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security for liberty of speech, said that if Morazan's 

 horses had not been so tired, every man of Figoroa's 

 would have been killed. Unhappily, I could not but 

 see that our news would have been more acceptable if 

 we could have reported Morazan completely prostrated, 

 wounded, or even dead. As we advanced I could per- 

 ceive that the sides of the houses were marked by mus- 

 ket-balls, and the fronts on the plaza were fearfully 

 scarified. My house was near the plaza, and three 

 musket-balls, picked out of the woodwork, were saved 

 for my inspection, as a sample of the battle. In an 

 hour after my arrival I had seen nearly all my old 

 friends. Engrossed by my own troubles, I had not 

 imagined the full extent of theirs. I cannot describe 

 the satisfaction with which I found myself once more 

 among them, and for a little while, at least, at rest. I 

 still had anxieties ; I had no letters from home, and Mr. 

 Catherwood had not arrived ; but I had no uneasiness 

 about him, for he was not in the line of danger ; and 

 when I lay down I had the comfortable sensation that 

 there was nothing to drive me forward the next day. 

 The captain took up his abode with me. It was an odd 

 finale to his expedition against Guatimala ; but, after all, 

 it was better than remaining at the port. 



Great changes had taken place in Guatimala since I 

 left, and it may not be amiss here to give a brief ac- 

 count of what had occurred in my absence. The reader 

 will remember the treaty between Carrera and Guz- 

 man, the general of the State of Los Altos, by which 

 the former surrendered to the latter four hundred old 

 muskets. Since that time Guatimala had adopted Car- 

 rera (or had been adopted by him, I hardly know 

 which), and, on the ground that the distrust formerly 

 entertained of him no longer existed, demanded a res- 



