Cheer Boys Cheer: The Boys' Journal, No. 62 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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od Into Unknown Atrica. - Conclusion of this Thrilling Adventure Serial.. Good-bye to the Wilds. A week later John Strong, his white comrades, and Sunny Jim, stood at the edge of a grassy plain, facing the great Nubian desert, which rolled away before them like an ocean of brown sand. Before them stood the Dingaya queen, proudly upright, with the captain of the guard at her side. - And in the rear, gathered in silent semicircle, were the remnant of the Dingaya tribe, those who had escaped from the City of Sheba. On the edge of the desert, a little way off, stood a little company of fuzzy-haired savages, surrounding a number of camels. Towards these men and their charges the queen now pointed, raising a_ slender brewn arm, upon which silver bangles clinked musically. “White stranger.’ she said to John. ‘Behold those who will guide you to the great Nile river. They are faithful men and they will not betray vour trust, for they are ‘¢That’s the end of it!” cried Jolin, as the dust-cloud for civilisation!” my subjects. When you have reached the river, you will follow it, and it shall bring you, as I have heard, to those places where other white men will weleome you. More I cannot do for you, since you will not stay and help me to build a new city and a new nation in place of that which is destroyed.” John bowed, and gazed steadily at the queen. “No, queen. The lion will go back to his lair, and a fish out of the river dies. So we white men, of a race other than yours, must go back to our brothers, and leave you. I thank you for what you have done.” : The queen smiled. “T need no thanks; you who have saved my life,’ she said. “‘ When I was about to sentence you to death you saved me, and [ could wish for uno stouter heart or stronger arm to guard me than yours, white stranger. But my good captain here shall take your place, and we will make the Din- gaya yet a very mighty nation, de- spite the death of those who were went to serve me in the Leopard guard.” ‘«There are many fine men left,” said John. ‘ And fortune will help you, even though the great city be buried.” : ““ Yea,”’ answered the queen. ‘‘ We have yet to live our lives. Friends,’ she added, motioning to the Dingaya captain at her side, “* you are going, and it is here upon the desert edge that we must say farewell. But I would wish to give you a gift that will remind you that tlere was a queen whose life you saved in the mountains. ‘Take this, stranger!” She raised her hand and the Dingaya captain stepped forward, swung aside his leopard-skin cloak, and handed to John that same. sil- ver box over which Wolf had gloated in the hour of his death. It was open, and, gazing within, John gasped.