. Under three flags in Cuba; a personal account of the Cuban insurrection and Spanish-American war . ook place. Prominent Cubans of revo-lutionary sympathies were taken outside the lines atnight and shot. Their bodies were then brought inand buried without recognition, as insurgents killedin battle. Colonel La Barerra, the infamous chief of policein Havana, had a complete system of espionage, andswayed his power rather to blackmail than to stampout the revolution. I could fill pages with revoltingdetails of cases that came under my personal notice,of murder and outrage perpetrated by this blac
. Under three flags in Cuba; a personal account of the Cuban insurrection and Spanish-American war . ook place. Prominent Cubans of revo-lutionary sympathies were taken outside the lines atnight and shot. Their bodies were then brought inand buried without recognition, as insurgents killedin battle. Colonel La Barerra, the infamous chief of policein Havana, had a complete system of espionage, andswayed his power rather to blackmail than to stampout the revolution. I could fill pages with revoltingdetails of cases that came under my personal notice,of murder and outrage perpetrated by this blackguardand his assistants Escalante, Pratts, Prinn, and othersatellites. They blackmailed with impunity underthreat of exile, and to intimidate others they de-ported many innocent people, who were finally par-doned by General Blanco. Their dupes were forcedto play the spy, and, as in the case of Beato, whobetrayed Mrs. Sotolongo, were hung when their use-fulness was over and their knowledge dangerous. A young Cuban friend of mine named Arisa andhis companion Posada came under Barerras ban, and 74. r- 00 Q X< oo An Official Murder were murdered in cold blood on the niglit of August13, 97. Arisa was the son of a sugar-exporter;Posada, the son of the Consul-General of the summer they visited friends, expatriatedCubans, in Mexico. On their return they werearrested, but released. We sat that night in theannex of the Inglaterra hotel, joking at their experi-ence, and discussing the coming fiesta at the broke up at a late hour, and next day I learnedthat Arisa and Posada had disappeared. Theirfriends feared the worst, and while aiding in thesearch, my assistant Garcia learned that they hadbeen arrested as they left the hotel, thrust into acoach in Central Park, and driven rapidly away. Senor Diego, a stock-broker in the Casa Nueva,had told me that day of cries for help, and shotsnear his house in Tulipan during the night, and ofa waiting deadcart in El Cerr
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