npufMw ipiffjujijpii mmmm
BRITISH TROOPS KILL
' "London, Aug. 20. After being
trailed through the trackless for
ests and swamps of equatorial Af
rica for six sweating weeks, Jas.
,Ward Rogers, an Amerilan, was
sTjot down by British troops.
Rogers was an outlaw. For
years vhe had carried on a
great traffic, in elephant poaching,
and had piled up a fortune.
Time and again, British troops
from the Soudan, were sent to
bring him in, and time and again
he evaded them.
He lived always in the jungle,
and had set himself up as king
over the natives of a vast terri
tory on the northern boundary of
"Nearly three months ago, Cap
tain C. V. Fox, of the Monrovia
service,.rwas given a non-commissioned
officer and six Soudanese
soldiers, and sent out with thje
"Bring in Rogers-ead or
Fox first got word of Rogers'
l whereabouts along the Lado en
clave. But about the same-Ctime,
Rogers heard of the approach of
Fox: He set off through the
trackless jungle, the natives of
which were his friends.
For weeks the chase "went on.
Fox's clothes fell to tattes. His
shoes fell from his feet He and
his soldiersp were without iood
save for what they could obtain
in the hostile country. vAnd al
ways Rogers evaded them in the
But Fox would not gjve up.
AMERICAN IN AFRICA
And at last, after six weeks of al
most incredible hardship, he and
his band caught sight of Rogers
and anative escort.
" Shots were exchanged, and be
fore Fox could come up with
Rogers, night fell. During the
night, Rogers moved so swiftly
that all trace of him was lost.
Two days later, the trail was
taken up again- It led directly to
a Kttfe. hut on a mountain side in
Belgian Congo. There Fox found,
Rogers was in bed. He was.
wounded in the side by a bullet
from one of Fox's soldiers. There
was another wh,ite man with hjm..
Rogers was dying, but he was
still able to defy the soldiers who
had hunted him down. He call
ed f Fox to his bedside. Then he
produced a revolver. x
"I'm dying, I guess,'r he said.
"But we're fn Belgian territory
now, and if you kill me you'd be
arrested. I don't know why I
shouldn't" kill you. I got this
wound from one of your men."
.Fox said nothing. The third
white man, whom Rogers called
"doctor' urged Rogers to lie
Rogers shook his head, then
fell back on the bed, gasping and
coughing. . A rattlirig sound
came from his throat.
"Hear' that?" he said, turning
to Fox. "Death has beat'me to it.
That's the death rattle. I've
heard it too oftert to be mistaken.
Jim Rogers is at the edge of the
A moment later he died.
xml | txt