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by no mean?^ ngreeable. The gentleman who had accompanied 

 me from Mexico had gone before me to head-quarters, and 

 announced my arrival. He had been made as it were respon- 

 sible for me, for I was a kind of prisoner. 



When I stopped and sent in my name to the General, a 

 young fair-haired captain came from among a group of officers 

 standing about, and addressed me as an old acquaintance from 

 the United States, though I did not remember his face. This 

 was a Captain Enkilig, who had served in the German division 

 in the United States army, and who had once escorted me 

 when I visited General Blenker's camp. This person had, as 

 I was informed afterwards, boasted that ' he knew me inti- 

 mately,' though, as I said before, I did not even remember his 

 face. He behaved on a later occasion in the most contemptible 

 manner, and seemed to be held in very little esteem by his 

 own comrades and by the General himself; for when he offered 

 himself as an interpreter Escohedo declined his services, and 

 sent for a Mexican officer, who spoke English very well. This 

 captain had been put under arrest by Escobedo, as at the cap- 

 ture of Queretaro he with his men plundered private houses, 

 and appropriated private property to himself. 



When on one occasion I requested Escobedo to give me an 

 officer to escort me to my house, he sent for this captain ; but 

 I refused him with great indignation, and the captain retired in 

 confusion. Escobedo had sent for this man on purpose to 

 shame him. 



General Escobedo received me at once in a very small and 

 most miserable tent, propped up with sticks, furnished merely 

 with a table made of raw boards, and some wooden chests as a 

 seat. The General wore a uniform similar to that of Pornrio 

 Diaz, only with rather more lace and brass buttons. He 

 received me very kindly, and I told him I had heard that my 

 husband was wounded, and requested his permission to go into 

 the city. The General said he did not believe that my hus- 

 band was wounded, and that he could not give me the required 

 permission. All he could do was to give me a letter to Presi- 

 dent Juarez in San Luis Petosi, who perhaps might grant me 

 what I wished. He said he knew my husband very well, and 

 complimented me very much about him, observing that he was 

 an extremely brave officer, as he had experienced to his great 

 damage. He promised to treat him kindly if he should ever 



