Many of the prisoners were cavalry, armed with lances, and mounted on miserable little half-starved horses that did not look as if they could carry their riders out of town.

The men looked in but little better condition.

I thought how little interest the men before me had in the results of the war, and how little knowledge they had of "what it was all about." After the surrender of the garrison of Monterey a quiet camp life was led until midwinter.

As had been the case on the Rio Grande, the people who remained at their homes fraternized with the "Yankees" in the pleasantest manner.

In fact, under the humane policy of our commander, I question whether the great majority of the Mexican people did not regret our departure as much as they had regretted our coming.