Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-05-22

man and lit one of those long black ci- gars smoked by the Cubans and runi- mated upon my position
 Fainter and fewer came the gasps of the dying man until I thought every one would be his last. At about 8 o'clock ln the morning the rattle came Into his throat, and few minutes later, With long, shuddering sigh, he died
 did not doubt for a moment what direction to take. Southwest Pedro had said, and southwest was going. I strapped the dead guide machete about me, released his horse, and taking my directions from the north star struck off through the woods toward Las Tunas. l walked steadily until morning, climb ing over hills that in the daylight I would have probably regarded as im- passable. On the brow of one of these, just at sunrise, I spread my blanket for nap.
 1t was afternoon when awoke I inn mediately made up my mind to go ahead and trust to luck. I was heartily tired of night hawking. Consequently after another bite at sandwich I start ed once more oil my journey. I rode steadily along until just before sundown, when came suddenly upon two men sitting at campfire broiling the meat of some animal they had killed.
 They sprang for their guns and in an instant were hidden behind the trees. held up my hands, palms forward, after the Indian fashion, i'll token of surren- der. knew that any attempt ct flight would have proved fatal. They did not show themselves, but I rode straight up to the campfire and dismounted. One of the mon came from behind his tree, and greeted him with "Buenas dias, amigo mic. He replied in English, asking who was and where I was bound. Seeing they were Cubans, told them in 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 cool drink of water from a neighboring spring.
 On the following morning we started bright and early, and at o'clock in the afternoon I rode into the camp of the insurgent chief, Masso. He was seated before his tent when arrived and well comed me heartily I talked with him for an hour or more. I found General Masso a most refined man as well as 6 most earnest patriot.
 General Masso is already a rich man and is wrapped up heart and soul in the Cuban cause. In speaking of the cause he said, "Our affiliations are naturally with the United States, but between Spain and cur country there is nothing but blood stains and broken hearts
 General Masso's camp occupied a small clearing ill the forest near Las Arenas. I was told that the Cubans were never forced to go more than a mile or two from their eneampments when driven out This can readily be- lieve from the character of the country around Masso' camp.
 started away after breakfast with an escort of 12 men in the direction of Bayano. Nothing exciting occurred to enliven the trip. The escort took me within two miles of the town and al- most within eyesight of the Spanish outpost Here they bado mo godspeed and left me.
 rode slowly on and had arrived d. most at the outskirts of the town before I was seen. Then two Spanish soldiers came up and escortodme before Captain Ramiro, who questioned mo closely re, garding my identity. He seemed to be pretty good fellow, for he swallowed my sugar drummer story without a word