Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-13
Inquired About Coney Island.


faint CLEAN of intelligence from Brad
ley. who was lying on the ground in
weak ate.
THE interpreter told us that lie had
worked in New York two years. and then
went back to the San Bias country and
barbaric life. He said that the chief had
decreed that we must either go back the
way we came or be killed.
Il replied that it was impossible for us
to wade back against the curr m, carry
ing dying man with us. and asked per-
mission to go down the Mandinga to the
coast.
1.-The Indians were armed with guns,
poisoned arrows. clubs and spears. The
chief would not behave our hunting story
and said hat God had given that land to
the Indians. and ne did not intend to let
white men grab 1t away from his tribe
while he lived.
AS the days went by We became des-
perate. 1t was evident that Bradley had
not many hours to live, as he had de-
veloped black water fever, which is fatal
to white men. The chief came to us once
again and said we must go back.
Indians Attack Camp.
THAT same night our camp was fired
on by the Indians and one arrow stuck
in the tent pole. Smith, my BROTHER Carl
and myself rushed out with our rifles
and fired into the brush. I know we hit
one of them because OF the bowling and
then all became STILL
Next day the chief, after d parley about
giving up our arms, agreed to take us in
canoes down the Mandnga river twenty
five miles to the coast. but would not
give us any provisions, although ours
were almost exhausted.
I'VE lifted Bradley, who was uncon-
scious, into a canoe and started down
stream, arriving at Carti the next after
noon. Our arrival at the town scared all
away, as we were the first white men they
had ever seen.
That night a council was held by the
men OF the tribe all squatting on the
sand around their wooden idol to decide
what to do with US. While the tomtoms
were beating the ManuInga Indians, an
other tribe came down in their canoes and
laid claim to us because We h d been
captured in their tettitory They joined
in the hullabaloo. which could have been
heard for miles along the shore. At dawn
the interpreter passed our hut and shouted
out in the native tongue that the Ameri-
cans were to die.
Smith hurried to the chiefs and told
them through the interpreter that gun
boat was on its way from Colon to rescue
us and destroy their town. Luckily at
that moment one of the Indians shouted
out and pointed to the sea, where a cloud
of smoke could be seen rising to the sky
Bradley died that day, and his body was
taken to Colon by Smith in a sailing
boat, who also took Bartlett to the hosp
tai.
MY brother Carl and 1 then set out in
a canoe for San Christoval. The Indians
seemed content to let us go on account o.
the supposed gunbCat which afterward
proved to be one OF the canal commits
sion's seagoing tugs.
I'VE spent a night at San Christoval
and toward morning were awakened by
loud shouts and sounds of fl. ing The
Indians had followed us to the negro
camp and killed the two men who guided
US up the river. After wading along wa
terways We arrived at Playa de Damas
where our gasoline launch was hidden.
but we returned to Colon in the govern
ment launch that had been sent to meet
u.s."
Baron Won Teuber said that there were
immense anthracite coal fields in the San
Bias country, which would be valuable
when the canal is opened He is here to
organize another expedition to start in
February