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
Under my father's careful treatment Mr Laffan and I soon regained our
strength, and we became eager to rejoin the army. My father, however,
declared that I was not in a fit state to be exposed to the hardships
which I should have to endure; but that Mr Laffan might do as he liked.
The news from the south was not altogether satisfactory. Although the
Patriots had hitherto been successful, the Pastucians had doggedly stood
their ground, and had retreated slowly--probably with the intention of
drawing them into some defiles, where they might be attacked from the
heights. At this period intelligence was received that the Spaniards
were again advancing from the north. On hearing this, the commandant of
Popayan immediately sent a despatch entreating the general to return.
Instead, however, of the whole army coming, only a few made their
appearance to assist in the defence of the town. At the same time,
troops had been collected from all quarters, and every effort had been
made to bring them into a state of efficiency. Our uncle, Dr Cazalla,
was one of the most active in preparing for the defence of the place.
He had established a manufactory for gunpowder, on a plan devised by
himself. It was one of the articles most required. He had also taught
all the blacksmiths who could be found how to repair muskets, and some
of the most expert even how to manufacture them.
"It is a sad way of employing our strength and talents," he observed to
my father. "The same exertions rendered to the cause of peaceful
industry, might make this country rich and flourishing, instead of which
all our energies are being expended in killing one another. Still, we
are fighting for the advantage of our children; but the ruin this war
has brought upon the country cannot be repaired during our lifetime."
The officer now in command of the city had seen no service. He may have
been a very worthy man, but he was a bad general. I have described the
chief square of the town. Most of the houses in it had been turned into
barracks, the owners having fled, some because they were Royalists, and
others in order to avoid the risk they would incur should the place be
captured by either party.
I was now nearly quite well, as was also Mr Laffan, and he had
determined to set off next day to rejoin Juan's corps. He had, however,
over-estimated his strength; for that very evening, on returning home,
he was seized with a fever. My father insisted that he should at once
go to bed. "If you do not," he said, "I will not answer for your life."
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