Year: 1879

and few old suits of clothes of Hunts but in one was Russia leather satchel, with straps to sling it over the shoulders, and it was full of something. There was also a leather writing-cas similarly fixed for carrying. Hunt had a money belt around his walst. The only weapon saw was Remington revolver, which Hunt carried.

 "On the } tto April, sixteen days out, we weat..ered Cape Maysi, and be- gan to think of the end of the voyage. I had never been to Santiago de Cuba, so I overhauled my book of sailing direc- tions and we held council of war.

 We found from the book and chart that there was little river emptying into the sea, about four miles from San tiago harbor. It is lovely place, only visited for fresh water by occasional ships. There Tweed determined to go ashore, so we ran for that point. We had head winds and an ugly sea, and did not raise the coast until after dark on the first of May. l ran in as close as I dared, and cleared the boat which had been housed on deck for lowering. We were laying to at the time, and the night was very thick and black indeed. Tweed and Hunt were below packing the few things they intended to take ashore into one valise. -.-.....-

 Suddenly the seaman who was bail ing the boat out of some water she had he could hear the noise of paddles beat ing the water. Tweed must have had sharp ears, for he was on deck at once. At the same time light showed on our lee bow on the seaward side of us, and we heard the splashing of the paddles distinctly. It came nearer and nearer, and other dinner lights became visible in line lower down toward the water. It was not long before made them out to be the port fires ofa man-of-waI. I afterward found that the vessel was the Conquistador, which was patrolling the coast to cut off an expected landing of revolutionary Cubans who were coming across in sloop from J Jamaica.

 "We lay quiet as mice. The cruiser slid by us, as it seemed to us like the slowest sort of snail. She did not per ceive us, though, and we saw her lights fade out and heard the noise of her pad dies die away.

 had brought the valise on deck Tweed carried the writing-case. They spoke together in low voices on the opposite side of the deck from me. Then Hunt went into the cabin and called me down.

 "He had roll of something in his right hand. He put his hand out and grasped mine. I felt the bank notes pressed into my palm and he said, "Stuff them into your pocket, captain, and say no more about it. Is the boat ready?'

 "' It is.'

 "'Here's fifty dollars. The old man wants you to share it among the crew. You can have those two valises. They are of no use to us

 "This money was in gold five dollar and I left it there. We got into the boat with two men at the oars and pulled for the shore. ...-.. '. ..-....- ...

 1.-The schooner was laid to within a mile of the shore, but though we could hear the sea breaking we could not see the land. A sort of fog was drifting out from the mangrove swamps ashore, and between it and the wind it was so chilly that it made us shiver. Tweed now had 8 coat on which I gave him. Otherwise he was dressed as he had been when he left Coney Island. He was very quiet, but uneasy and anxious. Hunt, on the contrary, seemed to be as cool as ever He spoke now and then to his compan- ion in a whisper. .. ...

 "Guided by the sound of the breakers, we pulled down the coast till found current settling steadily to seaward. It was the little river we were in search of, and turning the boats nose into it. we rowed in. There was spit of sand at the mouth of the stream, on the Santiago side. The stream was a mere creek, not fifty feet wide, but deep, and with 2. strong current of ice cold, fresh water. ? We landed our passengers on the sand spit with their valise. Tweed in getting over the gunwale'I and caught ducking He only laughed at it, though. All his good spirits seemed to return the minute he felt the land under his feet.

 Hunt shook hands with me. when I stepped ashore after them. 'Good-by,' he said. .

 "'I hope you will have fortunate stay here,' remarked. Do you know how long you will be here p

 "tThat depends. Wehope for a long time, 1 believe

 ''' Do you intend to settle, then?'

 1T don't know. Everything depends on our reception

 "Here Tweed interposed as if to cut us short, and shook hands with me. I am obliged to you, Captain Bryant,' he said. I'm sorry our voyage wasn't q longer one; but you'll be back here, and you may meet Uncle John Secor again. ....

 "One of the men called, 'Good-by, sir and he said, Good-by, boys, good by He walked up the beach, then, and we pushed off. The darkness hid them in an instant, but could hear the grinding of the sand as if some one was walking up and down.

 ''It was now nearly four o'clock. I got sail on the schooner at soon as I got on hoard When dav brola the land wac a mere loom on the sky.

 II had seen my last of Bill Tweed. What happened to him after that only know from hearsay and the papers. 1t had been arranged between us that he was not to show himself to any one ashore till we were out of sight, as our on the Cuban coast while our clearance was for Port Maria, at the east end. of Jamaica, was irregular and might get us into trouble. suppose, therefore, that they spent the night on the beach. l.