get away. He
might drown me, quite 50; but would
have nav hands on his throat before he
got very fal with the business. and he
would pay with bis life"
And then"
81 drove h'u1 into the water. He
| took me across Norman Duncan, IN
Harper's Maeazine for February.
r. r. A.
Franklin P. Adams, author of To
bogganine on Parnassus" and I'm
Other Words" published by Double
day, Page &: Co.. and well known for
| his humorous column, Always in
Good Frmor," in the New York Eve
ming Mall during the past eight years,
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