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Barcelona, freed from the problem of keeping the Isthmians within the Colombian Union, General Herran gave no evidence of any disastrous effect on his own fortunes following his memorable experience of Panama diplomacy. The center of a convivial group of admiring friends, flanked by an inexhaustible supply of
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La Cosa Sabrosa, --the suggestive title given by one enthusiast to the native rum which accompanied them in an endless array of demijohns--this excellent leader of armies appeared to be making a triumphal progress homeward, rather than a decidedly ignominious retreat. His large mirthful brown eyes, peering out of a boyish face fringed by a heavy black beard, were undimmed by regrets and gave no token of the wily, self-seeking politician their possessor was said, by his enemies, to be.
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El General, as he was usually called, was, in fact, the best of good fellows; one who, we can well imagine, might easily forget so paltry an adjunct as his troops, lured by the promise of a lively hour or so in a gay city with congenial companions.
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Bobo his detractors might call him, or
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--but never
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nor
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Barcelona, although not exactly of his party, and certainly not in the least of the military persuasion, was a round-paunched, bullet-headed little man who, arrayed in the flimsiest of apparel, a wide-flapping Panama sombrero coming down to his ears, paced restlessly about the deck, fanning himself vigorously with a huge palm-leaf fan. Although of pure Spanish lineage, there was nothing of the traditional polish of his race in this explosive person's manner or speech. He had rolled about--one can hardly describe his mode of travel by another phrase--among many people and had recently settled down in a delightfully fever-ridden section of Colombia to practice medicine.
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Doctor Quinine he was called--behind his back--and it is said that he had simplified the methods of his profession by administering, on all occasions and for all diseases, the one simple, famous drug, discovered centuries ago by his ancestors in his native Peru. Quinine and a few drastic purgatives summed up his medical creed. If these remedies failed to cure--and they sometimes did fail--why, the unfortunate victim was simply a
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of his own concoction. Having succeeded in the main object of his trip, and having failed incidentally to sell a single box of these same patented
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to any one of the benighted thousands whose faith was pinned to the ordinary medical practitioner, he had resolved to return to his old occupation of dosing with quinine the faithful on the Colombian coast. On his homeward journey, however, he met a party of Americans who induced him to abandon for a time his original project and to join them in a trip to Bogota. As he was a man of independent means, a political exile from his native land, with no family ties whatsoever, there was nothing to hinder this sudden change in his plans. Hence his presence on the
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Barcelona, where he had assumed guardianship over his American friends--whom he abused on occasion, as was his wont with those he liked--and where he engaged in sarcastic tilts with his old ally
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El General.