Arizona republican., 1898-09-22
SAILOR WHO SAW DREYFUS.
Tale Told by Man Who Was Sent 10 Devils Island 10 Teach Cooking.

In recent issue of "Kuche und Kel- Ter" Karl Weinheber, cook Of the Meth erland steamship Andalusia. gives this account of a visit to Devils island:
 Our ship, the Netherland steamship Andalusia. was anchored off Devils island on April 1 after visit to Cay enrne, when we were hailed from shore. At the same time small boat put off, manned by soldiers. They came alongside to ask the cap tain for the loan of cook, while the iAndalusia was waiting for freight. The cook of the little garrison had broken his arm, they said, and our cook was to teach one of their men. so that he might be able to attend to the kitchen until another was sent by the comman- der.
 The captain sent me to the island, and while busy in the little kitchen instructing 9 soldier in the mysteries of broiling lamb chops and cooking pork I had plenty of opportunity to question Captain Dreyfus's guards. The men, who had at first seemed disin- clined to speak, became quite loqTa- cious after awhile. He" was not so i'll 1 treated as those in the world seemed to think: ''he" is not confined; he can go everywhere on the island. or course, two men are always at his heels. sHe' gets up between and ln the morning, and his first breakfast consists Of a cup of chocolate. If the weather is good "he" goes for a walk soon afterward and winds up his prom enade by bath.
 1 But are you not afraid he might swim away or commit suicide?" asked.
 Not at all," said the soldiers, flor a rope is fastened to both his wrists, and the ends Of the rope are in the hands Of the guard. After the bath he takes his second breakfast-butter, bread, ham and eggs and bottle of beer. Then he goes in for study. He reads and writes for several hours What kind of books has he got?" Tho soldiers looked at each other. Ali ter awhile one Of them said: "He is only allowed to read technical works. But he can write whatever he pleases. He is now writing an account of his life''
 ] Must he show you what he writes?" l NO; we read only the letters he de- sires to have forwarded These are sent to the commander at Cayenne" [ and writing?'
 Two weeks ago we received permis- sion from the commander to play cards with the prisoner, and he has become an inveterate gambler since. After dinner-he has always soup, a roast and desserl-about 2 o'clock in the af ternoon we always play baccarat to- gether.'
 1 What are the stakes?" l The soldier laughed "He has not got 6 sou and there are probably not three francs on the whole island. We play for shells. The prisoner gets his sup per at in the evening-roast or ham and a bottle of beer. Soon afterward | he goes to bed. He is not allowed to have any light, you know. Only the guard at the door keeps up wood fire. He says the hours from to 10 are his worst He cannot go to sleep before 10 o'clock and the guard is not allowed to answer any questions he may put. Tn the daytime we may talk to him, but only on the most trifiing subjects, the weather. his health, etc. Our own country is not to be mentioned"
 ''Is he allowed to smoke?"
 No; that is, I think he is not, for i the commander does not furnish him 1 CODaCCO.
 May I leave some cigars for him ?' 1 The soldier did not answer. 1 emp tied my tobacco pouch and my cigar caes3 on the table. l hope he got what I left for him.
 As I was about to return to my ship saw a man, followed by two soldiers, approaching from the strand. Dreyfus! He seemed to have heard of my pres ence and measured me with question ing looks His lips moved but he did not speak. He is q middle-sized man, cadaverous and Of 6 yellow complex i ion. His eyes are deep in their sock cts, he walks with stoop and his fore head is furrowed. He is growing old .rapidly, no doubt.
 Dreyfus whispered with his guard ard when the latter had nodded assent, walked up to me and shook me by the hand. Bring my good wishes to the wide world" he said, in a voice quiv-- ering with emotion. Then ha walked slowly toward his hut, where he re- mained standing at the door, waving his hand as my boat dashed into the pillows Half an hour later we were on our way home.
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