The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By HimselfHudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By Himself
Hudson, W. H. (William Henry)
Adventure stories; British -- Uruguay -- Fiction; Uruguay -- Fiction
The day was excessively warm, and we did not reach our destination till
about three o'clock in the afternoon. Just before entering the town we
rode through a little army of gauchos encamped on the adjacent plain.
Some of them were engaged cooking meat, others were saddling horses,
while others, in bodies of twenty or thirty, were going through cavalry
exercises, the whole making a scene of wonderful animation. Very
nearly all the men wore the ordinary gaucho costume, and those who
were exercising carried lances, to which were attached little white,
fluttering bannerets. Passing through the encampment, we clattered into
the town, composed of about seventy or eighty houses of stone or mud,
some thatched, others with tiled roofs, and every house with a large
garden attached to it. At the official building facing the plaza a guard
of ten men, armed with carbines, was stationed. We dismounted and went
into the building, only to hear that the General had just left the town,
and was not expected back till the following day.
Alday spoke to an officer sitting at a table in the room we were shown
into, addressing him as Major. He was a thin, elderly man, with calm
grey eyes and a colourless face, and looked like a gentleman. After
hearing a few words from Alday, he turned to me and said courteously
that he was sorry to tell me I should have to remain in El Molino till
the General's return, when I could give an account of myself to him.
“We do not,” he said in conclusion, “wish to compel any foreigner, or
any Oriental even, to join our forces; but we are naturally suspicious
of strangers, having already caught two or three spies in the
neighbourhood. Unfortunately you are not provided with a passport, and
it is best that the General should see you.”
“Sir officer,” I replied, “by ill-treating and detaining an Englishman
you are doing your cause no good.”
He answered that he was grieved that his people had found it necessary
to treat me roughly, for he put it in that mild way. Everything, he
said, short of liberating me, would be done to make my sojourn in El
Molino pleasant.
“If it is necessary that the General should see me himself before I can
have my liberty, pray let these men take me to him at once,” I said.
“He has not yet left El Molino,” said an orderly, standing in the room.
“He is at the end of the town at the Casa Blanca, and does not leave
till half-past three.”
“It is nearly that now,” said the officer, consulting his watch. “Take
him to the General at once, Lieutenant Alday.”
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