White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-06-11

cabinet.
"By the way he continued. coming
back to his chair. whit do you know
of this Professor Challenger
81 never saw him till today"
well. neither did I. It's funny we
should both sail under sealed orders
from n man we don't know. He seem
ed an uppish Old bird. His brothers OF
science don't seem too fond of him,
either. How came you to take an in
terest in the aaairf"
told him shortly my experiences of
the morning, and lie listened intently-
Then he drew out a map of South
America and laid ii On the table.
Il believe every single word he said
to you was the truth said he earnest
ly, and. mind you. | have something
to go on when | speak like that. South
America il IA place | love. and | think.
II you take 1t right through from Da-
rien TO Fuego, it's the grandest. richest,
most wonderful bit of earth upon this
planet"
That night, wearied as / was after
the wonderful happenings OF the day.
l sat late with McArdle, the news edi-
tor, explaining to him the whole situa-
ton, which he thought important
enough to, bring next morning before
the notice of Sir George Beaumont, the
chief. q 1t was agreed that should
write homeefull accounts OF my adj
Ventures In the shape of successive
letters to . McArdle and that these
should either be edited for the Gazette
as they arrived or held back to be pub
lished later, according to the wishes
OF Professor Challenger, since we
could not yet know what conditions he
might attach to those directions which
should guide us 10 the unknown land.
IN response TO a telephone inquiry We
reeeiyed nothing more definite than "a
fplminatiop against the press, ending
up with the remark tliat IL we would
notify our boat he would hand as any
directions which he might think 1t
proper TO give lis at the moment OF
startIne.- A second question from us
failed TO. elicit any answer at all save
a primitive bleat from hisswife to- the
e~ffecttlrat her husband WAS in a very
violent temper already and that she
hoped we would do nothing to make 1t
worse. \ third attempt later IN the
day provoked a terrific crash and a
subsequent message from the Central
Exchange that Professor Chalienger's
receiver had beer shattered. After
TINT we abandoned all attempt ut com
r1unieation. Hsaz es1. tW afnr3
And now. my patient readers. | can
address you directly no longer. From
now onward Of, inIleed, any continue
ton of this narrative should ever reach
You 1t can only be through the paper
which I represent. In the hands OF
the editor l leave this account Of the
events which have led up TO one of
the most remarkable expeditions of all
time. so that II ] ney return to Eng
land there shall be some record as TO
how the affair came about. I am writ
ing these last lines IN the saloon OF the
Booth liner Francesca. and they will
go back by the pilot to the keeping OF
Mr.. Me.Ardle. Let me draw one last
picture before | close the notebook
q picture which IL the last memory Of
the old country which l bear away
with me. IL Is n wet, foggy morning
In the late spring. y thin cold rain Is
falling. Three shining mackintoshed
figures are walking down the quay,
making for the gangplank OF the great
liner from which the blue peter is fly
Ing. In front of them a porter pushes
a trolley piled high with trunks, wraps
and gun cases. Professor Summerlee.
a long, melancholy figure, walks with
dragging steps and dropping head, as
one who is already profoundly sorry
for himself. Lord John Roxton steps
briskly, and his thin eager face beams
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