The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-03-23
LOOK ar MY LITTLE FINGER
A Scar That Corroborates Stories o
Remarkable Adventures.

A Scar That Corroborates Stories of
Remarkable Adventures.
From the Nelo York Herald.
There Is certain young man who loiters
about the hotels in this town who Is, to
Judge by his appearance about 25 years old.
Judged by the experiences through which
he has passed. however, he must be pretty
nearly as well along in years as was 1.-THE
Frozen Pirate" The most thrilling ad-
ventures that bAfall w. Clark Russelps most
/ daring hero become as every day happen
ings compared with the hair breadths es-
capes by sea and land of this leisurely young
hero. Naturally. there are auy number Of
Desdemonas that love him for the dangers
\ he has passed.
Many persons who have heard the young
man relate his remarkable adventures are
| inclined TO set the stories down as the fig
ments OF transcendental imagination-an
imagination untrammeled by oonsidera-
ton OF such pretty things as dates, or per-
sons, or places. For such doubling Thomases
he has one reply: "You don't believe
little finger"
ut was down in Guatemala few years
ago" the Captain at Fifteen" as he is
known among his admiring associates,
usually begins. II had arrived on the eve
OF one Of those frequent revolutions that
disturb the Spanish-American states. I
Immediately declared for the rebels and
was made captain of a company of artil-
lery."
STARTLING, BUT TRUE.
After q detailed account of several skir-
mlshes, in each of which he was wounded,
the captain tells Of his first pitched battle
The armies had marched down into a val
ley, while his own and one of the enemy's
batteries banged away at each other from
opposite nights. Finally continued the
captain, 1--WE got out of ball.
II glanced around, and what should see
lying near by but an old chain shot, proba-
bly, left by Cortez, the Spanish discoverer,
centuries ago. / had my men put it in our
biggest gun, and we fred. Unfortunately
the aim Of our gunner wasn't very good,
and the long chain, with the ball at each
end. passing harmlessly over the enemy,
wrapped itself around tree in their rear.
The enemy took up that shot and re-
turned it. | heard it come hurting through
the air and involuntarily threw up my
hand. felt something, as il a bee had
stung me, and, looking saw that a small
piece had been knocked off the middle joint
OF the little finger. You can still see the
soar" Sure enough. The captains story
was true, for there was a small scar exactly
where he said the chain had grazed.
w ell, the captain goes on, 1--WE found
that chain shot wrapped around a tree in
our rear and we fired it back. The enemy
again returned it, and I'll be - IL that
performance didn't continue until darkness
put an end to the battle"
The revolutionists, 1t appears, were finally
beaten and price was set on the captains
head. After walking thousands of miles
through swamps infested by poisonous SER
points and noxious insects he arrived at a
seaport the name OF which he has forgotten.
Thence he took passage for Cadiz, Spain.
The officers and Grew died Of yellow fever
on the voyage, and the young captain, I'M
aided, brought the vessel safely into port
REAL DON JUAN, THIS.
He remained In the country but a short
time, angry brothers and jealous husbands
making matters trifie TOO warm for even
bis adventurous spirit A jealous woman,
too, tried to stab him, and he still bears on
the middle joint Of his left little finger the
scar of the wound inflicted by her stiletto,
At exactly the same time that the captain
was fighting in Guatemala he was, accord
ing to later stories. on board his maiesty's
ship ThHnderer, bombardipg Alexandria.
After the fall Of that city he went ashore.
and returned laden with booty which he had
picked up in the streets, where 1t had been
left by the looting mob. Out of curiosity
the captains listeners once calculated the
weight Of the articles he took aboard A
fair estimate of the yards and yards Of fine
SAAAo SAaO AO HOuhu dEOuuQ LIS DOuy
the bottles Of ottar of roses and
other delicate perfumes and the
pounds of fine Turkish tobacco that
he stuffed into his trousers, and the
Damascus blades and handsome rugs with
which he loaded bag, places the weight ct
about 600 pounds The captain is
stout young fellow, though, and the
weight did not trouble him. On his way to
the boat he was attacked by a mob. Un-
armed, and incumbered as he was, he beat
them of, though in punching one fellow on
the head he broke the little finger of his left
hand.
If you ever happen to meet the captain
notice this finger. You may still ses a
slight scar where the broken bone protruded
through the skin.