Adventure Magazine Cover, December 10, 1922 — page 153: what you’re looking at

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An Unpleasant Episode the sentences of English speech. Mr. Willshire, the British consul, furnished him with proper clothing; the services of a barber were secured; and from Mogadore Robbins was sent home by way of Tangier and Gibraltar, arriving in the United States a little more than three years after the beginning of the ill-fated voyage. Porter was ransomed in October, 1816; Captain Riley recovered his liberty about the same time. When he was released at Tangier his giant frame had shrunken so Unpleasant p¥ 4 Episode ad Clements Ripley Me HE third day of the fifth month; being sacred to the goddess Tu Hen, is auspicious for the wor- . ship of the dead. Therefore Ah Kow, waking at dawn, snapped his fingers to keep off such evil spirits as may lay hold” on a man when the soul is but half-returned to the body and busied himself with his preparations. ‘These were of some length, including the packing of a basket with roast pork, a dried duck and the inevitable gilt paper money. When all was at last in readiness he took the basket over his arm and shuffled out into the sun-washed California morning in the valley of the Sacramento, pausing to inspect his rows of crisp lettuce and occa- sionally stopping with a guttural cluck to pick off a cutworm or give one of the larger heads a contented pat. Ah Kow felt that he had reason to be contented. He was at peace with the world; his health was far better than his sixty-five that he weighed but ninety pounds. Savage, the brave and reverent mate, and the sea- man James Clarke also gained their freedom; but Williams, the first mate; Burns, Barrett; ye Sg ag 147 Dick, the negro cook; the boy Horace; — Antonio, the elderly Italian, and the daunt- less Hogan, who would not lie down to die while he could stand and walk, were never heard from again. They either succumbed to indescribable privations, or were mur- dered by cruel masters, and the dust of their bones is mingled with the desert sands. i + oy 5 ; Z years had reason to expect, and his little farm was blessed by the spirit of his father, who had been a market-gardener before him and knew what was needed. He re- flected that it was well to pay the proper , observances at the tombs of one’s ancestors. They were inclined to reciprocate. Accompanied by such pious thoughts, backed and interspersed with quotations from the venerable Lao Tze, he hurried along, his felt shoes padding swiftly over the fragrant pine needles. As he neared his destination he stopped to lift the cover of his basket to make sure that nothing had been forgotten, gave vent to & little chuckle of pure kindliness at the thought of the treat in store for the venerable dead and trotted forward. Suddenly the chuckle died in his throat. Te stopped short, eyes wide with horror. Like a blow in the pit of the stomach came the realization that the grave, his father’s grave, which his hands had shaped com Ss e555; ’ (E(0) .OO