TEN days of incredible activity. How he found time for all he accomplished during those first days in the capital is a mystery, especially considering the fact that he danced every night and pursued his new-found romance on the side. He wrote letters by the hundreds, pacing the floor in the early morning hours, dictating to three secretaries. To the Congress of New Garanada he sent grandiloquent messages of gratitude and assurances of submission to its authority. He wrote to Torres in Tunja and to Nariño in Santa Fé and dictated innumerable proclamations to the people and to the troops, urging them to continued labors in the cause of liberty.
Peace had been signed, but there was no peace. Fierro had fled the country without signing the pact his commissioners had accepted and Monteverde, secure in Puerto Cabello, declared that he had no intention of dealing with rebels. Spanish sympathizers were flocking into his ranks and the unguarded seacoast afforded him access to supplies from Puerto Rico.
So the war was still on. The country had been bled dry during the Spanish occupation, the patriot troops were in rags and starving. They had received no pay since crossing the Venezuelan border. Bolívar, in desperation, imprisoned the Spaniards who had fled to La Guaira, confiscated their property, levied upon the merchants of Caracas and disposed of some of his own estates to raise funds. On August 6, only ten days after he entered the