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But the mate had scoffed, while
Prescott pressed his ear against a crack
in the wall. "Pooh, never mind that
fellow, he's perfectly harmless. Those
wireless guys don't know anything, ex-
cept sparks and dots and dashes. I'll
take the wheel at ten or when it gets
good and dark, and you have the boat
ready. When you signal I'll lash the
wheel and head her for the shoals. After
that we'll strike out for land. It's only
twenty miles east, and then we'll hit for
South America or Alaska. Easy as fall-
ing off a log, I call it."
The captain had aquiesced, "Sure
that'll be fine, I'm expecting foggy wea-
ther in a few days and then we'll turn
the trick. You see that the wireless is out
of commission in case that Prescott fel-
low should get wise to us."
Prescott laughed to him self as he
thot of it. "Going to sink the ship and
then beat it with the money. Well, I'll
see if I can't have a little fun out of this
too. I wonder whose money they have on
board. It must belong to the company.
That old crook of a captain will get sal-
vage off the Alaskan too. I'd like to send
him up for this."
He sat down in his chair and put the
receivers on his head. The air was empty
and after he had given his position to
K.F.S., the Federal Telegraph Co's sta-
tion in San Francisco, Prescott threw
over his antenna switch for transmitting
and called N.P.G., the station at Mare
Island, and asked for the U.S.W.B. N.
P.G. gave him the report and Prescott
took it to the second mate, who had the
watch at that hour.
"I guess we are due for some foggy
days," the mate replied to his query
about the weather.
"Yes and I bet something is going to
happen," answered Prescott.
Two days later, after slow progress,
the "Alaskan" was off cape Mendocino
and the barometer was falling. About
eight o'clock that night Prescott gave his
position to Radio N. P. W., Table Bluff,
as 256 miles north of San Francisco.
A dense fog was coming in from the
west and soon the ship was enveloped in
a grey mist. One could not see ten feet
The mate called the captain and
said, "Everything is ready to turn the
trick tonight. "
"All right," the captain said, "I'll
get the money .and lower a boat and
send the crew below, on some pretext,
and you go and cut the wires so as to
stop any messages Prescott might send
In the meantime Prescott was at his
set calling Table Bluff for radio compass
hearings. As he signed off he noticed
the antenna ammeter drop to 1 ampere,
and finally his set went out of commis-
sion. Generally the ammeter read 18
amperes with a 2 k.w. and Prescott won-
dered what had happened. "Ah ha,"
he exclaimed, "I bet it's the mate trying
to cut my lead in. I'd better go out and
He stepped out side the door and
looked at the antenna. The lead in was
dangling in the air and he knew that the
mate had done his trick. He stepped a-
round the corner of the radio room
where the lead in enters the wall through
a large bushing insulator, and at the foot
of the bridge steps he saw a man lying
prone on his face clutching a pair of wire
cutters. Prescott turned the body over
and the outline to the third mate's face
could be seen distinctly. What a sight!
The electrical shock had turned the face
purple and his hands were badly burned.
Prescott tried to take the cutters from
his grasp but the cold hand held them so
tight that he could not move a finger.
Leaning down, Prescott put his hand over
the mate's heart. He did not feel a pulse
or any sign of life. Suddenly steps were
heard behind him, and Prescott saw the
captain carrying a satchel. Quietly he slid
out of sight.
Hurreidly fixing the lead in, Prescott
ran to the wireless room, and, throwing
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figure of his brother walking down the
moonlit path, his money clasped close to
him. He called to him softly, but
Bartolo did not heed. Slipping out of
his hammock, wonderingly, he followed.
Out of the grove floated the man,
his dead eyes staring ahead, his gaping
wound ever bleeding, his face white and
lifeless. Behind him, mechanically
walked Bartolo, frantically clutching his
gold, and, closely following Bartolo, trod
his brothter, Piestro, across corrals,
through the pastures, and into the dark
menacing forest. The air was damp.
Each step along the path crushed some
delicate flower whose aroma filled the
night air. Here a snake, going on its sly
hunting, glided across the path, and
there, two large eyes gleamed menacingly
from the darkness.
On walked the three--on and on--
deeper and deeper into the dark scented
gloom. Then ahead the moonlight
streamed on the "Campo", a well known
swamp and fever spot of the tropics.
The man paused on the edge of its
dark grass-crested mud flats, then float-
ed on across it. Without hesitation, Bar-
tulo followed. Piestro stopped abruptly
on the edge and in sudden terror
tried to call to Bartolo, but his
choked. Bartolo walked onward,
ing deeper and deeper into the
death, until at length he stopped
the center, looked frantically about
and, with a long terrified scream,
slowly into the dark murky depths,
arms upraised beseechingly towards that
blood-covered figure hovering silently
That was long ago, and to-day the
Mexicans speak of it in awed tones, and
Guadalupe, the old guide, is the only one
who will lead you to the spot. After pro-
mising many pesos, I persuaded the old
native to take me there. The swamp
is gone now, and in its place is a small
clearing covered with the luxuriant
growths of the tropics. In the center of
this clearing, stands a stump strangely
like a human figure bathed in the warm
atmosphere of the south and covered with
age-old moss. As I stood looking at the
weird spot, Guadalupe leaned forward,
and, crossing himself, whispered ina
cracked, awe-stricken voice, f'That
stump, Senor, see, it is the body of Bar-
tolo, encased in its tomb of mud, and see,
in his upheld arms, the sack of pesos."
I looked more keenly and saw, clutched
in the arm-like branches of this weird
stump, an object, which, in the pale
moonlight, glittered strangely like gold.
The air was still. This was indeed a
place of death, for even the Niyaca, the
most poisonous of snakes, slipped silent-
ly away from its deadly edge. As I looked,
I could almost see the stump transform-
ed into Bartolo, his hands raised beseech-
ingly to heaven, his face distorted with
fear. Silently I turned from this place,
and, feeling strangely as though this
queer tale were true, went back to the
trail, Guadalupe cringing behind me.
Catharine Plant '22,
Uhr Sv. GD. SP.
The U.S. Shipping Board freighter
"Alaskan", plying between San Diego
and Vancouver, British Columbia, was
steaming out into the Pacific with a cargo
of fruit on board for a merchant in
Seattle. Captain Henderson, or "Old
Man Henderson" as the crew called him,
was standing just aft the foremast with
the usual angry scowl on his scarred and
homely face. He was feared by the entire
crew and his law was "might makes
John Prescott, the chief wireless
operator, was just going to relieve the
second operator when he had bumped
into the captain as he was coming up
the companionway. The captain had been
unusually cross, and as Prescott hurried
to his set, he again wondered over the
conversation he had over-heard that morn
ing. "We could run her onto Muscle
Shoals," the mate had said.
"Sh, not so loud, "the captain had
exclaimed. " I just saw that wireless guy
go down below, I'm afraid he'll spoil our
fun if he gets suspicious."
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over the antenna switch for transmitting
started to send out a distress call. "Dit--
barked the quenched gap as Prescott
cautiously and breathlessly formed the
dots and dashes and sent this message:
"U.S.S. Alaskan heading for mussel
shoals. Captain and mate attempt to sink
boat and escape with money on board.
As he finished the message a sudden
jar of the ship knocked Prescott off his
feet. A sound of a ship's hull striking
sand was heard. The ship shook from
stern to stem, and he knew that the
crash had split the bow in two. Frantically
he sent out another S.O.S.
"Alaskan hit Mussle Shoals and sink-
ing fast. Bow under water and crew im-
prisoned below. All life boats smashed."
The ship was now sinking rapidly.
Prescott ran to the port hole and saw
that the water was covering the ship. He
knew that immediate help was the only
thing that could save anyone. Running
back to his set, he heard the British Ship
"Peebles," She was coming to their res-
cue. He breathed a sigh of relief, and
cz refully picking his way below, Prescott
planned a way to free the imprisoned
crew. As he reached the last step of the
ccmpanionway, he came face to face
with the captain. Suddenly the Alaskan
gave a mighty shake. She rose up on her
nose, and, with a last effort to right
herself, she slid silently into the sea,
making the innocent suffer for the guilty.
When the English ship "Peebles"
reached the spot in grey dawn an expanse
of undisturbed sea greeted the captain's
eyes. Somewhere there at the bottom
lay the Alaskan and her crew. The real-
ization that he had come to late surged
thru the captain and he turned away
from the bridge to go below. As he did
so, a dark object, bobbing persistently at
the ship's very side, attracted his notice.
Quickly ordering the crew to investigate,
he hurried to the lower deck and stood
waiting by the rail. The object proved to
be one of the Alaskan's victims, and as
the sailors lifted the half-conscious man
to the deck they found, tied about his
neck, a sack of money in which was the
treasury record kept by the ship's com-
pany. The name found in the wallet was
that of John Prescott, chief operator of
the U.S.S. Alaskan.
Charles Vanoncini '23
I was sitting half asleep in a rocking
chair, petting the Persian cat and trying
to study my history. Her purring was so
loud and different from that of other
cats that I began to wonder. Suddenly
the purring took on a new note and be-
came more like a foreign language, then
it changed into good American. This is
what she said:
"You say I am a cat. Well, Iam and
also the Princess Hathu.You know that
the Egyptians, thousands of years ago
believed that when a person died his soul
was transformed into the body of some
"I lived thousands of years ago in
Egypt. My father's palace was near the
delta of the Nile among tall palm trees.
You have no idea of the splendor of the
palaces built by large numbers of slaves
taken captive in the wars waged by my
famous father. Many times with him I
have ridden on expeditions to discover
unknown countries. The results of these
expeditions were all carved on the walls
of the temple.
"As a child I was instructed in
geometry and arithmetic. Iabominated
both, but loved the music of the pipes
and harp in which I was very excellent."
"We had beautiful boats rowed by
negro boatmen, andI was attended by
negro women on my pleasure trips. On
such occasions we often gathered the lo-
tus flowers to decorate the palace and
"We had large glass manufacturing
plants, and colored glass much better
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