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THURSDAY, FEE" UAH Y 27, ICC) the rr.ANr.Lin rrxss, raAmiun, m. c page nvc SLAGLE AiCIiIG DAIRY PEOPLE Nantahala Creamery Furn ishes Butter To 32 A&P Stores Nantahala Creamery, taken over by A. B. Slagle about two years ago, has offered to Macon county farm- it. For Spring we have added to our stock of reconditioned cars a number of smart open and closed models of fered at bargain prices that are unbelievably low. You must see these great used car values to appreciate them. Too many to list here but a de pendable model for every need and prefer ence. We'll let the price tags do the talk ing. Joines Motor & Tractor Co., Inc. Champion Shoe Shop NEW HEELS not only add to your comfort, but to your appearance ; for a shoe is known by its heel, and the wearer is known by the shoe. Let us re pair your shoes full soles of white oak leather, and rubber heels, or full rubber soles and heels. EARL ANGEL, Mgr. i I W0"W munro y. " I E!quer:ils ALVA. OKLA. vfRANCN 4 $1.25 Per Bag? No! only $1.00 at the Farmers' Supply Company crs a new market for dairy products. Butter from the creamery is sold over all of Western North Carolina, and goes into surrounding states. Thirty-two A&P stores are supplied with butter from the creamery. No industry in Macon offers more to the farm . constituency, and it di rectly or indirectly is boosting every resident of the county. True Tales Of Africa. A Land Of Paradoxes CHAPTER IX From Lamu on to Mombassa was a short jump. We were soon there. As we came around the island to the sheltered part of the bay there were no docks there then and the anchor went over board, there came over one a feeling of homesickness, the queerest that I have ever felt. It was the hold that the sea had gotten on me. The thought that I had come to . the end of my con tact with the sea so soon and after hating it so at first, made me feel a heart sickness that I could not de scribe. I have since considered that there and then the. wander lust was definitely born within one. ' Just as the thoughts of the spell of the sea were at their seeming breaking point, a gust of sultry odor laden wind came from the shore to wards us and brought back to mind the business in hand. The air was frought with the tropical smells so characteristic of most tropical coun tries. The decaying vegetation odor from the marshes, the scent of shark meat drying on the beech, the smell of sea weed, the smell of mangoes and dates and sim sim oil and na tives and native oats, all gave a pe culiar sensation that never has been fully described. Just as soon as the port doctor's quarantine flag .was low ered, here came hte natives in their small boats crying and squirming for fares to row to shore.' The fight for business among the native boat boys here was greater than any that we had seen on the whole trip. Mombassa is the port of entry and departure for" all big game hunters from all over the world. And when the very rich or the crown heads travel they are not lacking in equipment or servants. The boat boys are quick to spot one of these Nimrods and' also ' to put the price up on him, too. Well, the time came for us to get ashore. It was a little hard to part with the friends we had made on the boat. You see sea pas sengers are thrown in so close con tact with each other that it is im possible not to become very well ac quainted. We exchanged addresses, made solemn promises to write and "keep in touch" with each other, and, after shaking hands and still more solemnly saying ''Will certainly look for you when I get ashore," we went down into our respective boats and so ashore. None of the promises, I can truthfully say were, ever kept by any of us, with the exception that we would some time run across each other as we hurried around ' getting things ready to go into the "heart of the dark continent." - Once ashore and given a few min utes to look around, we were im mediately struck with the appearance of an old, old fort on the point of the island facing the sea. Curosity prompted a lot of questions. This old fort was the scene of many a bloody battle between the Arabs and the Portugese. First one and then the other had held it during the cen turies that had passed. The ones that were surrounded in it on several separate occasions' were starved to death. That is the only way that they would surrender was to stay and starve. There was no such thing as voluntary surrender. Standing stark and forbidding on its pedestal of coral rock, it looked over the en trance to Mombassa harbor like some gigantic monster whose only aim in life was to devour all that crossed its path. As soon as we cleared the cus toms, we went to the Mombassa club. Now if there ever was a prace made in which man could enjoy him self, it is this club. The building stands up on a high shelf , of coral rock overlooking the sea. It is so arranged that no matter whether the southern or northern monsoon is blowing from or toward the Indian Ocean, there is always a good sea breeze'. The building itself has two foot walls that are so made that the heal , from the sun cannot get thru. Th walls are roreh an'! in tK.5-na tural colored woods of the country. There is no ceiling, but the rafters are all exposed giving a quaint, rus tic effect that is very comfortable and restful. There is, of course, the usual English bar where they pride themselves on mixing the best Amer ican drinks. The restaurant and din ning room service is typically English, which is another way of saying that it is perfect. The bedrooms and livingrooms are arranged around the grounds so that each has easy ac cess to the main building! As soon as we got everything, ar ranged to go inland, there broke the news that we were all quarantined because of an outbreak of bubonic plague. "Gosh," thought we, "that is some introduction to the dark con tinent, and what was more, the quar antine would not . be lifted under six months. Well, as they say time is no object in this country, we may as well make up our minds to get us a yacht and explore the shoreline for miles and miles." This is exactly what we did when, the tropical fever was not raging within us and we were not lying up absorbing quantities of quinine hydrchlorate. Among oth er things that we did for amusement was to adopt a very blase attitude to the passengers on incoming boats that were horrified at the thoughts of going in among a community that was quarantined for the plague. We were old timers, you see; and could just lord it all over the skittish ones that were getting the surprise of Africa right off the bat. There was a very good reason for us doing this thing. We could not help it .and there was no choice of where we would go for no one would take us away .from the environs of the town. Old Fort Jesus. We went in this old place many times and never did we. go into it but that some new voice from the dark deeds of ages did not speak to us. The old pits were there where the bodies were thrown so it is said as fast as the soldiers that were defending the fort were killed or were starved 'to death. To have thrown them down into the sea would have given the enemy an idea on how hard put to it the defenders were. One could picture the old galleons standing by out- in the bay throwng their crude slells and their poisoned arrows in to the fort, could smell and odor of human blood and see the agonized bodies of the wound ed and the dying as they squirmed under the torture of starvation and jagged wounds of crude instruments of war. Standing in the low, dark, damp bat and spider infested passages of this old fort I asked of its hideousness to tell me why. vAnd the voice came back telling of the brecdiness for gold, the inhuman blood lust of one human being for theySiibjugation of his fellows, the craving to conquer even at the price of unbelievable -agony and brutality. These answers, and many more, came to me from the dim and. bloody ages of the past. Voices ,that seemed to fear their own message. Voices that told of man's inhumanity to man amid the unsanitary conditions of the times when scurvy, tetanus, typhoid, yellow fever and' malaria, the black plague and the bubonic plague and the thirst and the gangreen and all the hosts of hideous things that fought on the side of the victor and the vanquished alike. Voices whose message made one stop and marvel that the human race survived. It also made one mar vel at the magnitude of the sacri fice of the Savior. These voices make any one that will listen realize the greatness of the mercy of God, and no one that has heard them can ever be all bad he can ' never cease to try to see and realize that the acts of individuals or groups of them are so infinite in the whole scheme of Creation that the best any one can do is to watch and struggle and hope. There are many voices in the great continent of Africa that holds ser mons of more force and effect than all the modern preaching can ever hold. These voices leave an impres sion on all who hear them that make others seem small and ineffectual. Tisgah National forest, has been se lected as successor to Mr. Shields as supervisor c f the .Shenandoah Nation al forest. sv.tt m . f-'jL', 23T Winter Has Been Hard On Your Car Let Us Put It in Condition Rid your car of that coat of Winter rust and mud. Have the motor expertly, tuned, the carbon removed and the brakes read justed for fair weather driving. We perform all types of motor overhaul ing and repairing, and at low cost... Made possible by up-to-date equipment and meth ods. . CITY GARAGE PHONE 147 POULTRY SALE Franklin, March 4 Otto, March 5 Hens, Heavy ; 23c lb. Hens, Light 22c' lb. Fryers 26c lb. Cox ..... 13V2C Ik Geese 13 Vic lb. Dux 20c lb. Stags 23c lb. Turkey- 20c lb. Guineas 25c ea. Eggs 22c doz. or better F. S. SLOAN COUNTY AGENT Shields Promoted To Higher Office R. W. Shields, former supervisor of the Nantahala National forest, and until recently supervisor of the Shen andoah National forest in Virginia, has been promoted to the district of fice at Washington as assistant chief of operations in the Eastern district, according to an announcement from the forestry offices at Franklin. John W. McNair, formerly of Ashe ville and , assistant supervisor of iV; Ml WE OPENED up our Lumber business here in 1927. Since that time we have had a steady increase in volume and a constantly widening circle of patrons. , In this development we' feel justly proud. Our stock is at present more complete than ever and we are accordingly in the best position to give an even higher class of service, price, and quality than we have given in the past. We wel come compet i t ion beca use -we have ab solute faith in the building fnalerial we handle; and full faith in our own ability to; at all timts, render the best and most courteous and reliable service at all times and under ail conditions. H. A. OSBORNE J. E. LANCASTER, Mgr. "Oldest and Largest West of AsKevilleV ;
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