Morning journal and courier., 1894-06-16
TALES OF TEN TRAvELRRs.
TcorcLuDED FROM FIRST rAar.l

~ "sss ~S~asA WAsA sAOuko OA sAo sou6" spartillo grass, led silently along the path vay for short distance and brought to title opening, where he could see there were many huts and great numbers of ns- sroes and where he was detained while . | whispered consultation was held.
 One voice, which he recognized as Pie ;ro's, was vehement for his instant death. | Others even insisted that he should be | made the victim of cannibalism. But at l last Q deep, sonorous voice was heard. 1 This one decided that his death should be postponed for the present, ss some advsn- tage might thus be possibly gained.
 Miguel was then led to . large pen, with broad leaves of the palma | de msnaca, with strong double walls of the llsya, pierced for rifles, into which he was thrust. But the blow he received in the face from Pietro's clenched fist as he was shut within the structure, was noth- Ing to the terror and apprehension caused by the mere name of the one from whom his temporary respite had come.
 That name was Csngalito.
 It was 8 name which sent Q shudder to every white mans heart in southern Cuba. It was @ name which filled the very air with deep and abiding dread. It lent a CT, hidden enemy to every covert, 8 hor- TOT to every night; and 1t was one which had palsied the entire fair Aguacste region almost with hopelessness and despair.
 Caugalito was an importation from Ja- msics by the enemies of tho slave system in Cubs. It was even whispered that agents of governments interested in the destruction of the slave trade was the secret power behind his mission. He was huge African who had been petty king in his native jungles. To the ignorant and superstitious Aguscate slaves he was to be a Messiah and deliverer, who should lead them to freedom and absolute posses sion of the land. Through him all of Cuba south of the central mountain range was to become the black kingdom of the Antilles.
 These prophecies had secretly preceded him while the blacks by turns became eo- static and insolent. When Cangalito final ly appeared he seemed ubiquitous He was here, there, everywhe. It is said that after he had reached Cuba no white man ever looked upon him and lived. Organ ized pursuit only met with disaster. Even bloodhounds were of no avail. Pack after pack was put to flight, or murdered like rabbits by the mysterious and powerful African. Many of the pursuing hounds were found beheaded, or their bodies ssv- cred by single machete blow.
 The man grew bolder, and left written demands upon the pillows of planters' beds that their slaves should be at once freed. At last strong military expeditions were sent against him into the jungles and mountains. They found no trace of Can galito, but immediately after the return of each expedition to Trinidad the command
 ing officer would be found dead in his bed Finally an oath bound organization of planters was formed for his extirpation A code of signals was introduced by which, should his presence bs learned of at any particular point, hundreds of armed men could almost instantly msss and surround
 him. Knowledge of this seemed to reach
 the black Messiah, and for @ time his &C., tivity apparently ceased. It was during
 this period of fsncied security that young Miguel had been captured and imprisoned upon the mountain beneath us, and had realized not only that he was in Cangali- to's power, but that some terrible plot was undoubtedly maturing for an uprising of the blacks of the district.
 He remained imprisoned for three dave. During this time he could hear the coming and going of great numbers of the ne groes. Those who came invariably brought
 supplies of food and weapons of every conceivable kind which were stored with
 in the pallsade, which was never opened save to provide Miguel with food or for
 the storage of these savage implements of death.
 Savage indeed were they, but still gro- tesque. There were hundreds upon hun dreds of guabrahaca clubs, knotted at the top, each as heavy as iron, and many were fitted with scraps of jagged metal. Piled beside these were hundreds more of the heavy sickle-like knives in use on the plan tations in cutting cane for the mills. There were scythes set in rude handles wound with espartillo grass, huge hoes, useless old carbines, ancient swords, worn | out pistols, stillettos and ld-knives in l numerable, and, more deadly than all, murderous nachetes by the hundreds, lighting. all cunniDgly abstraoted from near and far plantations and brought in stealth to this mountain arsenal by night. On the morning of the fourth day Mi. guel vas taken from his prison to the hut of Cangalito. The thongs were removed from his arms, and he stood there in the
 dark cabin wondering what new calamity was to bsfsll him as the black chieftain entered.
 Filled as he was with the terror of his situation, he could not but admire the physical stature of this dreaded leader of
 the Aguacate blacks. He was truly king
 ly for an African. With limbs, arms and body of a giant, his face and head
 were msrvelously Caucasian in mold and
 boise; while his mouth and eyes gave his
 fine features an expression of calm aud kindly benignity. More than this, his voice was music itself, deep, rich and sonorous, tender beyond any human tones the youth had ever heard.
 would speak with you, Miguel" said Cangalito. motioning his prisoner to a seat upon fresh carpet of the milk-white lenGua de vaca grass.
 He had spoken in his own tongue and Miguel unconsciously answered him in the same language:
 "1 am helpless to prevent any wish of Cangslito's."
 The huge African bowed his head as spoke to Miguel in Spanish and with 8 quick gesture of his arm towards a pile of brushwood and fagots lying upon 8 table like rock, through a Assure of which the dead trunk of a gusbrahaca tree rose like gray silhouette against the blus sky.
 "Senor, for your machete's blow upon Pietro's body, that was to have been your end"
 Horrible, horribleI" exclaimed Miguel shuddering at the thought of SO dreadful "ltu1u slSub OI ul6 own nome.
 No more horrible," returned Cangali to fsrcely, ''than the endless torture of my brethren by their inhuman mastersl"
 The man had instantly changed his manner of benignity to that of an sven- ging demon and Miguel quailed before him.
 "But the end will soon come;" he re- sumed placidly after little time. "Pa- ciencia, Cangalito, pacienois!' And then kindly and refectively again: "Miguel, you speak my native tonguea"
 ''IndiHerently."
 ''Indifferently is much," he muttered.
 "And Spanish, of coursea"
 'Yes, Capgslito."
 "And the Englisha'
 "Fairly we'll"
 "The French9"
 "Stin better"
 "And perhaps know something of Latin and GreekP'
 ''As taught in the University of Hava- na; yss:" .,,, our court;" he continued ss if thinking aloud. Then he quickly arose, took Nil guel by the hand and uttered the one word s'Comel"
 They wound in and out of the cabins and open spaces among countless groups of half naked blacks who lay in every con ceivable attitude of indolent repose in the and shadow of the mountain summit.
 "Thsse are but a few;" Cangalito said quietly.
 Then they proceeded to the outskirts of the camp. Where the ascending rocky sides stopped at the edge of the almost level plateau, they found & yeritable che