As we marched in there was a cheer, not very hearty--a cheer propitiatory, for they did not know what we meant to do.

The colonel made them a brief speech, promising peace, security, liberty, plenty, and all the goods of heaven.

In a few stern words he cautioned them against "treachery," and announced that any rebellion against the Provisional Government would meet with swift punishment.

Then he posted his army in companies, to keep watch till all was quiet.

And at last he said: "Now, Martin, come back to the Golden House, and let's put that fellow in a safe place." "Yes," said I; "and have a look for the money." For really, in the excitement, it seemed as if there was a danger of the most important thing of all being forgotten.
The dawn was now far advanced, and as we left the Piazza, we could see the Golden House at the other end of the avenue.