Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-21

the old leaven rises, and our Basque peas
ants run to the Pretender and form an army
for him. A matter OF wearing a fine uni.
form, their berets on one side, of coming into
the villages to the sound of the trumpet
and, after piling their arms, of dancing
with the girls around them. A manner, too,
of hearing the bullets whistle, for our
Basques are brave, live on little, and die
we'll They fought during three years. All
a given moment, sir, all these roads, broken
up, were occupied by men all belonging to
the same country, who only thought ot
cutting each others throats.
You know the story of the blockade of
Bilbao, which the Carlists held as tightly as
if with pincers. The thing was to deliver
the city, and, between Saint Sebastian and
Bilbao, the soldiers of Don Carlos neld the
defles, repulsed assaults, beat back at the
point of the bayonet the columns of troops
thrown on them. Que of the Carlist chiefs
who commanded on this side was named
zucarraga A hero, sir. An officer for
merly belonging to the army, who sent his
sword to the Government of Madrid, saying:
"Give it to another, and let it fight against
me; that which 1 shall henceforth WELD 1
have from my King" Thirty years old,
tall, handsome, splendid. He held the
mountain there, and would not let it 90.
They sent the best troops against him, and
fresh troops every day. We saw them come
back, the poor soldiers, crippled, decimated,
their officers carried on blood-stained sad
dies. shaking their heads and saying: "Seei
they are killing Spain for Spain's sake!-"
That Zucarraga! His reputation increased
with every check given to tine national
army. People said: ''It is Thomas Zu-
- a. q
Zumalacarregui, you know, the paladin of
the other Carlist war in former times. Even
to the name, which reminded one of the
other, making Zucarraga man OF romance
a General of popular legend. like the Cid,
The General who commanded at Herman.
-yes the little town which, according to
what the newspaper related the other day,
your escribdnero Hugo passed through in
his childhood, and whose name he has pre-
served in his memory-the General who sent
his poor soldiers to the defiles defended by
Zucarraga, was almost mad with rage. he
had promised himself to force the passage,
to beat the Basques, to break up the lines as
far as Bilbao. Nonsensei At every attack,
defeat; at every assault, almost a rout.
The harassed troops returned with heavy
ieet and dropping heads. leaving the dead,
numbers OF dead, on the road.
One evening, in the square Of the Ayun-
tamiento, General Garrido said, with
clinched fists, his eyes flashing fire:
"Ah! that Zucarragal that Zucarragal
that miserable Zucarraga! Iwould give nv
skin for hisl and to the man who would kill
him, fortunep'
Old Garrido had not finished speaking
when, in this square filled with troops. over
which night was falling, tall, handsome
young fellow stopped before the Generals
staff, looking the soldier in the face:
''Will you give me what l ask you if I
kill Zucarraga?"
"Wbo are you?" said Garrido.
"a child of the country, Juan Araquil. |
a man who is not afraid to die, but who has |
sworn to be rich."
The General was examining the man from |
head to foot.