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"
Senora
!
"
he
remonstrated
,
with
great
feeling
,
"
in
the
name
of
God
,
reflect
!
How
can
there
be
any
glory
for
a
man
like
me
in
overcoming
that
bald-headed
embustero
with
the
dyed
moustaches
?
"
Pablo
Ignacio
Barrios
,
son
of
a
village
alcalde
,
general
of
division
,
commanding
in
chief
the
Occidental
Military
district
,
did
not
frequent
the
higher
society
of
the
town
.
He
preferred
the
unceremonious
gatherings
of
men
where
he
could
tell
jaguar-hunt
stories
,
boast
of
his
powers
with
the
lasso
,
with
which
he
could
perform
extremely
difficult
feats
of
the
sort
"
no
married
man
should
attempt
,
"
as
the
saying
goes
amongst
the
llaneros
;
relate
tales
of
extraordinary
night
rides
,
encounters
with
wild
bulls
,
struggles
with
crocodiles
,
adventures
in
the
great
forests
,
crossings
of
swollen
rivers
.
And
it
was
not
mere
boastfulness
that
prompted
the
general
's
reminiscences
,
but
a
genuine
love
of
that
wild
life
which
he
had
led
in
his
young
days
before
he
turned
his
back
for
ever
on
the
thatched
roof
of
the
parental
tolderia
in
the
woods
.
Wandering
away
as
far
as
Mexico
he
had
fought
against
the
French
by
the
side
(
as
he
said
)
of
Juarez
,
and
was
the
only
military
man
of
Costaguana
who
had
ever
encountered
European
troops
in
the
field
.
That
fact
shed
a
great
lustre
upon
his
name
till
it
became
eclipsed
by
the
rising
star
of
Montero
.
All
his
life
he
had
been
an
inveterate
gambler
.
He
alluded
himself
quite
openly
to
the
current
story
how
once
,
during
some
campaign
(
when
in
command
of
a
brigade
)
,
he
had
gambled
away
his
horses
,
pistols
,
and
accoutrements
,
to
the
very
epaulettes
,
playing
monte
with
his
colonels
the
night
before
the
battle
.
Finally
,
he
had
sent
under
escort
his
sword
(
a
presentation
sword
,
with
a
gold
hilt
)
to
the
town
in
the
rear
of
his
position
to
be
immediately
pledged
for
five
hundred
pesetas
with
a
sleepy
and
frightened
shop-keeper
.
By
daybreak
he
had
lost
the
last
of
that
money
,
too
,
when
his
only
remark
,
as
he
rose
calmly
,
was
,
"
Now
let
us
go
and
fight
to
the
death
.
"
From
that
time
he
had
become
aware
that
a
general
could
lead
his
troops
into
battle
very
well
with
a
simple
stick
in
his
hand
.
"
It
has
been
my
custom
ever
since
,
"
he
would
say
.
He
was
always
overwhelmed
with
debts
;
even
during
the
periods
of
splendour
in
his
varied
fortunes
of
a
Costaguana
general
,
when
he
held
high
military
commands
,
his
gold-laced
uniforms
were
almost
always
in
pawn
with
some
tradesman
.
And
at
last
,
to
avoid
the
incessant
difficulties
of
costume
caused
by
the
anxious
lenders
,
he
had
assumed
a
disdain
of
military
trappings
,
an
eccentric
fashion
of
shabby
old
tunics
,
which
had
become
like
a
second
nature
.
But
the
faction
Barrios
joined
needed
to
fear
no
political
betrayal
.
He
was
too
much
of
a
real
soldier
for
the
ignoble
traffic
of
buying
and
selling
victories
.
A
member
of
the
foreign
diplomatic
body
in
Sta
.
Marta
had
once
passed
a
judgment
upon
him
:
"
Barrios
is
a
man
of
perfect
honesty
and
even
of
some
talent
for
war
,
mais
il
manque
de
tenue
.
"
After
the
triumph
of
the
Ribierists
he
had
obtained
the
reputedly
lucrative
Occidental
command
,
mainly
through
the
exertions
of
his
creditors
(
the
Sta
.
Marta
shopkeepers
,
all
great
politicians
)
,
who
moved
heaven
and
earth
in
his
interest
publicly
,
and
privately
besieged
Senor
Moraga
,
the
influential
agent
of
the
San
Tome
mine
,
with
the
exaggerated
lamentations
that
if
the
general
were
passed
over
,
"
We
shall
all
be
ruined
.
"
An
incidental
but
favourable
mention
of
his
name
in
Mr.
Gould
senior
's
long
correspondence
with
his
son
had
something
to
do
with
his
appointment
,
too
;
but
most
of
all
undoubtedly
his
established
political
honesty
.
No
one
questioned
the
personal
bravery
of
the
Tiger-killer
,
as
the
populace
called
him
.
He
was
,
however
,
said
to
be
unlucky
in
the
field
--
but
this
was
to
be
the
beginning
of
an
era
of
peace
.
The
soldiers
liked
him
for
his
humane
temper
,
which
was
like
a
strange
and
precious
flower
unexpectedly
blooming
on
the
hotbed
of
corrupt
revolutions
;
and
when
he
rode
slowly
through
the
streets
during
some
military
display
,
the
contemptuous
good
humour
of
his
solitary
eye
roaming
over
the
crowds
extorted
the
acclamations
of
the
populace
.
The
women
of
that
class
especially
seemed
positively
fascinated
by
the
long
drooping
nose
,
the
peaked
chin
,
the
heavy
lower
lip
,
the
black
silk
eyepatch
and
band
slanting
rakishly
over
the
forehead
.
His
high
rank
always
procured
an
audience
of
Caballeros
for
his
sporting
stories
,
which
he
detailed
very
well
with
a
simple
,
grave
enjoyment
.
As
to
the
society
of
ladies
,
it
was
irksome
by
the
restraints
it
imposed
without
any
equivalent
,
as
far
as
he
could
see
.
He
had
not
,
perhaps
,
spoken
three
times
on
the
whole
to
Mrs.
Gould
since
he
had
taken
up
his
high
command
;
but
he
had
observed
her
frequently
riding
with
the
Senor
Administrador
,
and
had
pronounced
that
there
was
more
sense
in
her
little
bridle-hand
than
in
all
the
female
heads
in
Sulaco
.
His
impulse
had
been
to
be
very
civil
on
parting
to
a
woman
who
did
not
wobble
in
the
saddle
,
and
happened
to
be
the
wife
of
a
personality
very
important
to
a
man
always
short
of
money
.
He
even
pushed
his
attentions
so
far
as
to
desire
the
aide-de-camp
at
his
side
(
a
thick-set
,
short
captain
with
a
Tartar
physiognomy
)
to
bring
along
a
corporal
with
a
file
of
men
in
front
of
the
carriage
,
lest
the
crowd
in
its
backward
surges
should
"
incommode
the
mules
of
the
senora
.
"
Then
,
turning
to
the
small
knot
of
silent
Europeans
looking
on
within
earshot
,
he
raised
his
voice
protectingly
--
"
Senores
,
have
no
apprehension
.
Go
on
quietly
making
your
Ferro
Carril
--
your
railways
,
your
telegraphs
.
Your
--
There
's
enough
wealth
in
Costaguana
to
pay
for
everything
--
or
else
you
would
not
be
here
.
Ha
!
ha
!
Do
n't
mind
this
little
picardia
of
my
friend
Montero
.
In
a
little
while
you
shall
behold
his
dyed
moustaches
through
the
bars
of
a
strong
wooden
cage
.
Si
,
senores
!
Fear
nothing
,
develop
the
country
,
work
,
work
!
"
The
little
group
of
engineers
received
this
exhortation
without
a
word
,
and
after
waving
his
hand
at
them
loftily
,
he
addressed
himself
again
to
Mrs.
Gould
--
"
That
is
what
Don
Jose
says
we
must
do
.
Be
enterprising
!
Work
!
Grow
rich
!
To
put
Montero
in
a
cage
is
my
work
;
and
when
that
insignificant
piece
of
business
is
done
,
then
,
as
Don
Jose
wishes
us
,
we
shall
grow
rich
,
one
and
all
,
like
so
many
Englishmen
,
because
it
is
money
that
saves
a
country
,
and
--
"
But
a
young
officer
in
a
very
new
uniform
,
hurrying
up
from
the
direction
of
the
jetty
,
interrupted
his
interpretation
of
Senor
Avellanos
's
ideals
.
