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" Belletonte, Pa., September 26, 1913.
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North of Fifty.
{BY REX BEACH]
Copyright by McClure, Phillips & Co.
i GEORGE was drinking and
the uctivities of the little arctic
wining camp were paralyzed
Events invariably ceased odie
gress and marked time Ww
DE became excessive, and Dow
nothing of public consequence stirred
except the quicksilver, which was re
tiring fearfully into its bulb at the
song of the wind which came racing
over the lonesome, bitter. northward
waste of tundra
He held the center of the door at
the Northern ciub and proclaimed his
modest virtues in a voice as pleasant
as the cough of a bull walrus.
“Yes, me—little Georgie! | did it
I've licked 'em all from Herschel is-
tand to Dutch Harbor, big uns and
tittle uns. When they didn’t suit |
made em over. I'm the boss car
penter of the arctic, and | own this
camp; don’t I, Slim? Hey? Answer
|
a skip as clear as a maiden's, while a
map of aRgry Sears sUAYCd 2CTO8 the |
heavy chest.
As the shirt sailed through the air |
Red lightly vaulted to the bar and, div- |
ing at George's naked middle, tackled |
beautifully, crying to Captain: “Get
out quick! We'll bold him!”
Others rushed forward and grasped
the bulky sailor, but Captain's voice !
replied: “1 sort of like this place, und |
1 guess I'li stay awhile Turn him
loose.” |
“Why, man. he'll kill ye,” excitedly
cried Slim. “Get out!” :
The captive hurled his peacemakers
from him and, shaking off the clinging
arms, drove furiously at the insolent
stranger.
In the cramped limits of the corner
where he stood Captain was unable to
avold the big man, who swept him
with a crash against the plank door at
his back, grasping bhungrily at bis
throat. As his shouiders struck, how-
ever, he dropped to bis knees, and be-
fore the raging George could seize him
he avoided a blow which would have
. stratned the rivets of a strength tester |
me!” he roared at the emaciated bear |
er of the title, whose attention seemed
wandering from the Inventory of
George's startling traits toward a card
game.
“Sure ye do,” nervously smiled Slim,
frightened out of a heart solo as be
returned to his surroundings.
“Well, then, listen to what I'm say-
ing [I'm the big chief of the village,
and when I'm stimulated and happy
them fellers | don't like hides out and
lets me and nature operate things.
Ain't that right? He glared inquir
ingly at his friends.
and ducked under the other's arms,
weaping to the cleared center of the |
floor,
Seldom had the big man’s rush been
avoided, and. whirling, he swung a
voomliike arm at the agile stranger. |
Before it muded Captain stepped In
to mee ais adversary and, with the ’
weight of uis body behind the blow,
drove a clinched and bony fist crash- |
ing into the other's face. The big '
head with its blazing shock of hair’
| snapped backward, and the whaler |
dropped to his knees at the other's |
feet.
The drunken tush of victory swept
over Captain as he stood above the |
' swaying figure, then suddenly he felt
Red, the proprietor, explained over
the bar in a whisper to Captain, the '
new man from Dawson: “That's Big
George, the whaler. He's a squaw
man an’ sort of a hully—see? When
he's sober he's on the level strickly.
an’ we all likes him fine, but when he
gets to fighting the pain killer be ain't
altogether a gentleman Will be fight
—oh. wili he fight? Say, he's there
with chimes, he is! Why, Doe. Mil
ler's made a grub stake rebuilding
fellers that's had a lingering doubt
cached away about that, an’ now when
he gets the booze up his nose them
patched up guys oozes away an’ hiber
nates till the was dies ont in him. Aft
erward bes sore on himself an’ apol-
the great bare arms close about his
waist witb a painful grip He struck
at the bleeding face below him and
wrenched at the circling bands which
wheezed the breath from his lungs,
but the whaler squeezed him writhing
to his breast aud, rising unsteadily, |
wheeled across the toor and In a
shiver of broken glass fell crashing
against the bar and to the floor.
As the struggling men writhed upon
the planks the door opened at the hur
ried entrance of ap excited group,
which paused at the sight of the ruin;
' then, rushing forward. tore the men
apart
The panting Berserker strained at
' the arms about bis glistening body,
ogizes to evervhody Don't get into no '
trouble with vim, ‘cause he's
two
checks past the mit They don't |
make ‘em as bad as him any more
He busted the mold.”
George turned and, spying the new-
comer, approached, eying him with
critical disfavor
Captain saw a bearlike figure, clad
cap-a-ple in native fashion, Reindeer '
pants, with the hair inside, clothed |
legs like rock pillars, while out of the
loose squirrel parka a corded neck
rose, brown and strong, above which
darkly gleamed a rugged face seamed
and scarred by the hate of arctic win.
ters He had kicked off his deerskin '
socks and stood barefooted on the
cold and drafty floor, while the poison
he had imbibed showed only in his
heated face. Silently he extended a
cracked and bardened hand, which
closed like the armored claw of a crus
tacean and tightened op the crunching
fingers of the other Captain's expres
sion remained unchanged, and. gradu
ally slackening his grip. the sailor !
roughly inquired:
“Where'd you come from?
“Just got in fr'm Dawson yester
day,” politely responded the stranger
“Well, what're you going to do now |
you're here? he demanded
“Stake some ciaims and go to pros
pecting, | guess You see | wanted
to get in early before the rush next
spring
“Oh, 1 s'pose you're going to jump |
some of our ground. hey?
ain't! We don't want no claim jump
ers here.” disugireeably continued the
seaman “We won't stand for it. This
is my camp-see? | own it. and these
is my little children © ‘Then, as the
Well, you .
other refused to debate with him, he |
resumed, groping for a new ground of
attack
“Say!
eddicated dudes, too, ain't yon? You
talk like a feller that had been to col
lege.” and, as the other assented, Le
scornfully calied to his friends, say
ing: “Look here fellers: Pipe the
fellyfish: |
there animals that was worth a cuss.
‘They plays football and smokes cig:
mreets at school; then when they're
weaned they come off up here and
fump our claims ‘cause we can't write
® location notice proper ‘They ain't
no good | guess I'll stop it"
I'll pet you're one of them
while Captain, with sobbiug sighs, re-
tleved his aching lungs and watched
his enemy, who frotbed at the inter
ference.
“it was George's fault,” explained
Slim to the questions of the arrivals. |
“This feller tried to make a getaway,
but George had to have his amuse
ment.”
A pewcomer addressed the squaw
man in a voice as cold as the wind
“Cut this out. George! This is a friend |
Drove a Bony Fist Crashing into the
Other's Face. |
of mine. You're muking this camp a
reg'lar hell for strangers. and now I'm |
' going to tap your little spap Cool off |
never see one of these |
~see?” |
Jones reputation as a bad gun man |
‘went hand in hand with his name as
| swers, so (George explained: “i don't
' Uke nim, Jones, and | was jus’ mak.
ing him over to took Hike a man.
Captain moved toward the door, but
the whaler threw nis bulky frame
against it and scowlingly blocked the
way
“No. you don't You ain't going to
run away till I've had the next dance,
Mister Eddication’ Humph! | ain't
begun to tell you yet what a useless
little barnacle you are *
, In the remodeling himself.” replied the {
| gambler,
. Windy Jim just drove in and says Bar
ee.
Red interfered. saying: “Look ‘ere, |
George, this guy ain't no playmate of
yourn. We'll all have a jolt of this
disturbance promoter and call it off.”
| voices, and. forgetting the recent trou-
i
| ward anxiously
a good gambler, and his scanty re
marks invariably evoked attentive an- |
[M1
do it vet too.” he flashed wrathfully
at his quiet antagonist
* ‘Pears to me like he's took a hand |
“but if you're iooking for
something to do here's your chance
ton and Kid Sullivan are adrift op the
“What's that?" questioned eager
ble at the news, the crowd pressed for-
“They was crossing the bay and got
carried out by the offshore gale,” ex-
plained Jones. “Windy was follering
‘em when the ice ahead parted and
begun moving out He tried to yell
to ‘em, but they was too far away to
hear in the storm. He managed to get
back to the land and follered the shore
ice around. He's over at Hunter's
cabin now, most dead, face and hands
froze pretty bad.”
A torrent of questions followed and
many suggestions as to the fate of the
men.
“They’ll freeze before they cam get
{ In this storm?
wind,” added another. “and if they
don't drown they'ili freeze before the
tloe comes in close enough for them
to land
From the first annoouncement of his
friends’ peril Captain bad been think
ing rapidly His body, sore from his
long trip apd aching from the hug of
; his recent encounter, cried woefully
for rest. but his voice rose calm and
clear. “We've got to get them off,” he
sald “Who will go with me? Three
1s enough.”
The clamoring voices ceased, and
the men wheeled at the sound, gazing
incredulously at the speaker. “What!
You're crazy!” many
voices said.
He gazed appealingly at the faces
before him. Brave and adventurous
men he knew them to be, jesting with
death and tempered to perils In this
land where hardship rises with the
dawn, but they shook their ragged
beads hopelessly.
“We must save them!” resumed Cap
tain hotly. “Barton and | played as
| children together. and if there's not a
man among you who's got the nerve to
follow me I'll go alone. by heavens!”
Io the silence of the room he pulled
the cap about his ears and, tying it
snugly under nis chin. drew oa his
| huge fur mittens. Then, with a scorn
ful laugh, be turned toward the door.
He paused as his eye caught the
swollen face of Big George. Blood
| had stiffened tn the beavy creases of
his face ilke rusted stringers in a
ledge, while nis mashed and discolored
lips protruded thickly His hair gleam-
ed red, and the sweat had dried apon
his paked shoulders. streaked with dirt
and flecked with spots of blood, yet
the battered features shone with the
anconquered. fearless light of a rough.
strong man
Captain strode to him
stretched hand. “You're a maw." he
said “You've gor the nerve, (jeorge,
and you'll go with me, won't you?"
“What! Me?’ questioned the sailor
vaguely. His wondering glance left
Captain and drifted round the circle
of shamed and silent taces Then he
straightened stiffly and cried: “Will |
go with you? Certainly! [ll 20 (0 ~~
with you.”
Ready bands narnessed the dogs,
with out
. dragged from protected nooks where
they sought cover from the storm
which moaned and whistled round the
low houses. Endless ragged folds of
sleet whirled out of the north, then '
writhed and twisted past. vanishing
into the gray veil which shrouded she |
landscape in a twilight gloom
The flerce wind sapk the cold into
the aching flesh like a knife and stiff-
ened the face to a whitening mask,
while a fusillade of frozen ice particles
beat against the eyeballs with blind.
ing fury i
As Captain emerged from tis cabin, |
furred and hooded, he found a long
train of crouching, whining animals
harnessed and waiting, while muffled
figures stocked the sled with robes and
food and stimulants.
Big George approached through the |
whirling white, a great squat figure, !
with duttering squirrel tails blowing
from his parka, and at his heels there
trailed a figure skin clad and dainty.
“It's my wife,” he explained briefly
to Captain “She won't iet me go :
alone.”
They gravely bade farewell to all,
and the little crowd cheered iustily |
against the whine of the blizzard as, |
| with cracking whip and hoarse shouts, |
| they were wrapped in the cloudy wind. |
! ing sheet of snow i
i
* . - * s .
Arctic storms have an even same-
ness—the intense cold, the heartless '
wind, which sugments tenfold the chill |
of the temperature; the air thick and
dark, with stinging flakes rushing by
in an endless cloud. a drifting, freez
ing, shifting eternity of snow, driven
by a ravening gale, which sweeps the
desolate, bald wastes of the northland.
The little party toiled through the
smother till they reached the igloos
under the breast of the tall coast bluffs,
where coughing Eskimos drilled pa-
tiently at ivory tusks and gambled the
furs from thelr backs at stud borue
poker
To George's inquiries they answered
that their largest capoe was the three
. holed bidarka on the cache outside.
Owing to the small circular openings
in its deck. this was capable of hold-
ing but three passengers, and Captain
' said, “We'll have to make two trips,
George.”
“Two trips, eh?” answered the oth. |
er “We'll be doing well If we last
through one, I'm thinking.” i
Lasbing the unwieldy burden upon |
the sled, they fought their way along
the coast again till George declared |
they were opposite the point where |
their friends went adrift They slid
their light craft through the ragged
wall of ice bummocks guarding the |
shore pack and dimly saw ip the gray
beyond them a stretch of angry wa.
ters mottled by drifting cakes and
floes. i
il
ashore,” said one.
|
does they held to (helt quest tow
floating with the wind now padding
desperately in a race with some dnrt
mg mass which dimiyv towered above
them and spintersa huangrily against
its oeighbor close In thelr wake.
Captain emptied ms six shooter till
his numbed fingers grew rigid as the
trigger. and always at nis back swells
ed the deep shouts of the sailor, who
with practiced eye and mighty strokes
forced their way through the closing
lanes between the jaws of the ice
pack.
At last, beaten and tossed. they rest
ed. disheartened and hopeless. Then,
as they drifted. a sound struggled to
them against the wind-a faint cry.
{llusive and deeting as a dream voice
—and, still doubting, they beard it
again.
“Thank God: We'll save ‘em yet!”
cried Captain, and they drove the ca-
noe holling toward the sound
Barton and Sullivan had (ought the
cold and wind stoutly hour after hour
till they found their great tloe was
breaking up in the heaving waters.
Then the horror of it had struck the
Kid uli he raved and cursed up and
down their tittle island as it dwindled
gradually to a small acre
He had finally vielded to the welght
of the cold which crushed resistance
out of him, und settled, despairing and
listless. upon the ice Barton dragged
him to his feet and forced tim round
their rocking prison. bezgiug him to
brace up, to ght it out like a man, till
the other insisted on resting and drop
ped to his seat again
The older man struck deliberately at
the whitening face of his freezing
companion, who recognized the well
meant insult and refused to he roused
into activity Theo to their ears had
come the faint cries of George and in
answer to their screams through the
gloom they beheld a long covered skin
cance and the anxious faces of their
friends.
Captain rose from nis cramped seat,
and, ripping his crackling garments
from the boat where they had frozen,
he wriggled out of the hole in the deck
and grasped the weeping Barton.
“Come, come, old boy! It's all right
now,” he said.
“Oh, Charlie, Charile™ cried the oth-
er. “1 might have known you'd try to
save us. You're just in time. though,
for the Kid's about all in.”
Sullivan apathetieally nodded and sat
down again.
“Hurry up there. This ain't no G.
A. R. encampment, and you ain't got
no time to spare.” said George, who
nad dragged the canoe out and with a
covered it
anything in half an hour.”
The night. hastened by the storm,
was closing rapidly, and they realized
another need of hasre, for even as
they spoke a crack had crawled
through the ice floe where they stood
and, widening as it went, left but a
| heaving cake supporting them.
George spoke quietly to Captain,
while Barton strove to animate the
Kid. “You and Barton must take him
ashore and hurry him down to the vil-
lage. He's most gone now ”
“But you?" questioned the other.
“We'll have to come back for you as
soon as we put im ashore.”
“Never mind me,” roughly Interrupt.
ed George. “It's too late to get back
here. When you get ashore it'll be
dark.
I'll stay here.”
“No, no, George,” cried the other as
the meaning of it bore inp upon him.
“1 got you into this thing, and it's my |
place to stay here. You must go” -—
But the blg man had burried to Sul
van and forced him to a seat in the
middle opening of the canoe.
“Come, come.” he cried to the others;
: paddle broke the sheets of ice which
“It'll be too dark to see
appeared maddened by the lash of the
squaw. Then they wrapped Sullivan
in.warm robes amd forced scorching
brandy down his throat till he coughed
weakly and begged them to let him
rest.
“You must hurry him to the In-
dian village.” directed Captain. “He'll
only lose some fingers and toes now,
maybe, but you've got to hurry!”
“Aren't you coming, too?" queried
Barton. “We'll hire some Eskimos to
go after George. [I'll pay ‘em any-
thing.”
“No: I'm going back to him now.
He'd freeze before we conld send help,
—
=
“Get in there and paddle to beat h—i."
and, besides. they wouldn't come out
in the storm and the dark.”
“But you can't work that big canoe
uloue.
find him you'll never get back, Charlie,
let me go, to” he said, then apolo-
gized. “1 am afraid 1 won't last,
though; I'm too weak.”
The squaw, who had questioned not
at the absence of her lord, now
touched Captain's arm. “Come,” she
said; “I go with you.” Then, address-
ing Barton: “You quick go Indian
house; white man die, mebbe, Quick!
I go Big George.”
“Ah, Chartie, I'm afraid you'll never
make it,” cried Barton, and, wringing
his friend's hand, he staggered into
the darkness behind the sled wherein
lay the fur bundled Sullivan.
Captain felt a horror of the starving
waters rise up in him, and a<panic
shook him fiercely till he saw the
silent squaw waiting for him at the
fce edge. He shivered as the wind
searched through his dampened parka
and hardened the wet clothing next
to his body, but he took his place and
dug the paddle fiercely into the water
till the waves licked the hair of his
gauntlets,
The memory of that scudding trip
through the darkness was always
. cloudy and visioned. Periods of keen
Besides. Sullivan's freezing, and
you'll have to rush him through quick.
“you can't spend all night here! If |
to hurry You take the front seat
there, Barton,” and as be did so George
turned to the protesting Captain,
“Shut ap, curse you, and get tn!”
“! won't do it,” rebelled the other.
“1 can't let you "ay down your life in
this way when | made you come”
George thrust a cold face within an
inch of the other's and grimly said: “If
they hadn't stopped me [I'd beat yoo
alertness alternated with moments
when his weariness bore upon him
til! he stitly bent to his work, wonder-
ing what it all meant.
It wag the woman's sharpened ear
which caught the first answering cry
and her hands which steered the in-
tricate course to the heaving berg
where the sailor crouched, for at
their approach Captain had yielded to
the drowse of weariness and, in his
relief at the finding, the blade floated
from his listless hands.
He dreamed quaint dreams, broken
by the chilling lash of spray from the
you want to save the Kid you've got A Strokes of the others as they drove
the craft back against the wind, and
he only partly awoke from his leth-
argy when George wrenched him from
his seat and forced him down the
rough trail toward warmth and safety.
Soon, however. the stagnant blood
tingled through his veins, and under
If you get out there and don't |
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FROM INDIA.
|
By One on Medical Duty in that Far Bastern
Country. The Drawbacks of Housekeeping
Where Servants Refuse to Understand Orders.
A Sunday Dress Parade. Tasteless Vegeta-
{ bles. American Articles at Home Prices.
| Dear Home Folk:
Juans), SEPTEMBER 25th.
The rest of the family have gone out
| to the native church to service and I in-
| tend going to the English church, but it
| will be a little later so I am spending this
! half hour with you, although there is lit-
tle or nothing new to talk about as hos-
| pital life like everywhere else has its full
{ days, and then the lull follows.
Last night Dr. Maclellan and myself
| were invited out to a little dinner with a
| Mrs. Casson, whose husband is a captain
| in the English army. There were six of
{us there and i* was not only a very pret-
| ty dinner but alsoa very delightful even-
ing and | was sorry to come home, al-
| though when we came out into the moon-
{ light (the moon is just about full) we
' both wished we had a drive of ten miles
to take before reaching home, so perfect
' was this Eastern world in its shadings
under the moonlight.
i The day has been a hot one but I have
| spent it so lazily reading the home mag-
| azines, for which I am very thankful, that
I had scarcely noticed that the thermom-
| eter registered about ninety degrees in
"my room, until I had to get up and have
a bai, getting ready for tea. That will
' be one thing I will forget to order when
1 get back to the United States, since
nothing again can force me to take my
| bath in the middle of a hot afternoon
| and then befdressed for the evening by
four o'clock. As you know, the temper-
ature hasn't dropped a little wee bit
| when that time comes around during the
‘day; but the late dinner makes our even-
ings short so perhaps it is just as well
that we do start the evening early or we
would have no time at all for play or call-
ing upon our friends.
I find that housekeeping in India has
its drawbacks just the same as at home.
Of course there are plenty of servants,
but when one can't speak to them or
| make them understand or, understand-
ing, they refuse to do the work the way
; you wish it done, I am reminded of those
| numerous tales of woe I used to have to
| listen to when a nervous woman would
! come into my office. I can’t take those
| things to heart and merely shrugging my
| shoulders take them as I get them and
‘try to forget how I really wanted the
| whole thing. It is a slack way of getting
| along but it don’t rasp the nerves so I
gain a bit anyway.
i Just here the “dhobe” arrived and I
“had to get him the laundry, and having
' on some clothes which I wished to send
to the “ghats” have had to undress, a
' process which takes time, but funnily a
| job I always enjoy since coming into
. India’s heat.
! Dispensary.—Several days have passed
since I started this letter and this morn-
i ing having wanted to see a patient came
| over very early. These people are sent
to us without seeming to be very ill and
in a few hours they develop the most
| desperate symptoms. One of these cases
| came in last night, I was over late to see
{ how she was and found her absolutely
| comatose, when scarcely an hour before
| I had been laughing with this woman
| and she really was not very ill. In such
| a short time she changed and had I not
{ known that she could not get a drug
| would have said that a big dose of opium
had been given to her. She is better
jis morning and last night's mystery
remains unsolved.
I do not mind the early rising as I used
| to at home for the sun comes up each
| morning so very red and shines right
| into my eyes (my bed is on the veranda)
i and then I hear the military bands play-
ling. They begin drilling from five to
| five-thirty, and the bugles sound
~ the shelter of the bluffs they reached much sweeter and clearer early in the
into dog meat this morning, and f
you don't quit this sniveling I'll do It
yet. Now, get in there and paddle to
beat h—I or you'll never make it back.
Quick!”
“I'll come back for you then, George,
if | live to the shore.” Captain cried.
' while the other slid the burdened
canoe into the icy waters,
As they drove the boat into the
storm Captain realized the difficulty of
working their way against the gale.
Op him fell the added burden of hold.
ing their course into the wind and
avoiding the churning ice cakes. The
spray whipped into his face like shot
. and froze as it clung to his features.
He strained at his paddle till the sweat
soaked out of nim and the cold air
filled nis aching lungs
Unceasingly the merciless frost cut
his face like a keen blade till he felt
| the numb paralysis which teld him his.
features were hardening under the
touch of the cold
Ap arm’s length ahead the shoulders
of the Kid protruded from the deck
hole where he had sunk again into the
clogged paddie, moaning as he strove
to shelter his face from the sting of
the blizzard.
An endless time they battled with
the storm, slowly gaining, foot by foot,
till in the darkness ahead they saw
wall of shore ice and swung into
to warm his stiffened limbs,
In answer to their signals the team
the village, where they found the anx- | morning than at any other time. 1 will
fous men waiting. | surely miss their pretty music when I
pI Dives bad worked She Srost ! leave here. That reminds me to tell you
oy * of the “parade service” as it is called, on
ulants In the sled had put new life! ; : :
into Barton as well. So, as the three | Sunday morning. These English regi-
crawled wearily through the dog filled | MENDES must go to one service a day so at
' tunnel of the igloo, they were met by | Six o'clock each Sunday morning they
}
‘sel.
two wet eved and thankful men.
When they had been despoiled of
1 their frozen furs and the welcome heat
of whisky and fire had met in their
blood Captain approached the whaler,
who rested beside his mate:
“George, you're the bravest man 1
ever knew, and your woman is worthy
of you.” he said. He continued slow-
Ir, “I'm sorry about the fight this
morning too.”
The big man rose and, crushing the
rxtended palm in his grasp, said:
“We'll just let that zo double, part
ner. You're as game as | ever see.”
Then he added, “It was too bad them
fellers interfered jest when they did,
but we can firea it up whenever you
say,’ and as the other smilingly shook
his head he continued, "We, Fm
glad of it, ‘cause you'd sure beat me
the next time.”
Cynical Foresight.
“That boy of yours may be president
of the United States some day.”
“Maybe,” assented Farmer Corntos-
“But the chances are that he'll be
one of the fellows who think they are
lucky if thev get appointed to be post
masters.” -- Washington Star.
Long and Short of It.
It is hard for a man to look digni-
fied while standing upon his tiptoes to
whisper into the ear of his sixteen
year-old son.—Chicago Record-Herald.
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are turned out in full dress parade, with
full officer's staff and band. I have gone
over frequently for it is a pretty service.
I was greatly amused to see the band—
the two men with their big bass drums;
both have on long tiger skins over uni-
forms, to rest the drums against, and as
there are at least 2 dozen small drums
and their players are taught to raise
their hands to the level of their shoul-
ders with every stroke and always finish
with hands high in the air—really above
the shoulder—the effect is almost what
would be given were they a band of
wound-up mechanical toys. When finish-
ed, sticks are held straight and arms are
extended high in the air; truly it is spec-
tacular. Of course this is only on dress
parade, but to my uninitiated eyes it
surely looks as though a relic of barbar-
ism, but in this interesting country only
another of the strange sights one sees.
Patients, patients galore—they come
in twos, they come in threes and they
come by the dozen. Such a decrepit
looking bunch of babies. One of
nurses remarked that they looked
only moth-eaten but mildewed
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