text:  On all sides ragged bare-footed boys ran about carrying pieces of lighted rope in their hands the end of which they occasionally dashed against the ground causing a shower of sparks to fly out whilst they recommended themselves to the custom of the cigar-smokers by loud cries of "_Fuego! Buen fuego! Quien quiere fuego?_" At few of the young officers who on the evening referred to paraded the alameda of Logrono was the artillery of eyes and fan more frequently levelled by the love-breathing beauties there assembled than at Luis Herrera who in the uniform of the cavalry regiment to which he now belonged was present upon the paseo