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would be very likely to connect " those rascals" with 

 the arrival of Morazan. I will not say that we wished 

 they might all be killed, but we did wish that their bad 

 blood might be let out, and that was almost the same 

 thing. In fact, I did most earnestly hope never to see 

 their faces again. I preferred being taken by any ro- 

 ving band in the country rather than by them, and nev- 

 er felt more relieved than when we heard the sound of 

 a bugle. It was the Morazan blast of victory ; and, 

 though sounding fiercely the well-known notes of " de- 

 gollar, degollar," " cutthroat, cutthroat," it was music 

 to our ears. Very soon we heard the tramp of cavalry, 

 and leaving our hiding-place, returned to the sala, and 

 heard a cry of " Viva la Federacion !" This was a 

 cheering sound. It was now dark. We opened the 

 door an inch or two, but a lancer riding by struck it 

 open with his lance, and asked for water. "We gave 

 him a large calabash, which another took from his 

 hands. We threw open the door, and kept two large 

 calabashes on the sill ; and the soldiers, as they passed, 

 took a hasty draught. Asking a question of each, we 

 learned that it was General Morazan himself, with the 

 survivers of his expedition against Guatimala. Our 

 house was well known ; many of the officers inquired 

 for the family, and an aiddecamp gave notice to the ser- 

 vant-woman that Morazan himself intended stopping 

 there. The soldiers marched into the plaza, stacked 

 their arms, and shouted " Viva Morazan." In the 

 morning the shout was " Viva Carrera !" None cried 

 " Viva la Patria !" 



There was no end to our troubles. In the morning 

 we surrendered to one party, and in the evening were 

 captured out of their hands by another ; probably be- 

 fore daylight Carrera would be upon us. There was 



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