The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-08-01


asms and more wine. likewise. yeeva,
as | said before. May the shamrock
Of old mean the banana-viRe or the
pie-plant, or whatever the imperial en-
blem may be Of your down-trodden
country, wave forever
"a thousand thank-yous, says the
round man, for your emission Of annie
able utterances. What our cause needs
of the very most Is mans who will the
work do, TO lift 1t along. Oh. for one
thousands strong. good mans to aid
the General De Vega that he shall to
his country bring those success and
glory! It Is hard-oh, SO hard to find
good mans to help In the work
"'Monseer,' says I. leanin' ever the
table and graspin' his hand. 7 don't
know where your country Is, but nae
heart bleeds fer It The heart OF
Clancy was never deaf to the sight OF
an oppressed people. The family Is
f1libusterers by birth, and foreigners
by trade. If you can use James
Clancy's arm and his blood in denudin'
your shores of the tyrants yoke
they're yours to command
General De Vega was overcome
with Joy to confscate my coincidence
Of his conspiracies and predicaments.
He tried to embrace me across the
table, but his fairness, and the wine
that was not in the bottles, prevented.
Thus was l welcomed into the ranks
Of f1libustery. Then the general man
told me his country had the name of
Guatemala and was the greatest ma
ton laved by any ocean whatever, any
where. He looked at me with tears
would emit the remark, All! big,
strong, brave mans, That is what my
country need
General De Vega, as was the name
by which he denounced himself,
brought out a document FOR me to
sign, which | did, maxim a fine -four
ish and curlycue with the tail Of the
=.
"'Your passage-money,' says the
general. businesslike, shall from your
pay be deduct
"''Twiil not says I, naughty. TIL
pay my own passage A hundred and
eighty dollars l had in my inside peck
ct and twas no common f1libuster
| was goin' to be, flibusterin' for me
board and clothes.
We'll, then, in three days we sailed
| alongside that Guatemala Twas q
blue country, and not yellow, as it's
mis-colored on the map. We landed at
| q tswn on the coast where q train Of
cars was waitin' for dinky little rail-
! road. The boxes on the steamer were
| brought ashore and loaded On the cars
The gang of Dagoes got aboard. too,
the general and me In the front car
Yes. me and General De Vega headed
the revolution. as 1t pulled out of the
| seaport town. That train travelled
| about as fast as a policeman goin' to
riot 1t penetrated the most con.
! spicuous lot of fuzzy scenery ever seen
outside a geography. We run some
. forty miles In seven hours. and the
! train stopped.
| They unloaded the boxes from the
train and begun to knock the tops OF
From the first one that was opened
saw General De Vega take the Win
chester rifles and pass them around
to q squad of morbid, sore-toed SOL
diery. The other boxes was opened
! next, and, believe me or not, divil an
other gun was to be seen. Every other
box in the lot was full of-pickaxes
and spades.
tropics-the proud Clancy and the dis
honored Dagoes, each one Of them, had
to shoulder a pick or a spade, and
march away to work on that dirty lit
! tie railroad. Yes; twas that the Da-
goes shipped for, and twas that tie
filibusterin' Clancy signed fer, Though
unbeknownst to himself at the time.
In after days l found cut about It.
1t seems twas hard to get hands to
work on that road. The intelligent ma
tives of the country was too lazy to
work Indeed, the saints know twas
unnecessary. By stretchin' out one
hand, they could seize the most dell
cate and costly fruits of the earth,
and, by stretchin' out the other, they
could sleep for days at a time without
hearin' a seven-o'clock whistle or the
footsteps Of the rent man upon the
stairs. So. regular. the steamers trav.
eled to the United States to seduce
labor. Usually the imported spade
singer died in two or three months
from eatin' the over-ripe water and
breathin the violent tropical scenery
Wherefore. they made them sign con.
tracts for year when they hired
them. and put an armed guard over
the poor devils to keep them from run.
MIN away.
"Twas thrs was double-crossed
by the TROPICS through family failia
Of goin' out Of the way to hunt dis
trrbances-
They save me a pick, and I took It
meditatin' an Instruction On the spot
but there was the guards handlin' the
Winchesters careless, and I come te
the conclusion that discretion was the
| hest mart of f3lihustarfr' Thcro wss