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attacked, and cavalry piquets were patrolling until one o'clock on the following morning, when Miller continued his retreat. It was given out that his day's march was for Chumpi; but previous to reaching the spot where the road forks off, he permitted the guides brought from Carabelí to escape, and then took the Chaipi road; but before doing this, he despatched an aide-de-camp, Major Sowersby, forward to Chumpi, with orders to prepare for the reception of the division on the next day. Successive messengers were afterwards sent after Sowersby, ordering him to Chaipi, but not until after he had made arrangements at Chumpi, and without informing him that his comrades were directing their steps to Chaipi. Thus Canterac received, as was intended, from his emissaries at Chumpi, a confirmation of the report made by Miller's guides. The Spanish general accordingly set out from Carabelí, and took the road to Pararca, in the hope of cutting off, at Chumpi, the further retreat of the patriots.
Miller arrived at Chaipi on the 25th. Before he entered the village he saw the inhabitants on some adjoining hills. He found they had deserted their huts on account of what they thought were royalist plunderers; but these proved to be a few dispersed patriots under one George Mead, a North American, who was setting a shameful example. He was pursued, but escaped. Having restored some degree of confidence at Chaipi, Miller rode on himself to Matarani, where he slept. Being anxious to ascertain if Canterac had taken the Chaparra or coast road, he set out early next morning from Matarani, and arrived at Chala
about sunrise. He took up his quarters once more in the parsonage of his faithful friend the cura, Doctor Don Mariano de Bejerano, whose well-furnished table and conversational talents were alike calculated to refresh the body and enliven the mind of the wayfaring guest. Among other anecdotes told in the course of the evening he related the following, which is translated as closely as can be done from memory. "Some forty years ago, an Irish boy, about eighteen years of age, appeared at the door of a respectable house in the valley of Majes, and asked for a supper and a hammock for the night, with an air of confidence not commonly shown on a self-introduction. He was, however, readily admitted, and in the course of the evening told his adventures, from which it appeared that he had been sent to sea two or three years before, but, disliking the confinement of a ship, ran away from some merchant vessel trading in contraband on the coast of Peru, and that he had wandered about the country ever since, always receiving succour and protection, but, being of a roving disposition, he continued to go farther without faring worse.
"On the following morning, instead of taking his departure, he told the good people of the house that he liked the looks of them all, and that he would willingly remain and make himself useful, if they would find him in victuals. No objection was made, and he speedily became one of the family. In a very few days he extended his acquaintance to the village shoemaker, and then persuaded his patrons that he should prefer going to hear mass in a new pair of
shoes. When these were brought home, he discovered that he could not very well wear new shoes without new stockings, nor both without new something else. He never asked for any thing as a matter of favour, but demanded it with an easy boldness of manner, so tempered by broad humour, that he never met with a refusal. Within the first two months, he had found out every little shop in the valley, and had waylaid every passing pedler, until he collected rather an extensive wardrobe. Soon after this the young spark became tired of inactivity, or perhaps he panted to display his outfit beyond the boundaries of the valley. Be that as it may, he took an early opportunity to say to his friends, You have no work to employ me, and I shall be a constant expense to you if I remain; give me therefore twenty dollars, and I will go seek my fortune elsewhere.' A family consultation was held, and, not twenty, but fifty dollars were put into his hands. An affectionate parting ensued, and years rolled away without bringing any tidings of the oft-remembered wanderer. In the meanwhile, one of the sons (Don Mariano Bejerano, the original narrator of this tale), grew up and became a priest. He was accustomed to go to Arequipa once in two or three years. As he came out of the bishop's palace, at one of these visits, he felt himself almost lifted off the ground by a man who, with open arms, had darted across the street to him, and exclaimed, 'Don't you know me? I am that stranger lad who found so kind a shelter in your father's house: come to mine. I have a shop full of goods: I have no debts: I have four thousand dollars in my strong box: I have a
wife and four children: come, then, and receive that welcome which we shall be delighted to give.""
From the active Bejerano, as well as from his parishioners, Miller received satisfactory proofs of their undiminished patriotism. Four or five wellmounted trusty peasants were sent to various points towards Carabelí, in order to bring timely notice if the royalists were seen advancing towards the coast. Early in the following morning (the 27th) an alarm was given. The spirited priest was the first on horseback, and accompanied Miller to the front, when it was discovered that the supposed enemies were Major Sowersby and his escort, who had lost their way in the night-march. In the evening, Miller proceeded to Atiquipa, attended by the worthy curate, who, on taking leave on the 28th, expressed his determination to conceal himself in the mountains if the royalists should enter Chala, which, however, they did not do.
Miller having, on the 1st of November, rode on ahead of his party from Acari to Nasca, was near falling into the hands of some royalists who had been sent from Cordova, a town in the interior, to ascertain his movements. The general was in bed at the house of his friend, Don José Manuel Mesa, half a league from the town. It was the first time for more than a week that he had undressed. He had not long retired before a messenger from a patriot in the town announced the entrance of the Spanish detachment. But it was not until receiving another friendly warning from a royalist family that he rose and retired to the woods, where he lay concealed
until his own little division came up next day, and expelled the royalist soldiers. Don José Manuel Mesa is a rich hacendado, from whom Miller had received valuable information and important aid in his former excursions. He is a most worthy man, an enlightened citizen, and an ardent lover of his country. He was at this time a widower, with a large family. In order to occupy the minds of his elder sons, who were fine promising youths, Mesa taught them the French language, which he himself had learned by means of books alone. None of them read with a good accent; but all were sufficiently well versed in it to translate a page of Telemachus off hand. The easy manners and the perfect good breeding of this family would be admired even in the high circles of England or France. Nasca is an oasis nearly one hundred miles from the nearest inhabited valley on the south, and almost half that distance from the nearest on the north. The same well-bred courtesy is sometimes to be met with in other spots equally isolated, and strikes the imagination of the traveller with equal pleasure and astonishment.
Miller succeeded in effecting his retreat to Lima: he conducted with him six hundred spare horses and mules, and four hundred head of oxen for the service of the army in the capital. in the capital. He was followed up by the royalists one hundred and ten leagues, as far as Lucanas.
In the course of this pursuit, the royalist generals had recourse to stratagem to raise supplies from the purses of wealthy patriots. Amongst other instances,