THE INSURGENCE
of CHAN
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CHAPTER TWO! |
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We have
learned, already, that don Antonio Macias's influence in
The
perverse Imp, distracted by long hours of study and strenuous physical
exertion, failed to escape its bottle.
Again,
the influence of Don Antonio, unwillingly as it was given, secured for José his
assignment to the Yucatan campaign... but this was an accomplishment of no
great difficulty, for the reputation of the land and of the sublevados
was already an unpleasant one. Most graduates vied for commissions in the
Capital or pleasant encampments in the mountains;
"My
father, who is wondrously intelligent in all things, says that the Army is no
better than a sugar camp unless one is a General. Do you expect to be made a
General soon, mi Calaver?" The unfortunate
reference to José's skull mask disturbed the young Teniente
greatly even if Elena used it in all innocence for, although Anibal's discovery was known, ostensibly, only to Don
Antonio and Rigoberto, and had been discreetly buried in the garden, José could
not escape the campaign of whisperings and glances that seemed to have spread
from the household servants to Idznacab like tropic
weeds.
"The
way to the General's rank may be long," José replied, deciding not to show
offense, "except in war, where battlefield promotion is the just and
natural reward for valorous conduct. No sane man desires war; however, a timely
show of force against the sublevados, who must and
will be put down, cannot fail but influence the Ministry."
"Then
my prayers shall include a splendid little war for you, Lieutenant Skull,"
Elena said and, having completely circled the Plaza, José, beholding her
relatives' advance, secured no more from the visit than promises to write.
Still, his spirits were high the night before departure, upon which Don Antonio
had arranged a small function with several friends and influential men of
The
Consul nodded warily, he had already written of the Cruzob
as "a semibarbarous race" in a widely
circulated magazine article some years earlier. He appreciated flattery as much
as any man but had no desire to give the appearance of criticism of John Bull.
Inclement words had a way of rebounding among the circle of diplomats and,
since the Boxer situation had been piled atop the
"Of
course General Bravo's efforts would benefit from a secure border, but not all
these fellows go to
"If
you, José, were to tarry longer at Idznacab,"
the hacendado began, "you would observe how
dispirited poor Armando is. The cause is one of those Indians, a most
unremarkable fellow like most of the race. In fact, you may even have seen him
with your own eyes in that my unlucky mayordomo
brought a score of those fellows to
Don
Antonio tapped the rim of his glass as he addressed his visitors. "This mayordomo is a fellow called Armando Feliz,
although clearly not so happy now as he was last week. I presume the man is
neither better nor worse than most in the state, generous with the lash but not
capricious and keeper of a most convoluted set of books. It wouldn't surprise
me if he was picking my own pocket but, if so, what is lost isn't of notice and
no more than any other would do. Of course, like all of his class, he fancies
himself a businessman, and this pretension is what has gotten him into the
trouble he is in today.
"Some
weeks, the keeper of the tienda
"So
may things have continued in perpetuity had not the mayordomo
entangled himself in his own web. An indian
approached him with an offer to buy the rifle, on credit of course, but he had
also offered ten pesos he had obtained God knows where. This fellow had told Feliz he intended to pay the difference each month with the
proceeds from the game he shot - a plausible story if the estanción
were nearer Merida where a butcher will offer a peso for a turkey or a few
rabbits and up to eight for a fat deer. But in the bush..." and don Antonio showed a lazy smile, "... there are no
customers but other indians, quite as penniless as
our presumed hunter. And my good mayordomo, thinking
to fleece a poor, ambitious fool, convinced the Indian to make his mark upon a
contract obligating him to three pesos each month for five years."
Don
Antonio's guests sipped again his sherry, murmuring assent. "A perfect
arrangement, no?" the hacendado questioned.
"The man would pay, over five years' time, twice the stated and three
times the real value of the firearm except, of course, that there would come a
day... sooner rather than later... when he failed to meet his obligation,
whether for lack of success in the monte or an
inability to find buyers for his meat. And then our mayordomo
would have both the rifle and whatever monies he had collected." Andre Barzon and the Consul nodded approvingly.
"Well,
there was another outcome poor Armando hadn't figured on. The fellow paid his
bill for March, made some excuse or other in April and, just before the rains
arrived in May, he decamped to the monte, gun and
all, leaving his hut as empty as if plague had passed through it. We were
fortunate, I suppose, in that the indian
was in too much of a hurry to settle old grudges... which these people all
hold... before his flight. But, including the cost of the rifle, there were one
hundred forty pesos outstanding in the book of the unhappy Señor
Feliz; little likelihood he will ever see a penny of
it, or the indian, returned. You don't come looking
for work at another estanción with a Mauser over your shoulder. No, he has gone to Santa Cruz
and José shall have to deal with him... we here can only trust the Consul's
supposition that this indian will not have either
time nor the capacity to learn to fire with any accuracy."
"That's
an interesting tale, all right," Barzon said.
"I suppose the Mayordomo will be held
accountable."
"That
is the law," don Antonio sighed. "I
certainly won't absorb the loss. But this all means that he will try to get it
back through a new round of schemes and charges, which my indians will pay for. If their anger grows, some of
them will take off to
"General
Bravo distinguished himself against the French," volunteered the Governor,
"and his right hand Blanquet, a black man but
capable, a Colonel, was among the party that stood Maximilian against the wall.
"Well
and good," replied the hacendado, "but Chan
"Pacification?"
chuckled Barzon. "Come, old friend, it's the
extermination of the Cruzob that our General's come
for. Have you ever seen his hands... I tell you, those
are the hands of a killer. I'll wager he wrings the necks of chickens for his
own supper. You remember Bravo," he addressed
"He
may have been out of his element,"
"Was
it not, therefore, surprising that his campaign had stalled in the monte only a few kilometers from its point of
departure?" Barzon swallowed the rest of his
sherry with a wolfish wink towards the Consul.
"Do
you believe Licenciado Salazar?" inquired don Antonio of the American, changing the subject.
"When he was in
The
Yankee lit a cigar. "That might be true," he said, with a nod.
"And, besides gum, there is wood in the East, good hard mahogany, ceiba. Why should it all go to the
British and the Costazuelans? But... President Diaz
suggests the war may require a partition of
Governor
Canton merely coughed and, as Andre Barzon was
replenishing his sherry, it fell to one Rafael Gomez, another henequero, to speak up in opposition to the plan to sever
the eastern portion of
"Sir,"
he addressed the Consul, "you must know of the poor regard some of us hold
for the capital, owing to the separation issue. The wealth of the Republic is
apportioned to its capital, true, but thereafter to the states. Some feel the
Federal government has usurped its authority in proposing the tearing away of
half our state to create this territory. It may even be that some of the support
General Bravo requires would not be granted for reasons of the separation
issue. It would be a pity."
"Indeed,
a pity." The Consul's cold, grey eyes rested on the face of young Gomez.
"I do know this General, you see, he's not a politician. It is not my
place to question the work that you... even you, my host, Governor... anything
you do here. I am my nation's representative, the emissary of, and answerable
to, the Ambassador in
"A
great man," interrupted Barzon, "Almighty
God preserve his health. You Americans showed extraordinary wisdom in rejecting
Bryan, that Protestant lunatic. Right, Governor?"
"The
Consul answers to his government,"
"If
those are my orders," José responded, without flinching at the disgruntled
frowns of Rigoberto and don Andre.
"Obedience
is as much a virtue in the military as in diplomatic service," the
American agreed. "Our superiors decide, though, if they are wise, they
will heed advice that is generously and unselfishly given." He smiled now
at
"It
won't,"
"Certainly,"
don Antonio said, "though I have also heard...
from sailors, to be sure... that much of the Army consists of bandits
conscripted and given uniforms."
"Well
taken!" Andre Barzon imposed. "That old
controversy shall never be settled! But you do see how don Porfirio
has staged this matter? By sending out two forces, one by land across the
north, the other by the sea to the south, he not only places the insurgents in
a vise, he sets up a race to quell the sublevados and
take Santa Cruz. And I should not wish to arrive behind Monastario...
nor be in the losing party, right José?"
"I
will do my duty," the Lieutenant vowed.
Don
Antonio nodded, recognizing the plan and the genius of the President who had
conceived it. "In any case," he ventured, "competition will be
good for the Republic."
"I'll
drink to that," Barzon said, raising his glass.
"To the Republic!"
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