0-pound trunk where the oilmen were, in a pleasant coconut grove said to have been conceived by a runaway First World War German soldier who had been part of a team setting up a radio station near the mouth of the Gulf of Uraba for a secret submarine base. The team had been massacred by the British Navy, except for this soldier who hid out in the forest an
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to plant coconuts. After the Germans, the U.S. Army established a secret radio station in much the same place. In fact, when an army p
abited by white-skinned people. So you can see that this Darien
, even in 1925, is a pretty busy place, isolated and trackless, yet at the crossroads of histories where white and black create strange effects. You get a sense of this when Marsh settles into his account
the Smithsonian, and whose commander was too scared of the
vapors emanating from his corpse to take it on board. The Store-ship El Norte of the Colon Export and Import Company at anchor off Cardi, raided by Marsh and Cuna men
th a store at Orange Key. Three "husky Americans" who claimed to be w
orking for the Canal administration and had a small plantation by Gatun Lake where they employed four Cunas. (Remember, Marsh had said Indians would not work.) Five "heavily armed and rough-looking Americans and Canadians," employees of an American Banana company. Four U.S. submarines paying a visit. Numerous U.S. army reconaissance aircraft. And finally, the cruiser USS Cleveland, taking Marsh to
safety and decisively swinging the balance of force in the Cuna
's favor. "Anachronism" abounds in this jumbled-up Darien time-race space. The Primitive races refuse to conform, to grant the Originary Fix. When Marsh finally makes contact with the wild mountain-Cuna Indians, he meets the chief, who is lying in a hammock and who greets him in perfect English! "How are you boys? Glad to see you." He had learned his English in New York City and had worked on sailing boats for twenty years, visiting New York, California, Hamburg, Paris, and Japan. His name was "Salisiman," which is an English name. Marsh says, a corruption of "Charlie Seaman." Far from being children of nature, much of the population of the Darien, one of the most remote parts of the globe, turns out to be a lumpen-refugee mass fled
shed into the wildness of nature in search of his white Indians, all he found was the wildness of history. Braced for his leap into unknown, it was obvious to him that there was no way his whites had the strength or skill to manage the
canoes and, because labor .
search "furiously" for what he called "competent negroes" among the settlements in the rain forest. Promising high wages he recruited "the toughest bunch of
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