VIII
INSPECTING THE WILD MOHAWKS
After the surrender the army camp was moved
out of the sand hills and to the beach. That was
a great relief—to be away from the swamps and
thickets and dust and the thousands of small flies
and millions of fleas. Some of the clever officers
had been greasing themselves all over with pork
rind and sleeping in canvas bags drawn tightly
around their necks; but even this did not work.
General Worth was appointed military governor of Vera Cruz; another honor for the First Division. General Quitman's brigade of Mohawks was put in as garrison.
The men were granted leave, in squads, to go into Vera Cruz. And Vera Cruz was a sad sight, as Jerry found out when he and Hannibal strolled through. The bombs from the mortars had crashed through the tiled roofs of the buildings, burst the walls apart, and had made large holes in the paved streets. It was dangerous to walk because of the loosened cornices of the roofs. The beautiful cathedral had been struck; it now was a hospital, containing hundreds of wounded soldiers and civilians.
But the most interesting thing to "military men" was the wall on the side of the city toward the naval battery. The sixty-eights and thirty-twos had hewed two openings—had simply pulverized the coral rock laid twelve feet thick; and a wagon and team might be driven through either gap. The bastions, also,
