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22 Marching with Gomez
back to the rancho. Strips of freshly killed steer
were roasting on the parilla, a gridiron-like structure
of green sticks, built over the fire, while an iron camp
kettle — a luxury of rank, and the only one to be
seen in Savanas Nuevas — nestled in the embers
below, bubbling and boiling with a mess of sweet-
potatoes. We helped ourselves and ate with sheath-
knives and fingers, on bits of clean white palm bark,
that served as plates. Dr. Dominguez joined us
with the contribution of an unripe orange, which
we shared, each man squeezing some of its juice on
his meat as seasoning; for salt is almost unknown
in the Manigua.
Andarje, who had returned from the valley,
brought from his saddle-bags some long brown
cigarettes, saved for a special occasion, and comfort
was complete.
The siesta habit is easily acquired in the tropics.
Even on a march, you often grow drowsy in the
saddle under the noonday heat, until white spots
chase over the landscape; unless a freshening sense
of danger comes to quicken the pulse and clear the
head. Herrera had the habit to perfection, and
examples are contagious; so I crawled under the
rancho where there was rest from the buzzing flies
and the rays of the sun.
Dinner was similar to breakfast, though the company was less, for the staff in active commission
had gone to scout the plain below. For Dominguez, Herrera, and myself the evening wore on in
idleness, talking town life, clubs, and theatres, and
listening to the howling and beating of sticks, with
| 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 | 00000057 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | 22 Marching with Gomez back to the rancho. Strips of freshly killed steer were roasting on the parilla, a gridiron-like structure of green sticks, built over the fire, while an iron camp kettle — a luxury of rank, and the only one to be seen in Savanas Nuevas — nestled in the embers below, bubbling and boiling with a mess of sweet- potatoes. We helped ourselves and ate with sheath- knives and fingers, on bits of clean white palm bark, that served as plates. Dr. Dominguez joined us with the contribution of an unripe orange, which we shared, each man squeezing some of its juice on his meat as seasoning; for salt is almost unknown in the Manigua. Andarje, who had returned from the valley, brought from his saddle-bags some long brown cigarettes, saved for a special occasion, and comfort was complete. The siesta habit is easily acquired in the tropics. Even on a march, you often grow drowsy in the saddle under the noonday heat, until white spots chase over the landscape; unless a freshening sense of danger comes to quicken the pulse and clear the head. Herrera had the habit to perfection, and examples are contagious; so I crawled under the rancho where there was rest from the buzzing flies and the rays of the sun. Dinner was similar to breakfast, though the company was less, for the staff in active commission had gone to scout the plain below. For Dominguez, Herrera, and myself the evening wore on in idleness, talking town life, clubs, and theatres, and listening to the howling and beating of sticks, with |
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