The Washington herald., 1915-08-15

will not listen Better give up our five
sheep. sir. The next thing they will dc
is to set fire to the camp"
L will go TO them" suddenly ex-
claimed Mrs. Barton. moving off.
Not while there are two men to do
So I said, Selling her by the arm
Come on. Mr.. Barton. Let's see If we
can pacify them. I know the lingo and
will do the talking
| Half dragging him with me. We walked
toward the mob. Ignorant that I was
conversant with their language. they
greeted US with remarks the reverse of
! complimentary. I now perceived that
they were infiamed. intoxicated. in fact.
with some stimulant. Again the cries of
encouragement broke vehementy forth.
and the stronger men. fourishing their
| bamboos. defied US to come on. I COM
menced a harangue in their own tongue,
! pointing out the folly Of their conduct
ana limiting at the serious consequences
to themselves If they persisted in such
mutinOus behavior
At first they listened to me: I COM
| manded attention. and the hurly- burly
quietened down; but again those cries of
| encouragement from behind hardened
the holder spirits in front: for mo-
/ ment the masses swayed to and fro as if
| in indecision: then. acting under a sud-
! ttn IMPULSE, the "nOle DOOV OF tOIIeT-
| ing wretches launched itself on US, We
| were borne back; beaten TO the earth
retaliation on such antagonists was out
| OF the question; but fortunately the bam-
boos were light and the aims that WELD
| ed them comparatively weak and nerve
| less: otherwise we should certainly have
| been killed: what blood they had in them
was up murder shone in their eyes.
and II was not for want of the will that
| they did not do for US right of. AS it
| was. we saved ourselves by crawling out
from among the forest Of drumstick-
! like legs and flying for our lives. fol-
| lowed BY every opprobrious epithet that
the vernacular voca bulary is so rich in.
Fortunate, too, that they had no con-
certed plan Of action: they gave us
breathing time. and we awaited their
! next move in fearful expectation.
l had been deeply cut over the fore
head. and the blood streamed into my
eyes: besides which I had been badly
beaten. I did not know how my COM
panion had Jared; he had disappeared
and I had barely tied my handkerchief
across my head when. on looking for
Mrs. Barton, I was Mortified to behold
her walking across to the seething crowd
Of natives. The torches still fared:
could see everything plainly: but at that
moment the life seemed to go out Of
me: I grew faint and dizzy; I fell to the
ground-close to my dogs: they fawned
on me; their whines sounded in my ears.
With a desperate effort / again looked
toward the mob; Mrs. Barton was con-
fronting them; the heroic woman. single
handed. ignorant of the language. stood
before them. trying IN dumb show OF
courage to quiet the maddened crowd!
At this terrible moment my eye fell
on the dogs, who now strained at their
teaches in a turmoil Of frenzy. Would
they understand what / required of
them Had the fury they now exhibit
ed been engendered by the scene of HUI
man strife just enacted under their
very eyes? WAS it a desire to wreak
revenge on their masters assailants
that actuated them? Mrs. Barton had
that very day fed the poligars with
her own fair hands after luncheon:
would they be mindful Of the kindness
and go to her aid If told them?
With trembling fingers I slipped
their collars. and at the mandate
weakly uttered though il was-of "Tso
Jack! Nero. Duke! Jiggers. At EN-.
Good dogs! Fetch EN- OUT" the four
sprang away as IL simultaneously shot
from a bow, and racing across the in
tervening space threw themselves with
combined bay OF fury on the throng
that surged round the solitary white
robed figure of the dauntless English
woman. Tearing at the natives. send
ing them shrieking in all directions.
my dogs fought their way to their
benefactress' side. and 1 thanked God
when / saw them gather round her
with exuberant antics Of delight, Those
of the paupers who had been bitten
howled with agony: the panic COM
municated itself to the rest. For q
while they hesitated. as IL meditating
a counter-attack on the dogs; but when
the poligars. with their bloodstained
paws. again threatened to spring on
them. the entire mob. uttering cries Of
dismay, fled as fast as their fleshless
limbs would carry them to the sheds!
My dogs were masters Of the situa-
ton!
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