Page 2 THE O. H. S. TIGER, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 28, 1923. SCOTTIE The sun beat down hot on thf jungle. Stifling vapors were rising from the tangled undergrowth. Long snake-like vines were hanging from the trees. Birds of gorgeous plum¬age were flying about noiselessly. Not a breath of air came to waive the giant fronds of the elephant ear. The jungle was taking its siesta. A troupe of small monkeys were swinging among the big vines. They seemed not to be inconvenienced by the heat. Sometimes they would form a long chain and hang down over a deep pool. The monkey on the end would proceed to prod a queen looking log with a sharp stick. The log would suddenly become animated and show itself to be an angry crocodile lashing the water to a froth with its tail, and gaping, and snapping at the monkeys. They would scream and chatter with de¬light and go back to their other play until the reptile quieted down again. At last getting tired of the sport, the whole troupe with one accord swung off in the direction of a native village that was near by. After about five minutes they reached the palisade that surrounded the village. A few women were working in the fields while the men lay dozing in the shade of the grass huts. Suddenly the monkeys heard a rustling of the thorn palisade, and from a small hole' in the side emerged a dog. He was a splendid specimen of a full grown dog. He had a beautiful glossy black coat. His head was finely shaped, he had a nose. His chest was deep and he had well muscled legs. He set out on a run through the densest part of the jungle. The dog ran for several hours steadily, without accident. But now it was growing late and the jungle was beginning to wake up. Now and then a lion would roar as it realized that it was dinner time. He ran on and on until it began to grow dark. There was now a perfect bedlam of sounds coming from the jungle. The air was filled with the coughing of lions and the screaming of leopards. As he passed he saw great snakes twining through the branches of the trees. Smaller snakes struck at him as he passed but he quickly dodged them and went on. At last he same to a small collection of houses as it growing dark. It was surrounded by a palisade of sharp pickets. This village was very different from the village of the fierce war¬like people that he had just left. This was a white man's village. It had a few neat gardens, and the houses were of wood. There were lights in these houses. Scottie seemed to know his way in this village. He bounded up the one street and stopped at the largest house. He scratched at the door and waited. Heavy footsteps sounded on the floor and a man of gigantic height opened the door. "Well!" he said in a booming voice, "look what's here! It's Royce's dog!" Another man who seemed a pygmy compared to the giant, yet he was six feet tall, came to the door. "Come in, doggie," he said, "Gee! when Royce sends his dog through the jungle to this place there's some¬thing rotten in Denmark! I wonder what has happened? If we—hello! what's this?" His keen eyes had caught sight of a rolled paper in the dog's collar. He reached down and took the paper and went over to the flickering oil lamp. The message said: "John All of the Zambesi tribes have rebelled. I am a prisoner here. Warn all the white settlements and get as many men as you can and defend Lusambo. They are going to attack Lusambo first and then sweep all of Congo. If you can beat them there it will break the uprising. I am to be killed tomorrow.^ Don't try to save me because I think it is impossible. Please take care of Scottie." The two men hurriedly made their plans and rushed outside. "Sam!" called the smaller man. "Yessir!" said a voice from the darkness. "Get all the men that are able and report here for orders." "Yessir"' said the man called Sam. He ran from house to house calling every man out. In five minutes he came back with twenty men. "Two men have fever," he reported. John told him the circumstanfces. "Jim and I are going to the village to get Bill Royce. We will trust you to quell the attackers of Lusam¬bo. Get all the men you can be¬tween here and Lusambo. Jim and I will take five men and rescue Bill." An hour later Jim the giant and John, with five picked men were on their way to the village where Royce was imprisoned. The dog went with them and was a great help in leading the way. They traveled for several hours without accident. The dog was growing excited. They were nearing the village. Then they could see the dim outline of the palisade in the half light, for it was morning and the sun was just about to come upv Scottie ran through the hole in the thorny wall that he had come out of and ran to a hut in the center of the village. The men outside heard a great commotion within and three savages went hurriedly out of the hut. There was a terrifying howl in there, and the men ran through the hole they had hacked in the wall and got to the hut just in time to see a savage breathing his last. His throat was torn. The vil¬lage suddenly woke up. Savages were running to get their weapons. Every time the white men saw one they shot him down. Inside the hut it was dark.but one of them lighted it with a flashlight. Their eyes met those of Royce. Jim went over to him and unbound him. While Royce was getting the circulation back in his limbs, the other men mowed down the array of savages that were advancing on them. With that the savages broke for cover, and now and then a spear would light near them. When Royce was ready they planned their return. Big Jim said, "You all go on ahead and I'll fix ^m." He took from his pocket two hand-grenades, the kind that were used in the war. The men started back for the hole in the Wctll, Jim bringing up in the rear. Scottie lingered in the hut, sniffing at a certain part of the wall. Then he sidled over to a dark corner and waited. There was a rustling at the wall and a savage armed with a high powered rifle wriggled through a hole he had cut. He went to the door and aimed at one of the men. Scottie gathered himself for a spring. The negro's fiinger tightened on the trigger when the dog landed on his back. The man screamed, the bullet from the riflle hummed over Royce's head, and the savage fell to the ground outside of the hut with Scot- tie tearing his throat, He left the man dead, and ran to his master's side. The savages gave frightful yells and charged. They were bunched together as they ran, throwing spears and brandishing war clubs. Big Jim turned suddenly and threw a grenade. It lit right in the midst of them. The earth seemed to lift up in the air and they heard a loud detonation. There was a big cloud of dust where the natives had been. When the dust cleared away there was a big hole in the ground and three maimed sav-ages dragged themselves painfully away. The white men ran on. "Stop!" suddenly called big Jim. The men stopped, wondering. Big Jim took out his remaining grenade, pulled the pin out of it, and hurled it through the hole in the wall. There was another explosion, and twenty yards of the wall fell down. The grenade had annihilated a crowd of savages in ambush outside of the wall. All this time the other men had kept up a steady fire with pistols. They went through the big gap in the wall, and started for Lusambo. Fifteen hours later they were in conversation with Sam. "We sure did lick 'em!" said Sam enthusiastically, and he told how they had caught the attacking sav¬ages by surprise and forever quelled the rebellion. "Say," said John to Royce, "how much do you want for your dog? I'll give you a thousand for him." "No you won't," said Royce. "Two thousand," said John. "Go to !" laughed Royce. —Andrew Morley, '24. —O-H-S— THE UNWRITTEN LAW "This even-handed justice commands the ingredients of our poison'd chalice to our own lips." That is the great unwritten law of compensation; that "inevitable dual¬ism" which "bisects nature." Every secret will some time come to light, and crime will find its just punish¬ment. Selfish motives form the basis of all crimes. Every wrong is com¬mitted with the hope of some gain of pleasure, wealth or prestige. Even though a man may reach the highest pinnacle of glory if he has attained his station unjustly the fear if dis¬covery, the everlasting fire of con¬science, is forever tromenting him, till his very soul is scorched with its fury and turning he reels into the dark abyss of disgrace. At first he only success, fame, pleasure. Then he saw crime, enticing, inviting, beckoning. He did not know that it came hand in hand with punishment; that the two are as inseparable as light and shadow. Both history and fiction portray the sinner and his punishment. Ancient Rome was a beautiful city but its citizens were pleasure seek¬ers. Their lives were spent in feast¬ing, dancing and drinking. When the barbarians came down from the north they easily captured the magnificent city with its marvelous temples and works of art because its entire population was intoxicated. So Rome learned too late that "the dice of God are always loaded." In George Eliat's "Silas Marner" it was very simple for Dunstan Cass to steal Marner's money. To him it seemed easy to separate the deed from the consequences. There he was the very money in his hands but fate had decreed that he should never use it. The night was dark, the weather rainy, he slipped, fell into the stone pit and met death, the bags of gold in his hands. That was all, and yet his life represents crime and its retribution which may be traced through all humanity. 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