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Flank And In front. At This Juncture I Sent Gabriel To Bring Back The
Arrapahoes To The Scene Of The Conflict, For I Knew That The Mexican
Cavalry Would Never Form Again Until They Had Reached the Borders Of
Senora. Of Course, The Coadjutors Of Martinez Had Disappeared with The
Fugitive Cavalry, Leaving The Old General To Regain The Lost Advantage
And To Bear The Consequences Of Their Own Cowardice And Folly.
Now Left Master Of His Actions, This Talented officer Did Not Yet
Despair Of Success. By An Admirable Manoeuvre He Threw His Infantry Into
Two Divisions, So As To Check Both Bodies Of Cavalry Until He Could Form
Them Into A Solid Square, Which, Charging With Impetuosity Through The
Shoshones, Regained possession Of Their Pieces Of Artillery, After
Which, Retreating Slowly, They Succeeded in reaching, Without Further
Loss, The Ground Which They Had Occupied previous To Their Advance,
Which, From Its More Broken And Uneven Nature, Enabled the Infantry To
Resist A Charge Of Cavalry With Considerable Advantage.
This Manoeuvre Of The Old General, Which Extricated his Troops From
Their Dangerous Position And Recovered his Field-Pieces, Had Also The
Advantage Of Rendering Our Artillery Of No Further Service, As We Could
Not Move Them Down The Hill. As The Battle Was Still To Be Fought, I
Resolved to Attack Them Before They Had Time To Breathe, And While They
Were Yet Panting and Exhausted with Their Recent Exertions.
Till Then The Californians Had Been Merely Spectators Of The Conflict. I
Now Put Myself At Their Head And Charged the Mexicans' Square In front,
While The Shoshones Did The Same On The Left, And The Apaches On
The Right.
Five Or Six Times Were We Repulsed, And We Repeated the Charge, The Old
Commander Everywhere Giving Directions And Encouraging His Men. Roche
And I Were Both Wounded, Fifteen Of The Californians Dead, The Ranks Of
Shoshones Much Thinned by The Unceasing Fire Of The Artillery, And The
Apaches Were Giving Way In confusion. I Was Beginning To Doubt Of
Success, When Gabriel, Having Succeeded in recalling The Arrapahoes From
Their Pursuit Of The Fugitive Cavalry, Re-Formed them, Made A Furious
Charge Upon The Mexicans On The Only Side Of The Square Not Already
Assailed, And Precisely At The Moment When A Last Desperate Effort Of
The Shoshones And My Own Body Of Californians Had Thrown The Ranks
Opposed to Us Into Confusion.
The Brave Old Commander, Perceiving He Could No Longer Keep His Ground,
Retreated slowly, With The Intention Of Gaining The Rugged and Broken
Ground At The Base Of The Mountains Behind Him, Where Our Cavalry Could
No Longer Assail Him.
Perceiving His Intention, And Determining, If Possible, To Prevent His
Retreat, The Arrapahoes Having Now Rejoined us, We Formed into One
Compact Body And Made A Final And Decisive Charge, Which Proved
Irresistible. We Broke Through Their Ranks And Dispersed them. For A
Time My Command And Power Ceased; The Indians Were Following Their Own
Custom Of Killing Without Mercy, And Scalping The Dead. One-Half Of The
Enemy Were Destroyed; But Martinez Succeeded the Remainder In reaching
His Intended position.
But The Mexican Troops Considered it Useless To Contend Any More, And
Shortly Afterwards The Old General Himself Rode Towards Us With A Flag,
To Ascertain The Conditions Under Which We Would Accept His Surrender.
Poor Man! He Was Truly An Estimable Officer. The Indians Opened their
Ranks To Let Him Pass, While All The Californians, Who Felt For His
Mortification, Uncovered themselves As A Mark Of Respect. The Old
General Demanded a Free Passage Back To Senora, And The Big Tears Were
In His Eyes As He Made The Proposal. Speaking Of His Younger Associates,
He Never Used a Word To Their Disparagement, Though The Slight Curl Of
His Lip Showed plainly How Bitter Were His Feelings; He Knew Too That
His Fate Was Sealed, And That He Alone Would Bear The Disgrace Of
The Defeat.
So Much Was He Respected by The Californians, That His Request Was
Immediately Granted, Upon His Assurance That, Under No Circumstance, He
Would Return To California As A Foe. As Martinez Departed, A Shoshone
Chief, Perceiving That His Horse Was Seriously Wounded, Dismounted from
His Own, And Addressed him:--
"Chief Of The Watchinangoes (Mexicans) And Brother, Brave Warrior! A
Shoshone Can Honour As Well As Fight An Enemy: Take This Horse; It Has
Been The Horse Of A Red-Skin Warrior, It Will Be Faithful To The
Pale-Face."
The General Bowed upon His Saddle, And Descended, Saying, In few Words,
That He Now Learned to Esteem The Indian Warriors Who Had Overpowered
Him On That Fated day, Both By Their Gallantry And Generosity. When The
Indian Proceeded to Change The Saddles, Martinez Stopped him:
"Nay, Brother," Said He; "Keep It With The Holsters And Their Contents,
Which Are More Suitable To A Conqueror And A Young Warrior Than To A
Vanquished and Broken-Hearted old Man."
Having Said This, He Spurred his New Horse, And Soon Rejoined his Men.
We Returned to The Encampment, And Two Hours Afterwards We Saw The
Mexicans In full Retreat Towards The Rising Sun.
That Night Was One Of Mourning; Our Success Had Been Complete, But
Dearly Purchased. The Arrapahoes Alone Had Not Suffered. The Apaches Had
Lost Thirty Men, The Shoshones One Hundred and Twelve, Killed and
Wounded, And The Montereyans Several Of Their Most Respected young
Citizens. On The Following Day We Buried our Dead, And When Our Task
Was Over, Certain That We Should Remain Unmolested for A Considerable
Time, We Returned to St. Francisco--The Indians To Receive The Promised
Bounty, And I To Make Arrangements For Our Future Movements.
By The Narrative I Have Given, The Reader May Have Formed an Accurate
Idea Of What Did Take Place In california. I Subsequently Received the
Mexican Newspapers, Containing The Account Of What Occurred; And As
These Are The Organs Through Which The People Of Europe Are Enlightened
As To The Events Of These Distant Regions, I Shall Quote The Pages, To
Show How Truth May Be Perverted.
"_Chihuahua--News Of The West--Californian Rebellion_.--This Day
Arrived in our City A Particular Courier From The Bishop Of Senora,
Bearer Of Dispatches Rather Important For The Welfare Of Our Government.
The Spirit Of Rebellion Is Abroad; Texas Already Has Separated from Our
Dominions; Yucatan Is Endeavouring To Follow The Pernicious Example, And
California Has Just Now Lighted the Flambeau Of Civil War.
"It Appears That, Excited by The Bad Advices Of Foreigners, The
Inhabitants Of Monterey Obliged the Gallant Governor To Leave His
Fireside. This Warlike Officer Found The Means Of Forwarding Dispatches
To Senora, While He Himself, Uniting a Handful Of Brave And Faithful
Citizens, Landed in the Bay Of St. Francisco, In order To Punish The
Rebels. By This Time The Governor Of Senora, With The _Elite_ Of The
Corps Of The Army Under His Orders, Having advanced to His Help, Was
Decoyed into The Rebels' Camp Under Some Peaceful Pretext, And
Shamefully Murdered.
"It Is Yet A Glory To Think That Even A Mexican Rebel Could Not Have
Been Guilty Of So Heinous A Crime. The Performer Of That Cowardly Deed
Was A Frenchman, Living among The Indians Of The West, Who, For The Sake
Of A Paltry Sum Of Gold, Came To The Aid Of The Rebels With Many
Thousands Of The Savages. His Next Step Was To Enter St. Francisco, And
There The Horrors He Committed recall To Our Mind The Bloody Deeds
Performed in his Country During The Great Revolution. But What Could Be
Expected from A Frenchman? Fonseca Was Executed as A Malefactor, The
City Plundered, The Booty Divided among The Red warriors; Besides An
Immense Sum Of Money Which Was Levied upon The Other Establishments, Or,
To Say Better, Extorted, Upon The Same Footing as The Buccaneers
Of Old.
"The News Having Reached the Central Government Of The West, General
Martinez Assumed upon Himself The Responsibility Of An Expedition,
Which, Under The Present Appearances, Showed his Want Of Knowledge, And
His Complete Ignorance Of Military Tactics. He Was Met By Ten Thousand
Indians, And A Powerful Artillery Served by The Crews Of Many Vessels
Upon The Coast--Vessels Bearing Rather A Doubtful Character. Too Late He
Perceived his Error, But Had Not The Gallantry Of Repairing It And Dying
As A Mexican Should. He Fled from The Field Almost In the Beginning Of
The Action, And Had It Not Been For The Desperate Efforts Of The
Cavalry, And Truly Wonderful Military Talents Displayed by Three Or Four
Young Officers Who Had Accompanied him, The Small Army Would Have Been
Cut To Pieces. We Numbered but Five Hundred men In all, And Had But A
Few Killed and Wounded, While The Enemy Left Behind Them On The Field
More Than Twelve Hundred slain.
"The Gallant Young Officers Would Have Proceeded to St. Francisco, And
Followed up Their Conquest, Had The Little Army Been In possession Of
The Necessary Provisions And Ammunition; But General Martinez, Either
From Incapacity Or Treachery, Had Omitted these Two Essential
Necessaries For An Army. We Are Proud And Happy To Say That Emanuel
Bustamente, The Young Distinguished officer, Of A Highly Distinguished
Family, Who Conducted himself So Well In yucatan During The Last
Struggle, Commanded the Cavalry, And It Is To His Skill That We Mexicans
Owe The Glory Of Having Saved our Flag From A Deep Stain.
"Postscriptum.--We Perceive That The Cowardly And Mercenary Martinez Has
Received the Punishment His Treachery So Well Deserved; During His
Flight He Was Met By Some Indians And Murdered. May Divine Providence
Thus Punish All Traitors To The Mexican Government!"
I Regret To Say That The Last Paragraph Was True. The Brave Martinez,
Who Had Stood To The Last, Who Had Faced death In many Battles, Had Been
Foully Murdered, But Not, As Was Reported, By An Indian; He Had Fallen
Under The Knife Of An Assassin--- But It Was A Mexican Who Had Been
Bribed to The Base Deed.
Up To The Present All Had Prospered. I Was Called "The Liberator, The
Protector Of California." Splendid Offers Were Made To Me, And The
Independence Of California Would Have Been Secured, Had I Only Had Two
Small Vessels To Reduce The Southern Seaports Which Had Not Yet Declared
Themselves, Either Fearing The Consequences Of A Rebellion, Or
Disliking The Idea Of Owing Their Liberation To A Foreign Condottiere,
And A Large Force Of Savages.
The Apaches Returned homes With Eighty Mules Loaded with Their Booty; So
Did The Arrapahoes With Pretty Nearly An Equal Quantity. My Shoshones I
Satisfied with Promises, And Returned with Them To The Settlement, To
Prepare Myself For Forthcoming Events.
A Few Chapters Backwards I Mentioned that I Had Despatched my Old
Servant To Monterey. He Had Taken With Him A Considerable Portion Of My
Jewels And Gold To Make Purchases, Which Were Firmly To Establish My
Power Over The Indian Confederacy. A Small Schooner, Loaded with The
Goods Purchased, Started from Monterey; But, Never Being Seen
Afterwards, It Is Probable That She Fell Into The Hands Of The Pirate
Vessels Which Escaped from San Francisco.
I Had Relied upon This Cargo To Satisfy The Just Demands Of My Indians
Upon My Arrival At The Settlement The Loss Was A Sad Blow To Me. The Old
Chief Had Just Died, The Power Had Devolved entirely Upon Me, And It Was
Necessary, According To Indian Custom, That I Should Give Largess, And
Show A Great Display Of Liberality On My Accession To The Command Of The
Tribe; So Necessary, Indeed, Was It, That I Determined upon Returning To
Monterey, _Via_ San Francisco, To Provide What Was Requisite. This Step
Was A Fatal One, As Will Be Shown When I Narrate The Circumstances Which
Had Occurred during My Absence.
Upon Hearing The News Of Our Movements In the West, The Mexican
Government, For A Few Days, Spoke Of Nothing But Extermination. The
State Of Affairs, However, Caused them To Think Differently; They Had
Already Much Work Upon Their Hands, And California Was Very Far Off.
They Hit Upon A Plan, Which, If It Showed their Weakness, Proved their
Knowledge Of Human Nature. While I Was Building Castles In the Air,
Agents From Mexico Privately Came To Monterey And Decided the Matter.
They Called together The Americans Domiciled at Monterey, Who Were The
Wealthiest And The Most Influential Of The Inhabitants, And Asked them
What It Was That They Required from The Government? Diminution Of Taxes,
Answered they. It Was Agreed. What Next? Reduction Of Duty On Foreign
Goods. Agreed again. And Next? Some Other Privileges And Dignities. All
These Were Granted.
In Return For This Liberality, The Mexican Agents Then Demanded that Two
Or Three Of The Lower Mexicans Should Be Hung Up For An Example, And
That The Frenchman And His Two White Companions Should Be Decoyed and
Delivered up To The Government.
This Was Consented to By These Honest Domiciliated americans, And Thus
Did They Arrange To Sacrifice Me Who Had Done So Much For Them. Just As
Everything Had Been Arranged upon Between Them And The Agents, I Most
Unfortunately Made My
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