The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1920-08-23

thus equipped, wading on the bottol.
of the clear ocean, we killed our gam'
with ease and without danger.
That hunt was but the first Of tht
wonders Of the cruise. Onward w
rushed, sometimes on the surface
sometimes under the sea-. There was
our fight with the immense devil-tisf
which once in huge school enmeshet
the Nautilus. There was the visit e
wonderful pearl fishery, where Cap
tain Memo showed us mOllusc with
in whose Jaws was pearl weighing
perhaps 900 pounds. Some day ne
would return and pluck that treasure
but not yet-every year was adding &c
its value. We visited the skeletons o.
long ships, the corpses of the
drowned crew still clinging to the hullS
of some. We hunted in the PapuaI
islands where the Nautilus was at.
tackled by the native savages. An cleo
trio current turned them back shocked
and bowling ere they could climb
aboard.
When one of the crew died Captain
Memo had him buried in coral glade
in the South Pacific, where was a
cross Of red coral that looked like
petrified blood. It was a wonderful,
solemn sight to see the pall-bearers
with the dead body on their shoulders.
and all treading so reverentially the
way from the ship to the coral GENE
terry, where at the foot Of the cross
the body was inferred and covered up.
All knelt in prayer. Captain Memo
was the last to leave.
"Your dead sleep quietly out of the
reach of sharks" said when we were
back on the Nautilus.
"Of sharks and men," he replied.
We voyaged under colossal icebergs
to the South Pole and all but persisted
there, escaping from an icy tomb only
as our last breath of storage air was
exhausted. Wonderful was our passage
from the Red sea into the Mediter-
ranean by means of subterranean
tunnel under the isthmus. (This was
before the digging Of the Suez canal.)
There we witnessed the transfer of
million dollars worth of gold ingots
from the Nautilus to the vessel Of
Greek diver.
Whence came this store of gold?
Later we learned.
In Vigo bay, on the Spanish coast,
the Nautilus came to rest on bottom.
Here in 1902 a feet of Spanish gal
Icons were sunk, and here from this
sunken treasure more than century
and half later this ruler of the
underseas came and helped himself
whenever it pleased him. "Five hun
bred millions were there" said Cap
tain Memo, "but not now. Do you
see now how with these and the other
treasures of my domain I could pay
the national debt Of France and not
feel it?"
We had now been six months aboard
the Nautilus. For me, the scientist, II
was a voyage Of ceaseless interest:
but not so for Conseil and Ned Land.
At their request I pleaded with Cap
tain Memo for our liberty.
"You came to my ship without in
vitation. You will now remain here"
was his grim answer.
We had left the southern hemi-
sphere and were in the waters off
France and the British islands when
we were pursued by an armed war
ship. Flying no colors, she attacked
at once. Her cannon shot rebounded
from our iron hull.
Captain Memo, pointing to her, said:
II am the oppressed, and there is my
oppressor. Through him have lost
country, wife; children, father and
mother. Why should I withhold my
He called out his orders. The Maui
titus sank below the sea. We felt her
rushing forward, felt the shock Of her
steel ram piercing the hull of the en-.
envy. Through the glass panels we
saw her doomed crew crowding the
ratlines, clinging to the rails, strug-
Cling in the sea. The Nautilus passed
on.
l saw captain Memo 60 to his room
and kneel before the portrait of a
woman and two little children. "How
long, o Lord, how longw he cried out.
We steamed north, to that part of
the Norwegian coast where lies that
dreaded maelstrom which draws into
itself all floating things. The Nautilus
was it an accident?-was drawn in
to the whirlpool. Around and around
she whirled. Even her steel hull felt
the strain; we could hear bolts being
pulled out from her Orders. The
long-boat was torn from its place on
deck and hurled like stone into the
I lost consciousness.
When came to myself, I was in a
Loffoden fisherman's hut, and Conseil
and Ned Land we're chatting my hands.
So ended our voyage Of 10000
leagues under the sea. What became
Of Captain Memo and his strange
craft do not know. I hope his power.
full ship conquered the maelstrom,
even as I hope, If he lived, that his
philosophy and powerful will finally
onpunoroJ 1T. locs,o Co.. xoo,ooo,o