The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-08-01
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run away AUa Use a 1eN - ~-
RIA, government soldier. they try fnd
General De Vega verree much They
want catchee him for shoot You
think they catches that general.
seno-~
saints grant Il" says I. Tvou'd
be the Judgment Of Providence for set
tin the warl.ke talent Of Clancy %
gradln' the tropics with pick and
shovel. but. it's not so much cues.
ton OF instructions. now. me Httle
man. as It's Of the hired Imam problem
It's anxious am 10 resign situation
Of resporx ibslity and trust with the
white wings department OF your great
and degraded country. Row me IN
YOUR little boat out Is that steamer.
and I'll give ye FIVE dollars-sinkeT
pacers-sinker pacers.' says |. reductn
the Offer to the language and denomi
nation OF the tropic dialects.
"'Cinco pesos repeats the little
man. Five dolce. you give?"
Twas not such a bad little man
He had hesita;!oas at first. sayin' that
passengers leav!n' the country had TO
have papers and passports. but at last
he took me oGt a,or gside the steamer.
DAY was Just breakin' as we struck
her. and there wasn't a soul TO be seen
on board The water was very st!4l.
end the nigger-nan gave me- lit
from the boat, and ! climbed onto the
steamer where her side was sliced IL
the deck for loading fruit. The matches
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. yoa better
20 as q stowaway. It's safer. The
steamer men might hand you back 10
the employment bureau. The tropics
IL get you. Clancy. II you don't watch
out
so l 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 / knew
We were of to sea. They left the
matches open for ventilation, and pref
ty soon 1t was light enough in the hold
to see fairly well. I got to feelin'
bit hungry, and thought I'd have
light. fruit lunch. by way of refresh.
ment. I creeped out Of the hole I'd
made and stood up straight. Just then
I saw another man crawl up about ten
feet away and reach out and skin a
banana and stuff 1t into his mouth.
Twas a dirty man, black-faced and
ragged and disgraceSIl Of aspect. Yes,
the man was a ringer for the pictures
Of the fat Weary Willie In the funny
. papers. l looked again. and saw II
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
filed with banana and his eyes the
size Of cocoanuts.
Hist I says Not q word, or
they'll put us OF AID make US walk.
"Veev la Liberty" adds. copperin'
The sentiment by shown banana into
the source OF 1t. was certain the
general wouldn't recognize ns. The
nefarious work Of the tropics had left
me lookin' different. There was half
an inch of roam whiskers GOVERN my
face, and my costume was Q pair OF
blue overalls and a red shirt.
How you come In the ship, senorr
asked the general as soon as he could
speak
by the back Aoor-whist!' says I
Twas a glorious blow for liberty we
struck continues: but We was ever.
powered by numbers. Let us accept
our defeat like brave men and eat An
other banana
Were you In the cause Of liberty
fghtin', senorr says the general, shed
din tears on the cargo.
"'Ts the last says !. Twas led
the last desperate charge against the
minions Of the tyraAt. But 1t made
them mad, and We was forced to re
treat. Twas l, general, procured the
mule upon which you escaped. Could
you give that ripe bunch q little boost
this way, general? It's bit out of my
reach. Thanks
Say you SO, brave patriot?' said
the general, again weepin'. All, Dios.
And have not of the means to reward
your devotion Barely did / MY life
bring away. Carrambos! what a dev
lis animal was that mule, senior. Like
ships in one storm was l 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. / dispossess
myself Of that mountain Of mule and
hasten along the water shore. / And
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,
say. If the ship captains view me,
they shall throw me again to those
Guatemala Those things are not good.
Guatemala viii shoot General De Vega.
Therefore I am hide AID remain silent