restricted access 11. We Are Coming Home
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Chapter 11 Y We Are Coming Home Tuesday, May 30, 1848. This morning our soldiers were up early, preparing to march homeward, at the same time singing our national songs and cite “We Are Coming Home.” I was approached this morning by Sergt. Thomas Ziegle, Peter Ahl, and Alburtus Welsh, wanting to know how much money I could loan them, as they wished to take up the dead bodies of William Eurick and Jacob Danner. I ran my hand down into my pocket, pulled out my purse, examined it, and I found that I could spare them two ten-dollar gold pieces and a Mexican doubloon, handing it to them and saying that was about all I could spare them. They thanked me most kindly for that much, and expect to have enough money now to take both bodies with them home to their friends in Little York, Pa., where they as well as myself will receive the thanks of the citizens of that little town for loaning them the money, and at the same time saying had it not been for me they could not have been able to take them both up and bring them home. The Mexicans living around our quarters came in large numbers to give us a hearty shake of the hand and bid us a final and, I fear, a last goodbye; some even could be seen crying , while others wanted to come along with us to our homes. A delegation of Mexicans from the pulque tub hacienda also came to bid us goodbye. Some brought a little pulque along and treated some of their regular customers, and some came to collect the little bills, still unpaid—the Mexicans nearly all regretting our departure from them, fearing that after our army has left them that revolution, anarchy and malice will again reign in their land. We sympathized with them and told them to be of good cheer, and to pray that their beloved country may yet be a real free and independent state, that the fierce hatred and bitter strife of men against their fellow-beings shall be ended, and revolution and desolating war forever cease, and the people allowed to worship God according to their own consciences. Then shall peace, fertility and tranquility prevail throughout their country. About 7 o’clock the drums began to beat. Company after company fell into line, after which we started on our homeward march, and, with a wave of our hands, bid goodbye to all the inhabitants around our quarters. The pulque delegation cheered us heartily. It is true we came to this country and met the people as foes, yet we leave them without malice, hate or prejudice, and departed from them with friendship, wishing them prosperity for their country and the people of Mexico; in fact, the people of San Angel were no foes 320 We Are Coming Home of ours—having been encamped there so long. We got so well acquainted, and associated together so much, that we were more like friends than enemies. They have shown, by their many acts of kindness, that they were our friends all the time; they wept like so many children ; many marched with us for miles. We marched out by the Churubusco Road, and not through the city of Mexico (as first intended), passing through the strongly-fortified town of Mexicalzingo, along the south side of El Peñon Pass—Cortez’s first route to the city of Mexico. Mexicalzingo is situated by Lake Xochimilco, and before Conqueror Cortez’s thieving rule came to this country, was a splendid city, containing about four thousand fine houses; but at the present time it contains nothing but a few old huts, shanties and plenty of ruins. The people who live here came out of their huts and stood along the road we were marching, and their whole conversation was about the Americanos, muchos buenos valiente. We marched along on a level plain, and the most of the road we passed over was strewn with large and small lava stones, no doubt caused by the numerous eruptions from the volcanic mountains near by. They look a good deal like the cinders from our furnaces—rough and sharp and difficult to pass over. Encamped at a village called Chalco, which lies close by the lake of the same name; but, like all the villages in Mexico, it is composed of miserable huts and small houses. Whether this is the Chalco which...


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