Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1922-01-20

4 Ike the island god. Every day
\ grew more brown and brnwny. mo
I superb In his physical vigor.
l The cliffs on The north shore OF q
] cove were considerably higher thi
on the other side The wreck Ii
close in. driven high upon the ma
row shelf of rocks and sand al Il
base OF the sheer ascent. Sand ha
heapcd up around her hull and fun
itself across her deck like whit
winding sheet Surprisingly, the yee
sci was very small one. llttl
sloop. indeed, much Ike the fragll
pleasure. boats that cluster under tn
Sausalito shore at home. The single
mast had been broken on short ant
the stump Of the bowsprit was visi
bic. Ike finger beckonIng'f for rescue
. from the crawling sand.
Poor foriorn little boatl" ! said.
'aNhat IN the world do you suppose
brought such a mite Of thing to this
unheard-of spot?'
perhaps she belonged TO the copra
chnp One man could handle her"
what would he want with her? A
small boat like this IS better for fish
Ing and rowing about the cove"
Perhaps she brought him here from
Panama, though he couldn't have
counted on taking back very bulky
cargo"
Then why leave her strewn about |
on the rocks7 And besIdes"-here the
puzzle Of Crusoe required to me and
seemed 70 link Itself with thIs--then
how did he get away himselfT"
We rowed in close under the port
bow Of the sloop. and on the rail- l
made out u string OF faded letters. l
began ercitedly TO spell them out.
'T-s-l-oh. Island Queen You
see she did belong here. Probably she
brought the original porclne Adam
and Eve TO the island"
Luckily forgot the snake though !" I
the Honorable Bertle with
vlyaclty For so far Aunt /
lanes trembling antlclpations had {
)een unfuhlcd by the sight of sin I
lie snake. a fact laid by me to the !
'redit OF ST. Patrick and by Cookie to
hat OF the pigs.
Snakes d jes' be oysters ON de half /
hell to dem pigs" declared Cookie
As we rowed away from the melan-
holy little dercllct | saw that near
y narrow gully gave access TO the
lp OF the cliff, and | resolved that
would avail myself OF this path to
lsit the Island Queen again. Ny mind
to dwell upon the unknown
cure OF the copra gatherer Perhaps
he loss Of his sloop had condemned
i'm 10 weary months or years of soil
lde upon the Island, before the rare
limmer Of sail or the trail of
smoke upon the horizon
iaddened his longing eyes.
Suddenly | turned to Cuthbert Yane.
"How do you know, really, that he
yer did leave the island?" ! demand
d.
"Who--the copra chap7 Well. why
lse was the cabin cleared out so care
lily-no clothes left about or any ,
tingY'
THAT'S true" acknowledged. The q
lst occupant of the hut had evident d
! made a very deliberate and order y
Y business Of packing up to 80.
We drifted about the cove for a y
lille, then steered into the dim muir s
iuring shadow OF the treasure cavern. {
lr. vane indicated the point Mt which
hey had arrived In their exploration .
mong the assures opening from the .
'dge
The place held me with It's fasclna- =
ION. hut we dared not linger long, for G
5 the tide turned one man would have
luch ado to manage the boat SO we I
I'D through the archway into the k
right sunshine OF the cove. and
eaded FOR the camp. c
AS we neared the beach we saw n
cure pacing It. II was Dugald Shaw.
md quite unexpectedly my heart be
an to beat with staccato qulekness.
'ugald Shaw, who didn't Ike me and
Tho never looked at me-except just
ometimes, when he was perfectly sure
didn't know it-there he was, walt
ng for us, and splashlng into the
onm TO help Cuthbert beach the boat
he for whom a thousand years ago !
he skalds would have made a Saga
The b. y. hailed him cheerfully
S we sprang out upon the sand. But
he Scotchman was unsmlling.
make haste after your tools, lad"
c ordered. wen have fine work now
D get inside the cave before the turn"
Those We're his words; his tone and
Is grim look meant. $50 In spite OF
Il my care you are being besuiled by
mink"
II was his tone that | answered.
"Oh. don't scold Mr. yane :" i'm <
'ored. Every paradise has Its ser
emit and as there are no others here
suppose am II. or course all lady
lrpents who know their business have
u hair. Don't blame MFR. ynne for :
hat was naturally all my fault"
Not line Of his face changed. In
led before my most vicious siabs
never dld change.
TO be- sure Il seems unreasonable D..
blame fhe TAD" he agreed soberly,
lut then be happens 20 be under my Il