The band of Pagsanhan belonging to the escribano must not be lacking nor that of San Pedro de Tunasan, at that time famous because it was directed by the maestro Austria, the vagabond "Corporal Mariano" who, according to report, carried fame and harmony in the tip of his baton.

Musicians praise his funeral march, "El Sauce," [79] and deplore his lack of musical education, since with his genius he might have brought glory to his country.

The bands enter the town playing lively airs, followed by ragged or half-naked urchins, one in the camisa of his brother, another in his father's pantaloons.

As soon as the band ceases, the boys know the piece by heart, they hum and whistle it with rare skill, they pronounce their judgment upon it.
Meanwhile, there are arriving in conveyances of all kinds relatives, friends, strangers, the gamblers with their best game-cocks and their bags of gold, ready to risk their fortune on the green cloth or within the arena of the cockpit.
"The alferez has fifty pesos for each night," murmurs a small, chubby individual into the ears of the latest arrivals.

"Capitan Tiago's coming and will set up a bank; Capitan Joaquin's bringing eighteen thousand.