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Updated: May 7, 2025
When we at last gained the square we found a furious fight going on in front of the Cuartel between one body of men who were defending the building and another that was attacking it, but which of these were friends or foes we did not know until Tupac, heedless of the flying bullets, ran out shouting in Quichua that Vilcaroya had come.
There might be less acceptable reading than a résumé of its contents. El Cuartel Real does not impose by its magnitude. It is about one-eighth the size of a London daily journal; but if it is not great by quantity it is by quality. Over the three columns of the opening page figure the three watchwords of the Royal cause, "God, Country, King."
"That is all that they are good for," cried a woman, rolling up her sleeves and stretching out her arms. "They can disturb the people but they persecute none but honorable men. They do nothing with the tulisanes and the gamblers. Look at them! Let us burn the cuartel." Somebody had been wounded in the arm and was asking for confession. A plaintive voice was heard coming from under an upset bench.
On the principal street running along the beach the Broadway of Coralio were the larger stores, the government bodega and post-office, the cuartel, the rum-shops and the market place. On his way Goodwin passed the house of Bernard Brannigan. It was a modern wooden building, two stories in height. The ground floor was occupied by Brannigan's store, the upper one contained the living apartments.
Jarrow stood and watched him disappear into the Cuartel. "I ain't never had no luck with him," he remarked. "I hope he breaks his fool neck, that's what I hope. He'll mess things up for me yit."
The sun was just setting as our column commenced its advance inward. After winding for a short distance through the defiles of the sand-hills, we halted for the night, our left wing resting upon the beach. The soldiers bivouacked without tents sleeping upon their arms, with the soft sand for their couch and the cartridge-box for their pillow. Cuartel is the quarter of the city.
What followed bears strong testimony to the remarkable gunnery of our "jackies." Morro Castle and the buildings on the high ground in its rear were simply riddled. Great holes were in places blown out by our large shells and the walls were pitted by the hail of the smaller ones. There was one entire building which was blown to pieces, and a whole section of the Cuartel was laid in ruins.
At eight o'clock they will take the cuartel by surprise, sack the convent, seize the Government's steamboat and assassinate all the Spaniards." The alferez was stupified. "The woman has not told more than that," added the curate. "Has not told you more? Then I'll arrest her!" "No; I cannot consent to it. The tribunal of penitence is the throne of God of forgiveness."
Well, Bruno, the son of the man who was whipped to death, made a declaration last night. As you know, Captain Tiago is going to marry his daughter to a Spaniard. Don Crisostomo, offended, wanted to take revenge and tried to kill all the Spaniards, even the curate. Last night they attacked the convent and the cuartel. Happily, by mercy of God, the curate was in Captain Tiago's house.
Shouts and cheers from the Cuartel soon told us that our friends had got possession of it, and after the city was won I learned that when the two columns had started, leaving a third drawn up in the square before the Cuartel, those who were for us, remembering what I had said about the gold that I would give for the machine-guns and the ammunition, had broken their ranks and made a rush for the doors to secure the three guns which were in the courtyard, and so the fight had begun, they seeking to hold the Cuartel against the others until help came.
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