Королі та капуста
The Shamrock and the Palm
Thoseonegovernmentsendfive—forty—hundredthousandsoldiertosuppressrevolution.TheyfightbigbattleyesterdayatLomagrande—thataboutnineteenorfiftymileinthemountain.ThatgovernmentsoldierwheepGeneralDeVega—oh,mostbad.Fivehundred—ninehundred—twothousandofhismansiskill.Thatrevolutionissmashsuppress—bust—veryquick.GeneralDeVega,himr-r-runawayfastononebigmule.Yes,carrambos!Thegeneral,himr-r-runaway,andhisarmeeiskill.Thatgovernmentsoldier,theytryfindGeneralDeVegaverreemuch.Theywantcatcheehimforshoot.Youthinktheycatcheethatgeneral,señor?’
"‘Saintsgrantit!’saysI."TwouldbethejudgmentofProvidenceforsettin’thewarliketalentofaClancytogradin’thetropicswithapickandshovel.But’tisnotsomuchaquestionofinsurrectionsnow,melittleman,as’tisofthehired-manproblem.’TisanxiousIamtoresignasituationofresponsibilityandtrustwiththewhitewingsdepartmentofyourgreatanddegradedcountry.Rowmeinyourlittleboatouttothatsteamer,andI’llgiveyefivedollars—sinkerpacers—sinkerpacers,’saysI,reducin’theoffertothelanguageanddenominationofthetropicdialects.
"‘Cincopesos,’repeatsthelittleman.‘Fivedollee,yougive?’
"’Twasnotsuchabadlittleman.Hehadhesitationsatfirst,sayin’thatpassengersleavin’thecountryhadtohavepapersandpassports,butatlasthetookmeoutalongsidethesteamer.
