At Chicago we took to the railway track again for a short time in the suburb of Pullman; but from that point to New York we had the rare and delightful experience of riding on a "made road," with charming scenery about us. And very glad we were not to add to our record of riding 3,000 miles on railway sleepers.
THRASHING A CHINESE THIEF WHO STOLE THE CAMERA WITH WHICH THESE PHOTOS WERE TAKEN.
[THE CURSE OF THE CATSEYE]
A TALE OF SINGAPORE TOLD BY THE THIRD MATE.
By Alfred Slade.
Illustrated by Ernest Prater.
It isn't my yarn at all by rights; the Second Mate commenced it, and pushed me in, in the middle. So I've annexed it; and the Second won't mind—for he's dead.
The Mother Carey was not a ship to be proud of. I never knew anyone to blow about belonging to her, not even the donkeyman.