The record-union., 1897-04-21

Well, he came to Cabana, and when
he entered he asked:
On what side is Sanguily's cell?'
That one over there, he was told
by am officer, who pointed to mine
He walked on the other side. He did
not even pass by my cell, though it
lay in the way he would have taken
naturally. Then he asked:
"'Where does he get his food-here
or from the outsider
He was told that my meals were
sent in, but that l sometimes bought
milk and made coffee. Then he went
away. One day after that my wife
came. That was one of my extraor-
binary privileges She was sometimes
allowed to see me. l made coffee,
using some milk I had bought that
morning-one cup for her, one for my
self. Soon after drinking that coffee
We both became very i'll. Our symp-
toms were the same-nausea.
L looked at the milk which remain
ed. 1t looked green. | was suspicious.
The milk which remained l gave to my
wife and asked her to have it examined
| by physician in order to prove what
1 now believe to be the truth, that an
cittOilipl was utdue " nave IllC Vic Ii
prison, and so have the question of
my release settled. She concealed a lit
tie of the milk and took it away with
| her.
DO you think it was examined? Oh,
no. Not a physician in Havana dared
to test it for fear it would come to
Spanish ears; not, perhaps, that poison
had been found, but that a physician
h., dow 10.
WARNED BY A SPANISH OFFICER.
That was not ALL There reached
me secretly about that time letter
! from a Spanish officer with whom
had been friendly. He is a man of
high rank l will not sacrifice him by
giving you his name. Eat nothing,
drink nothing, which does not come to
you from the hands of those to whom
you would trust your life he wrote.
L knew well what that warning meant.
1 drank no more milk. l was more
| careful than ever
TO say you are an American, I'M
der some circumstances, is to make
| sure of brutal treatment-that is if it
| is thought that the matter Will be kept
| quiet. This is because of the hatred
against citizens of this country.
Il will give you an example. One
! day a man came to see me. AS he came
| along ten prisoners had just been
| brought in from the interior and were
| on their way to prison. | do not know
what the charge against them was. AS
my friend passed them he saw that a
mob had surrounded them and was
striking and abusing them in spite of
the civil guard, who had them in
charge. The guard, in fact, was al
! lowing them to be treated 50 While
apparently trying to protect them.
Suddenly one of the prisoners (his
| hands We're tied behind him and he
could not resist cried out:
Stop; l am an American citizenn
''He thought to save himself. There
was a cry from the crowd and it rush
ed upon him. The other prisoners were
| forgotten for the time. Every one
wanted to strike and kick the Ameri-
can. The guards made no more pre-
| lenses. They attacked him as the mob
did. That man was carried into Ca
bana He had been so badly hurt that
| he could not walk
! MY friend did not know his name.
! There is no way of telling now who
/ he was. If died from the wounds he
| got that day it was easy to say that
he had resisted the civil guard or tried
to escape, and easy to prove it, too.
SHOOT THE AMERICANS
| 'Once when l heard another man say
| he was an American / heard immedi-
ately the cry, Los Laurelesi Los Lau-
relesi' That is where prisoners are
shot, as I shall tell you. They meant
| Take him to the LaurelS and shoot
him.
4 saw Henry Delgado, another Amer
| lean, of whose case you know. He was
with ten or twelve prisoners brought
| in from Pinar del Rio, / think. He
| looked like a dying man then. He man
aged to get a letter to me telling me
who he was, and 1 in return was able
to send word asking him what 1 could
| do Send word to General Lee he
replied | was able to do considera bic
for him before he died in the hospital.
"Ona Milton, an American, one of
the Competitors crew, was very
i'll when / last saw him. He was in a
cell with thirty-two others. What was
the nature of his illness? l said he
was in one of those cells with thirty
two other men, all fighting for a
breath of fresh air. That is enough.
He was very i'll, and no wonder. Heat
| and dampness and foul air and vile
food will kill any MANTLE weaker
first
"Oh, yes. 1 promised to tell you of
Los Laureles-the walk of the Laurels.
That is the space in the rear of the
prison where they shoot the men they
dare kill outright l saw fifty-six taken
out to be shot there. Every one of
them was marched past my cell, which
was No. Al, the first of a row. Fifty
six, and not a coward among them,
One was no older than he Isl
General Sanguily and 1 were talking
in the parlor of Egelbert Fares,
his brother-in-law, at No al West
Fourteenth street. In Illustrating the
age of the young Cuban whom he saw
going TO see the sun for the last time
| among the laurels, he pointed to Mr..
Fares son, a curly headed boy of 10.
BOY DIED LIKE A HERO.
THE boy went like the rest he con-
tinued, with his head erect and his
face calm. 1t was wonderful They
would not show fear or sorrow. The
hour was usually in the morning A
file of soldiers went to a cell l could
see them pass mine and hear them
halt before another The officer called
out a name. A door opened and was
closed. ! could hear the tramp as they
| went away. So could we all
Then we waited in silence for min