CHAPTER XVIII.

THE ENEMY APPEAR UNDER GENERAL BROWN—WE FIGHT —LABORS

AND FATIGUE BY NIGHT—DESERTION—PREPARATIONS TO RENEW THE

BATTLE—ANOTHER FIGHT—VESSELS BURNED —LANDING IN SMALL

BOATS—LAND TRAVEL—TREATMENT BY THE INHABITANTS—TRAVERSE

THE PROVINCE OF CORRIENTES —REACH SAN FRANCISCO—NOTICE

OF THE BATTLE OF ARROYO GRANDE, DEC. 6, 1842—SENT BY

GEN. AGUYAR TO VESSILLES WITH THE VESSELS—STRANGE

PRESENTIMENT—CATCHING HORSE —BAD NEWS.

This arrangement cost much labor, in consequence of the current, which,

although small, in that open place, required the use of all the chains

and cables to anchor the vessels, especially the Constitucion, the

heaviest of all. These labors were not terminated when the enemy made

their appearance with seven vessels, a superior force, and in a

situation where they could receive reinforcements and supplies of every

kind. The Republican flotilla, on the contrary, was far from Corrientes,

the only part of the country from which they could obtain assistance,

and where it was almost certain no aid would be received, as the result

proved to be too true. It was thought necessary, however, to fight, at

least for the honor of arms; and an engagement ensued.

The enemy, under the command of General Brown, who enjoyed the highest

reputation as a maritime officer in South America, and justly, too,

proceeded in all the confidence of their power. They had a favorable

wind though a light one, keeping along the left bank, the right being

impracticable. As I had command of the left bank, on which rested the

left flank of his line, I landed part of my soldiers and sailors, to

dispute the enemy's advance, inch by inch. The Republicans fought

bravely, and greatly retarded the enemy's advance; but the superior

force of the latter prevailed, and the former were driven under the

protection of their vessels. Major Pedro Rodriguez, who commanded our

force on land, fought that day with all imaginable skill and valor. He

placed the outposts towards evening; and thus they remained through the

whole night, both parties preparing for battle on the following day.

The sun had not risen on the 16th of June, when the enemy began a

cannonade, with all the force which they had been laboring to bring to

the front in the night. The battle was then commenced; and it continued

without interruption till nightfall, being sustained on both sides with

great resolution. The first victim on board the Constitucion was again

an Italian officer, of great bravery and of the highest promise,

Guiseppe Barzone; and I regretted that I could not take charge of his

remains, in consequence of the fury of the contest. Much damage was done

on both sides. The Republican vessels were riddled and shattered. The

corvette, in consequence of not having her shot-holes accurately

stopped, leaked so much that she could not be kept afloat without great

difficulty, the pumps being at work without cessation. The commandant of

the Terceira had been killed in a most daring enterprise by land against

the enemy's vessels. In him I lost my best and bravest companion. The

killed were numerous, and still more the wounded. The remaining time I

was constantly occupied on account of the sinking condition of the

vessels. However, there were still powder and shot on board, and we must

fight—not for victory, not to save ourselves, but for honor. Some men

laugh at the honors of a soldier; but Italians have given strong proof

of the existence and power of such a principle in their breasts,

particularly in other places and at a later period than that to which we

are now attending, especially when Rome was surrounded by the armies of

four nations, in 1849, and long defended herself. Those who scoff at the

idea of honor in an honest soldier who fights for his friends and

country, can too often show base respect for men who abuse and

assassinate their fellow-beings, or who claim to be the supporters of

their political or religious opinions, though they may be monsters in

cruelty or infamous in vice, especially if surrounded with the power of

the great or the splendor of courts.

We fought for honor, although six hundred miles distant from Montevideo,

with enemies from all quarters, after a series of battles, privations

and misfortunes, and almost sure of losing everything. In the meantime

Vidal, the minister of war of the Republic, squandered doubloons to

support his splendid banquets, in the first capitals of Europe. Such is

the honor of the world! It is thus that the lives of generous Italians

are despised and sacrificed, and they are buried in a land of exile, in

the continent of their countryman, Columbus, or in other regions of the

earth. Such was Castelli, who was beheaded at Buenos Ayres; Borso di

Carminati, shot in Spain;—and this, although they were superior men, and

had rendered great services to ungrateful foreigners.

Their sympathy those foreigners have shown for thee, O Italy! when thy

aged and venerable head was raised for a moment in Rome, from the

lethargy of opprobrium in which thy oppressors had conspired to hold

thee, thou Mother, Instructress and Mistress of Nations! When thou once

more shalt rouse thyself, they will tremble at the defeat of their

united powers, combined in the league of Hell, to oppress and degrade

thee. Be great, then, once more, O Italy! and then the powerful voice of

the Almighty will be heard by all thy sons; and the hungry and cowardly

vultures which destroy thee, will be stunned by its thundering sound.

On the night of the 16th all my men were occupied in preparing

cartridges, which were almost entirely exhausted, and in cutting up

chains to supply the want of balls, and in the incessant pumping of the

leaky vessels. Manuel Rodriguez, the same Catalonian officer who had

been saved with me from shipwreck on the coast of Santa Caterina, was

occupied, with a few of the best, in fitting up several merchant vessels

as fireships, with the greatest possible quantity of combustibles, and

directing them towards the enemy. That expedient incommoded them during

the night, but did not produce the effect desired; the chief defect of

the Republicans being the extreme scarcity of men. Between the various

mishaps of that dreadful night, that which most afflicted me was the

defection of the little squadron of Corrientes. Villegas, the

commandant, like many others whom I have seen bold in a calm, became so

much terrified by approaching danger, that it was impossible to make him

useful in any way to the allied vessels, although they were manned with

good sailors, and fitted for any kind of service on the river, by their

swiftness. Seeing Villegas not quite self-possessed, I ordered him to

take his place behind the line of battle, where I had placed the

hospital—a small vessel destined to that use. Towards evening he sent me

word that he had changed his position to a short distance, for what

motive I could not imagine. Needing his coöperation in the work of the

fireships, I sent for Villegas in the night, and received the alarming

news that he was nowhere to be found. Not being willing to think him

capable of so much treachery, I went myself in a light palischermo, to

satisfy myself of the truth. Not finding him, I proceeded several miles

towards Corrientes, but in vain; and I returned, in bitterness of soul.

My fears were unhappily too well founded, for most of the little vessels

were destroyed in the service before the engagement began. I had counted

on the Correntine vessels to receive the wounded and to contain the

provisions necessary for all, as we were still far distant from the

inhabited frontier of Corrientes. My last hope was now lost, by a

cowardly retreat, which is the greatest of crimes when committed in the

moment of danger.

I returned on board my vessel a short time before daybreak. A fight was

inevitable, but I saw nothing around me but men lying down overcome with

fatigue, and heard no sound except the lamentations of the unfortunate

wounded, who had not yet been transported to the hospital. Being now

unable to wait any longer, I gave the signal and ordered the men to

their stations. I gave the orders and spoke a few words of comfort and

encouragement, which were not in vain, as I found my companions,

although spent with fatigue, with spirit remaining which could yet be

excited. They replied with a general cry for battle, and every man was

immediately at his post. The engagement was recommenced when it was

hardly light; but, if the advantage appeared to be on our side in the

previous affair, we now decidedly had the worst. The new cartridges had

been made of bad powder; we had used all the balls of proper size for

the calibre of the guns, and those we now had were smaller, and,

therefore, in going out, did much injury to the pieces, which had before

done such service against the enemy. The latter observed the weakness of

our fire, and being then informed of our condition by some deserters,

showed great joy, while their vessels, which were unable the day

preceding to form a line, now effected it in security. Thus the

condition and prospects of the Republicans were growing worse and worse,

while those of their enemies every moment improved. At length a retreat

became necessary, not with the vessels, for it was impossible to move

them from their positions, in consequence of their broken condition, the

want of water, and the miserable state of the crews. Nothing could be

hoped for but the saving of their lives. I therefore gave orders for

landing, in a few small boats which remained, the wounded, the arms, the

little ammunition left, and all the provisions which they were able to

take. In the meantime the fight continued; although on our part but very

feebly, but with redoubled vigor by the victorious enemy.

The matches were then prepared, and the firemen stood ready to burn the

vessels. All was ready; and, with the few men remaining with me, I got

into the boats. The enemy, on discovering our preparations for

debarking, naturally inferred our design of retreating, and put all

their infantry on the march, to attack us. I was not disposed to meet

them, with such inequality of numbers and arms, and in the condition of

the enemy's infantry. Besides, an open river was to be crossed. But the

burning of the vessels, by the Santa Barbara operation, blowing-up, was

performed in a terrible manner, and gave the enemy clear notice of our

movements.

The scene presented by the burning flotilla was very striking. The river

lay as clear as crystal; and the burning cinders fell on both its banks,

while a terrible noise of explosions was continually heard.

Towards evening, in our little boats, we approached the River Espinillo,

and encamped on its right bank. During the voyage to Esquina, the first

town in Corrientes, we spent three days, proceeding very painfully among

islands and ponds, and reduced to one ration a day, consisting of a

single biscuit, without anything else to eat. On reaching Esquina, our

condition was considerably improved; the wounded were placed under

shelter; and the men had meat in abundance. The inhabitants, who were

good Republicans, showed us the greatest hospitality.

We spent some months in the Province of Corrientes, without the

occurrence of anything important. At length the Governor formed a plan

to arm a flotilla of small vessels; but succeeded in nothing but losing

time. I then received orders from Montevideo to march to the scene of

revolution in San Francisco, in Uruguay, and place myself and my forces

at the disposition of General Rivera, who was stationed with an army in

that neighborhood.

I then traversed the entire territory of Corrientes, from Santa Lucia to

the Pass of Higos, on the Uruguay. Going through the Pass, we arrived at

San Francisco, partly by the river and partly by land. At the Falls I

had the pleasure of meeting Anzani, then transformed into a merchant.

Having reached San Francisco, I there found several vessels of war, of

which I took the command. General Rivera had gone into Entre Rios, with

the army, where the army of Corrientes was to meet him, and go to attack

that of Ouribes. On the 6th of December, 1842, occurred, at Arroyo

Grande, the celebrated battle in which the nation fought for their

sacred rights; but the power of a tyrant triumphed. Different

circumstances led to this result, which would require much time to give

in detail: but the chief cause was the discord fomented by the ambition

of a few, which plunged all into disaster, and exposed them to

extermination by an implacable conqueror. Oh, virtuous and generous

people! The same fortune befel Italy at a later day, which was suffered

by the provinces of La Plata, and brought about by the same cause, which

was sent by Heaven in wrath.

At San Francisco, where I found General Aguiar staying on account of his

health, I remained only a short time, when I received orders from him to

collect all the disposable forces, and a few hundred militia, called

Aguerridos, commanded by Colonel Guerra, and march to the Pass of

Vessilles, to coöperate actively with the enemy. I reached that place

with the vessels, and there found the remains of the army's residence,

but not a single person. I sent scouts, to search the surrounding

country; but discovered nothing! That day was the fatal sixth of

December; and every man had been called to the field of battle, which

was decided at the distance of eighteen miles from the spot, on the bank

of the Arroyo Grande. There sometimes seems to be something in the

depths of our minds superior to understanding; at least so it seemed to

me on that occasion. Without pretending to explain it, I thought I felt

its effects; which, although in a confused manner, seemed something like

looking into the future.

On that day I felt a solemn impression on my heart, mingled with

bitterness, like the feelings of warriors left languishing on a field of

battle, and trampled on by the insolent soldier, by the hoof of the

war-horse of the cruel, the implacable conqueror. Very few were saved

from that terrible battle; and the whole band, with me, experienced

feelings difficult to describe, indeed, quite unspeakable. Sadness was

mingled with a prevailing presentiment of disaster. Not being able to

find any living being who could give information of the army, and having

no orders from General Aguiar, I resolved to land all the troops,

leaving only a small number in the boats, and to march in search of the

army. It should be remarked, that I always pursued my favorite system of

the Rio Grande, and never marched without a contingent of cavalry, taken

from my amphibious companions in misfortune, men who had been thrown out

of the cavalry of the army, for some fault or perhaps some crime, but

who fought well, and whom I severely punished when they deserved it.

Although no human beings were to be found in that region, we caught a

number of horses which had been abandoned, and obtained a sufficient

supply for the service. The abundance of horses in those countries

greatly facilitates such an operation. All things were soon ready; and I

was on the point of giving the order for marching, when, well for me, an

order was received from General Aguiar, recalling me to San Francisco.

But for this, I and my troops would doubtless have fallen victims: for

the army was so completely broken up on that day, that it would have

been impossible to find anything but the mere wreck of it, while we must

have met the victorious enemy, from whom escape would have been very

difficult, if not impossible.

The troops, therefore, reëmbarked, without the object being known even

to their commander, and without obtaining any news whatever of the

events of the day. On reaching San Francisco, I received a note from

Colonel Esteves, beginning with the following terrible words:

"_Our army has suffered a reverse!_"

General Aguiar had marched along the left bank of the Uruguay, to

collect the fugitives, and requested me to stay in San Francisco, to

guard the great quantity of materials of every kind remaining there.

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