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if all in his life worth having was fad
ing away from him.
"Is there no compensation?" she
sobbed, full of womanly pity and love.
"When you have gone away
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She lifted her face. Her eyes met
"I shall not go away," she said, and
buried her face upon his shoulder.
ADVENTURING WITH A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
(This is the third of a series of narratives related to Fred L.-Boalt, our
special correspondent, by Aleck McNab, a soldier of fortune, now living in ,
Seattle, Wash.) - fl
BY FRED L. BOALT
Seattle, Wash., April 1. "I saw a
fight last night (said Aleck McNab).
The victor strode away beating his
chest with a hairy fist. He reminded
me of my friend, the Missing Link.
"I doubt if you have ever seen a
"I shot a gorilla once, in self-defense.
He stood 6 feet 4 and weighed
"Many's the time I've met them in
the forest, striding man-fashion on
their hind legs, with their wife bring
ing up the rear. Maybe there will be
a baby or two. Oh, the man-gorilla
is the lord of his family. A moral
chap, he takes one wife and keeps
her a lifetime.
"And under his left arm is tucked
a stout cudgel when attack is feared.
At other times he gives the stick to
the wife to carry. And if she loiters
on the way, or is inattentive to her
babies, he will turn on her and box
her ears. You know married men
who are like that. '
"But I was going to tell you about
a fight. I was with Maj. Powell-Cotton's
research expedition in Central
Africa'' in 1907. We were seeking
specimens for the Kensington mu
seum, London. We had come to the
"I was sitting by the bank with my
back to the bole of a tree, resting.
Looking across the river, I saw, op
posite and sitting exactly as I was, a.
gorilla, his cudgel across his knees.
"I threw up my rifle'to take a shot,
but Ma j-Po well-Cotton said:
" 'Don't shoot! Watch.'
"We watched. The gorilla seemed
half asleep, but his half-shut eyes
were on the river. The surface of
the water rippled. We saw the nose
of an alligator. The jungle is cruel,
my friend, and only the fit survive.
"The alligator was hungry, though
no such motive inspired that ex
cellent actor, the Missing Link,, who
lives on berries, as he watched the
enemy through half-shut eyes.
"When the alligator was close to
the shore, the cudgel slipped from
the gorilla s knees and he leaped.
"Twisting in mid-air. he came
-down in shalloNv water astride the al-Ji
ligator's back.. With hind legs grin-3
ping the 'gator as a jockey grips his$l
mount, tne gonna marK you, ne
was bieeer than Jack Johnson and
many times more muscular leaned
forward' above those awful laws,
caught them in his hands and &i
wrenched them wide apart. We could '
hear the snapping of bones across the
"The gorilla dragged the 'gator Jj
nors ae comDat, out not uea,u, to ine.
bank, seized his cudgel, and belabor
ed that tough and armored head until
life was extinct.
"When the alligator was dead, the
gorilla called his wife and baby, who.
had been hiding in the bush, spokej
to them, tucked his.cudeel under 'his?
arm, and with his-family at his heelsij
strrri nff thrniierh the forest. ' I J
"As he walked, he beat his ETeat
chest with hairy paws. The booming-
blows reached yus, more and mare
faintly, long after the Missing Link
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