Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1924-04-05

bluffed by the egregious Sam into Eup-
posing that he was acting with Win
toms authority. WintoD coule never
live down the story Of the dance. II
would be associated as long as he was
In MalCpo with his ignominious dis
missal from the purser's post and loss
Of control.
He went into his cottage and sat
down. From there he could hear the
sounds as plainly as ever They were
growing louder. The music had re-
solved itself into a medley of notes
that resembled nothing ever written
Each player was proceeding indie
pendently, and the yells were deafen-
ing.
Half an hour passed. Josephs came
in in intense excitement, carrying q
whip.
I'm going to stop that, Mr. Car
rett," he said furiously. do you know
what 1t means? They'll break out Of
the compound in a few minutes and
start plundering the stores. Therell
be a massacre unless they're got under
control"
''Ill go with you" said Winton.
AS they approached the compound
building the din was at It's height. Ons
look inside disclosed the fact that
civilization was at an end A dozen
tribal dances were being enacted. Men
were dancing and swaying before the
group Of women, whooplng and scream
ing as they went through their own
immemorial ritual The man with the
drum had lost all self-control and was
hanmering 1t with all his might, send
ing out deafening roll. The cellist
had smashed his instrument on the
head of one Of the flutists, who was Of
a different tribe, and the man lay
stunned, his skull half through the
instrument, and the strings tangled
about his neck. The trombones were
blowing with all the power Of their
lungs, one OF the fddlers had seized
the other fddlers instrument and was
elashing them together, and the man
with the triangle was striking it softly
In corner by himself and humming a
negro love song.
The place was a bedlam Of tribal
factions suddenly come to life. Clothes
Uttered the ground; natives were dis
carding the secondhand dress-suits,
bought from some old-clothes store,
and gyrating in their loin cloths.
watching the scene in dumb terror.
EDO you see what you've done, you
cursed fool?' he cried. run and teIe-
phone the police from my Office. The
whole of the fields will be in riot in
five minutes time"
Even Josephs hesitated to attack
that yelling mob, in which a dozen
fights had already started. But at that
moment salvation came It came in
the shape of an elderly man. with a
white beard and shock of white hair,
who came running across the com.
pound carrying a whip and a shotgun;
and Winton had never been so glad to
see Ned Burns before.
With him were two or three Hotten-
tots, also carrying whips. men who, de-
spising the native tribes, had stayed
sulkily away from Sans entertain
ment.
Ned, who had been let out OF the
hospital that afternoon, had made his
way toward the shack, his only home.
He had heard the uproar, and, not
lypoVv{po tho nouea cF a. bo5 4. o+o5
automatically, as he had been trained
to do by years of experience with the
natives.
Emitting a yell that pierced the din
like fog-horn, he discharged the shot
gun into the legs Immediately In front
Of him, followed with the other barrel.
and then, accompanied by Josephs and
the Hottentots. waded into the throng.
In half minute the tribal passions,
cooled under the singing blows, gave
place to order. The shrieking mob,
penned up at one end Of the room.
howled for mercy, while Neds whip
rose and fell relentlessly, curling about
the half-naked bodies and searching
out each man with impartial dexterity.
When at last he ceased the COVER
ing natives had been reduced to abso-
lutte submission.
He uttered a few crisp orders to his
Hottentots, who began to herd the men
into the compound, shouting at them
in their various dialects. The fright
ened women had already fled through
the gate.
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