A large room on the second floor of a small grey house forms the sleeping and working quarters of a Dictator only 31 years old, whom elder statesmen held uneasily and attentively in mind last week. One enters, climbs a neat, unvarnished stair, and is stopped by two rugged guards in black-braided baggy white trousers, red fezzes, pirate sashes. Their pay is $12 a month. Firearms are by Mauser and Anfaldo. These ornate banditti are mountaineers of the tribe of Mati, and they guard their...
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