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
The next day about a dozen of us set out for the Pastucian lines, two
leagues off--Captain Pinson, the commander of the company, being our
leader. We were all in good spirits, laughing and joking, and expecting
to be highly amused by our hosts. I promised to give Captain Brown an
account of the party; but thinking it probable that there would be more
drinking after dinner than I should like, I had arranged to ride back
alone, and ordered my servant Antonio, who followed us, to have my horse
in readiness at about four o'clock. The dinner-hour was to be two
o'clock.
The Pastucian officers, who were more than treble our number, received
us with every mark of courtesy, though a less attractive set of
gentlemen I had never met. Indeed, they greatly resembled a party of
banditti. Their complexions were swarthy, many of them having Indian
blood in their veins. They all wore huge moustaches and beards, with
their long black hair either falling over their shoulders or fastened
behind in a queue, while their countenances were decidedly
unprepossessing. They were, however, bland in the extreme, and had
provided abundant fare, although not cooked in the most refined style.
There was no want of wine and spirits, too, with which our hosts plied
us. I remarked that there were two or three Pastucians between each of
the Patriot officers.
Dinner went on as usual, though it was somewhat prolonged. Then
speeches were made, chiefly complimentary to each other, both parties
avoiding politics. Songs were then sung, and more speeches made.
I, however, began to grow very tired of the affair. I was seated, I
should have said, opposite to Captain Pinson,--placed in that position,
near the head of the table, in compliment to my father being an
Englishman. While a song was being sung, I heard one of the Pastucian
officers near me say to a companion, looking meanwhile at Captain
Pinson, who had on a uniform with a large amount of lace about it, "I
have made up my mind to have that fellow's coat for my share." As the
Pastucian officer appeared already to be half-seas over, I thought that
he had spoken in jest, or that I had misunderstood him.
On looking at my watch, I found that it was time for me to go, as the
hour at which I had ordered my horse to be brought had arrived; rising
from my seat, and going towards the window, I saw my servant leading my
horse backwards and forwards.
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