In New Granada; Or, Heroes and Patriots — John Shaqi
In New Granada; Or, Heroes and PatriotsKingston, William Henry Giles
History
In New Granada; Or, Heroes and Patriots
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Colombia -- History -- War of Independence, 1810-1822 -- Juvenile fiction
Just as Mr Laffan and I returned home my father came in, tired out by
the arduous labours in which he had all night been engaged. On my
telling him of the fears I entertained of what had happened at Egido,
he, after some hesitation, gave me leave to ride out and ascertain if
the inmates had escaped.
"I will go with you, Duncan," said Mr Laffan; "two heads are of more
value than one, and so are two swords, and if we fall in with enemies we
shall have a better chance of cutting; our way through them."
Anxiety concerning the fate of my mother and sister overcame my father's
scruples, so, mounting our horses, Mr Laffan and I rode out through the
eastern gate. Our steeds were accustomed to the road, and we put them
to their best speed.
We had gone about two-thirds of the way, when Mr Laffan reined in his
horse, observing,--"We may be riding right into the middle of a
detachment of the Spaniards, if we go along at this rate. More haste,
less speed! A good soldier should feel his way, when an enemy is likely
to be in the neighbourhood."
We accordingly advanced more cautiously than we had done at first,
except when we could see our way for some distance ahead. Our road ran
not far from the residence of Senor Monteverde; and in regard to it our
worst apprehensions were fulfilled. The house had been burned to the
ground, the garden and the surrounding fields destroyed. I regretted
that I should have such sad intelligence to convey to Dona Dolores. A
glance was sufficient to show us what had been done, and as we galloped
on our anxiety increased lest Egido should have shared the same fate.
"We must be prepared for the worst," said Mr Laffan, as he pointed to a
column of smoke which ascended above the trees in the direction of
Egido.
In a few minutes we reached the spot where the house once stood entire;
its blackened walls alone remained, the interior filled with heaps of
still smouldering embers. The enemy had indeed made short work of it.
We found that the stables had escaped, but the horses had been carried
away, and not an animal of any description remained; nor could we see
any person moving about from whom to obtain information. We searched
the out-houses, which were not harmed, and the ruins, as far as the hot
embers would allow, but we could discover no traces of bodies.
"The inmates must have got away before the enemy arrived," I exclaimed.
"I truly hope so," answered Mr Laffan, but he did not look very
confident.
"If they escaped, they would take the road to the mountains," I
suggested. "Let us ride on in that direction; we may possibly meet with
some one who has seen them. I cannot bear to return to my father
without some more hopeful information than we possess."
The dominie not objecting, we rode on. However he very frequently stood
up in his stirrups to get a look round, fearing that we might be riding
into the lion's mouth.
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