This bravery and devotion of the Spanish cavalier was again illustrated eighty years later, when Sir Henry Morgan, the English buccaneer, stormed the works at Porto Bello. The circumstances were somewhat the same as above described at Nombre de Dios. The English stormed and carried one stronghold after another until nothing but the palace was left to the Spaniards. In the palace the Governor had placed the women and children, with himself and about ten men, and had barricaded all the entrances as well as possible. He steadily refused all summons which Morgan made on him to surrender. When the main door was battered down and Morgan entered sword in hand at the head of more than one hundred men, he found the old Governor standing with drawn sword, his ten men behind him and the women and children behind them. The Governor was even then a man of over sixty years of age. It was not the custom in those days for either Spaniards or buccaneers to ask or give quarter. Sir Henry Morgan is not ordinarily credited with much soft-heartedness even from the standpoint of a buccaneer. According to accounts, he was touched by the scene that presented itself to his view as he and his men poured into the court—the white-haired old Governor unflinchingly supported by his brave little garrison of ten men, and the frightened and crying women and children standing behind. By a gesture he waved back his men, and told the Governor that he wished to spare his life and the lives of those dependent upon him. Though his wife entreated the Governor to accept Morgan’s terms and pointed out to him the uselessness of resistance, as all the town and the forts were in the hands of six or seven hundred buccaneers, and that there were but ten Spaniards left, the doughty old Governor refused to yield and told Morgan that he was not placed there by his king to surrender, but to fight, and that if he wanted his sword, he (Morgan) would have to take it, as he would never yield it as long as he had a drop of blood left. This is the only recorded instance that I know of in which Morgan was touched by the bravery of his enemy. But his patience now entirely exhausted, he gave the signal, and in a few moments the brave old Governor and ten of his brave men had gone to the land where the souls of soldiers, good and true, are known to go. This picture has always affected me strongly. I have often stood on the ground and tried to rehabilitate the old court as it appeared that memorable May afternoon. CHAPTER XIV THE WORK OF THE SANITARY INSPECTORS