I give now some accounts written by Mayne Reid of the various
engagements of the American army in Mexico. Some of these were written
from the seat of war, and others subsequently.
"The capture of Vera Cruz was an affair of artillery. The city was
bombarded for several days by a semicircle of batteries placed upon the
sandhills in its rear. It at length surrendered, and with it the
celebrated castle of San Juan d'Ulloa.
"During the siege a few of us who were fond of fighting found
opportunities of being shot at in the back country. The sandhills--
resembling Murlock Banks, only more extensive--form a semicircle round
Vera Cruz. The city itself, compactly built, and of picturesque
appearance, stands upon a low sandy plain--semicircular, of course--the
sea-shore being the boundary diameter. Behind the hills of sand, for
leagues inward, extends a low jungly country, covered with the forests
of tropical America. This, like all the coast lands of Mexico, is
called the _tierra caliente_ (hot land). This region is far from being
uninhabited. These thickets have their clearings and their cottages,
the latter of the most temporary construction that may serve the wants
of man in a climate of almost perpetual summer. There are also several
villages scattered through this part of the _tierra caliente_.
"During the siege the inhabitants of these cottages (_ranchos_) and
villages banded together under the name _jarochos_ or _guerrilleros_,
but better known to our soldiers by the general title _rancheros_, and
kept up a desultory warfare in our rear, occasionally committing murders
on straggling parties of soldiers who had wandered from our lines.
"Several expeditions were sent out against them, but with indifferent
success. I was present in many of these expeditions, and on one
occasion, when in command of about thirty men, I fell in with a party of
_guerrilleros_ nearly a hundred strong, routed them, and, after a
straggling fight of several hours, drove them back upon a strong
position, the village of Medellini. In this skirmish I was fired at by
from fifty to a hundred muskets and escopettes, and, although at the
distance of not over two hundred yards, had the good fortune to escape
being hit.
"One night I was sent in command of a scouting party to reconnoitre a
guerilla camp supposed to be some five miles away in the country. It
was during the mid-hours of the night, but under one of those brilliant
moonlights for which the cloudless sky of Southern Mexico is celebrated.
Near the edge of an opening--the prairie of Santa Fe--our party was
brought suddenly to a halt at the sight of an object that filled every
one of us with horror. It was the dead body of a soldier, a member of
the corps to which the scouting party belonged. The body lay at full
length upon its back; the hair was clotted with blood and standing out
in every direction; the teeth were clenched in agony; the eyes glassy
and open, as if glaring upon the moon that shone in mid-heaven above.
One arm had been cut off at the elbow, while a large incision in the
left breast showed where the heart had been torn out, to satisfy the
vengeance of an inhuman enemy. There were shot wounds and sword cuts
all over the body, and other mutilations made by the zopilotes and
wolves. Notwithstanding all, it was recognised as that of a brave young
soldier, who was much esteemed by his comrades, and who for two days had
been missing from the camp. He had imprudently strayed beyond the line
of pickets, and fallen into the hands of the enemy's _guerrilleros_.
"The men would not pass on without giving to his mutilated remains the
last rites of burial. There was neither spade nor shovel to be had; but
fixing bayonets, they dug up the turf, and depositing the body, gave it
such sepulture as was possible. One who had been his bosom friend,
cutting a slip from a bay laurel close by, planted it in the grave. The
ceremony was performed in deep silence, for they knew that they were on
dangerous ground, and that a single shout or shot at that moment might
have been the signal for their destruction.
"I afterwards learnt that this fiendish act was partly due to a spirit
of retaliation. One of the American soldiers, a very brutal fellow, had
shot a Mexican, a young Jarocho peasant, who was seen near the roadside
chopping some wood with his machete. It was an act of sheer wantonness,
or for sport, just as a thoughtless boy might fire at a bird to see
whether he could kill it. Fortunately the Mexican was not killed, but
his elbow was shattered by the shot so badly that the whole arm required
amputation. It was the wantonness of the act that provoked retaliation;
and after this the _lex talionis_ became common around Vera Cruz, and
was practised in all its deadly severity long after the place was taken.
Several other American soldiers, straying thoughtlessly beyond the
lines, suffered in the same way, their bodies being found mutilated in a
precisely similar manner. Strange to say, the man who was the cause of
this vengeance became himself one of its victims. Not then, at Vera
Cruz, but long afterwards, in the Valley of Mexico; and this was the
strangest part of it. Shortly after the American army entered the
capital, his body was found in the canal of Las Vigas, alongside the
`Chinampas,' or floating gardens, gashed all over with wounds, made by
the knives of assassins, and mutilated just as the others had been. It
might have been a mere coincidence, but it was supposed at the time that
the one-armed Jarocho must have followed him up, with that implacable
spirit of vengeance characteristic of his race, until at length, finding
him alone, he had completed his vendetta.
"Vera Cruz being taken, we marched for the interior. Puente Nacional,
the next strong point, had been fortified, but the enemy, deeming it too
weak, fell back upon Cerro Gordo, another strong pass about twenty miles
from the former. Here they were again completely routed, although
numbering three times our force. In this action I was cheated out of
the opportunity of having my name recorded, by the cowardice or
imbecility of the major of my regiment, who on that day commanded the
detachment of which I formed part. In an early part of the action I
discovered a large body of the enemy escaping through a narrow gorge
running down the face of a high precipice. The force which this officer
commanded had been sufficient to have captured these fugitives, but he
not only refused to go forward, but refused to give me a sufficient
command to accomplish the object. I learnt afterwards that Santa Anna,
commander-in-chief of the Mexican army, had escaped by this gorge.
"After the victory of Cerro Gordo, the army pushed forward to Jalapa, a
fine village half-way up the table-lands. After a short rest here we
again took the road, and crossing a spur of the Cordilleras, swept over
the plains of Perote, and entered the city of Puebla. Yes, with a force
of 3,000 men, we entered that great city, containing a population of at
least 75,000. The inhabitants were almost paralysed with astonishment
and mortification at seeing the smallness of our force. The balconies,
windows and house-tops were crowded with spectators; and there were
enough men in the streets--had they been men--to have stoned us to
death. At Puebla we halted for reinforcements a period of about two
months.
"In the month of August, 1847, we numbered about 12,000 effective men,
and leaving a small garrison here, with the remainder--10,000--we took
the road for the capital. The city of Mexico lies about eighty miles
from Puebla. Half-way, another spur of the Andes must be crossed. On
the 10th of August, with an immense siege and baggage-train, we moved
over these pine-clad hills, and entered the Valley of Mexico. Here halt
was made for reconnaissance, which lasted several days. The city stands
in the middle of a marshy plain interspersed with lakes, and is entered
by eight roads or causeways. These were known to be fortified, but
especially that which leads through the gate San Lazaro, on the direct
road to Puebla. This was covered by a strong work on the hill El Pinol,
and was considered by General Scott as next to impregnable. To turn
this, a wide diversion to the north or south was necessary. The latter
was adopted, and an old road winding around Lake Chalco--through the old
town of that name, and along the base of the southern mountain ridge--
was found practicable.
"We took this road, and after a slow march of four days our vanguard
debouched on the great National Road, which rounds southward from the
city of Mexico to Acapulco. This road was also strongly fortified, and
it was still further resolved to turn the fortifications on it by making
more to the west. San Augustin de las Cuenas, a village five leagues
from Mexico on the National Road, became the point of reserve. On the
19th of August, General Worth moved down the National Road, as a feint
to hold the enemy in check at San Antonio (strongly fortified) while the
divisions of Generals Worth and Twiggs, with the brigade of Shields--to
which I was attached--commenced moving across the Pedregal, a tract of
country consisting of rocks, jungle and lava, and almost impassable. On
the evening of the 19th, we had crossed the Pedregal, and became engaged
with a strong body of the enemy under General Valencia, at a place
called Contreras. Night closed on the battle, and the enemy still held
his position.
"It rained all night; we sat, not slept, in the muddy lanes of a poor
village, San Geronimo--a dreadful night. Before daybreak, General
Persifer Smith, who commanded in this battle, had taken his measures,
and shortly after sunrise we were at it again. In less than an hour
that army `of the north,' as Valencia's division was styled, being men
of San Luis Potosi and other northern States, the flower of the Mexican
army, was scattered and in full flight for the city of Mexico.
"This army was 6,000 strong, backed by a reserve of 6,000 more under
Santa Anna himself. The reserve did not act, owing, it was said, to
some jealousy between Valencia and Santa Anna. In this battle we
captured a crowd of prisoners and twenty seven pieces of artillery.
"The road, as we supposed, was now open to the city; a great mistake, as
the sharp skirmishes which our light troops encountered as we advanced
soon led us to believe. All at once we stumbled upon the main body of
the enemy, collected behind two of the strongest field works I have ever
seen, in a little village called Cherubusco.
"The road to the village passed over a small stream spanned by a bridge,
which was held in force by the Mexicans, and it soon became evident
that, unless something like a flank movement were made, they would not
be dislodged. The bridge was well fortified and the army attacked
fruitlessly in front.
"General Shields' brigade was ordered to go round by the hacienda of Los
Portales and attack the enemy on the flank. They got as far as the
barns at Los Portales, but would go no farther. They were being shot
down by scores, and the men eagerly sought shelter behind walls or
wherever else it could be found. Colonel Ward B. Burnett made a
desperate attempt to get the companies together, but it was
unsuccessful, and he himself fell, badly wounded.
"The situation had become very critical. I was in command of the
Grenadier Company of New York Volunteers, and saw that a squadron of
Mexican lancers were getting ready to charge, and knew that if they came
on while the flanking party were in such a state of disorganisation the
fight would end in a rout. On the other hand, if we charged on them,
the chances were the enemy would give way and run. In any case, nothing
could be worse than the present state of inaction and slaughter.
"The lieutenant-colonel of the South Carolina Volunteers--their colonel,
Butler, having been wounded, was not on the field--was carrying the blue
palmetto flag of the regiment. I cried out to him:
"`Colonel, will you lead the men on a charge?'
"Before he could answer, I heard something snap, and the colonel fell,
with one leg broken at the ankle by a shot. I took the flag, and as the
wounded officer was being carried off the field, he cried:
"`Major Gladden, take the flag. Captain Blanding, remember Moultrie,
Loundes and old Charleston!'
"Hurrying back to my men, reaching them on the extreme right, I rushed
on in front of the line, calling out: `Soldiers, will you follow me to
the charge?'
"`Ve vill!' shouted Corporal Haup, a Swiss. The order to charge being
given, away we went, the Swiss and John Murphy, a brave Irishman, being
the first two after their leader--myself.
"The Mexicans seeing cold steel coming towards them with such gusto,
took to their heels and made for the splendid road leading to the city
of Mexico, which offered unequalled opportunities for flight.
"A broad ditch intervened between the highway and the field across which
we were charging. Thinking this was not very deep, as it was covered
with a green scum, I plunged into it. It took me nearly up to the
armpits, and I struggled out all covered with slime and mud. The men
avoided my mishap, coming to the road by a dryer but more roundabout
path.
"As we got on the road Captain Phil Kearney came thundering over the
bridge with his company, all mounted on dappled greys. The gallant Phil
had a weakness for dappled greys. As they approached I sang out: `Boys,
have you breath enough left to give a cheer for Captain Kearney?'
"Phil acknowledged the compliment with a wave of his sword, as he went
swinging by towards the works the enemy had thrown up across this road.
Just as he reached this spot, the recall bugle sounded, and at that
moment Kearney received the shot that cost him an arm.
"Disregarding the bugle call, we of the infantry kept on, when a rider
came tearing up, calling upon us to halt.
"`What for?' I cried.
"`General Scott's orders.'
"`We shall rue this halt,' was my rejoinder. `The city is at our mercy;
we can take it now, and should.'
"Lieutenant-Colonel Baxter, then in command of the New York Volunteers,
called out:
"`For God's sake, Mayne Reid, obey orders, and halt the men.'
"At this appeal I faced round to my followers, and shouted `Halt!'
"The soldiers came up abreast of me, and one big North Irishman cried:
"`Do you say halt?'
"I set my sword towards them, and again shouted `Halt!' This time I was
obeyed, the soldiers crying out:
"`We'll halt for you, sir, but for nobody else.'"