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56 Marching with Gomez
the attention of the Spaniards at Pavo Real. It
had a silver star within a triangular crimson cockade on one side, and from it a long red cord hung
about his neck and down his back like an artilleryman's aigulette. That hat was known throughout
Matanzas Province. There was not another like it
in all Cuba.
Lacret's valet and barber was a black man
named Campoverde, a pretentious, undershot darky
whom he used to discharge from his personal
service perhaps twice a week. Lacret was fond of
Campoverde, Calle-verde, or Casa-verde (Greenfield, Green-street, Green-house) as the staff variously and facetiously called him, and often sent him
to cottages by the roadside with his long pipe to
light it. The valet would trot back purring furiously at the general's pipe, for tobacco was a luxury
even for an officer, and always taking the longest
way to make the most of his smoke.
Lacret had two bullets, souvenirs of the last war,
both lodged in his right ankle. Often on long
marches they would pain him terribly, and then it
was that Campoverde might look out for squalls.
Lacret would remove one boot and ride along
under the blazing sun, writhing in pain, with the
bare, scarred foot thrust far away from the stirrup.
No one liked to talk to the general at those
times, and the staff would whisper, "The old man
is bad to-day ; it is lucky there are no shots (tiros),
for he is scarcely able to command." And Campoverde, who was at Lacret's left hand to carry his
discarded boot, had to keep both eyes open. He
knew that it was no day for trifling.
| 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 | 00000091 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | 56 Marching with Gomez the attention of the Spaniards at Pavo Real. It had a silver star within a triangular crimson cockade on one side, and from it a long red cord hung about his neck and down his back like an artilleryman's aigulette. That hat was known throughout Matanzas Province. There was not another like it in all Cuba. Lacret's valet and barber was a black man named Campoverde, a pretentious, undershot darky whom he used to discharge from his personal service perhaps twice a week. Lacret was fond of Campoverde, Calle-verde, or Casa-verde (Greenfield, Green-street, Green-house) as the staff variously and facetiously called him, and often sent him to cottages by the roadside with his long pipe to light it. The valet would trot back purring furiously at the general's pipe, for tobacco was a luxury even for an officer, and always taking the longest way to make the most of his smoke. Lacret had two bullets, souvenirs of the last war, both lodged in his right ankle. Often on long marches they would pain him terribly, and then it was that Campoverde might look out for squalls. Lacret would remove one boot and ride along under the blazing sun, writhing in pain, with the bare, scarred foot thrust far away from the stirrup. No one liked to talk to the general at those times, and the staff would whisper, "The old man is bad to-day ; it is lucky there are no shots (tiros), for he is scarcely able to command." And Campoverde, who was at Lacret's left hand to carry his discarded boot, had to keep both eyes open. He knew that it was no day for trifling. |
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