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were, kept clear of us. As a fact, I was the 
anly American in the crowd; but any man that 
comes from an American ship, be he the 
greenest Hollander afloat, is, in their eyes, a 
ireaded Americano. 
1 After going through our pockets, they 
marched us across the court yard and made us 
enter a small box-like room where they locked 
us in and for the first time in my life I was in 
prison. But I was the only one to whom this 
was a new sensation. Hans, in fact, had served 
l term in Sing Sing (for sleeping on a gentle- 
nan’s doorstep, as he told us), and learned the 
rade of shoemaking there. 
As it was evident we were to spend the night 
in this “lock-up,” I felt my way to a corner in 
the extreme end, and rolling up my coat for a 
pillow, took off my shoes and lay down and 
•lept in my blanket, which they had not taken 
from me. 
Joe and the rest lay on the floor near the 
door, and during the night several drunken 
Thilanos were thrust into the place, and they 
ell over and raised a great rumpus among them. 
1 slept undisturbed until morning and felt fresh 
is a daisy; but when I stood up to put my coat 
in, I found the air was foul with the fumes of 
obacco and stale liquor, for there was no venti- 
ation whatever; no windows or anything to let 
n air. 
When the guard opened the door about six 
I’clock next morning, Sunday, Feb. 19, the 
iweet air and sunlight streaming in was a 
dlessing. The building I noticed was a light 
rame affair, inclosed in corrugated sheet iron. 
‘How long would such a prison hold a gang of 
Mew York toughs?” I thought as I looked at it; 
ind yet what good would it do them to get out, 
he perpendicular wall of mountains at the back 
if the city was a prison in itself and defied all 
iscape in that direction. 
The natives that had been arrested during the 
light were given brooms and made to go out 
md sweep the streets. We were not disturbed 
intil about an hour later, when we were also 
riven brooms and told to sweep out the place 
ve had been sleeping in. Joe was put to work 
sweeping off the sidewalk around the inside of 
he court yard and I swept off the floor of a 
small, round building, in the center of the in- 
‘.losure that looked like a summer house and 
lad a table full of all sorts of chemical appa¬ 
ratus that reminded me of tales I had read 
ibout the Spanish inquisition. 
To, the right of the archway that led to the 
street were a number of small rooms where 
(he officers lived. Across the inclosure from 
hese was a large building, where all the guards 
slept and ate their meals. 
When we had given the boards a “lick and a 
iromise” with the brooms, we threw them down 
md watched the garrison getting ready to go 
hrough the ceremony of hoisting the colors at 
he gateway. An attendant brought out the 
(ommander’s horse, all saddled and groomed; 
he soldiers lined up, dressed in their best uni- 
orm, and to the strains of music from the band, 
flaying a national air. they marched out and 
ormed in a long line in the gutter, across the 
treet from the barracks. Here they came to 
1 “present arms,” and the band struck up a 
ivelier air that send the commander’s horse 
trancing about the street, and the flag of Chili 
vas hoisted on the flagstaff over the archway. 
Then they came in again and broke ranks, and 
was amused to see how quickly the musicians 
lulled off the military coat they had thrown 
>ver their starched shirts and collars and 
lastened away, probably to church. Time 
[ragged along wearily after that; no one spoke 
o us, and we were allowed to walk about at 
vill. The sun as it drew on toward mid-day 
treamed down into the court yard with its 
vhite-washed walls and the glare, combined 
vith the heat, drove us into a sort of store- 
00m on one side of the archway leading to the 
treet for shelter from its burning rays. 
My appetite had been gnawing at my innards 
or some time, when one of the native prisoners 
ame in from the street with a bucket of what I 
t first took to be slops. This he set down,in 
he shade near 11s and motioned us to take it, 
fhile he drew away and watched us. 
“What is it, Joe?” I asked, as Joe stirred the 
stuff about with a ladle. 
“Something goot,” he answered. 
“By golly, it may be,” said I, “but it’s too rich 
for my blood.” 
“Vait till I stir it,” he replied, and sure 
enough, the oils and grease on the surface gave 
way to a rich, dark-red fluid, and out from the 
bottom of the bucket he fished a ladleful of big. 
red beans. 
“Try dem,” he said. I did so, and never tasted 
a more spicy dish in my life than those beans. 
I feasted on them, and all the time we were 
eating the Chilanos refused to come near, but 
took what we left and ate it among themselves. 
Soon after dinner we were surprised to see 
Mr. Hill, the mate of the bark and an inter¬ 
preter go into the office and have a confab with 
our little man in black. The result was we were 
marched under guard down to the mole and 
made to get into a large white whale boat that 
was waiting for us. Sitting at the long sweeps 
were four Chilanos that we recognized as men 
belonging to Caleta Buena, the same as had 
come off in the lighters that brought us our 
cargo. 
They had left Caleta Buena at four o’clock 
that morning and pulled the thirty odd miles 
to this place in seven hours. As we went out 
of the harbor and left the city of Pisagua and 
the fleet of ships anchored behind us, I did not 
know whether to be sorry or glad. As it was. 
we would soon be home in the W., for the mate 
told us she was all loaded now. Stevedores 
from shore had come off and finished the job, 
for it had only taken two lighter loads to com¬ 
plete the cargo. But then, all our clothes were 
gone, we had nothing to wear going home, and 
it would be a cold job off the Horn with but 
one shift of clothes and no blankets. Yet. after 
our disappointment, in not getting a ship for 
’Frisco, I think we were all quite willing to re¬ 
turn to the bark. 
Rounding the point of land we shut Pisagua 
from view and stretched out on the seats by the 
mate in the stern. He asked us all about our 
trip ashore and tried to get us to say who it 
was took us out of the bark, but none of us 
would tell him. 
The poor Chilanos were sweating away at the 
long sweeps, sending the cleanly modeled boat 
hissing and seething against a long ground 
swell that came dead against us from the 
south’ard. The mate dozed off after an hour 
or so of monotonous rowing, and I, to stretch 
my legs and rest, moved way aft on the little 
deck at the stern, and from here I could see 
how easily and buoyantly the light boat took 
the seas. She was a typical west-coast boat, 
sharp at both ends, some thirty feet in length. 
At each end was a deck for about six feet with 
a towing post at the end of it. The rest of the 
boat was crossed by five or six seats, on the 
forward four of which sat the rowers on the 
opposite side from their oars, to get a purchase 
on the long ash. Instead of oarlocks, they used 
one _ thole pin and held the oar to it by a 
grommet of rope. 
The mountains as we passed along the shore 
presented a most grand and fascinating sight; 
some places towering straight up from the sea a 
sheer wall thousands of feet in height. In others 
the cliff was seared and split into deep ravines, 
as if some volcanic action had rended the 
earth at some distant period. When we were 
on the plains we noticed this same peculiarity. 
Every mile or two there would be a crack or 
crevice running across the plain, some barely 
six feet in depth, others perhaps thirty. 
Not a house, boat or sign of life did we see 
along the shore save the hundreds of seals that 
lay basking in the sun on the rocks or dove 
about in the surf. 
When the mate was sleeping. I made a motion 
to the rowers as if I would drop overboard 
and swim ashore, just to see how much we 
could count on their friendship, for I knew they 
did not like the mate any too well, and they 
grinned and nodded for me to do so. They 
gradually pulled inshore, until instead of being 
two miles out, we were within half a mile of the 
rocks and could distinctly hear the boom of 
the surf against the shore. But I had enough 
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