Omaha daily bee., 1911-04-26

D. some soprano SOLOS nave nthIus N"A
determined to see ct through any how
From time o time we met fugitive groups
OF iusurrcctos heavily armed and Doc
Ribbered to all Of them.
First view of Camp.
When we had proceeded about two miles
and the packs were getting heavier and
heavier, Doc sent an insurrecto back to
/ camp on horse back to tell Garibaldi To
I send out a couple Of huskies to carry the
/ pack the rest Of the way to camp. After
time they arrived and the rest of the
I trip was less laborlous Emerging from
1 the rocky ledge we went onto the open
sand and climbed up and down and finally
dropped into a valley and walked in deep
arroyo and then suddenly burst upon the
camp.
But before we reached the camp a party
| Of troopers. well conditioned on sleek
horses. about thirty of them, with trim
young man riding at their head overlook
us. This was Maderos body guard and
the young man at their head was Raoul
MaderO. Doc hailed him and he drew up
and l was introduced. lie spoke excellent
English and gave me every assurance of
his great pleasure. lie wore a red white
and green band around his wide hat His
heavy rifle rested in a scabbard on his
saddle and beautiful pearl-handled Colts
revolver peeked boldly out of his holster.
Then he and his party, all of whom wore
big straw charro hats, with high peaks
and turned up all around, galloped off to
the camp in the gorge.
Picturesque is the only word that APP
,proches the description Of the camp. II was
a sight never to be forgotten. In every d.
rection men swarmed the hills and far
across the sage brush hills in a pass file
of men could be seen passing in single file
In the camp proper the vari-colored zarapes
of the soldiers, spread out on mesquite
bushes, gave the one touch OF color to the
drab scene. There was no stacking of arms
and the lack Of any semblance Of organi-
cation struck me as most significant
MaderO Busy ut Work.
As we came up TO the camp recognized
Francisco Madero seated on rock looking
over some blue prints with several men, I
was given to understand these were draw
ings Of the Notifications of Juarez I also
at once recognized Guiseppi Garibaldi. who
looked jaunty with his black velvet hat
turned down all around, as he gave direc-
tions to a group of soldiers He hailed Doc
Wilson as we approached and when we
came up met the italian soldier of for
tune 1 found him all that Doc had de-
scribed him. After stopping and chatting
Win fNdOul lot a moment ne TOOK over
and introduced me to Francisco The little
man rose quickly and extended his left
hand His right is still sore as a result
of the wound received at the battle of
Casas Grandes. He removed his broad hat
with its band of red, white and green and
I snatched my own cap from my head as
with difficult Spanish dialect he as
sured me Of his very great pleasure I
chatted with him for a time but could
understand only little of what he said, I
then withdrew and Garlbaldi and Raonl
Madero entertained Mike and I with ac-
counts Of various battles and the death of
Captain Creighton.
On the Way Back.
II was after 10 o'clock at night when
Mike and started back to civilization
Many of the fires had died down TO glow
Ing embers. The moon had risen and
threw a soft light over ALL Looking back
ward as we walked along the arroyo the
camp looked like a gypsy camp. It might
have been the bivouac OF a band of roy
STEERING knights Of four centuries ago. As
we approached the river in the still night
from the top of the hill looked down,
and then knew why the meandering stream
below was called the silvery Rio Grande
, Only once did we encounter a picket suf-
, ficently curious to stop us. That was
when we were climbing along the ledge in
the dark, and voice nearby shouted.
Alto" We stopped, saluted and gave
the password; "Madero and Gonzales and
were allowed to proceed without further
!, trouble. The adobe houses along the bank
, seemed more than usually grotesque as the
candle light streamed out of the few
windows. Dogs of every degree sprang
from unknown beds and ran yelping at
, our heels
MhderO's Chief Lieutenant.
With early morning yesterday 1 was
again in the camp, making the trip this
, time alone. Dr. Cook had delivered a
lecture in FL Paso the night before and the
! insurrectos hoped he would pay them a
visit. Garibaldi declared II Cook ever
started north again that he was going
, with him. Garibaldi is not quick to talk
/ about himself, but off to one side he admit
ted that this was his fourth campaign.
He was through the English Boer war, the
/ TurkeyGraco war through the trouble in
Venezuela and now mixed in the Mexican
imbrolio. ] guessed his age as &c. His
face was covered with several days beard,
but he coyly admitted only 30 years.
] Raoul Madero told me he was one of a
e family of thirteen. He said he graduated
e from the Michigan college of Mines at
r Houghton, Mich, on the fifth of last No
? vember. He has never been in the Mis-
souri, river states, but said his brother,
l Evaristo, attended the agricultural school
? at Ames. Ia.
just a Drink of Water.
! A few days before when I saw the ragged
soldier of the rebellion filling canteens
with river water, 1 vowed to myself would
have TO be pretty thirsty to drink IT, But
as the day progressed / grew thlrstier and
thirstier 1t came noon and Francisco tn
sisted that l take a sandwich. We all sat
, on the rocks, munching a twentieth cen
fury sandwich even to the pickle and
, Raoul Madero asked me to come down and
: have a drink. / could almost hear a chunk
. of ice humping around in the water and
then came the reality OF war. Raoul took
the lid from a box and dipped a tin cur
! into a chocolate coored fluid, which
knew TO be river water. With true Span
!, ish politeness he offered me the cup. Fol
= about two minutes we gastoned about
all the time trying to frame a plausible
y excuse why my thirst had left me and
II had to take the cup. ! shut my eyes and
y gulped and kept on gulping. but oh II