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Marching with Gomez
little fingers of the faithful Cuban maidens in Cardenas stitch in numbers to be sent out secretly to
brothers, sweethearts,
and cousins in the
Manigua — " in the
woods," as the Cubans term life in the
insurgent ranks. I
had pinned it on my
shirt; — who could
fail with such a talisman?— and I think it
increased the ladies'
trust in a stranger.
The members of the
family evidently felt
no further anxiety on
my score; for they
resumed their occupations, leaving me
to my cigar.
As I rested on the
hospitable porch, red beams of the setting sun tinged
the green of marsh and canebrake, and lingered on
the foot-hills that rose half a league away between
us and the sea. Darkness fell by degrees, and, excepting sounds from the cook-house, the stillness
was unbroken. Then yellow beeswax candles were
lighted, and we gathered in the main room, where I
took my first supper outside the Spanish lines.
The supper was a simple " mess" of beef and
sweet-potatoes. It was served on a rough deal
table, by an elderly man-servant, who addressed the
"A simple insurgent emblem."
| Title | Marching with Gomez |
| Creator | Flint, Grover |
| Publisher | Lamson, Wolffe and company |
| Place of Publication | Boston, New York [etc.] |
| Date | 1898 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000041 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | Marching with Gomez little fingers of the faithful Cuban maidens in Cardenas stitch in numbers to be sent out secretly to brothers, sweethearts, and cousins in the Manigua — " in the woods," as the Cubans term life in the insurgent ranks. I had pinned it on my shirt; — who could fail with such a talisman?— and I think it increased the ladies' trust in a stranger. The members of the family evidently felt no further anxiety on my score; for they resumed their occupations, leaving me to my cigar. As I rested on the hospitable porch, red beams of the setting sun tinged the green of marsh and canebrake, and lingered on the foot-hills that rose half a league away between us and the sea. Darkness fell by degrees, and, excepting sounds from the cook-house, the stillness was unbroken. Then yellow beeswax candles were lighted, and we gathered in the main room, where I took my first supper outside the Spanish lines. The supper was a simple " mess" of beef and sweet-potatoes. It was served on a rough deal table, by an elderly man-servant, who addressed the "A simple insurgent emblem." |
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