Deo. 32, 1887.] 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



423 



Our party found upon the island two families, oue an 

 Englishman and Kanaka wife, whose name I forget, and 

 a Captain Robinson, also an Englishman, with two wives 

 and a lot of children, among whom was one, a young- 

 girl of twelve, named Caroline, who, I then thought, was 

 about the prettiest of all of the girls I had ever fallen in 

 love with; and there was the natural result, to be 

 expected when a pretty tropical-blooded girl, that never 

 before met a boy, is through propinquity brought into 

 contact with a youngster who hadn't seen a girl prettier 

 than the ordinary China girl for a long time. We were 

 devoted to each other, and my readily given adoration 

 was supplemented by a still stronger feeling of gratitude, 

 for under circumstances fully detailed in my original 

 story, Caroline had saved my life by rescuing me from 

 the alternative of death by drowning in a sea cave or be- 

 ing devoured by a shark. 



That I was not mistaken in the opinions I entertained 

 as to the charms of Caroline, I will quote a few lines from 

 the official report of Captain Kelley, a grave and reverend 

 Seigneur, whose judgment would not run the risk mine 

 did, of beiug biased: 



"The population of this newly-acquired territory does not exceed 

 eleven, via., two male settlers, cultivating the land and taking 

 turtle; two females, natives of Assumption, wives of the settlers; 

 three male children, two female children (one, whose name is 

 Caroline, remarkable, for her beauty), one female from Assumption 

 and a deserter from this ship." 



Caroline 1 find occupies a considerable space in my 

 story, and 1 flatter myself that those who read it would 

 be glad to hear more about her. I will quote only the 

 concluding paragraph on which this letter hinges: 



"And Caroline, if her father carried out his intentions, is now 

 perhaps a sedate matron, in some New England village with little 

 Carolines of her own; recognizing that her probable fate, should 

 she remain with him on the island, would he that she would 

 become tho wife (married island fashion) of some sailor, who, 

 tempted by her beauty, would desert some whaler for her sake, he 

 had resolved to givo her to the wife of some calling whaling 

 captain to he brought up in America, and educated as a Christian 

 woman. I have often wondered if this has occurred, and now as 

 I w rite have half a hope that through this persoual her where- 

 abouts may transpire.'' 



And now I have to report that even unto the Orient the 

 far-reaching influence of the Forest and Stream has 

 reached. My personal has been answered, and I have re- 

 discovered Caroline, and in the sequel I propose to tell you 

 some more about her and some of her adventures. In 

 my search for information about her I have waded 

 through a mass of official documents, reports and history; 

 Commodore Perry, Bayard Taylor, Captain Kelly, Consul 

 Jones, and a book on ''Remarkable Voyages" have con- 

 tributed. 



About two years ago I received a letter from Com- 

 mander Chas. T. Cotton, of the Navy, who Avas in com- 

 mand of one of our vessels on the. China Station. He had 

 read my story in Forest and Stream, and wrote that ho 

 felt confident that he had met my heroine. "I remember 

 her well, and in July, 1881, she was still a very hand- 

 some woman, married, or had been married, and had 

 children, whom she had brought to Yokohama to be 

 educated. Who her husband was, whether alive or dead, 

 or what was her married name, I cannot now recall. She 

 was a remarkably good-looking woman, and I had no 

 idea that she was as old as from your description she 

 must be." 



Com. Cotton referred me to Mate P. C. Van Buskirk; 

 then and now on duty in the Pacific, as likely to know 

 more of her. I wrote to Van Buskirk, and in due time 

 came his answer from Acapulco. Van Buskirk was with 

 us in the Plymouth, and knew of the circumstances occur- 

 ring in 1858, and serving subsequently on the station, had 

 collected very copious notes. From the information he 

 furnished me I will finish this sequel. "Yes," he writes, 

 "I have met Caroline. I spent three nights under her 

 roof. The Alert had gone south surveying and left mc 

 on Peel Island as keeper of the coal pile. She is now the 

 widow Webb, and has a most comfortable home at Port 

 Lloyd, with a farm of some seventy acres, and employes 

 quite a number of Kanakas, raising coffee and taking- 

 turtles for then shell and sharks for their fins, which 

 command good prices in the Chinese market. She has 

 two sons who superintend the work, and Zipper, now a 

 very old woman, is with her, has a cabin to herself, and 

 it was apparent that Coroline was taking every possible 

 care of her, and everybody treated Zipper with marked 

 respect." [Zipper was the "female from Assumption" 



was elected Governor, which position he held at the date of our 

 visit in 1853. 



During the subsequent period of thirty years history has re- 

 peated itself, for there arrived at one or the other of the various 

 islands, successively, Russian, Portugese and Dutch men-of-war, 

 the cauiaiu of each going through the usual ceremonies of taking 

 possession. 



Tho comfort of the colonists was not much disturbed by this 

 periodic change of their nationality. They raised their goats and 

 pigs, cocoanuts and bananas; caught turtle and fish, find became 

 very useful to the many whalers in the Pacific. But all was not 

 at peace among themselves. The principal law in vogue was 

 the old-fashioned simple one, that "he shall take who has the 

 power, and he shall keep who can." There was but one unity of 

 interest, and that I judge from the records did not amount to 

 much, being self-defense against outsiders who interfered with 

 them. There were pira tes in those days, and pirates as well as 

 whalers need fresh water and provisions, and such articles cost 

 them very little. Visiting Port Lloyd they helped themselves to 

 all they wanted, including in many cases such of the Kanaka 

 wives as struck their fancy. 



Once — it is a matter of history — a Portugese Lorcha came for 

 provisions, and within twenty-four hours Governor Savory was 

 transformed from the wealthy husband of several wives to an 

 impecunious widower, and most of the colonists were in the same 

 boat. But while in tne midst of their sorrow a Yankee whaler 

 arri ved: her captain was a shrewd trader, and availing himself of 

 the opportunity "went quickly to the Sandwich Islands, returning 

 with a goodlv supplv of women, who were gladly welcomed, and 

 supplied with husbands without delay." Hardly were the nuptial 

 ceremodies completed when "another American schooner, whose 

 captain was an ungodly man, came seeking fresh water, but the 

 crew straightway made away with all the newly married wives, 

 and much slock and provender." 



Thus it is showu that the life of the islanders was not entirely 

 monotonous nor free from vicissitudes. 



I have gone thus a little into history for this reason. The record 

 shows that our claims to the islands is superior to those of any 

 other nation. Coffin was the first white man to discover it, 

 Savory the first white official; both were Americans. Thus, when 

 Captain John Kelley of the Plymouth in September, 1853, went 

 through all the ceremonies and "took formal possession in the 

 name of the United States," they became part of our domain, 

 and are thus entitled to a place in the history of the United 

 States. 



Associated with Governor Savory was one Captain Thomas H 

 "Webb, au Englishman, who came to the islands in 1819, and who 

 eventually succeeded Savory as governor. My reasons for intro- 

 ducing Captain Governor Webb will appear, as also the reason for 

 the following modified quotation from the report of the 1 1. S. Con- 

 sul to Nagasaki, Mr. A. C. Jones: "The administration of Webb 

 was attended with trouble; his subjects were unruly spiri 

 Several broke out in open defiance and rebellion; open war w 

 the result; four or five persons were killed, others fled to remote 

 parts of the island, where, it is told, they subsisted on roots and 

 berries until taken off by a ship that had pat in for water." 



spoken of by Capt. Kelley, and tho woman whom we 

 supposed to be the spare wife of Capt. Robinson.] 



"Caroline was still a handsome and attractive woman, 

 talked intelligently and well, not only of past events on 

 tho island, but of changes in the outside world, for she 

 had shelves loaded with English and American il lustrated 

 magazines, being, although unable to read or write, very 

 fond of pictures. She remembered perfectly the advent 

 of the Plymouth and her particular friend the young 

 officer of the surveying party; and spoke of you most 

 pleasantly, and a great deal.'' 



Van Buskirk's items, as obtained from Mrs. Webb and 

 others, will complete this history. The man occupying 

 with his Kanaka wife the other cabin on the island when 

 we were there was named Mottley, and the woman Kitty. 

 Robinson went over to the Caroline Island, and brought a 

 number of the islanders to work for him. Kitty got up a 

 quarrel between her husband and Robinson, and seduced 

 from him all of the Caroline Islanders; leaving Robinson 

 with but one assistant "English Bob," who was in love 

 with Caroline. In 1861, the Mottley party attacked tho 

 Robinsons, Bob was killed and Robmson took to the 

 woods with three children, John, Henry and Eliza, and 

 after a few days was captured by the Mottley gang, and 

 sent out of the island by a whaler. 



Zipper with Caroline, then nearly twenty years old, 

 Susan and Charles, fled in another direction, and suc- 

 ceeded in finding then way to the northern shore, where 

 they subsisted on shellfish, roots, berries, fruits, etc., 

 until Zipper one night (they ventured out of hiding; only 

 at night) found on tho beach a plank in which were 

 wrought-iron nails; these they hammered into fish hooks, 

 and one large one into a knife, which they sharpened 

 upon lava stones, and "by the aid of this instrument Caro- 

 line's fine long tresses were shaved off (we all, except 

 Caroline, laughed at this recital) and of them were made 

 fish lines, after which they had fish in plenty. Up to this 

 time Zipper, who was in great terror of tho Mottley party, 

 had not permitted a fire. After fish were caught she 

 yielded, and with fish, crabs and turtle eggs, they lived 

 very well, comparatively, for they succeeded in obtain- 

 ing fire by rubbing sticks together, one relieving the 

 other." 



A passing whale ship saw the smoke one day, stood in, 

 sent a boat and rescued the party after their eleven 

 months of camp life, carrying them to Port Lloyd, 

 where Governor Webb received them most hospitably, 

 fell in love with Caroline, married her, and dying left 

 her a pretty widow well provided for. 



There may come a sequel to this sequel. Some months 

 ago I wrote a letter to Caroline, in care of the Consul at 

 Yokohama. I intended to have incorporated the answer 

 in this sequel, which has been long promised to the editor, 

 but it has not come. PlSECO. 



A CHRISTMAS WEEK MEMORY. 



" IV • Mjs ' Campbell," said I, as I rose to take my 

 leave, "this is the seventeenth, and I mean to 

 devote the next week to shooting, and if you will just 

 mention what game you would like me to send you for 

 Christmas" — 



"No limitation?" queried she archly. 



"Well," I said, "I have no Aladdin's lamp to whirl me 

 away to remote regions, nor genii to do my bidding. I 

 trust to my own unaided resources, so I must limit you 

 to game to be found in the valley of the Indus." 



"Oh, that will provide quite a sufficient variety," said 

 she, "and since you are so liberal, I will givo you the bill 

 of fare, if you will take your pencil and jot down the 

 items." 



"No need for pencil and paper," said I. "Your com- 

 mands shall be engraved on the tablets of my heart," and 

 as I spoke I placed my hand over the cardiac region ; but 

 this was five and twenty years ago, when all the. women 

 of my acquaintance were angels. 



"That means," said she, "that if you fail to provide 

 anything that I stipulate for, yon will declare that I 

 n ever mentioned it." 



■ Mrs. Campbell!" exclaimed I in tones of feeling, 

 "cast no reflection upon my honor as a man, still less 

 on my devotion to you. Tell me only what to send, and 

 you may prepare your menu and issue your invitations." 



" Well then, item first, one wild boar's head — a good 

 tusker, remember — that I may be sure it is not a domes- 

 tic pig's. One haunch of antelope venison, and don't try 

 to put me off with goat's flesh. That will do for the sub- 

 stantiate. Then partridges, let me see, six brace of black 

 partridges. There are no quail now; say ten brace of 

 snipe. Then three brace of wild duck and a brace of 

 hares. Then I think that will do — but no, if you should 

 see a bustard— remember I don't lay any commands upon 

 you, but if by lucky chance one should come your way." 



"Your wishes are my commands," said I in tones suited 

 to the occasion. 



The next moment I was in the saddle and canterin; 

 away to the ferry. Half an hour later I had reached the 

 opposite bank of the river, and another brisk twenty 

 minutes' canter took me to my home, an isolated indigo 

 plantation in the depths of Sindee jungles, some four 

 miles from the banks of the Indus. The dogs bounded 

 out to meet me, the syce took my horse, and the bearer 

 crime forw ard to receive my commands, and instructing 

 him to call me half an hour before daybreak, I slipper 

 into my pyjamas and lay down to meditate on the con- 

 tract 1 had undertaken, and to lay out my plans so as to 

 best insure success. The. birds (apart from the bustard) 

 presented no great difficulty, and there was a reasonable 

 chance of shooting a wild boar within a week. The snipe 

 were a good twelve miles from my bungalow, and one 

 day of the six would have to be devoted to them, but no 

 antelope nor bustard was to be found within twelve or 

 fifteen miles of my home, and one might roam for hours 

 over the sandy wastes they frequent, without sighting 

 either, and sighting did not always mean getting a shot, 

 and then, although a true sportsman rarely misses, he fires 

 a great many shots that do not result in bringing* the 

 game to bag. 



That I was anxious to redeem my promise to the letter 

 goes without saying. I was young and she was fair. 

 Still fairer was her sister, a girl of sixteen, but as I lay 

 and arranged my plans I realized that although I had 

 occasionally made heavier and as varied bags in the 

 allotted time, success in every detail depended on my 

 being favored with good luck.' I had the strongest of all 



( incentives to exertion, "the light that lies in woman's 



! eyes." 



I was soon asleep, and for a few hours slept the sleep 

 that comes from good digestion, when I was awakened 

 by the quick gooro, gooro, of some wild boar which were 

 passing close to the bungalow, and had set the dogs to 

 rking. I jumped out of bed and went to the door. It 

 jb a bright moonPght night, rather chilly, and a little 

 g hovered over the swanip of a few hundred acres 

 which bounded my plantation on one side, and had been 

 a rare feeding ground for wild boar before I had broken 

 ground in the neighborhood. As I stood I heard the 

 gTunting of the pigs that had aroused me, but they were 

 not making for the swamp, and feeling thoroughly awa ke 

 and refreshed I concluded to dress and make a tour of 

 the earth dyke that skirted the swamp. 



I was soon dressed, and picking up my rifle and a 

 supply of ammunition (I used muzzleloaders in those 

 lays) I walked down to the nearest point of the dyke and 

 -topped lightly on it for a look round; and there, not 

 26yds. from me, stood a full grown tusker feeding all 

 alone. He threw up his head instantly, but unprepared 

 as I was, my snapshot took effect; he rolled over, half 

 struggled to his feet, plunged forward a step and tumbled 

 over dead. 



A good beginning, thought I, as I went back to the 

 bungalow and instructed my hearer not to call me before 

 daylight, but to get some low caste men in the mornine:, 

 send for the boar and have him brought up and dressed. 



It was full daylight when I arose. The boar, a grand 

 old tusker and by far the biggest I had ever shot, was 

 lying outside the bungalow, "and the low castes were 

 boiling their water over a camp-fire and anticipating a 

 good feed. I gave instructions to keep the head, salt the 

 hams, reserve one roast and a few chops, and let the 

 shikaris have the rest. 



This arranged, I took breakfast, took my shotgun and 

 dogs and one man along with me, and started for some 

 jungle three or four miles off, where hates and black par- 

 tridge, although not exactly plentiful, were always to be 

 found. My first shot was" a mallard, which I brought 

 down in good style; then I went through a jungle of low 

 bushy trees (jhand) in which I made some very bad shoot- 

 ing at black partridge, bagging only three: and after 

 a day's tramp I reached home with five partridge, one 

 hare, one mallard and a blue crane. 



The next day was devoted to snipe shooting. I galloped 

 out in the morning with my syce on a second horse, took 

 eighty charges along with me and fired them all away, 

 bringing back eight brace of snipe and two brace of teal. 

 I shot the first snipe, missed the next five or six in suc- 

 cession, and then snot a little better, losing three or four 

 birds through not bringing the dogs with me. I felt a 

 little mortified, as I ha.d averaged two out of three at 

 quail shooting the previous spring, and counted on some- 

 thing like forty birds to my eighty charges. Now I 

 should have to go again to complete my ten brace. 



The next day I mounted my camel and made a very 

 early start for the sandy plains in quest of bustard and 

 antelope. A herd of the game was started soon after 

 arrival on the ground, but they trotted off about 300yds., 

 and all my effort to get nearer was of no avail. While 

 thus engaged my eye fell for an instant on the ground 

 near mo and caught the eye of a squatting bustard. 

 Directly our eyes met, he sprang up, and dashed away 

 behind me at railway speed. By the time I had changed 

 weapons with my driver, who carried the shotgun, and 

 brought the camel round for a shot, the bird was 60 or 

 70yds. away and taking wing. Away we went again 

 after the antelope, and seeing that they stood occasionally 

 to watch us, we struck off at nearly right angles to their 

 course, made a sweep of three or four miles and came 

 upon them lying down, this time ag - ain at about 300yds. 

 There was no bush cover, but about a hundred yards be- 

 yond them there was a little sand hill, and we circled 

 round to get behind it. Making the camel kneel, I 

 jumped off and made for the mound on foot; but the ante- 

 lope had been disturbed, and when I next sighted them 

 they were trotting away at 200yds. distance. I emptied 

 both barrels at them with just such result as I expected, 

 for antelope present no contrast to the desert sand. 



It was then past noon, and we made away for a clump 

 of bushes to give the camel a chance of browsing, while 

 the driver and I disposed af our luncheons. 



We were now nearly twenty miles from home and 

 some six or seven miles off the point where the road 

 entered the desert, and after an hour's rest we made for 

 this point. I kept on foot, traveling parallel to the camel 

 at about 400yds. 



We traveled four miles in this order, when the driver 

 brought the camel to his knees and signaled to me to join 

 him, and when I did so he pointed to a mound about 

 200yds. off and told me that three antelope were asleep 

 behind it. 



Noiselessly I stalked them, reached the foot of the 

 mound and" was debating by myself whether to stalk 

 round it or over it (it was perhaps 30ft. long and 8ft. high), 

 when the buck, followed by his two does, trotted round 

 toward me, and there we stood face to face, the old buck 

 and I at about ten paces. Up went the rifle, but the buck 

 was quicker than I. While I was pulling the trigger he 

 and his does were legging it at express rate, and by the 

 time I had run round the mound and sighted them again, 

 they were 100yds. off. I gave them the second barrel of 

 course, but it evidently was not my day in. 



During the afternoon we put up several coveys of sand 

 grouse, but I was bent on larger game and let them pass; 

 two or three pair of bustard were sighted on the wing, 

 and one pair I marked down about a mile behind me, but 

 did not go back for, and as the day advanced I gave up 

 all hope, and seeing a covey of grouse I took cover behind 

 a sand heap, and sent the camel man round to put them 

 up. They made straight for me. I took the first coming, 

 a favorite shot with me, and wheeling round dropped a 

 second and wounded a third, which fell about 100yds. off. 

 Picking up the buds, I mounted and rode home some- 

 what disconsolate, but dinner and a pipe brought me into 

 a more cheerful mood aud I no longer despaired of filling 

 the bill. • 



The next day being Sunday was devoted largely to 

 dreaming, castle-building and vain imagining generally, 

 and on Monday morning away I went for the sandhills 

 again. We had scarcely entered on them when I saw a 

 bustard in the act of crouching about 70 or 80yds. off. 

 Diverting my glance instantly, I took my shotgun, with 

 No. 3 shot hi the first barrel, and an Eley's wire cartridge 

 No. 1 shot in the second barrel. I started on foot to pass 

 within 25yds. of where I had marked my bud down, but 

 having got the estimated distance, I could at first see no 



