LETTER III. 
THE PJDE TO XALAPA, AND THE ROBBERS WE MET ON THE ROAD. ^ 
During the last two days of our stay at Vera Cruz, it blew a Norther. 
The wind was high, and made it impossible for ships to enter the port. 
We spent the last afternoon at the water-gate of the city, watching the 
waves as they spent their fury on the Mole; and the ships, anchored under 
the lee of the Castle, tugging at their cables like impatient coursers strug- 
gling to get loose. With these find adjuncts of marine scenery, and the 
low brooding clouds of the stormy sky, I have never beheld a scene more 
worthy of the pencil of our countryman, Birch. 
After supper we made our final preparations for departure. Trunks 
were strapped on the diligence, old and warmer clothing put on, and, at 
midnight, nine of us got into the American Coach for our journey to the 
Capital. 
The stories of numerous robberies, and the general insecurity of the 
road, had been dinned into our ears ever since we arrived. Scarcely a 
diligence came in that did not bring accounts of the levying of contribu- 
tions. Before we left the United States, many friends who had visited this 
country, warned me of my danger, and, advising me to prepare myself with 
a couple of Colt's revolvers, hoped that I might reach the Capital in safety. 
Now, for my own part, though not disposed to be rash on any occasion, 
I always received these tales " cum grano.'' But I nevertheless took the 
precaution to load my double-barrelled gun with large buckshot. S. 
prepared his double-barrelled rifle and a Colt's pistol with four discharges. 
J. took his Manton and horse-pistols. Another person had a pair of 
pocket-irons, and ground an old fashioned dress sword to a very sharp point. 
John, the servant, loaded a pistol and blunderbuss for the box ; and thus, 
harnessed and equipped, we sallied at midnight from the court-yard, as 
resolved as any men who ever went on feudal foray, to kill the first ill- 
looking miscreant who poked a hostile nose in our coach windows. By way, 
however, of making ourselves perfectly secure, and of passing the night 
with additional comfort, I took care, as soon as we were seated, to point 
my own weapon out of the window, and to see that my companions had 
their arms in such positions that if they did "go off," there would be no 
harm done, at least to the passengers. 
It was very dark when we issued from the gates of the cit}', where our 
passports were demanded. Accustomed, of late years, to the unmolested 
travelling of our Union, I had put mine at the bottom of the trunk, and 
