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Pedrito
Montero
looked
with
disgust
at
the
absolutely
bare
floor
,
and
at
the
belt
of
heavy
gilt
picture-frames
running
round
the
room
,
out
of
which
the
remnants
of
torn
and
slashed
canvases
fluttered
like
dingy
rags
.
"
We
are
not
barbarians
,
"
he
said
.
This
was
what
said
his
Excellency
,
the
popular
Pedrito
,
the
guerrillero
skilled
in
the
art
of
laying
ambushes
,
charged
by
his
brother
at
his
own
demand
with
the
organization
of
Sulaco
on
democratic
principles
.
The
night
before
,
during
the
consultation
with
his
partisans
,
who
had
come
out
to
meet
him
in
Rincon
,
he
had
opened
his
intentions
to
Senor
Fuentes
--
"
We
shall
organize
a
popular
vote
,
by
yes
or
no
,
confiding
the
destinies
of
our
beloved
country
to
the
wisdom
and
valiance
of
my
heroic
brother
,
the
invincible
general
.
A
plebiscite
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
And
Senor
Fuentes
,
puffing
out
his
leathery
cheeks
,
had
inclined
his
head
slightly
to
the
left
,
letting
a
thin
,
bluish
jet
of
smoke
escape
through
his
pursed
lips
.
He
had
understood
.
His
Excellency
was
exasperated
at
the
devastation
.
Not
a
single
chair
,
table
,
sofa
,
etagere
or
console
had
been
left
in
the
state
rooms
of
the
Intendencia
.
His
Excellency
,
though
twitching
all
over
with
rage
,
was
restrained
from
bursting
into
violence
by
a
sense
of
his
remoteness
and
isolation
.
His
heroic
brother
was
very
far
away
.
Meantime
,
how
was
he
going
to
take
his
siesta
?
He
had
expected
to
find
comfort
and
luxury
in
the
Intendencia
after
a
year
of
hard
camp
life
,
ending
with
the
hardships
and
privations
of
the
daring
dash
upon
Sulaco
--
upon
the
province
which
was
worth
more
in
wealth
and
influence
than
all
the
rest
of
the
Republic
's
territory
.
He
would
get
even
with
Gamacho
by-and-by
.
And
Senor
Gamacho
's
oration
,
delectable
to
popular
ears
,
went
on
in
the
heat
and
glare
of
the
Plaza
like
the
uncouth
howlings
of
an
inferior
sort
of
devil
cast
into
a
white-hot
furnace
.
Every
moment
he
had
to
wipe
his
streaming
face
with
his
bare
fore-arm
;
he
had
flung
off
his
coat
,
and
had
turned
up
the
sleeves
of
his
shirt
high
above
the
elbows
;
but
he
kept
on
his
head
the
large
cocked
hat
with
white
plumes
.
His
ingenuousness
cherished
this
sign
of
his
rank
as
Commandante
of
the
National
Guards
.
Approving
and
grave
murmurs
greeted
his
periods
.
His
opinion
was
that
war
should
be
declared
at
once
against
France
,
England
,
Germany
,
and
the
United
States
,
who
,
by
introducing
railways
,
mining
enterprises
,
colonization
,
and
under
such
other
shallow
pretences
,
aimed
at
robbing
poor
people
of
their
lands
,
and
with
the
help
of
these
Goths
and
paralytics
,
the
aristocrats
would
convert
them
into
toiling
and
miserable
slaves
.
And
the
leperos
,
flinging
about
the
corners
of
their
dirty
white
mantas
,
yelled
their
approbation
.
General
Montero
,
Gamacho
howled
with
conviction
,
was
the
only
man
equal
to
the
patriotic
task
.
They
assented
to
that
,
too
The
morning
was
wearing
on
;
there
were
already
signs
of
disruption
,
currents
and
eddies
in
the
crowd
.
Some
were
seeking
the
shade
of
the
walls
and
under
the
trees
of
the
Alameda
.
Horsemen
spurred
through
,
shouting
;
groups
of
sombreros
set
level
on
heads
against
the
vertical
sun
were
drifting
away
into
the
streets
,
where
the
open
doors
of
pulperias
revealed
an
enticing
gloom
resounding
with
the
gentle
tinkling
of
guitars
.
The
National
Guards
were
thinking
of
siesta
,
and
the
eloquence
of
Gamacho
,
their
chief
,
was
exhausted
.
Later
on
,
when
,
in
the
cooler
hours
of
the
afternoon
,
they
tried
to
assemble
again
for
further
consideration
of
public
affairs
,
detachments
of
Montero
's
cavalry
camped
on
the
Alameda
charged
them
without
parley
,
at
speed
,
with
long
lances
levelled
at
their
flying
backs
as
far
as
the
ends
of
the
streets
.
The
National
Guards
of
Sulaco
were
surprised
by
this
proceeding
.
But
they
were
not
indignant
.
No
Costaguanero
had
ever
learned
to
question
the
eccentricities
of
a
military
force
.
They
were
part
of
the
natural
order
of
things
.
This
must
be
,
they
concluded
,
some
kind
of
administrative
measure
,
no
doubt
.
But
the
motive
of
it
escaped
their
unaided
intelligence
,
and
their
chief
and
orator
,
Gamacho
,
Commandante
of
the
National
Guard
,
was
lying
drunk
and
asleep
in
the
bosom
of
his
family
.
His
bare
feet
were
upturned
in
the
shadows
repulsively
,
in
the
manner
of
a
corpse
.
His
eloquent
mouth
had
dropped
open
.
His
youngest
daughter
,
scratching
her
head
with
one
hand
,
with
the
other
waved
a
green
bough
over
his
scorched
and
peeling
face
.
THE
declining
sun
had
shifted
the
shadows
from
west
to
east
amongst
the
houses
of
the
town
.
It
had
shifted
them
upon
the
whole
extent
of
the
immense
Campo
,
with
the
white
walls
of
its
haciendas
on
the
knolls
dominating
the
green
distances
;
with
its
grass-thatched
ranches
crouching
in
the
folds
of
ground
by
the
banks
of
streams
;
with
the
dark
islands
of
clustered
trees
on
a
clear
sea
of
grass
,
and
the
precipitous
range
of
the
Cordillera
,
immense
and
motionless
,
emerging
from
the
billows
of
the
lower
forests
like
the
barren
coast
of
a
land
of
giants
.
The
sunset
rays
striking
the
snow-slope
of
Higuerota
from
afar
gave
it
an
air
of
rosy
youth
,
while
the
serrated
mass
of
distant
peaks
remained
black
,
as
if
calcined
in
the
fiery
radiance
.
The
undulating
surface
of
the
forests
seemed
powdered
with
pale
gold
dust
;
and
away
there
,
beyond
Rincon
,
hidden
from
the
town
by
two
wooded
spurs
,
the
rocks
of
the
San
Tome
gorge
,
with
the
flat
wall
of
the
mountain
itself
crowned
by
gigantic
ferns
,
took
on
warm
tones
of
brown
and
yellow
,
with
red
rusty
streaks
,
and
the
dark
green
clumps
of
bushes
rooted
in
crevices
.
From
the
plain
the
stamp
sheds
and
the
houses
of
the
mine
appeared
dark
and
small
,
high
up
,
like
the
nests
of
birds
clustered
on
the
ledges
of
a
cliff
.
The
zigzag
paths
resembled
faint
tracings
scratched
on
the
wall
of
a
cyclopean
blockhouse
.
To
the
two
serenos
of
the
mine
on
patrol
duty
,
strolling
,
carbine
in
hand
,
and
watchful
eyes
,
in
the
shade
of
the
trees
lining
the
stream
near
the
bridge
,
Don
Pepe
,
descending
the
path
from
the
upper
plateau
,
appeared
no
bigger
than
a
large
beetle
.
