The Life of General Garibaldi: Translated from his private papers; with the history of his splendid exploits in Rome, Lombardy, Sicily and Naples, to the present time.Garibaldi, Giuseppe
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The Life of General Garibaldi: Translated from his private papers; with the history of his splendid exploits in Rome, Lombardy, Sicily and Naples, to the present time.
Garibaldi, Giuseppe
Garibaldi, Giuseppe, 1807-1882
Anna was much distressed by the apprehension of losing her little son,
Menotti, who was saved with difficulty, and as if by a miracle. In the
most difficult parts of the road, and in crossing rivers, I carried my
poor little child, then three months old, in a handkerchief tied round
my neck, contriving to keep him warm with my breath. Of about a dozen
animals—horses and mules—with which we entered the woods, some of them
used for the saddle and some for baggage, there remained only two horses
and two mules. The others had tired, and were abandoned. To crown our
misfortunes, the guides had mistaken the road; and that was one of the
reasons which induced us to cross the terrible woods of Las Antas. The
word "Anta" signifies a harmless animal, of the size of an ass, whose
flesh is exquisite, and whose hide serves for making many strong and
many ornamental articles. This animal, however, I never had the fortune
to see. Although the troops continued to proceed, they could not find
the end of the piccada; and I remained in the woods, with two tired
mules, and sent Anna, with her servant and the child, to endeavor to
find a clear place where they might obtain some food for themselves and
the animals. The two remaining horses, which were used alternately, with
the surprising courage of the mother, overcame every difficulty. She
succeeded in getting beyond the piccada, and fortunately found some of
the soldiers with a fire, a very rare thing, and then not always to be
obtained, on account of the continued rain, and the miserable condition
to which we were all reduced. The men warmed some cloths, took the
infant and wrapped him in them, and thus resuscitated him. The poor
mother who had given up almost every hope of his life, took him again
and cherished him with the tenderest care, while the good-hearted
soldiers went to seek for some kind of food to restore the exhausted
strength of the mother. I labored in vain to save the mules. Being left
alone with them, I cut as many as I could of the leaves of the baguara,
a species of cane, and gave them to eat; but it was of no use. I was
obliged to abandon them, and seek to get out of the forest on foot, and
exceedingly fatigued.
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