Bisbee daily review., 1908-12-06
German Explorer in Search For Gold and Coal Braved Many Dangers On the 18th mus.

Baron F. B. von Teuber, the young Austrian explorer, who went to the Isthmus Of Panama ten months ago 10 search for anthracite coal and collect specimens and ethnological dsta for ! the Smithsonian Institution in the practically unknown country of the San Bias Indians, recently returned
 alone to New York on the Royal Mail
 Steam packet 'Magdalena."
 When the baron sailed from this tport he was accompanied by three ] American mining engineers, Frederick
 Smith, Peter Bartlett and John Brad ley, who went to seek the source of the gold washed down from the
 range of mountains called the Cordil- 1 lera de Chipo to the coast of the Cuff
 of San Bias: On arrival at Colon, Carl von Teuber, brother of the baron
 and student from Heidelberg, joined the party.
 1 Bradley died of black water fever in 1 a sailing boat while on his way to the i hospital at Colon from Carti, small ] town at the mouth of a river of the same name Smith went to Peru and
 Bartlett and Carl von Teuber remain ed on the isthmus.
 l Among the baron's effects on the | liner ''Magdalena" were several rare specimens of plants, pieces of ancient pottery, complete skeletons and c 'th- | ing of different tribes of San Bias | Indians, quaintiy carved idols made of l Spanish mahogany, spears, bows and arrows. all made by the natives. Some of the pottery and idols antedated the ! landing of Columbus.
 Most of the specimens VII be do- hated to the Smithsonian Institution and the rest to the Royal Museum of Natural History III Vienna.
 1 We left Colon at the end Of Jan uary with provisions and tent outfit i in a gasoline iaunen,' said the baroA, "and proceeded northeast along the coast to Playa de Dafas. There we I left the launch and waded knee deep up narrow, tortuous waterway to San 1 iChristoyal, negro settlement situa- l ted on small river Of the same name. The blacks were taken there 1 from west Africa in the early days of the French Canal company, and re- ma'ned in preference to going back to i Africa.
 ! | days to get guides to go up country. | We offered them So a day each, but : the men were all too much afraid, of | the Indians, and refused. On the l fourth day we got two negroes to go a l snort way and put us on the right trail tc cross the country t.' the Mandinga river, down which we could go to the coast.
 They took us ia native drgont until nightfsu and then got scared and left us After that we waded down 1 stream for five days until we struck the Mandinga river.
 Bradley was the first man to fall sick through the hardships of the ! tr'p. bad water and intense heat. He was from Boston, twenty-seven years | old, and l did not think his sickness was serious at first. Then Bartlett gave out through 8 tick getting into | his foot and causing what is known | in that country as tick fever.
 "On the same evening that the Man dinga was reached we were surround ed by 200 hostile Indians of the CartI 1 tribe, who had followed us on informa- tion given them by a Chinese trader. To my surprise none of them spoke Spanish, but the interpreter talked English fiuently, and the first question he asked was:
 | Say do you know Coney Island?"
 That made Bartlett smile and ] brought faint gleam of intelligence from Bradley, who was lying on the ground in a weak state.
 The interpreter told us that he had worked in New York two years and then went back to the San Bias coun- {! try and barbaric life. He said that
 the chief had decreed that we must
 either go back the way we came or be killed.
 q replied that it was impossible for us to wade back against the current
 carrying a dying man with us and asked permission to go down the
 Fandinga to the coast.
 The Indians were armed with
 guns. poisoned arrows, clubs and
 spears. The chief would not believe | our hunting story, and said that God had given that land to the Indians, and he did not intend to let white
 men grab 1t away from his tribe while he lived.
 As the days went by we became
 desperate. It was evident that Brad Icy had not many hours to live, as
 he dad developed black water fever,
 which is fatal to white men. The
 ehief came to us once again and safa
 wemust go back.
 That same night our camp was
 sred upon by the Indians and one ar
 row stuck in the tent pole. Smith. l ny brother Carl and myself rushed
 cut with our rifles and fired Into tae
 blush l know we hit one of them
 because of the howling, and then all | 5ecame still. Next day the chief,
 after barley about giving up our
 arms, agreed to take us in canoes
 town the Mandinga river twenty-five
 niles to the coast, but would not sive us any prov sions, although ours were almost exhausted
 We lifted Bradley, who was un-
 eonscious, into a canoe and started
 downstream, arriving at Carti the 1sxt afternoon. Our arrival at the