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WHEN PA
rs WAS
When pa was my ag-e he was glad
To do just as they told him;
He never made his parents sad,
They never had to scold him;
He never, never disobeyed.
Nor punched his little brother,
An<l day and night he always made
Things pleasant for his mother.
When pa was my age he would clean
His shoes when they were muddy;
He never thought his folks were mean
Because they made him study;
He always tried his best to be
For goodness celebrated.
And he was praisec by all—but, gee!
How pa’s degenerated!
PASSING THOUGHTS
The giver is always cheerful when
there is a crowd.
A doctor never is ill and a lawyer
never sues anybody.
Most of us will believe a lie and in
sist on proof of the truth.
A reformer always seems to be dis
appointed when his reform is adopted.
Before you begin worrying about
something today remember what you
worried about yesterday.
Some folks have a skeleton in the
closet, but have judgment enough to
use it for a clothes hanger.
The man who raises bantam chick-
would question your sanity if you
raised a herd of pet elephants.
As soon as a man begins to make
money he commences to talk about
the advancement of civilization.
Think of an egg staying in cold
storage for years and years wonder
ing if it will finish as an omelette or
a custard.
When a henpecked man goes to
heaven he must be always worrying
about the day when his wife will ar
rive on the scene.
An optimist is a man who tells you
how much worse luck you might have
had: a pessim si is a man who tells
you how much worse luck he has.
For little boys a lie is a "story,”
for older people it is a “falsehood,”
for politicians it is a “roorback,” and
for dignified folk it is a “misapplica
tion of the facts” —but it is just as
big a lie all the time.
V/inter Sonnet.
A stream is rippling through a valley
where
It rippled twenty thousand years
ago,
And probably wh«n it began to flow
Some pebbles it is washing now were
there,
And doubtless, as the stream ran past
the fair
Green stretches to the greater
stream below
It gladdened some one who, with
cheeks aglow,
Sat by its shore, a stranger to all
care.
But what care I if others by the
stream
Once listened to the tinkling tune It
made,
Or gladly sat and saw the pebbles
gleam,
Or watched the shadows that across
it played?
I sit in easy comfort, warmed by
steam,
And dictate to a girl who is a dream.
His Trouble.
"Cholly Lallypop has been in very
poor health recently, I hear.”
“Indeed? What has been the mat
ter with him?”
“He says the doctors tell him he has
too much acid in his system.”
“Oh. I suppose that is one of the
results of the large supply of lemons
that are handed to him.”
Particulars.
“Yes,” said the clerk, as he dipped
his pen in the ink and prepared to fill
out the blank. “Your name, please.”
“Amelia Whip pie ton.”
“Nationality?”
“American.”
“Married or unmarried?”
“Both —twice.”
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“CAPE-TO-CAIRO”
GROGAN
BY W. ROBERT FORAN
(Copyright, by Ridgway Co.)
T IS in true keeping with I
BgM the spirit of Africa that
ffir ; ' 7 itW first white man to
WA make the journey through
ft.vL JM its center from south to
north should have been
|fk a mere youth in years.
fJatiggJU Africa is today, and has
*■" been in the past, re
claimed for civilization almost entire
ly by men in their early twer' i. It
is the land of golden oppor,' r .ty for
youth.
Captain Ewart Scott Grogan made
his remarkable journey when Still a
Cambridge university undergraduate.
It was his way of spending a vacation
and, if we are to believe popular
rumor, also his -way of winning a
very charming and beautiful wife. 1
have heard it said that Grogan was
told by the lady who is now his wife
that before she would consent to mar
ry him he must come to her having
done that which no other man had
been able to accomplish. And out of
this romantic dare grew a remarkable
achievement.
It seems only fitting that a woman
should be the guiding spirit of such
an undertaking. Men will attempt
much for the love of a woman. His
tory alone proves this. And in har
mony with the spirit of the great ad
venture, the little weather-battered
British flag, which Grogan carried
throughout his journey, was accepted
’by her late Majesty Queen Victoria.
I met Grogan for the first time in
Nairobi, British East Africa, early in
1904 —that is to say, some six years
after his historic- -tramp through the
“Dark Continent.” He is a tall, clean
cut English gentleman, remarkably
handsome and with dark hair and
clean-shaven face. He is fully six
feet high and splendidly proportioned.
He does not look the part of the great
explorer. Had I not known otherwise,
I should have set him down as an
English country squire—a gentleman
without a doubt, but scarcely a tamer
of the wilds.
I.ater I got to know him well, fof
he has taken up land in East Africa
and interested himself in the develop
ment of the country. He has built a
fine stone house on a lovely knoll
overlooking Nairobi, and here he now
lives with his wife and family.
Grogan first saw Africa during the
Matabele war. Rhodesia was then
young. The railway had only reached
Mafeking, and his experiences during
this initial venture were not such as
to leave him with any keen desire to
repeat the experiment. But the un
quenchable spirit of the veldt was up
on him, and in comfortable England
these trials sank into the misty obli
vion of the past; so that in a short
twelve months he again started out
for Africa’s inhospitable shores. But
this time his purpose was inspired by
the wish to conquer Africa in a new
way.
The Stupendous Undertaking.
Accompanied by Arthur Henry
.fiiarp, Grogan landed, in the end of
February, 1898, at Beira, a port of
Portuguese East Africa, and set out
to march from Rhodesia to Cairo, via
the Zambesi, Chiperone, Lake Nyassa,
Karonga. Tanganyika, Dusisi Valley,
.Albert Edward Lake, Katwe, Toro,
Mboga, Semiliki Valley, Albert Nyan
za. Upper Nile, Wadelai, Kero, Abu-
Kuka. Bohr, Dinkaland, Nuerland, the
Sobat River, and thence to Cairo by
way of Khartum.
On glancing at the map of Africa
you will realize in part what a stu
pendous undertaking this was. It is
civilization which has made such rapid
progress through the hinterland, but
w-hat must it have been in those early
days, sans railway, sans steamer, sans
food, sans comfort? Moreover, re
member that not only had they to
face dangers innumerable from wild
animals, but also from the natives,
who had not yet come to accept the
power and majesty of the white pres
ence. Sickness, hardships, terrors, all
these had to be faced and overcome.
The Journey to Karonga was less
exciting than the later stages. It con
sisted of nothing more difficult than
close calls with lions, buffalo and
rhinoceri. «
At Ujiji, which is the historic point
of Stanley’s meeting with Livingstone,
they found on the foreshore a grue
some array of grinning skulls, relics
of the days of Arab predominance, to
remind all travelers that Ujiji was
once the heart of the great slave
raiding ulcer of the past.
Bluffing the Natives.
They had made up their minds to
take the perilous and unknown route
to Uganda via Lake Kivu, and with
one hundred and fifty native follow
ers and an escort of six totally inex
perienced natives with old rifles they
set out on the adventurous second
stage of the great journey.
For days and days after leaving
Ujiji they had to travel along the
shingle of a small lake. Often they
had to wade up to their middles in
the water to avoid the mimosa thorn
trees, which made a passage by land
impossible. As the lake was swarm
ing with huge crocodiles, this made
the going full of excitement. Added
to their other worries, fever reduced
them to a pitiable plight. Grogan’s
temperature went up to 106.9 degrees
and left him so weak that he could
scarcely walk. But before reaching
Usambara, the escort, such as it was,
and their cook bolted, leaving their
rifles and bayonets on the path. Gro
gan secured a fresh crew for their
canoe and gave chase to the fugi
tives, but nothing was seen or heard
of them again.
At Usambara they were nursed
back to partial good health by the
German official in charge, and then
set out for the Rusisi Valley. After
many trying experiences they eventu
ally reached the Lake Kivu district.
Grogan had been warned by a Ger
man doctor at ishangi of the thieving
propensities of the light-fingered Wa
ruanda people, who inhabit this ter
ritory. One morning he -found that
they had entered his tent at night and
stolen a tin box as well as other
things, such as instruments, money,
clothes, valuable papers and photo
graphs.
He summoned the local chief, Ngen
zi, and asked him what he intended
to do about it. The chief tried to
bluff; but he had mistaken his man,
for Grogan promptly clapped him in
irons and put him in a tent under a
strong guard, with an ultimatum that
unless the stolen goods were forth
coming at once there would be trou
ble. The old chief finally produced
some of the clothes.
Grogan left Sharp in charge of the
camp, w’hich they had placed in a
state of defense, and, armed with a
revolver and an old French cutlass,
set out to the chief’s village. He was
accompanied by two of his native fol
lowers armed with rifles. His bluff
came off and he was able to drive off
all of Ngenzi’s cattle without firing a
shot! The natlves-made a few tenta
tive rushes at him, but they were re
pulsed by the simple expedient of
waving the cutlass in the air.
At least five thousand men sat on
the hilltops and watched three men
with a joint armament of a revolver,
cutlass and two rifles drive off two
hundred head of cattle! Such were
the terrible Waruanda people, whose
reputation had spread far and wide,
and whose country had been left alone
by the Germans for fear of their mili
tary organization.
Shortly after this Grogan experi
enced considerable trouble with his
native followers. One day he found
them preparing to desert, and fully
thirty were already moving out from
the camp when Grogan realized their
Intentions. It was a critical moment.
If the camp broke up, the expedition
would be inevitably massacred by the
Ruanda.
Grogan took his rifle and dashed
after them in pursuit, accompanied
by his two Watonga natives, while
Sharp, revolver in one hand and rifle
in the other, threatened to shoot the
first man who moved. Rushing over
a ridge, Grogan saw the ringleader,
one of the worst of his villainous fol
lowers and the originator of the idea
of desertion, leading about two hun
dred yards away. Grogan fired at
him, just as he turned the corner of
the hill, fully intending to drop him.
The bullet removed the man’s cap.
Down he dropped in the grass, and
the whole thirty followed suit.
After a few more shots in the air,
to keep up their anxiety, Grogan sent
out a head man to order their imme
diate return to camp. They obeyed,
and the situation was saved. Their
bluff had been outbluffed, and with
ringing cheers men returned to
their fires to jabber and howl with
laughter far into the night. From
discontent to merry laughter is but a
momentary transition with the Af
rican.
Eventually Grogan parted company
for the time being with Sharp and
decided to travel through the Mus
hari country, which was known to be
inhabited by ruthless cannibals.
The Nightmare of Horrors.
On reaching the Mushari country,
Grogan encountered numbers of na
tives coming back from the interior
of the territory. They proved to be
refugees from the Baleka, a tribe of
cannibals from the Congo, who were
raiding the Mushari country. They
told Grogan that those of them who
had survived were living in the for
est, and that great numbers were
dying every day of hunger. On the
next day he came across dead bodies
lining every path, showing that the
tales he had just heard were only too
true.
All the paths up the hills that led
to the uplands of Mushari were lined
with grain and torn skins, relics of
those unfortunate natives who had
been caught by the Baleka; and dried
pools of blood, gaunt skeletons, grin
ning skulls and trampled grass told
a truly African tale. On arriving at
the top of the ridge distant howls in
formed the party that they had been
observed, silhouetted as they were
against the skyline.
Strings of blacks, brandishing
spears and howling at the expected
feast, came running down from a
neighboring hill. The diabolical noise
of the onrushing natives decided Gro
gan that the situation was serious.
His native guide naively told him, in
response to inquiries:
“They are coming to eat us.”
Accordingly, Grogan kept quiet be
hind a clump of grass until they were
quite close and there was no further
doubt of their intentions. Then he
opened fire upon them with his light
rifle and they disappeared like rab
bits into the standing crops.
Grogan hurried on to the huts from
which he had seen these people come;
but they were too quick for him, and
fled. A cloud of vultures hovering
over the spot gave him an inkling of
what he was about to see, but, as Gro
gan told me,'the realization defied de
scription. He cannot speak of the
awful events even to this day with
out a shudder; it haunts him in his
dreams; at dinner it sits on his leg-of
mutton; it bubbles in his soup —in
fine, even the Watonga followers of
Grogan went forty-eight hours with
out food rather than eat the potatoes
that grew in that country! And ne
groes have not delicate stomachs.
Loathsome, revolting, it was a hide
ous nightmare of horrors.
Every village had been burned to
the ground, and in every direction lay
skeletons, nothing but skeletons; and
such postures—what tales of horror
they told!
Kishari, a beautiful and w’ell-wa
tered country, had been converted into
a howling wilderness. Kameronse
had suffered to the same extent.
Thus a tract of country fully three
thousand square miles in extent had
been depopulated and devastated.
Grogan estimates that barely two per
cent, of tile inhabitants had survived
the massacre and famine. In Kishari
and Kameronse he did not see a sin
gle soul.
After this followed two of the worst
days in Grogan’s life. Rapid move
ments alone could save him and his
party from utter annihilation, and
they traveled from sunrise to sunset,
camping in patches of forest, and con
cealing their route by leaving the
paths and forcing their way through
the grass. Mummies, skulls, limbs,
putrefying carcasses, washing to and
fro in every limpid stream, marked
the course of the fiendish horde of
Baleka. An insufferable stench filled
the land, concentrating round every,
defiled homestead.
Fear of being rushed at night made
sleep well-nigh impossible, tired as
they were. The country was exceed
ingly beautiful. Wild stretches of un
dulating hills, streaked with forest and
drained by a hundred streams, each
with its cargo of bloated corpses,
made a terrible combination ofi-heaven
and hell. Grogan says that, seeing
all these things, he wondered whether
there were a God. Flights of gor
geous butterflies floated here and
there, and, settling on the gruesome
relics, gave a finishing touch to the
horrors of the land.
In Kameronse, in skirting along a
large papyrus swamp, they came
across fresh spoor of natives. Grogan
had only just seized his gun, when a
woman, a girl and two small boys ap
peared. These his followers captured,
and the woman offered to lead them
to her relatives. Grogan followed
cautiously in her wake, the way lead
ing through very tail grass. As he
turned a corner, the guide flashed
past him, and Grogan found himself
confronting a dozen gentlemen of an
thropophagic proclivities on supper in
tent!
The unexpected appearance of a
white man checked their rush, and
doging a spear, he got his chance and
dropped one of the Baleka with a shot
through his heart. The others turned
and fled, with Grogan and his men in
hot pursuit. In the cannibals’ camp
♦hey found the remains of two unfor
tunate natives, captured the day be
fore, stewing in cooking pots. Every
where there were the same gruesome
relics.
The Journey With a Madman.
After reaching Bugoie, Grogan
joined forces again with Sharp and
traveled to Uganda with him. But at
Toro, Sharp was forced to leave the
expedition and return to England on
account of urgent private affairs.
Grogan decided to continue his jour
ney down the Nile alone.
Skirting Mount Ruwenzori, he
struck out for the Semiliki valley,
which is the true source of the Nile.
His adventures on his march to Kero
in the Lado Enclave of the Congo, o
say the least of it; were excttiLg.
Everywhere he had to overcome diffi
culties which might appear insur
mountable to most. At times he had
to bluff the unruly natives and so
save the lives of himself and his few
native followers; and other adven
tures by the score made up the pro
gram of almost every day’s progress.
At Kero the Belgian official in
charge offered Grogan a passage in a
whale boat down the Nile to Bohr.
He set out in company with an old
Egyptian Dervish prisoner with a
broken leg, one small boy, a Dinka
native, a mad criminal in chains, a
dozen Belgian native soldiers and
sundry other nondescripts. It was no
easy trip to make, for the Dervishes
had been suppressed for only a year,
and the river was not so easy of navi
gation in those days as it is now.
It is bad enough now, in all con
science, when one travels in comfor
table mail steamers, but in those days
such vessels were an unknown quan
tity. Finally they reached Bohr, after
many hardships.
With a total following of fourteen
natives, which total included the
criminal lunatic, Grogan set out from
Bohr to march overland across the
arid desert wastes to the Sobat. It is
a God-forsaken, dry-sucked, fly-blown
wilderness, this Upper Nile country;
a desolation of desolations, an in
fernal region, a howling waste of
weed, mosquitoes, flies and fever,
backed by a groaning waste of thorns
and stones —waterless and water
logged! But still this Cambridge un
dergraduate. this youth of dauntless
courage .held onward, determined to
complete the task he had set himself
to accomplish or die in the attempt,
i And he came mighty near dying many
times on that horrible march. As
he himself says, the man who has once
walked through this country can have
no fear of the hereafter.
The Fight With the Dinkas.
The very first day Grogan camped
among the Dinkas he was visited by
at least a thousand natives, but with
the exception of one or two small
fracases with.the servants they were
well-behaved. But on the second day
fully fifteen hundred arrived at the
camp and became very obstreperous.
Grogan ordered them away from the
camp and had to hustle some of them
pretty roughly.
One of them turned on him and he
had to knock him down. Then one
young blood danced a dangerous war
dance, brandishing his spear round
one of the armed escort, until Gro
gan took the spear from him and
broke it. Grogan had to spend the
rest of the afternoon with his hand
on his revolver, momentarily expect
ing a general emeute, when no doubt
things would have gone badly with
him. They behaved after this and
finally made off to their villages and
left the party in peace.
A week later they experienced more
trouble from the Dinkas, and this
time it was of more serious propor
tions. Fully a hundred of them per
sisted in following Grogan's little
party on the march and annoying
them. Grogan turned to drive them
off, when his followers were seized
with a sudden panic and threw down
their loads and ran toward Grogan,
calling out that they were lost.
The Dinkas thereupon killed one of
the soldiers, and two more had their
skulls cracked. Grogan shot the chief
and another man with his double-bar
rel rifle; then turning round, he found
his servant had bolted with his re
volver. At the same moment a Dinka
hurled his spear at him, he dodged it,
but the man rushed in with a club
and dealt a swinging blow at his head
which was warded off with no more
damage than a wholesome bruise on
the arm.
Grogan poked his empty gun at his
stomach, and the native turned, re
ceiving a second afterward a dum
dum bullet in the small of his back.
Then the Dinkas broke and ran, Gro
gan's army of eight guns having suc
ceeded in firing two shots.
After dressing the w’ounds of two
soldiers, who, with the trifling excep
tion of two gaping holes in their
heads, seemed little the worse for
their experience, they all hurried on.
with the Dinkas following until night
fall out of range of Grogan's rifle.
On to Cairo.
Finally they managed to win their
way through to the Sobat, where Gro
gan met Captain Dunn of the Egyp
tian aw~\y. It was a lucky meeting
for Gr l an, for all his followers were
sick; / eat was non-existent and all
the J n was exhausted; and as a
final - . imax to Grogan's sufferings,
his hands had begun to turn black on
account of long lack of vegetable diet.
The meeting between these two men
w'/S characteristic of the British sto
ical dislike for displays of emotion.
“How do you do?" remarked Dunn
casually, as he advanced with out
stretched hand.
“Oh, pretty fit, thanks; how are
you? Had any good sport?” replied
Grogan calmly.
“Oh, pretty fair, but there's not
much here. Have a drink? You must
be hungry; I’ll hurry up lunch. See
any elephant? Had any shooting?"
Dunn asked as he led the way to his
tent.
This after traveling six hundred
miles, across swamps and deserts —
and then such a greeting! Verily the
British are a strange people, quick to
hide their feelings. It was only after
they had washed, lunched and dis
cussed the latest news of the Boer
war that Dunn thought to ask his
guest who he was and where he had
come from.
Gradually Grogan made his way
down the Nile by gunboat to Khartum,
incidentally dropping the first trans
continental mail bag at Fashoda.
which he had carried with him
throughout his entire journey. Ev
erywhere he was hailed with a hearty
welcome —-everwhere as “The Tourist
from the South.”
On arrival at Cairo he once more
stood in the roar of the multitudes
after fourteen months spent in the
heart of Africa. Here he was again
in the prosaic land of certainty and re
spectability. But he had won in those
long fourteen months never-ending
fame as the first white man to trav
erse Africa from south to north.
Surely, as he looks back through the
vista of years, he will be proud of
such an achievement, for he has full
reason to be.
For the rest of his life Grogan will
have the prefix “Cape-to-Cairo” tacked
on to his name. Not even death can
rob him of his proud title.
After traveling through America,
Australasia, and Argentina, Grogan
has gone back to live once more in
Central Africa. He has tasted of the
waters of the Nile, and, as the Arab
saying goes, “He who drinks once of
the waters of the Nile, will return to
drink again thereof.” And, after all,
can one blame any one for re
turning to the country where he can
stretch himself in generous emulation,
find his apportioned level, and hum
bly worship at the shrine of creation;
where the night wind sighs to the
grazing herds of wild game; where
one’s thoughts soar to the plaintive
wail of the fish eagle, and one’s heart
throbs in unison with the vast sob-sob
of the grandest of all beasts, that
mighty sound that is the very spirit
of the veldt, the great untrammeled
field of Nature?
For here alone one is free from all
carking cares, pettiness, hypocrisy
and cant.
ALMOST GOT
PAST^GOING
Miss Duff Writes Interesting State
ment For Publication in the
Behalf of Women.
Webster Springs, W. Va. —In an In
teresting letter from this place, Miss
Agnes Duff says; “I had been afflicted
with womanly trouble for three years,
and felt weak all the time.
My back and sides ached so, I al
most got past going.
I had used a great many different
kinds of remedies, but they failed to
do me any good.
I had heard of Cardui, the woman’s
tonic, and decided to try it. When I
had used the third bottle of Cardui, I
felt like a new person entirely. ’ I
gained both in health and weight.
I praise Cardui for my recovery and
good health, and I feel sure it will do
the same for others, as it has me, if
they will only give it a trial.”
The above letter is an earnest, frank
statement of Miss Duff’s opinion of
Cardui. She has confidence in it, be
cause it relieved her, after many dif
ferent kinds of other remedies had
failed, and she believes it will help
you, just as it did her, if you will give
it a fair trial.
We join Miss Duff in urging you to
give Cardui a trial. It cannot harm
you, and, judging from the experience
of thousands of others, is almost sure
to do you good.
N. B.— Write to: Chattanooga Medicine Co.,
Ladies’ Advisory Dept., Chattanooga. Tenn., for
Sterial Instructions on your case and 64-page book,
“Home Treatment for Women,” sent in plain
wrapper. Adv.
SPITEFUL.
M
i itm r*
Beatrice —Kitty’s trousseau will fill
17 trunks.
Lillian —The poor girl. Jack hasn’t
money enough to pay overweight
charges on more than two.
SCURF ON BABY’S HEAD
Campbell, Va.—“l used Cuticura
Soap and Ointment for scurf on my
baby’s head and they made a complete
cure. It came on her head soon
birth. It broke out in pimples /and
itched and she would scratch it and
cause sores to form. Her head was
very sore and her hair fell out in.
i bunches. She was very cross and fret
ful and could not. sleep at night. I
tried many remedies, all failed, then I
tried Cuticura Soap and Ointment and
they commenced to heal at once. I
put the Cuticura Ointment on, and a
half hour after washed her head with
the Cuticura Soap. I used them a
month and she was cured entirely.”
(Signed) Mrs. W. B. McMullen, Mar.
8, 1912.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free with 32-p. Skin Book. Address
post-card “Cuticura, Dept, L, BoBton.”
Adv.
Infantile Paralysis.
The horrors of infantile paralysis
will not be alleviated by the note of
Dr. Simon Flexner and two associates,
appearing in the Journal of the Amer
ican Medical Association, that the
healthy parents of patients may be
carriers of the disease. Dr. Flexner
reports that -washings from the naso
pharynx of the parents of a child suf
fering from an acute attack were
inoculated on October 28 last in a
monkey, the Macacus cynomolgus;
“Recovery from the anesthetic was
prompt and the animal remained W'ell
until November 11, when it was noted
to be excitable and to drag the right
leg. The left leg proved to be weak.
November 12 the right leg was defi
nitely flaccid.”
Two days later portions of the spi
nal cord and medulla “showed typical
lesions of experimental poliomyelitis.”
Irreclaimable Skeptic.
How big an income should a young
man have before he is justified in get
ting married? This question is asked
in various departments of the Sunday
papers at various seasons of the year,
and it is variously answered. Condi
tions change and domestic happiness
changes with the conditions.
The best answer we remember to
have heard was given by a synical
bachelor and skeptic last week. This
person was in the newspaper office
when the woman editor opened her
mail and read forth this question:
“Could a young couple be happy on
?900 a year?”
“Sure they could," answered the
skeptic eagerly. “They couldn't live
together on it.”
Medical Humor.
Patient —I'm troubled with boils off
and on, doctor. What would you ad
vise ?
Doctor-Well, I shouldn't let those
that are off trouble me.