The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 12, 1897, Page 26

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1897. THE CRUISE OF THE CALIFORNIA. sed over Binnie's undoubtedly dived deep from the shelter of their logs to hunt for him below the waves, e could be excused for keeping as ill as possibie that Le might not be ob- se'ved. But the eyes of the savages were trained to seeing unier the water, and they were all expert divers and swim- n and were often able to succasstuily fight the man-eating sharks in their own 1 element, ! gether with aduil sound. Binnie had cal- cu.ated very well, and ths spear went harmlessly to one side. Then Binnie turned fierc on the savage. He was a | strong boy, and he had the advantage of y under water in his div- ofinitely. His ax was avage and was a threat- ing suit almost i raise i above the z object, but the wily savage stole | 50 easily and noiselessly that Biunie — e clieved that the hay , born of his strange s re another sava:e could find him he bhad made his way to the st rn of the ¥ and then lostno he s He in, and ¢ the impeding ce. was now in ha ; He upon the deck of tue te to get once more Caiifornia, and he 1 the signal line to be raised to the ace of the water. What was his hor- nal was uranswered ! ? he ask d himsef. Had the wisted in with the weeds throush which he bad beer com- lled to make his way under the ? mis ¢ come 1o the crew? His dily engaged with som Tirough the or weeds he could see som ceaselessly re he was a tlo Almost ve BINNIE'S ADVENTURE BENEATH THE tangled in the sea the keel of the y completely which! covered with life. direction. curic sharp ax the shark behina it. I passinz throu the keel of rmly sent i blood t risk enea h Then he must foi- low alon 1 he could locate the prope If he was entangled he mizht lose his life. This was a danger upon which Birnie's father had not counted when he consented that Binnie ehould be the forlorn hope to save ti yacht. But what was that that Binnie aw before he had time to reach the pro- peller as he zroped his way under the water toward the stern of the yacht the deep shadow of the yacht above his | minutes. so far as this particular savage was con- | | [ | head? Anot ure was moving in his direction, nother and another. Now the first disappeared and the second came | mearer and disappeared, and the third | advanced until it w Binnie was not easi he saw that these objects were not deni- sens of the sea, and realized that they were really savages, and that they kad quite near him. ared, but when One of these divers now saw Binnie, and made a movement that the boy no- ed. The ad a long T, which he at once brought to a line with Binnie and darted throuzh the water at him with almost incredibie speed. savage Sp Binnie stood his ground, now that he was aiscovered, and with great coolne<s and courage awaited tae onslaugnt. He knew very well that ihe savage stay under water more than avery few All that woud be necessary, cerned, would Le to hold him off for a short time. So, as the savage came fiercely swim- ming toward him, Binnie put his axin such position as to ward off the blow of the spear, the sharp point of which migh t puncture and ruin the aiving suit and so ead his mission to free tne California’s oropeller. The spear and ax came to —caica could not WAVES. aware of it, some forca was con: him to move toward +=i s e at first supposed © a with some current a ried to find a place to rest his feet, leiting go of the yacht that his leaden shoes might take bim down to the bottom. But, 10 his astonishment and un iness, he was drawn along a force so strong, but 1ling flower. was drifting any resistance. Once more toward him, swimming through and among the seaweeds, he saw the form of a savage, but in the face of T il iy, x » | PATOQUAH seemingly gentle, that he could not make | the savage was a look of horror instead of the castomary giare of ferocity. The water bubbled and eddied as the savage swam away, and ms flicht was evidently inspired by fear. | frightened, for be saw that the unseen | force hed hold of the signal line upon which he had depended and it was draw- ing him along. He was coming closer to the seeminz flower of the sea. He was | struck with its beauty, but was awed by the mystery. One foot touched upon a reef. His foot was braced in an instant. Then he got his other foot upon a point oi coral and brace! with all bis strength, and for a few seconds he tried to maintain his position. From the direction of the en flower came suddenly a cloud of ink anded Binnie. Then he knew enemy was the devilfish, swang his ax wildly and by great good for- tunedid not bit the signal cord, butiopped the tentacle of the dev h neatly in two. nutes later he was on the deck California once more and was the Lero of the nour. D. H. W. [To0 be continued.) AND THE ROSES In oneof the pieasant valleys of Cali- fornia there idly wandered one day, be- fore a white man had set foot upon the soil, a ittle Indian girl named Paioguab, vicking flowers. This was in the spring time, and the whole earth seemed 1o the maiden to be covered with lupins, bright veliow pop- pies and the cheerful “flag liiies,”” as they are cailed by the Loys and girls of to- Patoquah, Patoquah!” called a Cali- fornia quail, for the birds came nearer to alking than they do no hotigh you will find by listening carefully that they Lave not quite forgotten that name “Yes, I hear you,” snswered Patcquah, ‘‘what do you want?" | Come and play with us, Patoquah, and if you get tired of our play we wili call the Genie of the hills to show you the real secret of this flowering Jand."” Patequah was the close friend of some | of the fairies that even now live under Tamalpais Mountain. She had never seen a Genie, but she was not afraid. That was a golden day for Patoquab, | The quail ylayed teg with her and let her {catch them sometimes. When she got | away from them and they failed to catch ber, which was often, for she was light of foot, the birds had as much fun over it as did Patoquah, In one of Ler runs Patcquah was led into a canyon of whatis nuw known as | Strawberry Creek. *Lan-tah Wal' —this was her name for it—'a stream that the rht and the moonlight love.” ’ sang the birds, “here comes the Genie." she had not seen er looking that seemed to be floating in air just above the creek. How wovld you actif you saw a bush going along all by itseli? The bush in ase was acting in that fashion. toquah waited for it to come near. raicht down from it jumped a little 0 was dressed all in cloth of gold. v be had ber take her seat in the en 1t was up and away. How it was thac the hiils opened before h you must puess, and how it was hat sue found herself in a big garden {under the hills. Adown a graveled walk rolled a huze copper ball. side of it there came a tapping noise. The little man who had traveled 1n the bush reappeared and said: *““If you want to see the Genie—he is in the copper ball— you must let him escape.”’ “How shall I help him?2” ] is hamimer and strike the ball ¥ do not fear.” Atthe first stroke of the hammer a | sound like thunder filled the cave. At the bush | second stroke the growls of all wild | And now Binnie was | He | Patoquah looked abead but saw nothing | many times except a | Pa- | From the in- | beasts were heard. Sharp and other sirange sounds rang out that startled Patoquah, but she boldly hit the ball and said: 1 command you to appear.” **And,” answered a voice that shook the hills, *‘I shall obey.” With the voice came smoke laden with the smell of spice trees of Bagdad. Then there was a white light in the cave that filled it and'then the light turned a deep red next; from the smoke came forth a voice. It said: “Patoquih, innocent little child of the forest, whom do you seek?”’ “Lam looking for the Genie; where is “I am near, but only my hands can you | see, for you balf broke the charm by speaking. So shall the smoke hide me like a veil.” The smoke moved toward Patoquah, | who was not much afraid, now she had beard the Genie talk without roaring. “What is the secret of the hills?” “The secret of how the flowers grow.’” “‘Oh, tell me."” From the smoke there was reachea toward Patoquah by the hands of the Genie—bands larger than any giant's—a rose brier. ‘“‘There are no roses in these | hilis,” one brier are asleep all the roses of 1000 years waiting for you.” Patoquah took the brier and went forth. In a sunny slope she planted itand it RTeW 10 a great bush in a night. There the earlicst blush of morning gave its flowers a rich red. The golden noon called forth roses like a cloth of gold, At twilight, when sleeping and had ciosed their petals, forth starry silence came roses as white and silvery as the stars themselves, Siuce then there have always been rare roses in the valleys. There ever soft winds and the sun have loved them and called up blushes to the damask of their cheeks. Toere tuey have been glorified | and made perfect, said the hiaden Genie, **but i this | other flowers were | roses among the drops that wet the flowers ther: may fall some tears shed by Patoquah. For the Indians are gone never to return. All the drops that fall from the skies will make the roses sweeter. Weile generations march along and children shall grow to men and women, ever the California quail shall in the copses gently, if sadly, call: ‘‘Patoquah, Patoquab, Patoquah.” |AN AMERICAN BOY WHO GOT MIXED UP. Once there was an American and a Japanese boy who were good fri:nds. One day the American boy asked his iriend, “What is Japanese ‘Good morning'?” “It1s ‘O-nio,’ " answered his friend. A few days after the American boy met his good friend in the schoolhouse one morming aud he cried, “Pennsylvania! Pennsylvanial” But the Japanese boy could not understand, aud said, “What is Pennsyivania?’ Then the American boy cried again, “Pennsylvanial Pennsylvanial” The Japanese boy, smiling, asked, “Ob, is it not *Ohio!” Then they, Iaughing, said, “Ohio,” *“Obio.” Toxwy MIKAMI, (A Japanese boy). g LITTLE MARGGY. Who is grandma’s dear delight? Little Marggy. Who is mamma’s blessed sprite? Dream of day and need of night? ‘Who is papa’s precious bite? Little Marggy. Margaret we named this elf, Little Marggy, But all names of place or pelf, Hohenzollern, Rothschild, Guelph, Are as common as clay to delf To this name she named herself, wIttle Mawgy.” Say, who owns this snubby nose? Whose biue eyes do you suppose? Whose soft 1ips which shame the rose? Who can claim ten teenty toes? “'Ittle Mawgy." Though you care not why nor how, Little Marggry, Love is eager to endow Blessings on your baby brow, Little Marggy. May he keep as constant vow, When you need him more than now, Little Marggy. May there be some baby boy, Busy now with top or toy, Growing up to bring you joy, Little Margey, And e love without alloy, Little Marggy. One more blessing would I pray, Little Marggy. May there come Some blissful day When your mother 1ips shall say Little Marggy” To a precious piece of clay Like you, Merggy. CALIFORNIA STORIES. | The first discovery of the territory now known as California was made about the | m ddle of the sixteenth century by the | Spaniards, under Cortez; but no settle- ment was made by white men until about | a century ago. In 1768 the Francisean monks, who had succeeded to the Jesuits in the lower peminsula, withdrew from that country to Upper California and establisned a number of missions near San Francisco. In 1822 Mexico becu_ms independent of Spain, and from that time until 1840, in which year the missions were broken up, the Franciscans contin- Now rou and I know how the roses FEVPVOY PR RRR R RO RRE PR N RPN NP PR R RAR R R Ry Sech ol’ home- Every girl around j Secrets on the hizh-up shelves—an’ Everybody Say they’re glad it’s once a year! | A% | came, and when the fog hides the top of | *O!d Grizz!y” there is the Genie hiding | behind his smoky veil lookinz at the | roses, now incresse. to millions. | Aud when the sweet rains water the PETEE PR RN PR R UR R R R FERFRR PR RIRREPRYX S Y Y Y A GROWL FROM JOHNNY. It’s only jest December an’ the Christmas fuss begun, Ainta room in this whole house where somethin’ aint jest done, ““An’ don’t you touch it, Johnny,” as if I'd want to see made presents—an’ not one meant for me! Auntie’s paintin’ china, an’ sister’s dressin’ dolls, t makes sech triflin’ folderols! Cousin Belle’s a-fixin’ her beau a necktie case— Bet he’il slam ’em jest the same in any ol’ handy place. Parlor’s locked an’ garret, too, an’ every drawer that will— Folks a-talkin’ fast then—*“O, it’s Johnny, hush, keep s “Go away, Johnny,” everywhere—they got no use for ms! Mamma’s huntin’ presents at the very cheapest shop, While papa says, *“Don’t bother,’” an’ grandma, “‘Now, John, stop!” Kitchen’s ’bout the nicest place if Katy’d let me pick Curn’s an’ raisins over—butit’s Johany, you’ll bs sick!” s tired an” cross *bout Christmas time ’cept me, But I’d jest like to see Fourth one week an’ Christmas next—straight ahead, you know, Wouldn’t I have fun an’ stacks of Christmas gifts to show? % 2 B A NhSARESED QQQQQQQQQQQ(QQ!QQQQ(Q((Q(Q(Q((Q(& ually lost ground. LiLLiE NELSON. AARARAESAEEEE AARRARRA when I climb to see, ELLA M. SEXTON. AAASAAAS AAAALEARERBBERAN: [ RESPONSIBLE FOR IT. Cook oracks our cuina, caips our glass, And I will beta dime She i3 the personaze who made The famous nick of Time, —Pucks ‘) 2 A « - P A @z, 7 [ W oot THE BUMPKINS MAKE A RAID ON THE BUFFALO PADDOCK AT THE" PARK. FIFTH COMIC DRAWING LESSON Last week's drawin: lesson was a very hard one, as can be seen by looking at the finished picture. There were no solvers of this. Very few tried, even if it does seemn easy when you first look at it. The nearest anybody came was a little boy who nege lected to send in his name. He thought it was a goat. And really it does looka good deal like one; but a goat and & S rooster are very different creatures, as most of the boys and girls know. Now, this week’s lesson is an easy one. Anybody can see that. Look at thoss carves in No. 1. Don’t you see that they | are the outlines of what they are intende« tobe. And No. 2 is really the whole pic- ture, It is as simple as can be. But Bun- strup made it that way on purpose because he made the lesson so hard iast week. Now all start in and finish up the picture 80 as to surprise the artist. —_——- Four-year-old Barbara went to church i'ith her two sisters and came home cry- ngz. “What is the matter, dear?”’ inquired her mother. He preached a whole s-ermon—about— M-Mary and Martha,” sobbed Barbara, “«nd—never ssid—a w-word about mel’’— 7 l\_ ety Chicago Tribune,