Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-26

tied over the great plain. Before them
was the Valley of Jalapa; ON the right
the Volcano of Orizaba, it's cone white
with snow and ice, its sides covered with
that luxuriance of foliage only known
where eternal summer reigns.
The American, too tired even to no.
tice this, was nodding In his saddle, and
for a long time had not spoken to his
companion He was aroused by low
cry from Filomeno. Turning toward
him and following the direction of his
eyes, he saw a large body of horsemen
galloping toward him. He could see at
once that they were not regular soldiers.
They advanced in confusion, and no two
men seemed dressed alike. It was "a
squad of the dreaded guerrillas on o for
aging expedition. With terrible feel
ing OF despair the American again looked
around for Filomeno. He had fed The
American was alone, with hundred
wild and lawless Mexican robbers bear
ing down on him, like rushing wind
across placid lake.
In moment, as it seemed, they were
upon him and around him. Resistance
was useless. A score of pistols pointed
at him, score of swords were raised
above his head, and q score of long sticks
with knives on the ends, called hatcher
les were pricking him in all directions.
He was pulled off his horse in twink
ling, stripped naked in the midst of
dense circle of bowling savages, who
were cursing and fighting for his various
articles Of dress. At length his clothing,
arms and valuables were divided The
leader of the band, with the Americans
watch dangling from his belt, shouted
out an order to his men. Two troopers
armed with me0tchesies rode up to the
prisoner and commanded him to walk
before them. ''You American devil. "
they exclaimed in Spanish, "you dog of
spy, be off to Jalapa. When we get you
there we'll teach you to sneak around
our lines March"
And in order to add emphasis to their
words they prodded the prisoner with
the points of their naotchezies till the
blood started from more than one wound
ON his arms and legs. Angry, faint and
sore, and half blinded by the fierce rays
OF the sun, the American wheeled around
and upbraided the leader for these in
dignities, and especially for depriving
MIN of his clothes. LII reply, one of the
soldiers pulled out from ,lnderhis saddle
piece of coarse and filthy mating
which he carelessly tossed to the pris-
oner.
Take this" ne said; cit is too small
for you, but the fieas In it will keep you
warm"
And so, wrapping this dirty covering
about his shoulders, our conntryman
started on his painful march to Jalapa.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon they
reached the town. The American was
hustled into wretched adobe hut On
the outskirts OF the village, and the
Mexicans, after posting a guard around
the place, tied their horses under a shed
and gave themselves up to rest and bois-
ferrous recreation. Inside the hut on o
rude bench the American sat silent hour
after hour. At length he walked to a
little window and begged for water.
There was no response. The bare walls
only echoed his cry of "Aqu0 aqua ."
All the next day, too, the prisoner was
kept without food or drink or clothes.
At times his mind wandered little. At
sunset the cool evening air somewhat re-
vived him. He moved his bench under
the window of the hut, and stretching
himself under it listened carelessly to
the idle conversation OF the soldiers out
side. Suddenly his heart gave terrible
throb q cold perspiration overwhelmed
him, and he tainted.
What he had heard was this The SOL
diers were talking about fair that was
to open in Jalapa on the morrow, and
they were detailing to a newcomer some
of the amusements that had been
planned for the occasion.
We are going to have shooting
match at noon" said one ''we have got
an American spy in that box yonder,
and we are going to tie him to stake
and shoot at him with our revolvers.
Whoever kills him will get five silver
dollars. The dogs hours are num-
bered."
These were the words which had fallen
on the American like pail.
1t was probably much less than hour
that the prisoner lay insensible. Then
he reused himself, and, like the brave
man that he was, looked bis doom in the
face. So he was to die. and die the death
of a miserable cur he, the inhabitant
of a pleasant Northern city, with youth,
health, kind friends and fortune. To be
tied to stake Id Mexican market
place and shot at for paltry prize.
These thoughts were maddening. He
called fiercely to his captors to iberate
him !; he strobe fr1riously up and down
the room he rushed to the window and
ratified the bars and finally from sheer
exhaustion he sank down on the floor in
despair.
He lay still for long time.
He could not mark the hours, but at
length he knew by the cool wind that
crept in through the bars, that day-his
last day-was not far away. Then he
heard cock crow; and then he saw q
bright ray of sunlight come flashing
into his miserable hut, and he was sure
that he had but few hours more to live.
He made up his mind that he would die
bravely. He rose to his full height,
stretched his limbs, and raised his head
proudly. As he did so he heard sound of
horses galloping toward him He rushed
to the window and looked out. A cavalry
officer, in fine uniform, with flashing
arms and equipments, and followed by a
squad Of men, was coming every mo-
ment nearer and nearer.
The lOunping pllerrilias around his