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THE SUN, SUNDAY, APRIL 7, 191?.
ZAPATA, MEXICAN REBEL LEADER, INTERVIEWED
Found by THE' SUN'S Correspondent
in Camp, Tells Why He Is
Fighting President Madero
from The St'N'a special correspondent.
TKiit'AfANt Stnte of Pucbla, March 20.
I imvn Just returned from a twelve
hours Imrscbnck ride from the Chula
Mountains. 100 miles went of here, after
trending a few hours In the camp of
Kmlllano 'apatn, leader of the Zapa
II; t rebels whose activities have exas
perated three Administrations and
whose petty successes havo contrib
ute to set the republic afire.
Tuerto (One-Eyed) Morales, who, with
Eufemlo. Emlllano's brother, contributes
the brains of tho movement, Is an old
acquaintance. When last I saw him
he was a peaceful, lazy cargador. or
human furniture van, In tho historic
town of Cunutla. When Kmlllano de
clared himself actively opposed to den.
plaz the soft spoken Tuerto removed
the head strap by which he carried
enormous bulky weights and disap
peared Into the mountains.
lte passed my horizon again at the
battle of Horseshoe Hill, near Cuerna
vara, on February 19, when his forces
ere stcnally defeated by (Jen. Juven
clo Ilobles. And yesterday t talked to
him beneath a great tamarind's cool
shade. In the meantime rustic saga
and exaggerated legend had spoken
vociferously of his deeds and prowess;
and I was amused to remember that the
bloodthirsty and picturesque brigand,
for whose head Madero willingly would
jive much money, had once removed hts
tattered hat and humbly thanked me
for the four cents I chose to reward
htm with for, carrying my grip to theJ
railroad station, -ine price oi m rib
of mescal was ample perquisite In those
piping times of peace; whereas now he
demands a village for Immunity!
With the steel tracks of the railway,
glimmering In the fearful heat, from
Tehuacan to La Huerta as a base, the
Chula Mountains In the purple distance
for the apex, and my course cutting
across the yellow plains northwest of
La Huerta, I figured out my map three
days ago and decided that I would at
tempt to see the Southern Eagle In
his mountain eyrie before returning to
Mexico city. My mission, the portray
al of conditions near Tehuacan after
the locustlike Zapatlst hordes had dev
astatcd the country, otce accomplished.
1 was about to purchase a ticket for
Puebla, when I accidentally overheard
two cargadors conversing In the street.
Forced Peons to Tell.
"He Is at La Perla." whispered one.
"Is he coming here?" Inquired his
companion.
"I do not know, but Tuerto was In
town last night and left this morn
ing for the Chulas. I hope he comes;
I am tired of working."
Using the last sentence as a club, I
forced the two peons to tell mo what
they knew.
That Zapata was at La Perla Ranch
nt the base of the distant mountains;
that the versatile Tuerto had been In
town a few hours before and that the
rebels had abandoned the State of
Morelos for the richer pastures of
I'u bla these bits of news altered my
luans, and by 9 o'clock I had purchased
h hon-e and set out down the dusty road
Indicated b- my two scamp friends, for
the Chula Mountains.
The day was Hot; the road uneven and
randy; my horse a hard trotter; the
saddle uncomfortable With Its great
round, flat horn, low cantle and short
stirrups riveted Into Immutability; the
canteen warm; my clothes sticky and
hot In the sunshine, and the tombllkc
silence about, combined with an unin
teresting landscape, nearly caused me
to turn back to town, where tee clinked
npalnst a slender glass.
Long rolling hills, devoid of alt vege
tation but dried yellow shrubbery; the
winding road; not a single thatched hut
In sight; everywhere nothing but vast
ftretches of empty, desolate space. On
the rises my horse would pause of his
mvn accord, while I scanned a shimmer
Ins waste. In the ravines the heat
(lewd In like an aching conscience.
Th town was lost behind; the moun
tains seemed no nearer.
Kar In the north a small cloud slowly
writhed nnd twisted Into a myriad con
tours. I would pull my hat over my
eyes, count 100, and look for the cloud.
Now It was pulled out like a slender
wilted lady's glove; now It huddled into
a xiunt faint resemblance to a Dllllken;
nraln It spread out like a feathery fan!
It drew up In the middle like an hour
r!a;i; it rose like an accusing finger
to th Zenlth. With the patter of the
horse's phuffllng feet I hummed Casey
Jones until I shouted aloud to drive
the Inann rhythm from my mln6 I
discovered that I was clutching the
plateiiko saddlo horn tightly with both
hand". I wet my lips, wiped my tongue
on my sleeve and left a grimy smear
on the. khaki.
At the Canon's Bottom.
My Jaws would relax, only to tighten
h"n thought of something else. I
l" .' l for tho cloud It had disinte
grated Into n drove of sheep. I started
'o 1 mt them and found, to my hor
ror u,nt I was counting to the tune ,
"f ite famous .tones. I loosened my i
r" t mi In the stirrup and rested on
I iiKht. The horse stopped. We
nt tho bottom of a steep canyon
I" i" '.'ch grow an Immense tamarind
,r " near tho roadside, Its trunk ten
f "' In diameter, Its great branches
t ' high in the air and falling over
1 nrri Dm ground In a majestic sweep
a preen waterfall. ,
I ."nenth the tree, lying with right
"" for a pillow, his horse sleeping
! drooping head and tall, my vision
r fi ll tlw dusty form of Tuerto Mo
' Hi- was fast asleep. What a
k.i r inu enjoyment the sight would
Un il till
T UTto.
bosom of Madero!
Dlsplerta, flojo" (wake
threw up his head, stood
y ii vr nostril, and Morales
' Ins feet, rifle in hand, frlght-
" In eye, and gazed at me.
1 ii know me, Tuerto7" I In
' ping my hands on the horn
line
xi.i rertnlnly. What are you
I knew you In Cuautla,
IT,
1'Jlr
i.f : r
d my head and climbed stiffly
We sat and talked until nearly 6
o'clock. Tho shade was smooth and cool
and refreshing, Tuerto In a good hu
mor and my horse soon gratefully doz
ing near his companion.
"So you havo come to see el Jefe?"
said my friend as wo lay gazing up Into
tho trcctop. "The chief Is not fond of
reporters and was especially enraged
over the series of articles you wroto last
fall, In which you Inslstlngly recom
mended that his head be severed, adding
that he would then be a fit person to
treat with. He Is a sensible man, how
ever, and will probably realize that you
had1 to say that to earn your wages.
When It gets a little cooler we will pro
ceed." We talked or rather Tuerto mumbled
long eloquent phrases while I listened
drowsily. His exploits were recounted
at length. He dwelt with gusto and de
tail on the narration of sanguinary bat
tles, relating the number of Federals
who perished by his hand.
They Feared the Result.
"It Is a hard fight, and we sometimes
fear the result," he said. "They accuse
us of barbarous methods with the
wounded. Let me tell you. my friend,"
he grew excited, rising to or.e elbbw nnd
looking down Into my face. "Let me as
sure you that the atrocities practised
by the Government soldiers so far sur
pass .ours that comparison dies before
It Is born.
"At the battle of El Utile the detach
ment under my command was forced to
flee after I had killed six soldiers my
self. We fled through the Jungles to the
outskirts of the town. Imagine our
terror when we discovered ten rurales
riding out of the street to meet us. We
dispersed In all directions; I myself ran
Into an abandoned hut, climbed up to
the middle rafter and lay there still as a
night owl.
"Through a torn place In the wall T
watched proceedings outside. Fle of
my men were taken. Their hands were
tied and they were thrown to the
ground beside another hovel. Soon the
rurales returned.' They had caught one
other fellow. A discussion Immediately
arose, and It was decided to execute
them.
"They were offered their lives and
freedom on the condition they tell where
I was. Although my men cbuld see my
face through the aperture, they
shrugged their shoulders and laughed
at their executioners. Finding that It
VARIED AND BEWILDERING IS
The old colored cook In Cuba when she
goes to market can pick out the pork
obtained from pigs which have been fed
on sugar cano alone, and she refuses to
purchase any other. No one can cheat
her Into buying alcohol made from any
other sourco, cither. Some foreigners
may not Is now real aguardiente, pure and
undeflled sugar cane made, but she does.
She bathes her face in it, sip It, rubs the
th t tB 8 d ropof lt in th(s baby's
. ' fnrharf
hot soun. makes a cross on the forehead
as a charm against evil spells with the
aguardiente and thanks heaven for tho
ever present remedy. It restores her
spirits as efficaciously as Frenoh cognac
does her Spanish master's.
Should a wound bo received a remedy
Is at hand; tho soro is bathed In aguar
diente, a little is taken for the stomach's
sake, and all Is well, Aguardiento is as
close, even much closer at hand often
than is water, and it in tho remedy or nil
remedies for every III. flesh Is heir to
anion? the majority of natives. Some
times it Is used to spico a hot cup of tea
made from the leaf of tho oram;n tree
or a distilled hot teii called tlla.
All the infirmities of man urn supposed
In Cuba to be helped, If not cured, by a
drink of some kind, hot or cold or tepid,
but iced, never, What a flying In the
faco of Providence to a Cuban it U to
drink iced anything' Tun, as known In
other countries I slightly esteemed nnd
seldom used.
As to water, yes, it l used as a drink
In every Iiouhh, fltil it U natural water.
A "tlneja" for water MancN in every
home, enclosed by slats of mahogany or
earved teakwood and ivory, ucoording
t lte owner's wealth, and In the Urge
was useless, the officer ordered them
shot. They were Jerked to their feet and
backed against the wall,
"Notwithstanding the fact that the
law says tho shooting squad must be
ten yards away from tho victims, these
ruralca stood within ten feet of my men
and shot them In the face, contrary to
the same law which says they must be
shot with one bullet each In tho breast.
I nearly tumbled from my hiding place
with fury at tho sight. When two or
thrco charges had been fired Into the
motionless figures one of tho rurales
went up and searched the bodies. One
man had ten centavos in his pocket,
another live. Tho soldier kept the
spoil.. Discovering that one of the
men had a gold tooth, ho picked up n
stone and smashed tho bloody head
until the jagged mouth yielded up the
bit of gold. This he also pocketed.
Jmt , . m
trmr ..js. atv mwihwmKX-ixs jam..
ZAPATA,
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MEXICAN 3?EVOlVTfi
"No effort was made to bury them
and tho soldiers went away in search
of me. I waited until sundown and
then rejotned my forces. I have heard
that the troopers cut the ears off the
dead rebels to prove how many were
slain In battle. I have not seen this,
however; but I have no doubt It Is
true."
Saw Twinkling Campfires.
Tuerto's talk was Interesting, but
when one Is In search of a Hon a4
hyena is disappointing.
At C o'clock we saddled the horses
nnd rode on. In the cool of the eve
ning we pushed nbead nt a rnpld pace
and Just before we entered the long
valley nt the foot of the mountains I
noticed that the cloud -had grown nnd
was tumbling about -In the ultramarine
heavens like barber's foam. Far up the
hillside could be seen the twinkling
campfires of the Zapatlst camp.
As we started up tho mountainside.
a voice rang out;
"Quien vlve?" (Who goes there?)
"Viva Zapata. Soy yo, el Tuerto."
(It is I. the One-Eyed!) .
The sentry stood out from behind a
boulder, saluted and we went on up
tho tortuous path. We soon came in
sight of the camp. Dozens of flres
were blazing about; whole quarters of
veal from the ranch herd were roasting
with pleasant smell; dark forms passed
between us and the flames, and we
dismounted, gave the horses to a rebel
and advanced to the main group.
A man arose, gazed sharply Into
our flamellt faces and stepped forward
to meet us. It was Kmlllano Zapata.
"Hello, Tuerto. Who Is that?" he
asked In a sharp voice.
"Good evening, Chief. This to a pen
cil driver who has come to see our
little band of cutthroats, as he called us
last September."
Zapata gazed Intently at me, then
held out his hand.
porous earthern Jar within Is water, but
lee, never.
In the poorer houses swings the " per
ron " somewhere In the circulating air.
It Is a porous earthenware bottle. You
drink from it directly by throwing back
your head and poising It, deftly aiming
tho stream from tho right spout- -for thore
are two, one to drink from, tho other to
fill it by-straight down the throat. No
water ever tastes better, even from a
coconnut gourd, but practice alone can
mako perfect In Uextority with the "por
ron," Hut perhaps you cannot learn. Olal
you must lie a foreigner, "un estranjoro."
Oh, well, then thoro are other arrange
ments to suit you better. Quick servidor,
bring something to drink-for no native
over releases a visitor without offering
1 hl"J something cooling to drink.
Tamarind is cooling to foreign blood.
It is served as a crushed pulp mixed with
sugar nnd water. Perhaps you prefor
a refreshing drink of crushed pineapple
but pineapple In Its natlvo juicy, normal
state uixl superiority. There are a hun-Jj-od
"refrescoft" of juiey fruits, ever nt
hand, from tho anon, the custard apple
planted in the Garden of Kden by mother
Nature, to the chirimoa, tho pupaya
and scores of others. Their names may bo
unpronouncealilo to the htraugnr, but are
glibly rolled off by tho residents of the
(lunlert of Kden, ns every native calls
his beloved island,
Th"li there are tho panales. These are
made of sugar ami uIiIIk of 'gg dried in
tho form of honeycombs, ami a Jur of
them is usually found on top of every
tlneju ready for use, while stacks of
theiu are risible In all the cafes. Pleasant
"Hollo, young man, You are quite
a beardless youth to suggest the de
decapltatlon of Kmlllano Zapata. But
I suppose you will get wiser as the
years go by. Como over and cat."
Tho rebel chieftain Is forty-ono years
of age, five feet eight Inches tall, with
broad shoulders, slender hlpsj legs
bowed from a lifetime In tho saddle, long
rangy arms, a narrow head with low
brow, straight wiry purple-black hair;
flashing, suspicious, ever moving dark
eyes; hooked nose, small cars, high
cheekbones, hollow checks, flowing
black mustache, perfect teeth and a
strong pointed chin.
Stared Boldly at Auditor.
He stares boldly nt his auditor, Is
eloquent with shoulder and hands,
smiles rarely nnd has a good command
of the Spanish language. It Is dlfll-
M mumwfssswmi' Jit mritM: 3Knray mm mwn-.in
OTTHS
cult to gauge his sincerity, and It Is
said that he has promised his men
four clays of unlicensed looting when he
takes Mexico city.
Thnt he Is a natural leader Is not
to bo doubted. His followers obey his
orders with prompt docility, they fear
him perhaps more than they respect
him or love him, but they follow and
obey him. The people of his country
ndoro him and prefer death to telling
of his movements.
Ho himself has never been seen on
the field of battle, but aware of every
move made by the enemy, as Is evi
denced by the reenforcements he sends
from his wildly scattered hordes to the
band engaged. His capture will be a
difficult thing. Every emissary from
Madero remains In his camp and shares
his fortunes.
We ate tortillas, a thin flat cake of
ground corn meal, beaten out by hand
and baked on a hot tin, and broiled
meat without salt. Zapata said little,
but devoted himself to completing a
hearty meal, during which ho con
sumed an astonishing number of cakes
and a great quantity of meat When
to the palate? Of course. Every one finds
them useful in outting the dust from the
throat In tho "Garden of Edon where
the heat makes tho mouth llko a dry
spongo. Simple? Yes, very; so are the
delectablo limn drinks so abundant, tho
real thing and not concoctions of sotno
drug essence
Junfr follow tho old negroes with tho
largo gold hoop In her nose, who was
transplanted to this island from Mozam
bique about a decade ago follow her as
she goes strolling along, jingling a triangle
as -sho begs coppers on her way to the
corner grocery to get her sip of firewater
or a cup of red claret. As she dawdles
and jingles she sings a common refrain,
"So Hays the Priest. This is almost the
only class seen drunk on the stroets.
The cart driver, an emigrant from the
Basque country of Spain, will be at tho
corner grocery also for his thimbleful of
"Manzanilla," a kind of apple toddy made
In Spain. Hanging from a rafter there
may be a strange looking object somewhat
resembling a large smoked ham, but It is
in reality a pigskin filled with ordinary
wine.
Tne Chinese quarters roveal another
kind of "beliida." A largo number of
C'hiueso remain in Cuba, where a living
may Im had with small labor and less
capital, Homo earn enough by morely
ringing tho bell in a railroad station for
the t.uin to leave, Othe h are storekeep
ers or truck gardeners and others are do
mesticH in well to do families. Some of
them, wen us beggars, look more limn any
other beggurs as If qililo deserted by
"Ka," who gave the hoed of life.
In Uio Chinese store there are tucked
away quit out of sight many black squat
he finished he leaned back and picked
his teeth with the point of a hunting
knife twelve Inches long, eyeing me
closely the while. What time I did not
watch the leader I looked about the
camp.
There were about one hundred men
In sight, and around a shoulder of the
mountain were scores more, eating and
resting like us. They were short,
swarthy, heavy set fellows In every
Imaginable costume and armed with
every conceivable weapon known to
man.
Government army coats, taken from
the dead, great straw hats, sandals, army
boots, ragged, soiled linen trousers,
greasy blue uniforms, a brand new khaki
suit, felt hats, turbans mndo of old
shirts or bandana hnndkerchlefs; pis
tols, antiquated and automatic, muzzlo
loading shotguns, rifles, Winchesters,
ZAPATA
BOD YCTUA 7?B
AMD FLAG-
Krags, Mausers, German rifles, pump
guns, knives, sling shots, hatchets, pow
der horns, cartridge, jelts, machetes,
sabres, pocket knives every thinkable
accoutrement and habiliment embel
lished and adorned this motley crew of
land pirates.
Looe Songs Amid Dangers.
We reclined on ' our blankets, with
saddles for pillows, our feet toward the
fire. Together we listened to the grad
ual stilling of the camp. Somewhere
beyond the big boulder, a natural artist
THE TIPPLE
pots filled with a liquor looking like Ink.
This is to be had at any and all prices
according to the customer's pocketbook.
As Coolie John travels to and from market
this stuff steeped in opium nerves him
for another trial at "rifa rifa, " his own
pet gambling sport.
Becauso tho hot "guarapo" is pure and
healthful one should taste lt when visit
ing a sugar mill or "ingenio. "Guarapo "
is the hot boiling cane juice before lt is
made into granulated sugar. Often a
thimbleful of anisette or klmmel is put
in to remove its insipidity. Invalids
stand in the vapor of this foaming syrup
and drink lt hot daily aa a supposed
remedy for many diseases of the body.
But the drink of all drinks In Cuba is
Just coffee. Even babies In swaddling
clothes drink coffee and milk as it Is pre
pared in a native Cuban household a
cupful of fresh boiled milk with just a
dash of coffee. The pure bean is not even
ground out on the plantations, in some
instances it is morely crushod and put into
a flannel bag, boiling water then being
poured ovor it. ,
.It is something of a problem how to
secure fresh milk in Cuba, where it has
been known to curdle almost on leaving
the cow, Tho wnil In many households
of early morning is "Ay! ohl the milk is
curdled, No coffee or milk." Tho llrst
born takes up the cry of "Ay mama-itu,"
and the next heir chants it to the rising
sun, till all down tho lino goes a howl,
for milk alone is tho common breakfast,
luirtaken of by all, In the cities and lnwiis
to prevent this ralmnlty tho cow uuil her
calf are brought to one's doorsill and
there, the milkman seated on the very
doorstep, the cow la milked,
Reforms Demanded in Mexico's Govern
mentDenies He Is a Bandit
Counter Charges of Cruelty
thrummed a guitar. Instantly the men
quieted and hearkened to tho song.
That Is Tuerto and Eufemlo, my
brother," murmured Zapata, as two
voices arose In the stillness of the
mountainside.
Tho singers began their song In
sweet, quivering crescendo, tho guitar
throbbing a strange, haunting second.
The breeze stirred tho leaves above us;
far down tho reaches of the slopes a
coyote burked, tho staccato yelp break
ing into a long, weird, cachlnnatlve
howl that told of demons tearing at
tho heart of tho mangy fugitive.
Away over to tho right and above
us a piercing, shrill, reechoing howl
answered back; to tho left a series of
angry barks took up tho cry; from the
summit floated down on the sweet
scented air the wild scream of a panther,
and from all sides, perhaps miles away
but seeming near on account of tho pe
culiar penetrating timbre of tho wild
wolf h cry and the natural acoustics or
tho mountain crags, aroso the cowardly
defiance of the coyotes challenge to
the hill leopard.
The song continued. Drowsy melody
meant for sleepy ears! Soft words
conveying tender sentiments lilting to
Denslve strains! Tho folklore of a
legendary, wondrous people set to music
that Is tho counterpart and child of
fnrput hreezes. murmuring brooks, rip
pllng freshets, pattering rain, warm
moonlight, whispering things or tne
woods music that Is the expression of
Nature's tenderest, warmest passionate
moods.
If I thould pause beneath thy window, dear,
An aehtnc heart within me.
If I ahould tell my lonclnc wltn, dear.
Could I ezpeet a fiance from UeeT
If In thy little handi my heart lay,
If In thy eyes my future told Ita tale;
Could I but know that pulsing heart you hold,
dear,
Could. I but read my future In thine eyei.
Could I but touch thy garment's hem. dear,
Methlnks beneath thy window I could die.
The song died away in a drawn out,
melancholy wall, the guitar rounded up
the notes with a soft jumble of chords,
and the night was still.
I was awakened by a conversation
carried on beside me in low tones. With
closed eyes, I listened.
OF CUBA
In Cuba the cafe Is open on all sides
and within sit rich and poor day in and
day out sipping, sipping. No one drinks
In Cuba. Every ono sips. Nobody could
keep drinking all tho time, but sipping
has tho advantago that one can keep it
up almost perpetually.
Chocolate may be found at some 6
ojclock tea where the guests are of mixed
blood, but it is no false presentation of
this rich nourishing cup, but the true
"fabrica" made from the bean right In
the city of Havana, where are large fac
tories importing It direct from South
America. In vast cool "almaoens along
tho wharves of large cities are to be had
wines, oily and rich, fit for a golden
chalice, pure, uanadulterated, from Cadiz
direct or other markets.
There are some of the ordinary soda
fountains, but thoy are supposed to be
for the use of foreigners chiefly,
A Kentucky Family Record.
From the Brandenburg Messenger.
Clint McCarty, who killed Mrs. Re
becca Frank In Loulsvtllo a few days ago,
was well known here, having lived near
town nnd opposite this place In Indiana
until twelve years ago, when ho moved to
Louisville, He certainly belonged to an
Ill-fated fumlly.
Thirty-eight years ago his father, Allen
Mcl.'uity, was shot In a fuloon In this
city. About twenty years ngci his mother
una murdered. She lived uctr the Harden
county lino and was shot by Zauk GUI.
A sou of Clint MeC'arly, iiKrd 8 years,
shot a brother 4 years old whllo handling
a gun, About four yi'.ns hko a slater of
Mccarty's committed suli'lde la Umls
vllln by taking poison, Juat u (ew ils
ago before the above shooting McCarty
had a son lo dl In Loulavllla.
They are within oloven miles, seflor,
said the panting voice of i dusty com lor.
"I saw them at El Higo from the summit
of the Tiempo Hill. Thci-o muvt have
been 300 and they havo three field guns.
They were marching fast in this direction.'
Ale Breakfast in Saddle.
Zapata said something I could not
catch, shook my shoulder and shouti'd
to a bugler. Before I slipped on my
boots, the hoarse, guttural elIow of a
horn blew down the mountain, and the
men hastily scrambled to their feet.
I am sorry wo must leavn you," said
Zapata to me. "But ono of my men
has Just como In with the news that tho
Government soldiers nre fast on my
trail. They aro on tho other side of tho
mountain. I will go with you u part of
the way back to Tehuacan, ns my road
lies In that direction."
We ate our breakfast in the saddle.
The morning was cool and tho fresh
foliage of the slopes looked Inviting ni
I contemplated tho long trip lack to
town. We reached the foot of the moun
tain, formed In lino and started down
the road.
Zapata and I rode about ten yards in
advance, Tuerto nnd Kufemio Zapata,
whom I had .met and found to bo a bright
young man, of more talent but les Initia
tive than his older brother, bringing up
the troop. Ordinarily Zapata rides in
the middle of his men, with scouts far
in advance to watch for ambushes; but
the road was wido nnd the plains clear.
"They accuse mo of brigandage, with
no sense of right, government or politics,"
he said as we rode. "Perhaps it Is true
that my knowledge of politics In meagre;
I know nothing of stealing from the
poor to enrich those already possessed
of more than they know what to do with.
That seems to me to lie tho aim and end
of politics in this count ry.
My Idea of government is tho em
ployment of such measures as will con
duce to the greatest happinea, nnd any
deviation from this ideal is, in my opinion,
tyranny, and I am opposed to tyranny.
For thirty years my people were l?nt
beneath that yoke; every morning I looked
at the' apple of revolution, but it seemed
it would never ripen.
Finally, I plucked tho fruit of resistance
to oppression, and now I am feeding it to
Madero aa I served it to Diaz in bis last
days and as I brought It to the table around
which sat the aristocratic and religious Do
la Barra and his conspirators hatching
their eggs of intrigue.
Oh, how I hato them all! If I have lo
bum and steal and kill to let them know
and feel my hatred of them and their acts,
I shall steal and burn nnd kill. I have no
other weapons, and I use the ones I have.
They will never put me down, nnd should
they kill me they will havo a malignant,
hating, cursing, omnipresent ghost to deal
with.
Madero Is Arraigned.
Madero cries out that he has not had a
chance to mako good tho promises ho
scattered so profusely when he needed help.
"We of the South, and tho rebels of tho
North, would havo given him every
chance, but ho started his career by ex
iling Iteyes, who could have boon made
to eat out of his hand if appointed Min
ister of War; by elevating I'ino tluarrr. to
tho Vice-Presidency in place of Fran
cisco Vazquez Gomez, tho people's prefer
ence; by compelling the resignation of
Emilio Vazquez, who had done nothing
but good; by rewarding his incapable men
with the governorship of States, by listen
ing to tho counsels, nay, demands of Gus
tavo Madero, the cause of tho whol
trouble; by rewarding Orozco and offer
ing to pay me for my services with a
subordinate position in the army.
"By these, and many other moves, he
awoko my suspicions, which were latT
confirmed by his weak and uncoitain atti
tude in dealing with the problems of state;
liy his action in surrounding himself with
men in a fashion which ho probibly be
lieved was similar to that of Diaz, or
Napoleon with his marshals, but which
was really tho method employed by a
cowardly schoolboy in choosing big com
panions on tho proposition that becauso
they wero big they could fight and defend
him from tormentors.
"Madero is not a man to occupy the
Presidential chair, and I shall mako ita
point to oust him from It. I shall never
cease fighting until he is an outcast. It
would give me personal pleasure to hang
him from the highest cypress tree at Cha-
pultepeo.
"Ho Is a traitor, Inasmuch as every art
of his has been antagonistic to Mexico's
prosperity and development. Ho has
failed In his promises and proved weak
In his premises. He 1b a small man.
No, I do not know who will lo his
suoceasor. Frankly, I see no ono worthy
of the position. But Madero being tho
lowest throw from Fnto's dlco box, the
chances are thnt the next throw will l
bettor; surely Fortuno will not repeat tho
deuce. Any honest man who would
have the strength to live up to his char
acter would be better thin Madero, no
matter if his wisdom and statecraft weie
weak. Ho can hire men to do that work.
Need a Strong President.
In jur country wo need a strong Presi
dent to direct affairs, or a Cabinet that
can. In your country you havo a Con
stitution that Is respected, laws that are
obeyed and men to enforco both. In
Mexico we have not these things. There
fore we need a man at tho top and not a
silly automaton like Madero, nor yot
a gross, merciless dictator litco Diaz.
Certainly, De la Barra is not tho man.
I must leave you hero. You know
my Ideals partition of tho great estates
among tho poor, good wages and wor)( tin
all, honest administration of tho judges'
offices, Justloo to all with a fair trim,
punishment commensurate with the crime,
peaceful relations with your country,
the removal from power of usurpers and
tho unfit, and the elect ion to olllco of good,
cam bio Mexicans; those plunks, as yoi
call them, or vital in the platfmm of th
plan of Han Luis Potosi, which Mattoio
drew up and failed to live up to.
"I shall hope to see you in Moxleo city
before long. Try to tell tho truth in your
paper, nnd do not lieliovo that all our
battles are lost, or that wo always I oho
more men than tho enemy, or that
Kmlllano Zapata is a lumlil with an out
law's ideals.
We stopped our horses and awaited I ho
oavalftidn behind. They rude up, eh l:
hands with mo, and turned out of tho l ivid,
I watched them out of sight around ihu
base of a hill. The mountain was mllos
Iwhind, nnd tno roaa to i cummin loug
and hot and dusty.