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Almost
every
event
out
of
the
usual
daily
course
"
marked
an
epoch
"
for
him
or
else
was
"
history
"
;
unless
with
his
pomposity
struggling
with
a
discomfited
droop
of
his
rubicund
,
rather
handsome
face
,
set
off
by
snow-white
close
hair
and
short
whiskers
,
he
would
mutter
--
"
Ah
,
that
!
That
,
sir
,
was
a
mistake
.
"
The
reception
of
the
first
consignment
of
San
Tome
silver
for
shipment
to
San
Francisco
in
one
of
the
O.S.N.
Co.
'
s
mail-boats
had
,
of
course
,
"
marked
an
epoch
"
for
Captain
Mitchell
.
The
ingots
packed
in
boxes
of
stiff
ox-hide
with
plaited
handles
,
small
enough
to
be
carried
easily
by
two
men
,
were
brought
down
by
the
serenos
of
the
mine
walking
in
careful
couples
along
the
half-mile
or
so
of
steep
,
zigzag
paths
to
the
foot
of
the
mountain
.
There
they
would
be
loaded
into
a
string
of
two-wheeled
carts
,
resembling
roomy
coffers
with
a
door
at
the
back
,
and
harnessed
tandem
with
two
mules
each
,
waiting
under
the
guard
of
armed
and
mounted
serenos
.
Don
Pepe
padlocked
each
door
in
succession
,
and
at
the
signal
of
his
whistle
the
string
of
carts
would
move
off
,
closely
surrounded
by
the
clank
of
spur
and
carbine
,
with
jolts
and
cracking
of
whips
,
with
a
sudden
deep
rumble
over
the
boundary
bridge
(
"
into
the
land
of
thieves
and
sanguinary
macaques
,
"
Don
Pepe
defined
that
crossing
)
;
hats
bobbing
in
the
first
light
of
the
dawn
,
on
the
heads
of
cloaked
figures
;
Winchesters
on
hip
;
bridle
hands
protruding
lean
and
brown
from
under
the
falling
folds
of
the
ponchos
.
The
convoy
skirting
a
little
wood
,
along
the
mine
trail
,
between
the
mud
huts
and
low
walls
of
Rincon
,
increased
its
pace
on
the
camino
real
,
mules
urged
to
speed
,
escort
galloping
,
Don
Carlos
riding
alone
ahead
of
a
dust
storm
affording
a
vague
vision
of
long
ears
of
mules
,
of
fluttering
little
green
and
white
flags
stuck
upon
each
cart
;
of
raised
arms
in
a
mob
of
sombreros
with
the
white
gleam
of
ranging
eyes
;
and
Don
Pepe
,
hardly
visible
in
the
rear
of
that
rattling
dust
trail
,
with
a
stiff
seat
and
impassive
face
,
rising
and
falling
rhythmically
on
an
ewe-necked
silver-bitted
black
brute
with
a
hammer
head
.
The
sleepy
people
in
the
little
clusters
of
huts
,
in
the
small
ranches
near
the
road
,
recognized
by
the
headlong
sound
the
charge
of
the
San
Tome
silver
escort
towards
the
crumbling
wall
of
the
city
on
the
Campo
side
.
They
came
to
the
doors
to
see
it
dash
by
over
ruts
and
stones
,
with
a
clatter
and
clank
and
cracking
of
whips
,
with
the
reckless
rush
and
precise
driving
of
a
field
battery
hurrying
into
action
,
and
the
solitary
English
figure
of
the
Senor
Administrador
riding
far
ahead
in
the
lead
.
In
the
fenced
roadside
paddocks
loose
horses
galloped
wildly
for
a
while
;
the
heavy
cattle
stood
up
breast
deep
in
the
grass
,
lowing
mutteringly
at
the
flying
noise
;
a
meek
Indian
villager
would
glance
back
once
and
hasten
to
shove
his
loaded
little
donkey
bodily
against
a
wall
,
out
of
the
way
of
the
San
Tome
silver
escort
going
to
the
sea
;
a
small
knot
of
chilly
leperos
under
the
Stone
Horse
of
the
Alameda
would
mutter
:
"
Caramba
!
"
on
seeing
it
take
a
wide
curve
at
a
gallop
and
dart
into
the
empty
Street
of
the
Constitution
;
for
it
was
considered
the
correct
thing
,
the
only
proper
style
by
the
mule-drivers
of
the
San
Tome
mine
to
go
through
the
waking
town
from
end
to
end
without
a
check
in
the
speed
as
if
chased
by
a
devil
.
The
early
sunshine
glowed
on
the
delicate
primrose
,
pale
pink
,
pale
blue
fronts
of
the
big
houses
with
all
their
gates
shut
yet
,
and
no
face
behind
the
iron
bars
of
the
windows
.
In
the
whole
sunlit
range
of
empty
balconies
along
the
street
only
one
white
figure
would
be
visible
high
up
above
the
clear
pavement
--
the
wife
of
the
Senor
Administrador
--
leaning
over
to
see
the
escort
go
by
to
the
harbour
,
a
mass
of
heavy
,
fair
hair
twisted
up
negligently
on
her
little
head
,
and
a
lot
of
lace
about
the
neck
of
her
muslin
wrapper
.
With
a
smile
to
her
husband
's
single
,
quick
,
upward
glance
,
she
would
watch
the
whole
thing
stream
past
below
her
feet
with
an
orderly
uproar
,
till
she
answered
by
a
friendly
sign
the
salute
of
the
galloping
Don
Pepe
,
the
stiff
,
deferential
inclination
with
a
sweep
of
the
hat
below
the
knee
.
The
string
of
padlocked
carts
lengthened
,
the
size
of
the
escort
grew
bigger
as
the
years
went
on
.
Every
three
months
an
increasing
stream
of
treasure
swept
through
the
streets
of
Sulaco
on
its
way
to
the
strong
room
in
the
O.S.N.
Co.
'
s
building
by
the
harbour
,
there
to
await
shipment
for
the
North
.
Increasing
in
volume
,
and
of
immense
value
also
;
for
,
as
Charles
Gould
told
his
wife
once
with
some
exultation
,
there
had
never
been
seen
anything
in
the
world
to
approach
the
vein
of
the
Gould
Concession
.
For
them
both
,
each
passing
of
the
escort
under
the
balconies
of
the
Casa
Gould
was
like
another
victory
gained
in
the
conquest
of
peace
for
Sulaco
.
No
doubt
the
initial
action
of
Charles
Gould
had
been
helped
at
the
beginning
by
a
period
of
comparative
peace
which
occurred
just
about
that
time
;
and
also
by
the
general
softening
of
manners
as
compared
with
the
epoch
of
civil
wars
whence
had
emerged
the
iron
tyranny
of
Guzman
Bento
of
fearful
memory
.
In
the
contests
that
broke
out
at
the
end
of
his
rule
(
which
had
kept
peace
in
the
country
for
a
whole
fifteen
years
)
there
was
more
fatuous
imbecility
,
plenty
of
cruelty
and
suffering
still
,
but
much
less
of
the
old-time
fierce
and
blindly
ferocious
political
fanaticism
.
