The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1899-05-11
says chat one evening near the beginning of

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the ar he was arrest ed while sitting in
the plaza, on what charge he never knew.
For several weeks he was kept in one of
the larger dungeons, alternately chained
to the wall and the bench, with fifty
others, many of whom were his personal
friends, all respected citizens of Habana.
and all, like himself, ignorant of the cause
of arrest. Having powerful relatives and
a clear conscience, he hourly expected re-
lease. But days dragged by, and months,
and years-till hope deferred died within
him. Finally, having had nett her trial
nor examination, he was placed in the
third and foremost of ''nest'' of cells
a narrow hollow in the rock, not long
enough to allow man to stretch out on
floor, and fastened to the wall by chain
too short to admit lying down. Fortu-
nately the tomb had no door, SO at mid day
a feeble glimmer of light was visible from
the aperture near the top of the outer
dungeon, and his voice reminded the care
less guard to bring his food, or other
wise he would have starved Doubtless
his people made efforts in his behalf but
he had no knowledge of it; and when he
was released, four years later, parents.
brother and sisters were all dead-every
relative sacrificed in the long struggle
In course of our explorations we enter
ed a subterranean passage-or rather, a
series of them, SO low and narrow that
We could just squeeze through by stoop-
ing, and so totally dark that it was i'm
possible to see an inch before the eve.
Striking matches frequently, and hold
ing each others hands for fears of pit
falls, we penetrated the tunnel half a
mile or more. The path to unknown
perils sloped steeply, turning short curves
and diverging to other passages, all trend
| ing downward into the blackness of etern-
al night. At intervals iron gratings were
felt beneath the feet, and rusty gates were
seen, now open wide; and presently the
sound of the sea was heard, dashing upon
rocks somewhere below. What diaboli-
cal mystery lies beyond was necessarily
left to conjecture Our one box Of matches
was almost spent and the guide refused
to tarry. Promising ourselves to return
with lanterns at no distant day we reluc-
family crept back to the world of men
| There is little doubt that here may be
found proof of terrible tales extant-of
doomed men driven through secret pass
ages at the point of the bayonet, until
they plunged through some death trap in
the darkness, or dropped into the ocean
at the end of the tunnel,
Moro Castle is considerably smaller
than Cabanas, and apparently had fewer
gruesome secrets. Its dungeons are SINH
lar, though far less numerous, the large
cells with rings in the walls and rows of
benches with beams above them and
chains dangling from all. Each prison
/ has its chapel, with altar, now dismanted,
and holy water fount-intended not for
| the consolation of terrified wretches con
demned to death, but for the spiritual
welfare of their jailers. The Moro con
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viz, crematory, with two ovens, for re-
] ducing the dead to ashes. 1t is all com
| plete, and having recently been cleaned
by the American authorities, is now in
excellent condition. How many "mortal
frames have here been turned to mother
dust, there is now no means of knowing,
/ Of no
doings in these prisons, they were destroy
ed or carried away by the Spaniards Not
far from the ovens Is a kind of chute, cut
into the stone, through which the debris
of bones, ct cetera was dumped into the
surf, which at high tide comes raging into
an immense cistern ii Ike space, far below
| Probably the last named spot answers to
what is known outside as 1.-THE well, - into
which-so says tradition-hundreds of
living men have been dropped, bound
| hand and foot, to drown or be dashed to
death on the rocks, or furnish food for
sharks-Asi bios quire, las God Wills
1t is said that before the surrender the
Spaniards obliterated the worst secrets of
Moro and Cabanas, consgning nipple
ments of torture which would have shamed
the Inquisition, cannon and other valua-
bles, to eternal oblivion beneath the sea-
Few guns are left, and those neither
antique nor servcable, the oldest beari ng
date of 1856
FANNIE BRIG HAM WARD.
Itch on human cured in 80 minutes by
Woolford's Sanitary Lotion. This never