Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-09-01

r-r-run away, and his armeo is KILL
That government soldier, they try find
General De Vega verree much. They
want catchee him for shoot. You
think they catchee that general,
senor?'
"'Saints grant it, says 7. TWould
be the judgment of Providence for set
tin the warlike talent Of Clancy TO
gradin' the tropics with pick and
shovel. But, it's not SO much ques-
ton of instructions, now, me little
man. as tits of the friedman problem.
IT'S anxious I am to resign situation
of responsibility and trust with the
white wings department of your great
and degraded country. Row me In
your little boat out to that steamer,
and TIL give We five dollars sinker
pacers-sinker pacers,' says !, reduc1n'
the offer to the language and denoml-
nation of the tropic dialects.
"Cinco PESOS repeats the little
man. Five dolce, you giVe?"
"'Twas not such bad little man.
He had hesitations at first, sayin' that
passengers leavin' the country had to
have papers and passports, but at last
he took me out alongside the steamer.
"Day was just breakin' as we struck
her. and there wasn't soul to be seen
On board. The water was very still,
and the nigger-man gave me lift
from the boat, and / climbed onto the
steamer where her side was sliced to
the deck for loading fruit. The hatcnes
was open, and looked down and saw
the cargo of bananas that filled the
hold to within six feet Of the top.
thinks to myself, Clancy, you better
go as a stowaway. It's safer. The
steamer men might hand you back to
the employment bureau. The tropics
IL get you, Clancy, if you don't watch
out
$50 I jumps down easy among the
bananas, and digs out hole to hide
in, among the punches. In an hour or
so could hear the engines goin', and
feel the steamer rockin', and I knew
we were off to sea. They left the
matches open for ventilation, and pref
ty soon it was light enough in the hold
to see fairly well. I got to feelin' a
bit hungry, and thought I'd have a
light, fruit lunch, by way of refresh
ment. I creeped out Of the hole I'd
made and stood UP straight. Just then
| saw another man crawl up about ten
feet away and reach out and skin a
banana and stuff it into his mouth.
Twas a dirty man, black-faced and
ragged and disgraceful of aspect. Yes,
ri, f0y. hn mir
of the fat Weary Willie in the funny
papers I looked again, and saw it
was my general man-De Vega, the
great revolutionist, mule-rider and
pick-ax importer When he saw me
the general hesitated with his mouth
filled with banana and his eyes the
size of cocoanuts.
"'FIist!' l says. Not a word, or
they'll put us off and make us walk.
'sVeev la Liberty" / adds, copperin'
the sentiment by shown banana into
the source Of it. I was certain the
general wouldn't recognize me. The
nefarious work of the tropics had left
me Iookin' different. There was half
an inch of roam whiskers coverin' my
SOo&NAAAS
blue overalls and a red shirt.
'''How you come in the ship, senior"
asked the general as soon as he could
speak
"*By the back door-whist!' says I.
Twas glorious blow for liberty we
struck continues: but we was over
powered by numbers. Let us accept
our defeat like brave men and eat an
other banana
'''Were you in the cause of liberty
fightin', senor?' says the general, she'd
din tears on the cargo.
's'To the last says I. Twas / led
the last desperate charge against the
minions of the tyrant. But it made
them mad, and we was forced to re-
treat. Twas /, general, procured the
mule upon which you escaped. Could
you give that ripe bunch little boost
this way, general? It's a bit out of my
reach. Thanks
essay you so, brave patriot?" said
the general, again weepin'. 'Ah, Dios!
And I have not of the means to reward
your devotion. Barely did | my life
bring away. Carrambos! what dew
lis animal was that mule, senior! Like
ships in one storm was dashed about.
The skin Of myself was ripped away
with the thorns and vines. Upon the
bark of hundred trees did that beast
of the Internal bump, and cause out
rage to the legs of mine. In the night
to Port Barrios I came. I dispossess
myself of that mountain of mule and
hasten along the water shore. I find
little boat to be tied. I launch my
self and row to the steamer. cannot
see any mans on board, so climb one
rope which hang at the side. I then
myself hide in the bananas. Surely,
I say, If the ship captains view me,
they shall throw me again to those
Guatemala Those things are not good.
Guatemala will shoot General De Vega.