Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-12-07

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he must be Somebody" In a small way and
could see that he had not come for nothing
Approaching closer the aged warrior ignored
my group of solder police and slowly came to a
stand few yards away from where sat at the
opening of my tent. Then, leaning on his long
spear, he quietly took stock Of me and waited
for me to inspect him. After full minute OF
was among friends and proceeded 70 salute me.
"Tabek Tuan!" The salutation was accom-
panied by the customary salaam.
At this time I was not sufficiently practiced
I'm the local language and therefore indicated to
Tindig to find out the old chiefs GRAND. The
old man related tragic story. A tiger had
been preying on the village where he lived. It
had taken two women when they had gone to
the well for water; a baby had disappeared
Then only the day before the old chiefs son
had gone out in the cool of the afternoon and
had not returned This morning however the
villagers had heard yell down the ellis, and
after. q long search they had discovered the
chiefs son held prisoner in cave by the
hungry tiger
Cornered by the tiger, the young man had
retreated to the cave for refuge. The beast
had taken its position in a neighboring cave
and OF course the chiefs SON was afraid to
leave his refuge. He had apparently been
prisoner an night. The old chief had come to
see II we, who were skilled with "gun-sticks,"
would come and kill the tiger.
AS soon as Tindig told me the story, of course
I decided to go. 1t was twilight before I set
out I knew that in the heat of the day the
tiger would be bscx in the cool of the cave,
utterly unapproachable and stili alertly watch
ing. .t,.
With Tindig moved along through the aisles
of monarch ebony trees behind the shadow
figure Of the Shriveled old chief Now and
again through the thick canopy caught
gnmpses OF the moon. We had crossed the
last of series of creeks and reached an open
plateau free from trees when the old chief
stopped and. pointing to the face of q high
cliff across the chasn, he said that the wav
led down to the river. Somewhere down there
ON the trail TO the valley was the cave in which
the tiger held his son prisoner -
From the cleared plateau, which was really a
shelf OF rock, We could look around and see the
huge cnf1s OF Latinojong towering up above and
nearly inclosing us. The bright moonlight
picked out every ridge and peak and down
toward the darkness of the plains we could see
the twinkltng lights OF numerous small fires
The sound of voices came to us, borne on the
still night air so clearly that we could dis
tinguish the spoken words. These were the
villagers keeping watch and giving cheer to
their captive neighbor
NE started down easy slope and soon came
to the fires. Here the natives were COM
mencing night of singing and dancing for the
double purpose OF keeping the tiger in state
OF nervous suspense and of Willing away the
time until dayb:eak. halted at one OF the
fires to snatch bite to eat. While I was stilf
busy at this T1ndog, who had been scouting
around for information, returned and reported
tnat some OF the warriorS had trapped the tiger.
in Its lair. They tacught they had succeeded i'm
wounding 1t by hurting their spears through
the opening. However, they were not sure The
tiger had not shown itself. Meanwhile the
cnaeFs son was stin bottled mp in his cave
afraid to come out SEARS rs a., q. 80 -, i
Tho news Of . possibly wounded tiger was
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