Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
The earth rocked at times under his feet.
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IX
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With movements of mechanical care and an air of abstraction old General
Santierra lighted a long and thick cigar.
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“It was a good many hours before we could send a party back to the
ravine,” he said to his guests. “We had found one-third of the town laid
low, the rest shaken up; and the inhabitants, rich and poor, reduced to
the same state of distraction by the universal disaster. The affected
cheerfulness of some contrasted with the despair of others. In the general
confusion a number of reckless thieves, without fear of God or man, became
a danger to those who from the downfall of their homes had managed to save
some valuables. Crying ‘Misericordia’ louder than any at every tremor, and
beating their breast with one hand, these scoundrels robbed the poor
victims with the other, not even stopping short of murder.
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“General Robles’ division was occupied entirely in guarding the destroyed
quarters of the town from the depredations of these inhuman monsters.
Taken up with my duties of orderly officer, it was only in the morning
that I could assure myself of the safety of my own family. My mother and
my sisters had escaped with their lives from that ballroom, where I had
left them early in the evening. I remember those two beautiful young women—God
rest their souls—as if I saw them this moment, in the garden of our
destroyed house, pale but active, assisting some of our poor neighbours,
in their soiled ball-dresses and with the dust of fallen walls on their
hair. As to my mother, she had a stoical soul in her frail body.
Half-covered by a costly shawl, she was lying on a rustic seat by the side
of an ornamental basin whose fountain had ceased to play for ever on that
night.
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“I had hardly had time to embrace them all with transports of joy when my
chief, coming along, dispatched me to the ravine with a few soldiers, to
bring in my strong man, as he called him, and that pale girl.
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“But there was no one for us to bring in. A landslide had covered the
ruins of the house; and it was like a large mound of earth with only the
ends of some timbers visible here and there—nothing more.
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“Thus were the tribulations of the old Royalist couple ended. An enormous
and unconsecrated grave had swallowed them up alive, in their unhappy
obstinacy against the will of a people to be free. And their daughter was
gone.
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“That Gaspar Ruiz had carried her off I understood very well. But as the
case was not foreseen, I had no instructions to pursue them. And certainly
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