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"So we did," chuckled Plaza; "and we can say it without a word of boasting. I don't care about praising my own men." But the rest was drowned in good-humoured laughter, as every one knew that the finest troop in South America--and the world, too, for that matter--was Plaza's.
However, it appeared that we really had done a smart thing: for the next morning Bolivar held a grand parade, and in presence of the whole army ordered that henceforth the regiment of which we formed part should be known as the "Hussars of Junin;" and General Miller publicly said that we deserved the honour.
After the parade we marched into the town of Reyes, which had been sacked by the Royalists. Bolivar occupied the only hut that had a roof, the rest consisting of nothing but bare walls. The inhabitants had fled into the surrounding country, but now they returned, and did all they could to a.s.sist us, lighting fires, cooking our scanty rations, and erecting sheds to shelter us from the cold.
"I suppose it's all right," said Alzura; "but I can't help thinking Bolivar has made a big blunder. While we hang about here, Canterac is pulling himself together, and we shall have all the work to do over again. If I were the general--"
"I should join the other side immediately," laughed Plaza.
"Please don't interrupt," said Cordova. "It amuses me to hear these youngsters talk. I'll wager Alzura would have finished the war two years ago, only the end might not have been as we antic.i.p.ate." At which there was a general laugh.
"What I don't like about Bolivar is his play-acting," I said. "Have you seen his hut? Have a look at it in the morning. The doorway is hung with silver ornaments in place of laurel wreaths, which the Indians were unable to get."
"But he can't help the Indians idolizing him!"
"Nonsense! Did you ever hear of such rubbish with San Martin? And the Indians worshipped him!"
"Ah!" exclaimed Plaza, "you're a San Martin man, and jealous of the new sun!"
"A new comet," said I, a bit testily perhaps, because Plaza had happened on an explanation very near the truth.
"At any rate," observed Cordova, "it's better to be here at our ease than tramping fruitlessly about the mountains. I'm fairly tired of that fun. I want a day or two at Lima."
None of us guessed how much weary marching lay before us ere we returned to the capital. However, for the time we were in comparatively good quarters, and though grumbling occasionally because Bolivar had not followed up the victory at Junin, were quite prepared to make the best of things.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A DISASTROUS RETREAT.
When General Canterac retreated from Junin, he fled from his own shadow. Instead of pursuing him closely, we advanced in a leisurely way to Guamanga, and stayed there a month doing nothing. Then we marched to Challuanca, where Bolivar, being needed at the capital, left us under the command of General Sucre, who had shown himself a very skilful soldier. It seems we were not strong enough to proceed, and as the rainy season was at hand, no one thought the Royalists would return to the attack.
The Patriot army was spread across the country for many miles, our post being on a high tableland four leagues from Challuanca. The weather was abominable. Frequent storms swept through the district, the rain fell in torrents, the thunder pealed in reverberating claps among the mountains, and many animals and some men were killed by the lightning.
It was bitterly cold, too, and our only shelter was a cl.u.s.ter of miserable Indian huts, where we pa.s.sed all our time when not on duty.
Often I returned to my cheerless quarters cold, shivering, and drenched, yet with no change of clothing.
To add to our misfortunes, it was rumoured that the various Royalist armies, having united, were marching to attack us; so for days together we were kept on the alert, riding for hours over the desolate country and returning thoroughly exhausted.
One evening early in November I got back after a twenty miles' ride with a small patrol, and found the camp in a state of confusion.
"What is it, Alzura? what's all the fuss about?" I asked, wearily getting off my mule--for we rode horses only when absolutely necessary.
"Oh, my dear Juan, you will be delighted," he replied, his face br.i.m.m.i.n.g with fun. "We are just going back to Challuanca. The viceroy is somewhere in our rear with all his army, and we have to run for it."
"My animal is dead-beat," said I gloomily.
"You must walk, and lead both animals. Never mind, dear boy; the excitement will keep you going," he answered, laughing.
"Hullo! is it you, Crawford? In luck's way again! And I've been worrying about your being left behind," said Plaza, coming up.
I did not exactly see where the luck came in; but the sound of the bugle cut short my reply, and I took my place in the column. That march was the longest twelve miles I remember. Sometimes riding, sometimes walking, aching in every limb, and more than half asleep, I plodded along the rocky path, dreamily wondering at every step whether I could take another. As soon as we arrived at Challuanca I just lay down on the bare ground, and was fast asleep in a second.
It was daylight when the sounds of bugles awakened me, and I rose sleepily. The army had disappeared, with the exception of our squadron, which I afterwards found formed part of the rearguard.
"Come on, sleepy-head," sang out Alzura, "or you'll get no breakfast.
I've seen to your animals. A wonder they didn't kick you to death in the night!"
"The poor beasts were too tired to have a kick left in them. Where's General Sucre?"
"Going on to a place called Lambrama. Do you know Miller is a prisoner?"
"A prisoner? I don't believe it."
"It's true, nevertheless. His scouting party has returned without him.
From what I can hear, we're in a tight fix."
According to rumour, Alzura was right; but after a long and wearisome march we reached Lambrama, where General Sucre halted. During the afternoon, while we rested in the valley, a great shout from the troops on our right brought us to our feet, and we saw a soldier on a beautiful white horse descending a pa.s.s into the valley.
"That's General Miller's horse!" I cried excitedly.
"And the general's on its back!" said Plaza. "Viva! viva Miller!" And the cry was taken and repeated by thousands of l.u.s.ty throats.
I had witnessed San Martin's brilliant reception, and had seen Bolivar feted by his admirers; but this outburst was the most remarkable of all. One would have thought the general was a personal friend of every man in the army.
Each battalion, as he pa.s.sed it, broke into renewed cheering, the men flung their caps into the air, and the whole scene was one of amazing enthusiasm. The general rode along slowly, and his smiling face showed how greatly he was touched by his reception.
"The man's a marvel!" exclaimed Plaza admiringly. "Look at him! One would think he had just come from a pleasure-trip instead of being hunted through the mountains. I warrant the viceroy would count his capture cheap at half a million dollars."
"Say a million, and it would still be cheap," said Alzura; and most of us agreed with him.
General Miller apparently brought important information, as, shortly after his arrival, orders were issued for a fresh start. I need not dwell long upon our sufferings during that disastrous retreat. The Royalists had outmarched us, and, hoping to stop our advance, closed many of the defiles and destroyed the bridges by which we should have crossed the numerous rivers.
Several times we caught a glimpse of the enemy, and one night the hostile armies bivouacked within two miles of each other, but separated by a deep and rugged valley. The terrible march was so weakening us that many officers hoped the enemy would attack at once. But this the viceroy, who was a clever old soldier, would not do. His plan was to wear us down by degrees and only fight at an advantage.
For several days we remained watching each other, but on November 25th the Royalists disappeared, and Sucre immediately made preparations to cross the valley. A swollen river lay in our path; the bridge was destroyed, and there was no material with which to build another.
The crossing was simply terrible. The weather was intensely cold, and even at the ford the infantry were breast high in icy water. It was death to remain behind, however, and though many men, numbed and exhausted, were swept down the stream, only two lives were lost.
On the last night in November we reached a valley whose sides were clothed with enormous trees, and the order to encamp was gratefully received.
"Thank goodness!" said Alzura. "We shall have a comfortable night at last. The trees will shelter us from the cold winds, and we shall be as cozy as in bed."
"Humph!" said Gamarra testily; "much you know about it. In half an hour you'll wish we had camped on the top of a mountain."
"Why?" I asked curiously, for the valley seemed to me a very suitable camping-ground.
"Wait!" growled the crusty old major; "you'll soon know."