The National tribune., 1899-01-19
GUERRILLA LIFE IN CUBA.
Continued from first pase.)

you what it is; they get me drunk just
for their own fun, and then report me
if | say word too much-say +" (coni
dentially) 81 have luck-piece that
took from a dead Spanish soldier last
year, and you can have it, Don Tomas,
if you'll take me for your shop-boy.
It's wrapped up in the bag where
keep my clothes
"That's where you made your mis-
take, Joe"
"You mustn't wrap it, must your"
he inquired, anxious to profit by North
American data Of information on q
question of such Importance.
"No, of course not, Joe how can you
expect it to bring you good luck if you
didn't wear it around your neck? Every
thing went wrong. didn't it, after you
wrapped it away?"
Joe dived in the past and nodded
assent. "But you can have it now
if you want to" said he, not without q
trace of lingering hope that he might
be permitted to keep both his job and
his amulet.
"We'll talk that over" said 1 ego
and get your bag now, Joe, and I'll
step across and see one of the officers"
Joe limped away, but diverged to the
Paso de Penas, the bowlder boulevard,
at the outskirts of our camp, where he
squatted down to wait the results of my
intercession.
"Why, of course you can have him."
said Lieut.. Salinez, our Assistant Quar-
termaster pro tenn. "Holgar, in fact,
promised you a sandpaper Adjutant,
you remember; only he was afraid to
bother you with scamp like Joe. He
doesn't steal; that's about all the good |
can say of him.
sAnd that's just all / came to find
out" l replied; and Joe Urban was
permitted to undertake his struggle
for existence under the shield of my
shingle roof.
A STRANGE VISITOR.
The next two days we're murky, drip |
ping mists hanging about our rocks, and
occasional thunder peals echoing up from
the glens of the coast range, but then
the wind veered to the northwest, and |
the sun of the following morning rose
ON cloudless sky.
Joe was sweeping my shop and dis
cussing a plan of devoting the afternoon
to grape and berry hunt, when we
heard our dog bark-an infaliible
sign that there was either something
wrong or stranger in sight. Cabrona
ranged the camp in the interest of our
pothunters now and then, but had been
taught to announce the transit Of game
by low whine.
eco and see what's the matter, Joe,"
said l, after trying in vain to get peep
through the festoons of drying jackets in
front of our tabernacle.
90, please, step out here, Don
Tomas" said he when he came back,
still shouldering his homemade broom;
g it is girl, and maybe you can make
out what she is talking about They
cannot understand her at ALL
"There she is he whispered, as we
stepped in sight of a bushwhacker as
sembly gathered about girl of II to
IA years, who had suddenly turned up
in front of the mule-shed few minutes
knew from whence or
for what purpose. She was chattering
away in evident excitement, and every
now and then pointed towards the river
valley, but the representatives of four
or five nations looked at each other in
hopeless bewilderment.
"There was a settlement of Biscayans
down there few years ago" said Lieut..
Estevan, sand l could make out a good
deal of their patois, but this delegate
beats me. She must be talking pure
Baskish or some other language l don't
know word about. Please make way
there and let our Yankee friend try his
luck; maybe he can mind-read her