PANAMA VIEJO: Old Panama. Stand in
graveled, tree-lined road,
convent and public baths to your left,
Jesuit church to your right, and listen carefully. Screams of terror. Shouts of domination. The clash of steel. Musket fire. The roar of flames consuming
city. It is January, 1671.Henry Morgan and 1,200 fierce, dirty, scruffy and desperate pirates are here, smelly from a nine-day trek through
jungle, sweating under
summer sun.
Morgan had thought his men would be able to live off
land on their way across
isthmus from
Caribbean. He was wrong. Villages were deserted, their crops burned. Morgan had thought he could take
city now known as Panama Viejo by surprise. He was wrong again. The Spanish knew of
impending attack three weeks before it came.
With a relatively small defensive force, they could easily have wiped out Morgan’s half-starved and exhausted crew at any number of ideal ambush points along
route through
jungle. That they did not even try can be blamed on Don Juan de Guzman, governor of Panama, who died with
city he considered invincible.
After nine days of unimpeded passage through
jungle, Morgan’s men staggered to
top of a small hill and saw
Pacific in
distance. Below them, fat cattle grazed on lush grass, and trees were laden with fruit. Another Spanish act of stupidity.
The pirates fell on
cattle, hacking off great chunks of raw meat almost before
animals were dead. As you imagine them fighting
next day in Panama Viejo, also think of
blood that stained their beards, hands, faces and
clothing that had been reduced to rags in
jungle. Think of them brandishing their weapons and screaming like banshees, and you can imagine
terror they struck in
local population.
Guzman made another error that led to
death of Panama Viejo: on
plains outside
city, he ranged 4,000 troops, well-armed, smartly dressed: infantry, cavalry and artillery. There should have been no contest, faced with a disorganized rabble of a little more than 1,000. What
Spanish did not reckon on was
fear of
jungle. These men would rather die quickly fighting than again face
horrors of
jungle and a likely slow death there.
The defenders placed their largest guns on
road leading to Panama Viejo. Morgan’s men simply skirted a small hill and came toward
city from another direction, making
fixed guns useless.
Spanish fighting discipline worked against them, as well. As
two forces approached each other,
pirates leaped into a long ditch protected by underbrush. The Spanish cavalry, 400 of
finest mounted troops in
Americas, under orders to charge, trotted forward in close formation toward 200 specially selected marksmen with orders to wait until
horsemen were almost upon them.
The slaughter was ghastly. What was left of
cavalry retreated, reformed, and challenged
pirate wall of death a second time with
same result. They never broke line. The tactic was repeated with diminishing numbers until
cavalry was wiped out. Morgan’s men were left virtually unscathed.
Now it was
infantry’s turn to be sacrificed. Fighting in Spanish block formation, close together and in
open, they were mowed down under
deadly fire of an opponent they could not even see. The pirates fought from behind trees, hummocks, anything that would provide shelter;
Spanish remained in formation out in
open.
Seeing his army being routed, Guzman sprang what he thought would be
master strategy of
battle, he loosed 2,000 wild bulls that had been brought into
city just days before. Driven by yelling cowboys,
maddened bulls were driven across
field to trample
pirates. The pirates simply shot
cowboys and a few lead animals, and
bulls, bellowing in terror, headed for
hills.
Hopelessly outnumbered,
defenders fled for Panama Viejo with
attackers hot on their heels. The defenders tried to make a stand in
city itself, but their morale was broken and they gave up less than eight hours after
first shot had been fired.
Now there was a new menace in Panama Viejo. Amid
shouts, groans and screams, Morgan heard that
residential district was ablaze. Homes of cedar and other aromatic woods of
wealthy and
thatched roof dwellings of
poor and
slaves burned like tinder in
dry summer wind. Residents and pirates worked shoulder to shoulder, but
fire was impossible to control.