The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-05-01

an undefined dread that recurrede fr- sistently and kept the mind active even while reason bade it rest.
 tsOne time, when he went into the jungle on surveys, c. D. Smith took along with him his bulldog He (the dog, mean) was a fine, big fellow and he had licked everything on the zone. We went into camp about four miles from old Fritjoles. deep jungle.
 .It is a pleasant feeling in camp to know you have a dog, especially a big fellow like Victor. All of the bush native have dogs about their places. They give the alarm when yard and also keep away the lions, because no matter how savage a jun gle beast may be he loses confidence when a noise is made
 He Used to ProwI
 Well. Victor used to prowl about the woods, occasionally catching rabbit, chasing a deer and stirring up wild pig. On Sundays we would take him out hunting with us; he wasn't much good except as company, but he sure was a fine companion. Every night at supper time he would be in camp and when we went to sleep he was always snoozing away just in
 "One supper time he did not re- turn and at bedtime we became anx- ious Finally about o'clock, he came in. But it was not the juanty, confident, cympanionabIe Victor of the morning. He barely dragged himself into the tent, ears down, tail as limp as a bulldogs can be, legs wobb1ing. sides heaying like a bel lows, foam dripping from his mouth, eyes bioodshot- He sank down be- side c. DIS cot and we bathed hfs head and searched for wounds. No @o, could discover then and by daylight he was not bitten.
 We never did find out what hap pened to him. If he had got into a scrap with a tiger or lion he would have, been bitten or scratched; if a venomous snake had bitten him, he Ewould have swollen: if he had fallen, a sprain or fracture would have been evident; if he had chased a deer or pig until exhausted, he would have died right away or have recovered under our gentle treatment. Our only. guess was that he had been running down a trail and one of the constric- tors that wait for deer and other an- inals had wound itself around him; he had fought himself loose, probably had killed the snake. but the strain and the strange attack had exhaust ed and scared hfJp- The Frightened look never left his eyes, he tremb1ed at every noise in the bush, and after two days he died-literaIly scared to death.
 Reaction Fearsome.
 There was a strange reflex Smith refused to remain at the camp, and none of us enjoyed a single hour in that place. One of the fellows ex- pressed the feeling of the whole out fit when he said.
 ss I'm not afraid of any thing but nothing, has me going, just ths way it did Old yic.'
 s.On our way back from a short detour one afternoon, while we were on the relocation survey, my men and came to the Gatun river. The, water was high. and we left the trail to go up the river searching for "a. ford It was late afternoon. and somewhere we got turned around. Four adult men lost their way along side river; there was no current and we did not know whether we were going up or down stream until we made half mile or more and could see that we were going in the wrong direction.
 ! Finally we found a crossing and beat our way back toward the trail 1 We had been lost only half an hour come on The trocha was broad and l there was no doubt that by keeping straight ahead two miles we would
 soon get to Tiger hill, where our camp had been made. No Danger, Oh No. i There was no danger, but the
 dark came on us before we had gone far. My men were not natives, but
 West Indians. as unaecustomed to the
 jungle as T No one spoke. The
 myriad voices of the forest made an l unfamiliar din, and suddenly upon the cacophony of birds and monkeys there broke the sinister cry of tiger I cat.
 I Again let me repeat there was no
 danger But upon me there fell the spell of the unknown and unknoNv- able. It was on the men also, for
 they drew closer together and we ad- vaneed almost as one man. Many l times since then I have felt the same l chill sensation. the same answering l strengthening of the back and setting | of the teeth that I felt in those few I minutes before we saw the lights of l the camp ahead of us The jungle s;st night is a feeling that baffIes
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