Mr Behnsen and Mr Colville left for Bagdad this morning, in
a very swell ambulance drawn by four gay mules.
At noon I crossed to Brownsville, and visited Captain Lynch,
a quartermaster, who broke open a great box, and presented me with a
Confederate felt hat to travel in. He then took me to the garrison, and
introduced me to Colonel Buchel of the 3d Texas Regiment, who is by birth a
German, but had served in the French army; and he prepared cocktails in the
most scientific manner. I returned to Matamoros at 2.30 P.M.
Captain Hancock and Mr Anderson (the paymaster) arrived from
Bagdad in a most miserable vehicle, at 4 P.M. They were a mass of dust, and had
been seven hours on the road, after having been very nearly capsized on the
bar.
There was a great firing of guns and squibs in the
afternoon, in consequence of the news of a total defeat of the French at
Puebla, with a loss of 8000 prisoners and 70 pieces of cannon.
Don Pablo, who had innocently hoisted his British flag in
honour of Captain Hancock, was accused by his brother merchants of making a
demonstration against the French.
After dinner we called on Mr Maloney, whose house is
gorgeously furnished, and who has a pretty wife.
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