When at last her eyes grew dim from the long strain of reading the pictures in an illustrated treatise on the Cannibal Islands, Calamity cast aside the book and settled down for the night on her bunk of straw. Soon she is is in the land of Nod and not unlike the child, her active but unconscious mind is making pictures of the happenings on Cannibal Islands. Her manner of getting there is natural enough for one of her type, but furnishes thrills not entirely anticipated. She is marooned and after an indefinite drifting about lands on the island where she is venerated by natives. Her experiences are numerous as they are grotesque and will form a highly interesting entertainment. The climax comes when she rescues one of the native women and her child and is about to escape to sea in a rowboat when she awakens with the report of her 11-calibre gun, which she has fired in imaginary self-defense.
