NOTE:
The following excerpt comes from an article about South Seas islands. The story
excerpted comes from a description of Fernando Noronha Island, which was known
as “Brazil’s Murderer’s Island.”
EXCERPT:
One day our biologist, Cuyler, trailing across the island with Gaudensia as his
guide, came to a small cabin where he suggested they might stop for a drink.
“No,” said his friend, the murderer, with great firmness, “we must go on. I want nothing to do with
this woman, for she has killed three husbands, and is dangerous.”
“What
was the trouble with them?” asked Cuyler, in curiosity.
“She
killed her first husband,” said Gaudensia, “for spending his money in
grog-shops, and because she heard he was mixing with another woman.
“That
unfortunate man came home one night, slightly under the influence. She tore his
clothes off him, and tied him up. Then she criss-crossed him with the thin side
of a razor, and rubbed salt in the wounds.
“She
turned him loose, naked, to hop around with pain. She drove a red-hot poker
through his skull, which seemed to be carrying it quite far enough. She ended
by tying him to his donkey and starting him back for the grog-shop where the other woman could usually be found. She couldn’t read or write so that her
method of sending word that she was through with him.
“The
second husband was killed in a much more humane manner. The terrible woman
drove a stake through his middle into the ground. To his feet she hitched a
donkey, and whipped the little animal round and round, as if her husband were
some new form of merry-go-round. He soon died from such treatment.
“For
that second murder,” continued the red-mustached exile, “she was sent to this
island, out of the world, where she married one of the prisoners who fished
each day for the governor’s table.
“The
woman one day came to the conclusion that he was using his fishing as an excuse
to stay away from her. The next morning she caught him asleep, tied him to his
bed, and then poured boiling water on him a little at a time and beginning with
his feet, until he passed out.”
Cuyler
agreed that the cabin was a good place to avoid, and that they had better wait
for water until they reached a more pleasant spot. Strangely, his thirst had
vanished temporarily.
[George Finlay Simmons, “Strange Adventures on Mystery Isles
of the South Atlantic,” Oakland Tribune (Ca.), Oct. 13, 1929, Magazine Section, p. 6]
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For links to other cases of woman who murdered 2 or more husbands (or paramours), see Black Widow Serial Killers.
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More cases, see: Female Serial Killers of Africa & the African Diaspora
[1654-1/13/21]
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