10 MEXICO. 
forgot all about the necessity of having it in my pocket. The drowsy 
guard, however, took my word for the fact that I had one, and j)ermitced 
us to pass on. 
A warm, drizzling rain was pattering down, driven in by the Norther 
which was still raging and dashing the sea in long surges on tiie sandy 
beach along which our road lay for several miles. We could see nothing ; 
ihe way soon became almost impassable through the deep sand, though 
our heavy coach was drawn by eight horses ; and proposing that the cur- 
tains should be let down, at least on my side. I was soon in a profound 
sleep, nor did I awake until near sunrise as we were passing the estate 
of Santa Anna, at Manga de Clavo. His hacienda was in the distance, 
to the right of the road, and appeared to be a long, low edifice, buried 
•among forests, but without those signs of improvement and cultivation 
which make the property of our great landholders so picturesque. He 
owns an immense body of land in this neighborhood, lying for leagues 
along the road, but all seemed as barren and unattractive as the wild- 
ernesses of our far west. 
During the night, an escort of three troopers had joined us at Bocche- 
rone. At daylight I caught sight of them, for the first time, in their long 
yellow cloaks, trotting along behind us on their small but tough and 
trusty horses. They were three as poor looking wretches as I ever saw : 
one of them appeared to be just out of a fit of fever; the other a little the 
worse for an extra cup of aguardiente ; and the third, as though he had 
just recovered from a month's chattering of the ague. 
The road thus far had been tolerably good, although much cut up by 
the recent passage of baggage-wagons and trains of artillery. About 
seven o'clock we halted at the village of Manantial for breakfast. It is 
the usual stopping-place for the diligence, and we were of course immedi- 
ately supplied with chocolate and biscuit. Our servitor was the Padrone's 
wife ; and I could not help remarking her extreme beauty, and the mu- 
sical sweetness of her voice, as she attended at the counter of her hut. 
Her Spanish was almost as liquid as Italian, and as soft as her eyes. 
The houses in this part of Mexico are mostly built of split bamboos, set 
upright in the ground, with a steep roof, thatched with palm-leaves, and 
prepared of course, to admit freely the sun, wind and rain, which, during 
the season, is sufficiently abundant. Upon the whole, they are very 
respectable and picturesque chicken-coops. 
Here our guard quitted us. It seems, notwithstanding the written 
orders and promise I had from the commandant at Vera Cruz for an 
escort, that these fellows had received no directions to accompany us, 
and had only ridden thus far because they thought the new Minister of 
Finance, Senor Trigueros, was in the stage. But I can scarcely think 
they were a loss. While my companions were finishing their lunch, I 
took occasion to examine their arms, not looking, however, at m.ore than 
one carbine, and that I found had lost the catch of its cock, which ot 
course always lay against the covering of the pan, pressing it open. I 
