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, r 35-rig-- -pTw - - ti -jp-. e-- -C " V " " f After March 30 the price of the American Conflict will be advanced to $2 a set. (See "Fair Warning " on page 8) SAfjfggg March 30 the iprice,, of the American Cb"nlfct"will be advanced to $2 a set. (See "Fair Warning " on page 8,) S&Z - rt m2a f- -r:aw - it?rt--g''-fl--i ri " i " Zo tan fur Mm tufts tuf fcww ttfctamr. Mi for Bit niflon in. ipM.r JESTAHLISHEI) 1S77-KEW SERIES. WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, MiRCH 9, 1899 -WITH SUPPLEMENT. VOL. XVII I-NO. 22-WIIOLE NO. 917. "wf. .- ' -ak'' "- ( rtkT 19 CdtvfcL2& c BEH b r H Tmrfl4r'4Hr -i-KawPJsffleLA- -Ml 44tf -to'' J -r& i ------ Pen Bid'MiierH x t By THOMAS C. ESTEEIMAN. Copyright, 1S93, by the Pu-Hshenj of Tjik Natio.vm. Tjuuune. SYNOPSIS. Tlie author, r.n Atiicr:-n:i gnu-maker, in bnines in Manzai illo, being fondjof ad Tentnions experiences, wa ca-olv verscji?-d to accompany one of the Cuban officers to a camp in the I-isleiu province lo-Ti-pair uu mitlit of Manser rifles, -and he v.us by no means aer.-e to sharing for aihdc the for tunes of the Cnlsui patriot1'. He ic'.ls of mauy lively experiences. Woylcr's dories have niale it almo-t impossible to obtain gunpowder fiom outside soum?, so the in surgents begin tlie mannfai'tu're of their own explosives. The author starts with the gunpowder-maker to visit the saltpeter caves of Cazadorcs. chapter xvrrr. We took lunch at the portal of the cavern. Soon the swaying of the tree tops admonished us to finish our day's work without further loss of time. " Yes, that storm isn't far off," ad mitted Pacheco, "and it can do no harm to get back under shelter before the dry leaves blow out the davlight in these old ravines." We had brought a couple of home made candles along, and entered the cavern on hands and knees. At one point I had to slip off my hunting-pouch to squeeze through, but with every yard iarther nightward the tunnel widened, till we could stand erect in the presence of limestone sphinxes curiously round ed blocks formed by the calcareous de posits of dripping waters. "Son los Sacrutanes," said the old hunter; " they call them the sexton-, but their church is farther ahead. Now watch " holding tip his candle as a swarm of twittering bats detached them selves from thecievices of the vault and A. tiered about in quest of a more secluded dormitory. "Phew! they are ugly housekeepers ; but that's what raises saltjM.'ter, I think ; though your friend Etavan has an idea it must be the boueheaps and what is left of the old-time tenants." The rock vault widened into a dome, and the hunter began to scrutinize the lower sIojkjs of the walls. "Come on, come on," he urged Joe, who was scrap ing the rocks with his finsjer-naiis ; " this has been stripped ouly two months ago, and it takes a vear to grow out in Working order aga;n." We made our way to the farther end of the dome, and entered a side vault, where our guide finally put down his candle, and took out a piece of shmrie and a scraping-iron. "Hold up this bag, Joe," said he; " we can get enough right heie to help us while away time through a spell of rain weather." From the floor to a night of three or four feet the walls of the cave were covered with a whitish, glittering efflores cence of nitrates, saltpeter mixed with magnesia, alkaline earth, and what not, and needing a laborious process of puri fication to pioduce the explosive re Eiduum. "How did 3Tou ever happen to find this place?" I asked, when we had nearly filled the first bag. " Oh, there are dozens of nitrale3 ir these mountains," said the old bush whackcr, " but thi3 is the nearest to oar camp, and we have worked it ever since we got out o( i. arket powder. An ugly entrance, isn't it; but it's a good nitrai:' The Spani.-h language beats ours hollow for h.tt.dy nouns of that sort, Borne of which we cm reproduce only by lengthy eMipounds, such as cofre plantntioii for c-jfelal or piney-woods for piiuii and j iter. " JSiXral" means a saltpeter-prodiuMig cavern, as well as an artificial -ahpeter-pit. Jn gram matu-al forms our language is more coincident; still, I have'often thought that .. hen English becomes the volapuk or i.iuversal medium of com munication, Spanish will be the last rival to relinquish the struggle for ex istence. Jt is not only the most regular and out and out the most musical of all modern, languages, but also in many senscs of the word the richest. For " mountain " alone our sierra-blest neighbors have ivccniy-cighl synonyms, expiessiug every form, bight, extent and appearance of an elevation, from a cerrifo to a serania. While we strapped up our bags, Mischief Joe amused himself flinging stones at the squeaking bats that were fluttering about the vaults of our cave in evcr-mci easing numbers Some of them could have been mistaken for night-butterflies, but several varieties were quite as large as blackbirds, and nearly as shy. In felling hollow trees our bushwhackers occasionally caught specimens that differed in conduct, as well as in size, from the blinking, wriggling little imps that tenant our chimnev-flues, and dodged like squirrels around the stump of the tree, snapping tavagely at the toes of their tormentors. BEKASTIXG A GALE. It could njt be much after 2 p. m., "when we emerged from the cave, but the sun had disappeared. Compact clouds had rollecLup from the east, and with tlie frequent gleam of electric twitches :uul the homed flight of re turning birds, the omens of an impend ing storm had become too numerous to admit of further dmibt. "JYb ha i cu Id ado no danger, don't gut excited," laughed tlie old hunter, when Joe stumbled in his endeavors to scramble uphill under hi. burden of game ; we'll make it without breaking our necks; it isn't going to rain for an hour or two." "Tres "What makes .you .'think so?" I a-ked : " inst list en Ho that wind howl mg. " Yes, that does mean business ; but there's no hurry," he persisted ; " this spell of dry weather has lasted nearly a month, you know, and tlie first storm to break a long drought has to whoop things "up for a good while before it can scare up rain-clouds enough." Our bags of nitrate weighed about SO pounds apiece (dross, an enormous percentage of it) ; still, we managed to make good time as long as we had the shelter of the timber, and the tug-of-war commenced only half a mile higher up, where the gale swept an almost tree less ridge in blasts of fitful fur). Mis chief Joe plunged about like a ship in a whirlwind, but regained his balance, cur-ing and laughing, and old Pacheco took his hat between his teeth and trudged forward barehead foremost, like a swimmer breasting a heavy surf. One desperate upgrade remained be fore we could reach the level of our plateau, and every now and then Pacheco halted to exert all his lung force in a long-drawn wiioop. " Blame the luck, they must all be hiding like scared rabbits," he muttered, when we stopped for a breathing-spell. Admixtures of dry leaves and sand added to tlie afllictiveness of the whirl wind, and we had to "slant it" when we recommenced the ascent i. c., pick our way zig-zag through cliffs and roll ing pebbles. Things began to look glum for our scramble against time, but our signal-shouts had been heard, after ajl. " There comes Loo!" cried Mischief Joe; "one decent nigger in that gang, anyhow. What do you say, let's give him a brace of pigeons if he will tote this bag." "All right, and my hen-turkey for good measure," laughed the pothunter; " yes, here he comes." " Good for you, amigos," said the doughty Dominican, shouldering Joe's bag and one of our rifles ; "old Tom is keeping your supper warm ; but the sky is getting so all-fired full of lightning 1 thought 1 would help you up before one of those streaks hits your gun powder." Before we reached the level of our plateau the shroud of black clouds had overspread half the sky, and on a ridge dividing our spring brook from the tributaries of the East Fork, we could see a troop of wild goats, galloping madly for shelter. The storm was fast turning into a gale. " Look over yonder," Eaid Loo, point ing to the whirls of dry leaves waltzing up the valley. " I believe el demonio is traveling. A few minutes before I heard you shout I could see a tromba like a giant dancing around the cliffs near the gap and. shooting out streamers as if he were shaking his fist at me." tjffjJrpT T "t KtSi53HWfW--i--' &" BKyvfa vfcj-)Vx -fcBl-----l --F sr " " - ''"4 v yf "He's after Mischief Joe, I bet," laughed the pothunter; "-but nev r mind, we are almo-t up this 1 ttlj mountain. If the rain should gel o i our track wc can beat it with a rush, and those leaves won't hurt us much where we can't lose our way anymore." We found the camp in an uproar : basket-carriers dashing in and out 01 the Quartermaster's depot, and the proprietors of private kitchens racing to get their outfit under roof. The miscellanies of a broken wash-line were flying around like distracted chickens, and our watchdog, Cabrona, seemed to have caught the infection of the general excitement. As a rule, he vented his emotions only in a low growl, but now probably had no hesitation in conform ing his conduct to the change of pro gram, and jumped around barking at the top of his voice. " Hurrah for home," yelled. Joe, &? Dados." when' we plunged into our shop; "now -let it' come by barrels at a spit if it wants to." . A'TKOriCAL STOIOr. But pothunter Pacheco had been right. The storm had to overcome the resistance of a long drouth, .and the growls of thunder-peals had risen to a continuous crash before the clatter of flying twigs finally mingled with the splash of the long-expected shower. It was nearly dark by that time, and in the last glimpse of re maining twilight, Lieut. Estevan bounced in to borrow my rain-coat. "The old man is still down in the river-vallev'said he, "and I hone thev have reached Martinez's mission-house in time; but this weather won't stop them for a minute if 'he should see a good chance for a raid. A ear ago he caught a Spanish patrol under shelter in a storm just like this, and had them collared and spiawling before they knew what struck them; how do you trade jobs?" said he, when he had but toned the coat to the limit ; " this would be a nice night for spook-stories, but, woe is me, I've to climb up to that o.d lookou't-rock first; signals due from G ). m. to half-past, if they can make their powder flash." The rain came down in sheets and whirls, and in less than an hour the roof of my cave began to drip, but we had forestalled contingencies of that kind by fastening tarpaulins along the ceiling above our beds and gun-racks. " Wonder if Lieut. Erevan is back by this time," said Joe, when we had finished our supper; "just listen to that stoim! If that keeps on all hallo, what's that," he stammered, springing to clutch mv arm. The boom of a rising roar mingled with the clatter of the storm, and for a minute wo stood mute, close to the half-open window, and straining our eyes to. decipher the meaning of the portent.. The noise seemsd to come from the gorges of the East Fork, near the niter cave, or a little higher up. "Do you hear that?" said one of the scouts, tapping at the window ; " there's a cloudburst or something coming down Bowlder Creek. Yes, listen I You can htar the booming of the rocks quite plain ! " It sounded, like the bellowing of breakers freighted with drift-ice, and now and then we thought we could dis tinguish the splintering crash of a fall ing tree. " Wasn't it lucky we got home in time," chuckled Joe, when the scout was gone. "Suppose that had catched us in the cave; it might have drowned some of us." " Not you, Joe, as long as you had that luckpiece round your neck." "Good I didn't sell it," said Joe naively. "Maybe it brought us good luck on that trip to the Sabauilla, too." " Do you think a bullet could now hit you at all?" I inquired, wondering if he had ever reflected on the fate of the original proprietor. The storm moaned itself away before midnight, but the rain had come to keep us company for awhile, and the next morning I found a big fire blazing in the annex of the Quartermaster's depot, and nearly the entire, garrison of Camp Barrancas assemble around, a dice table. gambi ixg in camp. Gambling is the besetting foible of our Spanish-American neighbors, and has a good deal to do with their passion for malanzas; a plurality of West In dian sportbinen, I suspect, patronizing cockfights chiefly for the sake of the side bets. And no trial of mingled luck and skill attracts them half as much as a game of pure hazard, the plainer the better; professional gambolicrs never cease to suspect the purposes of the com plications in such boodle-traps as Trentc-tin. "Dados ! Dados 1 " yells a crowd of Creoles when a dealer shuffles his deck too elaborately ; " cards away and dice out!" Our banker, Corp'l Teo Marquez, had preferred to start at once on a business basis of operation. , Trcs dados, " chuckluck," as they call it in New Orleans, three dice in a little leather cup, and on the table six cards, representing the six main chances. Alongside of the ace there is a trian gular piece of pasteboard, for bets staked, on the chance that any number shall turn up in triplets. The winner of such a bet gets six time3 the amount of his i stake, or 30' times if he should have succeeded in guessing the aggregate of the triplication. The ordinary cards may win single, double, or threefold, according to tho preponderance of the coi responding number turned up at one throw. A dollar thus staked on No. 1 jwius $2 if the "chuck" should result j in two aces. If there should come no ace at all, the stakes on card. No. 1 are collared by the banker. Corp'l Marquez seemed to have se cured all the quartillas in camp, to judge from the pile on his tin-plate, and now began to rake in large coin. The table was crowded, and thus far ouly .two players had held theiij own against the luck of the bank. Juan. Rodrigo, the Yucatan athlete, .jlvon about two out of three bets, on even jchances, and had taken off his hat to hold bis steadily- increasing pile. Uid man Jiexar, the assistant jailor, had found the Goddess of Fortune a 'rather slippery bird, but had compelled her favors by resolute doubling, and now and. then had on a stake that might have flattened the Corporal's quartilla heap if the better's luck had come in the shape of a three header. But No. 3, the old man's favor ite card, seemed n little shy this morn ing, and the face of the blear-eyed turnkey was getting red with the irrita tion of hope deferred. At last trays came double ; but the banker raked in all stakes. " Hold on ; why didn't you pay me ? " asked the old man with a sort of indig nation. "Because you didn't win. Not one copper of three this time." " What? I had on $4." "Not on three, amigo. You put them on No. 4." " Do you mean to dispute that I " " One minute, before you say another word. There's Lieut. Salinez : did vou happen to notice his bet, Lieutenant?" SPANISH gamblers' superstitions. "' Yes, I did," said the referee ; " you did put it on No. 4, old man; I thought you had got tired of your old number. That settled the question, and the turnkey counted his remaining quarters with trembling fingers .to calculate the chance of retrieving his backset. , Old Bexar recommenced his dalli ance with the fickle goddess, but moie cautiously now;, and the attention of sightseers was transferred to the luck of the Yucatcco, who placed his stakes in a curious, zigzag manner, and with a success that began to tell upon the reserve fund of the banker. After keeping up those tactics for a quarter of of an hour, to thc; tune of $2 a bet, he paused to count the proceeds, and, after pocketing .a few of the larger banknotes, suddenly fplaced tho con siderable balance on Nio. G. Corp'l Marquez had already shaken for another chuck, blit held his cup suspended, and four other gamblers availed themselves of the delay to back Juan Rodrigo's choice. " Say, you scamps;, yhat do you want to spoil my luck for?" asked the Yucatcco angrily, as he, snatched back his stake in the nick of time. Six lost. 4 " Serves you right," said the Mexican. " That number would liavo won, sure, if you meddle-rats had left me alone." " Try again, amigo," said the banker encouragingly; "I'll see to it that you get a 'reserve,' if you .say so." " No, thanks ; pardimL conjianza my confidence i3.gone no.w," grumbled the gambler; " 111 take; a lgok at the weather, firsthand thdn try a new deal." Old Bexar was down to his bottom quartillas by that time, and soon rose, penniless Blit likewise with "an allcga- (Contiuued.on leuuud pa;e.) lriS??T?flr Jft- ' .. fe 3A JT a Mvtrf" JSr-St?2 lW5- tiMlie 23 BY DR. J. P. CANNON, Co. C, 27th Ala. Copyright, 1803, by the Publishers of Tin: National TnfuuNn. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Dr. Cannon, .who was a yonnj Alabama hoy when the civil war broke out, entered the rebel army not long previous to the lutttl of Forts Henry and Doncison. After Siiiloh. Dr. Cannon and others of his reim-nt be came members of the 45th Miss., and went on the Kentucky rarnpnicn, participating in the battle of Perryville and teircatin to Knoxville. Finally they went into Winter quarter? at Port Hudson, and were pros 'tit duri'in the naval attack. They were ordered to Tennessee, then sent back to Jackson, Miss., and moved about, until they enajied at the battle of Baker's Creek, after which they manuvered around Jackson, and after the fall of Vicksburu went to that city, later evacuating it. August finds the army in camp at Morton. CHAPTER XVIL When dinner was announced we took seats on opposite sides of the table. Grimes being tho older, Mrs. H. asked him first as to his choice of buttermilk or "clabber." "Buttermilk," said Grimes. I was always specially fond of " clabber," and so stated when my turn came. " Well," Eaid Mrs. H., " ' clabber ' is so much better when it aint broke, so I'll just give jou the bowl." The bowl held a half-gallon and was full to the brim. A mammoth dish piled up high with "snapbeans" sat between us. This . was all, but it was enough for any Confederate soldier. I would not have exchanged it for all the cakes and pies in Christendom, and we attacked it "with a rejish that no doubt caused the good lady to think we had not had a full meal since the re treat from Jackson.' When we had finished, two large caverns had been 'made in that mount ain of beans, and I will not say how much " clabber" had disappeared, for if anyone should ever read this he might think I am inclined to exaggerate, and that is something I won't do. I started out to keep a daily record of events; just as they occurred, and I'm going to "stick to tho truth"; but I fear the old man and the boys (who came in from the field about that time) went hungry for beans, and if they got any "clabber" for dinner it must have come from some other bowl. After dinner we gathered up our little chickens and eggs and wended our way back to camp, eight miles, arriv ing at sunset, as tired as we would have been after a hard day's march. Wj?jrxlrjSmKBmMkM3telZi f ?T.--E----tZ-----------r--yA-P-Cy jjff jt!jMfriS JSK C2a222SS7av t (T. -f. . -.tC-o-a-i'nvATe.ir.-fh& r- Confederate -Army. Morton, Mis., Sept. 4. Senr't W. A. Thompson arrived last night, having been captured at Baker's Creek, carried Noith, and confined in Fort Lafayette ; exchanged July 15, and has been in hospital at Petersburg, Va. He L in wretched health, and cannot live much longer, unless there is a speedy change for the better. Gen. Buford leaves for Mobile, and Col. Scott, of 12th La., takes command of the brigade. Sept. 5. Review by Gen. Hardee. In afternoon Gen. Hardee drilled the 12th La., 35th Ala. and 9th Ark., while wc were merely interested specta tors. Received letter from my Bueet heart, tho first in a long time ; had be gun to think she had gone back on me, but her letter dispels the delusion, and it is cheering to know that she still thinks of me sometimes. Sept. G. The opportunity of answer ing Miss 's letter so promptly was not expected, but as Mr. P. will leave to-morrow for northern Alabama, I have spent a good part of the day in performing that agieeable task, also in writing to home folks. Lieut. J. sent up his resignation some days since, and it came back to-day accepted, but accompanied by papers which were a surprise to him. He was immediately conscripted and made a " high private," but not wishing to serve in that capacity here, made application for a transfer to heavy artillery at Charleston. Sept. 7, 8 and 9. Nothing unusual for a few days. Orders to be ready to move, but not informed where ; however, the impression prevails that we are going to Bragg. Sept. 10. Moving orders counter manded, and it is very pleasing to us, as we have no desire to go to Tennessee now. Having passed through the sickly season herctiWvweather approaching, and unprovided as we are ivith teats, "We Stopped Alongside of a Lauge Farm and Made 'b!auket3 and clothing, it will be much more agreeable heie during the Winter than in a more northern climate. Sept. 11. Drew wages for two months' service. Money matters must be getting easier with the Government ; at any rate, they are paying more promptly, but Confederate money is so much depreciated it takes a month's wages to buy a watermelon in this country ; $10 being the standard price for a large one ; small, from 55 to 58. I EEVIVAL MEETINGS IN CAMP. Sept. 12 to 20. The past week has been monotonous ; nothing but routine duties drill, guard, inspection, reviews, except the " big meeting," which con tinues in full blast. Shelt Waits (my chum) professed, and I hope will con tinue steadfast, for he has been a wild boy. M. Cam has arrived from home, and we were glad to see him and to get the letters which he brought. Rations are rather short, and no chance to get anything by foraging. Never was much here, and still less since the soldiers have been in this country. Sept. 20 to 28. Another dull week. We are becoming sick and tired of thi place; would be willing to go to Bragg or anywhere else for a change. The only thing we have to interest us is tho revival. We have preaching every night by Chaplain Coffee, Lieut. Davis, of the 12th La., and Rev. Dr. Burns. Have heard more preaching in the last SO days than all the time since I left home. Tiuee of our company havo come in. They were on detail at Big Black at the time of the battle of Baker's Creek; went into Vicksburg, and were there during the siege; paroled, and have been at home since the sur icnder. Cheering news from Bragg and the Transmississippi Department, but don't know how much of it to be lieve. Sept. 29. Monthly report shows of Co. C aggregate 50, of whom 28 are present Col. Jackson arrived on 2 p. m. train, but brought no men with him. Sept. 30. Only two days ago we were wishing for orders to move, but if we could have had a forecast of tha weather, and had been consulted, we would certainly have postponed it at least one day longer. It began to rain early this morning, and has contiuued pouring down all da. At 12 m. we t received orders to cook rations on hand, (which was but one day's) and be ready to march at 4 p. m. The rain put out the fires and flooded the camps, so our cooking was done uuder great difficulties, and we had everything in a " mess " before we got through with it, but by 5 p. m. we were in line, and in the midst of the hardest of the rain moved out on the Canton road. A NIGHT MARCH. Night overtook us, but no abatement of the torrents of rain, and the. darkness was so impenetrable that we might aa well have been blindfolded. We waded through mud and water, feeling our war, Eousing Fires." singing as merniv iy as " niggers at acorn- shucking and laughing at our unfortu nate comrades, some of whom were con stantly falling into mudholes and ditches. I was beginning to congratulate my self on having no serious mishap, when suddenly my feet shot forward and I came plump down in a sitting posture into a hole of mud and water up to my .. . - -- waist When I attempted to pull out I found I was stuck fast, and to add to my f