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The Camp-Fire descendants of the royal line of David are today crowned, seated on the same stone on which David sat when he was first anointed king over Israel. OF COURSE, in giving that short sketch of the real history of the Ark of the Covenant and the Stone of Bethel, I have merely touched the high spots, so to speak. There isn’t space in Camp-Fire to give reterences and proofs, although the proofs are available and far more convincing than any of the so-called proofs offered by the writers of school . history books, who denounce the whole story of Anglo-Israel, and, being without any valid argu- ment, usually fall back on the time-worn tactics of “abusing the plaintiff’s attorney” when the subject is broached. Here, however, are one or two interesting state- ments of fact. The single lion on the British Royal standard is the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. The harp in the other corner of the quarterings, known as che Irish harp, is the harp of David. The pres- ent Prince ot Wales was christened David in recog- tion of the fact that he is directly descended from King David of Jerusalem. (If you don’t believe that, go and ask the Prince of Wales; he’s a ‘per- fectly fine fellow, and as frank as daylight.) Queen Victoria, who made no secret of her con- victions on the matter, had two family trees drawn up by a member of the College of Heralds, tracing her own descent straight back to King David of Jerusalem. And now fora piece of authentic inside history: GHE sent one of those family trees to the Kaiser, who, as her grandson, she supposed would take an interest in the facts as to his ancestry. He took too much interest! He became convinced that as the descendant of King David of Jerusalem it was up to him to fulfil the Bible prophecies and * store the kingdom.” That, and nothing a ac- counts for his extraordinary pilgrimage to Jerusa- Jem, when he made them tear part of the wall down so that he might ride into the city in pomp. That also accounts for the amazing hospice that he built on the Mount of Olives (mentioned in several of my stories) in which, done in wonderful mosaic, are por- traits of himself ‘and his ancestors, David included, in one family group, with David’s mustaches turned up to heighten the family resemblance. That also accounts for the ‘me and God” sub- stance of his reasoning. And it was that, and noth- ing else, that made it possible for the German Gen- eral Staff to push the Kaiser over the edge, so to speak, and plunge him into what he truly believed was Armageddon. He considered. himself the di- vinely appointed, royally descended, agent for the fulfilment of Biblical prophecy. HIS is mighty near enough, I guess, from one voice at the Camp-Fire. some more, I’m loaded, so have it your own way. The last question in Mr. Langley’s letter, in which he suggests that if the Ark of the Covenant were to be found today it might still have the unpleasant trick of instantly killing any unauthorized person who touched it, is to my mind the most interesting of all. But it might not be easy to handle without stirring the religious prejudices of some of those folk who seem to enjoy getting angry whenever any legend is probed. However, if the skipper permit, But if anybody wants. 18I I’m willing to handle that without gloves, provided the crew is interested. The whole of history will have to be rewritten some day—or rather, you might say, written; for they’ve hardly made a beginning at it yet. Mean- while, to me, much the best fun in the world is dig- ging out old myths and discovering that they are much more nearly true than anything recerded in the “highbrow” history books.—TaALBot Munpy. STOLEN identification-card, and put to crooked uses. It’s the first case of the kind in all these years. Luckily; a warning in our magazine will make the ice sort of thin under the borrowing inaposter’s feet. The stolen card was No. 540, one of the earlist issued. Bridal Veil, Oregon. You may, perhaps, remember that I wrote you sometime last Spring, relating the fact that some fellow had rifled my belongings in a hotel and had stolen a lot of identification papers, cards, citations, etc., including an Advensure card. Well, he evidently meant business as I have had several letters from different sources showing that “T” have been in Panama, Callao and (what do you think of this?), in Walter Reed Hospital, Washing- ton, D. C. Now isn’t that a of a thing for a man to do? One of the letters is from a Mr. , Hotel Tivoli, Ancon, C. Z., and reminds me of the fact that he loaned me one hundred dollars on the boat en route to New Orleans. As I have never been in Panama or thereabouts I was at a loss to understand it until I received advices from the headquarters of the American Legion telling of the various occasions upon which I had been “assisted’”’ by Legion mem- bers both at Panama and Callao and also giving me my first information as to my sojourn at Walter Reed Hospital. This fellow, shows he is, seems to have a pretty fair line on my military service, with just one excep- tion: he has always said that he (or I) went over with the Princess Pats, so he evidently has not heard of ‘“‘The Emma Gees.” He certainly is gener- ously endowed with ‘‘nerve” and I have been al- most tempted to wish I knew his prescription for extracting money, in hundred-dollar bunches, from perfect strangers. I have written to all the places I can think of in the effort to head him off and it occurred to me that you might be willing to print something in the na- ture of a warning in “Camp-Fire.” I knew of no other publication which reaches so far, and, for our own protection, the members of Camp-Fire should endeavor to run down and exterminate such im- posters.—HERBERT W. McBripE, BE MARKING down your favorite stories as you go along and at the end of the year send us your list for our annual vote by readers on the fiction published in the magazine. We want to knew what stories you like the best so we may try to get more like them. Results of the 1921 vote will be published in an early issue. Any one may vote.—A. S. H. Go NOOK (C@ |