Jenkins (who knew what awaited him) threw himself on the floor at the feet of Captain Funkal.  Horrified by the abject distress of one who, after all, was their countryman, Bude and Logan induced the captain to seclude Jenkins in his cabin.  They then, by their combined entreaties, prevailed on the officer to land the Berbalangs on their own island, indeed, but to drop Jenkins later on civilised shores.  Dawn saw the George Washington and the Pendragon in the port of Cagayan Sulu, where the fetters of the two natives, ill looking people enough, were knocked off, and they themselves deposited on the quay, where, not being popular, they were received by a hostile demonstration.  The two vessels then resumed their eastward course.  The taxidermic appliances without which Jones Harvey never sailed, and the services of his staff of taxidermists, were placed at the disposal of his brother savants.  By this means a stuffed Mylodon, a stuffed Beathach, stuffed five-horned antelopes and a stuffed Bunyip, with a common gorilla and the Toltec mummy, now forever silent, were passed through the New York Custom House, and consigned to the McCabe Museum of Natural Varieties.

The immense case that contained the discovery of Jones Harvey was also carefully conveyed to an apartment prepared for it in the same repository.  The competitors sought their hotels, Te-iki-pa marching beside Logan and Jones Harvey.  But, by special arrangement, either Jones Harvey or his Maori ally always slept beside their mysterious case, which they watched with passionate attention.  Two or three days were spent in setting up the stuffed exhibits.  Then the trustees, through The Yellow Flag (the paper founded by the late Mr. McCabe), announced to the startled citizens the nature of the competition.  On successive days the vast theatre of the McCabe Museum would be open, and each competitor, in turn, would display to the public his contribution, and lecture on his adventures and on the variety of nature which he had secured.

While the death of the animals was deplored, nothing was said, for obvious reasons, about the causes of the catastrophe.

The general excitement was intense.  Interviewers scoured the city, and flocked, to little purpose, around the officials of the McCabe Museum.  Special trains were run from all quarters.  The hotels were thronged.  ‘America,’ it was announced, ’had taken hold of science, and was just going to make science hum.’

On the first day of the exhibition, Dr. Hiram Dodge displayed the stuffed Mylodon.  The agitation was unprecedented.  America had bred, in ancient days, and an American citizen had discovered, the monstrous yet amiable animal whence prehistoric Patagonia drew her milk supplies and cheese stuffs.  Mr. Dodge’s adventures, he modestly said, could only be adequately narrated by Mr. Rider Haggard.  Unluckily the Mylodon had not survived the conditions of the voyage,