A few weeks more, and there will not be a rebel left alive between the Andes and the Atlantic.

The Captain-General of New Granada reports that he has either shot or hanged every known patriot in the province.

We are doing the same here in Venezuela.

We give no quarter; it is the only way with rebels.

_Guerra a la muerte!_" After this the commandant asked me to dinner, and insisted on my becoming his guest until the morrow, when he would provide me with mules for myself and my baggage, and give me an escort to Caracas, and letter of introduction to one of his friends there.