The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-07-23
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aTell them" said Vaughan, well
,,sosed. that will take them all to
Cape Palmas."
This did not answer so we'll. Cape
polmas was practically as far from
.be homes of most of them as New Or
,oons or Rio JaneirO was-that Is, they
would be eternally separated from
nome there. And their interpreters, as
we could understand. instantly said,
"Ab. non Palmas,'' ana began to pro-
nose infinite other expedients in most
roluble language. Vaughan was
rather disappointed at this result of
his liberality and asked Nolan eagerly
what they said. The drops stood on
moor NOlan's white forehead as he
bushed the men down, and said:
"He says Not Palmas.' He says,
Take us home, take us to our own
country, take us to our own house,
take us to our own pickaninnies and
our own women And this one says"
choked out Nolan, "that he has not
heard word from his home in six
months, while he has been locked up in
an internal barracoon."
Vaughan always said he grew gray
himself while Nolan struggled through
this Interpretation. I. who did not un-
derstand anything of the passion in
yolved in it, saw that the very ele-
uents were melting with fervent heat
land that something was to pay some
where. Even the negroes themselves
stopped bowling as they saw Nolan's
agony and Vaughan's almost equal
agony of sympathy. AS quick as he
could get words. he said:
"Tell them yes, yes. Tell them they
shall go to the Mountains Of the Moon
IL they will. If l sail the schooner
through the Great White desert they
shall so homer
And after some fashion Nolan said
so. And they all fell to kissing him and
wanted to rub his nose with theirs.
But he could not stand it long, and,
getting Vaughan to say he might go
back, he beckOned me down into our
boat. As we lay back in the stern
sheets and the men gave way. he said
to me: 'YOungster, let that show you
what 1t Is to be without q family,
without home and without coun-
try. And IL you are ever tempted to
say word or to do thing that shall
put bar between you and your fam
lily, your home and your country, pray
God In his mercy to take you that in
slant home to his own heaven. Stick
by your family, boy. Forget you have
q self, while you do everything for
them. Think Of your home, boy. Write
and send and talk about it. Let it be
nearer and nearer to your thought the
farther you have to travel from it, and
rush back to 1t when you are free, as
that poor black slave Is doing now.
And for your country, boy" and the
words ratified in his throat, land for
that flag" and he pointed to the ship,
never dream a dream but of serving
her as she bids you, though the service
carry you through a thousand heiis.
No matter what happens to you, no
matter who fiatters you or who abuses
you, never look at another flag, never
let night pass but you pray God to
bless that flag. Remember. boy, that
behind all these men you have to do
with, behind officers and government
and people even, there Is the country
herself, your country, and that you be-
long to her as you belong to your own
mother. Stand by her, boy. as you
would stand by your mother II those
devils there had got hold Of her to-
dayr'
I was frightened to death by his
calm, hard passion. but L Numbered
out that ! would, by all that was holy,
and that had never thought of doing
anything else. He hardly seemed to
hear me, but he did, almost in a whis-
per, say. "Oh. il anybody had said so
to me when was of you agew
think 1t was this half confidence of
his. which / never abused, for 1 never
told this story till now. which after
ward made us great friends. He was
very kind to me. When we parted
from him i'm st. Thomas harbor at the
end of our cruise / was more sorry
than / can tell. I was very glad to
meet him again in 1890, and later In life,
WucA SOulc lnhucuCC
in Washington. 1 moved heaven and
earth to have him discharged. But it
was like getting ghost out of prison.
They pretended there was no such man
and never was such man. They will
say so at the department now!
There Is story that Nolan met Burr
once on one Of our vessels, when a
party Of Americans came on board In
the Mediterranean. But this / believe
to be lie; or, rather, it Is myth, we'll
found, involving tire mendous blowing
up with which he sunk Burr-asking
him how he liked to be without a
country"
After that cruise never saw Nolan
again. I wrote to him at least twice a
year, for in that voyage we became even
confidentially intimate; but he never
wrote to me. The other men tell me
that in those fifteen years he aged very
fast. And now it seems the dear old
fellow is dead. He has found home