The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1905-08-11
Miss Elsie Morgan, Who Alone of
Twelve Escaped Death,
TELL AWFUL STORY
Or Her Own Experience on the Trading
Schooner Olympia. Her Narrative
of Horrors Discount the Bloody
Deeds of the Seventeenth
Century Buccaneers,
Century Buccaneers.

Miss elsie Morgan, sole survivor
among the twelve passengers and
crew OF the British Honduras trading
schooner Olympia, who saw every
other soul on board butchered by one
gigantic negro buccaneer, has 80 far
recovered from the shock produced by
those scenes as TO be able to give q de-
tailed statement Of this outrage,
which transcends In horror the cruel
est deeds Of the Old West Indian pi.
rates.
Miss Morgan still lies physically
suffering at El Pfoverno, In British
Honduras, whittier she was taken by
rescuers, who found her, half dement,
ed, wandering on the beach to which
she had sWun after the black bucca-
neer had left her for dead in the wa.
tor hal' q mile from shore. Her story
the first and only one she has told
which is sent herewith, invests the
facts already published throughout
the world with tragic p'cturesqueness
possible only in the statement Of an
eye. WITHSTAND, in this case, of q
girl who, through all that awful
night Of July /, knew that she herself
was designed for y fate worse than
death.
The facts leading up to the begin
ming Of Miss Morgan's narrative are
these: The little trading schooner
Olympia, plying between the islpnd
Of Utilla and Truxillc, twenty. five
miles away ON the Honduras main.
land, had bscn lyirg At its island pier
for several dayslonding with merchan-
disc for coast points. 1T was quite
generally known tnat the captain had
on board 8 considerable sum Of money
In gold, with which he was to buy
cattle on the maitland. This amount
was only tho equivalent Of about $500
In United States currency, but in the
minds Of negro lahorers about the
pier 1t assupoed fabulous proportions.
Que OF these was o gigantic speci.
men named Robert McField, we'll
known to all the island inhabitants.
He was more than usually we'll cdu
Gated fer u OF his race aud tore a
fair reputation. At dusk on June 80,
after tue captain, accompanied by
the mate, bad thOrC uGn)y inspected
the schooner and crew to To sure that
no Suspicious character Wss aboard.
the little vessel, with twelve souls
aboard, threw OF its lines and dropped
quietly out Of the harbor, for Truxille.
In his confession, made az he was
about to be hanged, McField tells
how. before the schooner vas out Of
the harhor, be rowed cut TO her ia the
darkness, climbed aboard unnoticed
and concealed himself in the hold,
armed with q w~inchestes rile aud a
revolver. Willie the burly negro
. Sn,llyfI Eolnvr urottin,, fD. N ,,.D.lt;~,,o
moment TO put his murderous plot in
to execution, these passengers and
members Of the crew we're on deck
under the brilliant tropical sky, un-
conscious Of danger:
Miss Elsie Morgan, Utilla.
Waiter Rose, aged % years, Util'a
Indiana Rose, his wife, aged 20
years, Utilla.
Six-weeks old baby Of Mrs. Rose,
Utilla.
Adela Boldcn, twelve years old,
Utilia.
Captain White Bush, aged forty,
maste( OF tbs Olympia, Lynn, Mass.
Vm Wick Hydos, aged thirty eight
yea1s, mate Of Olympia, Bay Island.
&elson BUdGcn, sailor, Uailla.
lDeton Nickcraon, sailor, aged thir.
NY two years, Connecticut.
~ William Ct direy, sailor, aged TWEEN.
Z ty- five years, Bay Island.
Amos -, negro cook.
At 10 o'c.Qck ia tie evening, when
about four miles out from lhe island,
all vent below except Hydcs, the
mate, and Bodden, il waS at the
wheel. Miss inorganic narrative fol-
lows:
MISS MoRGAN's ACCOUNT.
The following articio was prepared
for the New York American by Miss
Elsie Morgan:
That awful night u es back In all
my dreams l shall never forget IL.
That back bfast'N Eurdarous fury,
the groans Of lis victims, the lcering
smile on his lips rs he threw my sis,
ter's baby into the Gea, tho fate he
promised nee, win be With me always.
1t was q most beautiful night, wish
a soft breeze Blowing aud the heavens
ablaze with stars We were on deck
Till after 10 o'clock, my sister and L,
her husband and tie other paSsen.
gers, n It seemed \ pity TO go below
with such lUycliness all about am
sure that no Que suspected the slight
est danger.
l went to my cabin with Mrs. Rose,
my sister, and tho baby, and soon we
were asleep. It cid not seem that |
had slept more than o minute when a
sound OF &c I'll rg on deck awakened
me. Then several shots were fired.
We were so alarmed as This that my
sister and | ran to the hatchway.
Captain Bush was ascending the lad
der. We hailld Linn and he TUNED.
Go back TO your cabin" said tho
captain. And then he bounded on
deck.
We remained at the foot OF the lad
der wondering. Suddenly there was
another succession Of SGots In quick
succession, mingled with sounds OF
failing bodies aud The screams OF men
1t was horrible. We could not re.
main where We were In uncertainty.
We mOuDted the LADDER and pecred
out on deck. The sight was awiul.
The sailor, Boadcn, whom we had
seen at tho wheel, lay face down on
the deck quite still. Between the
mainmaSt and the wheel, looking big.
ger than eyer In the Hood OF starlight,
almost bare TO his waist, with a rifle
In his hand, stood the big negro,
Robert McField. ! had g him
many times and knew hirn instantly.
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