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Show h'DlCirROD is S ( i S j j Or. The Adventures of J s An Eton Boy... 2 I BY JAMES ORANTi water and the ship swung round head to wind as her courses were bralled up and the men hurried aloft to hand the topsails and topgallant sails; so she was soon denuded of her canvas. can-vas. When the anchor plunged into tae frothy water, making a thousand concentric con-centric ripples run from the ship; and when I felt, by the instant strain upon the cable, that she had firm hold of the ground, my heart swelled with unalloyed happiness; for to be in Ten-eriffe Ten-eriffe was to be far on the watery high road to my home. Santa Cruz being the capital of these isles, is the residence of the captain-general captain-general of the Canaries, the seat of the supreme court of law, and of all the consuls and commissaries of foreign powers, whose various flags, when displayed dis-played upon their houses, make the handsome streets as gay in aspect as the harbor, which is always crowded by the shipping of every nation. A custom house boat, with the Spanish Span-ish ensign floating at the stern, came promptly off with an official, a daudied Creole in uniform, with a sombrero on his curly head, a saber at his side, and a cigar in his mouth. To him Capt. Estremera made a full report of the mutiny which had broken out in his ship when off the African coast, and the stern mode of its suppression. Hence, in two hours after, we had the satisfaction of seeing Antonio el Cubano, Benito Ojeda, the old tindal of the Lascars, and eighter other rascals, taken off to the castle of Santa Cruz in a large open boat, guarded by twelve Spanish soldiers, in charge of a lieutenant, lieu-tenant, Don Luiz Pineda. I can still recall the glance of impotent im-potent and baffled malignity that Antonio An-tonio bestowed on us as he went down the ship's side. It combined all the worst emotions of his angry heart.and somewhat reminded me of his face in that terrible moment when he swung at the end of the studding sail-boom, sail-boom, with despair in his clutch and death in his heart. We watched the boat till it reached the long stone mole, and then we saw the fixed bayonets of the escort flashing, flash-ing, as the whole party ascended the great stair toward the custom house, and surrounded by a mob of those nautical nau-tical idlers who usually make a pier their lounge, disappear in the interior of the town, as they marched toward the castle. Two episodes more will close the story of Antonio his trial and punishment. punish-ment. CHAPTTR XXXV. The Last of Antonio El Cubano. The trial came on in a couple of days after, and proceeded with a celerity unknown in England or Scotland either. eith-er. We were all examined, and previously pre-viously were sworn, not on a Bible, but over two sword blades held in the form of a cross for such is the old chivalric custom in a Spanish court of law. Without hesitation the judges found Antonio guilty; he was sentenced to die by the garotte, and heard his doom with apparent apathy. The tindal of the Lascars was released, re-leased, as it would appear that he had acted under compulsion; but Benito Ojedo and eight other Spanish seamen sea-men were sentenced to work in the fortifications or on the highways for ten years, in chains, as felons or galley gal-ley slaves. A few days later we found a great crowd of colonists, citizens, mulattoes, Creoles and negroes, all in motley and gaudily striped linen jackets and trousers, trou-sers, assembled in the Plaza, where a guard of Spanish infantry, with muskets mus-kets shouldered and bayonets fixed, kept back the people in the form of a hollow square about a raised wooden platform, which was covered with black cloth and whereon was placed the garotte. "What is all this about?" we asked. "It is for the execution of Antonio, a Cuban pirate, who is to die by the garotte," replied a soldier, i (To be continued.) CHAPTER XXXIII. (Continued.) This feat I achieved with considerable consider-able peril, for the birds, when roused from their eyries, whooped, screamed, and wheeled in fiocks and circles about me, flapping their huge wings; so that once I became so bewildered, that instead in-stead of clambering again to the sum-mit sum-mit of the cliff, I began a descent toward to-ward tho foaming sea below. In reascending my hat was blown away, and with it the wretched eggs for which I had risked my life and limbs. After this event I resolved to procure food for myself alone, and instead of returning to Antonio, who usually loitered about the hut our men had left, I went to the opposite side of the island, and found a banana grove, wherein I took up my quarters. 1 I had been thirty-six hours without, seeing my pleasant chum, the Cubano, or being near him with food. I knew that his rage would be great, and feeling feel-ing myself unusually weak, after all the mental excitement and bodily exposure ex-posure I had undergone, necessity compelled com-pelled me now to avoid him strictly, as I was totally incapable of contending contend-ing with him in any way. i If he found me to plead that I had When searching for berries about sunrise, on the western side of the isle, and while the sun, though up, was yet below the great mountain and cast its shadow to the extreme horizon of the haby morning sea, I encountered Antonio An-tonio at last. Hunger, apparently, had rendered him furious; but feeling certain in a moment that timidity would do me no service, I started back and said in Spanish: I "Ha! ha! I told you what would happen when I wanted food," said he, feeling the point of his knife. My blood ran cold at these words, and I cast a longing eye upon my lost , hatchet; he saw the glance and trampled upon the weapon with a mocking laugh. "What do you mean, Cubano?" I asked, in an almost breathless voice. "Simply this that, as self-preservation is the first law of nature, I am bound to kill you." He had the revolver in his hand, and while he cast a glance at the caps on the breach, as if to see that they were all right, and sheathed his knife, I made a bound aside and placed a banana tree between us. The dastard fired, and the ball, as it whistled past, stripped off a piece of bark. In the same manner I escaped a second sec-ond shot, so Antonio, finding that his much-prized ammunition was likely to be expended fruitlessly, rushed forward for-ward to use his knife. The tendril of a pumpkin caught his left foot, he fell heavily and hurt himself him-self severely. Then, darting past, I secured my hatchet, and rendered furious furi-ous by all that had occurred, and by the imminent danger wh:i menaced me, a light seemed to flash before my eyes, I trembled with rage, and felt as If imbued with supernatural strength. I was about to spring upon Antoio with hands, feet and teeth, to hew him with the hatchet as I would have hewn a tree, when a ' new object suddenly caught my eye. It was a ship but a ship ashore. "Cubano," I exclaimed in a. husky voice, "look there!" Antonio looked in the direction indicated, in-dicated, and, pausing in his murderous Intention, uttered a fierce laugh of satisfaction. sat-isfaction. In the rocky channel which opened between the inaccessible island and ours there lay the wave-beaten hull of a. dismasted vessel, which might have rlrifted in over night, as it was certainly certain-ly not there yesterday, and it was now lammed hard and fast upon a reef of rock that connected them. This new object changed at once the terrible current of the Cuban's ideas. A grim smile passed over his olive countenance, he shook back the elf-like masses of coal-black hair, which, in Bkye-terrier fashion, overhung his wild dark eyes, and sheathing his knife, Baid: "Mio muchacho come; I was only Joking. Yonder we will find food, perhaps, per-haps, and who knows what more? Come, it is a bargain, and if you don't desert me, I shall not molest you again." He proceeded at once toward the beach, and I vo.s hungry enough, and perhaps reckless enough now, to be glad of a truce, and to follow him, in the hope of finding something eatable on board. CHAPTER XXXIV. The Homeward Voyage. My heart beat happily; I was no longer a lonely maroon, but on the high road to home and Old England. We were rescued by a ship hailed by ; Hlslop and the others. i We had several days of the finest tropical weather, and they passed un- j marked by a greater incident than seeing a shoal of dolphins, sparkling as they surged through the brine; the silvery flying fish leap from one green watery slope to another, while the dark, crooked fin of the stealthy shark glided as usual in the trough of the sea between; a piece of weedy driftwood drift-wood with Mother Cary's chickens or albatrosfes, floating near it, or perhaps i at the horizon the topsails of a vessel hull-down, appearing for a time like white or dusky specks, according to the position of the sun. The captain of the San Ildefouso perceiving per-ceiving that Marc Hislop and I were great friends kindiy placed us in the same watch. As for Antonio the Cubano. we never went near him if we could help it. He was placed in the cable tier, and for more complete security, in the bilboes, bil-boes, which are iron shackles that confine con-fine the feet. However, we daily heard from the surgeon and from Era Anselmo, who was somewhat skilled in surgery, and who undertook his cure bodily and mentally, that the wound under the right armpit had proved slight, through the lungs had escaped narrowly, but that the other in the breast had penetrated the fleshy portion por-tion of the heart, and was a very dangerous dan-gerous one. The friar added that "the Cubano was not one of those men who are easily killed, and thus he would recover rapidly." We also heard that Antonio was well cared for, as he had discovered one or two friends among the crew, such as the seaman Benito Ojeda, a most villainous vil-lainous looking, beetle browed and squat little Catalonian, who seemed to be the worst character on board, and was engaged in perpetual quarrels. A few days after crossing the tropic of Cancer, on a lovely afternoon, we again saw the peak of Teneriffe lighted light-ed up by the western sunshine and rising like a cone of red flame from the blue sea. The clouds seemed to rise with it, and ere long we saw its base spreading spread-ing out beneath them. "Tennyreef aga'n!" I heard old Tom Lambourne muttering, as he leaned over the lee bow, with a short pipe in his mouth. "Dash my wig! I have had a spell enough of Tennyreef before" this!" Manuel Gautier and Hislop now came with a party of seamen to get the anchors an-chors off the forecastle to her bows. This was no light task, the reader may be assured, for they were each about forty-five hundred weight; and now the ponderous cables rattled along the deck as they were bent to the iron rings. We approached this singular island . from a point that was new to me; but still its great and most familiar features fea-tures were the same as when I first saw them from the deck of the Eugenie. Eu-genie. Estremera now reminded us that when at Teneriffe we should not fail to visit the two great sights of the island the Valley of the Diamond and the old Dragon tree of Caora. The wind was fresh and fair, but felt light after sunset; and when the high land of the Grand Canary was on our starboard beam it almost died away. As we crept on we saw the lighthouse at the base of La Montana Rexo, which in the warm sunset seemed seem-ed to have turned into blood or port wine, so deeply crimson was the glow that lingered on the clouds and on the shore; and then the vast peak save where girdled in midair by a light floating vapor seemed all of a deep violet tint dotted at its base by the white walls of houses, or of sugar mills and by groves of gocoa and rosewood trees. Darkness was soon there, but still the sunset lingered in rays of fire upon up-on the mighty peak of Adam, on which the eye never tired of gazing. By midnight we were abreast of it, and all was darkness at last save where the millions of stars were sparkling spar-kling in the wide blue dome of the sky. Hislop and I were in the morning-watch morning-watch when the ship arrived off the mouth of the harbor of Santa Cruz that pretty town which Humboldt termed the most beautiful between Spain and the Indies. A flash that broke the darkness, with a light puff of smoke floating away from the old castle walls, indicated the morning gun, and that dawn was visible. vis-ible. It seemed as if it were but yesterday when the Eugenie and the Costa Rican brig had worked out of the same harbor har-bor together, in the same species of dull twilight, and that all which had passed since that time had been a dream. We beat in with the breeze ahead. The light of another day was rapidly descending from the summit of the peak, and already that green girdle ' named the Region of Laurels was shining in the sunbeam; so ere long we saw the windows of the custom house, which stands above the long mole, and all the shaded lattices of the terraced streets of Santa Cruz, glittering in gold and purple sheen. The anchors were ready to be let go; the chain cables were ranged upon deck in long coils that ran fore and aft; we tacked repeatedly, and each time the tacks became shorter and more frequent. "Ready about! Presto! down with the helm let fly the head-sheets!" were the orders heard incessantly from Estremera and Manuel Gautier. The yards slewed around sharply and the canvas flapped with a sound like the cracking of musketry; at last the anchor was let go about a half mile from the shore in thirty fathoms of |