A campaign in MexicoScribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
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A campaign in Mexico
Scribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Personal narratives
One of the most distinguishing characteristics of this people is their
insatiate thirst for gaming. It amounts almost to monomania. Play
seems to be the sole occupation of a large portion in this place.
Crowds of both sexes may be seen at almost any time in the streets,
and on the banks of the river, betting on their universally favorite
game “monte.” The hotels, restaurants and coffee-houses are infested
with gamblers from all nations. Those boarding at the Exchange follow
their respective games, with all the dignity that characterizes
the professor of law or medicine. Many of them are very showy in
their appearance, courteous in their manner, and agreeable in their
intercourse. To the volunteers, they are attentive and obliging, always
ready to give them any information or advice, and ever ready to rid
them of any extra dimes they may wish to hazard upon their games. It
would doubtless surprise any of our good merchants at home, to witness
the unceremonious rancheros entering their stores, leading in their
favorite mustangs after them,--a general practice here. But it is time
I should close this prosy description. It would be an endless task,
should I attempt to relate all I saw and heard in the church, in the
hospitals, and especially the never-to-be-forgotten incidents on the
lower plaza, and at the fandango.
Just before we unexpectedly embarked for the camp, our attention
was attracted by music, and a crowd, following a company of rope
dancers. We were informed that they came in every Sunday afternoon,
and performed at three o’clock. The party consisted of three men and
one woman on horseback. They were gaudily dressed, very much after
the manner of our circus riders, but, if possible, more grotesque
and showy. The music consisted of a clarinet, a drum and a kind of
ophicleide painted green and red. The pompous cavalcade, supported by
the motley crew of men, women and children, making every gesticulation
of delight, presented truly a rich and ludicrous scene. About this
time the steamer Corvette rounded to with a load of sick volunteers
from Camargo, for the general hospital, and as we expected to leave
immediately, we hastened on board.
I never in my life regretted so much to leave any place after so short
an acquaintance. I was just becoming familiar with the city, and the
next night promised much. That by the way. I went on board without a
murmur, and was soon on my way to the camp.
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