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With Lacret and his Staff 71
It was at Savana Grande that I met an old acquaintance. Years ago, when I was a small boy in
New York and used to attend dancing classes, I
knew a very swell youth named Leonardo del
Monte. His family had a large estate in Cuba
where they did a great deal of entertaining. Every
afternoon del Monte promenaded Fifth Avenue in a
silk hat and a long frock coat, with the gait that
they call in England, the " cavalry stoop." He
was several years older than I, but I often thought
of him and wished I might grow up to look as distinguished as del Monte.
I was sitting on my host's porch, when a young
man, a very seedy object, came limping up. His
left shoe was tied on with a string, because the
upper part had given way, and his right foot was
bandaged in a sort of splint cunningly contrived
from bits of cedar cigar boxes, and he wore a straggly beard. He asked me in English if I thought
there was any possibility of getting a drink round
there. I talked with him and found it was Leonardo.
Some months before del Monte had received a
Remington bullet in his foot that smashed the bones
and gave him no end of trouble. He had been in
a swamp hospital for two months, but getting sick
of its flies and stench, he left as soon as his foot
was a little better.
Del Monte was a civil engineer, a graduate of
Stevens Institute. He was then on his way to practise his academic knowledge of high explosives in
dynamiting a railroad bridge near Cafias. Whether
he succeeded or not I never learned.
| 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 | 00000108 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | With Lacret and his Staff 71 It was at Savana Grande that I met an old acquaintance. Years ago, when I was a small boy in New York and used to attend dancing classes, I knew a very swell youth named Leonardo del Monte. His family had a large estate in Cuba where they did a great deal of entertaining. Every afternoon del Monte promenaded Fifth Avenue in a silk hat and a long frock coat, with the gait that they call in England, the " cavalry stoop." He was several years older than I, but I often thought of him and wished I might grow up to look as distinguished as del Monte. I was sitting on my host's porch, when a young man, a very seedy object, came limping up. His left shoe was tied on with a string, because the upper part had given way, and his right foot was bandaged in a sort of splint cunningly contrived from bits of cedar cigar boxes, and he wore a straggly beard. He asked me in English if I thought there was any possibility of getting a drink round there. I talked with him and found it was Leonardo. Some months before del Monte had received a Remington bullet in his foot that smashed the bones and gave him no end of trouble. He had been in a swamp hospital for two months, but getting sick of its flies and stench, he left as soon as his foot was a little better. Del Monte was a civil engineer, a graduate of Stevens Institute. He was then on his way to practise his academic knowledge of high explosives in dynamiting a railroad bridge near Cafias. Whether he succeeded or not I never learned. |
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