Королі та капуста
The Shamrock and the Palm
"Ipaidmypassage—twenty-fourdollars,firstcabin—andateattablewiththeofficercrowd.Downonthelowerdeckwasagangofsecond-classpassengers,aboutfortyofthem,seemin’tobeDagoesandthelike.Iwonderedwhatsomanyofthemweregoin’alongfor.
"Well,then,inthreedayswesailedalongsidethatGuatemala.’Twasabluecountry,andnotyellowas’tismiscoloredonthemap.Welandedatatownonthecoast,whereatrainofcarswaswaitin’forusonadinkylittlerailroad.Theboxesonthesteamerwerebroughtashoreandloadedonthecars.ThegangofDagoesgotaboard,too,thegeneralandmeinthefrontcar.Yes,meandGeneralDeVegaheadedtherevolution,asitpulledoutoftheseaporttown.Thattraintravelledaboutasfastasapolicemangoin’toariot.Itpenetratedthemostconspicuouslotoffuzzysceneryeverseenoutsideageography.Werunsomefortymilesinsevenhours,andthetrainstopped.Therewasnomorerailroad.’Twasasortofcampinadampgorgefullofwildnessandmelancholies.Theywasgradin’andchoppin’outtheforestsaheadtocontinuetheroad.‘Here,’saysItomyself,‘istheromantichauntoftherevolutionists.HerewillClancy,bythevirtuethatisinasuperiorraceandtheinculcationofFeniantactics,strikeatremendousblowforliberty.’
"Theyunloadedtheboxesfromthetrainandbeguntoknockthetopsoff.FromthefirstonethatwasopenIsawGeneralDeVegataketheWinchesterriflesandpassthemaroundtoasquadofmorbidsoldiery.
