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row. _ "But Saxtorph. One night T‘d just got to sleep, when a couple of cats began :8 sing in the courtyard. It was out of bed and up . window, water jug in hand. But just then I heard the window of the next room go up. Two shots were fired, and the window was closed. I fail to impress Maweoic oo es : "There was old Johnny Simons â€" twentyâ€"six years on the raw edges of _ Melanesia, swore he knew the niggers like a book and that they‘d never do _ for him, and he passed out at Marovo ‘Lagoon, New Georgia, had his head sawed off by a black Mary (woman) and an old nigger with only one leg, having left the other leg in the mouth of a shark while diving for dynamited fish. : _ Whe black will never understand _ ‘the white, nor the white the black, as _ jong as black is black and white is _ yhite"‘ So said Captain Woodward. We sat in the parlor of Charley Robâ€" _ ‘ert‘s pub in Apia, drinking long Abâ€" _ dul Hammeds compounded and sharâ€" _ ed with us by the aforesaid Charley _ Roberts, who claimed the recipe diâ€" rect from Steevens, famous for hayâ€" . "Half the trouble.. is the stupidity of the whites," said Roberts, pausing â€" to take a swig from his glass and to eurse the Samoan barâ€"boy in affecâ€" “Rionate terms. "If the white man would lay himself out a bit to underâ€" â€" stand the workings of the black man‘s â€" mind, most of the messes would be â€" avoided." at Cape Little, four years afterward, that he jumped along with fifty Buku boys he had with him fishing becheâ€" deâ€"mer. In five minutes they were all dead, with the exception of three boys who got away in a canoe. ;@SS," I said. _ Captain _ Woodard broke into quiet laughter. His eyes had a remâ€" miscent gleam. _ ‘"I‘m just wondering what the nigâ€" gers of Malu thought and still must be thinking of the one inevitable white man we had on board when we visited them in the Duchess," he exâ€" plained. Roberts mixed thre more Abdul Hammeds. ‘"That was twenâ€" y years ago. Saxtorph was his aame. . He was certainly the most tupid man I ever saw, but he was in inevifable as death. There was nly one thing that chap could do, ind that was shoot. _ I remember the st time I ran into him â€" right here e Apia twenty years ago. That was efore your time, Roberts. I was leeping at Dutch Henry‘s hotel, down vhere the market is now. Ever heard f him? He made a tidy stake smugâ€" ling arms in to the rebels, sold out is hotel, and was killed in Sydney ust six weeks afterward in a saloon â€" ‘"Don‘t talk to me about underâ€" standing . the nigger. The white man‘s mission is to farm the world, and it‘s a big enough job cut out for him. What time has he got left to gnderstand niggers, anyway?" "Just so," said Roberts. ‘"And U Captain Woodward, short and _ squat, elderly, birned by forty years _ of tropic sun, and with the most beauâ€" _ tiful liquid brown eyes L ever saw in ‘ a man, spoke from a vast experience. The crissâ€"cross of scars on his bald _ pate bespoke a tomahawk â€" intimacy with the black, and of equal intimacy was the advertisement, front â€" and ‘ rear, on the right side of his neck where an arrow had at one time enâ€" tered and been pulled clean through. _ As he explained, he had been in a _ hurry on that occasion â€" tha arrow ‘ impeded his running â€" _ and he felt _ that he could not take the time to break off the head and pull out the shaft the way it had come in. At the â€" present moment he was commander ’fif the Savail, the big steamer that Mecruitedâ€"labor from the westward % the German plantations on Samâ€" â€" "T‘ve seen a few who claimed they understood niggers," : Captain Woodâ€" ward retorted, "and I always took notice that they were the first to be _ kaiâ€"kai‘d (eaten). Look at the misâ€" sionaries in New Guinea and the New Hebridesâ€"the martyr isle of Erroâ€" manga and all the rest. Look at the Austrian expedition that was cut to pieces in the Solmons,. in the bush of Guadalcanar. And look at the ".,traders themselves, with a score of years‘ experience, making their brag _that no nigger would ever get them, _ and whose heads to this day are ornaâ€" menting _the rafters. of the canoeâ€" houses. lge t "There was Billy Watts, horrible reputation as a niggerâ€"killer, a man o scare the devil. I remember lying it Cape Little, New Ireland, you know, when the niggers stole half a rase of trade tobaccoâ€"cost him about hree dollars and a half. In rétaliaâ€" tipgAh‘P~ turned out and shot six nigâ€" ers, smashed up their war canoes, ind burned two villages. And it was ogpehow it doesn‘t seem necessary, fter all, to understand the niggers. n direct proportion to the white an‘s stupidity is his success in farm. 1g the worldâ€"‘" ‘"And putting the fear of God inâ€" > the nigger‘s heart," Captain Foodward blurted out. ‘"Perhaps ou‘re right, Roberts. Perhaps it‘s is stupidity that makes him succeed, nd surely one phase of his stupidity i his inability to understand the nigâ€" ers. But there‘s one thing sure, the hite has to run the niggers, wheâ€" rer he understands them or not. It‘s Fes on a _ commodious , fiveâ€"ton tch. Whisper that thero‘s a goldâ€" ike at the North Pole, and that ko inevitabla whiteâ€"skinnedâ€" creaâ€" 11 set out at once, armed with ud shovel, a side of bacon, and test patent rocker â€" and what‘s re, he‘ll get there. Tip off to him it chere‘s diamonds on the redâ€"hot mparts of hell, and Mr. White Man 1 storm the ramparts and set old tan himself to pick and shovel rk. That‘s what comes of being pid and inevitable.‘" ‘But I wonder what the black man ist think of â€"theâ€"the inevitableâ€" §{x'g invented the Abdul Hammed at a time when he was spurred on by Nile thirstâ€"The Steevens who was responsible for "With Kitchener to Khartum," and who passed out at the siege of Ladysmith. vitable. It‘s fate." ‘And, of course, the white man is vitableâ€"it‘s the nigger‘s fate," berts ibroke in. ‘"‘Tell the white n there‘s pearlâ€"shell in some laâ€" )n infested by ten thousand howlâ€" cannibals, and ha‘ll head there by his lonely, with half a dozen naka divers and a tin alarm clock Lchronometer, all packed like sarâ€" omm dn The Inevitable White Man ‘"The rifleâ€"firing from the boats had ceased, and I made no doubt that they were finished off and that the end had come to everything. It was only a matter of moments when they would return for my head. They were evidently taking the heads from the sailors aft. Heads are valuable on Malaita, especially white heads. They have the place of honor in the "I can see it now, the waterâ€"tank, the mainmast, the gang hanging on to him, the hatchet descending on the back of his head, and all under the blazing sunlight. I was fascinated by that growing vision of death. The tomahawk seemed to take a horribly long time to come down. I saw it land, and the man‘s legs give under him as he crumpled. The niggers held him up by sheer strength while he was hacked a couple of times more. Then I got two more hacks on the head and decided that I was dead. So did the brute that was hacking me. I was too helpless to move, and I lay there and watched them removing the sentry‘s head. I must say they did it slick enough. They were old hands at the business. I struck the deck, I heari the devil‘s own tattoo of rifles from the hboats, and, twisting. sidewise, I caught a glimpse of the sailor who was standâ€" ing guard. Two big niggers were holding his arms, and a third nigger, from behind, was braining him with a tomahawk. I was just reaching for my pipe where I had laid it down,. when I heard a shot from shore. I straightâ€" ened up to look. Something struck me on the back of the head, partially stunning nie and knocking me to the deck. My first thought was that something had carried away aloft; but even as I went down and before "Four of the sailors, including Saxtorph, were scraping the poop rail. The fifth sailor, rifle in hand, was standing guard by the waterâ€" tank just for‘ard of the mainmast. I was for‘ard, putting in the finishing licks on a new jaw for the foreâ€"gaff. _â€"_‘"On the fourth day there came a change. Fiftyâ€"odd boys signed on and were billeted in the mainâ€"hold, with the freedom of the deck, of course. And, of course, looking back, this wholesale signing on was susâ€" picious, but at the time we thought some powerful chief had removed the bar against recruiting. The morning of the fifth day our two boats went ashore as usualâ€"one to cover the other, you know, in case of trouble. And, as usual, the fifty niggers on board were on deck, loaking, talking, smoking and sleeping. Saxtorph and myself, along with four other sailors, were all that were left on board. The two boats were manned with Gilbert islanders. In the one were the capâ€" tain, the supercargo, and the recruitâ€" er. In the other, which was the covâ€" ering boat and which lay off shore a hundred yards, was the second . mate. Both boats were well armed,. though trouble was little expected. _ imighty nervous anchorage; but we Ssade it all right and fired off our dynamite as a signal to theniggers to come down and be recruited. In three days we got not a boy. The niggers came off to us in their canoes by hundreds, but they only laughed when we showed them beads and calico and hatchets and talked of the delights of plantation work in Samoa. ‘"And now we begin to get the point. He had bad luck in the New Hebrides, only fourteen days for five weeks, andâ€"we ran up before the southeast for the Solomons. Malaita. then as now, was good recruiting ground, and we ran into Malu, on the northwestern corner. There‘s a Skore reef and an outer reef, and a "He was willing to learn all right, T‘ say that much. But he was conâ€" stitutionally unable to learn anyâ€" thing. He could no more box lhe compass that I could mix drinks like Roberts here. And as for steering, he gave me my first gray hairs. I never dared risk_him at the wheel when we were running in a big sea, while fullâ€" andâ€"by and closeâ€"andâ€"by were insolâ€" uble mysteries. Couldn‘t ever tell the difference between a sheet and a tackle, simply couldn‘t. The . foreâ€" throatâ€"jig and the jibâ€"jig were all one to him. Tell him to slack off the mainâ€"sheet, and before you knew it he‘d drop the peak. He feel overâ€" board three times, and he couldn‘t swim. ‘ But he was always cheerful. never seasick, and he was the most willing man I ever knew. He was an uncommunicative soul. Never talked about himself. His history. so far as we were concerned, began the day he signed on the Duchess. Where he learned to shoot, the stars alone can tell. He was a Yankeeâ€" that much we knew from the twang in his speech. And that was all we ever did know. "Two days afterward he came on board to see me. I was mate then on the Duchess, a whacking big oneâ€" hundredâ€"andâ€"fiftyâ€"ton schooner, _ a blackbirder. And let me tell you that blackbirders were blackbirders in those days. There weren‘t any Government inspectors and no Govâ€" ernment protection for us, either. It was rough work, give and take, if we were finished we were finished, and nothing said, ~and we S ran niggers from every south sea island they didn‘t kick us off from. Well, Saxâ€" torph came on board, John Saxtorph was the name he gave. He was a sandy little man, hair sandy, comâ€" plexion sandy, and eyes sandy, too. Nothing striking about him.â€" His soul was as neutral as his color scheme. He said he was strapped and wantâ€" ed to ship on board.. Would go cabinâ€" boy, cook, supercargo, or common sailor. Didn‘t know any of the billets, but said that he was willing to learn. I didn‘t want him, but his shooting had so impressed me that I took him as common sailor, wages three pound§ per month. 5 you with the celerity of the transâ€" action. Ten seconds at the outside. Up went the window, bang bang went the revolver, and down went the winâ€" dow. Whoever it was, he had neveéer stopped to see the effect of his shots. Heâ€"knew. Do you follow me? â€" he knew. There was no more catâ€"conâ€" cert,â€"and in the morning there lay the two offenders, stoneâ€"dead. It was marvellous to me. It still is marvelâ€" lous. First, it was starlight, and Saxtorph shot without drawing a bead; next, he shot so rapidly that the two reports were like a double report; and finally, he knew he had hit his marks without looking to see. By Jack London. I put Saxtorph and his graveyard gang to work heaving them overside, and over they went, the living and the dead. The sharks had fat pickâ€" was going to make a shift at steerâ€" ing. I can‘t guess how he did 1t, but instead of knocking the shackle out down went the second anchor, and there we were doubly maorad there we were doubly moored. ‘"In the end he managed to knock both shackles out and raise the stayâ€" sail and jib, and the Duchess filled away for the entrance. Our decks were a spectacle. Dead and dying niggers were everywhere. They were wedged away, some of them, in the most inconceivable places. The cabin was full of them where they had crawled off the deck and cashed in. ‘‘"When I came to, Saxtorph was sitting helplessly on the rail, waiting to ask me what he should do. I told him to overhaul the wounded and see if there were any able to crawl. He gathered together six. One, I rememâ€" ber, had a broken leg; but Saxtorph said his arms were all right. Ilay in the shade, brushing the flies off and directing operations, while Saxâ€" torph bossed his hospital gang. T‘ll be biessed if he didn‘t make those poor niggers heave at every rope on the pinâ€"rails before he found the halâ€" yards. One of them let go the rope in the midst of the hoisting and slipâ€" ped down to the deck dead; but Saxâ€" torph hammered the others and made them stick by the job. When the foreâ€" and main were up, I told him â€"to knock the shackle out of the anchorâ€" chain and let her go. I had had my~ self helped aft to the wheel, where I was helpless now that the shooting was over. Under my direction he washed out my scalp wounds Aand sewed them up. A big drink of whisâ€" key braced me to make an effort to get out. There was nothing else to do. All the rest were dead. We tried to get up sail, Saxtorph hoisting and I holding the turn. He was once more the stupid lubber. _ He couldn‘t hoist worth a cent, and when I fell in a faint it looked all up with us. "Saxtorph waited a while to make sure, and then came down on deck. He and I were all that were left of the Duchess‘s complement, and I was pretty well to the bad, while he "I thought everything was over then, when I heard the rifle go off again. A nigger had come out of the cabin companion on the run far the rail and gone down in the middle of it. The cabin must have been full of them. I counted twenty. They came up _one at a time and jumped for the rail. But they never got there. It reminded me of trapâ€"shootâ€" ing. A black body would pop out of the companion, bang would go Saxâ€" torph‘s rifle, and down would go the black body. Of course, those below did not know what was happening on deck, so they continued to pop out until the last one was finished off. did manage to thi the side in a r canoes, of course. let up. The water them, and plump, dropped his bullets single miss, and I tinctly the thud of buried in human f ‘"The niggers spro ‘"The niggers . ed for the shore _ ‘"I‘ve seen shooting and slaughter, but I never saw anything like that. I sat by the winch and watched the ishow. I was wea and faint, and it seemed to be all a dream. Bang, bang, bang, bang, went his rifle, and thud, thud, thud, thud, went the niggers to the deck. It was amazing to see them go down. After their first rush to get me when about a dozen had dropped, they seemed paralyzed; but he never left off pumping his gun. By this time canoes and the two boats arrived from shore, armed with Sniders and_ with Winchesters which they had captured in the boats. The fusillade they let loose on Saxtorph was tremendous. Luckily for him the niggers are only good at close range. They are not used to putting the guns to their shoulders. They wait until they are right on top of a man, and then they shoot from the hip. When his rifle got too hot, Saxtorph changed off. That had been his idea when he carried two rifles up with him. ‘"‘The astounding thing wasâ€" the rapidity of his fire. Also, he never made a miss. If every anything was inevitable, that man was. It was the swiftness of it that made the slaughâ€" ter so appalling. The niggers did not have time to think. When they did manage to think they went over the side in a rush, capsizing the canoes. of course. Saxtorph never "The leading nigger had armed himself with a cleaver from the galâ€" ley, and he grimaced like an ape as he prepared to slice me down. But the slice was never made. He went down on the deck all of a heap, and I saw the blood gush from his mouth. In a dim way I heard a rifle go off and continue to go off.â€" Nigger after nigger went down. My senses began to clear, and I noted that there was never a miss. Every time that rifle went off a nigger dropped. I sat down on deck beside the winch and looked up. Perched in the crossâ€" trees was Saxtorph. How he had managed it I can‘t imagine, for he had carried up with him two Winâ€" chesters and I don‘t know how many bandoliers of ammunition; and he was now doing the only thing in this world he was fitted to do. "I had a dim notion of escaping, and I crawled on hands and knees to the winch, where I managed to drag myself to my feet. From there I could look aft and see three heads on top of the cabinâ€"the heads of three sailors I had given orders to for months. The niggers saw me standâ€" ing, and started for me. I reached for my revolver, and found they had taken it. I can‘t say that I was scared. I‘ve been near to death several times, but it never seemed easier than right then. I was halfâ€"stunned, and nothing seemed to matter. canoeâ€"houses of the saltâ€"water naâ€" tives.. Whatiparticular decorative efâ€" fect the bushmen get out of them I don‘t know, but they prize them just as much as the saltâ€"water crowd. ble, that man es of it that appalling. ' of Ainonfamninantd right o1 shoot got too at had t loose on Luckily y good at t used to shoulders. _ did they : over g the never _ with p, he the never was is the n top from ) hot, been rifles Home is the best primary school in the world. % So it stayed and it grew till it filled the whole place, And owned Jim in the bargain, and brought him disgrace. Poor Jim: Other boys, too should keep a lookout For many Bad Habits go searching about. The machinery of a community needs the oil of charity to keep it running smoothly. "Ab, here‘s what I want," it remarked with & grin; "I can settle in peace, and grow into & Sin. Jim‘s life is so idle and empty, I see, That it‘s just the right home for an inmate like me." But Jim‘s door stood open, not far down the road; No crowd was about it, no bustle it showed; The hall was deserted, the study was bare, > And the habit stepped in with a satisâ€" fied air. "I might push my way in,‘" thought the Habit, "but then, Every corner is filled; I‘d be turned out again. & It‘s no use to hang round; this is no place for me:" And it went off as downcast as downâ€" cast could be. The place was too busy and crowded, you see, There was really no minute that seemed to be free; There were lessons and games, there were books to be read, And no time to be idle from breakfast to bed. A homeless Bad Habit went searching one day For a spot where it snugly could settle and stay; It hung round Fred‘s door for three hours by the clock, But never found courage to step up and knock. MR. JOHN G. KENT, a man of wealth and extensive business inâ€" terests, who has refused to accept any remuneration whatever for his services as General Manager of the Canadian National Exhibition, pre ferring to serve the public free of charge. He is President of the Toâ€" ronto Board of Trade and has been on the Exhibition Board since 1905, always showing a close interest in the work. He was President in 1912 13, the two best y«ars in the history of the institution. Mr. Kent is head of the Boy Scouts in Toronto and is identified with many philanthropic enterprises. Long and continued ilk ness has compelled Dr. Orr, Manager since 1903, to seek a long rest. "IT‘ll wager the wine you.don‘t," Roberts â€" challenged. "You‘ll die in the harness, not at home." Captain Woodward promptly acâ€" cepted the bet, but personally I think Charley Roberts has the best of it. Captain Woodward rubbed the crissâ€"crosses on his bald head. ‘"I‘ve done my share. of it,‘ he saids ‘"Forty years now. This â€" will be my last trip. Then I‘m going home to stay." "He drifted into sealâ€"hunting and became a crackerjack.. For six years he was high line on both the Vicâ€" toria and San Francisco fleets. The seventh year his schooner was seized in Bering Sea by a Russian cruiser, and all hands, so the talk went, were slammed into the Siberian salt mines. At least I‘ve never heard of him since." ‘Farming the world," Roberts muttered. "Farming the _ world! Well, here‘s to them. Somebody‘s got to do it â€" farm the world, I mean." m Charley Roberts emitted a long whistle, and said: "I had brain fever or something after we got clear of the land. The Duchess lay hoveâ€"to for three weeks, then I_Qulled myself together and we jogged on with her to Sydney. Anyâ€" way, those niggers of Malu learned the everlasting lesson that it is not good to monkey with a white man. In their cas“ Saxtorph was certainâ€" ly inevitabler"‘ ‘"Well, I should say so. But what ever became of Saxtorph?" "Our five prisoners I decided to use as crew, but they decided otherâ€" wise. They watched their opportunâ€" ity and went over the side. Saxtorph got two in midâ€"air with his revolver, and would have shot the other three in the water if I hadn‘t stopped him. I was sick of the slaughter, you see, and, besides, they‘d helped work the schooner out. But it â€"was mercy thrown away, for the sharks got the three of them. ings that day. Of course, our â€" We@ murdered sailors went the same, way. Their heads, however, we put in a sack with weights, .so that by no chance should they$drift on the beach and fall into the hands Of the nigâ€" gers. DECLINED $7,500 SALARY TO SERVE PUBLIC FREE m oo x Ni #~ y Thooe es ts Bs ‘<{ $ â€" s Ssan.. . oo : es mtc ce e onen s meste oee. . o e t x & ¢ oys z. s 8 y °C y 3 § y â€" ; &7 § . 7 > ? ‘ e o eren o ne. | se i3 ~ on e t & 3 : $3 _:.-:;:;:g;a:ss’;’:;g ‘\&g( : % @> e 3 > 4 E:E:S:E:::sfl:l::',..' 3 3. o n o ‘â€" in _ _ o : ecatnece en ~â€" ol e > xsl k _ es oi ~ . e _ ie _ oo n se _ o. â€" des 5_ is _ e o o : e ic ie > 1 5 y $ 2 sys s : A e e o | smm _ l : . Nesussnee ... 5 :2 x s i Mn t OA ,? se ‘é m aA * s Bs s L Melsncr ce .. oo Sn ebaners. is es oo m o .e e ie ce / ie ns im : mc‘ mss t mLas . in s .. e . Meoee (ar s i S e â€" se i / o e ie ... es e s : e es :s en . ‘{Me Mss o.? s e iL y 1 a e e }_%:\/ C o y 2 $ v/‘/fi'@/ ~ o CA oo ~ § e .. :/ ies 2o peteatie .. ... . S afenona PLACE record tratic of the Canadian Aus:â€" tralasian service, is one of the bright sides of this war. There are many points of common touchâ€"both are vast countries anxious for greater population and both are on the whole still mainly agricultural. The com:â€" parative absence of cabled news from Australia in Canadian papers is, howâ€" ever, a handicap against the knowâ€" ledgeâ€"of each other‘s social problems and progress, and Australian authors are as little known in Canada as Canadian writers are in the Antiâ€" podes. One poet of Australia is, however, making headway here and deseryves Mr. C. J. Dennis and his home in the bush at Tooiangi, Vietoria, N.S.W. HE dangers of the Mediterranean |to be even better knownâ€"so vivid a ; tion of the Canadian Pacific Railway T route between Australia and’picture does he give of the Ausâ€"|attracted men of all classes, some of England have induced a Iarge“ralian larrikin in the terse vernacuâ€"| which, such as Morley Roberts and number of Australians to pass lar of Adelaide "Doreen and the| Frederick Niven, have since made through Canada, who otherwise Sentimental Bloke," which in its| their mark in literature, so the buildâ€" might never have known this counâ€"|own country has run into the hunâ€" ing of the Australian railways proâ€" try, and have brought Australia into|dred thousands and has been put into| vided a job at one time of his career closer sympathy with the Dominion |a pocket edition for the soldiers in | for C. J. Dennis, who as a man handy than ever before. Canadians also |the trenches, threatens to rival even| with the axe and saw was able afterâ€" have learned to appreciate.the Anâ€"|Robert Service (who like himself| wards to draw pay as a carpenter. zacs, and the increasing trade beâ€" \owes much to Kipling) in the affecâ€"| His father was a retired sea captain tween these two junior partners of| tions of the Canadian reader, andlanda hotelkeeper with small appreciâ€" the British Empire, as shown in the| though "The Moods of Ginger Mick," |ation of poetry. At one of the rockiâ€" record traffic of the Canadian Ausâ€"| which has made a tremendous hit in est periods of his career the poet tralasian service, is one of the bright| Australia, has not yet been published | wired the publican "Send ten pounds, sides of this war. There are many|in this country, stray copies pass|going Broken Hill," to which his points of common touchâ€"both are from hand to Fand and are ereativ‘fathor ranlioA "Sandin> naihine on SUBSCRIBE FOR THE TIMES & GUIDE. A Poet From The Railway poet of Australia ; headway here â€" on and both are 0 inly agricultural. absence of cabled i in Canadian pap handicap against each other‘s soci: service, is this war. ‘common Dennis wrote "Doreen" in the bush at Toolangi, Victoria, in a log cabin which he built himself after he had grown tired of being a Government official and a newspaper editor. Just as the early days of construcâ€" a pocket edition for the soldiers in the trenches, threatens to rival even Robert Service (who like himself owes much to Kipling) in the affecâ€" tions of the Canadian reader, and though "The Moods of Ginger Mick," which has made a tremendous hit in Australia, has not yet been published in this country, stray copies pass from hand to hand and are greatly treasured. Ginger Mick is a peddler of rabbits who volunteersâ€" for the front and dies like a hero at Galliâ€" poli. Dennis‘ "Backblock Ballads," descriptive of the people of the Ausâ€" tralian busbh and the settled country districts. are classics.