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
Reaching the summit of rising ground, we now saw before us a Pastucian
outpost. I could scarcely hope to pass through it without being
questioned, as the firing from the lines would have been heard, and its
cause suspected. Our best chance of escape, therefore, was to leave the
road by turning to the right, and to make our way across the country. I
looked behind, feeling sure that we should be pursued; but as yet no
enemy was in sight in that direction, nor were we perceived by those
ahead. At first the ground was sufficiently even to allow us to
continue at full speed; but in a short time it became so rough that we
had to make our way with more caution, and finally we were compelled to
dismount and lead our horses over the rocks amid thick underwood. We
had next to pass through a forest, which covered the side of a rising
ground, but here we gained the advantage of being concealed from our
enemies. On emerging from the wood we saw below us a broad stream,
which separated the two armies; and once on the other side, we should be
in comparative safety. My intention, therefore, was to gallop down the
bill, and at once to ford or swim the stream, in the hope that we might
reach the other side before being discovered by the enemy.
We had just remounted, when I saw to the left a considerable body of the
Pastucians, watching, I concluded, a ford in that direction. To the
right the river went foaming and roaring over a rocky bed, but there
were one or two smooth-looking places, across which I thought it
possible we might pass. The question, however, was whether we should be
able to reach a practicable spot before the Pastucians could come near
enough to fire at us. To escape their observation was almost
impossible, so not a moment was to be lost.
"Now, Antonio," I said, "we must push on for our lives, and pray Heaven
that we may reach the bottom of the hill without breaking our necks;
then, at the first likely spot, we must push across the river. Can you
swim?"
"Si, senor, like a fish."
"Then, the instant our horses lose their footing, we must slip from
their backs and guide them across."
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