“San Salvador, San Salvador,
We cry to thee!
Danger is in our path,
The enemy, in wrath,
Lurks to delude our souls from finding thee!
We cry to thee! We cry to thee!
San Salvador,
We cry to thee!”
The dying man, half sunk into a lethargy, started awake.
“The mountains!” he exclaimed, looking eagerly out at the dark outline of housetops against the eastern sky. “The mountains and the bells!”