THE INSURGENCE
of CHAN
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CHAPTER THREE |
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At Yokdzonot,
"The
General ordered all advance and searching parties to consist of no less than
sixty men and, with that, the cruel massacres which had so often occurred under
Garcia - causing, besides the sacrifice of worthy men and officers, the falling
of arms and equipment into the hands of the Cruzob -
ceased to occur. But as we reached sixty kilometers distance from Peto... ai chingado!"
The Sergeant leaped to his feet and spat.
"What
was that about Peto?" José asked.
"Another
fly sent up from hell!"
"Don't
be so picky," advised Major Santurce. "In
Morelos, I once ate a whole plate of maguey worms roasted in oil... it was like
eating a plate of fried potatoes. The people there esteem them for their
phosphorous; they claim it aids in the digestion. And if it makes them glow in
the dark... all the better to shoot them!"
"General
Bravo had fallen into Garcia's error, and the place we finally ran out of luck was
that little flytrap the indians
call Dzonotchel, a lying name if ever there was
one."
"At
any rate, Bravo resolved to leave the full fifty at Cumil,
and he had to pull a few men from this place, recall others from that. From Dzonotchel, he transferred five men, leaving the garrison
with only fifteen, as if inviting the sublevados to
attack. On the morning that it happened, six of them were off in the monte, somewhere, and in the afternoon, when the remaining
nine were sleeping off their lunch, the insurgents fell upon them. Eight were
hacked to pieces, those who returned found only chopped meat, someone's head
over there, someone else's hand besides. Only the commander was left alive and
he was made example of; his hands cut off, eyes out, and of course they
unmanned him too.
"Well,
that was the end of the march. Bravo wanted to go forward but the other
officers, even his own, refused. Dzonotchel is only
twenty kilometers from Peto, less than half the
distance to here. There is too much of the monte for
our numbers, Major, we are becalmed here and, since you left, things only have
worsened. We still await our orders."
The
young lieutenants, noses quivering like rabbits now, cast furtive glances into
the impenetrable vegetation that ringed the encampment. "Now that the
politicians have decided to get into the fray, God knows what will become of
us," stated Major Santurce, waving one hand
dismissively at civilization somewhere behind the monte.
"On
the twelfth of the month, Governor Canton telegraphed his request to President
Diaz that Bravo be relieved and command of the campaign turned over to the
state. It is the curse of the Republic," he swore, "the politicians
all see themselves as military commanders while the Generals dabble in
politics."
"Well,
what was don Porfirio's reply?" asked Lt.
Castro.
The
major shrugged. "He has taken the matter under consideration and we are to
wait here for his decision. The bad humor of the General is not without
reason."
"Governor
Canton desires to preserve the state in its entirety," José spoke up,
"or, if separation is inevitable, he'd want his loyalists in control. That
would be simpler were the sublevados put down under
the authority of
"That
seems a political argument," Santurce reasoned,
"and so it may well be true. The politicians argue from their offices,
going home to their wives and their estates, whether in
"So
much for war in the Napoleonic tradition," agreed Lieutenant Castro who,
like José, was of an old and wealthy family and had enlisted in the cause of
adventure. "Too bad these rebels aren't inclined to stand and fight."
"Agreed,"
said José, tying his hammock well above the reach of things that crawl to take
his afternoon siesta, "but what would you expect from indians? They'd be slaughtered," he assured
himself and, lying down, placed his hat over his brow.
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