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Gomez' Moral Campaign in Camaguey 175
defence, and they grew fond of ease in camp and
cottage. Samples of discipline like the following
were common.
Scene. — A bit of worn canvas stretched on poles
between two palms. Beneath it Gomez in a hammock, with Colete sitting in the
grass, writing, at his side. Bosa,
Miguelito, and half a dozen alert
ayudantes in background. Soldiers
and asistentes in groups to right
and left.
Enter, in a cloudburst of geniality
and clean linen, fat, elderly man,
with white moustache and red face.
He gives his horse to an asistente.
He wears a shiny pistol-belt and
crossbelt with the stars of a
major, top boots, and silver-
mounted machete.
The major. — " Ah, citizens, gentlemen, my respects to you
all. My respects to the commander-in-chief. I report at my
general's order. I trust my general is well." (Removes his hat
and bows before headquarters.)
Gomez (testily). — "Lift up the
tent. Let me see the man. I can't see the fellow."
(Arranges his spectacles and peers from beneath
canvas.)
"Ah! indeed! A com-an-dan-te. How many
men have you ? "
The major. — " About fifty, my general."
'' / trust my general is
well.''
| 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 | 00000218 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | Gomez' Moral Campaign in Camaguey 175 defence, and they grew fond of ease in camp and cottage. Samples of discipline like the following were common. Scene. — A bit of worn canvas stretched on poles between two palms. Beneath it Gomez in a hammock, with Colete sitting in the grass, writing, at his side. Bosa, Miguelito, and half a dozen alert ayudantes in background. Soldiers and asistentes in groups to right and left. Enter, in a cloudburst of geniality and clean linen, fat, elderly man, with white moustache and red face. He gives his horse to an asistente. He wears a shiny pistol-belt and crossbelt with the stars of a major, top boots, and silver- mounted machete. The major. — " Ah, citizens, gentlemen, my respects to you all. My respects to the commander-in-chief. I report at my general's order. I trust my general is well." (Removes his hat and bows before headquarters.) Gomez (testily). — "Lift up the tent. Let me see the man. I can't see the fellow." (Arranges his spectacles and peers from beneath canvas.) "Ah! indeed! A com-an-dan-te. How many men have you ? " The major. — " About fifty, my general." '' / trust my general is well.'' |
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