Excerpt from A Dream of a Throne: The Story of a Mexican Revolt Clarita, he said, holding to her, she is dying, and the rockets have gone before her, and we shall have no mother nobody, nobody. Whereat the little girl sobbed and crept back into the hut, among banana and castor trees that stood about it. The boy did not move. When the wailing of the man permitted, Vicente could hear the low voice of a priest within; the same who had sent him out with the rockets to fire, according to custom, as the soul departed. It was at length quite dark, save for the stars, brilliant enough. Only a little candle-light fell three feet outside the door. A gendarme came round the corner not far away, where the two white church towers stood high, past some lime-kilns, and along the row of fishers' huts. He arrived at the candle-lit doorway and stood in the light with his hat off. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.