'J; . X f itill if ill ft '' - - $i.oo a Year, In Advance. ' FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY, AND FOR TRUTH." Single Copy, 5 Cent. VOL. XV. PLYMOUTH, N. C. FRIDAY. ATJGUSTT. 1904. IL NO. 19. 4 til 3,5 It i: KEEP A - ; If the road is hard and rough, Keep a-climbin'. If you're feelin' pretty tough, Keep a-climbin'. Taint no use to sit and pout, 'Cause the other feller's stout, Cittin' miffed won't help yo uout, Keep a-climbin'. If you're feelin' kinda' sick, Keep a-climbin'. "Make a cane'"' from some old stick, Keep a-climbin. Don't stand still if you get blue, One more step may change your view, Clouds will often change their hue, fc!o keep a-climbin'. By SIR H. IKE most boys, I bad my dreams of adventure; per haps I may say more than most hovs. Several of them naturally were connected with a Robinson Crusoe life on a tropical Island. A few years after I bad left boyhood behind I was appointed Vice-Consul In what were then the British and Ger man territories of the Kamerun in western equatorial Africa. The ques tion of the site for my official residence w5 being discussed by the Foreign Office, and as I had already visited the Kamerun in the capacity of a tourist, I was invited to offer an opinion. I asked for leave to select the little island of Mondole, in Ambas Bay. On the island I should be safe from any attack by wild natives, I should be on British territory, in a healthy locality, and yet only two miles across the water from the little civilized negro settlement of Victoria. My request was granted, and shortly after I started for Mondole, in 1885, en English builder was sent out to erect the vice-consulate in wood, iron and cement. MY IIOUSEON MONDOLE. I found Mondole Island of surpassing beauty a little square mile of crum bling rock, which rose to a height of some 500 feet above the very blue waters of Ambas Bay. To the west was the Atlantic Ocean affd the pale blue silhouette of Fernando Po, a large island with a peak rising nearly 10,000 feet. Eastward rose above Ambas Bay the stupendous mass of the Kamerun vol cano, more than 13,000 feet above sea level. To the south a beautifully wooded peninsula jutted out from the mainland toward Mondole, from which it was separated by barely a mile of somewhat rough sea. My first residence was in a little two-roomed timber house which had been built and abandoned by a Polish explorer, who had attempted to found a kingdom in the Kamerun, with Mon dole as his impregnable capital. A few natives fishermen mostly lived on the western side of Mondole Island, but for the most part this little paradise of tropical vegetation was un inhabited by, the human rape. Instead, it was abundantly supplied with ser pents. My first attempts were directed to ward clearing a site for my official resi dence on the central ridge of the island. In doing this I had to wage an excit ing battle with the snakes, which had taken possession of most of the old and hollow tree trunks. These snakes belonged to the partic ularly venomous genus of the tree cobra, a snake that is the source of endless African legends. All over negro Africa one hears that the dendraspis, or tree cobra, crows like a cock, and in native legend it has some of the other attributes of the basilisk. It is further, and truthfully, cele brated for its unusual ferocity. A tree cobra will frequently fly .out from its hiding place and attack passers-by, quite unprovoked. The two sexes, moreover, exhibit great attachment to each other when mated. On the way from the beach to the site of my projected house there was one particularly large bombax tree. Which was the home of a pair of these rtee cobras. They were from about twelve to fourteen feet long, lithe, and of a dark slatish blue above with yel low bellies. ONE DUCK TOO MANY. Again and again, as I passed this tree, I could see the male and female snakes lovingly intertwined, or, separ 17 fill Li CLIJHHING. Don't get down into the rut, Keep a-climbin'. Watch the road for some short cut, K, ap a-climbin'. Don't be gazin' at the groun', With your face all in a frown, Raise your head and look aroun', But keep a-climbin'. Don't let folks discourage yoa, Keep a-climbin'. Keep your goal always in view, Keep a-climbm'. If you do right things to-day, Sometime you'll be makin' hay, And you'l.l hear the people say, 'He did some climbin'. - Tacoma (Washington) Ledger. 9 r 0 H. JOHNSTON. 9 r ately, mimicking some twisted branch in rigid immobility, waiting, no doubt, for their prey. None of my negro laborers would lay an ax to this tree, nor would they at first let me kill the snakes, as they predicted that the most terrible conse quences would occur a veritable war of serpents. So this bombax tree was left standing longer than the other vegetable monsters which obstructed the buildig site, and the tree cobras became quite accustomed to our com ing and going. They attacked no one at first, but soon became a nuisance from their fondness for my domestic ducks. f In West Africa, at the time of which I am writing, the muscovy duck, a na tive of Brazil, was the most useful domestic bird. Its eggs are excellent food, and its flesh is, as most Amer icans know, a toothsome article of diet. The inroads made by the snakes on these ducks became too serious to be tolerated. One day I encountered the male snake with a muscovy duck half way down his gullet, and then and there shot him. Thereafter, as the negroes had pre dicted, began a series of misfortunes. In the first place, the female snake en tirely cut off our communications with the beach by the new made road. She flew at the first party of negroes who were descending in that direction, bit one of them in the leg, and his death two hours afterward, in spite of all antidotes I could think of. caused all the other native laborers to take to their canoes and desert the island. WHEN WE 'CUT THE BOMBAX TREE. I supplied their place with Krooboys from my residence at Old Calabar; but meanwhile I was left on the island with an Indian steward and an Accra cook till the English builder arrived with his materials and men. W made a determined onslaught on the female snake, no doubt very much at the risk of our lives. We cut down the huge bombax tree, and our im ported laborers their legs and much of their bodies swathed in felt flew at the hissing snake with long staves and did her to death. But it, seemed that ill luck was to continue-to ''follow 'me so long as I re mained on that island. ' Prior to these events, my Indian ser vant, who had accompanied me on my. previous African journeys, had always been a very quiet, well-conducted per son. But now the poor fellow was sud denly seized with a bad attack of black-water fever, and after recover ing, quite lost his mental balance, and became at times a-raving maniac. MY DANGEROUS SERVANT. A strong house of logs had to be built hastily for his detention, pending the arrival of some steamer by which he could be sent away to a healthier cli1 mate. Although slim and spare in build, his strength when seized by one of these fits of raving became almost superhuman. One evening, as I was preparing for bed, and was, in fact, clad in nothing but pajamas and slippers, the door of my temporary house was dragged open, and the Indian servant stood before me with flashing eyes and a huge club, which was really an uprooted log from the house out of which he had broken. After glaring at me for a moment he said: "If you had not been such a good master I would kill you to-night." Not thinking it wise to trust in definitely to his clemency or gratitude, I sounded my. whistle and called tip my six Krooboys. Very friendly relations had existed 3 between the Krooboys and this Indian servant. They therefore endeavored in their broken English to persuade him to go back to the log hut. Turning on them, however, like a tiger, he stabbed one of them mortally and another very nearly so. The rest of the Krooboys fled, and I was left alone with this raving madman in the bright moonlight on the sea beach. Showing me the still dripping knife, he flung it behind him into the sea, saying as he did so: "I do that lest I should be tempted to stab you." I have never in all my life been placed in such an awkward position. The English builder was a mile or more away, all my men had bolted into the bush, and the only outward and visible sign of legal authority was at the little settlement of Victoria, two miles across the sea. My first thoughts turned toward the wounded men, in the hope that both might be saved. I managed to stanch the flow of blood from the less seriously wounded of the two. As to the other, he was stabbed in the stomach. While attempting to restore him to consciousness, I was suddenly aware that the murderer was holding a candle and assisting in every possible way. He betrayed no trace of his recent excitement, but in a tome of the deepest commiseration kept saying: "Poor Grando! Who could have done this? Poor Grando!" Under the circumstances I thought it best to avail myself of all the help that he could render at this moment and he was most deft in binding up the wound. "DURING HER MAJESTY'S PLEASURE." When all that could be done for the two men with the limited means at our disposal had been accomplished, I had to turn to the Indian and say: "Now I have got to put you in irons." He held out his hands quite submis sively for the"' handcuffs. By this time the English builder had arrived, and one or two of his men helped to get out my boat and row us over to the mainland, where the Indian was put in custody. He was eventually tried at a con sular court and sentenced to be "de tained during her majesty's pleasure." With assiduous attentions one of the Krooboys recovered, but the other died. The place of the Indian as general factotum in my service was taken by a very intelligent negro ex-slave, named Solomon. Solomon had been freed as a boy by one of her late majesty's cruis ers, and had been landed for educa tion at the little Baptist mission set tlement of Victoria, in Ambas Bay. Here he received an excellent train ing. He was so ugly and ungainly in his movements that it was difficult to realize what a truly noble hearted creature was concealed under his gro tesque mask. Solomon was one of the many wonders I have encountered in the negro world; had he lived he might have been another Bishop Crowther. POOR SOLOMON! lie took the keenest interest I re member, in the revision of the Old and New Testaniuiits, and was one of the first persons in that part of Africa to secure a copy of the revised Bibje. lie was a hard and steady worker, who kept the men in order without violence, and felled timber, quarried stone, collected and skinned birds, beasts and reptiles, and was always in a good temper, ready with a cheery answer to even the crossest question. It seemed to me that with the ac quisition of Solonitfu my troubles on Mondole were over. But the slaughter of the snakes was not yet expiated, according to the negro opinion. One day, when SoJmon bad been with me for three months, he proposed crossing to the adjoining peninsula to cut tim ber and convey the logs back to Mon dole. For this purpose he preferred, he said, to use native dugout canoes rather than my little boat. He started early in the morning, but I never saw him again. Late in the afternoon the canoemen returned, blue with cold, and their bodies wrinkled and flabby with long immersion in the water. They described hew, just as Solomon had started to return with his little flotilla a great sea had come in from the open Atlantic and swamped the canoes. This in itself was a matter of little moment, where every native swam like a fish, and where the contents of the canoes would float But it was sup posed that a crocodile or shark had seized Solomon and dragged him un der. One result of all these worries and anxieties was that I became seriously ill with black-water fever, and was obliged to move to Old .Calabar. On several occasions subsequently I returned to Mondole and attempted to' reside there, for the place was su premely beautiful, and" possessed fea tures of great natural interest; but every' time something untoward hap pened either to myself or to some one else staying in the house. Nothing occurred, it is true, that might not equally well have taken place without the snakes' curse, in which I need hardly say I placed no faith whatever. DISPROVING THE SUPERSTITION After my transference to East Africa, and the cession by England to Ger many of the Ambas Bay settlements, the house was removed. The island is probably now under cultivation by German planters, who must have removed without regard for superstition the tree cobras, and have been able to show the natives, by the prosperity which attends the cultiva tion of cacao in these regions, that the misfortunes of the English Vice-Consul had no connection whatever with supernatural causes. Youth's Com panion. A FATHER'S LETTER. Quaintly Expressed Advice For the Young; Sir Philip Sidney. When Sir Philip Sidney was twelve yeafs old he had made such good progress in his studies that he wrote to bis father a letter in Latin and one in French; In those days, we must remember, if one has to read at all, it was necessary to read in Latin, and French was the language of courts, so both tongues were begun early and studied more practically than we now adays think requisite. But young Philip's letters seem to have greatly plesaed his father, for in return Sir Henry wrote a charming letter of ad vice and counsel, well worth reading in full. We can quote only a little of it. but advise you to read it all. As to study, he wrote, in the old spelling:' "Apply yowr study to suche howres as yowr discrete master dothe assigne yow, earnestlye; and the tyme, I knowe, he will so lymitt (limit) as shal be both . sufficient for yowr learnings and saf for yowr health. And mark the sens and ibe matter that yow read, as well as the woordes. So shal yow both enreiche (enrich) yowr tongue with woordes and yowr wltte with matter; and judgment will growe as. yeares growyth in yow. Yf yow hears a wise sentence, or an apt phrase, commyte yt to yowr memorye, with respect to the circumstance when yow shal speake yt." Good advise, it is not. And yet how differently a modern father would write, even if he chose the same ideas to express. Would he not put it more like this? "You'd better'be regular in studying your lessons, for you will find that your teacher knows about what you can do without hurting yourself. Put your mind into it, and try to get the sense out of it, and you'll acquire a good vocabulary as well as learn some thing. Then the older you grow the more sense you'll have. If you find something well said, store it away, so you can repeat it when it will tell." Yet the two fathers, he of the six teenth and he of the twentieth century, mean the same t. ing. From 'Books and Authors," in St. Nicholas. The Keally Clever Pone. There is much more intellectual clev erness among the girls of to-day than there was fifty years ago. A flippant cousjn says: "It loos not pay for a girl to be clever. Men are afraid of you i you are, and the other girls hate you." But between a pedantic prig and a well educated young wo man there is a vast difference. The really clever women are those who dis guise their learning and pose as amia ble and charming idiots. The Man in Love. The ordinary man in love is a sorry sight compared with his mistress. He makes his love conventionally and con tinually disappoints the wo.nau, who wishes to see new lights gleam in his eyes. He is in poignant fear of discov ery; he has a. horror of ridicule; his one dread is lest he make a fool of himself. But a woman is a cheap chit indeed if she spends a thought on such nonsense; her abandon is su perb, Londoa Queen. MISSED. (The renW of a lonelv husband vrhose wife has asked in one of her letters: "Do you miss me, dear?") "Do I miss you, dear?" you ask me, utv I 1 u oince you ve journeyea iar air ; Am I conscious of your absence?' Ah, my treasure, ure, I should say! I hnve ceased to lock the windows When I go to bed at night; I have ceased to care a cooky Whether everything's all right. . If the kitchen gas keeps burning I don't know it and don't care; 'Neath the bed thieves may be hiding, I've sworn off looking there. Darling, I have ceased to bother With the bird and with the cat, They're attended to by Maggie, Who has full charge of the flat. I have ceased, my dear, to worry. When the busy day has fled, . And I get to feeling sleepy, I just tumble into bed. No more peering round in corners. No more nightly chores for me; From a score of vexing duties For the present I am free. Do Lmiss you, dear, you ask me! Yes, oh yes. my heart's delight; I've quit getting up and hunting After burglars in the night. If it storms I lie and listen To the drops' splash on the pane, Never minding if the curtains And the rug are soaked with rain. In vour absence I am getting Gladly rested, sweetheart mine; You will hardly recognize me. People say I look so fine. JUaggie has your sofa pillows All in her room now, my dear Yes, I miss you every moment, I'm so free from bother here. Chicago Record-Herald. Hewitt "Gruet says that his wife can cook and play the piano with equal facility." Jewett "I'd hate to eat her cooking." Brooklyn Life. The spider in the baseball game Would surely be a winner, For catching ,rflies" ! car.'t b beat. The gluttonous old sinner. Willie "Mr. Oldboy, why do tfcey say you are in your second childhood?" Mother-"Willie!" WilIie"Ob, I know; it's because you're baldheaded, just like baby Dick."-Bostoa Tran script. $ Teacher "Thomas, mention a few of the proofs that the earth is round like an orange." Tommy Tucker "I didn't know we had to have any proofs, ma'am, I thought everybody admitted it." Chicago Tribune. "You say that stout char In the op posite box owes his fortuns to poll tics?" "Well, yes; he got so awfully, defeated the. first time he ran for of fice that he has stuck strictly to busi ness ever since." Pucs. Oh. Love will fina The way, some say, But will it find Her father kind Enough to pay the way? Philadelphia Press. "No," he said, "I'm not sure whether my wife's Christmas gift to me was meant to please me o- to humble my pride." "What did the give you?" asked the friend. "She had a crayoa portrait of me made by an amateur artist." Philadelphia Ledger. "But," said the merchant to the ap plicant, "you don't furnish any refer ence from your last place." "You needn't worry about that," replied the man with the close-cropped head and prison pallor. "I wouldn't be her now if it hadn't oeen for cry good be havior in my last place." "I'll admit that the eminent trage dian we have just mentioned is exceed ingly irascible and sometimes indis creet in his manifestations," faid the play goer; "but he is p fine actor." "Yes," answered Stormington Barnes, "he knows how to act, but hi does not know how to behave." Washington Star. , "Tommy," said the economical mother to the boy with the loose tooth, "I'll give jou ten cenio if you'll let me pull that tooth." The boy thought it over and then went to hi bank. "The fun of doin that is worth more'n ten cents," he caid. "I'll give you fifteen if you'll let me. pull one of yours." Chicago Evening Tost. The British Board of Agriculture es timates th t there are 1,S71,G1!) dogs in the . country one to every score of human beings. In twenty per rent, of the marriages In the German Empire last year the bride was older than the groom. i

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