Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-05-07


deck for loadin' fruit. The matches
the cargo of bananas that filed the
hold to within six feet Of the top. /
thinks to myself. Clancy, you better
go as a stowaway. It's safer. The
the employment bureau. The tropic'll
get you, Clancy, If you don't watch
OUT
$50 I jumps down easy among the
bananas, and digs out a hole to hide
In among the lunches In an hour or
feel the steamer rockin,' and l knew
we were OF to sea. They left the
matches open for ventilation, and pretty
soon it was light enough in the hold
to see fairly well 1 got to 1eelin
bit hungry, and thought I'd have a
ment. 1 creeped out Of the hole I'd
made and stood up straight. Just
then l saw another man crawl up
about ten feet away and reach out and
skin a banana and stuff it into his
mouth. Twas a dirty little man, black
faced and ragged and disgraceful of
aspect. Yes, the man was d ringer for
the pictures Of the fat Weary Willie in
the funny papers. l looked again, and
saw 1t was my general man-De Vega,
the great reyolutionist, mule rider and
pickax importer. When he saw me the
general hesitated with his mouth filed
with banana and his eyes the size of
cocoanuts.
Hist says. Not a word, or
they'll put us off and make us walk.
the sentiment by shown banana into
the source Of it. l was certain the
general wouldn't recognize me. The
nefarious work of the tropics had left
| an inch Of roam whiskers coverin' me
face, and me costume was a pair of
blue overalls and a red shirt.
How yOu come in the ship, senior 2
asked the general as soon as he could
speak.
by the back door-whist!' says I.
| Twas a glorious blow for liberty we
/ struck, I continued, but we was over
| powered by numbers. Let US accept
our defeat like brave men and eat an
other banana
Were you in the cause Of liberty
| hghtin'. senorF says the general, she'd
din tears on the cargo.
To the last says I. Twas led
| the last desperate charge against the
minions Of the tyrant But 1t made
them mad, and we were forced to re-
treat. Twas /, general, procured the
mule upon which you escaped. Could
you give that ripe bunch little boost
THIS way, generaiE It's bit out of
my reach. Thanks
general, again weepin'. 'Ah, Diosl And
| have not the means to reward your
I devotion. Barely did l my life bring
away. Carrambos! what a devils an
! imal was that mule senior! Like ships
In one storm was l dashed about. The
skin on myself was ripped away with
the thorns and vines. Upon the bark
Of a hundred trees did that beast of
the internal bump, and cause outrage
TO the legs of mine. In the night to
Port Barrios / came l dispossess
myself Of that mountain mule and
hasten along the water shore I find
( a little boat to be tied. / launch
myself and row to the steamer
climbed one rope that hang at the side.
! then myself hide IA the bananas.
Surely, l say, if the ship captains
view me, they shall throw me again TO
those Guatemala. Those things are
net, good. Guatemala viii shoot Gen
eral De Vega. Therefore, I am hide
and remain silent. Life itself is
glorious. Liberty, it is pretty good,
but not so good IS life I do not think
Three days, as | said was the trip
| TO New Orleans. The general man and
me got tor be cronies Of the deepest
! style. Bananas we ate until they were
distasteful to the sight and an e7esore
70 the palate. but to bananas alone was
the bill OF fare reduced. At night J
crawled out, careful, on the-deck, and
gets a bucket Of fresh water
That General De Vega was a man
/ inhabited by an engagement Of words
and sentences. He added to the mo-
notony of the voyage by divesting
himself Of conversation. He believed
| was a reyolutionist of his own party.
there bein,' as he told me. a good many
Americans and other foreigners in It's
ranks. Twas braggart and a con-
! ceited little gabbler it was, though he
( considered himself a hero. Twas on
himself he wasted all his regrets at the
failln' of his plot. Not a word did the
little balloon have to say about the
other misbehavin' idiots that had been
shot or run themselves to death in his
revolution
THE second day out he was feelin,
pretty braggy and uppish for slowed
away conspirator that owed his exist
ence to mule and stolen bananas. He
was tellin' me about the great rail-
road he had been buildin' and he re-
lates what he calls comic incident
about a fool Irishman he inyeigled
from New Orleans to sling a pick on
his little morgue Of a narrow qTlage
line. Twas sorrowful to hear the lit
tie, dirty general tell the approbrious
story OF how he put salt upon the tail
OF that reckless and silly bird. Clancy.
Laugh, he did, hearty and long Qie
shook With laughin the black faced
rebel and outcast, standin' neck-deep
in bananas, without friends or coun-
"iAh. senor,' he smokers. to the
death you would have laughed Mt that
drOllest Irish. I say to him: "Strong.
mala." II will blows strike for your
down-pressed country" he say THAT