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THE DAILY CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON. SATl'RDAY, JAN. 20, 1917
"r " - -n - - (an eV 1. "We wus becalmed onrt off th' nor coast o' Afrtcka, an' from where th' ship lay we could see plenty o' giraffs an' ostriches cruisin' round on th' desert, an' it bein about Thanksgivin' time them big. birds looked mighty temptin t' us. Weil, one day we sights th' hull o' an ol' bird wot 'ad been killed durin' th' night, an that's how th' notion got into our heads t 'sprise one o' them desert turkeys. a. "Well, arter a oig argiment we got th' skipper t' put on th' ostrich skin an' started out t' run down three 'at we sighted inland ways. You'd never thought th' of man 'ud a' done it, but he wus afeard t' trust me an' Bill, I reckon, fer fear we'd let 'em git away. Well, sir, th' rigger th' ol' man cut in that rig 'ud make you die a' laffin', an' we couldn't hardly hold in til his back 'us turned. " 3. "I'd give a purty, fer a picture oT th' skipper tackin' off 7 leaward 0' them three birds ith th' ship's gun stowed away under his wing I didn't have much faith in th' scheme, an' 'us sup prised they did't get suspicious an' set sail, but they didn't, an' arter circlin' 'round th' ol' man fer a spell them three ostriches give a whoop an' bore down on th' cap' in' Ufg nor'wester., L 4. "We wus as much took aback as th' skipper hisse'f, an' dropped down behin' th' sandbank t' wait orders. We could hear th' thump 0' footsteps gittin' plainer, an' soon made out they 'us headin' our way, an' sure enough, over the bank comes th' ol' man, feathers an' all, with them three ostriches at his heels, who wusn'i no more than natives themselfs rigged up jis' as th' captin' tm' coo ic J T4SjgySJcfej?reb 5. "Well, we 'us captured fair an' square an' no mistake, an' bein' unarmed (th' ol' man havin' thrown his firearms over board th' first thing t' lighten ballast) they 'us nothin' t' do but face th' music. I don't 'spose you'd believe it if I told you, but you can sink me if they didn't march us right to their boss, who 'us a ex-ployer feller wot I'd met before in my time. 6. "He 'us tickled t' death ts see me, an' nothin' 'ud do But that we all stay an1 eat Thanksgivin' mess 'ith him as he 'ad a big ostrich roastin' on th' fire at th' time. We'd started out arter ostrich, but hadn't figgered on findin' him cooked t' a turn. Some folks prefers turkey, but let me state that ostrich is good enough fer me.". I THE M'GILLIGASKI GOLD Perry Prescott Reigelman "For ten months you've been hniig'in ' to this mil. I tint." Mrs. MedflllgtwW j opened fire on hot husband :is In tip-i pea red t the breakfast table unci sat il.iwn in 11 pile of stoaininghnt griddle cakcs, " I lii 11 1-in ' there 'i gold In tile riv er Hfliul. bul tin' only color you've si rin k is the vnllor in them carrots yon raised Inst fall, iimi :ill e and the -lijl.lrcii kill do is to sit mound and Mail, ' 1 lint Samauthy ' ' "I !n'v heard all the nrgymintB," sin nipped f I i ( 1 1 ; 1 1 i rv sake nn Ihe -nmk m w griddle with :i dexterity mat snow oil loii inn 1-1 i. 0. "and I'm' watted jisl .-ill. mii a. long as I Uin. I hain't no highf tvili , gftllivatttitl woman but Tj does like the uiichcral comforts ns be longs t tlie station of life t! 111 111 which I you touk me to live in tills--til IB ' ' S11 v it, Sa 111a nl h.v, say il," rasieil out Jonathan McGillignski. ns he kept his eyei on his platC Bd i-'Ut th cakes into f'Uir ItUge sort ions preparatory t..i devouring tliein. "The kills he all asleep vil ami aiayl.e if you w 11 nil up you kin1 snv soiuolhin' cm-it in ' ami gil your 11a me i 11 t ha pa tier. "The kills!" scornfully exclaimed ! Mr Mill.; "what do you care about the Iv'ils. You hniut got tlii 1 1 this u inter; 1 done it nil by ttikin' in v.nshin', iimi kept their ilnils hnugin', mi VtB by sew iu' till ni.v fingers wus seopiu' w i ' liloml. Ami you out a wan-1 ilerin' uliout the river with a pun nndj shovel liyiu' to find ti bit o' ami some Ileum spirit tohl you was hiilia' iu the sand. I'm half it notion to liev thoj county court examine yon fer bain' j crazy, thtit's what I hev." "Ua nheail. Samatithv. go nheail.", Mr. McG. challenged, "bul it you do, I'eineiiilH.r you don't git none o' the gold that's wnilin' to he uncovered in this inn. I flat, as the dream-spirit tohl inn was here. No, siree,'' he roared nil liaticallv, "not one grain, not a smidge.'' "If 1 gut la wait until ymi find any Hold in the mini hen'. I '11 lie dead, liorieil, Hinl blown to dust," she retort ed, brandishing the eake tin nor danger otisly near his nenii-boJi) kaatl, "You wont have to wait hnio now. tSatiiau l li v, ' ' lie nsurct! her, wiping the niulii'Ses from hi mouth with the luiek of his thick lurye iiiiteit esllonsed hand, tuifl rising. "The Iddt 'II havo three pairs ot (Mine eaeh, a fur eont and ep, an.l so many dolls they kin bretklt one every day and ilmek it iu the river and it wont make any differ cure. An.l volt, Sanianthv. ou will have kola savlore; you kin' have diiuund buklea Tor yotir shoos, and ear-rings, an.l ueUhues, new suK (tresses, aiot a new hat every week, by gosh!" "Don't go off on that latit nstn." Ae warned, picking up the dishes and tiding them into n pan of hot water. "I 've had enough o' them hot air sj.iels yon beet faandin' out . very time the oodle. Whnt you ivaut to think about is bow'M " n eoin' to irii atouey to inte off the mortgage that's a breakin' my heart and sendin' us all to the poor house- You haven't worked eilODgh to pay th. intrust and old.inau Uoddcr lehlt says he ain't goin' to wait much longer. You gotta git in and rustle." "Have faith, Sauianthy, have l'nith," he expostulated, "A. woman oughta bve faith in her num. How kin he think anil plan for her comfort if she haiti t no taith in him? "Faith, you old bald-headed foot,"! she exploded, her eyes snapping and her teeth clicking, "haven't 1 bin hangin'; outer you fer ten years, benriu' you two of the 'finest kinds in the vvurruld, nnd gittin' up every niornin 1 to bake hot-enkes fer you no's you don't gil in dergestin' and the gout. Haven't If" " Vis, Sanianthy," he nccpiiivsrod vvitli n twinkle in his eyes, "you have. And; your Faith shall be rewarded soon. Last! night the d i cam-spirit clime to me and' said: 'Jonathan wnOUUgaaki, go dig in! the well and you will find a pot o' go'd.'l So today I'm going to dig in the well and when we git the pot 0 gold " "When we gil it," sarcastically in terrupted Mrs. MaG, "Ain't you goin'j over to Kobbins ' to chop wood .' lie 'si nskin fer tneii and puvin' two dollars a day." "I told you, Sanianthy," he declaiedi vvitli positive eiupbaaia and deterniimi tion, "I'm going to dig in the well, as the dreani-sj'irit coinmnnded. " "Let that diggin' ge until next week, she con nselled, "and BO over to Robbing' and earn a few dollars. The kids need shoes nnd we've got to hev some flour and tutors. " "I'm gonna dig," he insisted be tween set teeth, and his eyes held an anry gleam. "Uo dig, Il and let the babies starve, let them walk to school bnre tooti'd. I'm gonna go nnd tnke the kids with me. You ain't no fit man tu take care of anybody', leastwise two j kills and a woman. And when the kitch en is empty and v our innards are guaw -in' maybe you'll wish you hud thought .of your family instead 0' a bit 01 gold in the mud," ami her eyes welled up S vvitli tears until the brine splashed over and down her cheeks nad fell iu big, hot drops on her large-i red hands. An.l as Mis Moti, hastened from Ihe kilchen with her apron held over her sueaming eyes, Mr. Med. stopped out side .-Mid slammed the dooi. He paused on the little porch, rolled up Ins sleeves with deliberation, stepped to the 1 ground, nnd picked up his shovel and pick. His mouth was set in a loug, straight line and his eyes sparkled with determination, glowed with excitement, expectation. The muscles of his arms quivered with the excitement; even his knees wobbled a little as he made his way lo the -well, for was not this the moment he had waited, striven for dur ing the ten months he dug and scraped over the mud-flat f Although Mrs. Mctt. scornfully scout- oil the idea that a spirit came to Mr. IMcO. in hi- dreauis, he put implicit faith iu Ihe heavenly visitations. Time niter time when he had been on the point of giving up and heeding his wife's in. junction to go to work chop ping wood for Kobbins, the spirit had i nmc lo him and arged him In persist in his search. And last niiiht. when his wife's temper boiled over in a last gr&nd splutter, l.e laid himself down up on his jtiilow resolved never to sek nguin. Hut. during the night, it scorned he was awakened by a t-Queh upo his sbonldCr and a voice commanded him to follow. He arose, and the spirit led him in the well-side. Hi re it stopped and pointed downward, saying: ".Ion athan McQtnigaski, go 'liir in the well nnd you will find a pot of gold." So now, in obedience to the spirit comnuind, he defied his wife, defied her tears, and her threats to tnke the chil dren and gb buck to mother. He threw off the well-cover, pumped out the wat er that was in the well, and lei him self down by a ladder made from a pole with peg set in at Intervals. In order lo keep down the water, he fastened a bucket to an endless rope, made it se cure to the porchpost, and began. He started to shovel out the loose dirt, sand, and gravel at the bottom, when u snake that had been curled up in the gravol at the cool, moist depths un coiled and began to wriggle about be tween Mr. Mcli.'s feet. He thought il was an eel at first and was about to pick it up when he realized it was a snake. He thought it was a deadly rep tile and gave g yell that echoed from the well-side, and shot up the ladder like one possessed of ihe devil. The snake wus somewhat sluggish but it resented being disturbed in this ninnnor and struck ul him as he startel up the lad der. Its I'nngs caught in the loose end of his trousers and when he reached the surface, lie looked tack, saw the reptile hanging to him, and, like a gal loping elephant, ran for the kitchen door. Into the kitchen he plunged vvitli the snake flopping back and forth at his heels. And jusi ns he opened the door his wife wits passing with a pun of flour from the flour-bin to the table, where she was preparing to mix bread. Metiil ligaski raced into the room, struck Mrs. MeG. full tilt and they both went sprawling on the floor, Mr. Mc(i. rolling under the table. A jug of nndassos, near the lump of dough, overturned, and the snake hung on. Mr. McU., In i whose mouth w as ' ten of his trousers j his neck, gov and then slid I porch-post- A i was passing and he made a frantic dash for it, waving his hands and yelling. He disengaged the snake from his neck and 'plunged into the carry -all, regardless of Hess, of the snake, fastened to the liot- aiul tail curled about one look at his wife, i precipitously dow n the j 'arrv-all, 'full of people, t 1 1 he passengere hanging to lib queer cries and i dosen kevs of 'I'll. heels hysteric false 1 1 the sunt ami 1'led with t! screams in a i and rumbling brandish gan chop- hop St 111 I d began to a crack into Mr. nth. Mrs. M.-C4. got up and shook free from flour, s'arding the writh floor. contentedly ripping. snake and she reach- i Mr. Met, mixture of her np ixvk on her him like a nstant he leaped to his feci an.l. with a wild veil, was on IVr n race. There was something so deadly in earnest about it nil. that it seemed a domestic tragedy was about to be enacted. They shot through the parlor, whirled through the bed room, panted up the narrow tniis, plunged through an open window to the porch r.n t, and scooted to the edge. And the -tinted tbrouirl Med 's face and m screamed with rage, her hair and dress while Mr. McO., ilian ing snake on the sucked iu the sweet Then Mrs. M,U. snvv tin she made a dive for the axe ed il in a bound, and win turned his head, now n sat molasses and flour, he sn panicking with a vicious I Al that moment Mis. Met! ! ing her axe, arrived and b j ping al the snake while Mr. Mc(i. ped about and tramped on various toes (and poked his fingers into various faces, j Mr. Mill., still tliinliiiic. she was after 1 him. finally 1 ecamc coherent and shout jed: "Help! Help! " and the passengers stood around and gazed at him iu in nocent surprise. "What's the mailer;" gruffly in I quired a uniformed man. i "Can't you see?" wailed Mr. McG. "There's I snake eating tne up and my wife is trying to murder me." "1 guesn you're only excited," ob served the uniformed personage. "Your I wife is merely chopping the snake into I pieces, besides it is a harmless breed " "He's crn.v,'' puffed Mrs. Med., as I she squashed the head of the snake w ith I energetic blows. "if he's crazy," rejoined th" uni formed personage. "T'll just take him I along with me. I'm an nttendaiit at the I insane asvlum over there on the hill. nil these" i II il i.-u t i n o the luissenoers I OOSsibilltV. He held it tanding sileutlv about, "are patients ' but the perverse creature with appa ll have out for "an airing." tite whetted by sundry tomato-eans, i "1 should snv you wont take him." rubber hose, blue overalls thinking pugnaciously declared Mrs. MctL "I'll McO.' thin fringe of yellow hair tufts jntteiul to him uivself. Besides the conn- of dried grass, began contentedly to IV court will have to sec him first." munch therefrom. Med. objected, stren ' "I'm not crazy?" inquired Mr. Me., uously. and the goat was once more on looking apprehensively about him. the vv ell-bottom. r'Aml?" "1 guess we re in well. Air. iTonr. ' "Xo. .lonathaii." his wife soothed soliquized Mrd.. keeping his left eye on j him. the belligerent animal, .lust then the And then, at a command from the goat made a leap and Med. dodged. The attendant, the asylum patients solemnly ! goat hit the wall, stood a moment dnze.l. I filed back into their conveyance, while , and then started after Med They wont Mr. and Mrs. Med. walked silently j around and around, like n inerry-go-I aorae. round, until finally they came face to "Jonathan. " Mrs. Med. implored, face with each other. -Med. was on his "don't go down into that well again, knees; his breath came fast, his eyes Mcbbc there might be a alligator there. I burned like two pieces of red-hot iron. crocodile, or a sea-serpent." Ihe goat s nose was spattered witn matted and the "Gone!" he muttered. 'Mist like a woman," he soliquized, as he gathered a cold bite to eat from the pantry shelves. "I guess she won't go far. I'll have a rest, anyhow, till she gits back When I git tliat pot o' gold, you jist watch her snuggle up to watch it glitter. And then I'll say: 'Sanianthy, you wouldn't Kelp me git the stuff: you was allocs pesterin' me and cross; you don't de serve a sinnlge but, by gosh, jist to show you 1 appreciate the cakes you made fer me, I'll share the whole caboodle. How 's that, Sanianthy 1 ' ' While Jonathan Med. was busily en gaged that afternoon in throwing out shovels-ful of sand and gravel. 1'atrick 0 'Flannigan 's pet goat wandered to ward the well, and, curious as to the nature and quality of tile rope lying in nocently on the ground, proceeded to taste at the loose filaments, and then to chew vigorously and with apparent gust rononiic appreciation. Mr. Med. had occasion just about that time to need the service of the rope and began to pull upon it, with the result that the goat slid over the edge of he well and landed an Mr. McG.'s feet. Mr. McO. was startled; so was the goat. They looked into each other's eyes a i if to say : ' ' Well, what 's next ! ' ' It was Mr. Med-'s move but the goat beat him to it. stuck his head into McO.'s stomach, not violently hut just hard enough to make him gasp for breath. Mr. Med. caught the goal by the horns and his grny beard and w rest led with him. He tried to heave the animal out bodily but it kicked so much dirt down and squirmed in such an ani mated fashion he found it was an im on his shoulder "Sanianthv." he lonlicd. solemnly. mud : Med. s hair wa i raising his right hand a- if in a court of dirty water trickled down each side of ; justice. "I'm a-goia' down inter that I his nose, over his mouth, and dropped hofe if it is plum full o' 'gators, croc ' j regularly. The goat's eyes glowed with jdiles. er sarpints. I ain't afraid o' noth- an intense, irrepressible fire, like that 1 in", Iniu't. which blazes iu the eyes of the genus "Yor a lirnve man. Jonathan, but I bovine, species masculine, w hen a red com Dlllv d li atom you go inter danger agin, you'd better wash the merlassers and flour j outa your hair. ' ' "Sc. 1 hud. so I had." he mumbled, j and sus,..l his head in a pail of water,' Then he descended into the well again, looked around carefully, and was soon throwing out sand and gravel at a rapid rate. He worked until he could throw out no more, then got out and shoveled it under the house, which rest ed on four huge rocks, where it would be out of the way. He worked this way until noon, when be quit and went into the kitchen. He found uG fire in the sieve, and no one about. He called up stairs but oiilv an echo answered him. rag is vvaveu. It began to rain, and soon the walls of the well were wet and slippery. Fi nally. an idea seized Mr. Med,, and. by a dextrous movement, he wrapped the roH" around the goat's horns. He lie gaa to pull and slowly Mr. dont rose out of the well. Near the top, he stuck. Med., pulled hard, but the place where the gout had been chewing gave way ami down the animal came, riglit into Med 's Mins, ami the two foot of water. Then ther wrestling match, a catc proposition, with the got efforts to be re-captured, strategy, he backed the at d w as wn in a another evaviiug all After lunch unheal up against the well-side, got the fore-legs in his left hand and his hind-legs in his right, swung him over his shoulders. and started up the unstable ladder. By this time the goat decided he ought to be friendly and started an investi gation of the man who was able to handle him. He began on McG's sus penders and had chewed one end off before Med., was aware of what was taking place. But before any serious damage was done, the two arrived at the surface, covered with mud and tired. The goat, released, trotted home, while Med., weary, wet, and nnnl-bespattered, went into the kitchen nnd kindled a fire. Iu a few minutes there was a roaring blaze and Med., sat down to dry his clothes nnd rest. As a gold-seeker, he had, so far, failed; but he was not dis couraged. Presently, the warmth of the room induced dr.owsineys, and drowsi ness induced dreams, lied., thought he had the coveted pot of gold in his hands nnd was dispensing favors right and left to all his friends. He realized the power of riches bought an automobile, built a beautiful home, and then pur chased a fast steam yacht on which he sped to the tropics, where he lolled in the ardent rays of sun. But the sun got hotter and hotter, so hot the plank ing began to smoke and the brass to melt. He could caaeely walk across the deck. Then he woKe up to find the kitchen stove red-hot and the walls afire. In a second he jumped for the water pail, threw the contents on the blaze, and ran to get more- In a few moments the whole house was a roaring furnace and he could only stand and watch it burn. What would Sanianthy say when she saw it? What explanation could he maki .' Neighbors hurried to the scene but too late. Only the rafters were left and they soon fell. He took his misfortune philosophically, turned over the useless bucket, sat down on it, pull ed out his pipe, filled the bowl with a favorite mixture, and lighted it with a burning ember. If it was going to burn, whey let 'er burn! The fire burned fiercely and then died quiskly down. The rain that had been falling lighilv iucreased to a torrent and soon only smouldering embers marked the place where his house his and Sanianthy 's stood. But Samathy and the kids had gone. He was left alone. He did not mind the loss of the house so much; he was not altogether regret ful that Sanianthy was away, but he did feel deeply because the babies were gone. It was because of the babies that he had searched so diligently for the gold he believed hidden in that mud flat, that turn of the river where a lit tle mountain stream joined the big one. It was the Vgieal place for a gold de posit and he felt sure it was there. He did not tell Samanthy of certain bits of color he had panned now and then, bits that assayed many dollars to the ton. He was after the pocket, but. somehow, the location had eluded him. It was evening when the sun suddenly broke through the rniu-clouds and flood ed his ruined home with golden litht. The blackened timbers lay in tangled shapes. Still, he sat and smoked and looked at the scene. Finally, he arose, and began to poke a stick "among the ashes over the spot where he had thrown the dirt and gravel taken from the well At least, he might save what was left of Samanthy 's silver tea-pot, if there was anything left of it, as she treasured it greatly. Presently, be found what be believed : was the melted remains of her cherished relic. He scratched the ash-coveied .lump and found that is was yellow. He scraped it further, washed it clean, loo I ed puzzled a moment, and then let out a ' yell that echoed from ths hills to the I river and back again from the farther ! shore. It was gold! dold! dOLD! ; Bul it might be the silver t'ca-put had : been gold! Which was it.' He was not j certain. Oh, if Samanthy was only there to tell him. If it was gold, then he had found the pocket he had search- . ed for so long: then the babies could i have shoes, dollies, and Samanthy could ; have anything she wanted; and he could j have happiness. Another idea struck j him, and he rushed back to the well, '. searched the gravel eagerly, feverishly, ! digging into the mass with his burn fingers. He turned it over bnt nothing ; of color met his sight. Then he noticed several bits of gravel in the tops of his ' high shoes, pushed them out with his finger, examined them, and leaped to .his feet with an exclamation. As he " turned, he saw a figure coming toward him, and the exclamation died on his , lips. He looked closely, saw it was Sa ; manthy and the children, and he ran to ward them. "Samanthy, M he cried eagerly, im patiently, "was the tea-pot silver or gold?" j "Oh, my tea-pot, my tea-pot," she . wailed, ignoring him and running about j wringing her hands. ilcG., followed her, crying, in pleading, exciting tones: "Was it gold or silver? Was it gold or silver?" j "It was silver," she wept, the tears : flowing dorn her cheeks and her large i fat arms beating her bossom as if it was a bass drum. j "Hooray! Hooray!" McG., shouted I " I 've found it at last. ' ' "Oh, mercy, mercy, he's got it again,'' Mrs. McG., abrieked, as she ran to the children and stood before them for protection. i "Samanthy." exclaimed McG., exhu iberantly, rushing up to her and, in spite . of her frenzied expression, throwing his arms about her, "I've found the pot of gold. It's there iu the well, where ,the dream-spirit said it was. We're rich, Samanthy, we're rich. Hee, here is a lump of melted gold, melted from the sand 1 threw out of the well." ! "Rich.1 Oh, he's lost his mind, he's lost his mind,'' she gasped, tearfully, i "Oh, babies, babies," he crooned to ; the two children, as he gathered them in his arms fondly, tenderly. "Papa will have shoes and dollies and goodies : tor you now. ' ' We love oo, papa," they whispered, one in each ear. as their arms went around his mud-stained neck. And suddenly, a mist blinded his eyes, and, somehow, he couldn't speak. Strands of soft, yellow hair, tell over his face, and in the sunlight he saw showers of gold, living geld and he was happy. From Greenland's ky mountain Inele Sam has removed all claim, as n consideration iu the deal for too Danish West Indies, which are a fair imitation of .India's coral strands.