As I stood looking down upon that sad and lonely mound, wrapped in the most
dismal of reflections and premonitions, I was suddenly seized from behind and
thrown to earth. As I fell, a warm body fell on top of me, and hands grasped my
arms and legs. When I could look up, I saw a number of giant figures pinioning
me down, while others stood about surveying me. Here again was a new type of
man—a higher type than the primitive tribe I had just quitted. They were a
taller people, too, with better-shaped skulls and more intelligent faces. There
were less of the ape characteristics about their features, and less of the
negroid, too. They carried weapons, stone-shod spears, stone knives, and
hatchets—and they wore ornaments and breech-cloths—the former of feathers worn
in their hair and the latter made of a single snake-skin cured with the head
on, the head depending to their knees.
Of course I did not take in all these details upon the instant of my capture,
for I was busy with other matters. Three of the warriors were sitting upon me,
trying to hold me down by main strength and awkwardness, and they were having
their hands full in the doing, I can tell you. I don’t like to appear
conceited, but I may as well admit that I am proud of my strength and the
science that I have acquired and developed in the directing of it—that and my
horsemanship I always have been proud of. And now, that day, all the long hours
that I had put into careful study, practice and training brought me in two or
three minutes a full return upon my investment. Californians, as a rule, are
familiar with ju-jutsu, and I especially had made a study of it for several
years, both at school and in the gym of the Los Angeles Athletic Club, while
recently I had had, in my employ, a Jap who was a wonder at the art.
It took me just about thirty seconds to break the elbow of one of my
assailants, trip another and send him stumbling backward among his fellows, and
throw the third completely over my head in such a way that when he fell his
neck was broken. In the instant that the others of the party stood in mute and
inactive surprise, I unslung my rifle—which, carelessly, I had been carrying
across my back; and when they charged, as I felt they would, I put a bullet in
the forehead of one of them. This stopped them all temporarily—not the death of
their fellow, but the report of the rifle, the first they had ever heard.
Before they were ready to attack me again, one of them spoke in a commanding
tone to his fellows, and in a language similar but still more comprehensive
than that of the tribe to the south, as theirs was more complete than Ahm’s. He
commanded them to stand back and then he advanced and addressed me.
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