was scarcely
satisfactory to the troops; and some grumbling was heard. There was no
complaint, however, from the Mexicans, who seemed rather astonished at
so much forbearance on the part of their conquerors.

I doubt whether, in the whole history of war, can be found a conquest
characterised by equal mildness and humanity with the "Second Conquest
of Mexico."

It was principally for this reason the people had grown so well affected
towards us. But there was another reason, perhaps, not less potent.
From the extensive operations we were now about to undertake, they saw
that we meant war in earnest; and the belief had become general, that a
large "annexation" was to follow; that perhaps the whole valley of the
Rio Grande would become American territory. It was but human nature in
them to do homage to the rising sun.

The ricos were better disposed towards us than the common people; but
this enigma is easily explained. The latter were more _patriotic_--that
is, more ready to fight for native tyranny, than accept freedom from a
foreign hand. 'Tis so in all lands. In the event of a war with
England, the black slave of Carolina would range himself by the side of
his master, and prove the bitterest foe to the enemies, not of _his
freedom_, but of his _country_.

The _familias principales_ of Mexico had good reasons for being friendly
to us. They had a stake to lose, which, under their own government, had
been ill guarded for them. No wonder they should desire to come under
the broad protecting wings of the northern eagle.

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I found that another species of "annexation" had been going on during my
absence. One of our officers had become annexed to a wealthy senorita
of the place, and the marriage-ceremony had been performed with great
pomp and splendour. Another was talked of as being _fiance_; and it was
expected that the example would find numerous imitators.

I need not say that I was much interested by these _novedades_ and I
returned with lighter heart to the ranger-camp.

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR.

THE RUINED RANCHO.

The pleasant excitement caused by the visit to my old comrades was soon
over; and having nothing to do but lounge about my tent, I became again
the victim of the same painful bodings. I could not shake them off.

Subtle and mysterious is the spirit-world within us; certainly does it
seem to have prescience of the f