Maximilian’s room had been completely rifled during his absence.
Personal effects, books, clothing, and documents all had disappeared,
having been appropriated by Lopez as souvenirs of his former benefactor.
During the forenoon the Emperor was visited by several of the republican
officers, among whom was Colonel José Gallardo, who had permitted him to
leave La Cruz the preceding night—a mistaken kindness, as it proved, for
Maximilian, in consequence, had been arrested in arms and thereby made
himself liable to that fatal decree of October third, which he had tried
to revoke on his way to Orizaba.
Most of the imperial generals who had remained loyal were confined in a
room adjoining the Emperor’s. Mendez remained in hiding, but, his plan
of concealment being betrayed a few days later, he was taken out and
shot. Miramon had been shot in the face with a revolver by one of his
own adjutants while attempting to rally his troops on the Cerro, the
morning of the surrender, and was at his own quarters. The prisoners
were treated with scant consideration. A rich merchant of the town
supplied Maximilian’s table, with the remains from which his companions
were obliged to content themselves. The Emperor soon grew so much worse
that his physician became alarmed and asked that one of the republican
army surgeons might be called in. Dr. Riva de Nejra was sent to visit
the august prisoner and advised a change of residence, declaring the
present one most unfit in his condition of health.
On the morning of the seventeenth, therefore, Maximilian was taken to
the former convent, Santa Teresa, in a carriage, guarded by a troop of
cavalry, his companions being forced to walk. As they passed through the
city, the streets were deserted, the inhabitants considerately retiring
into their houses, the windows of which even were closed. Not a soul was
to be seen anywhere. The new quarters of the prisoners consisted of two
large rooms, absolutely bare and empty. After some trouble a bed and
chairs were procured for the Emperor’s use, while the others were left
to make themselves comfortable on the floor of the adjoining apartment.
Fortunately they managed to obtain some saddle blankets to sleep on and
the Emperor sent out and bought coverings, combs, brushes, and soap.
“These republicans,” says Dr. Basch, “seem convinced they are treating
us with the greatest care and magnanimity, their idea of humanity being
apparently to permit us to breathe. Unless we can wait on ourselves we
must go hungry and dirty.”
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