The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1918-05-10
NOT A PENRoD STORY.

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ers would take it for one Of Penrods
"Deteckitive" stories. Such is not
the case, however. 1t comes to US
from one of Cobb county's boys, now
Marine in Santo Domingo, and of
course is every word true.
The old expression "Tell it to the
Marines" has no application here,
but it is a case in which "the Marine
tells you" We put it up to you,
gentle reader:
La Romano, Santo Domingo,
April IL, 1913.
Just a little fun in the hills.)
1t as one afternoon about IL o.
clock, was riding in the hills of the
West India Island. l was on Buck
Skin horse; he had nice gait, al
though the trail was rough. had
been out 20 days and nights, on my
right it was nothing but level plain
as far as could see; on the left were
mountains with peaks reaching up
in the clouds. / had had hard ride
through the hills and my horse was
about given out, and was weak and
sore, for ] had been living off of
spick food.
| lay down under large palm
tree for a rest, using my saddle for a
bed. / soon fell asleep and found
myself in Sunderland. But / awoke
very suddenly. l heard shot close
by. l knew at once it was bandits
as there was band out at that time.
gathered up my sense as quick as
possible and got my Springfield
ready.
And looking to my left over lit
tie bush | recognized Is natives, all
armed with Mechetta's and short
rifles, so / decided not to let them
get any nearer me or they would
have a good feast, so ] steadied my
nerves and took a good aim at the
one / thought was leader. l held
my breath and gradually squeezed my
trigger, and to my relief one man hit
the ground. SO knew / had the
right range. / emptied my maya
zine and four of the bunch were on
the ground.
The remaining II were coming
close to me, so / had no time to lose
threw my saddle on Buck Skin and
mounted him just in time to get in
the clear for Bolo came close to
my head. / dug the spur in Buck
Skins side and he took me away
from them at a fast gait. / then
stopped and turned to my great sur
prise they were mounting horses they
had hidden in a cave, and | set my
sight at 900 yards and fired on them.
| shot one horse from under his rider
Then | took three more shots and
three men hit the ground dead, and
the rest turned to the hills. They
disappeared in the bushes, so l de-
cided to make a trip behind them. |
kept close enough behind to see them
and | followed them for hours, 1t
was then five o'clock and night was
getting near and / had to get closer
to keep in sight of them, and to my
surprise they were out of my sight
as quick as lightning. / stopped for
| suspicioned there was a large band
near in a cave. There was trail to
my left and l decided to go up it a
piece, keeping a good lookout for
any sign of camp fire. rode the
new trail for five minutes, then |
stopped, dismounted and stood by
ready for a little excitement, but
it began to seem as if nothing was
going to happen, but all of sudden |
heard them begin to sing and make a
loud noise like a dance of their kind.
So left Buck Skin eating sweet ten
der grass and began to slide over a
cliff and | reached the edge all o. k.
and when / looked over to my sur
prise, they were about fifty below
me in bluff. They numbered about
90 men and or 10 women. They
were drinking brandy and champaign
so / decided to lay still until they
were good and drunk, as they were
drinking deavily. About an hour
passed in this way, then one big black
negro got up on a high stump and
everything was so still you could
have heard a pin fall. Then he be
gan to make a speech and it related
to me he wanted five volunteers to
go out and hunt me down and said
he would pay them 500 apiece for
me dead or alive. / began to turn
and see what kind of a position l
was in and to my great relief there
was a large rock hanging over the
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