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After his service in the Spanish American War, he served in the Philippines and posts in the United States, retiring in He died in The setting of the account is the year during the Spanish-American War in Cuba. He was captured and imprisoned for his activities until its end in After his release he was again arrested. In , he came to the United States and as the leader of the Cuban Insurgents , played an important role in the United States war with Spain.

He died in Washington, D. The United States faced a war with Spain. The President was anxious for information. He realized that success meant that the soldiers of the republic must cooperate with the insurgent forces of Cuba.

He understood that it was essential to know how many Spanish troops there were on the island, their quality and condition, their morale, the character of their officers, especially those of the high command; the state of the roads in all seasons; the sanitary situation in both the Spanish and insurgent armies and the country in general; how well both sides were armed and what the Cuban forces would need in order to harass the enemy while American battalions were being mobilized; the topography of the country and many other important facts.

Small wonder that the command, "Send him! It was perhaps an hour later, at noon, when Colonel Wagner came to me to ask me to meet him at the Army and Navy Club for lunch at one o'clock. Notwithstanding that I still believed the colonel was joking I replied in the affirmative. Your problem will be to secure from him information of a military character, bring it down to date and arrange it on a working basis.

Your message to him will be in the nature of a series of inquiries from the President. Written communication, further than is necessary to identify you, will be avoided. History has furnished us with the record of too many tragedies to warrant taking risks. Nathan Hale of the Continental Army, and Lieutenant Richey in the War with Mexico were both caught with dispatches; both were put to death and in the case of the latter the plans for Scott's invasion of Vera Cruz was divulged to the enemy.

There must be no failure on your part; there must be no errors made in this case. The rest depends on you. You require no further instructions than those I will now give you. Quarter-master-General Humphreys will see that you are put ashore at Kingston. After that, providing the United States declares war on Spain, further instructions will be based on cables received from you. Otherwise everything will be silence. You must plan and act for yourself.

The task is yours and yours only. You must get a message to Garcia. Your train leaves at midnight. Good-by and good luck!

As Colonel Wagner released mine he repeated: "Get that message to Garcia! My duty was, as I understood it, complicated by the fact that a state of war did not exist, nor would it exist at the time of my departure; possibly not until after my arrival in Jamaica.

A false step might bring about a condition that a lifetime of statement would never explain. Should war be declared my mission would be simplified, although its dangers would not be lessened.

In instances of this kind, where one's reputation, as well as his life, is at stake, it is usual to ask for written instructions. In military service the life of the man is at the disposal of his country, but his reputation is his own and it ought not be placed in the hands of anyone with power to destroy it, either by neglect or otherwise. But in this case it never occurred to me to ask for written instructions; my sole thought was that I was charged with a message to Garcia and to get from him certain information and that I was going to do it.

Whether Colonel Wagner ever placed on file in the office of the adjutant-general the substance of our conversation I do not know. At this late day it matters little. My train left Washington at a. It was Saturday when the train departed, but it was Friday when I left the club.

I assumed the Fates would decide that I had left on Friday. But I soon forgot that in my mental discussion of other matters and did not recall it until some time afterward and then it mattered nothing, for my mission had been completed.

The "Adirondack" left on time and the voyage was without special incident. I held myself aloof from the other passengers and learned only from a traveling companion, an electrical engineer, what was going on. He conveyed to me the cheerful information that because of my keeping away from them and giving no one any information as to my business, a bunch of convivial spirits had conferred on me the title of "the bunco steerer. I had but one incriminating paper, a letter from the State Department to officials in Jamaica saying that I was what I might represent myself to be.

But if war had been declared before the Adirondack entered Cuban waters she would have been liable to search by Spain, under the rules of international law. As I was contraband and the bearer of contraband I could have been seized as a prisoner of war and taken aboard any Spanish ship, while the British boat, after compliance with specified preliminaries, could have been sunk, despite the fact that she left a peaceful port under a neutral flag, bound for a neutral port, prior to a declaration of war.

Recalling this state of affairs, I hid this paper in the life preserver in my stateroom and it was with great relief I saw the cape astern. By nine the next morning I had landed and was a guest of Jamaica. I was soon in touch with Mr. Lay, head of the Cuban junta, and with him and his aids planning to get to Garcia as soon as possible.

I had left Washington April April 20 the cables announced that the United States had given Spain until the 23 to agree to surrender Cuba to the Cubans and to withdraw her armed forces from the island and her navy from its waters. I had in cypher cabled my arrival and on April 23 a reply in code came: "Join Garcia as soon as possible!

There were a number of exiled Cubans present whom I had not met before and we were conversing on general topics when a carriage drove up. Following which, without further discussion, I was led to the vehicle and took a seat inside. Then began one of the strangest rides ever taken by a soldier on duty or off. My driver proved to be the most taciturn of Jehus. He spoke not to me, nor heeded me when I spoke to him. The instant I was shut in he started through the maze of Kingston's streets at a furious pace.

On and on he drove, never slackening speed, and soon we had passed the suburbs and were beyond all habitations. I knocked, yes, kicked, but he gave no heed. He seemed to understand that I was carrying a message to Garcia and that it was his part to get me over the first "leg" of the journey as speedily as possible. So, after several futile efforts to make him listen to me, I decided to let matters take their course and settled back in my seat.

Four miles farther, through a dense growth of tropical trees, we flew along the broad and level Spanish Town road, until at the edge of the jungle we halted, the door of the cab was opened, a strange face appeared, and I was invited to transfer to another carriage that was waiting. But the strangeness of it all! The order in which everything appeared to be arranged! Not an unnecessary word was indulged in, not a second of time was wasted.

A minute later and again I was on my way. The second driver, like the first, was dumb. He declined all efforts made to get him in conversation, contenting himself by putting his horses to as swift a pace as possible, so on we went through Spanish Town and up the valley of the Cobre river to the backbone of the island where the road runs down to the ultramarine waters of the Caribbean at St.

Ann's Bay. Still not a word from my driver, although I repeatedly endeavored to get him to talk to me. Not a sound, not a sign that he understood me: just a race along a splendid road, breathing more freely as the altitude increased, until as the sun set we drew up beside a railway station.

But what is this mass of ebony rolling down the slope of the cut toward me? Had the Spanish authorities anticipated me and placed Jamaica officers on my trail? I was uneasy for a monument as this apparition came in sight, but relief came when an old Negro hobbled to the carriage and shoved through the door a deliciously fried chicken and two bottles of Bass' ale, at the same time letting loose a volley of dialect, which, as I was able to catch a word here and there, I understood was highly complimentary to me for helping Cuba gain her freedom and giving me to understand that he was "doing his bit" with me.

But my driver stood not on ceremony, nor was he interested in either chicken or conversation. In a trice a new pair of horses was relayed on and away we went my Jehu plying his whip vigorously.

I had only time enough to thank the old Negro by shouting: "Good-by, Uncle! Although I fully comprehended the gravity and importance of the errand in which I was engaged, I lost sight of it for the time in my admiration of the tropical forests.

The difference is that while during the sunlight it is the vegetable world that is in perennial bloom, at night it is the insect world in its flight that excites attention. Hardly had the short twilight changed to utter darkness when the glowworms turned on their phosphorescent lights and flooded the woods with their weird beauties. These magnificent fireflies illuminated with their incandescence the forest I was traversing until it resembled a veritable fairyland.

But even such wonders as these are forgotten in the recollection of duty to be performed. We still coursed onward at a speed that was limited only by the physical abilities of the horses, when suddenly a shrill whistle sounded from the jungle!

My carriage stopped. Men appeared as if they had sprung from the ground. I was surrounded by a party of men armed to the teeth. I had no fear of being intercepted on British soil by Spanish soldiers, but these abrupt halts were getting on my nerves, because action by the Jamaica authorities would mean the failure of the mission, and if the Jamaica authorities had been notified that I was violating the neutrality of the island I would not be allowed to proceed.

What if these men were English soldiers! But my feelings were soon relieved. A whispered parley and we were away again! In about an hour we halted in front of a house outlined by feeble lights within. Supper waited. The junta manifestly believed in liberal feeding. The first thing offered me was a glass of Jamaica rum.

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A Message to Garcia and Thirteen Other Things

Он до самой смерти боролся за то, во что верил, - за право личности на неприкосновенность частной жизни. Внизу по-прежнему завывала сирена. - Надо вырубить все электроснабжение, и как можно скорее! - потребовала Сьюзан. Она знала, что, если они не будут терять времени, им удастся спасти эту великую дешифровальную машину параллельной обработки. Каждый компьютер в мире, от обычных ПК, продающихся в магазинах торговой сети Радиошэк, и до систем спутникового управления и контроля НАСА, имеет встроенное страховочное приспособление как раз на случай таких ситуаций, называемое отключение из розетки. Полностью отключив электроснабжение, они могли бы остановить работу ТРАНСТЕКСТА, а вирус удалить позже, просто заново отформатировав жесткие диски компьютера. В процессе форматирования стирается память машины - информация, программное обеспечение, вирусы, одним словом - все, и в большинстве случаев переформатирование означает потерю тысяч файлов, многих лет труда.

 Атомный вес! - возбужденно воскликнул Джабба.  - Единственное различие - их атомный вес. Это и есть ключ. Давайте оба веса.


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 Только если файл не заражен вирусом. Бринкерхофф даже подпрыгнул. - Вирус. Кто тебе сказал про вирус. - Это единственное разумное объяснение, - сказала.  - Джабба уверяет, что вирус - единственное, что могло привести к столь долгой работе ТРАНСТЕКСТА.

A message to Garcia and thirteen other things : as written by Fra Elbertus

Он убил Дэвида. Бринкерхофф положил руку ей на плечо. - Мы почти приехали, мисс Флетчер.

 Подумайте, мистер Клушар, - тихо, но настойчиво сказал Беккер.  - Это очень важно. Клушар заморгал.

Поднял посверкивающую полуавтоматическую беретту и нацелил ее на дверь, а потом опустил себе на колени. - Сьюзан, - сказал он торжественно.  - Здесь мы в безопасности. Нам нужно поговорить. Если Грег Хейл ворвется… - Он не закончил фразу.

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Лиланд Фонтейн решил, что с него довольно этого зрелища. - Выключите, - приказал.  - Выключите эту чертовщину. Джабба смотрел прямо перед собой, как капитан тонущего корабля. - Мы опоздали, сэр.

Нуматака почти ничего не замечал. Мысли его были. Он ждал, когда зазвонит прямой телефон, но звонка все не. Кто-то постучал в дверь. - Войдите, - буркнул Нуматака.

 Я не убивал его! - Крик Хейла перекрыл вой сирены.  - Его столкнул вниз Стратмор.


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