A strange tale of 14 men in a boat came out of the British-owned Bahamas last week. On the beach near Mayari, Cuba, startled fishermen looked up from their work to see a motor launch, propelled by a sail pieced out of dirty shirts and trousers, ground itself in the shallow-water. Out of the rudderless boat tumbled five Americans, nine British West Indian Negroes. Wolfing food and water, the first they had seen in four blistering clays, the tattered survivors gasped out a story of riot, rebellion on Great Inagua,* southernmost of the...
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