IN THE SCENTED SOUTH.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XV, Issue 4909, 22 December 1894, Page 3

IN THE SCENTED SOUTH.

J Away down South in the Coral Sons, whore bread is giwn to your hand j on trees; where civilisation had never come to teach the natives the 0 joys of mm, whore hardly over this c Eden enter the hind boom bank and t the cent per center; joy sitsaloft in n the cloudless domo, storms seldom disturb the ocean's foam. Health and beauty for aye ondiiro, by strength of the virtues of Wnriier's Cure. List to the yarn of the Scented South, where all is peace and there comes no diouth—Story of , Alio and Chieftain Wulf, and his ' terrible leap o'er the Dead Man's 0 Gulf. Alio and Wulf had plighted a troth, and enduring vows were in- " toned by both; but Alio's papa, a Heap Big Chief, would make no way for their love's relief. He suffered from chronic disease of the liver, " which made him aught but a good 1 law-giver ;and he swore by the men ' he had slain in his youth, and he awore by tho shark and its sacred ! tooth, that never should Alio 1 become a bride till liis health recovered or else he died. One j day Wulf strayed in a bitter , mood tothelonesoa-shore to mourn, ' brood o'or tho fate that made love's silver river bo turned in its course by ■ a hob-nailed liver. And Wulf, by 1 and bye, looking out on the bay, saw ' on the reef, where the sen-birds play, that a white man's ship had found a ' home on the dead-white coral and ' dead-white foam, and the coming tide brought in bits of wreck from the cargo holds and the tim- , bered deck. Part of it floats to the feet of Wulf, part of it ebbs to ( 1 the Dead Man's Gulf, and for all ! ' that clay and its parent week the natives ransacked every bight and creek; and they sampled the wreck from the kerosene to tho tins of fish and the crudebenzine.and they mixed up olives and castor-oil, and made a feast with no end of toil. And they started with jam and wound up with ( ink, and vinegar made them a cooling drink, Of course the result was ' ahaiTowingthing-from the poorest lslave to the bilious king the popula- \ tion was deathly ill, and itknewno j word of the Sake Cure Pill. But l in hunting over the wreck one day, s they camo to a placo whore some 1 boxes lay, and they drank * of the fluid therein, which, snre,was . nothing less than the great Sake Core. And when it ran out, tho king with the liver remarked that he'd be a cheerful giver of any boon { to the man who'd bring a supply of ' the Safe Cure that cured a king, „ Young Wulf knew where on the }, Dead Man's Ledge a supply of Warner's lay on the edge of the dizzy tl depth where the waves had thrown f it with none to know it—none to V own it. And then, in the sight of e the tribe, did Wulf essay the leap of the Dead Man's Gulf; and ho \ made the leap, and he brought the f cure—the cure that's safe to ever en- fi dura—lie brought the cure, we say, to tho king, and demanded the boon and a wedding ring. You know the rest. The king got well, and Wulf . secured the wrecked ship's bell; and though he made a terrible clangour, no complaint wasfiled,for the king's old langour had disappeared with a 1 case of Warner's, and that statement J of fact can provoke no scorners. And a , Wulf married Alio, but her pa's n (juito sure that tho best wife for Awn ai is Warner's Safe Cure. H