Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-03-10
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 There were years of continued revo- lution in Cuba before the final relin. quishment of the island by Spain by order of the United States. AS far back as fifty years ago filibusterlng exI editions went there from Florida. but revolution had not gathered sulii- cient strength for an auxiliary to be of benefit. Now and again leader would arise. but after brief resistance to Spanish tyranny would succumb. Usu- ally price was set upon his head.
 It was during the latter part of this period of incipient revolution that went to Cuba as sugar planter. My plantation was in the interior. but my office was in Havana. One day while Ut the former my coat was caught by portion of the machinery, and l was jerked toward instant death. One of my employees. Diaz Martin, of mixed Spanish and Aztec blood. pushed for ward and extricated me a few seconds before would have been manged but for him. had been carried to posi- ton so dangerous for any one to enter except with extreme caution that my rescuer's act was one of great bravery. It surprised me, for he had all the softness of manner possessed by his Aztec progenitors.
 took Martin with me to Havana and placed him in position where he might become valuable to himself as well as to me. But he was entirely un- educated. and l found few things of importance that he could do well. In order to benefit him l paid him more than he was worth. confess l con sidered him shiftess and with no fan cy for hard work. He remained with me several years. during which l tried him in many positions. in all of which he failed. One day I sent him out on an errand, and he did not come back. I made an examination of my casn and found it all where had supposed 1t was. He had taken nothing. at least of mine.
 About this time an instruction broke out in the interior which gave the Spanish more trouble than any that had occurred up to that time. The people of the section in which it took place had found a leader, and 1t was this leader who caused all the trou- bic. Such was usually the case with Cuban insurrections. The people. who were mostly negroes. were incompe- tent to defy even for brief period the authority of tue captain general until some man arose to lead them. Nothing was known of the general of this instruction except that he was called Bouito. The government offered the usual reward for his head. but the government could not get him.
 But Bonito was lighting hcpelessly. Graduall; his forces dwindlcd either by death or a return to their ordinary avOcations. and at last the intrepid in- surgeut found himself alone. This of course meant that sooner or later some one in order to obtain the reward of- lercd for his capture would deliver him to the government.
 One evening l remained longer than usual at my office 10 make some esti- mates. All my employees had gone home, and was sitting alone at my desk. with my back to the door. Sud denly there came to me one of those indescribable sensations which mark the imparting of knowledge without the usual mediums. Though l heard no sound, knew some one stood be- hind me. Turning. there stood Diaz Martin. He had entered with the soft step usual to him and stood looking at me with that mild dreamy expression l had seen in pictures of the Aztec Emperor Montezuma. extended my net indicated ln his countcnance. Then I asked him why he had left me and where he had been.
 "l received word, signor, that my fathers little plantation had been raid ed by Spanish troops under a pretext that he was disloyal to the govern ment. All he had was taken from him. and he was thrown into prison, while my mother and sisters were left to starve. 1 could not but go, signor, to their assistance. l gathered force in q forest. from which I emerged and fell upon"
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 'Bonito.'
 When I had finished gaping at him in astonishment. 1 got from him an account of how for Il long period he had held q province from Spanish rule; how he had been left alone and had come to me as last hope for his life. When he bad finished. after procuring some provisions for him l locked him up in my office and went home to con coct plan for getting him out of Cuba.
 \ sugar barrel, being of extra size. seemed to me 10 be the most feasible conveyance. If could get the man whose head was worth Sl0,000 into q barrel and drive him myself to the dock, l might put him aboard ship and send him to another land as sug- ar. The next morning l went to my office, which was in my warehouse, long before any one of my employees was there. packed Martin in d sugar barrel, with some provisions, a gimlet and little saw. leaving him standing