Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1920-04-08


that port, but also Puerto Colombia,
where we were to land. There was a
strike on at Puerto Colombia, and the
docks, three quarters of mile long,
were piled high with freight that
steamers had dumped out there, that
the railroad company was unable to
have loaded and carried on the Barran-
ouilla. So the Tivives had to put off
the freight she carried for Puerto Col
ombia at Cartagena, where it would
be taken down the river to the Gala
mar railroad and over to the Magda-
lena. and be sent down the river to
Barranquilla Thus we were detain-
ed for more than two days, unloading
at Cartagena, which gave us ample
time to see the city and to visit the
two missions which are maintained in
the city, entirely by the native work
ers, since no missionary lives there.
Cartengena is one Of the Oldest cities
in the Americas. 1t is surrounded by
a wall twenty feet high and thirty feet
wide, which was built by the Span
iards to protect themselves from the
English. High above the city stands
an old fortress and monastery 1t is
said that when Sir Frances Drake
captured the city that forty nuns from
the castle threw themselves into the
sea below, rather than fall into the
hands of the soldiers. There is a
political prison built out over the sea
where, even in recent years, political
prisoners were placed in water up to
their necks until they persisted. We
viewed the old Inquisition building
where so many Protestants suffered
and died, but there is very little to
be seen, as the government has tried
to cover up and hide all evidences of
that time of terror. We rode about
the city, on top Of the great wall, al
though the ascent seemed too steep for
the automobile to accomplish, from
which we had a fine view of the har-
Dor defences and the hills around the
great bay.
Unique Railroad
passengers visited the city again to
see a bull-fight, the usual Sunday
amusement. It is not a thing that
I would care to see, and those who
saw it said they wish they had not
gone.
The captain of our ship had assured
us that we would reach Puerto Colon
bia Sunday afternoon, so Mrs. Will
liams sent telegram to Rev. Will
liams, and he with the children went
down to port-eighteen miles on the
railroad, to meet us. AS we We're not
in until late Monday night, they had
tedious wait for two days. 1t is
against the law for a ship to land
after dark, but our Captain was a
law unto himself so tried to land at
seven o'clock. There was no light of
any kind on the pier-nOt even fire
fly to be seen and they are numerous
out here. No pilot was sent out out at
that hour to meet us, and no doctor.
The Captain did not whistle, because
he knew. that he was disobeying or
ders, SO he sneaked in quietly, and
ran against the end Of the long, pier,
smashing Off a considerable end of it..
The ship company has been fined three
thousand dollars for coming in after
hours, and the cost of repairing the
pier, another three thousand On
account of the stike, which had lasted
a week or more, the docks were piled
twenty feet high with all kinds OF
boxed merchandise, automobiles, en-
gines, corrugated iron, thousands OF
feet of piping for the three companies
that are opening up the vast petro-
leum mines near Bucarama ga, bales
and bales of cloth, and a thousand and
one other things. Long rows of load
ed freight cars sat still in the jun
BILE, with barbed wire heaped around
them and over them. Soldiers, short
and half clad, ran, or lounged around.
watching the freight, protecting it
from molestation Into all this we
were turned loose at seven o'clock at
might, without a glimmer of light any
where to stumble our way three quar-
tiers OF a mile to the station.
Some See Fight
There is a little train-a stumpy
little engine and smaller car, with
side seats, that meets the passengers
on the docks when a ship lands reg
ularly. When Mr.. Williams saw that
the boat was landing, which he made
out from it's lights, he and others
tried to get this little train to take
them out on the dock to meet the boat
But the car was. locked, the conductor
had given the key to his wife, and she
had gone. to Barranquilla to tea
party with the key in her pocket. So
the train started, with Mr. Williams
the children and several others who
had come to meet fiends, hanging
along the sides, since they could moi
get in the car, and it finally reached
us who were struggling along over
the. pipes, iron, and barbed wire, by
the feeble light of a lantern, which
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