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The Zone of Cienfuegos 95
Soledad. Whether he waited to bury Chicho or
not, he never said.
The flight of Pinos was similar to one described to
me by Captain Mario Carillo, an assistant of the Administrator of Finance of Las Villas,1 who travelled
through this district a short time before I did, under
escort of a force very similar in character to Pinos'.
They encountered a guerilla and fled precipitately,
though Carillo told me the numbers of the two
forces were nearly equal. The rebels ran as fast as
their grass-fed horses could go, with the guerilla
trotting along a hundred yards behind. When a
horse gave out, the rider was left to shift for himself,
his comrades scarcely looking over their shoulders.
The guerilla kept up the pursuit, led by a tall
mulatto who lifted his right knee indolently to the
pommel of his saddle and macheted stragglers with
that up and down chopping stroke from the shoulder
that native Cubans know how to give. It is the
stroke of the forester when he clears brush from a
wood-path, not the long, swinging cut of the trained
cavalryman, who leans out of his saddle and strikes
with the full weight of his body, but it is nearly as
effective.
One of the insurgent party on a slow horse found
himself last in the retreating line, but he did not
despair. The way was narrow and riders could only
pass each other with difficulty. He dug his spurs
frantically into his horse's flanks, and crowded on
the rider in front of him. Drawing his revolver,
he covered his comrade from behind, shouting,
" Halt, you coward ! turn about and fight! " The
1 Colonel Ernesto Fonts y Sterling.
| 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 | 00000132 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | The Zone of Cienfuegos 95 Soledad. Whether he waited to bury Chicho or not, he never said. The flight of Pinos was similar to one described to me by Captain Mario Carillo, an assistant of the Administrator of Finance of Las Villas,1 who travelled through this district a short time before I did, under escort of a force very similar in character to Pinos'. They encountered a guerilla and fled precipitately, though Carillo told me the numbers of the two forces were nearly equal. The rebels ran as fast as their grass-fed horses could go, with the guerilla trotting along a hundred yards behind. When a horse gave out, the rider was left to shift for himself, his comrades scarcely looking over their shoulders. The guerilla kept up the pursuit, led by a tall mulatto who lifted his right knee indolently to the pommel of his saddle and macheted stragglers with that up and down chopping stroke from the shoulder that native Cubans know how to give. It is the stroke of the forester when he clears brush from a wood-path, not the long, swinging cut of the trained cavalryman, who leans out of his saddle and strikes with the full weight of his body, but it is nearly as effective. One of the insurgent party on a slow horse found himself last in the retreating line, but he did not despair. The way was narrow and riders could only pass each other with difficulty. He dug his spurs frantically into his horse's flanks, and crowded on the rider in front of him. Drawing his revolver, he covered his comrade from behind, shouting, " Halt, you coward ! turn about and fight! " The 1 Colonel Ernesto Fonts y Sterling. |
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