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Title: The rifle rangers : or adventures in South Mexico
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883
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Publisher: New York : Robert M. De Witt, Publisher
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ecuredyou good treatment, even were you a Mexican, and we the barbarians wehave been represented. We have como to make war not with peaceful citi-zens, but with a rabble soldiery. Es verdad—you are wet, sefior 7 you are hungry ? I could not deny but that I was both the one and the other. You need refreshment, gentlemen; will jou come to my house ? Permit me, seiior, to introduce to you Major Blossom—Lieutenant Cl&yley—Lieutenant Oakes : Don Cosme Rosales, gentlemen. My friends and the Don bowed graciously. The Major had now recoveredBis complacency. Vamonos caballeros. said the Don, starting towards the house. But your soldiers, capitan ? added he, stopping suddenly. They will remain here, I rejoined. Permit me to send them some dinner V Oh ! certainly, replied I, use your own pleasure, Don Cosme but d«not put your household to any inconvenience. In a few minutes we found our way to the house, which was neither moranor less than the cage-looking structure already described.
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CHAPTER XIII. A MEXICAN DINNER. Pasan a dentro, senores, said Don Cosme, drawing aside the curtaiaof the rancho, and beckoning us to enter. Ha ! exclaimed the Major, struck with the coup dczil of the interior. Be seated, gentlemen—ya viielvo. (I will return in an instant.) So saying, Don Cosme disappeared into a little porch in the back, partiallyscreened from observation by a close network of cane. Very pretty, by Jove ! said Clayley, in a low voice. Pretty, indeed! echoed the Major, with one of his customary assevera-tions. Stylish, one ought rather to say, to do it justice. Stylish ! again chimed in the JNIajor, repeating his formula. Rosewood chairs and tables, continued Clayley; a harp, guitar, piancsofas, ottomans, carpets knee-deep—whew! Not thinking of the furniture, I looked around the room strangely bewildered. ~ Ha! ha! what perplexes you. Captain ? asked Clayley. « Nothing. Ah ! the girls you spoke of—the nymphs of the pond j but where thedeuce are they V Ay, where

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