The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 28, 1897, Page 22

THE SAN Y, NOVEMBER 28, 1897 THE € RUISE OF THE CALIFORNIA. is rey 1nen wou in an shadow y could v . able to do by canoes were su he advance ag ranged with a great ¢ First came a long line of war scattered far apart and aiming d the yacht where she lay at a Harry Os be detec alof generalship. canoe to su battle with the savage 3 of running away. The o tesch the savages was one thing The test of the courage and skill of th six California boys which the battie would afford was another. He bad Ostend was not a cruel man. to kill the natives, but he knew that he would never be abie to get the German sailor out of New ble. a without t As for the rest consideration, it could not matter whether he fought his 1 battle here or whether 1 tie | should take place while he was trying t make his way upa to the i Ii it should take place Lere the who esc d the news om, | nd the ( 1 be allowed to proceed w estation. This Ostend de: 1 in his firs: | come to their rescue. tight. In 1at savages were no m wi 1d bo While th ue in some cases, this con- tidence was « ated to cause Ostend to put himseli and crew in places where many other men would have ht safety in flight. When he saw t line of war canoes, of which there were not less tha , he ediately divided the six Cali fornia boys into two squads. Three— nely, Binnie, Ned and *‘Shor given a 3 rd side of the yacht, w e next to the shore. Tom Billy of Oaklanc and Sam of were yned on the port ide of the The crew « mbered, all told, | and includ nd Harry Oster John Letou A ‘black man,” and those acted asc ers, engi- peers and deckbands, fortv-five. » all young and all had lived fornia. Ha n had been arsmen and had seen service on ions. They were a fine crew, tend was justified 1n casting a glance of pride upon them a< the sound of told that the savages were making Al best speed to reach the yacht. at once tie savages|beg purpose being to draw attention away from the shore and at the same time to | give a signal to tue army of savages who were hiding in the forest near the shore line to advance. Out from the shadows under the forest darted, swift as birds the wing, the black warriors of New Guinea. They scattered along the beach and plunged boldly into the waves, uot heeding the deadly guns of the white men, which now began to boom. The fire of the white ynen had been held until all the savages Then suddenly the sbarp ttle of the Maxim gun n the forest and set , suddenly awakened, on were in sig and continued ra awakened the echoe: flocks of wild into discordant eami The men in the water were hard to hit, but the Maxim gun sent out a perfect hail of missiles and some of the savages, un- used to anything like this, turned back. The men and six boys on the landward iy 7 to yeli, their | 2pt up a steady fira e of the yacht ke ¥ es and several pea wh Wnile the nnt e lagoon were cut by black tins. A large school had entered the savages. Brave could not stand y for the waters of arks e came on silently and tirst of them had come G feet when the Maxim work. ed and Half a dozen lied with water. The savs ges ¢ so disheartened by se the fc attacked the yacat from the lar turn back nd by t win | MARK B BY KLY D SMITH heavily on its side. A third shot finished | FOH in 189§ Septemoer, 1849; Little Mark | him,/and Mr. Bentley took the irighl(’m‘dj BEXI-:A’I‘H the spreadinz branciaes ofa| Concerning the Mastodon there area had taken hisgun and buckshot | children bome. | snow-covered pine s Hope. “En-|few parting words that may be said. As | and, with tis dog Rover, had started u The little girl was overcome by fear, but | chanted Child’’ he is called. The | the procession of the Bumpkins héaded the stream. Mark was a great hunter. | when Mre. Bentley’s loving armsenfolded brook at his fect i3 icebound. erything | by the Goat Hill band was passing the { Almost since infancy his favorite play- | her she soon gained confidence and told | bears the aspect of a New England winter. | Academy of Sciences the old Mastodon, | el their comrades to | Mark, then but 10 years old, kept them The savages were ¥ | about a mile when at the command of th , they drew | off and once fety in the shadow The first s was over, and the had succeeded ges, without lett bowshot. But Harry k would be the e ordered that acit should be in g s men driving off the sav them come witt Ostend kr re- fe distance, as the savages on the sent ashore. Then the crew of the yacht stood watch and watch, until the morning came. (To be continued.) D, H.We e THE HOUR OF SEVEN. MARY MACEY. BY wud breeches blue, aud stitches 100. me for such as you; even! your prayers, Jur petty cares, e the clock downstairs strikes the hour of seven. Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime, boy, Savs the clock at seven Bedt bedtime, v boy, Every night at seven. —-————— AN INDIAN LULLABY. in the west— The moon is silve | | | savages | | first she | | THIRD COMIC DRAWING LESSON. HE third comic drawing lesson begins this morning. The opening of itis curious. But that is the way Bron- strup made it. So puzzling is it that s o there are many chances after you have learned to carefully draw the outlines you will not be able to guess what you bave made. Itisnota clenched fist with parallel in the worl: Down the vista of years what sweet v see, Ana what, fairest of lands, holds the future for thee? Naught save prosperity. With peace, hove and love guarding our shores, our bay will literaily murmur witn the rush of keels and bear on its bosom the rich argosies of miliions of freemen. As over our bay we soitly glide, a song the fairy sings. THEY MAY MEET WITH SYMPATHY. HILE it is certain that no reader of THE CALL ate enough Thanksgiving dinner 10 be distressed there may be young readers of the Boys’ and Girls’ page who realize t' at some one may have eaten alittle toomuch. To them the Unfortunate Bumpkins and Sea Lions may appeal for sympathy. The Bumpkins were seen last week in a successiul attempt to get the | Mastodon, late of the Academy of Sciences m, for a Thanksgiving dinner. They fared very well, excenting that they found that the Mzstodon had the hardest | wishbone on earin to break. The picture is proof of that fact. No turkey in S:n Francisco had any such wishbone. The Sea Lions, it must be confessed, ate | too much, and the painful scene pictured { at the head of the Boys' and Giris’ page } this morning i3 fore or less eloquent in ENTLEY |ithe HER PROTECTOR. | | thing had been the rifl2. | | animal. | spring, when Mr. Bentley, baving heard | the shot, appeared, and grasping situation, took direct axm, the bear ‘alling them that her name was thumb pointing downward. The straight lines are not put in simply o puzzle. They are a part of the final picture. The full set of four pictures given here gt | reference to that sad encounter with the | It was just preparing '.0[ HOPE’S \/lS]O | vig t The Sea Lions will now be | ready (o promise not to do so any more, | | | OF CALIFORNIA. | and, having once had the taste of turkey | and “trimmings.” will break the promise the | ¢ MARIE THESWORTH. lice Sawyer and Miners’ Hotel.” What sees he on yon icy sheet? A fairy | struck by the likeness of the sounds made In the s g when all America was | that her father kept the scarce larger than bis hand. She beckons. | by the bana and the Bumpkins to the | 14 over the news of the discovery of | Mr. Bentley had heard of Mr. Sawyer and | He advances. The ice melts beneath her | music heard on earth constantly, when | d in California, Mark’s parents had | and he took the child home. smile. | Mastonons were common on every streat \heir farm aud friends in New York | Thetwo families became fast friends. | ~Hope, accompany me. I come from | corner, had a homesick feeling and leaped | _; and s arted for the wi'd West to try their | Mr. Bentley and Mr. Sawyer took up a|the land of the setting sun. Bater my |from his pedestal 1n the o | Witnconipletes ine escond deason, Dia fortunes with the re They camped on |claim together, which afierward proved | poat, and as we softly glide, list {0 my | rushed into the street to greet, in true any one guess what the first L\vo‘_oi the the banks of a stream, near by which Mr. | valuuble and made both families inde- | giopp | 3 iodome Toanscnthis OIdhcom‘rm]es i set meant when they Were pub:lshed‘? D ol bailt a cabin and the family | pendent. Mark and Alice were insepar- | Gaging he sees her foot is daintily poised | the Miocene period. He had already on hey(¥rsomeafiChlvers o Nou osn was made comfortable for the \\m‘\(‘r.}ablc playfeliows and Alice was never | on an open buttercup. On her head | his lips the familiar, every-day name of MARK SEW A LARGE BEAR GOMING AND HE TOOK GOOD AIM AND FIRED. afraid slied with game. On the day in question he had gone ne n West'” discovered some tracks on the ground, which on followi Baae led nim through t voods 10 a Iarge | junior den. It a d to be u bear's den, and | s | in §—. our hero mined that Mr. Bruno|joyely could not be far off. He decided to bring his fzther to the spot, so fixed his rifle, | {11105 Atice’s face grows a trifle paler as L give youths prn- but no answer has called Rover and started homeward. He | gpo asks Mark if he remembers the day | %% been returned. It is | soon spied an object under a tree, and on | when he so bravely protected her. His “My land is vast,” certain that the | mvestigating found that it was a little | jianly face is uplifted; his brown eyes | said Love. I give Bumpkins areas sure girlasieep. Her curly golden hair wasa | 1 o1 ¢ tangled mass and Ler face showed signs of tears. Realizing her danger Mark gently awakened her. She opened her large blue eyes and looked wonderingly around. At as frightened, but finally Mark induced her to go with him, and they arted toward Mr. Bentley's cabin. When nearly in sightof it Mark heard a sound as of someihing heavy walking. He had jnst time to get behind a huge <tump, dragging the httie girl with him, when he saw a large bear coming directly toward them. it paused to look around, and Mark aimea his rifle and fired. The shot took effect, wounding and infuriating tector And T THE BUMPKINS DMTHE GOAT HILL BAND BREAKING THE “WISH BONE” OF THE MASTODON. Fifteen years have elapsed. cabin has been changed for an elegant and down the veranda, “1 lave you gleams a star of dazzling brilliancy. She | waves her wand and a tiny bark is at | her feet. Hope enters the boat. Her sail, a spider web of purest gold, glittered in the eastern light. Her prow, a mass of sparkling gems, floats a golden bear. Westward ho! On wings of air they skim the seas. oI am the fairy Pacifico. My vpeople | roamed the Western shore, The Indian | and the grizziy bear wandered over my | piains. My land was richer than the |cated every month (o keep the moths wildest vision that ever dazzled Arabian |from eating it off as he traveled among fancy. One day, toward eve, a wanderer | his peers outon Market street, was angered asked for admittance. I opened my door, | and saddened to see that, after waiting sev- and strangers from afar flocked there. eral thousand years for a straight tip, | “The Demon Discontent accompanied | he had been fooled again, just as he used | them. 1 was banished for fifty years.[to be fooled on the 1stof every April by Hush! Soft as a mother’s whisper, sweet | the Behemoth that sweats blood. as honeyed bee, blows the gentle breeze. His anger caused bhim to open his The atmosphers is fragrance, the soll | mouth and show all of his teeth, and also | beauty, the canopy & glory unimaginable. | to shed tears of such uncommon size that | Violet, rose, purple, sail along its steeps. | two of them would have been sufficient to | Where arewe? Home. Ah!loved land.”’ | drown any ordinary small boy. his old iriend and chium, Fossil Proboscidian w Pachyderm. Tne Mastodon family never had any shorter names than this, and some of them had even longer ones. It was only on Fourth of July and on Christmas that it would have peen proper to call a mastodon by a nickname. ow, when the museum Mastodon, which was once high spirited, and was then not compelled to have his skin medi- now see that they did not belong to either an elephant or an oyster—now that you have the full series of fourto look at. Yc1 may think, now that you have found out the system upon which these a <hrili blast. A terrible monster appears. | the idea suddenly came to them that they demanded. Bumpkins of break- | drawing lessons are made, that it will be | She kisses her wand to the setting sun. | Straightway he began war against the | | They step ashore. Drawing a golden | Bumpins and the Goat Hill band ! ! | | “The Demon Discontent,” whispers Pa- | would have the Mastodon for their cifico. Thanksgiving feast. The Granger was at Hope advances to the feast. It must | | guard Pacifico. The be confessed that the | Demon COWETs. Granger has put the | _“ho“\e,l'ence,Love, the Mastodon’s wish- | easy enough to guess them out hereafter. Liberty shine over bone, that he may | Any boy or girl who can zuess correctly these shores; 1.)L>c?’n~ have a little fun.| hasa chance to try. Send in your cuesses tent must vanish. Whether he is having | if you will. The names of the successful The Demon be- fun the picture tel guessers, if any, will be promptly pub- whistle from her jeweled girdle she biows | They were all rezdy for the fray, and 4 “Who are you,’’ he present task upon the | C_ ] comes weak® The Bumpkins _Hope and Pacifico have not by any bind and cast him means had their most o when her protector was with her. into the sea. interesting adven- Lo! a beautiful princess stands be- fore them. “Princess Love,” tures. They are just | getiing a little used to San Francisco and the town is just get- ' ting used to them. They have sent out a manifesto which may concern Sania Claus, The “Wild is habitable now. Mr. Bentley’s Mark has finished college, and is | . y.1 ifico, **Again partner in one of the largest firms | 1% VTN Ty He is calling on Alice. Itisa| Ss Hrave boy has slain mooniight night, and they stroilup | ~ & H talking of oid | YOO Demon. ope, all to the brave youth of a “Merry Christ- enderiy into hers as he whispers, | Alice; may 1 be your pro- | Who banished Dis- mas” as they were of : e D B ¥ P content from ‘the LillicINelson At Vora rAnthor a Thanksgiving din. lished. The artists are very sly and they Al otere v es ol ’ 2 ner even if they |hide their real designs well. Soit will pav you to carefully study the outlines before you say you have found them out. Of course, the lesson this week is easy. OUR CORRESPONDENTS. NETTIE STEV writes: “I have the queer est pet—a little brown bear cub. He will sit up on his hind legs for me and takes lumps of sugar from my hand. Altogether he is real good—for a bear.” HARRY A. SHEEHAN, aged 9, of San Jose, is an ambitious artist. A drawing has just been received from him, which is well done. LE-LIE B. WOODRUFF, 8an Miguel, sends a story about a big dog, that will be published. MARY BETH—Poem entitled ‘*An Evening Dream,” received. JUDITH GUSL —Write a short story about some adventures you or some of your friends have passed through. The limit of length is 600 words. The idea1sto have the stories all apply to the Pacific Coast. You will not be disappointed in your expectations and hope 1if you follow this plan. Where oiive, orange, citron, vine, All in graceful beauty twine To Shasta’s lofty peak sublime. Taking his hand they roam the vast expance. “The scene has changed,”” murmured Pacifico. “The railroad track has oblit- erated the Indian trail. The hutof the Indian and adobe of the Aztec are buried beneath models of architecture. Where stood the village school rise grand univer- sities and the civilization is without a should be compelled to forage for stock- ings to hold presents and eventually to nold up “Old Santa” himself. So look out for some Xmas fun. S EVEN TIDE. BY VERA CHISHOLM. The village tell was ringing With a saa, sweet silvery sound, And the goiden globe of heaven Was shining great and round. The woodland dove was cooing In a breeze so cool and strong; The streamlet in the valley Sang, 100, its evening song. The little yellow buttercups Were folding one by one, All nodding were their dainty heeds, For the long day was done. Alony the little village road Were footprints on the sod, Ah! blessings on them every one— There little children trod. HE LAND OF PLAY. 1 have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies— To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play; To the Fairy Land atar Where the Little People are, Where the clover-tops are trees And the rain poois are the seas. —ROBERT LOUIS ETEVENSON. pe BEEST) wor SWETT [BLYD e e RILT) PE REEL HUNGRY ANY MORE