The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-19

ence. still beating the mate about the
head. When he attempted to interfere,
the fellow ordered him sternly in to the
deckhouse, and he obeyed. In the deck
house the Norwegian carpenter, and
Candereau, the French ANA were
sleeping, both of whom were among
the honest men. The boy Early told
them What had occurred. his story be-
ing corroborated by the screeches of
ran out n found the unfortunate fell
low with his arm broken and his face
horribly mutilated.
Who's that?' he cried, as he heard
steps approaching.
It's me-the carpenter"
For Gods sake, get me into the
cabin!''
The carpenter had stopped with the
intention of doing so, but Marsolino,
one Of the c~onspirators, hit him on the
back OF the neck and knocked him
down. The blow was not a dangerous
one, but the carpenter took it as a sign
h a he should mind his W business,
for he went back with impotent tears
to his deckhouse. In the meanwhile
Blanco, who was the giant Of the party.
with the help of another mutineer, had
raised Karswell and hurled him, still
yelling for help, over the bulWarks into
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ed, but he was not the first to die.
The first of those below to hear the
dreadful m from the deck was
the captains brother. George Smith
h one who had come for a pleasure
trip. He ran up the companion and had
his head beaten to pieces with hand
spikes as he emerged. OF the personal
characteristics of this pleasure-tripper,
h only item which has been handed
down lS Tha grim fact fhof haL U-oc ca
slight that one man was able to throw
his dead body overheard. The captain
had been aroused al the same time and
had rushed from the room into the cab
in. Thither he was followed by Leon,
Watto and Lopez, who stabbed him to
death with their knives. There only
remained Taffir, the second mate, and
his adventures may be treated with less
reticence since they were happier in
their outcome.
He was awakened in the first gray Of
lawn by the smashing and hammering
upon the companion. To so experienced
a seamen those sounds at such an hour
could have carried but one meaning,
and that the most terrible which an
officer at sea can ever learn. With a
sinking heart he sprang from his bunk
and rushed to the companion. It was
choked by the SPRAYING figure of the
captains brother, upon whose head a
rain of blows was still descending. In
trying to push his way up, Taffir re-
ceiyed a crack which knocked him
backwards. Half distracted, he Rushed
back into the cabin and turned down
the lamp, which was smoking badly
a graphic little touch which helps US to
realize the agitation of the last hand
which lit it. He then caught sight Of
the body OF the captain, pierced with
many stabs, lying in his blood-mottled
niShtSown upon the carpet. Mortified
at the sight, he ran back into his berth
and locked the door, waiting in q help
less culver of apprehension for the
next move of the mutineers. He may
not have been Of a very virile charac-
ter. Il the circumstances were enough
to shake the most st~out-hearted. 1t is
not an hour at which a man is at his
best, that chill hour of the opening
dawn, and to have seen the two men,
with whom ne had supped the night
before, lying in their own blood, seems
TO have completely unnerved him.
Shivering and weeping, he listened,
with straining ears. for the footsteps
which would be the forerunners of
death.
AT last they came, and of half a dozen
at least, dumping heavily down
the braSs-clamped steps of the COM
panlon. y hand beat roughly upon his
door and ordered him out. He knew that
his frail lock was no protection, so he
turned the key and stepped forth. It
might We'll have frightened a stouter
man, for the murderers We're all there,
Leon, Carlos. Santos, Blanco, Duranno,
Watto, dreadful looking folk, most of
them at the best of times, but now.
armed with their dripping knives and
crimson cudgels. and seen in h dim
morning light. as terrible a group as
writer Of nan has conjured
up in his Imagination. The Manila men
stood in a silent semi-circle round the
door, with their savage Monaghan
faces turned upon him.
What are you going to do with
.e?m he cried. Are you going to kill
me?" He tried to cling to Leon as he
spoke, for as the only one who could
speak English he had become the
No" said Leon, 1--WE are not going
Kill you. But we have killed the