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In
the
night
to
Port
Barrios
I
came
.
I
dispossess
myself
of
that
mountain
of
mule
and
hasten
along
the
water
shore
.
I
find
a
little
boat
to
be
tied
.
I
launch
myself
and
row
to
the
steamer
.
I
can
not
see
any
mans
on
board
,
so
I
climbed
one
rope
which
hang
at
the
side
.
I
then
myself
hide
in
the
bananas
.
Surely
,
I
say
,
if
the
ship
captains
view
me
,
they
shall
throw
me
again
to
those
Guatemala
.
Those
things
are
not
good
.
Guatemala
will
shoot
General
De
Vega
.
Therefore
,
I
am
hide
and
remain
silent
.
Life
itself
is
glorious
.
Liberty
,
it
is
pretty
good
;
but
so
good
as
life
I
do
not
think
.
'
"
Three
days
,
as
I
said
,
was
the
trip
to
New
Orleans
.
The
general
man
and
me
got
to
be
cronies
of
the
deepest
dye
.
Bananas
we
ate
until
they
were
distasteful
to
the
sight
and
an
eyesore
to
the
palate
,
but
to
bananas
alone
was
the
bill
of
fare
reduced
.
At
night
I
crawls
out
,
careful
,
on
the
lower
deck
,
and
gets
a
bucket
of
fresh
water
.
"
That
General
De
Vega
was
a
man
inhabited
by
an
engorgement
of
words
and
sentences
.
He
added
to
the
monotony
of
the
voyage
by
divestin
'
himself
of
conversation
.
He
believed
I
was
a
revolutionist
of
his
own
party
,
there
bein
'
,
as
he
told
me
,
a
good
many
Americans
and
other
foreigners
in
its
ranks
.
'
Twas
a
braggart
and
a
conceited
little
gabbler
it
was
,
though
he
considered
himself
a
hero
.
'
Twas
on
himself
he
wasted
all
his
regrets
at
the
failin
'
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
a
stowed-away
conspirator
that
owed
his
existence
to
a
mule
and
stolen
bananas
.
He
was
tellin
'
me
about
the
great
railroad
he
had
been
buildin
'
,
and
he
relates
what
he
calls
a
comic
incident
about
a
fool
Irishman
he
inveigled
from
New
Orleans
to
sling
a
pick
on
his
little
morgue
of
a
narrow-gauge
line
.
'
Twas
sorrowful
to
hear
the
little
,
dirty
general
tell
the
opprobrious
story
of
how
he
put
salt
upon
the
tail
of
that
reckless
and
silly
bird
,
Clancy
.
Laugh
,
he
did
,
hearty
and
long
.
He
shook
with
laughin
'
,
the
black-faced
rebel
and
outcast
,
standin
'
neck-deep
in
bananas
,
without
friends
or
country
.
"
'
Ah
,
señor
,
'
he
snickers
,
'
to
the
death
you
would
have
laughed
at
that
drollest
Irish
.
I
say
to
him
:
"
Strong
,
big
mans
is
need
very
much
in
Guatemala
.
"
"
I
will
blows
strike
for
your
down-pressed
country
,
"
he
say
.
"
That
shall
you
do
,
"
I
tell
him
.
Ah
!
it
was
an
Irish
so
comic
.
He
sees
one
box
break
upon
the
wharf
that
contain
for
the
guard
a
few
gun
.
He
think
there
is
gun
in
all
the
box
.
But
that
is
all
pickaxe
.
Yes
.
Ah
!
señor
,
could
you
the
face
of
that
Irish
have
seen
when
they
set
him
to
the
work
!
'
"
'
Twas
thus
the
exboss
of
the
employment
bureau
contributed
to
the
tedium
of
the
trip
with
merry
jests
and
anecdote
.
But
now
and
then
he
would
weep
upon
the
bananas
and
make
oration
about
the
lost
cause
of
liberty
and
the
mule
.
"
'
Twas
a
pleasant
sound
when
the
steamer
bumped
against
the
pier
in
New
Orleans
.
Pretty
soon
we
heard
the
pat-a-pat
of
hundreds
of
bare
feet
,
and
the
Dago
gang
that
unloads
the
fruit
jumped
on
the
deck
and
down
into
the
hold
.
Me
and
the
general
worked
a
while
at
passin
'
up
the
bunches
,
and
they
thought
we
were
part
of
the
gang
.
After
about
an
hour
we
managed
to
slip
off
the
steamer
onto
the
wharf
.
"
'
Twas
a
great
honour
on
the
hands
of
an
obscure
Clancy
,
havin
'
the
entertainment
of
the
representative
of
a
great
foreign
filibusterin
'
power
.
I
first
bought
for
the
general
and
myself
many
long
drinks
and
things
to
eat
that
were
not
bananas
.
The
general
man
trotted
along
at
my
side
,
leavin
'
all
the
arrangements
to
me
.
I
led
him
up
to
Lafayette
Square
and
set
him
on
a
bench
in
the
little
park
.
Cigarettes
I
had
bought
for
him
,
and
he
humped
himself
down
on
the
seat
like
a
little
,
fat
,
contented
hobo
.
I
look
him
over
as
he
sets
there
,
and
what
I
see
pleases
me
.
Brown
by
nature
and
instinct
,
he
is
now
brindled
with
dirt
and
dust
.
Praise
to
the
mule
,
his
clothes
is
mostly
strings
and
flaps
.
Yes
,
the
looks
of
the
general
man
is
agreeable
to
Clancy
.
"
I
ask
him
,
delicate
,
if
,
by
any
chance
,
he
brought
away
anybody
's
money
with
him
from
Guatemala
.
He
sighs
and
bumps
his
shoulders
against
the
bench
.
Not
a
cent
.
All
right
.
Maybe
,
he
tells
me
,
some
of
his
friends
in
the
tropic
outfit
will
send
him
funds
later
.
The
general
was
as
clear
a
case
of
no
visible
means
as
I
ever
saw
.
