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THE SPANISH REVOLT OF 1836
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eled to the grade of a convict colony. So the future gobernador stood his ground before the pleading women.
A commotion was heard in the camp, and vivas and voices of joy. "The American riflemen are coming! Los rifleros Americanos ! The crackshots and despisers of bayonet oppression ! ' '
And, sure enough, the old Tennessee hunter, Graham, and his followers were coming into camp. Governmentmakers, those few unerring rifles !
hills, rifles began to spit and muskets bark their spite against the white walls of government. The gobernador's trained troops from inside kept up a steady fire, which kept the besiegers under cover. For government soldiers, they were fighting unusually well, but Chico had seen to that. The officers, with drawn swords, stood at their backs, and then, too, aguardiente had become very plentiful during the night — a doubly prodded courage that made them fight like devils !
THE CALIFORNIANS CAPTURE THE CANNON
Isabella and Olivia were sent back to Monterey, under escort until near the town, in a wagon. And then the swift night march began.
On approaching the outskirts of the capital, Alvarado divided his following, kindled fires in divers places, sounded trumpets from the hills, beat drums on the skirts of. the town — in fact, gave a general impression that he had come at the head of a large force. This brought about the desired effect, and Chico gathered the government troops inside the walls of the Presidio, compact and strong as a fort. Both sides waited for daylight.
"With the rising sun flicking the
As the desultory fighting progressed, a certain bronze cannon in front of the Presidio became the curse of the revolutionists : whichever way they turned, or whenever a building was used for shelter, the inexorable cannon roared and turned them out, generally crawling thru shattered timber.
Alvarado realized that this gun had got to be captured or good-by to free California. It was eating the heart out of his raw followers, and incidentally had killed a round score. So he called for volunteers to capture it.
It's one thing to fight behind cover, and another to cross an open space