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The Itinerant Government 223
Revolution. Suarez, whom Gomez had not suffered
in his presence since he had relieved him of his 'command, rode with us, silently, by himself, followed
by his servant. Two hours later we dismounted
before a deserted country house that Salvador Cisneros Betancourt, Marquis of Santa Lucia, with his
cabinet, had made a temporary seat of government.
It was a comfortable house, with white stuccoed
walls, large windows, caged in handsome iron gratings, and surrounded by broad, shady porches, and
above all a pot-tiled roof, with tiny dormer windows
showed that there was an attic floor. There were
flowers in what had been a garden, — sturdy, high-
colored flowers, that held their own against encroaching weeds. To the rear of the main entrance were
sheds and stables and a cook-house, indicating that
wealthy people had lived there in times of peace.
Through the open front door one could look
into a square hall, and out again by an opposite
door to the glare of sun and the green of growing
plants and hedges beyond. There were long plank
tables within, and men in neat white suits were writing busily on sheets of foolscap, or whispering together in groups. There was a soft, cool blowing
of a breeze between the open doors, that rustled
among the papers, and whisked them about when
not weighed down by pistols or drawn machetes or
clay ink-bottles.
Alfredo led off my horse, and I walked in without attracting any special attention.
I introduced myself to a young man who looked
like an aide or secretary, and requested him to pass
my name to the President.
| 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 | 00000268 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | The Itinerant Government 223 Revolution. Suarez, whom Gomez had not suffered in his presence since he had relieved him of his 'command, rode with us, silently, by himself, followed by his servant. Two hours later we dismounted before a deserted country house that Salvador Cisneros Betancourt, Marquis of Santa Lucia, with his cabinet, had made a temporary seat of government. It was a comfortable house, with white stuccoed walls, large windows, caged in handsome iron gratings, and surrounded by broad, shady porches, and above all a pot-tiled roof, with tiny dormer windows showed that there was an attic floor. There were flowers in what had been a garden, — sturdy, high- colored flowers, that held their own against encroaching weeds. To the rear of the main entrance were sheds and stables and a cook-house, indicating that wealthy people had lived there in times of peace. Through the open front door one could look into a square hall, and out again by an opposite door to the glare of sun and the green of growing plants and hedges beyond. There were long plank tables within, and men in neat white suits were writing busily on sheets of foolscap, or whispering together in groups. There was a soft, cool blowing of a breeze between the open doors, that rustled among the papers, and whisked them about when not weighed down by pistols or drawn machetes or clay ink-bottles. Alfredo led off my horse, and I walked in without attracting any special attention. I introduced myself to a young man who looked like an aide or secretary, and requested him to pass my name to the President. |
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