THE DREAM SHIP 



Photograph from Ralph Stock 



native bearing an almost as gigantic sack 

 of bottled beer) for lagging. 



I was under the impression that the 

 game was to have been wild ; hence my 

 surprise when a herd of something like 

 150 goats of all ages, from the bearded 

 and maned veteran, or "stinker," down 

 to the daintiest kid, cavorted up to our 

 resting place and sniffed at us inquisi- 

 tively. It was necessary to fling stones 

 to keep some of the more daring at bay. 



So much for goat-hunting in the Mar- 

 quesas. It is evident that these beasts 

 are so "wild" that they know nothing of 

 man ; and who shall say they have missed 

 much in consequence? 



FOUR CATTLE BAGGED FROM A HERD OF 50 



The cattle are a different matter. Shy 

 as deer, they must be warily stalked and 

 shot mostly on the run, at anything from 

 too to 150 yards; also, they have an en- 

 gaging habit of turning when wounded 

 and giving the huntsman the worst pos- 

 sible time in their power, which in the 

 case of a hefty bull or cow with calf is 

 not inconsiderable. 



There must have been a herd of some- 



thing like 50 grazing on the precipitous 

 hillside, and the first shot, fired by an 

 over-anxious Marquesan. against strict 

 orders, sent them scuttling like antelope 

 out of the valley and over a ridge. One 

 fine bull received his medicine from my 

 trusty little Winchester on the very brink, 

 collapsed, and rolled like an avalanche 

 of meat to the bottom. 



We bagged four of this herd, and the 

 Marquesans fell on them, quartering and 

 selecting with extraordinary skill, and 

 finallv carrying ioo pounds each of solid 

 meat to the beach five miles below. How 

 this last feat was accomplished by a band 

 of ramping consumptives I have no no- 

 tion, though I saw it done. I only know 

 that after carrying two rifles and a gun 

 over the same country I literally tumbled 

 onto the beach, bruised and bleeding and 

 trembling from sheer fatigue. Even the 

 representative of incomparable Infantry 

 admitted to being tired, and. thank heav- 

 ens, he looked it ! 



A NATIVE DANCE. A PAGEANT OF HISTORY 



It had been a successful day. I was 

 given to understand, and there followed 



