WHOM THE GODS LOVE DIE YOUNG.
It was, I believe, Lord Cochrane's desire to land his troops close to
the port of Arica; but two unsuccessful attempts having been made, the
plan was abandoned.
Colonel Miller, who had by this time resumed his duties, next
transferred his men to two small schooners captured from the enemy, and
having taken on board food and water sufficient for twenty-four hours,
set sail for the Morro de Sama, a miserable port ten leagues north of
Arica.
José and I accompanied him, as did also, to my great delight, the young
doctor. Our two vessels were crazy craft: they had only temporary
rudders, and it was impossible to steer with any degree of accuracy.
Owing to this the trip occupied just double the calculated time, so
that on landing we were half dead with hunger and thirst. The soldiers
still suffered somewhat from the effects of the ague: their legs
tottered under them, and at first they could not march longer than half
an hour at a time without lying down to rest.
You must not, however, suppose that we were at all downhearted on this
account. The men had the greatest confidence in their leader, while
the gaiety and high spirits of the young doctor acted as a fine tonic.
He was full of quips and cranks, and his merry sayings brought a smile
to the faces of even the most wearied.
A winding path three miles in length brought us to the summit of a
steep mountain, where we stopped awhile to rest, and to enjoy the
refreshing breeze.
"Well, Crawford," exclaimed the doctor cheerfully, when we once more
resumed the march, "how do you like being on active service? A
pleasant change, isn't it, from being cooped up on board ship?"
At the moment I hardly agreed with him, but I made an effort to reply
to his banter.
Only to a few of us was the really desperate nature of our expedition
known. Of the Spaniards we entertained no manner of fear; the sole
terror lay in the route to be traversed. We were already parched by
thirst, and more than twenty miles of sandy desert lay between us and
water.
Nor was this all. Only one man knew the route, and years had gone by
since he had last travelled over it. If his strength or memory failed,
it might well happen that the dreary desert would be our burial-place
and the loose sand our winding-sheet. It was not exactly a cheering
prospect, but we made the best of it.
The colonel marched at the head of his men, the doctor at the rear, so
that he might assist any unfortunate stragglers, while José and I went
forward with the guide.
With frequent halts for rest we ploughed our way through the shifting
sand, our eyes aching and our throats terribly dry.
About midnight, as near as I could judge, the guide stopped
irresolutely.
"What is it?" asked José, in an excited whisper; "what is wrong?"
We could not see the fellow's face, but he seemed very agitated, and
there was a break in his voice as he answered,--
"I don't know--I am not sure--but I can't be certain that we are on the
right track."
The words sounded like a sentence of death, and I could hardly repress
a cry of horror.
"Be still!" whispered José; "the men must not know. Stay here a minute
while I ask the colonel to halt. That will give us a little
breathing-space."
He was soon back, and taking the guide's arm, he exclaimed,--
"Now come, get your wits about you, and let us see what can be done.
Where do you think we ought to be?"
"I don't know," replied the guide helplessly. "The saints preserve us,
or we are lost!"
"Now look here," said José sternly: "you are giving way, and that won't
do. Pluck up your courage, man, and remember that all our lives are in
your hands."
I think, perhaps, this awful responsibility had much to do with
breaking the guide down. He wrung his hands and groaned, saying aloud
that he had brought us to death.
"But we aren't dead yet," I remarked, "and needn't be if only you will
collect your wits. Come, let us cast about a bit; maybe you'll find
some landmark that will help you."
"No, no," he cried; "we may be right now, and if we stray away we shall
certainly be lost. May the saints preserve us!"
I think the fellow would be there yet, but for the click of José's
pistol and the stern ring in his voice as he said sharply,--
"This nonsense has to stop.--Take his arm, Jack.--Now go on without a
word, until you can make up your mind one way or other about the route."
The next quarter of an hour was one of the worst in my life. The man
stumbled this way and that, now going in a straight line, again turning
to right or left, and all the time the troops in our rear were resting
in fancied security. I shuddered to think what would happen if the
guide failed to locate the track. Suddenly he ran forward quickly,
dragging me with him, and then uttered a joyful cry. We were at the
foot of a sandy hillock of peculiar shape, much like, as far as I could
tell, a truncated cone.
It was not high, but apparently of considerable circumference.
The guide laughed and wept like a man bereft of his senses, and then
crying, "We are saved!" he straightway fell on his knees and offered up
a prayer of thanksgiving. The strangely-shaped hillock showed him that
thus far he had led us correctly; and although during the night he had
several further twinges of alarm, he did not lose his nerve again.
As mile after mile was traversed our thirst became excruciatingly
painful, and there was no chance of relief. Between us and the valley
of Sama no drop of water would be found. Still we plodded on, parched
and weary, until in the eastern sky the dawn rose slowly. For just a
brief period we felt the cold, damp, but refreshing breath of morning,
and then the hot sun added to our misery. Our heads were scorched by
its burning rays, and we were almost blinded by the glare reflected
from the deep, loose sand.
It was nearly nine o'clock when the guide, extending his arm,
exclaimed, "Sama--water!" And looking ahead, we caught a glimpse of
the cool green vegetation in the Sama valley.
Under other circumstances it would have been laughable to watch the
effect produced by our near approach to the valley. What semblance of
order the colonel had kept on the march vanished. Breaking their
ranks, the men rushed forward eagerly in search of the welcome water.
One who for the last mile had been crawling along, supported by the
doctor, darted off like a champion runner, though he fell exhausted
before covering half the distance. On reaching the sparkling stream,
we all, without exception, flung ourselves down by the margin, and
lapped the water like thirsty dogs.
Here we remained till the next day, being supplied with food by the
people from Sama, who also procured for us about a dozen horses, two of
which, I am thankful to say, fell to José and myself.
Most of the men, after eating and drinking, stretched themselves out on
the grass, and were fast asleep in a moment; but our leader had much to
do, and the cheery young doctor spent half his time in attending on the
sick. In this José helped him. I wished to do so, but in truth the
long march, and the want of food and water, had worn me out.
"Lie down and get some rest," said the doctor, "or you will be left
behind to-morrow. We have another twelve leagues or so before us yet."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To a village called Tacna."
"We call it a town," laughed José. "Why, there are more than four
thousand people living in it."
"Dear me," exclaimed the doctor good-humouredly, "what a considerable
place!"
Attended by José, he passed on laughing, and I curled up in the
sheltered nook which I had selected as bed and bedchamber in one. I
know nothing of what happened after that until José, shaking my arm,
told me to rise.
It was scarcely light; but the troops were already preparing their
simple breakfast, for they had another long and tedious march before
them.
"How do you feel, Jack?" asked José.
"All right, thank you," said I, giving myself a shake, "but
tremendously hungry. I could eat a horse!"
At that he laughed, saying, "Before the campaign's over I daresay you
will be glad to eat part of one"--a prophecy that was more than
fulfilled.
Directly after breakfast the men were assembled, the colonel addressed
them in a few stirring words, and the march began. We did not
anticipate an attack, but a few sturdy and well-mounted peasants from
Sama rode ahead to make sure that the route was clear.
Outside Tacna we were met by the inhabitants, who escorted us, with
much noise and cheering, in triumph to the town.
"These worthy people are good patriots, Crawford," said the doctor, who
was riding next me. "Hark how they cry 'Down with the Spaniards!' It
is lucky for them that we are not part of the Spanish army."
"As to that," I answered, "it is as easy to shout for one side as for
the other. It is only a matter of words, after all."
"Well," he laughed, "if cheers were bullets, we need not go short of
ammunition."
We remained several days in Tacna, where I had the luck to be quartered
on a wealthy Spanish merchant. It was most amusing to be in his
company, as he hated us like poison, and, in spite of himself, could
hardly prevent his real sentiments from popping out at inconvenient
times. However, either from fear or from policy, he treated me well,
and during our stay in the town I lived on the best of everything.
This was an agreeable interlude in the making of war, and suited me
admirably.
Like all good things, it came to an end much too soon, and very
suddenly. José, the doctor, and I had been spending an evening with
one of the principal inhabitants, and on coming away met the colonel.
"I am pleased that you keep good hours," said he, with a smile. "We
march at dawn. The Spaniards are moving in three detachments to
intercept us; we must crush them one by one."
"Well," exclaimed the doctor pleasantly, "we can't grumble; we have had
a pleasant breathing-space."
During our stay at Tacna we had received reinforcements, bringing our
adventurous party up to four hundred and fifty, of which about a third
part consisted of cavalry. The few days' rest had recruited our
strength, and we set out in high spirits for Buena Vista, a tiny hamlet
at the foot of the Cordillera.
As yet we had obtained no definite news of the enemy; but while we lay
at Buena Vista, a native scout brought word that a strong Spanish force
was stationed at Mirabe, a village some forty miles distant. The
colonel's resolution was instantly taken, and as soon as day broke we
were once more moving.
After we had left the valley, our route lay across a region where no
blade of grass had ever grown. As far as the eye reached, the scene
was one of utter desolation. The horses picked their steps gingerly,
and the foot-soldiers stumbled along as best they could, tripping now
and then over the stones and boulders that strewed the path. All day
long, with intervals for rest, we tramped, and the coming of night
still found us pursuing the tedious journey.
The last part was worse than the first. For six miles the road
descended amidst steep rocks and mighty precipices. The pass was so
narrow that we had to march in single file, each horseman on foot and
leading his animal. Had the Spaniards caught us there, not a man would
have escaped.
Slowly and carefully we descended in one long line, until at midnight
we reached the rugged bank of the river which rushes through the Mirabe
valley. In a hollow on the opposite side lay the village, and behind
the mud walls surrounding the cultivated grounds were the Spaniards,
little dreaming of our proximity.
"Now," exclaimed the colonel softly, "we have them in our power. We
have but to cross the river and fall upon their camp."
He had already begun to give his orders, when the report of a
pistol--fired, whether by accident or design, by one of our men--rang
out, and all chance of a surprise vanished. The Spaniards, in alarm,
began firing rapidly, though they could not see us, a thick wood
stretching between them and the river.
"I'd hang that fellow," growled José. "He's either a fool or a rogue,
and has completely spoiled the colonel's plans."
"Never mind," said the colonel cheerfully; "we must make new ones," and
he immediately dispatched two rocket parties--one to the right, the
other to the left--in order to engage the enemy's attention.
Meanwhile each mounted man, taking up a foot-soldier behind him,
crossed the river, and then returned for another, until in a short time
all had safely effected a passage. Then, unable to do more in the
darkness, we lay down to wait for the coming of dawn.
Many of the men fell fast asleep in spite of the random firing, but my
mind was busy with thoughts of the approaching fight.
About two o'clock, Dr. Welsh, who had been assisting the regular army
surgeons, came and lay down beside me.
"Well, Crawford," said he, finding I was awake, "how do you like the
music? Rather alarming at first, eh? But you'll get used to it.
After hearing the bullets swish round your ears a time or two you'll
think nothing of it."
"That may be," I replied, "but it is distinctly unpleasant just now."
He laughed, saying the fight would be only a skirmish at the most, and
not worth considering.
"Are you going to stay with us?" I asked.
"Oh no," said he; "this is only a run ashore, just to stretch my legs a
bit, you know. They get cramped on board ship. By George, those
fellows intend serenading us till daybreak. Who's that on the other
side of you--Craig?"
"Yes--sound asleep and snoring. I wish I were."
"Ah, no doubt he has a clear conscience. Take pattern by him, my boy."
"Thanks for the advice," said I, laughing; "it's very kind of you to
offer it."
"It costs nothing," he answered banteringly; "which explains why so
many people are willing to give it."
After a time I fell asleep, and did not waken till, at the first streak
of dawn, an order was quietly passed through the lines for every man to
hold himself in readiness.
José sat up, rubbed his eyes lazily, and declared that he could sleep
another twenty-four hours.
"There's too much hurry and bustle about this kind of warfare," said
he. "Why don't both sides agree to meet at a certain place, and to
fight it out?"
"A famous plan, upon my word!" cried the doctor; "it would save no end
of trouble."
"And get the business over quickly," said José, who was saddling up.
"Hullo, there goes the colonel! I wonder if he ever gets tired?"
"No," laughed the doctor merrily; "he's made of iron."
The dawn was broadening now; and moving from the shelter of the wood,
we saw the Spaniards on a level piece of ground about half a mile wide.
"They're trying to gain the ridge on the left," cried José; "that will
give them the advantage."
But the colonel had seen the manoeuvre also, and flung his small body
of cavalry at them with such force that they drew back, trying to
retreat by the winding track through the mountains. Again they were
intercepted, this time being forced to the edge of a precipitous cliff.
"By George," exclaimed the doctor, "they're in it now! It's neck or
nothing with them."
All this time I had quietly sat on my horse, watching the phases of the
fight. The scene was to me so extraordinary that I had no sense of
fear. I was not upset even by the strange, wailing sounds made by the
rushing bullets.
José and I were with the reserve cavalry; Welsh was at the colonel's
side. The Spaniards fought with desperate courage, I could see that,
and they pushed our men hard. Fallen soldiers dotted the level tract
of ground. Some, raising themselves painfully, began to crawl back.
I make no pretence of giving an accurate description of the combat. To
me it was a confused medley of men and horses inextricably mixed; of
shining swords, of blinding red flashes; and my ears were deafened with
the fierce cries and shouts of men spending their lives recklessly
under the rising sun.
At last I saw the colonel raise his sword. Then he shouted something
in Spanish, whereat, gathering up the reins in my left hand, I spurred
my horse, to keep company with the rest.
"A firm seat, Jack; keep a firm seat!" cried a familiar voice in my
ear; and there was José, riding as coolly as if taking a canter over
the grounds of our park at home!
We were riding at no great pace, but all well together, when again the
colonel's voice rang out, and we broke instantly into a gallop. Then
in a flash I saw a body of Spanish cavalry drawn up to receive us,
while from our left came a stinging hail of bullets.
A man close to me dropped his sword with a cry of pain, and the next
moment his horse, taking the bit between its teeth, rushed madly to the
front. I watched its progress with queer fascination. On it went,
right through the Spaniards, who edged aside to let it pass, straight
to the brink of the precipice, over which it fell, still carrying its
hapless rider. It seemed to me that I heard his shriek, though that
must have been fancy, as it could not have risen above the tumult of
the fight.
"Forward!" roared the colonel, waving his sword, and the next instant
we were in the midst of the throng. The young doctor was just in front
of me, José on my right hand, and the men pressing close behind. I saw
nothing of the fight save that part only which concerned myself. Again
and again the shining steel was within a hair's-breadth of me--now at
my head, now at my heart--while I was almost suffocated in the press.
Inch by inch, by sheer force of steel, we threaded our way through,
re-formed on the further side, and, still headed by the colonel, dashed
once more into the fray. This time the resistance was less obstinate.
The Spaniards began to weary--to fall back, as if unable to hold their
ground.
"Hurrah!" cried the young doctor, "hurrah! they're done for!"
I shall not easily forget the picture he made. His handsome face was
flushed with excitement, his beautiful eyes were ablaze with light; he
sat his horse erect as a young sapling. A handsomer or finer man could
not have been.
I saw the tragedy from beginning to end, but could do nothing to
prevent it. It was over quick as a flash of summer lightning. Before
us rode a Spanish officer, calling fiercely on his men to come back.
At the sound of the doctor's triumphant note he turned, and I saw his
face black with anger.
"Ah, Englishman!" he cried savagely; and even as he spoke his left arm
rose, there was a flash, a report, and the doctor fell forward on his
horse's neck.
"See to him, Crawford!" cried the colonel huskily; and as I clutched
the animal's bridle, the troopers swept on in hurricane fury, while
from all parts of the battlefield there rose a cry of triumph.