Bisbee daily review., 1914-01-23
Copyright 1912. by the Frank A.
 Munsey company.

search was stopped ere it had scarce begun.
 We know now that the crew of the Fuwalda mutiuied. slew her officers and spared John Clayton and his wife because of favor done to the leader Of the mutineers by Clayton. Later the crew. fearing discovery. set John Clayton and his wife ashore on the wild west coast of Africa. giving them sufficient arms and tools to enable them to maintain life with work.
 Near the shore Clayton built little cabin for himself and his wife They endured much hardship. seeing no hu- man creature. but watched often by the giant apes which infest that region. One day Clayton imprudently left his wife alone and she was attacked and injured by one of the great apes. Clay ton slew the beast and bore his wife back to the cabin
 That night a little son was born in the tiny cabin beside tue primeval for est. while a great tiger screamed be- fore the door and the deep notes of the Hons roar sounded from beyond the ridge
 Lady Greystoke never recovered from the shock of the great apes at tack. and. though she lived for year after her baby was born. she was ney- CT again outside the cabin. nor did she ever fully realize that she was not in England
 In other ways she was quite rational. and the joy and happiness she took in the possession of bar little son and the constant attentions of her husband made that year very happy cue for her. the happlest of her life.
 Long since had Clayton given up any hope of rescue. except through acci. dent With unremittng zeal he had worked to beautify the interior of the cabin.
 Skins of lion aud tiger covered the floor. Cupboards and bookcases lined the walls. Odd vases made by his own hands from the clay of the region held beautiful tropical flowers Curtains of grass and bamboo covered the win dows. and. most arduous task of all
 with his meager assortment Of tools, he had fashioned lumber to neatly seal the walls and ceiling and lay smooth
 floor within the cabin.
 During the year that followed Clay ton was several times attacked by the great apes. which now seemed to fin.
 fest the vicinity of the cabin. but as
 he never ventured out except with both rifle and revolyers he had little fear ] of the huge beasts.
 He had strengthened the window projections and fitted Il unique wooden lock to the cabin door. SO that when he hunted for game and fruits he had no fear that any animal could break into the little home.
 At first much of the game he shot from the cabin windows. but toward the end the animals learned to fear the strange lair whence issued the terrify- ing thunder of his rifle. In his leisure Clayton read, often aloud to his wife. from the store of books he had brought for their new home. Among these were many for little children-picture books. primers. readers-for they had known that their little child would be old enough for such before they had hoped to return to England.
 At other times Clayton wrote in his diary. which he had always been ac. customed to keep in French and in which he recorded the details of their strange life. This book he kept locked in a little metal box.
 | A year from the day her little son ' was born Lady Alice passed quietly I away in the night So peaceful was |, her end that it was hours before Clay. - ton could realize that his wife was dead
 The last entry in his diary was made the morning following her death. In 1t he recites the sad details in a matter | of fact way that adds to the pathos of it. for 1t breathes an apathy born of long sorrow and hopelessness. which even this cruel blow could scarcely awake to further suffering: My little son is crying for nourishment | Oh, Alice. Alice. what shall do?' And as John Clayton wrote the last words his hand was ever destined to | pen he dropped his head wearily upon his outstretched arms, where they rest
 ed upon the table he had built for her
 who lay still and cold in the bed beside
 him.
 For long time no sound broke the
 deathlike stiffness of the jungle midday | save the wailing of the tiny man-child In the forest of the tableland a mile
 back from the ocean old Kerchak. tho
 ape. was on a rampage of rage among
 his people.
 \ The younger and lighter members
 of his tribe scampered to the higher
 branches of the great trees to escape
 his wrath. risking their lives upor
 branches that scarce supported theil