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A fence which enclosed our pen here, partially protected us from
the biting north wind. Towards morning however, the norther
changed to such a degree of coldness, that it was impossible to sleep
any longer, it was so cold that the frost could plainly be seen [on]
our thin blankets, so that when next morning the order was given
to march, we were rejoiced, for the exercise would warm our be-
From Pino we learned that General McLeod, Navarro, Dr. Whit-
taker,'o Captains Houghton and Hudson with two or three officers,
had passed the previous night at his rancho, and were provided with
comfortable quarters. They had been sent forward one day in advance
of the main body, on horseback, and as they were fortunate enough
to fall into the hands of an officer of humane feeling our friends
under his charge always spoke of him as a kind hearted man.
After a long and toilsome march, our men suffering at every step,
we encamped upon the borders of a small stream for the night.
Here we experienced great relief from bathing our swollen feet in
its cold waters, and washed ourselves, for we could not do that very
often, when huddled in pens. Here to each man was issued a miser-
able pittance of hard barley bread, too hard to eat without soaking
it. Captain Salezar told us through our interpreter, a German, who
formerly lived in Matamoros, Mexico, who understood Spanish fairly,
and was one of our companions, that if any one of us escaped, all
would be held responsible, and all shot. There was no fear of that, for
the heartless Salezar drove us so hard, and half starved us, that
exhausted at the end of a days march, we willingly sank upon the
hard ground, covered with only a poor Mexican blanket, to get
A cold night was followed by a heavy frost next morning. We
nestled close to each other to keep from freezing; the older men got
but little sleep; I being so young, I slept in spite of the cold, ex-
haustion overcoming cold and suffering.
Next morning, at a brisk pace, we hurried forward, but did not get
a bite to eat. We reached the village of Santo Domingo before noon,
a distance of eighteen miles from our last night's quarters. At this
village our men had cause to thank the women for their kindness.
They came out of their mud houses in every direction bringing
tortillas, baked pumpkins, and dry ears of corn, and shedding tears
at our forlorn and miserable appearance. Here I will state, that in
perhaps the whole world there is not such a contrast between men
and women, as in Mexico. The women were uniformly kind and
"OFrancis Q. Whitaker was a surgeon from Pennsylvania.
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