The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-02-22

heroism and cool daring that has rarely
been excelled in the annals of war
fare"
Rowan Tells His Story.
"Upon the outbreak of hostilitIes
with SPAIN" says Lieutenant Rowan,
in McClure's, II was the instrument
chosen by the war department for
learning more of the military possibIl-
tiles OF eastern Cuba. At noon on SAT-
urday, April 20, 1898, reached No. -
East Queen street, Kingston, Jamaica,
where / placed myself in the hands Of
unknown friends. Three hours later
a four-seated carriage, drawn by two
small Jamaica horses, was driven rap
idly up to the door. The moment
entered the negro driver leaned for
ward, plying his whip, and we whirled
furEously through the narrow streets
and out the Spanish Town road. Four
miles from the city we stopped with
a Jolt in the midst Of dense tropical
forest. A second carriage, containing
four men, came up in a cloud of dust,
wheeled out and passed us. My driver
whipped his reeking horses and fol-
lowed closely. In this way we raced
up the beautiful tropical valley of the
Cobra river and came at dusk to Bog
Walk, near which we halted for n few
moments for food and change of
horses, and then drove onward again
at the same killing pace. During oil
this. time no one had spoken q word
to me, and l had presumed to ask no
questions.
at must have been nearly 10 O'Clock
that night when both carriages drew
suddenly. to .standstIll. 1t was dark
and hot and breathlessly silent. From
the Jungle came presently ShrIll
whistle. Men appeared in the middle
az the road. There was n short whIs-
uered parley, and then we entered our
carriages again and the journey was
continued, not quite SO furiously. An
hour later we halted at n little shack
like farm house, where supper awaited
US After a glass of rum all around 1
was introduced to one, Gervaclo Sable,
who was charged with my safe dellv-
cry into the hands Of General callxto
Garcia. Gervacio was much lighter In
complexion than almost any other Gu
ban had seen-a tall, wiry, determined
man, with fierce. dropping mustnche
that gave him the aspect Of q Carrib-
bean pirate.
again on the road, the horses raced
along at steady pace until some time
after midnight, when we were matted
by whistle signals in a field Of sugar
cane Here we left our carriages. A
walk Of q mile brought us to a grove
Of cocoa palms, bordering PRETTY lit
tie bay. FIFTY yards out on the water
a small fishing smack lay dim and si-
Isnt. Although we made no sound, n
IIIht flashed out for n single instant
on the boat. Gervuclo, the pirate,
Rruuted his satisfaction and answered
the signal.
From Jamaica to Cuba.
am a hoarse whisper Gervacio i'm
pressed upon me the great necessity of
caution, When we had escaped the
jamaican authorities the Cuban coast
lay a hundred miles to the north. 1t
was patrolled night and dny by the
Spanish Ianchas.' or coast guard boats.
II we were signalled by one OF these
sentinel ships we were to hoist the
French nag and lie fiat in the bottom
Of our boat. II the spNnlntds were still
suspicious and insisted on running
alUn Tide wo were to rise at signal
and give them volley, Perhaps we
might drive them OF; II not. we knew
our fate. My companions were fllbus-
tiers and was a spy. And thus, with
Gervaclo swearing SOlemnly that he
and hls men would stand by the Amer
lcano, ] climbed on the moist shoulders
Of Cuban sailor and was borne out
through the surf.
"A guntlO brssza caught our sails,