The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 47, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 March 1911 — Page 7

(/a STORY £\J 1 The Courage of Captain Plum I By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD (Copyright 1908 by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) 22 , SYNOPSIS. Capt. Nathaniel Plum of the sloop Typhoon. lands secretly on Beaver island, stronghold of the Mormons. Obadiah Price, Mormon councilor, confronts him, tells him he is expected, and bargains for the ammunition aboard the sloop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near Price’s cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving an odor of lilacs.. It develops that Nat’s visit to the island Is to demand settlement of the king, Strang, for the looting of his sloop by Mormons. Price shows Nat the king’s palace, and through a window he sees the lady of the lilacs, who Price says is the king’s seventh wife. Calling at the king’s office Nat is warned by a young woman that his life is in danger. Strang professes Indignation when he hears Nat’s grievance and promises to punish the guilty, Nat rescues Neil, who Is being publicly whipped, and the king orders the sheriff, Arbor Croche, “to pursue and kill the two men. Plum learns that Marion, the girl of the lilacs, is Neil’s sister. The two men plan to escape on Nat’s sloop and take Marlon and Winnsome. daughter of Arbor Croche, and sweetheart of Neil. Nat discovers that the sloop is gone. Marion tells him that his ship has been seized by the Mormons. She begs him to leave the island, telling him that nothing can save her from Strang, whom she Is doomed to marry. Plum finds Price raving mad. Recovering, he tells Nat that Strang is doomed, that armed men are descending on the Island. Nat learns that Marion has been summoned to the castle by Strang. Nat kills Arbor Croche, and after a desperate fight with the king, leaves hih for dead. The avenging host from the mainland descends on St. James. Neil and Nat take, a part in the battle and the latter is wounded. Strang, whom Nat thought he had killed, orders him thrown Into a dungeon. He finds Neil a fellow prisoner. They overhear the Mormon jury deciding their fate. A bribed jailer brings the prisoners word of Winnsome and Marion. Bound and gagged the two men are taken out to sea in a boat. CHAPTER Xl.—Continued. After a time a dark rim loomed slowly up out of the sea. It was land, half a mile or so away. Nathaniel sat up with fresh interest, and as they drew nearer Jeekum rose to his feet and gazed long and steadily in both directions along the coast. When he returned to his seat the boat’s course was changed. ’ A few minutes later the bow grated upon sand. Still voiceless as specters the guards leaped ashore and Neil roused himself to follow them, climbing lover the gunwale like a sick man. Nathaniel was close at his heels. With a growing sense of horror he saw two ghostly stakes thrusting themselves out of the beach a dozen paces away. He looked beyond them. As far as he could see there was sand —nothing but sand, as white as paper, scintillating in a billion flashing needle-points in the starlight. Instinctively he guessed what the stakes were for, and walked toward them with the blood turning cold in his veins. Neil was before him and stopped at the first stake, making no . effort to lift his eyes as Nathaniel strode past him. At the second, a dozen feet beyond, Nathaniel’s two guards halted, and placed him with nis back to the post. Two minutes later, bound hand and foot to the stake, he shifted his head so that he could look at his companion. Neil was similarly fastened, with his face turned partly toward him. There was no change in his attitude. His head hung weakly upon his chest, as if he had fainted. What did it mean? Suddenly every nerve in Nathaniel’s body leaped into excited action. The guards were entering their boat! The last man was shoving it off—they were rowing away! His throbbing muscles seemed ready to burst their bonds. The boat became indistinct in the starry gloom —a mere shadow —and faded in the distance. The sound of oars became fainter and fainter. Then, after a little, there was wafted back to him from far out in the lake a man’s voice —the wild snatch of a song. The Mormons were gone! They were not' to be shot! They were not — A voice spoke to him, startling him so that he would have cried out if it had not been for the cloth that gagged him. It was Nell, speaking coolly, laughingly. “How are you, Nat?” Nathaniel’s staring eyes revealed nis astonishment He could see Neil laughing at him as though It was an unusually humorous joke In which they were playing a part. "Lord, but this Is a funny mess!" he chuckled. “Here am I, able and willing to talk—and there you are, as dumb as a mummy, and looking for all the world as if you’d seen a ghost! What’s the matter? Aren’t you glad we’re not going to be shot?” Nathaniel nodded. The other’s voice became suddenly sober. “This is worse than the other, Nat. It’s what we call the ‘Straight Death ’ Unless something turns up between now and tomorrow morning, or a little liter, we’ll be as dead as though they

had filled us with bullets. Our only hope rests in the fact that I can use’ my lungs. That’s why I didn’t let them know when my gag became loose. I had the devil’s own time keeping it from falling with my chin; pretty near broke my neck doing it. A little later, when we’re sure Jeekum and his men are out of hearing, I’ll begin calling for help. Perhaps some fisherman or hunter —” He stopped, and a chill ran up Nathaniel’s back as he listened to a weird howl that came from far behind them. It was a blood-curdling sound and his face turned a more ghastly pallor as he gazed inquiringly at Neil. His companion saw the terrible question In his face. “Wolves,” he said. “They’re away back in the forest. They won’t come down to us.” For a moment he was silent, his eyes turned to the sea. Then he added: “Do you notice anything queer about the way you re bound to that stake, Nat?” There was a thrilling emphasis in Nathaniel’s answer. He nodded his head affirmatively, again and again. “Your hands are tied to the post very loosely, with a slack of say six inches,” continued Neil with an appalling precision. “There is a raw hide thong about your neck, wet, and so tight that it chafes your skin when you move your head. But the very uncomfortable thing just at this moment is the way your feet are fastened. Isn’t that so? Your legs are drawn back, so that you are half resting on your toes, and I’m pretty sure your knees are aching right now. Eh? Well, it won’t be very long before your legs will give way under you and the slack about your wrists will keep you from helping yourself. Do you know what will happen then?” He paused and Nathaniel stared at him, partly understanding, yet giving no sign. “You will hang upon the thong about your neck until you choke to death,” finished Neil. "That’s the ‘Straight Death.’ If the end doesn’t come by morning the sun will finish the job. It will dry out the wet rawhide until it grips your throat like a hand. Poetically we call it the hand of Strang. Pleasant, isn’t it?” The grim definiteness with which he described the manner of their end added to those sensations which had already .become acutely discomforting

Joy Shone in Her Face. to Nathaniel. Had he possessed the use of his voice when the Mormons W’ere leaving he would have called upon them to return and lengthen the thongs about his ankles by an inch or two. Now, with almost brutal frankness, Neil had explained to him the meaning of his strange posture. His knees began to ache. An occasional sharp pain shot up from them to his hips, and the thong about his neck, which at first he had used as a support for his chin, began to irritate him. At times he found himself resting upon it so heavily that it shortened his breath, and he was compelled to straighten himself, putting his whole weight oi his twisted feet It seemed an hour Before Neil broke the terrible silence again. Perhaps it was ten minutes. “I’m going to begin,” he said. “Listen: If you hear an answ’er nod your head.” He drew a deep breath, turned his face as far as he could toward the shore, and shouted. “Help—help—help! ” Again and again the thrilling words burst from his throat, and as their echoes floated back to them from the forest, like a thousand mocking voices, Nathaniel grew hot with the sweat of horror. If he could only have added his own voice to those cries, shrieked out the words with Neil —joined even unavailingly in this last fight for life, it would not have been so bad. But he was helpless. He watched the desperation grow in his companion’s face as there came no response save the hunting echoes; even in the light of the stars he saw that face darken with its effort, the eyes fill with a mad light, and the throat strain against its choking thong. Gradually Neil’s voice became weaker. When he stopped to rest and listen his panting breath came to Nathaniel like the hissing of steam. Soon the echoes failed to come back from the forest, and Nathaniel fought like a crazed man’to free himself, jerking at the thongs that held him until his wrists were bleeding and the rawhide about his neck choked him. “No use!” he heard Neil say. “Better take it easy for a while, Nat!” Marion’s brother had turned toward him, his head thrown back against the stake, his face lifted to the sky. Nathaniel raised his own head, and found that he could breathe easier. For a long time his companion did not eak the silence. Mentally he began | counting off the seconds. It was past midnight—probably one o’clock. Daw" I came at half past two. the saa rose

an hour later. Three hours to live! ! Nathaniel lowered his head, and the rawhide tightened perceptibly at the movement. Neil was watching him. His face shone as white as the starlit sand. His mouth was partly open. “I’m devilish sorry—for you—Nat—” : he said. His words came with painful slowness.. There was a grating huskiness in his voice. “This damned rawhide—is pinching —my Adam’s apple— He smiled. His white teeth gleamed, his eyes laughed, and with a heart bursting with grief Nathaniel looked away from him. He had seen courage, but never like this, and deep down in his soul he prayed—prayed that death might come to him first, so that he might not have to look upon the agonies of this other, whose end would be ghastly in its fearless resignation. His own suffering had become excruciating. Sharp pains darted like red-hot needles through his limbs, his back tortured him, and his head ached as though a knife had cloven the base of his skull. Still —he could breathe By pressing his head against the post it was not difficult for him to fill his lungs with air. But the strength oi his limbs was leaving him. He no longer felt any sensation in his cramped feet. His knees were numb. A moaning, wordless cry broke through the cloth that gagged him. At the sound of that cry, faint, terrifying, with all the horror that might fill a human soul in its articulate note, a shudder of life passed into Neil’s body. Weakly he flung himself back stood poised for an instant against the stake, then fell again upon the dead!) throng. Twice —three times he made the effort, and failed. And to Na thaniel, staring wild-eyed and silent now, the spectacle was one that seemed to blast the very soul within him and send his blood in rushing tor rents of fire to his sickened brain Neil was dying! A fourth time he struggled back. A fifth —and he belt his ground. Even in that passing in stant something like a flash of his buoyant smile flickered in his face anc there came to Nathaniel’s ears like t throttled whisper —his name. “Nat—” And no more. The head fell forward again. And Nathaniel, turning his face away, saw something come up out of the shim mering sea, like a shadow before his blistering eyes, and as his own limbs went out from under him and he felt the strangling* death at his throat there came from that shadow a cry that seemed to snap his very heart strings—a piercing cry and (even in his half consciousness he recognized it) a woman’s cry! He flung himsell back, and for a moment he saw Neil struggling, the last spark of life ip him stirred by that same cry; and then across the white sand two figures flew madly toward them, and even as the hot film in his eyes grew thicker he knew that one of them was Marion and that the other was Winnsome Croche. His heart seemed to stop beating He strove to pull himself together but his head fell forward. Faintly as on a battlefield, voices came tc him, and when with a superhuman effort he straightened himself for an instant he saw that Neil was no longer at the stake but "was stretched on the sand, and of the two figures beside him one suddenly sprang to her feet and ran to him. And then Marion’s terror-filled face was close to hisown and Marion’s lips were moaning his name, and Marion’s hands were slash ing at the thongs that bound him When with a great sigh of joy he crumpled down upon the earth he knew that he was slipping off into ob livion with Marion’s arms about his neck, and with her lips pressing to his the sweet elixir of her love. Darkness enshrouded him but a few moments, when a dash of cool water brought him back into light. He felt himself lowered upon the sand and after a breath or two he twisted himself on his elbow and saw that Neil’s white face was held on Winnsome’s breast and that Marion was running up from the shore with more water. For a space she knelt beside her broth er, and then she hurried to him. Joy shone in her face. She fell upon her knees and drew his head in the hollow of her arm, crooning mad senseless words to him, and bathing his face with water, her eyes shining down upon him gloriously. Nathaniel reached up and touched her face, and she bowed her head until her hair smothered him in sweet gloom, and kissed him. He drew her lips to his own, and then she lowered him gently and stood up in the starlight, looking first at Neil and next down at him; and then she turned quickly back tc the sea. From down near the shore she called back some word, and with a shrill cry Winnsome followed her. Nathaniel struggled to his elbow, to his knees —staggered to his feet. He saw the boat drifting out into the night, and Winnsome standing alone at the water-edge, her sobbing cries of entreaty, of terror, following it unanswered. Ha tottered down toward her, gaining new strength at each step, but when he reached her the boat was no longer to be seen and Winnsome’s face was whiter than the sands under her feet. “She is gone—gone —” she moaned, stretching out her arms to him. “She is going—back to Strang!” And then, from far out in the white glory of the night, there came back to him the voice of the girl he loved: “Goodby—Goodby—” (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Only Way. Her Brother —What is the best way to >vin a woman’s loVe? His Sister—Her way, of course.

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Builder of Panama Railroad

Commodore Aspinwall’s Efficiency In Caring for Returning Gold Miners When One of His Steamers Was Stranded. In 1850, following the discovery of gold in California, Commodore William R. Aspinwall, Commodore Vanderbilt’s great rival in the waters about New York, retired from his great shipping firm and devoted all his time to building the Panama railroad, across the Isthmus of that name, and establishing steamship lines to connect it at Aspinwall (now Colon) from New York and at Panama for San Francisco. At enormous expense and great loss of life, Aspinwall completed his railroad in 1&55, and among the home-ward-hound gold seekers who had the distinction of being the first passengers carried eastward by the road was Mr. Dudley Jones, now a prominent resident of Little Rock, Ark., and the head of a large manufacturing corporation. “In the spring of 1855,” said Mr. Jones, recently, “I was a passenger from San Francisco to Panama on the big Aspinwall steamer Golden Gate — or was it Golden Age? There were eight hundred of us returning fortyniners, and a crew of one hundred men. We had a fairly good run down the coast and were about to turn north some two hundred miles below Panama when the ship, while passing between two islands, ran on the coral reef known as'Quibo Island. “■When the sidewheeler struck I was sleeping on the upper deck only a few feet from where Commodore Aspinwall and two or three of his old captains were standing admiring the scenery‘and the bright moonlight and speculating at what hour next morning we would reach Panama. Instantly; I was awake and saw everything that followed. “It was a critical moment. Had the Order been given to head for the mainland, the vessel would not have gqne her length before sinking into deep water, with the loss of most of her passengers. Whether Commodore Aspinwall or one of his captains gave the right order I don’t know, but while the big ship was seemingly rocking in her death throes, with clouds of steam pouring from her hatches, her nose was pushed by emergency means into the sandy beach which we could dimly see lying a few rods ahead, and in a twinkling a cable was made fast to one of the big trees fringing it. “By the time this had been done as

Odd Railroad Coincidences

Westinghouse Airbrake, Janney Coupler and Steel Rails All Were Introduced In America About the Same Time. “In my long career as a railway and business man I learned that whatever the emergency might be, however great the opportunity, there always came at the exact moment resources needed to meet the emergency or to grasp the opportunity,” said the late James D. Layng, who for many years was associated with prominent railways of the west —the Pittsburg, Ft. Wayne and Chicago, the Chicago and Northwestern, and the Big Four —in high official capacity. “I think, however, the most extraordinary demonstration of the truth of what I have Just said was that which occurred in or near Pittsburg at the time I was with the Pittsburg, Ft. Wayne and Chicago. "In 1849 I assisted in making the first survey for any railroad west of Pittsburg. So enormously had the railway development of the mid-west been between that time and 1868, the year of the three coincidences I have in mind, that it had become *apparent to all railway men that, unless there were some new inventions traffic would be congested, since railway equipment would not be sufficient to meet the demands made upon it. “We had Just been seriously concerned over the swift movement of trains between Pittsburg and Cincinnati —and especially because of an accident due to the inability of a railroad engineer to slow down a heavy freight train—when, one day, there called at my office a young man whom I knew, who said to me that he had an apparatus he had just perfected which would make it possible for a railroad engineer completely to control a train —to bring it to a stop within the limit of safety. "I «w*nd him to show me his apparatus. He did so, and I was given authority to test it upon a specially prepared train on the Panhandle between Pittsburg and Steubenville, O. That was the way George Westinghouse’s airbrake was introduced. “About that time —within a few months anyway—there also called upon me an apothecary whose home was tn Alexandria, Va. He told me that a railway accident had occurred near Alexandria which caused much > damage by reason of the fact that the

many of the passengers as could find standing room had rushed to the deck. The big boat gradually settled down at the stern until she rested on the bottom with a slight list to port. The gold dust was rushed to deck and piled in the bow. It was in very strong boxes, each about six inches wide and fifteen, inches long, and there was $4,000,000 worth of it. Later, two boats were sent out from the ship—one to the head of the island to intercept the outgoing steamer then about due, if she should happen to take the passage on the other side of the island, and the other with orders to proceed to Panama for aid unless it fell in with the outward bound steamer. “During the three days that passed before the big steamer Brother Jonathan hove in sight there were no regular meals —everyone was glad to eat what he could get. There was no cooking—no tables set. A place to spread a blanket was hard to find. The water, at high tide, invaded the upper cabins, and the lower, or second, cabin was flooded all the time. Wild animals were heard during the night tn the jungle. Parrots and paroquetts kept up a continual screaming. And all the while there was much anxiety as to what the commander of the Brother Jonathan would do if he were intercepted. Perhaps he would

Prophecy of Great Engineer

General Serrell Predicted Another Canal Would Be Built Across Isthmus of Panama Via the Blas Route. Gen. Edward Wellman Serrell, who died in 1906, was one of the great engineers of the United States. He was associated with some of the most importantand difficult engineering undertakings of the time between the early forties and 20 years after the Civil war. In the latter years of his life, which was much occupied with his pet project of building a ship canal across the Isthmus of Panama along what is called the San Blas route, which lay some miles nearer the South American continent than the Panama canal. He projected his canal from the Gulf of San Blas, on the Atlantic, to Pearl Island harbor, on the Pacific; and he claimed that it could be built at sea level and on a straight line, with no locks, less than 30 miles from ocean to

cars had clashed together and were telescoped, and he added that he had invented an apparatus which would make telescoping impossible. “It told him to show me this apparatus, and he did. I gave orders that it be adjusted to several cars and then be severely tested. In that way the Janney coupler, perfectly supplementing the air brake, was Introduced. “Yet again, about the same time, J. Edgar Thompson, president of the Pennsylvania, told me that he wanted me to test the new steel rail which was then being first manufactured in England. I decided to put ten miles of those steel rails upon a section of the Panhandle a few miles out of Pittsburg. We gave the rails an exhaustive test, and we decided that with a slight improvement they would make very heavy traffic possible. That Improvement was made and we began to equip our railroad with heavy English steel rails. “These three features of modern railway equipment —the air brake, the Janney coupler, and the steel rail — which have made heavy and safe traffic upon American railways possible, were all perfected, as I now remember, within a year, and were tested and adopted by the Panhandle, then by the Pennsylvania, and afterwards by every important railway in the United States. Some great prime cause was surely Inspiring Americans to meet a new and Imperative emergency, and I have never ceased to marvel at the results.” (Copyright, 1911, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) That Enigma, Man. And now women have changed in another respect, according to the London Daily Mirror. When a woman has other women to tea she no longer wastes her time discussing other women, but falls upon the task of discussing and dissecting her own husband. The guests take up the strain, and a comparison is instituted among the women as to the ways and habits, peculiarities and faults of the several husbands. Each woman exchanges with the others her pet theories as to how best to manage a husband and “get around him.” And so women are ceasing to gossip about each other, or even to care much about other women’s shortcomings, In the bigger and more Important consideration of that enigma, man.

carry us off the way we had come to Acapulco, or even to San Francisco. And perhaps we would have to wait till a steamer could be sent out from Panama to our relief. “Here is where the presence of Commodore Aspinwall stood us in good stead. As soon as the Brother Jonathan anchored at a safe distance from the reef we had struck, he ordered us to be taken aboard her. It was a rush order, and jt took nearly twelve hours of steady work on the part of both crews to transfer passengers, baggage and gold. It was just at dusk when the Brother Jonathan hoisted anchor and headed for Panama, to our intense relief and delight. “At Panama, the next morning, we were quickly disembarked. The tide being low, we were landed a quarter of a mile out on a coral reef and walked into the city. That night found us loaded in cars headed for Aspinwall, the first east-bound train to carry passengers on the Panama Railroad. The road was far from being finished. The tracks were slippery, the locomotive light, and it had to be helped by a lot of negro laborers pulling at long ropes. “I never saw Commodore Aspinwall after we left the wreck. Whether he stayed at Panama or went on with us to New York I do not know. And I never saw in any paper an account of our wreck or of the first east-bound passenger train’s trip across the Isthmus of Panama.” (Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.)

ocean, and not be costly. He was almost heart-broken when it became apparent to him that the government would decide in favor of the present Panama canal project. During a conversation that I had with Gen. Serrell in 1894, when discussion over the probable government canal across the Isthmus of Panama was attracting a great deal of attention, I asked the general how he had become interested in the construction of a canal along the San Blas route, in view of the fact that, about half way between the two oceans a great mountain stood exactly in the pathway of his projected canal “My belief in the feasibility of the San Blas route is due to two of my earlier experiences as an engineer,” was the reply. “In the first place, I was one of the engineers employed by Commodore ‘William Aspinwall to make a survey of the Panama railroad across the Isthmus of Panama so as to shorten the route between the Atlantic coast and San Francisco in California gold days. That experiment made me very familiar with the Isthmus; we went all over the San Blas route before deciding upon our final survey for the Panama railroad. “In the next place, my experience with the Hoosac tunnel, one of the most exciting experiences of my life, led me to realize how easily the San Blas route could be constructed in spite of the mountain that towers in its pathway near the center of the isthmus. “The state of Massachusetts had authorized the construction of a tunnel under the great Hoosac mountain. That meant tunneling through solid rock about four and three-quarters miles, and at the base of a mountain some 500 feet in height Tunneling at that time had not advanced so far as it has at present. The great problem with us was to be sure that the two borings, one for the west and the other from the east, would meet exactly at the center. “You can’t Imagine how exciting and apprehensive we were as the workmen from either end approached each other. At last one day the rocks were pierced from the east to the west, and the drills met with a deviation of only a little over an inch. That was spoken of at the time as a great triumph of tunnel engineering. "Now, I said to myself, when I came to study this canal problem,’ if we could cut the Hoosac tunnel so accurately as that, we could easily tunnel the San Blas mountain, although we might have to cut the tunnel a hundred feet wldq and a hundred and fifty feet high. That, sir, would be a simple question of draughting. But with that mountain tunneled in that way, any ship could pass through, we should have a perfect sea-level canal only 3C miles long, the mountain tunneling being only five miles, and good natural harbors at either end. “I suppose that if it had not been for my experience on the isthmus when surveying the Panama railroad, and my work as the engineer in charge of the Hoosac tunnel construction, I never should have thought of the San Blas interoceanic canal route. And I tell you,” the great engineer added emphatically (and who dares to deny prophetically?) “that if our government decides upon the Panama or the Nicaraguan route, the day will surely coffie in the next century when an interoceanic canal will be constructed by private capital via the San Blas route. And whenever that time comes, let the government canal look out for competition.” (Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. AU Rights Reserved.)

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