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Under Blanco's eye, or, Hal Maynard among the Cuban insurgents

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Under Blanco's eye, or, Hal Maynard among the Cuban insurgents
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Starry flag weekly Thrilling stories of our victorious army
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Wells, Douglas
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New York
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Street & Smith
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English
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1 online resource (32 p.) 26 cm.: ;

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Dime novels. ( lcsh )
Spanish-American War, 1898 -- Fiction ( lcsh )
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University of South Florida
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University of South Florida
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025604962 ( ALEPH )
71126049 ( OCLC )
S52-00010 ( USFLDC DOI )
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Starry Flag Weekly

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IOOKS, TOl!ACCO & C ANDY. Stationery, Blank&Rece i""t Bok P' 0 s. Libraries Exchanged. Books & J FU< OT, 5!JO MILWAUKEE AVf NUE. Starry Flag Weekly T!.OU'tl lVetkly-By SubSC1'i]>lL01l $2.50 per vem'. as aats yatter (Ii lhe N. r., Post. 0.t1lce. 81 l!1ullon St., N. r. Entered Areordi.aq to Act of Oonrne&s, tu lite l ear 1898, m the. Office Qf the Lr.bnwum of Conm ea, II asluugtou. .D. C. No. 1. NEW YORK, May 7, 18<)8. Price Five Cents. Under Bianco's Eye; OR, HAL MAYNARD AMONQ THE CUBAN INSURQENTS By DOUGLAS WELLS. first P a rt. CHAPTER I. "THE ONLY A::IIERICAN IN HAVANA." A bo y of some eigl)teen or nineteen years rushed ..frantically out upon a wharf bordering the harbor of Havana. "Hold on ,, Elbowing his way through the darkskinned crowd, he reached the stringpiece, now waving his arms wildly. At the top of his voice came the fervent appeal: "Don't leave me behincl -Unheeclful of the Spanish crowa about him, the boy gazed anxiously at the fast receding stern of the United States steamer Fern. Th
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2 S'l'A!Uff FLAG WEEKLY. His corning bad been the signal for the start. A moment later the little steamer's prow was cutting the muddy, bloodstained waters of Havana harbor. Close to the wreck of the United States' once proud battleship Maine passed the Fern. Standing on deck, General Lee and his immediate party had bared their heads in silent respect and grief for the two hundred and sixty-six sailors whom Spanish treachery had destroyed. General Lee believed that he had succeeded in bringing the last A 111erican away. He certainly had, so far as he kuew. He had done his duty like an American. \'et, all unknown to him, one American remained behind-Hal Maynard, the boy who now stood watching the receding Fern with a look of mingled anxiety and wistfulness. Suddenly Hal uncovered. His glance had rested on the Stars and Stripes at the steam er' s stern. It was a courageous thing to do-to salute the hated Yankee flag in this stronghold of that flag's bitterest enemies. But Hal did it, without bluster or hesitation. There was a choking sensation in the boy's throat; tears glistened in his eyes. "My country's flag," he murmured brokenly. "May God always bless your folds, and protect them! May those Stars and Stripes soon come back here, and float a supreme warning that treachery and tyranny can never flourish in the New World!-'' It may be that some of the Spaniards grouped about him heard him. If so, they did not understand, or it would have been worse for this American boy. "The senor does not like our climate!" Jeeringly the words were uttered. Half turning, Maynard gazed unto tl 1 e speaker's eyes. The _latter was a Spaniard, a peon or laborer. Raggeil, barefooted, dirty, lie had the appearance of a mau half-starved. The fellow's tattered sombrero restecl at au angle on his head. His gleaming, glittering eyes, made brighter by that uoudescript illness, slow starvation, had an ugly light in them. In whatever direction l\1aynard turned he saw others like this fellow-thousands of them. Every wharf and pier, every building near the water front, every available spot of view was crowded by Spaniards wl10 had come out to watch the departure of America's consul general, and, watching, to jeer. It was no use to gaze longer after the Fern, yet Hal Maynard found himself unable to stir. "If I never see the flag again. I must see it to the last to-day," he murmured. "Senor does not 1 i ke our climate?" again jeered the fellow at his elbow. Hal made no answer, not even tnrn iug this time. But his tormentor would not quit. "Perhaps it is our people that the senor does not like? I have heard that there were some Americans who do 11ot love the Spanish!'' Still Hal stood with his eyes fastened on the flag. ''If the se11or is a good friend of Spain," continued the fellow, with mocking insinuation, "he will shout, 'viva Espana!'" Long live Spain? Hal Maynard would have died a dozen deaths sooner than utter such a detestable wish Those black, glea.ming eyes were fastened on him pitilessly, until-until the tormentor found himself ignored. Then he swiftly turned to his fellow Spaniards. "Here is an American!'' he cried. A laughi11g chorus greeted the an no11ncem en t. "He wanted to go home!"

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8TAURY FLAG WEEKLY. 3 More laughter greeted this stupid sally. "And now," continued the announcet, "he is crying to find himself left here with us!" "There is yet time for him to swim after the vessel!" jibed another Spaniard. ''Or let him cruise home on the Maine!" At this there was a cyclonic burst of laughter. Instantly the other Spaniards began to cast about for sayings which the crowd : would regard as being witty. Hal Maynard's eyes flashed. A fight would be helpless-hopeless, leaving him only the fate of death at the hands of this jibing, vicious mob. Yet no sooner was the word "Maine" uttered than he turned ()nce more to \vhere the wreck of the Maine lay and lifted his hat "?ith a motion of reverence. It was grit-clear grit! That much even the Spaniards could appreciate. It was a defiance, too, and in a moment a1igry murmur<; went up. "Let us see if a Yankee pig can swim!" "And 1 he steers toward that battered iron scow, we can shoot him from the wharf." "As we will shoot all Yankees who dare to come here after this!" shouted another. Hal faced them, head erect and shoul ....-ders thrown back. He folly expected to be thrown into the muddy water, but 11e did not propose to flinch. For a moment the crowd hesitated, ready to follow any caprice, but waiting for a leader. After waiting a moment for the attack, Hal fert a sudden thrill of misgiving. His hand had touched, accidentally, on something under his coat. That recalled him to his