Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-05-16

tearing BY Ike o pack 4 hounds at fun
speed "Muzzlc the horses and then
help me dcn1I,' gaepcd the wounded
man family Before I had completed
this task the poor fellow fell heavily to
the earth. ! lifted him IN ny arms and
laid him under a tree a short distance
away. lie never rallied re@jn. ! forced
a little brandy down his throat and
loosaned his clothes Z tried to stanch
the flow Of blood with strips Of cloth
torn from his shirt aud "a heavy pad of
banana leaves. The bullet had entered
the back just below the lungs and close
TO the backbone.
/ sat down at the head of the dying
man and lit one Of those long black CT
CARS smoked Il the Cubans and rumi-
mated upon my position.
Fainter and fewer came the gasps Of
the dying man until l thought every
one would be his last. AT about 3
O'Clock IL the morning the rattle came
into his throat, and a few minutes later,
with a long, shuddering sigh, he died.
I did not doubt for q moment what
direction to take. Southwest Pedro had
said. and southwest I was going. I
strapped the dead guides machete about
me, released his horse, and taking my
directions from the north scar struck off
through the woods toward Las Tunas.
I walked steadily until morning, climb
Ing over hills hat in the daylight /
would have probably regarded as i'm
passable. On the brow of one of THESE,
just at sunrise, / spread my blanket for
a nap.
1t was afternoon when / aVoke. / inn
mediately made mp my mind to go
ahead and trust to luck. | was heartily
tired of night hawking. Consequently
after another bite at n sandwich / start
ed once more ON my journey. / rode
steadily along until just before shutdown,
when I came suddenly upon two men
sitting at a campfire broiling the meat
of some animal they had killed.
They sprang for their guns and in an
instant were hidden behind the trees. l
held up my hands, palms forward, after
the Indian fashion, in token of surren-
der. knew that any attempt at flight
would have proved fatal. They did not
show themselves, bat / rode straight up
TO the campfire and ~dismounted. One
Of the men came from behind his tree,
and | greeted him with II Buenas dias,
amigo milo" He replied in English,
asking who / was and where l was
bound. Seeing they We're Cubans, | told
them in a few words my object and
asked for their assistance. When they
became fully convinced of my identity,
nothing could have exceeded their hos
pitality. One Of them offsaddled and
tethered my horse, while the other
brought me q cool drink of water from
a neighboriug spring.
On the following morning we started
bright and early, and at 3 o'clock i'll the
afternoon / rode into the camp Of the
insurgent chief, Masso. lie was seated
before his tent when | arrived and vel.
coined me heartily. l talked with him
for gn hour or more. / found General
Masso a most refined ma as well as a
most earnest patriot.
General Masso is already a rich man
and is wrapped up heart and soul in thc
Cuban cause. IN speaking Of the cause
he said, 'fOur affiliations are naturally
with the United States, bat between
Spain and our couatry there is nothing
but blood stains and broken hearts"
General Easso's camp occupied {
small clearing in the forest near Las
Arenas. / WAS told that the Cuban;
We're never forced to go more than ,
mile or two from their enoampnients
when driven ont. This / can readily be
lieye from she character OF the country
around Nasso's camp.
| started away after breakfast will
an escort Of IL men in the direction Of
Bayamo. Nothing exciting occurred Il
enliyen the trip. The escort took me
within two miles Of the town and al
most within eyesight of the Spanish
outpost. Here they babe me godspeeC
and left me.
rode slowly ON and had arrived al
most at the outskirts Of the town before
/ was seen. Then two Spanish soldier
came up and escorted me before Captain
Ramiro, who questioned me closely re
garding my identity. He seemed to b
a pretty good fellow, for he swallowed