Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 92, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 April 1916 — Page 2

/“THE STORY OY> ( 1 A MAN WH6 \IN HIS OWN ' Tittle world/ WAS A LAW Hli^\SELr^r:

'synopsis. Humphrey Van Weydan, critic and dtletUunta. la thrown Into tha water by the •Inking of a ferryboat In a tog In San Francisco bay, and become# unconaclous before help reaches him. On coming to Ma senses he find# himself aboard the sealing schooner Ohoat. Captain Wolf Taman, bound to Japan waters, witnesses the death of the first mate and hears the captain curse the dead man (or presuming te die. The oaptaln refuses to put Humphrey ashore and makes him cabin soy “for ths good of his soul." He begins to learn potato pealing and dish washing hwfiar ths cockney cook, kfugrldge. Is naught by a heavy sea shipped over the gaarter as be la carrying tea aft and his knee la seriously hurt, but no one pays any attention to his injury. Hump’s quartan are changed aft. M ugridge steals his money and chases him when eocused of ft. Later he listens to Wolf give hie Idea of Ilfs— "Hke yeast, s ferment . . . the big nett the tittle . . ." Cooky te jealous of Rsap end bases him. Wolf hases a seaman and makes It the basis for another philosophic discussion with Hump. Wolf aatsrtalae Mugrldgs in his cabin, wins from him at cards tbs money he etole from Hump, and then telle Hump It Is hlB. WotTa by right of might. Cooky and Hump whet kntvee at each other. Hump's latimaey with Wolf Increase*, and Wolf sketches the story of his Ufs to Hump. Wolf discusses the Bible, and Omar with Htop and Illustrates the Inetlnctlve love of life by choking Hump nearly to death. A carnival of brutality breaks loose In the ship and Wolf proves himself the master Brute.

CHAPTER XII. Several dajm more passed before Johnson crawled on deck and went about hte work In a half-hearted way. Ha waa still a sick man. and I more than once obeerred him creeping painfolly aloft to a topsail, or drooping wearily as ho stood at the wheel. But. •till worse, It seemed that his spirit was broken. He was abject before 'Wolf Larsen and almost groveled t 6 Johansen. Not so was the conduct of Xaaeh. He went aboot the deck like a tiger cub, glaring his hatred openly at Wolf Larsen and Johansen. *TII do for you yet, you slab-footed Swede," I heard him say to Johansen ene night on deck. The mate cursed him in the darkness, and the next moment some missile struck the galley a sharp rap. There waa more cursing, and a mocking laugh, and when all was quiet I stole outside and found a heavy knife Imbedded over an inch in the solid wood. ▲ few minutes later the mate came fumbling about in search of it, bat I returned it privily to Leach next day. He grinned when I handed it over, yet it waa a grin that contained more sincere thanks than a multitude of the verbosities of speech common to the members of my own class. Unlike 1 anyone else in the ship’s company, I now found myself with no quarrels on my hands and in the good graces of aIL The hunters possibly no more than tolerated me, though none of them disliked me; while :Bmoke and Henderson, convalescent under a deck awning and swinging day and night in their hammocks, assured me that I was better than any hospital nurse and that they would not forget me at the end of the voyage when they were paid off. (As though I stood -In need of their money! I, who could 'have bought them out, bag and baggage, and the schooner and its equipment, a score of times over!) But upon me had devolved the task of tending their wounds, and palling them through, and 1 did my best by them. Wolf Larsen underwent another bad Attack of headache which lasted two -days. He must have suffered severely, tar he called me in, and obeyed my •commands like a sick child. But I could do seemed to relieve yiiTn At my suggestion, however, he gave np smoking and drinking; though why auch a magnificent animal as he should hare headaches at all puzzles

I talked with Johansen last night—the first superfluous words with which has favored me since the voyage began. He left Sweden when he was eighteen, is now thirty-eight, and in all the intervening time has not been home once. He had met a townsman, a couple of years before, in some sailor boarding house in Chile, so that he knew his mother to be still alive. “She must be a pretty old woman now,” he said, staring meditatively Into the binnacle and then jerking a sharp glance at Harrison, who was steering a point ofT the course. “But does she work? now? How old Is she?" "About seventy," he answered. And then, boastlngly, "-We work from the time we are born until we die, in my oountry. That’s why we live so long. I will live to a hundred." I shall never forget this conversation. The words were the laßt 1 ever heard him utter. Pdrbaps they were the last ho did utter, too. For, going down into the cabin to turn in, I decided that It was too stuffy to sleep below. It was a calm night. We were out of thb trades, And the Ghoet was forging ahead barely a knot an hour. 80 I tucked a blanket and pillow under my arm and went up on deck. As I passed between Harrison and the binnacle, which was built into the top of the cabin. I noticed that he was this time fully three points off. His (wyes were' wide and staring. He seemed greatly perturbed. “What’s the matter r I asked. "Are ye« sick?" He shook his bead, and with a deep sigh, as of awakening, caught his

The SEA WOLF

by JACK LONDON

“You’d better get on your course, then,” I chided. He put a few spokes over, and I watched the compass card swing slowly to NNW and steady Itself with slight oscillations. I took a fresh hold on my bedclothes and was preparing to start on, when some movement caught my eye and I looked astern to the rail. A sinewy hand, dripping with water, was clutching the rail. A second hand took form In the darknesß beside it. I watched, fascinated. What visitant from the gloom of the deep was I to behold 7 Whatever it was, I knew that it was climbing aboard by the logline. I saw a bead, the hair wet and straight, shape itself, and then the unmistakable eyes and face of Wolf Larsen. His right cheek was red with blood, which flowed from some wound In the head. He drew himself inboard with a quick effort, and arose to his feet, glancing swiftly, as he at the man at the wheel, as though to assure himself of.his identity and that there was nothing to fear from him. The sea water was streaming from him. It made little audible gurgles which distracted me. As he stepped toward me I shrank back Instinctively, for I saw that In his eyes which spelled death. “All right, Hump," he said in a low voice. “Where’s the mate?" I shook my head. “Johansen!" he called softly. “Johansen!" “Where is he?” he demanded of Harrison. The young fellow seemed to have recovered his composure, for he answered steadily enough, “I don’t know, sir. I saw him go forward*a little while ago."

“So did I go for’ard. But I didn’t come back the way I went. Can you explain it?” “You must have been overboard, sir.” “Shall I look for him in the steerage, sir?” I asked. Wolf Larsen shook his head. “You wouldn’t find him, Hump. But you’ll do. Come on. Never mind your bedding. Leave it where it is.” I followed at hls heels. There was nothing stirring amidships. “Those cursed hunters," was his comment. “Too damijed fat and lazy to stand a four-hour wktch.” But on the forecastle head we found three sailors asleep. He turned them over and looked at their faces. They composed the watch on deck, and it was the ship’s custom, in good weather, to let the watch sleep with the exception of the officer, the helmsman and the lookout. “Who’s the lookout?” he demanded. “Me, sir,” answered Holyoak, one of the deep-w r ater sailors, a slight tremor in hls voice. “I winked off just this very minute, sir. I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” “Did you hear or see anything on deck?” . “No, sir, I—” But Wolf Larsen had turned away with a snort of disgust, leaving the sailor rubbing his eyes with surprise at having been let off so easily. ’’’Softly, now,” Wolf Larsen warned me In a whisper, as he doubled hls body into the forecastle scuttle and prepared to descend.

I followed with a quaking heart. What was to happen I knew no more than did I know what had happened. But blood had been shed, and it was through no whim of Wolf Larsen that he had gone over the side with his scalp laid open. Besides, Johansen was missing. It was my first descent into the forecastle, and I shall not soon forget my impression of it. It smelled sour and musty, and by the dim light of the swinging sea-lamp I saw every bit of available wall space hung deep with sea-boots, oilskins and garments, clean and dirty, of various sorts. Though it was a mild night on the sea, there was a continual chorus of the creaking, timbers and bulkheads and of abysmal noises beneath the flooring. ‘ i The sleepers did not mind. There were eight of them—the two watches below —and the air was thick with the. warmth and odor of their breathing, and the ear was filled with the noise of their snoring and of their sighs and half-groans, tokens plain of the rest of the animal-man. But were they sleeping? all of them? Or had they been sleeping? This was evidently Wolf Larsen’s quest —to find the men who appeared to be asleep and who were not asleep or who had not been asleep very recently. And he went about it In a way that reminded me of a story out of Boccaccio. He took the sea-lamp from its swinging frame and handed It to me. He began at the first bunks forward on the starboard' side. Ip the top of one lay Oofty-Oofty, a Kanaka and splendid iaatnan. so pained by his mates. He was asleep on hlB back and breathing as placidly as a woman. One arm was under his head, the other lay on top of the blankets. Wolf Larsen put thumb and forefinger to the wrist cod counted the pulse. In

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the midst of It the Kanaka roused. He awoke as gently as he slept. There was no movement of the body Whatever. The eyes, only, moved. They flushed wide open, big and black, and stared, unblinking, into our faces. Wolf Larsen put his finger to his lips as a sign for silence, and the eyes closed again. In the lower bunk lay Louis, grossly fat and warm and sweaty, asleep unfelgnedly and sleeping laboriously. While Wolf Larsen held his wrist he stirred uneasily. Satisfied with the honesty of his and the Kanaka’s sleep, Wolf Larsen passed on to the next two bunks on the starboard side, occupied top and bottom, as we saw in the light of the sea-lamp, by Leach and Johnson. As Wolf Larsen bent down to the lower bunk to take Johnson's pulse, I, standing erect and holding the lamp, saw Leach’s head raise stealthily as he peered over the side of the bunk to see what was going on. He must have divined Wolf Larsen’s trick and the sureness of detection, for tha light was at once dashed from my hand and the forecastle left in darkness. He must have leaped, also, at the same Instant, straight down on Wolf Larsen. The first sounds were those of a conflict between a bull and a wolf. I heard a great. Infuriated bellow go up from Wolf Larsen, and from Leach a snarling that was desperate and blood-curdling. Johnson must have joined him immediately, so that his abject and groveling conduct on deck the past few days had been no more than planned deception. I was so terror-stricken by this fight in the dark that I leaned against the ladder, trembling and unable to ascend. And upon me was that old sickness at the pit of the stomach, caused always by the spectacle of physical violence. In this instance I could not see but I could hear the impact of the blows—the soft, crushing sound made by flesh striking forcibly against flesh. Then there was the crashing about of the entwined bodies, the labored breathing, the short, quick gasps of sudden pain. There must have been more men in the conspiracy to murder the captain and mate, for by the sounds I knew that Leach and Johnson had been quickly re-enforced by some of their mates. “Get a knife, somebody!” Leach was shouting. “Pound him on the head! Mash . his brains out!" was Johnson’s cry. But after his first bellow, Wolf Larsen made no noise. He was fighting grimly and silently for his life. He was sore beset. Down at the very

Wolf Larsen Put Finger to the Wrist and Counted the Pulse.

first, he had been unable to gain his feet, and for all of his tremendous strength I felt that there was no hope for him. The force with which they struggled was vividly impressed on me; for I was knocked down by their surging bodies and badly bruised. But in the confusion I managed to crawl into an empty lower bunk out of the way. "All hands! We’ve got him! VVe’ve got him!” I could hear Leach crying. "Who?" demanded those who had been really asleep, and who had wakened to they knew not what. “It’s the bloody mate!" was Leach’s crafty answer, strained from him in a smothered sort of way. This was greeted with whoops of joy, and from then on Wolf Larsen had seven strong men on top of him,' 1 Louis, I believe, taking no part in it. The forecastle was like an angry hive of bees aroused, by some -marauder, "What ho! below there!" I heard Latimer shout down the scuttle, - too cautious to- descend into the inferno of passion-he could hear raging beneath him in the darkness. "Won’t somebody get a knife?” Leach pleaded in the first interval of comparative silence. The number of the assailants was a

/T^TthistyjleN ( 1 JACK LON-i I DON'S SEA EX- j \PERIENCE IS NjSED WITH ALL -HIS-VIRILE^PENt

cause of confusion. They blocked their own efforts, while Wolf Larsen, with but a single purpose, achieved his. This was to fight his way across the floor to the ladder. Though In total darkness. 1 followed his progress by its sound. No man less than a giant could have done what he did, once he had gained the foot of the ladder. Step by step, by the might of his armß. the whole pack of men striving to drag him back and down, he drew hls body up from the floor till he stood erect. And then, step by step, band and fodt, he slowly struggled up the ladder. The very last of all, I saw. For Latimer, having finally gone for a lantern. held It so that Its light shone down the scuttle. Wolf Larsen was nearly to the top, though I could not see him. All that was visible was the mass of men fastened upon him. It squirmed about, like some huge manylegged spider, and swayed back and forth to the regular roll of the vessel. And still, step by step, with long intervals between, the mass ascended. Once It tottered, about to fall back, but the broken hold was regained and it still went up. "Who is it?” Latimer cried. In the rays of the lantern I could see his perplexed face peering down. “Larsen,” I heard a muffled voice from within the mass. Latimer reached down with his free hand. I saw a hand shoot up to clasp his. Latimer pulled, and the next couple of steps were made with a rush. Then Wolf Larsen’s other hand reached up and clutched the edge of the scuttle. The mass swung olear of the ladder, the men still clinging to thep: escaping foe. They began to drop off, to be brushed off against the sharp edge of the scuttle, to bs knocked off by tho legs which were now kicking powerfully. Leach was the last to go, falling sheer back from the top of the scuttle and striking on head and shoulders upon hls sprawling mates beneath. Wolf Larsen and the lantern disappeared, and we were left in darkness. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

HARD TO CONTROL NERVES

Even the Bravest Men Have Been _Known to Exhibit Fear. Before Being Inured to Battle. Men in the trenches, now quite used to the war game, have been described as feeling “jumpy”—the sort of affliction that used to be called “mauseritis." Here is a state of mind not necessarily blameworthy, nor even unsoldierly; the bravest have experienced it. The feeling is given various names. As when a young nobleman was sent to the hospital suffering from “heart paralysis.” Being immature, a mere youth, his heart, in fact, his whole body, was undeveloped—a man in spirit, but not yet in body. Being so conspicuous a figure It was up to him to display the supremest courage; and of course, he made good. All the same, there was a profound shock to his physical organism; and something had to evidence that shock. His soul was strong and brave; but his physical being, with its subconscious will-to-live, was afraid; and no shame to it or to its princely owner. Why should men get equivocal about fear on the battlefield; why not frankly call it that and not “nerves” or some like foolishness? The courage lies all in going ahead despite the fear. The sublimest courage is the “two in the morning” sort, when one’s physical condition is at its lowest ebb. And the wonder is, just that kind of courage is now being so magnificently and so lavishly displayed all along the battlefronts, where much of the fighting is done at night. All soldiers are likely to be afraid until they get used to warfare. This has been true of many famous com-manders—-Augustus, who wen fame at Actium, Turehne, Napoleon, Ney. “A coward is he,” declarer the bravest of the brave, “who boasts he never was afraid.” Demosthenes talked fight aplenty; but he ran away from his first engagement, as did also Cicero, —Scientific American.

Draw Power From Air.

The mission settlement at Mt. Hope, 100 miles north of the arctic circle, in Alaska, is contemplating the installation of an electric lighting plant to be driven by large windmills. During the long arctic winter the steady winds in that region seldom fall below 20 miles an hour, which is ample for driving the power plant. Sines fuel of any kind Is exceedingly ex pensive in that region, the power will serve the dual purpose Of Illuminating and heating.

Too Much for Her.

A little girl who vfks enrolled In tha extension department of the Y. W. C. A. was asked by one of the secretaries of the association why she no longer a.trended r the technJc&l grammar class. Well,” replied the girl. “1 always thought a conjunction was a plact where trains stopped. When Hearnea it was a word that connected other words the class was too much tot me-"

Cyclopean Mystary of Abydos

Excavations made several years ago at Abydos by the Egypt exploration fund led to the discovery of a building which is unique In its kind, and which is probably one of the most ancient constructions preserved in Egypt. It consists of a great pool with porches, called Strabo’s well, and the so-called tomb of Osiris. It is situated behind the western wall of the temple built by Seti I, which has been the chief attraction of Abydos for travelers. It was entirely subterranean, at a depth of more than thirty feet below the temple, and nothing revealed its existence. The building, as described by Edouard Naville, director of the excavation, consists of a rectangle, the inside of which is about a hundred feet long and sixty wide. The two long sides are north and south. The inclosure wall is twenty feet thick. It consists of two casings; the outer .one is limestone rather roughly worked; the inner one is in beautiful masonry of red quartzite sandstone. The joints are very fine; there Is only a very thin stratum of mortar, which is hardly perceptible. Here and there the thick knob has been left which was used for moving the stones. The blocks are very large—a length of fifteen feet Is by no means rare; and the whole structure has decidedly the character of the primitive constructions which in Greece are called cyelopean, and an Egyptian example of which is at Ghizeh, the so-called temple of the Sphinx. This colossal character is still more striking In the inner part. It is divided into three naves or aisles of unequal size—the middle one being wider: - These naves are separated by two colonnades of square monolithic pillars in granite about fifteen feet high and eight and one-half feet square. There are five of them in each colonnade. They supported architraves in proportion with them, their height being more than six feet. These architraves and the inclosure wkll supported a ceiling, also of granite monoliths, which was not made of slabs but of blocks, like the architraves, more than six feet thick. It has been calculated that one of the few of them remaining weighs more than thirty tons. Unfortunately, In one corner only has the ceiling been preserved. The whole building has been turned into a quarry, especially the inside, which was entirely granite. Pillars, architraves, ceiling, everything has been broken and split with wedges, traces of which are seen everywhere, in order to make millstones of various sizes. Several of them, weighing seven or eiight tons, have been left. Peculiar Design of Pool. The side aisles only, about ten feet wide, had ceilings. It is doubtful whether the middle nave was roofed.

It was, perhaps, only covered at the end over the entrance to the “tomb of Osiris.” When tire work reached the lower layers of the inclosure wall, a very extraordinary discovery was made. In this wall, all around the structure, are cells about six feet high agd wide, all exactly alike, without any ornament or decoration. They had doors, probably made of wood, with a single leaf; one can see the holes" where they 'turned. Such cfills are not seen in any other Egyptian construction. What was still more surprising is that they do not open on to a floor, hut on to a narrow ledge which ran on both sides of the nave. There was no floor in those aisles; under the ledge, which is slightly projecting, the

DESERT CART AND MOSOUE

STRABO'S WELL AND TOMEB OF OSIRIS

beautiful masonry goeß on, and at a depth of twelve feet water was reached. It is at the level of the infiltration water in the cultivated land, though the structure is in the desert. Thus the two aisles and the two ends of the middle nave form a continuous rectangular pool, the sides of whjch are very fine masonry of large blocks. How much deeper the wall goes than the present level of the water, it is difficult to say. The middle nave is a block of masonry also made of enormous stones, whjch goes down as deep as the water, and on which rest the pillars of the colonnades. The floor Is at the same level as that of the cells and of the ledge. This platform is an island; it could be reached only with a small boat or by a wooden bridge; there is water on the four sides.—Even in front of the doorway there is only the ledge; there is no pathway of any kind leading to it. On both sides —east and west —there are two staircases leading from the platform to the water.

Tomb of Osiris. The tomb of Osiris is of a later date than the pool with its cells. It dates from the time of Seti I, the grandfather of Menephtah, who probably made it when he built his temple. As for the pool, It Is probably one of the most ancient constructions which have been preserved In Egypt. It Is exactly In the style of the so-called temple of the Sphinx, which is a work of the Fourteenth dynasty, and one of the characteristic features of which Is the total absence of any inscription or ornament. But the pool Is even more colossal. In the'-temple of the Sphinx the pillars are four feet square; here they are eight -and onehalf. It is impossible, in spite of the havoc made, especially in the southern aisle, not to be struck by the majestic simplicity of the structure, chiefly in the. comer where the ceiling has remained. Besides, this construction of a character quite unknown at present raises many questions which further excavations will, perhaps, solve. Was the pool in connection with the worship of Osiris? Did the sacred boat of the god float on the water? Since the boats of the gods are always towed with ropes, the ledge on both sides would be a very appropriate path for the priests who did it. What were the cells made for? Were they reproductions of those which the Book of the Dead describes as being in the celestial house of Osiris? Was the water supposed to have a curative effect; was It an Egyptian pool of Bethesda? As for the water itself, It must have been stored for some purpose. The enormous ceilings must have been made in order to prevent evaporation. Is it to be imagined that the old Egyptians made such ,an enormous construo-

tlon merely for infiltration water? There Is no doubt that it Is what Is called Strabo’s well, which he describes as being below the temple, and like the Labyrinth at Hawara, but on smaller proportidns, and with passages covered 'by big monoliths. Was there a canal coming from the Nile, as the Greek geographer says? or was the pool filled by the subterranean sheet pf water which flows jurder the desert, the so-called underground Nile which Is now being neers of Egypt? Theae are a few questions which arise from this discovery.

» Russia’s population will be 600,000,000 by the end of this century if itj maintains its present rate of increase