Mexico -- History -- Wars of Independence, 1810-1821 -- Fiction
Captain Tres-Villas, now compelled to obey the order he had received
from the commander-in-chief, proceeded to rejoin his regiment.
Caldelas, at the same period, promoted to the rank of commandant, was
summoned away from Del Valle; and the garrison of the hacienda which
still remained fell under the command of Lieutenant Veraegui, a Catalan.
During the events which followed, Don Rafael saw a great deal of active
service. He bore a conspicuous part in the battle of Calderon, where
the Royalist general, Calleja, with only six thousand soldiers, routed
the undisciplined army of Hidalgo, numbering nearly an hundred thousand
men!
After being carried by the chances of the campaign into almost every
province of the vice-royalty, Don Rafael was at length ordered back to
Oajaca, to assist in the siege of Huajapam. It was while on his passage
to this latter province from the fort of San Blas, that he appeared for
a moment off the isle of Roqueta.
At the siege of Huajapam, his old comrade Caldelas re-appears as a
general; while Don Rafael himself, less fortunate, has not risen above
the rank of a colonel.
Such, briefly, is the history of the dragoon captain up to the time when
the vaquero, Julian, arrived in the camp at Huajapam.
The announcement of this messenger caused within the bosom of Don Rafael
an emotion sudden and vivid. Absence, remarks a moralist, which soon
dissipates a slight affection, has the very opposite effect upon a
profound passion. It only inflames it the more--just as the wind
extinguishes the flame of a candle, while it augments the blaze of a
conflagration. Absence had produced upon Don Rafael an effect of the
latter kind. He lived in the hope that Gertrudis might some day send
him a message of pardon and love. No wonder, then, that he was moved by
the arrival of a messenger from that part of the country.
"Well, Julian," said he, in a tone of assumed carelessness, "you have
news for me--what is it, my lad? I hope the insurgents have not
captured our fortress?"
"Oh no, master," replied Julian; "the soldiers at the hacienda only
complain of having nothing to do. A little scouting through the
country--where they might have the chance of sacking a rich hacienda--
would be more to their taste and fancy. As to that, the news which I
bring to your Honour will probably procure them this opportunity."
"You bring news of our enemy, I presume?"
The tone of disappointment in which the interrogatory was put, was
sufficiently marked to strike even the ear of Julian.
"Yes, Captain," replied he, "but I have other messages; and, to begin
with that which is least important, I fancy it will be agreeable to your
honour to know that I have brought along with me your favourite,
Roncador."
"Roncador?"
"Yes; the brave bay-brown you lost in your affair at Las Palmas. He has
been recovered for you, and taken care of. Ah! he has been marvellously
cared for, I can assure your Honour. He was sent back to the hacienda."
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