Show THE DARK CONTI stanley pictures he lie scenes of or his dismal journey TERRORS OF THE TRAIL gloom aid ard loto tony ind and the horrors of can bali baldur ur heat stupor and deita th their dreams STA iAo special 9 R chronicle Chr micle service LOMON Lo Dox may 16 15 stanley baa has lost none of the old time facility in public speaking at tuesday evenings reception to he spoiled for a full hour tell ing of the lawful trials and experiences of a march through the dense african forests foresta he waa was graphic and arid sometimes alog eloquent a nt in describing the terrors of the j jurney day after day week after week I 1 from the lie dawn of 0 morning to near ere eve with a noon interval of rest we are wfred urged on uv step by step we gain our milea miles and penetrate deeper and deeper into the strange conservatory of nature the inner womb of the true tropical forest the 1 he warm vapors rise from it castroma ai from a great fermenting er vat until BO so dense aro the exhalations exha sla lations ton I 1 s I 1 in n a I 1 lew ew d days all that tha only a flaming bolt can cart let in ia sunlight on that impervious and endless foliage above our beads after months of unbroken manh march we halt for net nod for he the first time attempt to question the natives who have hitherto artfully eluded our efforts to gain intelligence we e ask th ibm m it they know of any grass land lying east north or south of their district they reply in the neza tive ina a manner that to imply that we mut be strange creatures to suppose that it would be possible for any world orld to exist save that illimitable forest world taking a grass gram blade from the river bank for only a few struggling blades can ba be found we hold it up to view what hat i no field no n limited stretch of land with something like this gro wice no N 1 I I 1 they reply shaking their beads he ids compassionately oan pas y pitying our absurd questions are all like this and they waved their banda hands sweepingly to illustrate that all the world waa was alike nothing but trees trees and trees no sooner are these worda words beard heard by our men than their imaginations con creve a forest under a most CP oppressive e a lve and forbidding aspect the cpr little ittle r religion thelo they knew know was nothing mora more legends legendary ry lore re and in in their memories t there heredi dimly y fl bated jated the etory story of a land that R grew ew darker as you travelled toward the end of the boyll ani drew nearer to the place where the great serpent lay supine and colled coiled round t the he whole earth and their horror g grow r 0 a darker w ith their fa fancies ucles when night louies with its thick palpable dir darkness kness and they lie cuddled in their little damp huts and they hear the tempest overhead the howling of the wild winds the grinding and groaning of storm tossed tress trees the dread sounds of the falling g ants and the shock of the trembling earth which penda their hearts with pitiful leaps to their throats and the roaring and rushing as of a mad overwhelming wh elming sea oil oh then the horror is intensified it may be that next morning when they hear bear the shrill sounds of the whistle and the officers voices ring out in the dawn and the blare of the trumpet is is heard beard and there is is the stir and nd tumult of preparation and action that the morbid thoughts of the night and the memories of terrible dreams will ba be effaced for a time but when the march has begun once again aaen and the files are slowly moving through the woods they renew their morbid broo brookings dings and ask themselves how long is this to last is is the joy of life to end thus must we jo log on day after day in tb this cheerless elock and this joyous we at stagg adgor r and tall and rot among the wadi then they disappear into the woods by twos threes and sues sixes and after the caravan has passed return b by the trail some to reach the yam by buya Y or up apet lot the young ceris by the their i r ales tales of woe and v war ar some to fall sobbing under a spear thrust some to w ander and stray in the dark maises of woods haps ho pales lesAy lost and some to be carved calved for a cannibal feast a and a d some are o compelled to ibby beirs eira of greater dang dangers rs mechanically they march on a prey to dread and weakness the scratch of a thorntie thorn the puncture of a pointed cane a bite of an ant or the sting of a wasp the smallest m t thing serves to start an w which presently becomes virulent and eats its way to the bone and the man dies these so es raga rage like an epidemic and dozens are then the reckless ro a with ith which men eat A u up P th their e I 1 stores e r e s 0 of f provisions r u v t i 0 n t i I 1 whit V it t in might I 1 g h t b hao I 1 ai as e ml X t ten e n ed day a y t i I 1 is a eaten eaton up in two or three and they stine starve he rest of the time for the spaces between banana plantations may be only a days lua rib but they maybe my be twenty days bui bat it requires a calamity to teach blai blat ks ke as well as whites bites how to live |