Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1847-06-09

TIE BEAUTIES OF WAR-A correspon-
dent of the Vera Cruz Eagle, who marched
with the Mexican Prisoners, released on
parole, from Cerro Gordo to Jalapa, ives
the following picture of the scene:
1--WE rode over the road on which they
marched with much difficulty, turning our
horses heads twenty different ways in the
space of half an hour, to avoid riding them
down. They were less sad than men un-
der similar circumstances would generally
be, and cracked many joke at their own
expense. This was i'll the early part, of
the march. But towards sunset, when
they had measured Is or 20 miles of their
ioumey-mcst ofthem in their bare feet
they became quite silent and sad, and the
effects of the fatigue of the day, combined
with previous privations, told sensibly upon
them.
81 felt much interested in the numerous
camp women-those devoted creatures who
follow them through good and evil-and it
grieved me to to see them, worn down with
fatigue, moving at a snails pace, their heavy
burthens almost weighing them to the earth.
The woman of sixty or more years-the
mother, with her infant wrapped in her
rebosa-the wife, far advanced in the state
that "women wish to be who love their
rds''-the youthful Senorita 1risking with
her lovers sombero on her head; even the
prattling girl who had followed padre and
madre to the wars-could all be seen at
one view moving along-and barring the
hardships of the tramp, unconscious of the
existence of misery i'll this world.
"These women, like the Indians, are
the slaves of the men-a slavery they SUBJ
NIT to under the all powerful influence Of
affection. In addition to their bedding and
wearing apparel, they pack upon their
backs the food and utensils to cook 1T in,
and worn out as they are by the tolls of
the day, while their husband or lover sleeps,
they prepare his repast.
Il noticed one mana generaI-who
left Gen. SCOTS quarters about the same
time that | did. He was an elderly man,
and | soon perceived by his hobbling that
he had but one leg. His progress on the
march was an object of curiosity to me,
and | was surprised to see him keep up SO
well with the more youthful and perfect
Iimbed. | halted for some time at the ha-
cienda Of Santa Anna, to rest my horse, and
my eyes ran eagerly over the column of
prisoners to see if he had kept up. The
fourth or fifth man to the writer was him.
self. He had refused dozen offers to
ride. both from our men and his own.
about II O'Clock at night all of them
passed my tent-saye those who had sunk
down from the effects of the march-which
was about three miles from this place. An
hour afterwards polite voice at the tent
asked permission to light a cigar from the
fire. | looked Quit was he. He said
he had not been able to keep up with the
advance, but would reach Jalapa IN an
hours time. The cigar lighted, he hobbled
off again, and this morning | met hlm In
the streets. apparently not at all affected
with the launt.
.From the foot of Cerro Gordo, to Santa
Annals hacienda, the road was lined with
dead Mcxicans and horses. And near the
rancho. where Gen, Twiggs overlook the
retreating enemy, they lay thick around,
and n more horrid scene 1t would be diff
cult to picture. Mcxicans lay dead i'll
every direction: some resting up against
trees. others with legs and arms extended,
and occasionally lancer lying with his
arm upon the charger that received his
death wound from. the same volley that
ended the career his rider. Some of the
prisoners passing through would occasion
alIv halt to view the features of the deceased
and then mending their gate, regain their
place by the side OF those who were more
fortunate in the fight.