his native pastures, his younger brother all the while running
at the head of the horses under the saddle, bearing on his bit
and held in by his rider.
The whole eight horses made
their one hundred and twenty miles each, that day, (after
thirty the evening before,) the elder cinnamon making ninety
of his under the saddle that day, besides thirty under the
saddle the evening before ; nor was there the least doubt that
he would have done the whole distance in the same time, if
he had continued under the saddle. After a hospitable de
tention of another half day at San Luis Obispo, the party set
out for Los Angeles, on the same nine horses which they had
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rode from that place, and made the ride back in about the
same time they had made it up, namely, at the rate of one
hundred and twenty-five miles a day. On this ride the grass
on the road was the food for the horses. At Monterey they
had barley; but these horses, meaning those trained and
domesticated, as the canalos were, eat almost anything in the
way of vegetable food, or even drink, that their master uses,
by whom they are petted and caressed, and rarely sold.
Bread, fruits, sugar, coffee, and even wine, like the Persian
horse, they take from the hand of their master, and obey with
like docility his slightest intimation. A tap of the whip on
the saddle springs him into action ; the check of a thread
rein, on a Spanish bit, would stop them ; and stopped short
at speed, they do not jostle the rider or throw him forward.
They leap on any thing man, beast, or weapon, on which
their master directs them. But this description, so far as
conduct and behavior are concerned, of course only applies to
the the trained and domesticated horse. Nat. Intelligencer.
The Man who was not lorn to be killed by a Shell.
During the bombardment of Fort Brown, the besieged
troops were obliged to throw themselves flat upon the ground
every time a shell from the enemy was fired at them. A shell
exploding among men in a standing position, would be more
apt to kill them, than if they were close to the ground. A
knot of officers were standing together for a moment one day,
resting and chatting, when the look-out man gave the word
to dodge a shell. The officers were down in an instant,
Lieut. H. prostrating himself face downward, and looking
over his shoulder. The shell came fizzling down, close by
them. " I wonder if she'll bust," remarked the waggish H. ;
" she's a d 1 of a long while about it, any how." Hardly
were the words uttered, when a tremendous explosion replied
to them, and H.'s head went down like a lump of lead.
Pretty soon the pieces began to fall, with a pattering sound,
around them. " Now we'll catch it," remarked H. inclining
his head a little upward, but still keeping close. " There it
cornes ! " said he, as he saw a large fragment descending
rapidly, directly upon his back. His comrades saw it. and
thought, sure enough, that poor H.'s time had come. 'Twas
useless to dodge, for he might roll himself directly in the way
of it, so he "lay and took it," as he remarked afterwards.
The piece hit him plumb between the shoulders. " Hoo !"
grunted H., and his friends sprang forward to see if he was
dead. "Are you hurt, H. ? " "No," said he cooly, rising
and shaking his coat, " but a fellow might as well be, as to
be scared to death !" It was a clod of dirt that hit him, the
shell having penetrated the ground, in a hard place, throwing
off clods in every direction,
" A fire in the Rear."
Water was scarce during the heat of summer, at Brasos
Island, and liquor not so plentiful, at times, as the necessities
of the sojourners required. It was at one of these thirsty
seasons that a Yankee, by some hook or crook, got hold of
a barrel of tolerably fair cider and with this small stock in
trade he at once " set up" business. To rake and scrape to
gether a parcel of boards and odd bits of canvass, enough to
build a small shanty, was the work of but a short hour ; to
set the barrel on a couple of skids, in the back part of the
tent, to tap it, and to commence retailing it at a dime a glass,
occupied but a short time more.
Customers flocked in by the dozens, the cider went off at
a rapid rate, and the Yankee was making his " etarnal fortin"
at a stride that would have elated John Jacob Astor, in his
early days. Some of his patrons complained that a dime a
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glass for cider, which was not worth more than two dollars a
barrel at the outside, was an outrageous .price ; but the times
were hard, the retailer's conscience easy he had all the ci
der in the market, and could not afford to sell any cheaper.
This state of things went on for an entire day, the Yankee's
quarters being beset by throngs of patrons. On the following
morning, and before the cider was yet half sold, they began
to thin off gradually, and by the middle of the afternoon it
was only now and then that a straggling stranger visited the
shade and cider of the retailer. What was the matter?
What had caused this sudden falling off of custom ? The
reader will soon see.
Towards night a new face appeared in the shanty, and
called for a glass of cider. It was drawn, swallowed, and
the customer took out his purse and enquired the price.
" One dime." said the Yankee.
" One what ? " retorted the customer.
" One dime," cooly replied the Yankee.
" One h 11," snarled the customer ; " why, I can get
just as good cider here for Jive cents a glass."
" N-o y-o-u c-a-n-t," drawled the Yankee. " There aint
a pint of cider, 'cept what I've got in this here barril, this
side of Orleans, I'll be darned if there is."
" I know better," ejaculated the customer, tartly. " I
bought a glass of cider not two hours ago, and only paid five
cents for it."
" I'd like to know where you effected that small transac
tion," queried the Yankee.
'* Right round here," was the answer.
" I guess it was * right round here.' Right round ivhere,
I'd like to know? " continued the cider vender.
" Why, close by here, somewhere just back of your
place," returned the customer.
" I'll bet you tu drinks you didn't," spoke up the Yankee,
" and we'll go right round and see."
" Done," said the customer, and off they started.
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Sure enough, "right round here," they found another ci
der establishment in full blast. A second Yankee had rig
ged a small shade in the rear of the first Yankee's shanty,
had tapped the other end of the latter's barrel of cider,
through a board, and was retailing it at five cents a glass, to
a perfect rush of customers.
Generals Taylor and Ampudia.
The interview between Generals Taylor and Ampudia, in
relation to the capitulation of Monterey, has been described
by a gentleman who was present, as a very rich scene, in
which the two chiefs were in fine contrast. Ampudia was all
courtesy and fine words, big speeches, great volubility, with
an abundance of gesticulation, shrugs, nods, alternate smiles
and frowns, and that whole catalogue of silent language with
which persons of French origin ar^p wont to help the expres
sion of their ideas. Gen. Ampudia is of a French family,
and was bom in the West Indies. Gen. Taylor, on the other
hand, was as dry as a chip, as plain as a pipe-stem, and as
short as pie-crust. Dressed in his best coat, (which, by the
by, looks as if it had served some half a dozen campaigns,)
with his glazed oil cloth cap, strapless pants, and old fash
ioned white vest, he seemed more like an old farmer, lately
elected militia colonel, who had put on his every day suit,
with the slightest possible regard to military toggery, to dis
tinguish him from the crowd of mere civilians. In his reply
to Ampudia's long harrangues, he used such direct, blunt,
and emphatic language, that the valorous Mexican was taken
all aback, and " had nothing to say." Ampudia opened the
interview by saying that his forces were too large to be con
quered by Gen. Taylor's arrny that he had. an abundance
of ammunition, 7000 infantry and 3000 cavalry, with 40
cannon, and the best artillerists in the world that his loss
was very small, and he felt confident that he could defend
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the city against a much stronger force than that under Gen.
Taylor's command ; but that, from motives of humanity to
save the effusion of blood to save the lives of helpless wo
men and children he was willing so far to compromise the
glory of the great Mexican nation, as to surrender the city,
provided he was allowed to retire with the whole of his force,
and carry the public property with him, and all the arms and
munitions of war. When h<3 had finished his magnificent
oration, which, in the style of his celebrated proclamation,
was garnished with numerous allusions to the stupendous
power and unfading glory and renown of magnanimous Mex
ico, old Zack quietly stuck his hands deep into his breeches
pockets, cocked his head a little on one side, and gently rais
ing his grizzly eyebrows, that the bold little black eye lurking
beneath might have full play upon the grandiloquent Mexican,
replied in these few but expressive words ; " Gen. Ampudia,
we came here to take Monterey, and we are going to do it
on such terms as please ,us. I wish you good morning."
And the old general hobbled off on his two short little legs,
leaving the Mexican general and staff in the profoundest
A story is told of an eccentric officer, on the banks
of the Rio Grande, showing that he is inclined, occasionally,
to overlook slight breaches of military etiquette. The officer
had returned from a convivial party, and felt in a pretty good
humor with himself and every body else. Being inclined to
breathe the fresh air, and suffer the effects of good cheer to
evaporate, he selected a patch of green sward in camp for a
promenade, and commenced slowly walking backward and
forward. Now it so happened that a sentinel on duty had
post directly in the officers line of march, and every few min
utes would encounter his superior officer, and, as in duty
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bound, his musket would be presented to salute him, and
when he had passed, brought to the shoulder again. This
continued for a long time, till the sentinel was quite tired of
saluting him, and at last said, " Colonel, if you pass this way
again, sir, I shan't salute you." The officer paused, spread
his legs, surveyed his man from his glazed fatigue cap to the
toes of his brogans, and back to his cap again, and thrusting
his hands deep into his pockets, exclaimed ; " And if you
think I care whether you do or not, you are most infernally
mistaken, my fine fellow that's all I've got to say;" and re
suming his promenade, the officer and private passed each
other with the utmost indifference.
Gen. Taylor and the Volunteers.
Gen. Taylor is singular in everything. I have reason to
believe that he is, notwithstanding his austerity of manner
when busy, as full of humor as an egg is of meat. Taking
this for granted, he must have been greatly amused, the other
day, at the manceuvers of some volunteers, who went to his
" ranche" to take a peep at the old lion. The General's
tent is just like those around it, only, perhaps, a little more
so and when he sits in it, with his farmer's clothes on, and
spectacles on his nose, poring over some order or official
document, he looks more like an honest yeomen trying to
decipher the details of his merchant's account, than the man
he really is. The volunteers, half a dozen in number, loitered
about head quarters awhile, and seeing the old tarpaulin, that
is stretched over a pole in front of the General's tent, they
went under it and seated themselves on the wooden benches.
They saw an honest looking elderly man seated in the lent,
eight or ten feet off, and neither knowing or caring who he
was, they chatted awhile rather loudly, canvassing the merits
and demerits of " Old Zach," some saying that " he was
a d d tough old cock ; " others that, " he was pretty d d
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tight on the Americans, sometimes," &c. Finally they
struck up old Dan Tucker in real Kentucky style, beating
time on the benches, not uproarously, but heartily. The
General paid no attention to what was going on, and the free
hearted fellows had no idea that they were within half a mile
of" old Zach," thinking, probably, that he had " stepped out
somewhere," The General rose, and went to Major Bliss'
office, and spoke to him, and then started off towards town.
"See here," said one of the volunteers, "I'll bet that yon
der is old Zach ! " " Oh h 11, no ! " exclaimed another,
positively, " that old Gen. Taylor ! " and he laughed the
other into silence. But the first speaker thought he would
make sure, so he stepped up to Major Bliss and asked " Is
that the old fellow, yonder?" pointing to the General.
"What old fellow do you mean?" replied the Major.
" Why, the old General that ain't him, is it?" " That is
Gen. Taylor : yes, sir," replied the Major, highly amused
at the scene. " The h 11 it is, ! " exclaimed the fellow,
stalking after old Rough and Ready " come on boys ! that's
him, by Jupiter, I told you so ! " and the company started
off in pursuit. Letter from an Officer.
Lieutenant Colonel Duncan.
Lieut. Col. Duncan, of the battalion of artillery, as at Palo
Alto and Resaca de la Palma, signalized himself for his bra
very at Monterey. Col. Duncan is known not to be very
fastidious in his dres, rather negligent in matters of the toilet,
and this led to a rather ludicrous error at the interview or
parley between Gens. Taylor and Ampudia, at which, many
officers, of both armies, were present; and Lieut. Duncan
by the invitation of Gen. Taylor. He was unshaven wore
a shocking bad hat and seeemed to have much more of the
" I-do-as-I-d -n please" air of the Texan Ranger, than he
had of an officer of high rank among the regulars. As he.
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entered the audience chamber, with his usual air of abandon,
the Mexican officers seemed to have been suddenly and sim
ultaneously operated upon by an electrifying machine. They
would look at Duncan and whisper to one another, and then
look and whisper again. At length Don Jose Maria Negriti,
a busy little Mark Meddle of a fellow, one of Ampudia's aids,
who spoke English passing well, stepped up to one of Gen.
Taylor's staff, and pointing to Lieut. Col. Duncan, begged
to be informed " If that was not Capt. Walker? " " No."
" Nor Hays ? " " No." " Nor McCulloch? " No."
" Then is he not at least a Texan? " "No," The little
Aid, having got this particular and general information that
the gallant Duncan was not a Texan "no how," he breathed
freer, and returned to his general and comrade officers, to
whom he communicated this gratifying intelligence.*
Major General Pillow.
Upon his appointment to the Brigadier Generalship, G.
J. Pillow hastened to join the army and assume the command
allotted to him, where he has since gained such imperishable
laurels. His stay in New Orleans is thus happly hit off by
the editor of a southern paper ; He was dressed in a full suit
of " regimentals," with the brass buttons and gilt lace pertain
ing to a " full brigadier," and wore his three cornered cocked
hat after the most approved style of militia musters. He
was accompanied by his aid, two servants, and had along the
requisite number of prancing coursers, either for a charge or
a retreat. The General gratified the citizens of N. O. with his
horsemanship, frequently, during his stay. Every morning,
his servants led out two of his chargers, elegantly caparisoned,
* General Ampudia had heard that the Texans, to a man, had determined
upon cutting his throat the first opportunity they might have ; and this accounts
for his consternation, as Lieut. Col. Duncan was taken for one of the 'b'hoys.'
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and walked them up and down the street, in front of the St.
Charles ; and, upon inquiry as to whose horses they were,
always condescended to answer, " They are Brigadier Gen
eral Pillow's, sir Brigadier General Pillow is gwyne to take
a ride, sir." The morning after his arrival, the Brigadier,
accompanied by his aid, mounted his horse, it is said, with
out any other accident except twice tripping himself up with
his spurs, and gallantly trotted up St. Charles, around into
Magazine street, where he halted before the Picayune office.
The publisher, in hot haste, rushed to the door, where, after
receiving a military salute from the Brigadier, the following
racy and unique dialogue took place ;
" What is the price," says the Brigadier, " of twelve num
bers of the Picayune, per annum ? "
" Twenty dollars," said the publisher.
" That is pretty tall ; however, send six numbers to Mrs.
Brigadier General Pillow, at Columbia, Tennessee ; and six
to Mr. Brigadier General Pillow, wherever he may be on
service, as he expects to be on active duty soon. And, by
the way, you can announce in your paper, to-morrow, that
Brigadier General Pillow has arrived in the city, in good
health, and is, at present, staying at the St. Charles."
Overcome with the announcement, the publisher retreated
to his room. The Brigadier and his aid travelled off in fine
style, and, as they turned the corner of Magazine street, they
met a brother soldier, belonging to the 51st regiment of rag
ged volunteers, singing the new popular military ballad of
" The volunteers to the war have gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find 'em,
With their little caps their heads upon,
And no coat tails behind 'em."