The National tribune., 1898-12-08
GUERRILLALIFE In CUBA.
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the black cattle have taken to the highlands
Only pigs in the neighborhood now. We
might stalk one or two if we take look al
that orchard"
"Listen. heard door open," said the
Sergeant. There is somebody in that
house perhaps tramp or Spanish de
serter."
The refugee was starved-looking hound
that came out on the porch to reconnoiter,
and at sight of the strangers made break ioI
the woods.
Don't shoot; that's no cur" said the
Lieutenant "Old SmaIt's watch dog,
guess, trying to take care of the place, poor
BRUTE and getting hunger and kicks for hi:
pay Here +! come here, doggy Let's coax
him back and give him bite to eat"
For moment the old hound hesitated at
the edge of the thicket, looking wistfully at
the intruders, but then shrunk back, the pre-
ponderance of mistrust being too extreme,
and soon vanished in the jungle.
"How the wonder can the unlucky beast
keep alive?" asked.
"The patron saints of the poor know, "
said the Lieutenant Perhaps he has
learned to catch rats or get scraps from the
"Quiclz there are pigs in that orchard,
sure enough" said one of the soldiers, and
almost at the same moment the Sergeant
raised his rifle and blazed away at a sow with
a litter of pigs and two half-grown relatives
that were scrambling up the slope with the
evident intention of gaining the shelter of a
brambly ravine. A second shot set one of
the yearlings a-squealing and seemed to have
Al - l1I
of its hindlegs.
l was almost ashamed to add to the
troubles of the gaunt- looking brutes, but the
credit of our Mausers was at stake, and the
next time the drove came fairly in view
fired two shots that silenced the squealer and
for moment brought the troop to stand
They were apparently framing resolution
of protest, when whole volley went off
together and sent the old SOW flying to
shelter. Only four Of her half dozen pigs
were able to follow her; the rest and the
other yearling were kicking about in the
weeds, deploring the results of Instruction
"Good one mule-load bagged," said the
Sergeant, when we had collected the rewards
of our craftsmanship. "How would it do to
stick them away in one of the outbuildings,
and take peep at the upper sierra before
we turn back? We could send couple of
our foragers down tomorrow to fetch up the
cargo together"
Yes; let's take a look at the highlands, by
all MEANS" said the Lieutenant. but this
is good place for lunch; that spring at the
end of the garden is better than Toms
The forenoon had been rather warm, but the
dread Of cold drinks in the heat is unknown
among our Spanish-American neighbors
The idea of eating in the heat, on the other
hand, scares them even after hard march,
and our scouts generally passed their noon
day recess under the canopy of some shade
tree, reserving their allowance Of comestibles
for the bivouac
While our men were indulging at the free
dispensary, accompanied the guide
70 the deserted dwelling-house. 1t was a
relied log building of three large rooms and
IN attic, with an open fireplace at either
md, and raised platform like guard house
punk, running along three sides of the mid
lie room The windows had been smashed,
while the slate roof was still in good order,
md the marauders had spared a sort of stair
,ase ladder that connected the kitchen with
he attic. But they had taken everything
Use.
" Mr.. Esmar had lot of town-made fur
,iture," said the guide, "and a trunk full
If good clothes, besides knicknacks and col
ections of strange, dried animals. The Span
sh scouts took all his clothes when they
arrested him. and the Pelados cOllared the
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