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A CANNIBAL ISLAND Terrible Experience of Five Sur vivors Among Savages. Escape a Watery Grave Only to Be Captured and Fattened for a. Feast of the Man Caters Rescue Finally Effected By One of Their Number, Philadelphia. Few persons would relish the terrible but thrilling experi ence of four sailors, Thomas Ellis, John Niessen, Thomas Davis and Robert Macgregor, who recently arrived at Philadelphia, and many a man less hearty would have died through sheer fright had he undergone the ordeal. To be saved froma watery grave when their ship was wrecked on the rocky coast of an island off New Guinea, only to be washed up on a shore of a land infested by cannibals, then to fall into the hands of a band of savages to be tortured and mutilated at their pleas ure and finally to be fattened for a feast., is a fate not pleasant to contemplate, but the victims still live and bear the Bears of their experience to corroborate their remarkable story. Wrecked in Terrible Storm. Last July while the ship Aigburth was sailing near New Guinea, bound from New South Wales for Java for a cargo of sugar for Philadelphia, the vessel en countered n terrible storm. It was a They Passed from Branch to Branch storm typical of these parts and rent the ship from stem to stern. Storms at sea are no uncommon occurrence, but if ever an earthquake struck a ship, the Aigburth encountered one on this trip. Capt. Reed, commander of the vessel. seeing that the ship could not long with stand the terrible pounding of the waves and water, ordered the boats lowered. Ellis, Davis. Niessen. Macgregor, the captain and two seamen were the last to leave the dismantled and sinking craft. The two seamen were scon swept overboard and were lost in the angry waters. The rest, after a trying experi ence, made their way to the shore. Only Five Saved. Of the 27 souls aboard, only these five were saved. They had hardly left the tattered hulk before the remains of the once stanch vessel were dashed to pieces on the rocks. The survivors congratulated each other on their narrow escape from th? briny deep, and thought the worst of their experience was over. Although there were no signs that the island was inhabited, they thought that after th- storm had swept its course, they would be able to rescue enough foodstuffs from the wreck to sustain them until they could signal some passing vessel and make their way to civilization, but the worst was still to come. Land of Strange People. They had been on the island hardly an hour before they roticed a swarm of natives over their heads, passing from , branch to branch among the trees like monkeys, and with hardly a sound greater than that which might be caused by a whisper. The shipwrecked sailors were considerably frightened by the light but later learned that it was one of a tribe of many others on the island that used both their hands and feet with equal ease in traveling. They found that much of the land on the island was low and marshy and that :he natives had to travel in the trees 3r not at all. The latter were trained to :his method of locomotion from child hood, but the sight of their dexterity astonished the Americans, who natural ly had never seen anything like it be fore. They were all big, powerful men. and their arms and legs were covered with ornaments, fashioned out of shells and stones, strung on a sort of fiber that they used as we use twine and rope. Shipwrecked Men Made Prisoners. The natives seemed as much fright ened on the advent of the shipwrecked sailors as were the latter, but after som little sign making- and advances, soir.f of the leaders came down from the trees. Four of them lifted their beat out of the water and carefully examined it. i Reed, the captain, had managed to ?ave a rifle from the wreckage which he had brought with him. This was some thing new to the natives, and when he Among the Trees Like Monkeys. fired it they immediately swarmed up the trees, but finally came back again It was not long before several hundre had gathered, and they soon made th five men prisoners. For a day they wen treated with some consideration, when a new leader appeared. Then their troubles began. Capt. Reed shot one of the men. kill ing him. and during the excitercen' which followed the shipwrecked sailor? made off into the woods. Rival Bands in Battle. They did not dare to go far inland and before long fell in with another band of savages. The latter indicated by signs that they were looking for the camp the white men had just left. The two tribes were evidently not or friendly terms, and together they made their way back to the scene of the wreck, where a battle was fought, in which the new-found friends won thr day. The shipwrecked sailors then es tablished a camp near the shore and fcr nearly a week were not disturbed, wher they were again attacked by their first captors, but with the assistance of some of the members of the other tribe man aged to beat them off. Then followed another period of two weeks of comparative rest and quiet, when another fierce fight took place, and their friends were defeated and routed. Fought with Poisoned Arrows. Ell, in relating their experiences says the savages fought with lances made of a very hard wood, and with ar rows, thrown out of the hand by a neat trick that he had never seen before The warriors took the arrows with the point forward and. resting them be tween the two first fingers, with the thumbs down, and the little finger up made a sort of a spring out of their fingers and shot the darts with amazing peed and accuracy. The tips were all dipped in poison, so that only a super ficial wound was necessary to cause death. These darts were not very heavy, nor long. They later learned the welcome new3 .hat they were to be eaten, and that Tortured by the 'hey were safe from that form of death, as the savages will not eat anybody who tas been killed by the deadly poison. The natives, however, held the single .ifle. the only means of protection of the vhite men, in great awe. and while they remained in possession of it their lives were comparatively safe. Their peace, however, was short-lived, i'or before long they were again captured jy their original foes. Tortured by the Savages. One of the men. Niessen. received an mmerciful beating for letting a pole fall n the head of one of the chiefs. Tbo accident was entirely unintentional, and vhile he lay insensible on the ground he savage hurled aheavy rock down 'pon him and crushed three of his toes The rest of the prisoners were all se curely bound and could render their -srtner no assistance, but finally one of 'ip men managed to release himself and it off the poor fellow's toes before he t'-jined consciousness. This act un ubtedly saved Niessen's life. Othrrs of the survivors have terrible membrances of their experience, ne Davis, was branded with a red-hot rone on his back, and the livid scar still smains. Ellis has two such brands Taegregor had a sharp lance almost Rescued by the Aid driven through his shoulder by one of the cannibals, and Capt. Reed did not escape his share. Captain Makes His Escape. But the roueh treatmpnt finotu- l 3t6pped and they were taken to another part of the island. Capt. Reed in the meantime had made his escape to the inland and was searching for the band hat had befriended them. The rest were taken some ten miles TOm the Illarp nf thair InnHinor to tha 3EC permanent camp of the tribe. Here they learned from the logs of other vessels that had been wrecked on the unfriend ly coast that they need expect no mercy at the hands of the savages. More than one poor soul had evident ly been offered up here as a sacrifice to Cruel Savages. i the cannibal chief. They were sum's S distance inland, and there were no hopei- of signaling any passing vessel. Here they were given rude huts to liv 1 in aud left to themselves. The cannl j bals. however, kept a rigid watch ovet j their captives and they were given t j understand that they would be wel. treated if they made no attempt to es j cape. j Fattened for a Feast. Food was regularly brought to them, i and the men at that time had no knowl edge of what was In store for them. Their only hope was that Capt. Reed would in some manner effect their rescue, or that another wreck would bring some men with weapons and bcaU to the island. With nothing to occupy their time, they passed much of their time sleep ing, which seemed to greatly please the natives. One big, ugly-looking nativ. evidently the chief, kept close watch on their condition, and soon the terriblt truth dawned upon them that they wer being fattened for a feast of the canni bals, but they were helpless and alone 2i:d with no seeming hope for escape :rom the terrible fate. There was not a weapon of any kirn' imong them, not evm a knife, with of a Single Rifle. which they might have killed them selves, had they so desired. But life was dear to them and they proposed to make the savages pay dear ly for their feast. They also hoped against hope that Reed might come to their rescue. It was a trying experience for the ihipwrecked men. and it is remarkable that they lived to tell the tale. Awful Fate of Others. They learned from the writings of sail- ors who had probably figured in cannibal feasts in other years, and their fate was very similar; their situation and daily life was much the same. But all the time their ultimate doom was approach ing, they were fast fattening under the lazy life they were leading, to the gre.at satisfaction of the cannibals. Nothing was heard of Reed, and it was feared that he had also met an un timely fate. In the center of the camp was a large and rudely built oven, or rather funeral pyre, on which some former poor vic tim had probably been executed. It was a sickening sight for the pocr captives They were later taken to a small island some distance from the mainland, where they were kept under a close guard. The cause of this, as they afterwards learned, was that a battle was impending-. They also learned that they were to be served at the dinner which was to follow the victory which was antici pated. Rescued by Comrade. But here their plans were defeated, as the leading force was led by none other than Capt. Red. and although the bat tle was long ard desperate, lasting three days and nights. Reed with his rille. for which he iu un abundance of ammuni tion. va . able- to inspire the smaller force with a degree of confidence that brought ultimate victory. The captives were then released from their prison on the island and for sev eral days rested in comfort in the camp where their former captors had intended they should be served as food. A few days later they made their way back to the scene of the wreck, where a good ly stock of the stores of their vessel was found. The- life l-.sat was .still there and in good condition and they decided to risk their lives on the water, rather than re main any longer on the island. After several days of a more or less perilous trip, they were finally picked up by a vessel hound for an Australian port. From there they made their way to Eng land and finally shipped on board a ves sel bound for Philadelphia. Tales of oxneriences of shipwrecked sailors on islands inhabited by canni bals are common in works of present day wrilers. but norr are more strange or wonderful than this, which goes to prove the saving that "truth is stranger than fiction." THE KEEPING OF APPLES. The Market Now Demands a Full Supply All the Year Around. Apple storage has become one of the most important features of the fruit in dustry. The demand for apples has in creased greatly, and to meet the demand large areas have been devoted to or chards in sections where conditions do not favor ease in holding or length of keeping, says the New York Agricul tural Experiment Station Bulletin. The necessity of disposing of this fruit quickly tends to overstock the market in the fall and. early winter, and fre quently to reduce prices tar below the limit of profitable handling. According ly, the ability to hold part of the cross until the perishable surplus has been di posed of often means higher prices. easier sales and better accommodation to the public. Consumers are also gradually but surely learning discrimination and de manding not only gool apples, but an ample supply of them throughoutnearly the entire year. It is possible, by some system of storage, to avoid the glutted market and to hold the crops with little loss for sale late in the season, and make good profits from the practice; but. like all farm and orchard operations of the present time, apple storage must receive careful attention to insure su. cess. The grower or buyer must learn what varieties are suitable for storage, what conditions must be provided to secure the best and most economical manage ment of the stored fruit, and at what time and under what conditions the dif ferent varieties must be put on the mar ket. Apples are exceedingly variable in length of keeping. Early harvest often becomes too ripe and mealy for choice eating, while still upon the tree; while schodack. m ordinary storage, may keep well until midsummer of" the next year. They also vary in behavior in storage, some varieties scalding, shrinking, los ing flavor and becoming dull colored and unattractive, while others, after six months' keeping, come out smooth, bright, fragrant and cri?p. These vari ations in behavior are to a great extent varietal characteristics; yet the same variety grown upon sand or upon clay, grown in the north or in the south, grown in a wet season or a dry one. may show very striking differences. The problem of selecting varieties and storing them properly is therefore a complex one. and requires careful study. The efficiency of the different systems of storage differ greatly with different va rieties, but In general storage with low temperature secured by the use of ice ex tends the keeping period from one to four months beyond the limit in ordinary storage, and chemical cold storage pro longs the life of the variety at least half a month often much longer beyond the life under ice. A Little Flat Breakfast. "Come on up and spend the night in my apartment." said Mr. "Al" Hal brook to Mr. Frank Daniels one night last fall, when both had been de tained in the city late. "We can put you up all night and give you a little, flat breakfast in the morning." "A little flat breakfast," replied Mr. Daniels. "What's that a girddle cake?" N. Y. Herald. Patriotic Jap. A Japanese porter in a San Francisco saloon had saved $39. He borrowed one dollar from the bartender and sent the $40 to Japan for the war fund. RETURN OF LOST RIVER. Waters of Stream in England Flow Again After an Absence of Five Years. The little Buckinghamshire village of Great Missenden, snugly lying amid the rich meadows and wood-covered hills of the Chilterns, is happy om more. Five years ago, says the London Ex press, it was the scene of one of the most remarkable phenomena of nature, when the river Misbourne, which from time immemorial has coursed through its green fields, disappeared as com pletely as if it had been sucked up by the earth, leaving only a dry bed, a few hollows and a collection of smooth, round pebbles to show that it had ever existed. And when it had gone there was no one of the inhabitants of that village but felt he had suffered a personal loss. No more could they stroll along its banks in the summer twilight and watch the clear, bubbling waters as they sped along to join the Thames. The disappearance of the river was only a sign of worse things to follow, and as the water sank lower and lower in the wells a great drought threat ened the land and even forced cattle to be removed from the pasture and people to leave their houses. Then last summer it began to rain. It rained almost every- day. The rain seemed ceaseless. Walking along the old river bank one day last autumn, a little jet of cold, clear water was seen spurting out from among some loose yellow gravel. A few days later more of those tiny jets appeared. They increased in number until a deep pool was formed, and then a joyous day for the villagers of Great Missenden the water started to trickle down its course, and grew in volume day by day until it had filled the old river bed to the brim. Never were the waters of the Ganges more sincerely worshiped than that little river by the villagers who flocked to the sides at evening in quiet pilgrim age. What, made the Misbourne disappear in the first instance no one has ever been able to say. Some believe Lou don's millions drained it dry, others point to the fact that a few years pre viously a railway disturbed the quiet of the countryside, and its thirsty en gines drank up the sparkling waters rrom the ugly station pumps. Once this river was full of trout and fish of many kinds, and no doubt on this account the good knight de Mis senden selected its hanks for the foundation of a monastery after he had been saved from a shipwreck many hundred years ago. The abbey still exists, though little of the original building has escaped the restorers' hands while in its grounds is a deep water-filled hollow, where the monks of old obtained their Friday fish. KEPT WHOLE TOWN AWAKE Rise of a Country Publisher Who Moved with the Times and . Faltered Not. Interesting stories of "the wonderful growth of many of America's largest and most prosperous publishing houses open with a chapter of the almost unequal struggle and adversity of their founders with hampered facilities in crowded quarters. Whether it be a fable or no, it may, nevertheless, give inspiration to some Rip Van Winkle in the printing business to relate the ludicrous begin ning of one of the greatest printing nouses in the northwest. In its embryo it was a country weekly and job office of the most primitive type, says the International Printer. Its founder was its sole editor, compositor, pressman, and business manager. The settlement was a tented "boom" town many mile? from the nearest rail road, and it tool, many moons for a con signment trom a type foundry to reach its destination. The energetic aspirant to journalistic distinction in the com munity arrived on the spot with but 15 reams of paper and about 300 pounds of ,ody type, an army press, and a can of ink his sole equipment. He set the t pe for his first six editions in a stick made out of the wood of a cigar box, and it is said that in lieu of cases he dis tributed his type on a table partitioned, with chalk marks. But he was alive be was awake and instead of advancing with the times, the times advanced with him and his lively publication. He made the town. He prospered and the town prospered, until eventually at the beginning of the Twentieth century this "comic opera" beginning has developed into a modern metropolitan daily, with web presses, linotype machines, and a thoroughly equipped job office and bindery, contain ing all the latest and most improved ma chinery. Women in Poland. Polish women are renowned for their beauty and the perfection of their hands and the smallness of their feet. They place fineness of the hands above all other charms. "I regard my hands. not my face," said one, and it is reported in Warsaw that the Vienna shoe dealers Keep a separate case of shoes for the del icate feet of their Polish customers. Pol ish ladies maintain that when they shop in Vienna and show their small feet with the high instep to be fitted, the trades men exclaim: "Ah, those Polish feet!" No Broken-Winded Horses. It is said that in Norway a bucket of water is always placed within reach of a horse when he is taking his allowance of hay. "It is interesting." says the writer of this incident, "to see with what relish they take a sip out of one and a mouthful of the other alternately, sometimes only moistening their mouths, as any rational being would do while eating a dinner of such dry food. A broken-winded horse is scarcely ver seen in Norway."