Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-09

able and which they normally
wear as breechclouts. You should
have seen the crew padding
around that village trying to
hold their skirts up
They stopped on that island for
weeks. They were allowed to go
where they liked, but every time
they went outside the village a
few ugly looking customers with
spears followed them so they had
no chance of swiping a couple
of canoes for a getaway.
Captain Geodings was good and
we'll fed up. He went over to
Irons who had stayed on the
island all this time.
Now look here" he told him.
"Therell be gunboat around
here one o. these days, and if he
finds us there1l be hell to pay
and you'll be in it, me lad"
That gave Irons something to
think about and he went to the
chief again. That night when he
came to the hut he was sweating
with fear.
Fine bloody thing you made
me do" he complained II told
that bleedin' chief as how a war
ship would blow him outta the
water If he didn't let YOU go. All
he SEE is that he'll eat the lotta
yer so there won't be no evil
dence::"
1t took many hours argument
before Charley Irons could per-
suade the chief that the memo
war knew that the crew were on
the island, and that they'd want
em. At last the cannibal agreed
to let them have their own boat,
and the captain, second mate and
one man. with Irons as guide,
were permitted to sail for one of
the Truk Islands. several hundred
miles away, where there was
mission.
They drew lots and when the
man was chosen they started off.
sailing north. from island to
island until they reached Allap.
But from there to the Truk
group was over $50 miles and the
tiny cockleshell wasn't safe for
that trip Irons came to the
rescue again and bluffed the
chief of Allap to lend them a
bigger craft with a native crew.
They held up for some time as
the witchdoctors wouldn't let
them go til the gods said so.
They reached the mission all right
and the missionary. Mr.. Smelling,
could hardly believe they'd
landed at Pozoat and got away
with their necks.
Gladly he let them have a big
whaleboat and provisions and
trade goods to go back and ran
som the rest of the crew. But
when they reached Pozoat that
damned chief wouldn't let 'em go
for love nor money. A mission
airy who had gone with them
promised the chief plenty of hell
and birthstone If he didn't free
all of them, and at last they were
able to get pants at least and
leave the cannibal island for
good
They got to the Truk island
all right, then there was more
trouble. The Morning Star. a
mighty famous mission ship was
long overdue and they feared that
she had foundered in a recent
typhoon. They hung around the
island for a couple of weeks and
there was no sign of the Morn
ing Star or anything else.
you'd better take the mission
longbOat and make for Panape,"
suggested Smelling. That's a
Spanish island and there's a
fairly frequent service to the
States from there"
That meant another 450-mile
voyage in an open boat. but they
made it only to learn that no
ship was expected for six months.
Captain Goodings took his men
to the Spanish Governor.
What can we do?" he asked.
We've no money and no food"
| The Governor was a long. lean,
languid guy with yellow face and
long black mustache. He looked
the men over in a tired sorta
way. 49,
You'll have to do the best you
can" he sighed. Il have no pro-
vision for shipwrecked sailors. 3"