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Marching with Gomez
rancho, where his despatch box hung, and proudly
brought me his commission, nicely inscribed on
foolscap and signed Maximo Gomez.
Herrera went on to explain that life at Savanas
Nuevas was beastly dull. In the Manigua one
rarely spent two nights in the same place; but
this was a permanent hospital camp, for the sick
and wounded of forces skirmishing about the district, and the guard was strong enough to protect
it in case of attack, or
at least hold the passes
until the patients
might be removed to
some point of safety
deeper in the forest.
Savanas Nuevas was
also a sort of mail
station, where couriers
stopped to change
horses, or get news of
forces operating about
northern Matanzas.
When we had emptied our jicaras, Camarioca and
two other asistentes came up, grinning, for their
share, and drained the can. Then Antonio, the
cook, sat down beside us and rolled himself a cigarette with the air of a man who has done a good
morning's work. I therefore inferred that the Mambis took no early breakfast (in which I was correct),
so I strolled off to see the camp with Herrera.
Paths cut through the jungle with machetes diverged in every direction, winding snakelike about
an occasional royal palm. They were rough paths,
Dr. Dominguez at work.
| 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 | 00000053 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | Marching with Gomez rancho, where his despatch box hung, and proudly brought me his commission, nicely inscribed on foolscap and signed Maximo Gomez. Herrera went on to explain that life at Savanas Nuevas was beastly dull. In the Manigua one rarely spent two nights in the same place; but this was a permanent hospital camp, for the sick and wounded of forces skirmishing about the district, and the guard was strong enough to protect it in case of attack, or at least hold the passes until the patients might be removed to some point of safety deeper in the forest. Savanas Nuevas was also a sort of mail station, where couriers stopped to change horses, or get news of forces operating about northern Matanzas. When we had emptied our jicaras, Camarioca and two other asistentes came up, grinning, for their share, and drained the can. Then Antonio, the cook, sat down beside us and rolled himself a cigarette with the air of a man who has done a good morning's work. I therefore inferred that the Mambis took no early breakfast (in which I was correct), so I strolled off to see the camp with Herrera. Paths cut through the jungle with machetes diverged in every direction, winding snakelike about an occasional royal palm. They were rough paths, Dr. Dominguez at work. |
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