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Title: The Guide of the Desert

Author: Gustave Aimard

Editor: Percy B. St. John


        
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GUIDE OF THE DESERT

by

GUSTAVE AIMARD

And Edited by Percy B. St. John







London
John and Robert Maxwell
Milton House, Shoe Lane, Fleet Street
and
35, St. Bride Street, Ludgate Circus.


(From the Collected Works 1863-1885)




CONTENTS

      I.  A PRISONER.
     II.  THE GAUCHO.
    III.  THE RANCHO.
     IV.  THE FAZENDA DO RIO D'OURO.
      V.  O SERTÃO.
     VI.  TAROU NIOM.
    VII.  THE MARQUIS DE CASTELMELHOR.
   VIII.  A NOBLE BANDIT.
     IX.  THROUGH THE DESERT.
      X.  THE GUAYCURUS.
     XI.  A STRATEGIC ASSAULT.
    XII.  THE PAYAGOA VILLAGE.
   XIII.  THE CHASE.
    XIV.  DISASTER.
     XV.  EL VADO DEL CABESTRO.
    XVI.  FRIENDS AND ENEMIES.
   XVII.  THE PEONS.
  XVIII.  SAN MIGUEL DE TUCUMÁN.
    XIX.  LA MONTONERA.
     XX.  THE SOIRÉE.




      NOTICE.


      Gustave Aimard was the adopted son of one of the most
      powerful Indian tribes, with whom he lived for more than
      fifteen years in the heart of the Prairies, sharing
      their dangers and their combats, and accompanying them
      everywhere, rifle in one hand and tomahawk in the other.
      In turn squatter, hunter, trapper, warrior, and miner,
      Gustave Aimard has traversed America from the highest
      peaks of the Cordilleras to the ocean shores, living from
      hand to mouth, happy for the day, careless of the morrow.
      Hence it is that Gustave Aimard only describes his own
      life. The Indians of whom he speaks he has known--the
      manners he depicts are his own.




CHAPTER I.

A PRISONER.


Loading in the environs of Barbara Bay, Cape Horn, I was surprised,
with two companions, by the Patagonians, and made prisoner. I had the
pain of witnessing from the cliffs the departure of the whaler on board
of which I had entered at Havre as harpooner.

It was with a deep pang of grief, and eyes bathed in tears, I saw the
white sails of my ship disappear on the horizon, and the sea become
solitary once more.

I little suspected that the vessel I then saw for the last time was
doomed to some terrible fate. Nothing was ever heard of her again.

Two hours later, stripped of our clothes and tied by the wrists to the
tails of Patagonian horses, we were carried off into the interior of
the country.

The Patagonians, with regard to whom travellers relate so many fables,
are neither so gigantic nor so evil as generally represented.

They are sturdily independent. The least yoke galls them, and rather
than submit to the will of a chief, they rush off into exile, and
submit to the most terrible privations.

We were not ill-used by our captors, but I was at length alone. One of
my companions went raving mad, the other committed suicide. I was kept
alive, I believe, by the spirit of hope.

I was twenty years of age, and had a constitution of iron, as well as
a buoyancy of spirits, a boldness and firmness, which saved me from
myself, by permitting me to look upon my position in its true light.
Cruel as it was, it was far from being desperate.

My first care was, by invariable complaisance, to secure the goodwill
of the savages, in which I succeeded pretty well, more easily, indeed,
than I should have dared to hope.

However, when in the evening after a whole day's journey in the
interminable steppes of Patagonia, I threw myself, overcome with
fatigue, before the bivouac fire, while the savages laughed and sang
among themselves, I often felt my heart on the point of bursting by
reason of the efforts I made to suppress my sighs.

How many times have I felt my courage fail! How many times has the
thought of suicide burst upon my mind! But, always at the most
critical moment, the hope of deliverance arose to put new life into
my heart; my sufferings were calmed little by little, my frame ceased
to be agitated, and I slept, murmuring in a gentle voice one of those
national refrains which are, for the exile, a sweet and far-off echo of
the absent country.

Fourteen months thus passed away, hour by hour, second by second, in an
incessant and frightful torture.

Always on the watch to seize an opportunity of escaping, but not
wishing to leave anything to the risk of failure, I had had the
greatest care not to awaken the drowsy mistrust of the Patagonians.
I always affected, on the contrary, not to wander too far from the
tribe; so the Indians had at last come to allow me to enjoy comparative
liberty amongst them; and instead of compelling me to follow them
on foot, they decided of their own accord to allow me to mount on
horseback.

It was only on horseback that I could dream of escaping.

The Patagonians are some of the first horsemen in the world. In their
school I made rapid progress; and, however wild and vicious might be
the horse that they gave me, in a few minutes I subdued him, and made
myself completely his master.

Our wandering and purposeless journeys conducted us at last to about
ten leagues from the Carmen of Patagonia, the most advanced fort
constructed by the Spaniards on the Río Negro, at the extreme frontier
of their former possessions.

The troop camped for the night at a little distance from the river,
near an abandoned farm.

The opportunity for which I had waited so long had come at last. I
prepared to profit by it, convinced that if I did not escape now, I
should die a slave.

I will not fatigue the reader with the details of my flight; I will
content myself with simply saying that after a devious journey, which
lasted seven hours, and during which I constantly felt the smoking
nostrils of the horses on my track, on the croup of the one I rode;
after having escaped twenty times by a miracle from the bolas which the
Patagonians threw at me, and from the sharpened points of their long
lances, I came unexpectedly upon a patrol of Buenos Airean horsemen, in
the midst of whom I fell fainting, overcome by fatigue and excitement.

The Patagonians, suddenly taken aback by the appearance of white men,
whom the high grass had hidden from them till that time, turned tail
with fright, and fled away, howling with fury.

I was saved!

By my singular equipment--all the clothing I had on was a frazada
(blanket) in rags, fastened round the body by a leather strap--the
soldiers at first took me for an Indian, a mistake which was rendered
more natural by my complexion, bronzed by the severity of the seasons
to which I had been so long exposed and which had assumed nearly the
colour of copper. As soon as I regained consciousness, I hastened to
disabuse them as well as I could, for at that time I could only speak
the Spanish language very imperfectly.

The brave Buenos Aireans listened with signs of the liveliest sympathy
to the recital of my sufferings, and lavished on me the kindest
attentions.

My entry into Carmen, in the midst of my preservers, was a veritable
triumph.

It required nearly a month to enable me to recover from the long
sufferings which I had endured, and from the privations of all kinds to
which I had, during so long a period, been condemned; but, thanks to
the attention by which I was surrounded, and especially thanks to my
youth and the vigour of my constitution, I at last regained my health.

The governor of Carmen, who had become much interested in me, agreed at
my request to give me a passage on board a little Buenos Airean brig,
then anchored before the port, and I left for Buenos Aires, with the
firm intention of returning to France as soon as possible--so much had
the rude apprenticeship I had had to American life disgusted me with
travel.

But it was not to be so, and before again reaching France--I was to
wander for twenty years an adventurer in all the countries of the
world--from Cape Horn to Hudson's Bay, from China to Oceania, and from
India to Spitzburg.

On my arrival in Buenos Aires, my first care was to present myself to
the French consul, to ask of him the means of returning to Europe.

I was well received by the consul, who, on proofs of my identity,
immediately informed me that there was no French ship in the harbour,
but that need not disquiet me, since my family not receiving news of
me, and fearing that I might find myself in a difficult position from
the want of money, if any misfortune had happened to me during my
voyage, had written to all our agents in foreign countries, so that
anyone to whom I might present myself might give me, on my demand,
a sum adequate to supply my wants, and put me in a position, if I
wished it, to try my fortune where chance should have conducted me. He
concluded by adding that he held at my disposal the sum of 25,000f.,
and that he was ready to give it me immediately.

I thanked him, and only accepted three hundred piastres.

Some months passed, during which I made several agreeable
acquaintances, and perfected myself in the study of the Spanish
language.

On several occasions the consul had done me the kindness to inform me
that if I wished to leave for France, it would entirely depend upon my
own will; but each time, under some pretext or other. I declined his
offer, not being able to resolve to leave forever that land where I had
suffered so much, and to which, for that very reason, I was attached.

It is not with impunity that one has once tasted the wild pleasures
of independent, nomadic life, and breathed in liberty the embalmed
atmosphere of the high savannahs! I felt arising within me the passion
of an adventurer, and suffered a secret horror at the thought of
recommencing the colourless, circumscribed, and mean existence to which
European civilisation would have bound me.

And then I had bound myself in friendship with the gauchos. I made
excursions with them into the pampas, slept in their ranches,
hunted wild oxen and horses; all the poetry of the desert had taken
possession of me, and I only wished to return into the savannahs and
virgin forests, whatever might be the consequences to me of such a
determination.

In a word, one day, instead of embarking, as I had almost promised the
consul, I went to him, and explained my intentions.

The consul neither blamed me, nor gave me his approbation, but
contented himself with shaking his head with the melancholy smile of a
man in whom experience had killed all the illusions of youth, counted
out to me the sum I asked of him, shook my hand with a sigh of regret
and of pity, and, my business being at an end, I never saw him again.

Four days later, mounted on an excellent wild horse, and accompanied by
an Indian Guaranis, whom I had engaged to serve me as a guide, I left
Buenos Aires with the intention of proceeding by land to Brazil.

What business had I at Brazil?

I myself did not know.

But it is neither my history, nor that of my sensations, that I relate
here; all which precedes has no other design but that of preparing
for the recital, unhappily too true, that I now undertake, and which,
without that prelude, would not perhaps have been so clearly explained
as is necessary to its being clearly understood. Leaping, then, at a
single bound, over some hunting adventures of too little importance to
mention, I will transport myself to the banks of the Uruguay, a little
above the Salto, four months after my departure from Buenos Aires, and
I will enter immediately on the narrative.

After a rather fatiguing day, I stopped for the night in a pagonal,
half-inundated by reason of the sudden overflowing of the river, and
where it was necessary to go into the water nearly up to the horse's
belly, in order to gain a dry spot. For some days the Guaranis, whom
I had engaged at Buenos Aires, appeared to obey me with repugnance;
he was sad, morose, and answered only in monosyllables the questions
I was sometimes obliged to put to him. This turn of mind in my guide
disquieted me, as, knowing very well the character of the Indians, I
feared he might plot some treason against me; therefore, feigning not
to perceive his change of humour, I kept myself on my guard, resolved
to blow his brains out at the least hostile demonstration on his part.

As soon as we were encamped, the guide, notwithstanding the suspicions
I had conceived of him, manifested great activity in gathering dry wood
to light the fire for the evening, and to prepare our modest repast.

The supper over, each enveloped himself in his blanket, and gave
himself up to repose.

In the middle of the night I was suddenly awakened by a strange noise;
my first movement was to seize my gun, and to look around me.

I was alone; my guide had disappeared.

The night was dark, the fire extinguished; to complete my discomfiture,
my bivouac was about to be invaded by the waters of the river, the
overflowing of which continued with extreme rapidity.

I had not a moment to lose. I rose in haste, and leaping into the
saddle, I darted, with a loose rein, in the direction of a neighbouring
hill, the black outline of which was clearly marked on the sombre
background of the sky.

Here I was in comparative security. I passed the rest of the night
awake, as well to watch for the wild beasts, the howlings of which
I heard about the place where I had sought a refuge, as because my
present position had become critical--alone, abandoned in a desert
country, and completely ignorant of the route it was necessary to take.

On the rising of the sun, I examined the horizon around. As far as my
view could reach, reigned the most complete solitude; nothing gave me
ground for hope, so wild and desolate appeared the landscape.

This uncertainty, however, from a singular disposition of mind, did
not seriously affect me; my position, without being pleasant, had
nothing in it positively sad in itself. I possessed a good horse, arms,
supplies in abundance--what more could I desire? I, who for so long
a time had aspired to the adventurous life of the gaucho and of the
trapper?

Accordingly I took in good part the desertion of my guide, and prepared
myself, half laughing, half railing against the ingratitude of the
Guaranis, to commence my apprenticeship to the life of the desert.

My first care was to light a fire. I prepared a maté cimarron, that is
to say, without sugar; and, refreshed by this warm drink, I mounted my
horse, with the design of seeking my breakfast by killing a head or two
of game, an easy thing in the locality in which I found myself; then I
carelessly resumed my adventurous route.

Some days thus passed. One morning, at the moment when I was preparing
to light, or rather to rekindle, my bivouac fire to cook my breakfast,
I suddenly saw several venados rise from the midst of the high grass,
and, after having sniffed the wind, scamper away with extreme rapidity,
passing at a pistol shot from the thicket where I had established
myself for the night; at the same instant a flight of vultures passed
above my head, uttering discordant cries.

Novice as I still was in my new occupation, I instinctively understood
that something extraordinary was passing not far from me.

I made my horse lie down, tied my girdle round his nostrils to prevent
him neighing, and stretching myself on the ground, I waited with my
finger on the trigger of my gun, my heart palpitating, and eye and ear
on the watch. Carefully scanning the undulations of the high grass of
the plain stretched out before me, I was ready for every event.

I was crouching in the middle of a nearly impenetrable thicket. On
the outskirts of a wood which formed a kind of oasis in this desolate
wilderness, I found myself in an excellent ambuscade, and perfectly
sheltered from the danger I felt was approaching.

I did not deceive myself. Scarcely a quarter of an hour had passed
since the venados and the urubus had given me the first hint, than
the noise of a precipitate flight distinctly reached my ear. I soon
perceived a horseman lying on the neck of his horse, flying with wild
rapidity, and coming in a straight line towards the wood in which I was
concealed.

The horseman, when he had come within twenty paces, suddenly pulled
up his horse, leaped to the ground, and making a shelter of a rocky
projection, shrouded by a cluster of trees, loaded his gun, and,
leaning his body forward, appeared to listen to the sounds of the
desert.

This man, as far as it was possible for me to assure myself of it by a
hasty glance at him, appeared to belong to the white race; he was about
thirty-five or forty years of age; his energetic features, animated by
his rapid journey, and by emotion, were handsome, regular, stamped with
a certain nobility, and uncommon boldness; his figure was rather below
the middle height, but well made; his large shoulders denoted great
vigour; he wore the costume of the gauchos of the Banda Oriental, a
costume that I had myself adopted--a maroon jacket, a white waistcoat,
a sky blue chirapa, white calzoncillos with fringe, under blue cloth
trousers, a poncho thrown over the left shoulder, a knife sheathed
in the girdle of the chirapa behind his back, a red Phrygian bonnet,
slouched over the forehead, and allowing to escape ringlets of thick
black hair, which fell in disorder on his shoulders.

Suddenly the man threw himself backward, put his knee to the ground,
and shouldered his gun.

Ten horsemen started up, as if by enchantment, emerging with extreme
rapidity from the grass which, up to that time, had concealed them from
my view, and precipitated themselves, brandishing their long lances,
flourishing their terrible bolas above their heads, and howling with
fury, as they looked towards the spot where the gaucho was in ambush.

These horsemen were Indiæ bravos.




CHAPTER II.

THE GAUCHO.


The Indians stopped within gunshot of the spot where the gaucho and
I were concealed; they appeared to be consulting amongst themselves
before commencing the attack.

These Indians, thus grouped, formed in the midst of the arid desert,
of which they were the veritable kings, a most singular and at the
same time a most picturesque tableau, with their noble and animated
gestures, their tall and elegant figures, their well-proportioned
limbs, and their ferocious appearance.

Half-clothed with ponchos in rags, and with pieces of frazada, fastened
by leathern strings round their bodies, they brandished their long
lances, garnished with iron blades, and ornamented near the points with
tufts of ostrich feathers.

Their chief, still young, had great black eyes veiled by long black
eyelashes; his high cheekbones, surrounded by a mass of sleek and
flowing hair, fastened on the forehead by a narrow band of red wool;
his mouth, large and furnished with brilliant white teeth, which
contrasted with the red hue of his skin, impressed on his physiognomy
the stamp of remarkable vigour and intelligence. Although he knew that
he was but a little distance from the spot where the gaucho was in
ambuscade, and that consequently he was exposed to the danger of being
struck by a ball, nevertheless, openly exposing himself to the attack
of his enemy, he affected a carelessness and a contempt for the peril
by which he was threatened, which was not wanting in grandeur.

After a tolerably long discussion, the chief urged his horse forward,
and advanced without hesitation towards the rock.

Arrived at about ten paces from it, he stopped, and supporting himself
carelessly on the long lance which he held in his hand:

"Why does the white huntsman earth himself like a timid viscacha?" said
he, elevating his voice and addressing the gaucho; "The Aucas warriors
are before him: let him come out from his ambuscade, and let him show
that he is not a frightened and babbling old woman, but a brave man."

The chief waited an instant; then he resumed in a mocking voice:

"Come, my warriors are deceived, they thought to have unearthed a bold
jaguar, and it is but a dog returning from the pampa that they are
about to attack."

The eye of the gaucho flashed at the insult; he applied his finger to
the trigger, and the charge flew.

But, sudden and unexpected as had been his movement, the wily Indian
had foreseen it, or rather had guessed it; he threw himself rapidly on
one side, there bounding in advance with the elasticity and certainty
of a wild beast, he alighted in front of the gaucho, with whom he
closed.

The two men rolled on the ground, grappling each other with fury.

Meanwhile, at the sound of the shot, the Indians had uttered their war
cry, and had darted forward with the design of supporting their chief.

The gaucho seemed, therefore, doomed. If even he could have succeeded
in overcoming the chief against whom he was fighting, he would
evidently have had to succumb to the attack of ten Indians.

At that moment I do not know what revulsion of feeling seized me. I
forgot the danger to which I exposed myself in discovering my retreat,
and instinctively putting the gun to my shoulder I fired my two shots,
followed immediately by the explosion of two pistols and darting from
my retreat, my two other pistols in hand, I discharged them close to
the breasts of the horsemen, who came down upon me like a thunderbolt.

The Indians, surprised and frightened by this fusillade, which they
could not foresee, since they believed they had but a single adversary
to fight, turned about and escaped in every direction, uttering cries
of fright, abandoning not only their chief, who was occupied with
defending himself against the gaucho, but also the corpses of four of
their companions, struck by my balls. While I was loading my gun, I saw
two other Indians fall from their horses.

Certain of not having anything more to fear in that direction, I ran
towards the gaucho in order to render him assistance, if it were
necessary, but at the moment I reached him the blade of his knife
entirely disappeared in the throat of the Indian chief.

The latter expired, his eye fixed on his enemy, without trying even to
ward off the blow.

The gaucho withdrew his knife from the wound, plunged its blade several
times in the earth, to cleanse it from the blood with which it was
soiled, then quietly replacing his knife in his chirapa, he rose and
turned towards me.

His countenance had not changed; he still preserved that expression of
cold impassability and of implacable courage that I had at first seen
in him; only his face was more pale, and some drops of perspiration
stood like pearls on his temples.

"Thank you, caballero," said he to me, holding out his hand; "to the
revenging charge! ¡Vive Dios! It was time that you came. Without your
brave assistance I avow I should have been a dead man."

These words had been uttered in Spanish, but with an accent which
denoted a foreign origin.

"I had arrived before you," I answered, "or rather had passed the night
at a few paces only from the spot where chance so fortunately led me."

"Chance," he replied, gently shaking his head, "chance is a word
invented by the strong minds of towns. We of the desert ignore it. It
is God only, who desiring to save me, led me to you."

I bowed affirmatively. This man appeared to me still greater at that
moment, with his simple faith and genuine humility, than when he was
preparing to fight singly against ten men.

"Besides," added he, speaking to himself, "I knew that God would
not allow me to fall today. Every man in this world has a task to
accomplish. I have not yet fulfilled mine. But pardon," said he to me,
changing his tone, and trying to smile, "I am saying to you now words
which must appear, without doubt, very strange, especially at this
moment, when we have to think of things more important than to commence
a philosophic discussion. Let us see what has become of our enemies?
Although we may be two resolute men now, if the desire of returning
seizes them we should be hard put to it to rid ourselves of them."

And without waiting for any answer, he left the wood, taking at the
same time the precaution to reload his gun as he walked.

I followed him in silence, not knowing what to think of the strange
companion whom I had so singularly found, and asking myself who this
man could be who, by his manner, his language, and the turn of his
mind, appeared so much above the position which the clothes he wore,
and the place where he was, appeared to assign to him.

The gaucho, after assuring himself that the Indians remaining on the
battlefield were dead, ascended a tolerably elevated hill, scanned the
horizon on all sides for a considerable time, and then returned towards
me, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"We have nothing to fear at present," said he to me. "However, I think
we shall act prudently in not remaining here any longer. Which way are
you going?"

"Upon my word," I answered him frankly, "I avow that I do not know."
Notwithstanding his apparent coolness, he allowed a gesture of surprise
to escape him.

"What!" said he, "You do not know?"

"No! Strange as it may appear to you, it is so. I know not where I am,
nor where I am going."

"Come, come; that's a joke, is it not? For some motive or other you do
not wish--which shows your prudence--to acquaint me with the object of
your travel; but it is impossible that you do not really know in what
spot you are, and the place to which you are going."

"I repeat to you, caballero, that what I tell you is true. I have no
motive for concealing the object of my travel; I am merely wandering on
account of the unfaithfulness of a guide whom I had engaged, and who
abandoned me some days ago."

He reflected an instant, then taking me cordially by the hand:

"Pardon me the absurd suspicions of which I am ashamed," said he, "but
the situation in which I find myself must be my excuse; let us mount
our horses, and get away from here. While we are on the road, we can
talk; I hope soon you will know me better."

"I need not know you more," I replied; "from the first moment I felt
myself attached to you."

"Thank you," said he, smiling. "To horse, to horse! We have a long
journey to make."

Five minutes later we were galloping away, leaving to the vultures
that already wheeled in large circles above our heads with harsh and
discordant cries, the corpses of the Indians killed during the combat.

While we were proceeding, I related to the gaucho my life and
adventures, as far as I thought necessary he should know. This recital
pleased him by its singularity.

It was easy to perceive that, notwithstanding the brusque and sometimes
even harsh manner he affected, this man possessed a profound knowledge
of the human heart, and great practical knowledge of life; and that
he had for a long time frequented not only the best American society,
but also visited Europe with advantage, and seen the world under its
most varied phases. His elevated thoughts, always characterised by
nobility of mind, his good sense, his lively, vigorous, and attractive
conversation, interested me in him more and more; and although he kept
the most complete silence as regards his personal circumstances, and
had not even told me his name, I nevertheless felt the sentiment of
sympathy with which he had at first inspired me continually increasing.

We passed the whole day laughing and talking, at the same time rapidly
advancing towards the rancho where we were to pass the night.

"Look," said the gaucho to me, pointing out a slight column of smoke,
which was ascending spirally towards the sky; "that is where we are
going, and in a quarter of an hour we shall be there."

"Thank God," I answered, "for I begin to feel fatigued."

"Yes," said he to me, "you have not yet become used to long journeys;
but patience, in a few days you will think nothing of it."

"I hope so."

"By-the-bye," said he, as if the thought suddenly occurred to him, "you
have not yet told me the name of the pícaro who abandoned you."

"Robbing me of a gun, a sabre, and a horse--things for which I have
ceased to grieve."

"How is that?"

"Why, because it is probable that the bribón will not bring them back
to me."

"You are wrong to think that; although the desert may be large, a
rascal cannot so easily conceal himself there as you think."

"What good would it do to find him?"

"You do not know what may happen; perhaps someday I shall come across
him."

"That is true; they call him, in Buenos Aires, Pigacha, but his real
name among his own people is the Venado; he is blind of the right eye.
I hope that is sufficient description," I added.

"I believe so," answered he; "and I promise you if I meet him I shall
recognise him. But here we are."

In fact, at twenty paces before me appeared a rancho, the complete
outline of which the first shades of night prevented me from making
out, but the sight of which, after a fatiguing day, and especially
after the wild life to which I had been so long condemned, rejoiced my
heart in giving rise to the hope of that frank and cordial hospitality
which is never refused in the pampa.

Already the dogs hailed our arrival with their deafening bark, and
leaped furiously around our horses. We were obliged to give them a
taste of the whip, and soon our horses stopped before the entrance to
the rancho, where a man was standing with a lighted torch in one hand,
and a gun in the other. This man was tall, with bold features, and a
bronzed complexion lit up by the ruddy reflection of the torch which
he held above his head gave me a good idea, with his athletic form and
wild appearance, of the true gaucho of the pampas. On perceiving my
companion, he bowed deferentially.

"I hail you, most pure Mary," he said.

"Conceived without sin."

"Can we enter, Don Torribio?"

"Enter, Señor Don Zeno Cabral; this house and all it contains belongs
to you."

We dismounted without asking anything further, and after a young man
of eighteen or twenty, half-naked, who had run out at the call of his
master or father--I did not get to know which--had taken the bridle of
our horses and had led them away, we entered, followed by the dogs who
had so noisily announced our arrival, and who, instead of being hostile
to us, leaped around us with signs of pleasure.

This habitation, like all those of the gauchos, was a hut of earth
intermingled with reeds, covered with straw; constructed, in fact, with
all the primitive simplicity of the desert.

A bed formed of four stakes driven into the earth, supporting a hurdle
of reed or strip of leather interlaced, on which was placed, like a
European mattress, the untanned skin of an ox; some other hides laid
on the floor near the wall for the children's beds, some bolas, some
lazos, the indispensable arms of the gauchos, some horses' harness hung
from stakes of wood pierced in the wall of the rancho, formed the only
furniture of the inner room.

As to the first room, its furniture was simpler still, if possible;
it was composed of a hurdle of reeds, supported by six stakes, and
serving for a sofa, the heads of two oxen in the place of an armchair,
a little barrel of water, a brass kettle, some gourds serving for
drinking vessels, a wooden bowl, and an iron spit stuck vertically
before the fireplace, which was in the very middle of the apartment.

We have described this rancho thus minutely, because all resemble one
another in the pampa, and are, so to speak, constructed on the same
model.

Only, as this one belonged to a comparatively rich man, apart from the
main building, and at about twenty yards' distance, there was another
used as a magazine for the hides and the meats that were to be dried,
and surrounded by a tolerably extensive hedge about three yards high,
forming the corral, behind which the horses were sheltered.

The honours of the rancho were done for us by two ladies, whom the
gaucho introduced to us as his wife and daughter.

The latter, about fifteen years of age, was tall, well made, and
endowed with a rather uncommon beauty; she was named Eva, as I
afterwards learned; her mother, though still young--she was at the most
thirty years of age--had now only the fugitive remains of a beauty
which had been very remarkable once.

My companion appeared to be an intimate friend of the ranchero and his
family, by whom he was received with signs of the utmost pleasure,
moderated by a cloud of respect and almost fear.

On his side, don Zeno Cabral--for I at last knew his name--acted
towards them with patronising unceremoniousness.

The reception was what it ought to be, that is to say, most frank and
cordial. These honest people only studied to be agreeable to us; the
least thanks on our part filled them with joy.

Our repast, which we ate with a good appetite, was composed as usual of
the asado, or roast beef, of goya cheese, and of harina, or the flour
of mandioca the whole moistened by some libations of caña or sugar
brandy, which, under the name of traguitos, little draughts, circulated
freely, and finished by putting us in good humour.

As a compliment to this repast, much more comfortable than doubtless
the European reader will suppose, when our cigarettes were lighted,
doña Eva took down a guitar, and after having presented it to her
father, who, smoking all the while, commenced to prelude with his
four fingers united, she danced before us with that grace and that
elasticity which only belong to the women of South America, a cielito,
followed immediately by a montonera. Then the young man, of whom I have
already had occasion to speak, and who was not the servant but the son
of the ranchero, sang with a fresh, full, musical voice, and with an
expression which went to our hearts.

A strange incident then occurred, the meaning of which I could not
understand. Don Quino, the young man, sang with inexpressible passion
these charming verses of Quintana:--

    Feliz aquel que junto a tí suspira,
    Que el dulce nectar de tu risa bebe.
    Que a demandarte compasión se atreve,
    Y blandamente palpitar te mira.[1]

Suddenly don Zeno became pale as death, a nervous trembling agitated
his whole body, and two burning tears burst from his eyes; however,
he kept the most profound silence, but the young man perceiving the
effect produced upon their guest by the verses which he was singing,
immediately struck up a joyous jarana, which soon brought back the
smile on the pale lips of the gaucho.


[1] Happy he who sighs near thee, who drinks the sweet nectar of thy
smile, who dares to ask pity of thee, and sees thee gently agitated.




CHAPTER III.

THE RANCHO.


On the morrow, at the rising of the sun I was up, but early as I had
been, my companion was before me: his place near me was empty.

I went out hoping to meet him, but could not see him.

The country around me was deserted and calm as on the day of the
creation; the dogs, vigilant sentinels, who during the night had
watched over our repose, rose and came to caress me with joyful growls.
The aspect of the pampa[1] is the most picturesque at the rising of
the sun. A profound silence reigns over the desert; it would seem that
nature gathers and resumes her powers at the dawn of the day which
is commencing. The fresh morning breeze flutters gently through the
tall grass, which it bends by its light and cadenced movements. Here
and there the venados raise their timid heads, and throw around them
frightened glances. The birds, crouched for warmth under the foliage,
prelude with some timorous notes their morning hymn. On the little
heaps of sand formed by the holes of the viscachas, little belated
owls, stationary as sentinels, and half-asleep, winked their eyes in
the rays of the morning star, sinking their round heads in the feathers
of their necks; whilst, high up in the air the urubus and the caracaras
wheel in large circles, balancing themselves carelessly at their ease
on their wings, and seeking the prey on which they will fall with the
rapidity of a thunderbolt.

The pampa at this moment resembles a sea with its green and calm
waters, the shores of which are hidden behind the horizon.

I sat down on a green mound; while smoking a cigarette I fell into
reflection, and was soon completely absorbed by my thoughts.

I was suddenly aroused, however, by a voice which burst upon me in a
tone of good humour. I turned round sharply.

Don Torribio was near me.

"Hola, caballero!" he said, "The pampa is beautiful at the rising of
the sun, is it not?"

"It is indeed," I answered, without knowing exactly what I said.

"Have you passed a good night?"

"Excellent; thanks to your generous hospitality."

"Do not let us speak of that. I have done what I could; unfortunately,
the reception has been poor enough. Times are hard. Only four or five
years ago it would have been different; but from him who does all he
can, people cannot ask more."

"I am far from complaining--on the contrary. But you are returning from
a walk, it seems to me?"

"Yes, I have been to give an eye to my oxen which are at pasture. But,"
added he, raising his eyes to the sky and mentally calculating the
height of the sun, "it is time to breakfast. Will you return with me?"

"I do not ask anything better; only I do not see my companion. It
appears to me that it would ill become me not to wait breakfast for
him."

"If that is all that hinders you," said the gaucho, laughing, "you can
eat without fear."

"He is about to return?" I asked.

"On the contrary, he will not return."

"How is that?" I cried with surprise, mingled with uneasiness; "He is
gone away?"

"Already more than three hours ago. But," he added, "we shall see him
again soon; he wished to speak to you about it before mounting his
horse; but, on reflecting on it, you appeared so fatigued yesterday
evening that he preferred to allow you to sleep--sleep is so good."

"He will return without doubt, soon?"

"I cannot say so exactly. In any case he will not long delay; we shall
see him again this evening or tomorrow."

"The devil! What am I to do, I who reckoned on him?"

"How is that?"

"Why, to tell me the route I ought to take."

"If that is all, there is no reason why you should torment yourself; he
has requested me to beg you not to quit the rancho before his return."

"But I fear to discommode you. You are not rich, as you yourself have
told me."

"Señor," answered the gaucho, with dignity, "strangers are envoys from
God. Even if it might please you to live a month in my humble rancho, I
should be happy and proud of your presence in my family. Do not say any
more, I beg you."

What more could I object? Nothing. I resigned myself, therefore, to
wait until the return of don Zeno.

The breakfast was pleasant enough; the ladies exerted themselves to
bring out my good humour, by loading me with cares and attentions.

Immediately after the meal, as don Torribio prepared to mount his
horse, I asked to accompany him. He agreed; I saddled my horse and we
set out at a gallop across the pampa.

My design in accompanying the gaucho was not to have an agreeable
ride, but to take advantage of our being together alone, to lead the
conversation to my companion, whom he appeared to know very well, so as
to obtain certain information which would enable me to form an opinion
on that singular man.

But all my efforts were vain, all my finesse absolutely lost; the
gaucho knew nothing, or, which is more probable, did not wish to tell
me anything. The man who was so communicative, and so inclined to
relate, often in a too prolix fashion, his own affairs, preserved a
discretion proof against everything, and a reticence which made me
despair when I turned the conversation to don Zeno Cabral.

He answered me only by monosyllables, or by the exclamation, "¿Quién
sabe?" (Who knows?).

Wearied with my efforts, I gave up pressing him any more, and resigned
myself to speaking only of his flocks.

Towards three o'clock in the afternoon don Torribio informed me that
our journey was at an end, and that we were about to return to the
rancho, from which we were then distant four or five leagues.

A ride of five leagues, after a day passed in an adventurous gallop, is
but a trifle for gauchos mounted on the untiring horses of the pampa.

Our horses brought us in less than two hours in sight of the rancho,
without a hair being moistened.

A horseman advanced at full speed to meet us.

This horseman--I recognised him immediately with feelings of joy--was
don Zeno Cabral.

"There you are, then," said he, riding up by the side of us, "I have
been waiting for you for an hour." Then, addressing me, he added, "I
bring you a surprise, which I think will be agreeable to you."

"A surprise," I cried, "what is it?"

"You shall see; I am convinced you will thank me."

"I thank you in advance," I answered, "without seeking to guess of what
character this surprise is."

"Look," answered he, stretching out his arm in the direction of the
rancho.

"My guide," I cried; recognising my rascal of an Indian, firmly tied to
a tree.

"Himself! What do you think of that?"

"Upon my word, it appears to be a marvel; I cannot understand how you
have been able to meet with him."

"Oh! That is not so difficult as you suppose, especially with the
information you gave me. All these vagabonds are of the family of wild
beasts; they have hiding places from which they never go far. For a
man habituated to the pampa, nothing is more easy than to put his
hand upon them; this one, especially, trusting to your ignorance of
the desert, did not take the trouble to conceal himself. He travelled
openly and quietly, persuaded that you would not dream of pursuing him.
This confidence, however, has ruined him, and I leave you to guess his
fright when I surprised him unawares."

"All that is very well," I answered; "but what do you wish that I
should do with this pícaro?"

"What!" he cried with astonishment, "What do I wish you to do? I wish
that you should first correct him, in a style he will remember; then,
as you have engaged him to serve as guide as far as Brazil, and as he
has received in advance a part of the price agreed on, he must fulfil
his engagement."

"I confess I have no great confidence in his future faithfulness."

"You are in error; you do not know the Manso Indians. This man, when
once he has been corrected, will serve you faithfully; you may safely
trust me for that."

"I will do so willingly, but this punishment, whatever it may be, I
confess I feel incapable of administering it to him."

"Oh, don't let that disturb you; here is our friend, Don Torribio, who
has not so tender a heart as you."

"I ask nothing more than to be agreeable to you," said don Torribio, in
confirmation.

We arrived at that moment close to the prisoner; the poor fellow who
doubtless knew what awaited him, had a very disconsolate air, and was
very ill at ease.

Don Zeno approached the prisoner, while with an imperturbable coolness.
Don Torribio occupied himself by doubling up his laço several times in
his right hand.

"Listen, pícaro," said don Zeno, to the attentive Indian; "this
caballero engaged you at Buenos Aires; not only have you basely
abandoned him in the pampa, but you have robbed him; you merit
punishment, and that punishment you are about to receive. Don Torribio,
my dear sir, will you, I beg, apply fifty strokes of the laço on the
shoulders of this bribón."

The Indian did not answer a word; the gaucho then approached, and with
the conscientiousness with which he did everything, he raised his laço,
which fell whizzing on the shoulders of the poor fellow, on which it
made a bluish stripe.

The Indian did not make a movement; he did not utter a cry.

As to me, I suffered inwardly, but I did not dare to interfere.

Don Zeno Cabral reckoned without emotion the strokes as they fell, one
by one.

At the eleventh the blood started out.

The gaucho did not stop.

The Indian, although his flesh quivered under the blows which came more
and more rapidly, preserved his stony impassibility.

The fifty blows to which the guide had been condemned by the implacable
don Zeno were administered by the gaucho without one being missed. At
the thirty-second, notwithstanding all his courage, the Indian had lost
consciousness, but that, notwithstanding my entreaty, did not interrupt
the chastisement.

"Stop," at last, said don Zeno, when the number was complete, "unbind
him."

The ties were cut and the body of the poor fellow fell helplessly on
the sand.

The son of the gaucho then approached, rubbed with beef fat, water, and
vinegar the bleeding wounds of the Indian--threw his poncho over his
shoulders and then left him.

"But that man has fainted," I cried.

"Bah," said don Zeno, "do not trouble yourself about that. Those
fellows have a tough hide. Let us go and dine."

This cold cruelty disgusted me; however, I refrained from any remark,
and I entered into the rancho. I was still a novice; but I was to
witness, at a later period, scenes compared with which this was but
child's play.

After dinner, which, contrary to custom, was prolonged for a
considerable time, don Zeno ordered the son of the gaucho to bring in
the guide.

He entered in a minute. Don Zeno looked at him for some seconds with
attention, and then said--

"Do you admit you have merited the punishment I have inflicted?"

"I admit it," answered the Indian, in a sulky voice.

"You are aware that I know where to find you?"

"I know it."

"If at my request this caballero agrees to pardon you, will you be
faithful to him?"

"Yes, but on one condition."

"I do not wish for conditions on your part, bribón," replied don Zeno.
"You deserve the garotte. Now answer my question."

"What question?"

"Will you be faithful?"

"Yes."

"I shall know it; chastisement or reward I shall charge with giving
you; you understand?"

"I understand."

"Now listen to me; your master and you will leave here tomorrow, at
sunrise; nine days hence he must be at the fazenda do Rio d'Ouro."

"He shall be there."

"No equivocation between us; you understand."

"I have promised," coldly answered the Indian.

"Good; drink this trago de caña to revive you from the blows you have
received, and go to sleep."

The guide seized the gourd don Zeno offered him, emptied it in a
draught with evident satisfaction, and withdrew without uttering a
word.

When he had gone out, I addressed myself to don Zeno with the most
indifferent air I could affect.

"All that is very good," I said; "but I vow, Señor, that
notwithstanding his promises, I have not the least confidence in that
fellow."

"You are wrong, Señor," he answered me; "he will serve you faithfully;
not from affection, but from fear. He knows very well that if anything
happens to you he will have a sharp reckoning with me."

"Hum," murmured I, "that only half assures me; but why, if, as you
have allowed me to guess, you are again going towards the Brazilian
frontiers, do you not permit me to accompany you?"

"That was my intention, but unhappily certain reasons, with which it
would be useless to acquaint you, render the execution of this project
impossible. However, I reckon on seeing you at the fazenda do Rio
d'Ouro, where probably I shall arrive before you. In any case, will
you remain there till I have seen you, and then perhaps it will be
permitted to me to acknowledge, as I have an earnest desire to do, the
great service you have rendered me."

"I will wait for you, since you desire it, Señor," I answered, boldly
accepting these new circumstances, "not to remind you of the event
to which you allude, but because I should be happy to become more
intimately acquainted with you."

On the next day, at sunrise, I rose, and after having affectionately
taken leave of the people who had so well received me, and whom I
thought I should never see again, I left the rancho without being able
to bid adieu to don Zeno Cabral.


[1] The word pampa belongs to the Quechua language, language of the
Incas. It signifies flat country, savannah, or great plain.




CHAPTER IV.

THE FAZENDA DO RIO D'OURO.


My journey was continued thus under rather singular circumstances--at
the mercy of an Indian whose perfidy had been already abundantly
proved, and from whom I could expect no good.

However, I was well armed, vigorous, resolute, and set out in pretty
good spirits, convinced that my guide would never attack me to my face.

I beg to state that I was wrong in attributing bad intentions to the
poor Indian, and that my precautions were unnecessary. Don Torribio and
don Zeno Cabral had said the truth; the rude correction inflicted on my
Guaranis had had the most salutary influence on him, and had entirely
modified his intentions towards me.

He became more lively, more amiable, and especially more of a talker;
I took advantage of this change in his disposition to sound him with
regard to don Zeno Cabral.

This time also I completely failed, not because the Indian refused to
answer me, but on account of his ignorance. In a few words, this is all
I succeeded in learning.

Don Zeno Cabral was well known, and especially much feared by all the
Indians who live on the desert, and who unceasingly traverse it in
every direction. He was to them a strange, mysterious, incomprehensible
being, whose power was very great. No one knew his regular abode; he
almost possessed the attribute of ubiquity, for he had been seen at
distances far removed from each other almost at the same time; the
Indians had often laid traps to kill him without ever having succeeded
in inflicting on him the slightest wound.

He often disappeared for months together without their knowing what had
become of him, then they saw him suddenly camped in their midst without
their knowing how he had arrived there.

On the whole, the Indians, apart from the respectful fear he had
inspired in them, for the most part were much indebted to him; no one
better than he knew how to cure those maladies supposed to be incurable
by their sorcerers.

This information, if I can so call the timid and superstitious
ramblings of my guide, left me more perplexed than I was before with
regard to this man, whom everything tended to surround in my eyes with
a mysterious halo.

A word uttered, perhaps, by chance by the Indian aroused still more my
insatiable curiosity.

"He is a Paulista," he said to me, in a subdued voice, looking
cautiously around him, as if he feared that this word might fall upon
an indiscreet ear.

On several occasions during my stay at Buenos Aires, I had heard of the
Paulistas: the information which had been given me with regard to them,
although for the most part very incomplete and erroneous, had, however,
greatly excited my curiosity.

The Paulistas, or Vicentistas, for these two names are indifferently
applied to the early historians, first settled in the vast and
magnificent plains of Piratininga. There was then organised under the
intelligent and paternal direction of the two Jesuits, Antieta and
Nobrega, a colony within a colony--a sort of half barbarous metropolis,
which owes to its courage a continually increasing prosperity and
influence, and the exploits of which if some day they are related, will
form, I am convinced, a most interesting chapter in the history of
Brazil.

Thanks to the intervention of the Jesuits in Brazil, the Europeans did
not disdain to ally themselves with those strong and bellicose Indian
races who so long held the Portuguese in check, and sometimes drove
back the conquerors.

From these alliances there arose a warlike race--brave, inured to all
kinds of fatigue, and remarkably daring, who, well governed, produced
the Paulistas.

Several serious charges are laid at their door; they have been accused
from the very foundation of their colony of having shown an indomitable
and independent disposition, an affected disdain for the laws of the
mother city, and an unheard-of pride towards the other colonists.

To these accusations the Paulistas have given the most complete denial.

The province of St. Paul, peopled by them alone, is now the most
civilised, the most industrious, and the richest in Brazil.

I urged my journey as much as possible, the rather because my guide had
informed me that the fazenda do Rio d'Ouro, where don Zeno Cabral had
given me a rendezvous, was situated on the frontier of the province of
St. Paul, of which it was one of the richest and most vast achievements.

In order the more quickly to reach the end of our long journey, my
guide, notwithstanding the difficulties of the way, had led us along
the inundated banks of the Rio Uruguai.

On the fourth day after our departure from the rancho, we reached the
Aldea of Santa Anna, the first Brazilian station in ascending the river.

The excessive rise of the river had caused terrible ravages in this
miserable village, composed of scarcely a dozen ranchos. Several had
been carried away by the waters, the remainder were threatened with
speedy inundation; the poor inhabitants, reduced to the most frightful
distress, were camped on a little hill, awaiting the withdrawal of the
waters.

Nevertheless, these poor people, spite of their misery, received us in
the most hospitable way, placing at our disposal everything they could
furnish us with.

It was with an unspeakable pang of the heart and profound gratitude
that on the next day at sunrise I left these good people, who
overwhelmed us at our departure with wishes for the success of our
journey.

I continued to advance through a charming and varied landscape. Three
days after my halt at Santa Anna, about two o'clock in the afternoon,
at an angle of the route, I suddenly turned my head, and in spite of
myself I stopped, uttering a cry of admiration at the unexpected sight
of the most delicious country I had ever contemplated.

My Guaranis smiled with joy. It was to him that I owed this splendid
surprise, which he had been preparing for me for some hours by inducing
me to take, under pretext of shortening the journey, concealed paths
through almost impenetrable woods.

Before me, almost at my feet, for I had stopped on the summit of an
elevated hill, extended--enclosed in a horizon of verdure, formed
by a belt of virgin forest--a landscape of about ten leagues in
circumference, of which, thanks to my position, my eye took in the
minutest details. About the centre of this landscape, over an extent
of two leagues, was a lake, the transparent waters of which were an
emerald green in colour--the wooded and beautiful picturesque mountains
which surrounded it were covered in some places with plantations.

We were on the spot where the Curitiba or Guazu, a rather important
river, an affluent of the Parana, that we had reached, after having
traversed the Paso de los Infieles, enters the lake.

At the entry of the Guazu I perceived an isle which my guide assured
me had formerly floated, but which had by degrees approached the bank,
where it had become fixed. At first formed by aquatic plants, the
vegetable earth had been heaped up there, and now it is covered with
pretty thick wood. Then, in the distance, in the midst of a ravine
between two hills covered with wood, I perceived a considerable number
of buildings raised like an amphitheatre, and surmounted by a tall
steeple.

Below the rugged steep, on the summit of which these buildings were
situated, the Guazu rushed along, struggling over the obstacles that
abrupt rocks, covered with a verdant lichen, opposed to its course;
then, dividing into several arms, it lost itself, after innumerable
meanderings, in the sombre valleys which stretched right and left. I
could not take my eyes from the spectacle of nature in this grand,
wild, and really imposing form. I remained there as though fascinated,
not caring either to advance or recede, so great was the emotion that
I experienced, and, forgetting everything, still looking without being
satiated at this splendid view, to which nothing can be compared.

"How beautiful!" I cried.

"Is it not?" replied the guide.

"What is this magnificent country called?"

"Do you not know, mi amo?" said the Indian.

"How should I know, when I come here today for the first time?"

"Why, because this country is well known, mi amo," replied he; "people
come from long distances to see it."

"I doubt it not, but I should like to know its name."

"You see before you the fazenda do Rio d'Ouro; in former days all these
mountains that you see were filled with gold and precious stones."

"And now?" I asked, interested in spite of myself.

"Oh, now they do not work the mines; they are exhausted or inundated
with water. The master pretends that it is much better to work the
earth."

"He is not wrong. What is the name of the good man who reasons so
judiciously?"

"I do not know, mi amo; they pretend that the fazenda, and all the
lands appertaining to it, belong to don Zeno Cabral, but I should not
dare to assert it; but, for that matter, it would not astonish me, for
singular things are related as to what passes in the caldeiras that
you see down there," added he, pointing with his finger to three round
holes in the form of a funnel, pierced in the rocks.

"What do they relate, then, that is so extraordinary?"

"Oh, frightful things, mi amo, and things which I, a poor Indian,
should never dare to repeat."

It was in vain I pressed my guide to explain himself; I could only draw
from him ejaculations of fright, accompanied by innumerable signs of
the cross. Wearied of doing so, I gave up asking any farther about a
subject which appeared to displease him so much.

"In what time will we arrive at the fazenda?" I asked.

"In four hours, mi amo."

"Do you think that don Zeno will already have arrived, and that we
shall meet him?"

"Who knows, mi amo? If the señor don Zeno wishes to have arrived there,
he will be there."

Beaten on this point as on the first, I finally gave up asking my guide
questions, to which, according to his pleasure, he made such ridiculous
answers, and I confined myself to giving him the order to proceed.

By degrees, as we ascended the valley, the landscape changed, and
assumed aspects of a striking character. I thus traversed, without
perceiving it, the pretty considerable space which separated me from
the fazenda.

At the moment when we began to ascend a rather wide and well-kept path
that conducted to the first buildings, I perceived a horseman who was
galloping towards me at full speed.

My guide touched me lightly on the arm with a quiver of fear.

"Do you not recognise him? It is the seigneur don Zeno Cabral."

"Impossible!" I cried.

The Indian shook his head several times.

"Nothing is impossible to señor Zeno," murmured he, in an undertone.

I looked more attentively; I recognised, indeed, don Zeno Cabral, my
old companion of the pampa. He wore the same costume as at our first
meeting.

In a minute he was near me.

"Welcome to the fazenda do Rio d'Ouro," said he to me joyfully, holding
out his right hand, which I grasped cordially; "have you had a good
journey?"

"Excellent, I thank you, although very fatiguing. But," added I,
noticing a slight smile on his lips, "although I do not yet rank myself
with a traveller of your calibre, I begin to be perfectly accustomed to
it; moreover, the aspect of your beautiful country has completely made
me forget my fatigue."

"Is it not beautiful?" said he with pride; "And does it not merit to be
seen and appreciated?"

"Certainly."

"You have been satisfied with this bribón, I suppose," said he, turning
towards the guide, who kept himself modestly and timidly in the
background.

"Quite satisfied; he has completely redeemed his fault."

"I knew it already, but I am happy to hear you say so, that puts me on
good terms with him."

"Go on ahead, pícaro, and announce our arrival."

The Indian did not wait for a repetition of the order.

"These Indians are singular characters," said don Zeno, looking after
him "you can only subdue them by threatening them with harshness; but,
on the whole, they are not bad."

"You except without doubt," I answered, smiling, "those who wished to
do you so bad a turn when I had the pleasure of meeting you."

"Why should I do that? The poor devils acted with good intentions, from
the point of view produced by their narrow ideas."

"Do you not fear to become one day the victim of their perfidy?"

"It will be as it shall please God; as to me, I shall accomplish the
mission that I have imposed upon myself; but never mind that, you will
remain some time with us, will you not, Don Gustavio?"

"Two or three days only," I answered.

"You are in a great hurry," said my host.

"By no means; I am absolutely master of my time."

"Then, why do you wish to leave us so quickly?"

"Why," I replied, not knowing exactly what to say, "I am afraid of
discommoding you."

"Don Gustavio," said don Zeno Cabral, "abandon once for all those
European fashions, which are out of place here; you cannot discommode
a man like me, whose fortune amounts to millions of piastres, who is
master, under God, of a territory of more than thirty square leagues,
and who commands more than two thousand white, red, and black people.
In accepting frankly the hospitality that such a man freely offers you,
as to a friend and a brother, you do him honour."

"Upon my word," I answered, "my dear host, you have a style of doing
things which makes a refusal absolutely impossible, so do with me as
you like."

"Well and good, that's speaking plainly, without circumlocution or
reticence. But make yourself easy; perhaps even if your vagabond
notions still possess your heart, I shall make, some days hence, a
proposition which will make you smile."

"What?" I eagerly exclaimed.

"I will tell you, but hush! Here we are arrived."

Five minutes later, indeed, we entered the fazenda, between a double
row of servants.

I shall not dilate on the style in which hospitality was offered me in
this truly princely abode.

Some days passed, during which my host endeavoured in every way to
amuse me.

However, notwithstanding all his efforts to appear cheerful, I remarked
that something weighed on his mind. I did not dare to ask him about it,
fearing to appear impertinent, but I waited with impatience till he
afforded me an opportunity to satisfy my curiosity, by asking him some
questions which I had continually on my lips, and which I with great
difficulty repressed.

At last, one evening, he entered my room. A servant, who accompanied
him, carried several bundles of papers.

After telling the servant to put these papers on the table, and sending
him away, don Zeno seated himself near me, and after a moment of
reflection--

"Don Gustavio," said he, "I have spoken of an expedition in which I
thought of having your company."

"Just so," I answered, "and I am ready to follow you, Don Zeno."

"Thank you, my friend; but before accepting your consent, let me give
you some words of explanation."

"Do so."

"The expedition in question is one of a most serious character; it is
directed towards well-known countries, which have been rarely, and at
long intervals, trodden by the foot of the white man. We shall have
nearly insurmountable obstacles to overcome--terrible dangers to run.
Notwithstanding the precautions I have taken to secure our safety, I
must tell you that we risk death in the midst of hordes of savages. As
to me, my sacrifice is made."

"And are you going?"

"Yes, I am going, for I have the most important reasons for doing so;
but as to you, your position is not the same, and I do not see what
right I have to take you with me in a desperate venture."

"I shall go with you, Don Zeno, come what may; my decision is taken, my
resolution will not change."

"Well," he said, in an agitated voice, "I shall not argue anymore.
Several times we have spoken between ourselves about the Paulistas; you
have asked me for information about them; that information you will
find in these notes that I leave you. Read them attentively, they will
make you acquainted with the motives for the expedition that I now
undertake."

It is these notes, placed in order by me, followed by an account of
the expedition in which I took part, that the reader is now about to
peruse. I have only taken the precaution to change certain names and
dates, in order not to wound the just susceptibility of persons still
living, and worthy, according to all report, of the estimation in which
they are held in Brazil.




CHAPTER V.

O SERTÃO.


On the 25th of June, 1790, about seven o'clock in the evening, a rather
numerous troop of horsemen suddenly emerged from a narrow ravine, and
began to ascend a steep path on the flank of a mountain forming the
extreme limit of the Sierra di Ibetucata, situated in the province of
São Paolo.

These horsemen, having traversed the Rio Paranapanema, prepared no
doubt to cross the Rio Tietê, if, as the direction which they followed
appeared to indicate, they were going to the territory of Minas Gerais.

For the most part well dressed, they wore the picturesque costume of
sertanejos, and were armed with sabres, pistols, knives, and carbines.
Their laços, rolled up, were hanging, attached by rings, to the right
sides of their saddles.

We shall observe that the bolas--that terrible arm of the gaucho of the
pampas in the Banda Oriental--is completely unused in the interior of
Brazil.

These men, with their bronzed complexions, haughty bearing, boldly
seated on their horses, their hands resting on their weapons, ready
to make use of them, and their eyes constantly fixed on the underwood
and the thickets in order to discover the route, and to guard against
ambuscades, offered in the oblique and mild rays of the setting sun,
in the midst of that majestic scene, a striking resemblance to those
troops of Paulista adventurers who in the sixteenth and seventeenth
centuries, appeared led by the finger of God to undertake bold
expeditions, which were to give new countries to the mother city, and
to finish by confining to their impenetrable forests the warlike and
unsubdued tribes of the first inhabitants of the soil.

The horsemen of whom we are speaking were thirty in number, reckoning
the servants charged with the mules loaded with baggage, and who, in
case of attack, were to join their companions in the general defence,
and were armed with fusils and sabres.

At some distance behind this first troop came a second, composed of
a dozen horsemen, in the midst of whom was a palanquin closely shut,
carried by two mules.

These two troops evidently obeyed the same chief, for when the first
had arrived at the summit of the mountain, it stopped, and a horseman
was sent to hasten the arrival of the second.

The men of the second troop affected a certain military air, and wore
the costume of the soldados da conquista, which, at the first glance of
a person accustomed to Brazilian manners, clearly showed that the chief
of the caravan was not only a rich and powerful personage, but that his
journey was surrounded by perils.

Notwithstanding the heat of the day, which was then closing, these
soldiers sat firmly in their saddles, and carried, without appearing in
any way discommoded by it, the strange accoutrement without which they
never undertake an expedition--that is to say, the cuirass, named gibao
de armas, a kind of greatcoat stuffed with cotton and quilted, which
descends almost to the knees, and also covers and protects the arms
better than any other armour from the long Indian arrows.

As when they followed the savages into the forests, they were obliged
to abandon their horses, upon which they could not penetrate the virgin
forests, they had at their side a kind of large blade, called facão,
which was of use to them in cutting bamboos to open up a passage; they
each had also an espingole, or a fusil without bayonet, which they
ordinarily loaded only with large shot, as it was almost impossible to
direct a ball with certainty in these inextricable masses of foliage,
rendered thicker still by the strange disposition of the branches, and
the entanglement of the bamboos.

These soldiers are much feared by the Indians and the runaway Negroes,
whom they have a special mission to track and surprise.

They are much esteemed in the country on account of their courage,
their sobriety, and their fidelity, whenever put to the test; thus the
presence of a dozen of them in the caravan was a certain indication
of the high position which the chief of the expedition occupied in
Brazilian society.

The caravan stopped, as we have said, at the summit of the mountain.
From that elevation there was a view spread before them, to a
considerable distance, over a landscape of forests, of varied valleys,
traversed by innumerable streams; but not a house, not a hut, was
visible to animate this splendid and wild scene.

The travellers, little affected by the attractions of the magic
panorama which was spread out before them, and moreover fatigued by a
long journey through almost impracticable paths, while a torrid sun
profusely poured its burning rays on their heads, hastened to instal
themselves in their camp for the night.

Whilst some amongst them unloaded the mules and heaped up the baggage,
others erected a tent in the midst of this improvised camp; the
strongest made a heap of trees as a provisional intrenchment, and
some others lit the fires intended for the cooking of the evening
meal--fires which were to be kept up all night in order to keep off
wild beasts.

When the camp was completely made, a horseman of haughty bearing,
about twenty-eight or thirty years at the most, whose aristocratic
manner, bold look and short manner of speaking, denoted the habit of
command, gave the order for the palanquin, which up to that moment had
remained at some little distance, surrounded by its escort, to approach.

The palanquin immediately advanced as far as the tent, and was opened.
The curtain of the tent moved, and then fell back, without it being
possible to know of what sex was the person whom the palanquin had
enclosed, and who had just quitted it. The palanquin was immediately
borne away. The soldier who had probably previously received strict
injunctions, surrounded at a pistol shot the tent, to which they would
allow no one to approach.

The chief of the caravan, after having assisted at the execution of the
order he had given, withdrew under a somewhat smaller tent, erected at
some paces from the first, and throwing himself on a seat, was soon
absorbed in profound reflections.

This horseman, as we have said, was a man of twenty-eight or thirty
years of age, with delicate and aristocratic features, of almost
feminine beauty and delicacy. His countenance, gentle and affable at
the first aspect, lost this appearance as soon as it was studied with
care, to assume an expression of mocking and cruel wickedness, which
inspired fear and almost repulsion; his large black eyes had a vague
look which was rarely fixed, his mouth furnished with brilliant white
teeth, surmounted by a fine black moustache, oiled with care, only
half-opened to allow an ironic smile to escape from his lips, slightly
raising their corners. Such as he was, however, to superficial eyes, he
was an admirable horseman, full of nobility, and of a seductive bearing.

He had scarcely been twenty minutes alone under his tent, when the
curtain of the tent was removed gently to give passage to a man who,
after having assured himself by looking around, that the horseman of
whom we have just given a sketch was quite alone, took two steps into
the interior, and removed his hat respectfully.

This person formed to the first the most complete and the rudest
contrast; he was still young, with muscular form and angular
features--a base, mean, and cruel physiognomy, impressed with an
expression of sullen wickedness; his forehead low and depressed, his
eyes grey, round, deeply sunken, and considerably removed from each
other, his nose long and hooked, his high cheekbones, his large mouth
with flat lips, gave him a distant resemblance to a bird of prey of
the least noble kind. His monstrous head, supported by a thick and
short neck, was buried between two shoulders of great breadth, his
awkward arms covered with enormous muscles, gave him the appearance of
possessing extraordinary brutal force, the general aspect of which had
something repulsive in it. This individual, whom it was easy at once to
recognise as a mameluco [1] hybrid, wore the costume of the sertanejos.

Several minutes passed before the young man recognised the man who was
standing before him.

"Ah, 'tis you, Malco Diaz," said he.

"Yes, Monsieur le marquis, it is me," answered the mameluco[1], in a
low and half-stifled voice.

"Well, what do you want with me, now?"

"Well," said the other with a chill sneer, "the reception that your
lordship gives me is scarcely endearing; it is two days since I have
spoken to you."

"I have no reason, I suppose, to trouble myself with you. What is the
use of my putting myself out? Are you not in my pay, and consequently
my servant?" replied the marquis, with a haughty frown.

"It is true," answered the other, "a servant is a dog, and ought to
be treated as such; however, you know the proverb, 'A bom jogo bo a
volta.'"[2]

"Spare me your stupid proverbs. I beg and tell me, without more
circumlocution, what brings you here?" answered the young man with
impatience.

"Well, the business is, your lordship, that I engaged myself to you for
two months at Rio Janeiro, in order to serve you as a guide, for four
Spanish ounces per month, or, if you prefer it, 106,000 reis.[3] Is it
not true, your lordship?"

"Perfectly; only you forget that you received before leaving Rio
Janeiro--"

"One month in advance," interrupted the mameluco; "on the contrary, I
remember it very well."

"What do you want, then?"

"I want the remainder for a simple reason, your lordship; because, our
bargain expiring at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I prefer to settle
with you this evening, rather than cause you any trouble during the
march."

"What, is it so long since we began the journey?"

"Calculate, your lordship."

"Just so, quite as long," replied he, pensively.

There was a long silence.

"So you wish to quit me, Malco Diaz," said the young man abruptly, in a
more friendly tone than that which he had employed just before.

"Has not my engagement terminated, your lordship?"

"Just so; but you can renew it."

The mameluco hesitated; his master did not take his eye off him.

"Will your lordship allow me to speak frankly?"

"Speak."

"Well, you are a great lord, a marquis, it is true; as for me, I am
but a poor devil, compared with you, very little and of no account.
However, miserable as you suppose me, there is something invaluable in
my estimation."

"And that is--"

"My liberty, your lordship; my independence, the right of going and of
coming, without rendering anyone an account of my proceedings. I humbly
submit that I am not born to be a servant."

"Have you said all?"

"Yes, all, your lordship."

"But you are not a servant, only a guide."

"That is true, your lordship; but often, spite of yourself, you forget
the guide, to think only of the servant; and as to me, I cannot get
used to be treated in that fashion. My pride revolts in spite of
myself."

A scornful smile played upon the lips of the young man.

"So," answered he, "the motive that you give me is the only one that
induces you to leave me?"

"It is the only one, your lordship."

"But if, quite satisfied with your service, I propose to you five
quadruplet instead of four, you would accept it without doubt."

"Pardon me, your lordship," said he, "I should refuse."

"Even if I offered you six?"

"Even if you offered me ten."

"Ah!" said the marquis, biting his lip; "When do you intend to leave
us?"

"When your lordship will permit me."

"But if I insisted that you should remain with us until tomorrow at ten
o'clock?"

"I should remain, my lord."

"Good," said the young man in a tone of indifference, "I see that your
mind is made up."

"Oh, decidedly, my lord."

"I am going now to pay the remainder that I owe you; you shall then be
free to go away immediately."

The young man drew several pieces of gold from a purse, and presented
them to the mongrel.

"Take it," said he.

Malco held out his hand, but soon thinking better of it--

"Pardon, my lord," said he, "you are making a mistake."

"I? How is that?"

"Why, you only owe me four ounces, I believe."

"Well?"

"You are giving me eight."

"I give you four ounces because I owe them to you, and I add four
others, because, before parting with you, I wish to give a proof of my
satisfaction of the manner in which you have done your duty."

A second time the mameluco hesitated, but exercising great control over
himself, and stepping back, as if to wish to escape the fascination
exercised over him by the sight of the metal, he placed, although with
an evident repugnance, four of the pieces of gold on a chest, answering
with a voice stifled with emotion--

"I am very grateful to you, my lord, but I cannot accept so rich a
present."

"Why not, if it pleases me to make it, Malco? Am I not the master, to
dispose of what belongs to me?"

"Yes, my lord, you are free to do that; but I repeat that I shall not
accept the money."

"At least you will give me an explanation of this enigma, for if I do
not deceive myself, you love gold."

"Yes, my lord, when it is honourably gained, but I am not a beggar to
accept a remuneration to which I consider I have no right."

"These sentiments do you honour," answered the young man, with a biting
raillery.

He then took the four pieces of gold, chinked them in his hand, and
then put them again into his purse.

"Now we are quits."

And with a gesture, he ordered the mameluco to withdraw. The latter,
very ill at ease under the searching look of the marquis, did not wait
for the suggestion to be repeated. He bowed awkwardly, and left the
tent.

He then proceeded to his horse, which he had attached some paces off
to a stake, threw himself in the saddle, and went off with a pensive
air, descending the mountain at a gentle trot in the direction of the
Sertão, at the entry of which the caravan had established its bivouac.

When he had gone sufficiently far not to fear being seen, he broke off
abruptly to the right, and returned.

"Devil of a man," murmured he, in a low voice, attentively surveying
the shrubs and thickets for fear of surprise; "it is evident that he
suspects something; I have not a moment to lose; for--I know him. If I
permit myself to hesitate, I am a lost man; but if I don't hesitate,
the affair is too good for me not to devote all my efforts to bring it
to a good conclusion. We shall see who will gain the day."

Then vigorously putting spurs to his horse, the mameluco pressed into
a gallop, and was not long disappearing into the darkness; for, during
his conversation with his former master, the night had fallen.

Meanwhile, as soon as the mameluco had quitted the tent, the marquis
rose with a gesture of rage and of menace, but almost immediately
reseating himself--

"No," said he, in a sullen voice, "let us give him time to get away; we
will let him have complete security; the traitor does not think me so
well informed. Oh, I will revenge myself cruelly for the constraint I
imposed upon myself before him."

He rose again, withdrew the curtain of the tent, and looked out; the
greatest tranquillity, the most complete calm, reigned in the camp. The
marquis then called twice, in a moderately loud voice--

"Diogo! Diogo!"

At the call, which he appeared to expect, a man approached almost
immediately.

"Here I am," said he.

"Come in directly," resumed the marquis.

This man was the chief of the soldados da conquista. He entered.


[1] This name is given to the mongrels born of a white man and Indian
woman, or _vice versa_.

[2] One good turn deserves another.

[3] The reis is a fictitious coin. This formidable sum is worth about
340 francs only, in French money.




CHAPTER VI.

TAROU NIOM.[1]


Of all the Indians of the new world the aborigines of Brazil are those
who have defended their independence the most obstinately, and fought
with the greatest fury against the invasion of their territory by the
whites. At the present day this war, commenced in the early days of
the conquest, is continued implacably on both sides, without any other
result of it being perceptible, than the entire destruction of the
unfortunate race so deplorably spoliated by Europeans.

By degrees, as we advance in our recital, we shall give more
circumstantial details on the singular and extravagant customs of
the Brazilian natives--customs of which little is known in Europe.
They are all the more interesting, as at an early day they will no
longer exist but in legend, by reason of the incessant progress
of civilisation, which will effect the complete extinction of the
aboriginal race, the same as in all the other countries of the new
world.

At about ten leagues from the plateau, where the caravan of which we
have spoken had camped for the night, the same day, a little before
sunset, in a vast glade situated on the left bank of the Rio Paraguai,
at the entrance of a considerable cotinga, or low forest, three men,
seated on the trunks of dead trees lying on the earth, were holding a
very animated conversation.

These persons, although Indians, belonged to tribes completely distinct.

The first, as far as could be discovered--for the age of the Indian
is extremely difficult to determine--was a man who appeared to have
attained middle age--that is to say, from thirty-five to forty.
His tall and well-proportioned figure his vigorous and well-set
limbs, displayed great strength; his regular features would have
been beautiful, had they not been disfigured by strange painting and
tattooing. But, on examining him with care, there was seen to flash in
his eyes a cunning which denoted a rather uncommon intelligence. The
nobility of his gestures, and his bold and haughty countenance, gave to
his entire person a stamp of wild grandeur.

The costume of this Indian, although very simple, was not wanting
either in grace or elegance; the bright red band in which were stuck
some parrot feathers, and which encircled his head, the hair of which
was shaved like that of the Franciscans, proclaimed not only his
Guaycurus nationality, but also his position as a chief. A necklace of
jaguar teeth encircled his neck; a poncho of gaudy colours was thrown
over his shoulders; his large leather drawers reaching to the knee,
were fastened at the hips by a girdle of tapir skin, in which was stuck
a long knife; his legs were protected against the bite of serpents by
boots made with the leather from the forelegs of a horse, cut away in a
single piece while still warm, and made into a kind of sheath, so that
the leather in drying had taken the form of the limbs it was intended
to preserve.

Besides the knife hanging from his girdle, the Guaycurus chief had
placed on the ground near him a quiver of tapir skin, four feet long,
and filled with arrows. A polished and glittering bow of palo d'arco
of uncommon strength and size was lying near the quiver, and within
reach of his hand; leaning against the palm tree was an enormous lance,
at least fifteen feet long, and furnished with a sharp blade, and
garnished at the other extremity with a tuft of ostrich feathers.

The second Indian was about the same age as his companion; his
features, notwithstanding the paint and tattooing which disfigured
them, were handsome, and his countenance possessed great flexibility.
He was dressed and armed like the first; only by the headdress, made
with the fibrous and elastic cocoon of the flower of the ubassa palm
tree, it was easy to recognise him as a Payagoas chief, a nation nearly
as powerful as that of the Guaycurus.

The last Indian was a poor devil, half-naked, lean, and of a timid and
sickly appearance--to all appearance a slave. He stationed himself out
of hearing of the two chiefs whose horses he was charged to watch.
These horses, painted like their masters, of different colours, had no
harness, but a thick coarse saddle, furnished with wooden stirrups,
covered with tapir skin, and to the right and left of which hung a
lasso and the formidable bolas.

At the moment when we place these three persons on the scene, the
Guaycurus chief was speaking, smoking all the while a kind of calumet,
made of the leaves of the palm tree, rolled together, and was listened
to deferentially by the other chief, who was standing up before him,
carelessly supported by his long lance.

"The man that my brother Emavidi-Chaime told me of does not come," said
he. "The sun descends rapidly, several hours have flown since I waited.
What thinks the chief of the Payagoas?"

"He must wait still; the man will come; he has promised; although
degenerate, he is not a paleface. He has in his veins some of the blood
of the Tapis."

"What is the name of this man?" asked the other.

"Does Tarou Niom know him? He is a mameluco; his name is Malco Diaz."

"I have seen him," laconically said the chief, letting his head fall
with a pensive air on his breast.

There was a silence of some instants; it was the Guaycurus who broke
it.

"Has my brother ever seen," he said, "the jaguars make war upon each
other?"

"Never," replied the Payagoas chief.

"Then why does the chief believe in the faith of this man? The Indian
blood, if he has some drops of it, is so mingled in his veins with that
of the whites and blacks, that it has lost all its vigour."

"My brother speaks well, his words are just; only it is not on the good
faith of this mameluco that I reckon."

"On what then?" asked Tarou Niom.

"On his hatred first, and then--"

"Then?"

"On his avarice."

"Yes," replied the Guaycurus chief, "it is to these two feelings only
that we must trust when we wish to ally ourselves with these faithless
dogs; but this mameluco, is he not a Paulista?"

"No; on the contrary, he is a sertanejo."

"The whites are always bad. What guarantee has this Malco given?"

"The best that I can desire; his son, whom he charged with bringing me
the message, has come into my village with two black slaves. One has
gone away again, but the other remains with the child."

"Good!" answered Tarou Niom, "I acknowledge in this the prudence of my
brother Emavidi-Chaime; if the father is a traitor, the child shall
die."

"He shall die!"

Silence reigned again for a considerable time between the companions.

The sun had completely disappeared, shadows covered the earth,
darkness, as with a funeral pall, enveloped the forest in which these
two men were. Already in the inexplorable depths of the desert low
growlings began to reverberate, and announced the waking of the dread
wanderers of the night.

The slave, who was an Indian mundracus, on the order of his master,
Tarou Niom, the captain of the Guaycurus--for the Indians of this
nation have adopted the Portuguese titles--gathered some dry wood,
formed a pile of it between the two chiefs, and set fire to it, so that
its light might keep off the wild beasts.

"It is very late," said the Guaycurus.

"The journey to come here is long," laconically answered the Payagoas.

"Has the mameluco explained for what reason he wished the meeting of
his warriors and mine?"

"No. Malco is prudent; a slave might betray the confidence of his
master, and sell his secret to an enemy. The mameluco reserves it to
inform us himself of the affair he wishes to propose to us."

"Good!" answered the chief. "What matters this man to me? I have only
come on the invitation of my brother. I know that he will not betray
me."

"I thank my brother, Tarou Niom, for his opinion of me; for a long time
I have been devoted to him."

At this moment a far-off noise was heard--slight, and almost
inappreciable at first, but which approached rapidly.

The two Indians listened for some seconds, and then exchanged a smile.

"It is the gallop of a horse," said Tarou Niom.

"In a few minutes he will be here."

The chiefs were not deceived--it was, in fact, the furious gallop of
a horse. Soon the branches snapped, the shrubbery separated under the
powerful effort the chest of a horse, galloping at full speed, and a
horseman bounded into the glade.

Arrived within a few paces of the warriors, he suddenly pulled up his
horse, leaped to the ground, and gave the bridle to the slave, who
took it and conducted the noble animal to the two others.

The horseman, who was no other than the mameluco, saluted the Indians
and seated himself in front of them.

"My friend has tarried long," said the Payagoas.

"It is true, Captain," answered Malco, wiping his forehead, which was
covered with perspiration; "I ought to have been here long before, but
that was impossible. My master camped in a place farther off than I
reckoned on, and notwithstanding my wish to be exact, it was impossible
for me to come sooner."

"Good, that is nothing, since here is the sertanejo; some hours lost
are nothing, if the affair you wish to propose to us is good."

"Good I believe it to be; but are you still resolved to break the truce
that seven moons ago you concluded with the whites?"

"What is that to the sertanejo?" drily answered the Guaycurus.

"I want to know before explaining to you what brings me here."

"Let the warrior speak, and the captains will hear him; they will judge
of the truth of his words."

"Very well; this is why I wish to ask you the question. I know the
honour that you carry into all your transactions--even with the whites.
If you consent, as I know for some days they have begged you, to
prolong the truce, I should have nothing to propose to you, for the
simple reason that you would refuse to give me your assistance against
the people with whom you would be at peace. You see I speak to you
frankly."

These words, which manifested the respect of the Indians for their
pledged faith, and for the honesty which they import into their
relations with their mortal enemies, were, notwithstanding the praise
they implied, listened to coldly.

"Two suns have already passed," proudly answered the Guaycurus, "since
I notified to the Paulistas the rupture of the truce."

Malco Diaz, master as he was of himself, could not suppress a gesture
of satisfaction at this declaration.

"So you have recommenced the war," said he.

"Yes," briefly answered the Indian.

"Then all is well," said the half-caste.

"I am waiting," said the Guaycurus.

"The night advances; the sertanejo has not come so quickly to the
rendezvous that he himself made, that he may speak of futile things to
the powerful captains," added the Payagoas.

Malco Diaz appeared to be collecting his thoughts for some minutes;
then he resumed:

"Can I reckon on my brothers?" said he, casting at the Indians the look
of a viper.

"We are warriors; let the mameluco explain himself. If he wishes to
gain some advantage by the war that is recommencing, we will serve him
by serving ourselves," answered Tarou Niom.

The half-caste knew the Indians too well not to understand the ironical
meaning of the words pronounced by the Guaycurus chief. However, he
made no sign of having perceived that meaning.

"I direct you to a numerous caravan; so much the more easy to surprise
as not having the least mistrust, and believing that the truce still
exists, it is on the march almost without any guard."

"Ah," said the two Indians.

"Yes," resumed Malco; "I am moreover so much the more certain of what
I advance, as, for two moons--that is to say, from the day when this
caravan left Rio de Janeiro--I have served as guide."

"Good, so doubt is not possible," said the Guaycurus.

"In no respect."

"And towards what part is this caravan going?"

"They do not intend to stop until they come to the Rio San Lourenço."

"Are these men Paulistas?" asked Tarou Niom.

"No," briefly answered the half-caste.

The two chiefs exchanged a look.

"But," resumed Malco Diaz, "although they may not be Paulistas, they
are your enemies."

"Perhaps," said the Payagoas.

"Is he a friend who enters into a country to seize upon the riches it
contains without the authority of the true masters of that country?"

"Is such the thought of the chief of this caravan?" asked Tarou Niom.

"Not only his thought, but his design."

"Very well; but what are the riches which these men intend to seize?"

"The gold and the diamonds which are in the country."

"They know, then, that there are some?"

The half-caste smiled with sarcasm.

"Not only they know it," said he, "but also they know so well all the
bearings of the country, that they can go there without a guide."

"Ah!" said the Indians, fixing upon him a scrutinising look.

"It is so," said he without being disconcerted.

"And who, then, has so well informed them about the riches of our
country?" asked the Guaycurus.

"I," coolly answered Malco.

"You!" cried Tarou Niom, "Then you are a traitor."

The mameluco shrugged his shoulders.

"A traitor!" said he, with irony; "Am I then one of your people; do I
belong to your nation; have you confided this secret, forbidding me to
reveal it?"

"But, then, if you have sold your secret to these men, why do you now
denounce them to us?"

"That is my affair, and concerns me only; as to you, see if it will
suit you to allow strangers to penetrate into your country."

"Listen," said Tarou Niom severely; "you are just the man that your
colour shows you; that is to say, a faithless white man. You sell your
brethren. What price do you demand? Answer, and be brief."

The half-caste lifted his eyes at this rude apostrophe; then
immediately collecting himself--

"A very little matter," said he, "the right of taking prisoner
whomsoever may suit me, and to choose him without any obstacle being
offered me."

"Very well, it shall be so."

"Then you accept?"

"Certainly, only, as according to your admission these people are not
aware of the rupture of the truce, and as it would not be honourable to
attack them unawares, we will warn them to be on their guard."

A flash of fury darted from the eyes of the half-caste.

"And if after that warning they were to renounce their project?" asked
he.

"Then they would be sure to withdraw without fear of being disturbed in
their retreat," drily answered the Guaycurus.

Malco Diaz made a gesture of fury, but after a moment a smile of
raillery played upon his lips.


[1] In Botocondo, _tarou_, sun, _niom_, to come--rising sun.




CHAPTER VII.

THE MARQUIS DE CASTELMELHOR.


The man whom the marquis had called immediately after his interview
with the mameluco, and whom he had at once ordered to enter his tent,
was short and thick, but well made and strong, and about forty years of
age.

An Indian of a pure race, he bore on his countenance, which neither
tattoo nor paint disfigured, the distinctive traits, although a little
effaced, of the Mogul race. His black eyes, lively and full, his
straight nose, his large mouth, his rather high cheekbones, formed a
physiognomy which, without being handsome, was not wanting in a certain
sympathetic charm. As we have said, he commanded some soldados da
conquista attached to the caravan.

The captain, for such is the title that he bore, respectfully saluted
the marquis, and waited till it might please him to speak to him.

"Sit down, Diogo," said the marquis, kindly; "we must have a long talk
together."

The Indian bowed, and seated himself.

"You saw the man who went out of this tent a minute ago, did you not?"
resumed the marquis.

"Yes, your Excellency," answered the captain.

"And without doubt you recognised him."

The Indian smiled, without otherwise answering.

"Good; what do you think of him?"

"Of whom, your Excellency?" said he.

"Of the man of whom I am speaking."

"Why, your Excellency, I think of him what you yourself think,
probably."

"I ask your opinion, Señor Don Diogo, in order to judge if it tallies
with mine."

"Eh, eh," said the Indian, shaking his head.

"Which is--"

"That this man is a traitor, my lord."

"So you also believe in treason on his part?"

"Well, my lord, to speak frankly, for 'tis a frank explanation you ask
of me is it not?"

"Certainly."

"Well, I am convinced that this accursed mameluco is quietly leading us
to some trap that he has artfully prepared."

"That is very serious, you know," answered the marquis, in a reflective
tone.

"Very serious indeed, your lordship. Malco is a sertanejos, and in the
language of the desert, Sertão is the synonym of treason."

"Well, I avow to you the suspicions you utter do not astonish me."

"I am happy, my lord, to see you share my opinion."

"What! You have no suspicions?" cried the marquis.

"No, I am certain."

"Certain! And you have told me nothing of it up to the present time?"

"I am morally certain, but it would be impossible to prove what I
advance at the present time."

The marquis allowed his head to fall on his breast, and remained silent
for some moments.

"But," pursued he, "this moral certainty is founded on certain
indications?"

"Oh, indications do not fail, my lord. Unhappily, these circumstances
would appear very frivolous, if I revealed them to persons who were not
forewarned; that is why I have abstained from saying anything to you
before you asked me."

"Perhaps you are right, but now the situation is changed; it is I who,
of my own accord, have asked this interview with you. The situation in
which we are is critical; it may become more so."

"Come what may, I know I am doing my duty, and that is sufficient for
me, even if Malco should come to affirm to your lordship that I have
not spoken the truth about him."

"You have nothing to fear about señor Malco."

"Violent and wicked as he is, your lordship," answered the captain,
with some animation, "I do not fear him, and he knows that well. This
is not the first time we have fallen out."

"I did attach to my words the meaning you give to them; you have
nothing to fear from Diaz, for the simple reason that he is no longer
in my service."

"What! Your lordship," cried the Indian, with astonishment, "you have
dismissed him?"

"No, it is he himself, of his own accord, who has left us to ourselves."

"Your Excellency was wrong to allow him to leave; when people have in
their power a rascal of that stamp, they should not let him go."

"What could I do? His engagement was up, and he refused to renew it, or
even to prolong it for some days; so I was obliged to consent to his
departure."

"That is right, your Excellency; pardon me. This man was free, so you
could not retain him; but, under similar circumstances, I should not
have acted so, especially after my suspicions."

"I know well that is wrong; unhappily, I had no pretext to give him, no
plausible reason to keep him."

"Yes, yes, all that is true; but believe me, my lord, if Malco has so
abruptly left us, it is because he had strong reasons for doing so, and
that he has near here some accomplices, in conjunction with whom he is
preparing our ruin."

"I think with you, Don Diogo; but who are these accomplices? Where are
they hidden?"

The captain smiled with cunning.

"Only birds and fishes do not leave traces of their path," said he;
"skilful as a man may be, we can always discover his track."

"So you would give much to know where this man has gone to?"

"Certainly, my lord; notwithstanding the precautions by which he has
surrounded his flight, and the care which he has taken to hide his
tracks."

"Unhappily, before undertaking anything, we must wait for sunrise."

"Why should we wait till tomorrow, my lord? I ask your pardon for
daring to interrogate you."

"Why, it appears to me that to discover a track, even if it were ever
so plainly indicated, the first condition is to see clearly."

"That is of little importance, my lord," answered the captain; "for a
man accustomed as I am to track the desert at all hours, darkness does
not exist."

"So," cried the marquis, with a movement of satisfaction, "if I ordered
you to mount horse--"

"I would mount immediately, my lord."

"And you would bring me news?"

"No doubt of it; am I not an Indian myself, my lord--a civilised
Indian, it is true; but, nevertheless, I have preserved sufficient of
the sagacity of the race to which I belong to fear no failure in a step
which may appear to you very difficult."

"Since it is to be so, Don Diogo, put yourself in the saddle as soon
as possible, and go, for heaven's sake. I await your return with most
eager impatience."

"Before the rising of the sun I will return, and with good news; but I
want you to allow me to conduct the affair in my own way."

"Act as you please, Captain; I trust to your sagacity."

"I shall not deceive your expectation, my lord," answered the captain,
rising.

The marquis accompanied him as far as the curtain of the tent, and
then returned to sit down; but, after some minutes of reflection, he
abruptly rose, went out, and walked rapidly towards the mysterious tent
of which we have already had occasion to speak.

This tent, much larger, than that erected for the marquis, was divided
into several compartments by canvas sheets, ingeniously adapted, and
rather resembled, for luxury and comfort, a habitation intended to last
several months, than a camp merely constructed for a few hours.

The compartment which the marquis entered was furnished with sofas; a
carpet was spread on the ground, and a silver lamp, curiously chased,
placed on a piece of furniture, diffused a gentle and mellow light.

A young Negress of about twenty, of sprightly countenance and pretty
figure, was occupied, on the entry of the marquis, in playing with a
magnificent ara perched on a slip of rosewood, to which he was attached
by a gold chain fastened to one of his legs.

The Negress, without leaving off the occupation in which she seemed
to take delight, and making the bird utter discordant cries, leant
carelessly towards the marquis, half turning in his direction with
a movement full of arch insolence, and gave him a roguish look from
beneath her long eyelashes, and waited till he should address her.

The marquis, without appearing to observe the hostile attitude assumed
by the slave, took some steps towards her, and, touching her lightly
with his finger--

"Phoebe," said he to her in Spanish, "will you please to take notice
that I am here?"

"What is your presence to me, Señor marquis?" answered she, slightly
shrugging her shoulder.

"To you, nothing; it is true, Phoebe, as it is not for you that I have
come, but for your mistress."

"At this hour?"

"Why not?"

"Because doña Laura--fatigued, as it appears, by the long journey that
she has been obliged to make today--has retired, ordering me not to
allow anyone to come near her."

A feverish flush suffused the countenance of the marquis; he knitted
his eyebrows so as to make them meet; but considering, no doubt, the
ridiculousness of a scene with a slave who was only acting according to
orders, he soon mastered himself.

"Well," said he, intentionally slightly raising his voice, "your
mistress is free in her own house to act in her own way; only, this
interview, which for some days she has refused me with such obstinacy,
I shall know how to compel her to accord to me."

Scarcely had he pronounced these words, when a curtain was drawn aside,
and doña Laura entered the room.

"You threaten me, I think, Don Roque de Castelmelhor," said she, in a
sharp and loud voice. "Retire, Phoebe," added she; "but only go so far
as you may be able to come to me immediately."

Phoebe bowed her head, cast a last look at the marquis, and left the
room.

"Now, Señor caballero," pursued doña Laura, "since the slave has
retired, speak; I will listen to you."

The marquis bowed respectfully to her--

"Not, Señorita, before you have deigned to take a seat."

"What good will that do? But," she added, "if that mark of
condescension will abridge this interview, it would ill become me not
to obey you."

The marquis bit his lip, but did not answer.

Doña Laura seated herself on the sofa farthest removed, and crossing
her arms on her chest with a wearied air, while she fixed on her
interlocutor a haughty look--

"Speak now, I beg you," said she. "Phoebe has not lied to you; I am
extremely fatigued."

These words were hissed, if we may employ the happy expression of an
old author, from the most sharpened beak than can be imagined, and doña
Laura leant her head on a cushion, feigning a slight gape.

But the resolution of the marquis had been taken, not to see or
understand anything.

Doña Laura was sixteen years of age; all grace and delicacy. Her
charmingly developed figure had that sprightliness which Spanish women
alone possess. Her bearing was marked by that careless and voluptuous
languor, the secret of which the Hispano-Americans have obtained from
the Andalusians. Her long deep chestnut hair fell in silky ringlets on
brilliantly white shoulders; her blue and dreamy eyes seemed to reflect
the azure of the sky, and were crowned by black eyebrows, the delicate
outline of which was traced as with a pencil. Her finely chiselled
nose, and her charming little mouth, which, in half opening, discovered
a double row of pearly teeth, completed a beauty rendered more gentle
and noble by the delicacy and transparency of her skin.

Dressed in gauze and muslin, like all Creoles, the young girl was
ravishing, seated on a sofa like the beija flor in the chalice of a
flower, especially at that moment when anger, suppressed and mastered
with difficulty, caused her virgin bosom to palpitate, and covered her
cheeks with a crimson flush, doña Laura had something seductive, and
at the same time majestic about her, which imposed respect, and almost
commanded veneration.

Don Roque de Castelmelhor, notwithstanding the decision, and the formal
intention he had manifested, could not resist the powerful charm of a
beauty so noble and pure. His look fell before that of the young girl,
which was filled with hatred and almost with contempt.

"We have reached, Señorita," he said, "after great fatigues, the limit
of the civilised countries of Brazil; for, if I do not deceive myself,
the route it is now necessary to follow is hidden in deserts into
which, before us, a few hardy explorers only had dared to venture. I
think, then, that the time has come to exchange explanations frankly."

Doña Laura smiled with disdain, and, interrupting him with a gesture:

"As that situation, caballero," said she, with bitterness, "cannot
be rendered clearer and more decided, I will spare you, if you wish
it, the embarrassment of entering into certain details... Oh, do not
interrupt me," said she, with vivacity, "here is the fact in a few
words: my father, don Zeno Álvarez de Cabral, a descendant of one of
the most illustrious conquerors of this country, a refugee in the
environs of Buenos Aires, from reasons of which I am ignorant, but
which doubtless little concern you, rendered hospitality to a lost
traveller, who, in the middle of the night, during a frightful storm,
presented himself at the door of his hacienda. That traveller was
you, Señor, you, a descendant of a race not less illustrious than
ours, since one of your ancestors was governor of Brazil. The name of
the marquis, don Roque de Castelmelhor, offered to my father all the
guarantees of honour and good faith he could desire; you were received,
then, by the exile, not as a foreigner, not even as a compatriot, but
as a friend and a brother. Our family became yours; all that is true,
is it not?"

"All that is true, Señorita," answered the marquis.

"I see, with pleasure, that you have, in default of other qualities,
frankness, Señor," ironically replied the girl. "Robbed of all its
property, my family, exiled for nearly a century from the country
discovered by one of its ancestors, could live but with difficulty. You
presented yourself to my father as a victim of the political intrigues
of people into whose hands the king of Portugal had delegated his
powers; this reason was sufficient for our house to become yours, and
for my father not keeping secrets from you. There was one, however,
of which, notwithstanding all your skill, it was impossible for you
to obtain the revelation; it is on the discovery of that secret that
depended the future fortune of his family, if, as my father hoped,
the king should permit him someday to return to Brazil. This secret,
which my father, my brother, and myself alone knew, by what means you
succeeded, if not in wholly discovering it, at least in penetrating it
sufficiently that your covetousness and your avarice should be aroused
to the point of making you betray your benefactors--that is what I
shall not seek to explain. In a word, although you had, during several
months, lived intimately with us, without appearing to honour me with
the least attention--treating me rather as a child than as a young
girl, suddenly you changed. You see that I also am frank."

"Go on, Señorita," answered the marquis, smiling, "I know your candour.
It remains for me to learn whether you possess as much perspicacity."

"You shall not be long judging of that, Señor," replied she,
ironically. "Perhaps your cares and devotion would have obtained the
result you hoped for, and I might have been brought, if not to love
you, at least to be interested in you; but, happily for me, I was not
long in seeing clearly into your heart. Carried away by insatiable
avarice, you allowed yourself on several occasions in my presence, to
speak to me of everything but your pretended love."

"Oh, Señorita," exclaimed the marquis.

"Yes," answered she, with bitter raillery; "I know you are a consummate
actor, and that it would not be my fault were I even now to believe in
that passion of which you make so great a display."

The young girl paused for some moments, to allow the marquis the
opportunity of answering, but, instead of doing so, he bit his lips and
bowed his head.

Doña Laura smiled.

"The brutal way in which you have traitorously carried me off is the
most decided proof to me of the odious scheme of which I have been the
victim. If you really loved me, nothing was easier to you than to ask
my hand of my father."

"Señorita, did you not answer to the demand I had the honour to address
to you by a refusal?" asked the marquis.

"Certainly; but I am only a young girl," answered she, with animation,
"a child, as you yourself have said, who does not know herself. That
offer of marriage ought not then in any way, and especially with regard
to the rules of society to have been addressed to me, but to my father.
But no! You had another design: that marriage was but a pretext for you
to seize on the immense riches you covet. At this moment you would not
dare to maintain the contrary."

"Who knows?" murmured he, with an air of raillery.

"So you have preferred to cause me to fall into a snare, to carry me
away from my family, whom my disappearance has plunged into the most
profound despair, and to force me to follow you--I, a poor defenceless
child, a prisoner in the midst of bandits, of whom you are the chief."

"Since, according to your own expression, Señorita, I have so brutally
carried you away from your family, have I conducted myself towards you
otherwise than as a gentleman of my name and race ought?"

"It is true," answered she, bursting into a fit of laughter; "I must
admit that. But what is the cause of these attentions and this respect?"

"Love most sincere and most--"

"Enough of lies, Señor;" she cried, "your first word on entering under
this tent betrayed you."

"Señorita!"

"You believe yourself to have arrived in the latitude of the diamond
country discovered by one of my ancestors, and you wish at last to
try and obtain from me--for avarice blinds you--the revelation of the
secret you believe I possess!"




CHAPTER VIII.

A NOBLE BANDIT.


There was, after this accusation, so energetically pronounced by the
young girl, some minutes of deathlike silence in the tent.

Without, the wind lashed the trees, and intertwined the branches with
sounds almost like human wailings; the leaves were whirled in the air,
and fell quivering on the thicket; at short intervals the lugubrious
note of the owl, concealed in the hollows of the rocks, was heard,
repeated from the distance like a dismal echo. Vague and indefinable
sounds arose, carried on the wings of the wind, dying away only to be
continually repeated, and further adding to the mysterious horror of
this sombre and moonless night, the thick darkness of which gave to the
objects a fantastically deathlike appearance.

The marquis had risen, his arms crossed behind his back, his head
reclining on his breast; he strode about the tent, a prey to an
agitation which he made vain efforts to conceal.

Doña Laura, half lying on the sofa, her head thrown backwards, followed
him with a fixed and mocking look, waiting with anxiety the approaching
explosion of that anger she had not been afraid to excite.

At last, after some minutes, which appeared an age to the young girl,
the marquis stopped in front of her, and raised his head.

His face was pale, but his features had resumed their careless and
mocking expression, only a light nervous quivering of his eyebrows--an
index with him of a furious rage, mastered with difficulty--bore
witness to the efforts he was compelled to make to subdue himself.

"I have allowed you, have I not, Señorita," said he, "to speak without
interrupting you; I have in this interview--you will at least render me
that justice--given proof, not only of patience, but of good taste. In
fact," added he, with an ironical smile, "of what use is it to discuss
an accomplished fact? Nothing that you can say will change your actual
position; you are in my power; no human aid can succeed in modifying my
intentions towards you. This conversation, that I should wish to have
been conducted more amicably, you yourself, of your own accord, have
placed on the unfriendly footing on which it now is."

He stopped; the young girl coquettishly supported her head on her right
hand, and surveying him with a look, in which contempt and raillery
were equally mingled, she answered him with a careless voice--

"You make a grave mistake, caballero. This conversation, which you
value so much, I care very little for. Now that I have explained myself
clearly, and without reservation, I will allow you to speak as much as
you please, since it is impossible for me to impose silence on you, and
I am condemned to hear you; only, I warn you beforehand, in order to
avoid the expenditure of useless eloquence, that whatever you may say
to me, whatever may be the threats you offer me, you will not obtain
the honour of an answer."

The marquis bit his lip with so much violence that he drew blood, but
answered with a sneer--

"In truth, Señorita, is this resolution firmly fixed in your mind?
You will not deign to answer me? I shall be deprived of hearing the
harmonious music of your gentle voice resounding in my ear; but, in
spite of yourself, I am convinced, you will fail in your heroic vow."

"Try it," answered she with disdain. "The occasion is suitable for me
to give you a denial."

"I shall take care not to allow it to escape, Señorita."

The marquis approached a butaca, placed a few paces before the
young girl, sat down, and assuming an attitude full of grace and
carelessness, he continued in a tone as peaceable as though he had been
commencing a confidential communication--

"Señorita," said he, "you have, I admit, perfectly defined our
respective positions; that secret you possess has been revealed to me
by chance by a former servant of your family, who sold it me very dear.
It was, then, with the fixed intention of obtaining the information
necessary to the success of my plans, that I presented myself to your
father. You see that I imitate your candour. I did not love you, and,
to say the truth, I do not love you now. A woman like you, seductive
as you are, would not suit me; your disposition is too much like my
own. I should have probably married you had you consented to give me
your hand--pardon me this rude candour--but, resolved to seize the
treasure that I covet, I should, to assure myself of its possession,
have accomplished what I consider as the greatest sacrifice, that is to
say, the act of alienating my liberty forever in favour of a woman whom
I did not love."

The young girl bowed with a mocking smile, and clapped her hands two or
three times.

Almost immediately the curtain was drawn aside, and the slave appeared.

"Phoebe," said doña Laura to her, "as probably I shall not be able to
take the repose which I need till very late, and as I feel, in spite
of myself, my eyelids drooping, and sleep overcoming me, bring me the
maté, my child, and bring me at the same time papelitos; perhaps these
two stimulants combined, and taken in a strong dose, will triumph over
the sleepiness which oppresses me."

The slave went out laughing, and the marquis remained an instant,
overcome by the superb coolness of the young girl, and her heroic
indifference.

Some minutes passed away, during which they both maintained silence;
there the light step of the Negress was again heard, and she
reappeared, holding in her hands a silver platter, on which were the
maté, some cigarettes of Indian maize straw, and a silver braserito,
containing fire.

Phoebe presented the maté to her mistress, and made a movement to
withdraw.

"Remain, chica," said doña Laura; "what the marquis has to tell me
cannot be too serious for you to hear."

The young servant placed on the table the platter she held, and came
incontinently to lie at the feet of her mistress, exchanging with her
a mocking smile, which redoubled, if that is possible, the rage of the
marquis.

"Let it be so," said the marquis, bowing, "I will continue before
your slave, Señorita; it is little consequence to me who hears or who
listens to me; moreover, I have but a few more words to say."

Doña Laura sipped her maté, without paying any attention to the speech
of the marquis.

"You never put sugar enough in the maté, chica," said she; "this is
bitter."

"I was saying, Señorita," continued the marquis, "that, repulsed by
you, but not wishing to renounce projects for a long time ripened and
fixed in my mind, I at last resolved to carry you away. I will not
weary you with the recital of the means employed by me to succeed in
deceiving the restless vigilance of your family. Since you are here
alone in my power, at several hundred leagues from the residence of
your father, it is not only that I have succeeded in making you fall
into the snare laid by me under your feet, but also that I have so well
guarded against the suspicions of those who interest themselves in your
fate."

"Decidedly, Phoebe, this maté is too bitter," said the young girl;
"give me a cigarette."

The slave obeyed.

"Now, Señorita," continued the marquis, still impassable, "I am coming
to the end of this conversation, of which all that has been yet said
is to a certain extent only a preface--a rather long preface, perhaps,
but one which you will pardon me, for it was indispensable, to make
myself well understood by you. I have carried you away, it is true;
but reassure yourself, as long as you remain under my protection,
your honour shall be safe; I give you the word of a gentleman for it.
You smile; you are wrong. I am honest in my way. Give me the exact
indications that I expect from you, and immediately I grant you, not
only liberty, but, moreover, I engage to send you back safe and sound,
without your honour being suspected, into the hands of your family.
Strange as this proposition may appear to you, it is nevertheless
serious, and appears to me to merit your consideration. Answer me one
word--one word only, 'Yes' and on the instant you are free."

The marquis paused; doña Laura remained mute, and appeared not to have
heard.

"You are obstinate, Señorita," replied Don Roque, with some animation
"you are wrong; you are staking, I repeat, your fortune and your future
happiness at this moment."

"Another cigarette, Phoebe," interrupted doña Laura, shrugging her
shoulders.

"Beware!" cried Don Roque, with ill-suppressed irritation; "Beware,
Señorita we must finish once for all these continual evasions."

The young girl rose, took a step towards the marquis, measured him
for an instant from head to foot, covering him, so to speak, with a
look charged with all the contempt which she felt for him, and turning
towards Phoebe, who was motionless and mute by her side--

"Come, chica," said she to her, placing her hand on her shoulder; "the
night is far advanced, it is time for us to retire, and go to sleep."

And without granting another look to the marquis, mute and stupefied
with this audacious procedure, the young girl quitted the room.

In spite of himself, the marquis remained an instant in the place which
he occupied; his eyes firmly fixed on the curtain, the folds of which
still preserved a scarcely perceptible vibration. All of a sudden he
recovered himself, passed his hand across his forehead, moist with
perspiration, and darting a look of hatred towards the spot where doña
Laura had disappeared--

"Oh!" cried he, with a voice stifled by fury, "What tortures will I pay
for so many insults!"

He left the tent, staggering like a drunken man.

The cold air of the night, fanning his face, brought him wonderful
relief; little by little his features regained their serenity; calmness
returned to his mind; an ironical smile played upon his slender lips,
and he murmured in a low voice, as he strode towards his tent:

"Fool that I am to allow myself to be carried away thus by a foolish
child! What in reality are her insults and contempt to me? Am I not
master to subdue her pride? Patience, patience! Nay, vengeance, if it
be long in coming, will only strike her the more cruelly, and will be
only the more terrible."

The marquis re-entered his tent. After having regulated the wick of a
lamp the flickering light of which feebly illumined the surrounding
objects, Don Roque approached a round stool, which served him for a
table, and drawing from his breast a yellow and stained paper, on
which was rudely drawn, by an unskilful hand, a kind of rough plan,
he proceeded to study it with the greatest care, and was not long in
becoming completely absorbed.

The entire night was passed away without the marquis quitting the
position he had taken, and without his eyes closing for a single
instant.

The plan, rough and incomplete as it appeared to be, was that of the
diamond country, which concealed those incalculable riches so ardently
coveted by the young man.

But this plan--made from memory a long time after having seen the
country, and that in superficial manner, by an ignorant man--could
unluckily only be a feeble aid to the marquis. He felt it in spite of
himself, and this certainty redoubled his fury.

But what could be done with a woman more than he had done with doña
Laura? How was he to vanquish her resistance, and constrain her to
speak?

For more than three hours the sun had already risen; the marquis, still
plunged in his thoughts, had not appeared to perceive the return of the
light, when the gallop of a horse which approached rapidly, caused him
suddenly to raise his head.

At the same instant the curtain of the tent was withdrawn, and the
captain entered.

The Indian was covered with dust; his flushed features, and his
forehead covered with perspiration, showed the velocity of his journey.

"Ah, it is you, Diogo!" cried the marquis on perceiving him. "Welcome,
what news?"

"Nothing, my lord," answered the captain.

"How nothing? Have you not been able to succeed in discovering the
track of that Malco?"

"Pardon me, my lord; I have, on the contrary, followed that track for
more than three hours."

"Then you have news to give me?"

"I have, my lord, but not what you expect."

"Explain yourself, my friend; my head is a little fatigued."

"Here is the fact, in a few words, my lord. After having, as I have
told you, followed for three hours, without the slightest deviation,
the track of Malco--a track, let it be said to his honour, thoroughly
devious, and as to which everybody but myself would inevitably have
been deceived, so skilfully was it made--I arrived on the borders of
a forest, into which I did not hesitate to enter. Absorbed by the care
I took in not losing this frightfully involved track, I did not care
to look much around me, so that I suddenly found myself in an Indian
encampment."

"An encampment of Indians so near us!" cried the marquis, with surprise.

"Yes, my lord, of Indian bravos, and moreover, the bravest of this
country."

"H'm--already!"

"Yes, I found myself suddenly face to face with three Indians, of whom
one was a Guaycurus, the other a Payagoas; as to the other, he was
simply a Monduruka slave."

"Oh, oh! That is serious for us."

"It could not be more serious, my lord."

"And how did you escape from this trap?"

"These savages have honour. Although my uniform revealed me as one
of their most deadly enemies, they, nevertheless, received me in a
friendly way, and invited me to sit near their fire."

"That is strange," murmured the marquis.

"Seeing that they received me thus, I accepted their invitation
frankly, and sat myself near them. My design was to make them talk, in
which I succeeded."

"Aha! What did they say?"

"They informed me that Malco had come to seek them some hours before
me; that he had had a long conversation with them, and that he had
informed them of your arrival, the number of men at your disposal, and
even the very spot where you encamped."

"The wretch! The double traitor!" cried the marquis.

"This revelation, I admit, made me reflect seriously, and placed me in
great embarrassment, from which I did not know how to escape, when the
Indians themselves furnished me with the means to make an honourable
retreat."

"How is that?"

"The Guaycurus chief informed me that the truce concluded with the
whites had been broken."

"Oh!" exclaimed the marquis, "What fatality! To fail so near the end."

"Permit me to finish, my lord."

"Speak! Speak!"

"The chief added, that probably as you had for a long time left the
plantations, you were ignorant of this rupture, and that consequently
it would not be right to abuse your good faith by attacking you."

"Ah!" said the marquis, breathing heavily.

"As they do no not wish to be wanting in the laws of hospitality, they
give you two days to go away."

"H'm," cried the marquis, whom these last words plunged more profoundly
into the perplexity from which, for an instant, he thought he had
escaped; "What did you say then, Diogo?"

"The most strict truth, my lord, on my honour."

"I believe you, my friend; but finish."

"Oh, I have nothing much more to add, except that they informed me
that, in case you refused to accept this condition, you would be
inevitably attacked."

"And about Malco? Did they tell you nothing more about him?"

"Not a word, my lord."

"So that you are completely unaware where this wretch hides himself?"

"Absolutely, my lord; I thought that what the Guaycurus chief had told
me was of such great importance, that you would desire to be informed
of it as soon as possible, so I have returned as rapidly as I could."

"You have done well, my friend; I thank you. But in such circumstances
as these," he asked, "how would you act?"

"I should beat a retreat."

"Beat a retreat; never!"

"Then we shall be massacred to the last man."

"No matter, I will push ahead. You will not abandon me?"

"I, my lord? My duty is to follow you; wherever you go I will follow.
What is it to me to be killed?"

And after having respectfully saluted the young man, the captain
withdrew with as tranquil and careless a step as though he were not
certain beforehand that the order just given him was equivalent to a
condemnation to death.

When he was alone the marquis remained an instant motionless; then,
stamping his foot with rage, and darting to heaven a look of defiance--

"Oh!" cried he, with a stifled voice, "These cursed diamonds; I will
have them, although it were necessary, in seizing them, to walk in
blood up to the girdle."




CHAPTER IX.

THROUGH THE DESERT.


While, according to his orders, the captain of the soldados da
conquista caused the camp to be raised and the mules to be laden,
preparing everything for an immediate departure, the marquis--a prey
to a terrible agitation--strode about his tent, cursing the fate which
appeared to dog his steps, and obstinately to destroy his most skilful
plans, constantly removing far from him at the moment when he thought
to seize it, the rich treasure that he coveted--a treasure which, since
he had laid himself out to seek it, had cost him so much fatigue and
weariness of every kind, and for which he had during so long a time
braved immense perils, and almost lost his honour.

Suddenly he stopped, striking his forehead. A new idea crossed
his mind, giving a brightness to his eye; he tore a page from his
pocketbook, wrote some words in haste, and gave it to a slave, ordering
him to carry it, on his part, to doña Laura Antonia de Cabral.

The day was splendidly beautiful; the sun had risen, radiant on
the horizon in waves of purple and gold; the morning breeze gently
refreshed the atmosphere, and the birds, timidly perched under the
foliage, sang with full vigour their joyous songs.

All was joy and happiness in that scene, so calm and majestic, which
the hand of man had not yet deformed.

The black slaves, the half-caste hunters, and the Indian soldiers who
composed the caravan, felt, spite of themselves, the magnetic influence
of that delicious morning, and appeared to have forgotten their
past perils and fatigues to care for nothing but the future, which
appeared to them so sweet, and so full of seductive promise; it was in
laughing, in singing, and in talking gaily among themselves, that they
accomplished the rude task of raising the camp.

The marquis alone remained dull and pensive. It was because, scorched
by the shameful thirst for gold, his heart concealed a terrible
tempest, and remained insensible to the magnificent harmonies of nature
which acted so powerfully on the rude but honest organisations of the
Indians and Negroes.

However, the horses were saddled, the mules were again loaded, the
rolled up tents were placed on a waggon drawn by several oxen. Doña
Laura had stepped into her palanquin, which was immediately closed upon
her. They only waited the order of the marquis to put themselves en
route.

Don Roque was walking apart, absorbed in his thoughts; he appeared
to have forgotten that all was ready for the departure, and that the
moment had come to effect the descent of the mountain--to enter the
desert.

At last the captain ventured to touch him lightly on the arm.

"What do you want with me, Don Diogo?" asked Don Roque, drily.

"My lord," answered he, "we only await your pleasure to commence the
journey."

"If it is so, let us set out immediately," answered he, making a
movement towards his horse.

"Pardon, my lord," pursued the Indian; "before you give orders for the
march, I have some important information to submit to you."

"To me!" cried the marquis, looking at him with surprise.

"To you, my lord," coldly answered the Indian.

"Is it a new treason by which I am threatened?" pursued he, with a
bitter smile; "And do you wish to abandon me--you also, Don Diogo?"

"You are doubly unjust to me, my lord," sharply answered the Indian; "I
have no intention of abandoning you."

"If I am wrong, which is possible, excuse me, Don Diogo; and let us
come to business, I beg you. Time flies."

"Some minutes more or less do not matter, my lord; we shall arrive
quickly enough where we are going."

"What do you wish to say--explain yourself."

"What I have already had the honour to say to you this morning, my
lord, that not one of us will return from this expedition."

The marquis made a gesture of impatience--

"Is it then for you to repeat to me your sinister predictions that you
stop me thus?" he cried.

"By no means, your Excellency; I do not admit my right either to
control your acts or to oppose your plans. I have warned you, that is
all. I am now at your orders."

"You have not, I hope, whispered a word to anyone of these absurd
crotchets which possess your brain?"

"What use would it be, my lord, to speak without your authority of what
you term crotchets, and what I term certainties? The soldiers placed
under my orders know as well as I do what awaits them in the desert. As
to your slaves, what use would it be to frighten them beforehand? Is it
not better to leave them in entire ignorance? For, I repeat, to escape
will be impossible for us."

The marquis knitted his eyebrows, and crossed his arms with anger.

"Let us see," resumed he, with a subdued voice, but nevertheless, with
trembled emotion, "let us make amend for it, Diogo."

"I ask nothing better, your Excellency."

"Speak, but be brief; I repeat, time flies, an hour ago we ought to
have been on our journey."

The captain scratched his forehead with an embarrassed air, but
appearing all of a sudden to arrive at a decision.

"This is the state of the case, my lord," said he; "up to the present
time we have traversed civilised countries, or nearly so, where we have
only had to contend against ordinary dangers; that is to say, the bites
of wild beasts or those of reptiles."

"Well?"

"Why, you understand, my lord, we are about, in a few minutes, to enter
the territory of the redskins."

"To what are you driving, with these interminable preambles?" asked the
marquis.

"To this, your Excellency; you are a great lord, expert in everything
connected with civilised life, but pardon me for saying so, in complete
ignorance of life in the desert. I believe then, with all due respect
to you, my lord, that it would be well for you to permit me to take
upon myself alone, from today, the responsibility of the journey of the
caravan. There, your Excellency, that is what I wished to say to you."

The marquis remained some moments silent; his eyes fixed on the calm
and loyal countenance of the captain.

"What you ask of me is very serious, Don Diogo," at last answered the
marquis. "Treason surrounds me on every side; the men on whom I thought
I had the most right to count have been the first to abandon me; you
yourself consider this journey in advance to be a folly, and appear to
be afflicted by sad presentiments."

"Your Excellency, I am not surprised at the suspicions against me which
arise in your mind; on the contrary, I think them very natural. But the
soldados da conquista are all tried men, chosen with the greatest care,
and since the formation of this corps there has never been found a
traitor in it. I do not say this for myself, but the honourable manner
in which I have spoken to you--the things I have told you--ought to
inspire, if not entire confidence in me, at least the commencement of
it."

"Yes, I know; all your proceedings have been in good faith; you see
that I render you justice."

"Not sufficiently, your Excellency; you judge me according to the
knowledge acquired in civilised life, and not by that of the desert.
Permit me, then, to make a simple observation."

"Speak."

"We are fifty leagues from the nearest town, a few leagues only from
the Indian enemies, who only await an opportunity to attack us."

"That is true," murmured the marquis pensively,

"Good! You understand me, your Excellency; now, suppose I am a traitor?"

"I have not said so."

"Well! I admit nothing would be easier for me than to abandon you to
yourself where we now are--to leave with my soldiers, and believe me,
your Excellency, you would be as irremediably lost as if I gave you
over tomorrow, or any other day, to the Indians."

The marquis turned pale, and his head fell on his breast with a
troubled air. The logic of the captain's reason struck him to the
heart, showing him his own powerlessness, and the great devotion of the
man whom he accused, and who was ready so nobly to sacrifice his life
to serve him.

"Pardon me my unjust suspicions, Don Diogo," he said; "my doubts are
dissipated forever. I have faith in you; act in your own way, without
even consulting me, if you think necessary. I swear to you, on my word
of honour as a gentleman, that I will not embarrass you in anything;
and that, under all circumstances, I will be the first to set the
example of obedience."

"I regret that I only have a life to sacrifice for you, my lord,"
answered the captain.

"Do not speak any more of that, my friend, but act for the best."

"I will try to do so, my lord. First, will you inform me in what
direction you intend to proceed?"

"We must first reach the borders of a little lake which lies in the
neighbourhood of the Rio Bermejo."

"Oh, oh," answered the Indian, "the journey is long; we have to
traverse, before arriving there, all the country of the Guaycurus and
the Payagoas; then we shall pass the Rio Pilcomayo, to enter the Islano
de Manso. It is a rough way, your Excellency."

"I have always thought that Malco Diaz made us take a wrong direction."

"You are wrong, my lord. The manner in which he has abandoned you
shows that he had the greatest interest in bringing you as quickly as
possible to the Indian territory."

"That is true."

"Now, my lord, if you will please to mount horse, we will set out as
soon as you like."

"Immediately," answered the marquis.

The young man went towards the palanquin, in which doña Laura was shut
up, whilst the captain rejoined his soldiers, and prepared all for the
departure.

The marquis reined his horse to the right side of the palanquin, and
slightly leaning from his saddle--

"Doña Laura," said he, "do you hear me?"

"I hear you," answered the young girl, although she remained invisible.

"Will you listen to me for a few minutes?" pursued the marquis.

"It is impossible for me to do otherwise," murmured she.

"You have received my letter this morning? Have you read it?"

"I have read it."

"I thank you, Señorita."

"I do not accept thanks which I do not merit."

"For what reason?"

"Because this letter has not in the least influenced my immovable
determination."

The marquis made a gesture of scorn.

"You do not accept my conditions?"

"No."

"Consider, that a terrible danger threatens you."

"It will be welcome, whatever it may be, if it delivers me from the
slavery in which you hold me."

"That is your last word, Señorita?"

"The last."

"But such obstinacy is folly."

"Perhaps. In any case it avenges me of you."

"It is to death that you are proceeding."

"I hope so; but you only asked of me a few minutes for conversation.
They have nearly passed. Spare me then, Señor, speaking anymore to me,
for I shall not answer you. Moreover, I perceive that your bandits are
resuming their journey."

Indeed, the caravan began to descend the slope of the mountain, the
path narrowed more and more, and a long conversation became absolutely
impossible.

"Oh; curses on you," cried the marquis with rage.

The young girl only answered by a burst of mocking laughter. Don Roque
made a last gesture of menace, and buried his spurs in the flanks of
his horse.

The captain had brought to bear on his arrangements for the march the
qualities both of a soldier and an experienced trapper.

The soldados da conquista, accustomed for a long period to make war on
the Indians, had been placed in advance by him, and on the flanks of
the caravan, under orders to clear the route, and to carefully watch
the thickets both to the right and left.

The half-caste hunters, formed in a single compact troop, advanced,
fusil on thigh and finger on trigger, with eye and ear on the watch.

The Negro slaves formed the rearguard.

The caravan, thus disposed, could not but present a considerably
extended and imposing line. It was composed of fifty-five men in
all, of whom about forty-five were resolute fellows, for a long time
accustomed to track the desert, and who could be reasonably counted on
in case of need. As to the other ten, they were Negro or mulatto slaves
who had never seen fire.

The caravan slowly descended the mountain, its track cleared right and
left by the soldiers sent out by the captain as scouts.

By degrees, as the travellers approached the desert, the landscape
changed, and assumed a more imposing and grand aspect.

Some moments more, and the descent would be finished.

Don Roque approached Don Diogo, and touching him lightly on the
shoulder--

"Well," said he, smiling, "we shall soon be on the plain, and we have
not seen a living soul. Believe me, captain, the threats made by the
Indians are but rodomontade; they have tried to frighten us, that is
all."

"Do you speak seriously, my lord?" said the Indian. "Do you really
believe what you say?"

"Certainly, dear Don Diogo; and everything, it appears to me, gives me
reason to do so."

"Then you are taking a wrong view of it, your Excellency, for I certify
to you that the Guaycurus have advanced nothing that they do not intend
to carry out."

"Do you fear an attack?" said the marquis.

"An attack--not, perhaps, immediately, but at least a summons."

"A summons; on the part of whom?"

"Why, on the part of the Guaycurus, probably."

"Come, you are jesting. On what do you base such supposition?"

"I do not suppose, your Excellency, I see."

"What, you see--"

"Yes, and it is easy for you to do the same, for before a quarter of an
hour the man whom I warn you of will be before you."

"Oh, oh! That is good."

"Look, your Excellency," said Diogo, stretching his arm in a certain
direction; "do you see that grass which quivers and bends with a
regular movement?"

"Yes, I see it; well?"

"You remark, do you not, that this movement is only partial, and
continually advances towards us?"

"Just so; but what does that prove?"

"That proves, your Excellency, that an Indian is coming towards us at a
gallop."

"Come, you are jesting, captain."

"Not the least in the world, my lord; you will soon have a proof of it."

"I shall only believe it when I see it."

"If it is so," pursued the captain, hiding a smile, "believe, then, for
here he is."

At that moment a Guaycurus Indian, armed as a warrior, and mounted on
a magnificent horse, suddenly emerged from the high grass, and boldly
reined up across the path, within a pistol shot of the Brazilians,
waving in his hand a tapir skin.

"Fire on that vagabond," cried the marquis, shouldering his carbine.

"Do not do that," said the captain.

"What! Is he not an enemy?" pursued the marquis.

"That may be, your Excellency; but at this moment he is an envoy."

"As an envoy--that savage? You are jesting with me without doubt,"
cried the marquis.

"By no means, my lord; let us hear what this man has to say to us."

"What good will it be?" said he, with scorn.

"If it were only to know the projects of those who have sent him."

The marquis hesitated an instant, then placing his carbine again in his
shoulder belt--

"Well, that is possible," murmured he; "better allow him to explain
himself. Who knows? Perhaps they desire to treat with us."

"It is not probable," answered the captain laughing; "but, in any case,
if you will permit me, my lord, I will go and question him."

"Do so, do so, Don Diogo; I am curious to know this message."

The captain bowed; then, after having thrown down his tromblon, his
sabre, and his knife, he proceeded at a trot towards the Indian.

"You are mad," cried Don Roque, darting towards him; "what, do you
abandon your arms? Do you wish, then, to be assassinated?"

Don Diogo smiled, shrugging his shoulders with disdain, and, holding
back the marquis's horse by the bridle to prevent him advancing any
further--

"Do you not see that that man is without arms?" said he.

The marquis made a gesture of surprise, and stopped; he had not
remarked that circumstance.




CHAPTER X.

THE GUAYCURUS.


The vast territory of Brazil is even at the present time inhabited by
numerous Indian tribes, spread over the sombre forests and the vast
deserts which cover that country.

Of these nations, two especially hold an important place in the history
of the aboriginal races of Brazil; these are the Payagoas and the
Guaycurus.

The latter most particularly occupy our attention.

After having exchanged with the marquis the few words which we have
reported, Don Diogo advanced alone, and without arms, towards the
Indian, who was boldly stationed across the path, and who regarded him
as he approached without making the slightest movement.

These two men, although of a common origin, and both descended from the
aboriginal race, and from the first owners of the soil which they trod,
offered, nevertheless, two quite distinct types, and formed the most
complete contrast.

The Guaycurus, painted as a warrior, proudly draped in his poncho,
boldly sitting on his horse--as untamed as himself--his flashing eye
firmly fixed on the man who advanced towards him, whilst a smile of
proud disdain played upon his lips, would have well represented in the
eyes of an observer the type of that powerful race, confident in its
right and in its power, which, since the first day of its discovery,
has sworn an implacable hatred to the whites; has retreated step by
step before them, without ever having turned their back; and which
has resolved to perish rather than submit to an odious yoke and a
dishonourable servitude.

The captain, on the contrary--less vigorously built, embarrassed in his
exact and artificial costume, bearing on his features the indelible
mark of the servitude to which he had submitted, constrained in his
posture, replacing haughtiness by effrontery, and only fixing by
stealth a saturnine look on his adversary--represented the bastard
type of that race to which he had ceased to belong, and the costumes of
which he had repudiated, to adopt without understanding them, those of
his conquerors, instinctively feeling his inferiority, and submitting,
perhaps unknown to himself, to the magnetic influence of that nature
which was so strong because it was free.

"Who are you, dog?" said the Guaycurus, harshly, casting on him a look
of contempt; "You who bear the garments of a slave?"

"I am as you are, a son of this land," answered the captain, in a
morose tone, "only more happy than you; my eyes are open to the true
faith."

"Do not employ your lying tongue in sounding your own praises. It ill
becomes you to me," answered the warrior, "to boast of the sweetness of
slavery."

"Are you then come, crossing my route, to insult me?" said the captain,
with an ill-suppressed accent of rage. "My arm is long, and my patience
short."

The warrior made a gesture of disdain.

"Who would dare to flatter himself to frighten Tarou Niom?" said he.

"I know you; I know that you are famed in your nation for your courage
in combat and your wisdom in council. Cease, then, from vain romancing
and bombast."

"A fool sometimes gives good counsel," was the warrior's repartee;
"what you say is just. Let us come, then, to the real subject of this
interview. I wait while you explain."

"Why have you not reported to the palefaces the message with which I
charged you for them?"

"I am no more the slave of the whites than you."

"And notwithstanding that warning, they continue to march in advance?"

"You see it is so."

"These men are mad."

"They by no means share that opinion. More sensible than you, without
fearing you, they do not scorn you."

"Is it not the greatest insult they can offer us, to dare to invade our
territory?"

"They do not invade your territory."

"You are a dog with a forked tongue. The palefaces have no occasion to
traverse our country."

"You have not the right to hinder the passage of peaceable citizens
through your country."

"If we have not that right, we take it. The Guaycurus are the only
masters of these territories."

"Listen to me," said Diogo, "that the truth may penetrate to your
heart."

"Speak; am I not here to listen to you?"

"We have no intention of penetrating any further into your country; we
only wish to pass."

"Aha! And what do you call the country to which you are going?" pursued
the chief.

"The country of the Frentones."

"The Frentones are the allies of my nation; to enter on their territory
is to enter on ours. We will not suffer this violation. Go and rejoin
him who has sent you, and tell him that Tarou Niom consents to allow
him to go, on condition that he will immediately turn his horse's head
towards the north."

The captain remained unmoved.

"Do you not understand me?" asked the warrior, with violence; "On that
condition alone can you hope to escape, every one of you, from death or
slavery. Go!"

"It is useless," answered the captain; "the white chief will not
consent to return before having definitively accomplished the object of
his journey."

"What interest induces this man to stake his life?"

"I do not know; that is not my affair."

"Good; so, notwithstanding all that I may say to him, he will continue
to advance?"

"I am convinced of it."

"Very well, he shall die."

"Is it, then, war that you desire?"

"No, it is vengeance. The whites are not our enemies; they are wild
beasts that we kill."

"Take care, chief; the struggle between us will be serious, I warn you."

"So much the better; it is a long time since my sons have met an enemy
worthy of their courage."

"This conversation is now useless; allow me to return to my people."

"Go, then; I have no more, indeed, to say to you. Remember, that it
is the obstinacy of your master that calls down upon his head the
misfortunes that will fall upon it."

"I thank you for the information; chief, I will profit by it, be sure
of that," said Diogo, with irony.

The Guaycurus smiled without answering, and, burying his spurs in the
flanks of his horse, disappeared almost instantly in the high grass.

The captain rejoined the marquis, who was waiting with impatience the
result of the interview.

"Well," cried he, as soon as Don Diogo had made his appearance.

"What I foresaw has happened," answered the Indian.

"Which is--"

"That these Guaycurus will not, under any pretext, allow us to place
our foot on their territory."

"Indeed!"

"They order us to retrace our steps; they are resolved not to give us a
passage."

"We shall force one for ourselves by passing over their corpses,"
haughtily cried the marquis.

"I doubt it, your Excellency. No one individually is capable of
successfully contending against ten enemies."

"Do you, then, think them so numerous?"

"I have understated it; it is not ten, but a hundred, that I should
have said."

"You seek to frighten me, Diogo?"

"What use would it be, your Excellency? I know that nothing I could
say to you would succeed in persuading you, it would be but wasting
precious time."

"Then it is you who are afraid," cried the marquis.

The Indian, at this undeserved insult, turned pale in the manner of the
men of his race; that is to say, his countenance assumed a tint of dull
white; his eyes flushed with blood, and a convulsive trembling agitated
all his limbs.

"What you say not only is not generous, your Excellency," he answered,
"but is inappropriate at this moment. Why insult a man who for the last
hour has endured uncomplainingly, on the part of your enemy, deadly
insults?"

"But at all events," resumed Don Roque, in a more gentle voice, "our
position is intolerable. We cannot remain here thus; how are we to
escape from the difficulty in which we are?"

"That, your Excellency, is what I am thinking of. An immediate attack
from the Guaycurus is not what concerns me at the present moment. I
know their manner of fighting; they must have at the present moment an
interest in sparing us--for why? I cannot yet decide, but I shall soon
know."

"What makes you suppose that?"

"The obstinacy with which they try to persuade us to return, instead of
assailing us unawares."

"What do you intend to do?"

"At first, to study the plans of the enemy, my lord, and, if God gives
me aid I shall succeed, I swear, in discovering those plans."

"Be assured, that if we succeed in defeating their projects, and in
escaping from our enemies, the recompense I shall give you will be
equivalent to the service you render me."

"It is useless to speak of reward to a dead man, and I consider myself
so," answered the captain.

"Always that thought!" said the young man.

"Yes, always, your Excellency, but do not concern yourself. Knowing
that I cannot escape the fate which threatens me, I will try all that
is humanly possible to postpone the inevitable catastrophe. That ought
to reassure you."

"Not much," said the marquis with a smile.

"Only, your Excellency, I repeat, I want all my liberty of action."

"I have given you my word, as a gentleman."

"And I have accepted it, my lord. The war we are now commencing has
nothing in common with those which, they tell me, you are accustomed to
make in Europe. We have in face of us enemies whose principal weapon
is trickery; it is only then by showing ourselves more keen and more
subtle than they, that we shall succeed in conquering them, if it is
possible for us--which I do not believe--to obtain that result."

"Once for all, I promise to give you the most perfect liberty, strange
and singular as appear to me the dispositions you judge it necessary to
take."

"That is speaking like a wise man; courage! Who knows? Perhaps God may
deign to work a miracle."

"I thank you for at last giving me a ray of hope, Diogo," said the
marquis, "as it is not a commodity of which you are a prodigal."

"We are men, to whom it is necessary to speak frankly, to put ourselves
on our guard, my lord, and not timid children, whom it is necessary to
deceive. Now," he added, "if you have no objection, we must encamp for
the night."

"What! Stop already!" cried the young man.

"What a pity!" cried the Indian, "That this expedition should be doomed
to end so badly! I could have given you some lessons, my lord, which
would have made you, in time, one of the most skilful trappers of the
Brazilian woods."

Notwithstanding the critical situation in which he was, the marquis
could not forbear laughing at this outburst of the worthy captain.

"Never mind," answered he, "do not deprive me of your lessons. Perhaps
they will be of use."

"With the favour of God, my lord; listen to me, then. This is what we
ought to do."

"I am all attention."

"We ought not to penetrate any farther into the desert before having
some positive information as to the movement of our enemies. This
information I alone can obtain, by mixing with them and introducing
myself into their villages. Do you understand me, my lord?"

"Pretty well; one thing alone in what you have told me remains
doubtful."

"What is it?"

"You intend yourself to go and seek news."

"Just so; such is my intention."

"Do you not think that will be very imprudent? You risk being
discovered."

"True, and if that should happen, my fate is decided. What would you,
my lord? There is a risk to run, but by no other means of acting.
However perilous such an expedition may be, it is not so much so as you
may suppose, for a man who, like me, belongs to the Indian race and
naturally knows the habits of the men he wishes to deceive."

While the marquis and the captain thus talked together, the caravan
continued to advance slowly through the inextricable meanderings of a
narrow path, traced with difficulty by the passage of wild beasts.

Silence the most complete reigned in the desert, which the foot of man
appeared never to have trodden since the time of its discovery.

Meanwhile the half-caste hunters and the soldados da conquista, aroused
by the unexpected presence before them of the Guaycurus chief, put
themselves on their guard; they only advanced according to the Spanish
expression, "with the beard on the shoulder," eye and ear on the
watch, finger on the trigger of their fusils, ready to fire at the
least alarm.

The caravan thus attained the hill on which Don Diogo proposed to
encamp. The Indian--with that infallible glance which a long experience
gives, and which is possessed only by men inured by years of life in
the desert, so varied and so full of unforeseen dangers--had admirably
chosen the only spot where it was possible to establish a camp which
could resist a sudden attack of the enemy.

This hill formed an advance post of one of the largest rivers of the
plain. Its steep sides were without verdure, its summit alone was
covered with a thick wood. On the side next to the river the hill,
which was almost perpendicular, was insurmountable, and only accessible
by the desert for a space of ten yards at the most.

The marquis congratulated Don Diogo on the sagacity with which he had
chosen this position--

"However," added he, "I cannot help asking myself whether it is
necessary for a single night to establish ourselves on the summit of
such a fortress."

"If we had but to remain there but a single night," answered the
Indian, "I should not have given myself the trouble of choosing this
place, but the information we have to obtain will take us some time,
and we may remain here a few days."

"Remain a few days here!" cried the marquis.

"I cannot say positively. Perhaps we may set out again tomorrow. That
will depend upon circumstances. Although our position may not be good,
still it depends a little upon us not to make it worse."

"You are always right, my friend," answered the young man; "let us camp
then since you wish it."

The captain then left the marquis, and proceeded to give all necessary
orders.

The Brazilians first occupied themselves in securing the most important
things--that is to say, the food and the munitions of war; then, this
care taken, they installed the camp on the edge of the platform of the
hill. They then formed a rampart of trunks of trees, interlaced one
in the other. Behind this first rampart the waggons and carts were
fastened in the form of a St. Andrew's cross.

According to the express orders of the captain, the trees which were
necessary for the fortifications had to be felled; the others remaining
standing were not only to give shade to the Brazilians, but also to
serve for defence in case of assault, and moreover, to prevent the
Indians reckoning them, and thus knowing the number of enemies whom
they had to attack.




CHAPTER XI.

A STRATEGIC ASSAULT.


When night was come, and obscurity had completely enveloped the
landscape; Don Diogo entered the tent where the marquis was walking up
and down, his head drooping, and his arms crossed on his chest.

"Ah, 'tis you, Captain?" said the young man, stopping. "What news?"

"Nothing, your Excellency," answered the Indian. "All is calm; the
night, I think, will be tranquil."

"However, you have, if I am not deceived, something to say to me."

"Just so, your Excellency; I come to announce that I am about to quit
the camp."

"You quit the camp!"

"Is it not necessary that I go out for information?"

"True; how long do you reckon to be on this excursion?"

"Who can say, your Excellency? Perhaps one day, perhaps two; perhaps
only a few hours. All will depend on circumstances. It is possible that
I shall never return."

The marquis remained an instant--his eyes fixed with a strange
expression on the captain.

"Don Diogo," said he, at last, placing his hand in a friendly way on
his shoulder, "before leaving me, permit me to ask you a question."

"Do so, my lord."

"What is the reason which induces you to manifest so great a
devotion--so complete a self-denial?"

"What good would it do to tell you, my lord; you would not understand
me."

"Several times have I asked myself this question without being able to
reply. We have only known each other two months; before the treason of
Malco, I had scarcely exchanged a few ordinary words with you."

"Mon Dieu, my lord," carelessly answered the Indian; "I in nowise
interest myself in you, believe me."

"But, then," cried the marquis, with the utmost surprise, "why risk
your life for me?"

"I have told you, my lord, that you would not understand me."

"Never mind, my friend; answer my question, I beg you."

"You wish it, your Excellency?"

"I demand it, as far as I am permitted to have my way on such a matter."

"Be it so; listen to me then, my lord; only I doubt, I repeat, whether
you will understand me."

"Speak, speak."

"Do not be angry, then, my lord, I beg you, if what you are about to
hear should appear a little hard. To a question frankly put I must
make a candid answer. You personally do not interest me at all. You
yourself have said that I scarcely know you. Only it happens that you
are in some respects under my keeping; that when I was placed under
your orders, I swore to defend you in all circumstances during the time
we should travel together. When that miserable Malco betrayed you, I
understood the responsibility that the treason caused to devolve upon
me."

"But," interrupted the marquis, "that is no reason why you should
sacrifice your life."

"It is not to you, my lord, it is to myself that I make this
sacrifice--to my honour, which would be wounded if I did not, if
necessary, fall by your side, in trying, up to the last moment, to
protect you, and to make a shield for you by my body. But," added
he, with a sad smile, "of what use is it to dwell on this subject my
lord? Profit by my devotion, without disquieting yourself about other
matters. Moreover, it is not so great a thing as you think."

"How is that?"

"Eh! Mon Dieu, my lord, for a very simple reason; we soldados da
conquista, who incessantly make war against the Indian bravos,
continually stake our lives, and always finish by being killed in some
ambuscade. You see that the sacrifice I make for you is very little,
and does not merit in any way that I should glory in it."

Don Roque felt emotion in spite of himself, at the artless loyalty of
this half-civilised man.

"You are worth more than I am," he said, holding out his hand.

"Why, no, my lord; I am less civilised, that is all; and," he
continued, "now that I have answered your question, we will, if you
please, return to our business."

"I do not ask anything better, Captain; you told me, I think, that you
intended to quit the camp?"

"We have not an instant to lose to try and gain information; we have to
do, do not forget, with Indian bravos--the cleverest and bravest of the
desert. They are tough adversaries."

"I begin to believe it."

"While I am absent, remain in the camp, keep a good watch, and make
yourself personally certain that the sentinels do not sleep at their
post."

"Depend upon me for that."

"I forgot one very important thing, my lord; if you are attacked by the
Indians during my absence, and hard put to it, attach a red faja to the
highest branch of the watch tree; this faja I shall see in whatever
place I may be."

"That shall be done; have you any other recommendations?"

"None, your Excellency; it only remains for me now to take leave.
Remember not to go out."

"I shall not stir a step; that's agreed on. You will find me again, I
hope, in as good a situation as that in which you leave me."

"I hope so, my lord. Au revoir!"

Diogo bowed a second time, and left the tent.

The captain set out from the camp on foot.

The soldados da conquista rarely use horses; they only employ them when
they have a long journey on the plain, for the Brazilian forests are so
thick and encumbered with ivy and creeping plants, that it is literally
impossible to traverse them, otherwise than hatchet in hand, which
renders a horse not only useless, but in some respects an obstruction,
to his master, by the embarrassment which he continually causes.

Thus the soldados da conquista are generally excellent pioneers. These
men have legs of iron, nothing stops or retards them; they march with
a speed and certainty which would shame our chasseurs à pied, who,
nevertheless, justly enjoy a reputation as hardy fellows on the march.

Captain Diogo enjoyed among his companions--good judges in such a
matter--a reputation for uncommon sagacity. He had on many occasions
given proofs of admirable skill and address, but he had never found
himself in such difficult circumstances before.

The Indian bravos, of whom he was the implacable foe, and to whom he
had caused irreparable losses, held him in deadly hatred, mingled with
superstitious terror. Diogo had so often, and with such good fortune,
escaped the snares spread under his feet--so often escaped a nearly
certain death--that the Indians had come to believe that this man was
protected by some unknown charm, and that he possessed supernatural
power.

The captain knew well the opinion that the Indians had of him; he knew
that if ever he fell into their hands, not only had he no quarter to
hope for, but, moreover, that he had to expect the most frightful
tortures. This certainly, however, had no influence on his mind; his
boldness was not dismayed, and, far from taking precautions during the
course of his various expeditions, it was with unspeakable pleasure
that he braved his adversaries to the face.

The expedition that he was now making was the boldest and most
difficult of all he had attempted.

His intention was nothing less than to enter a village of the
Guaycurus, to be present at their meetings, and thus succeed in
discovering their secrets.

After having left the camp, the captain rapidly descended the hill,
proceeding, notwithstanding the thick darkness which surrounded him,
with as much certainty as by daylight, and walking with such lightness,
that the noise of his steps would, at some yards' distance, have been
imperceptible to the most practised ear.

When he had reached the bank of the river, he looked around him an
instant; then he threw himself on the ground, and commenced to crawl
gently in the direction of a neighbouring wood, a part of which was
washed by the water of a river.

Arrived at two or three steps from the wood, the Indian suddenly
stopped, and thus remained for several minutes, without even the noise
of his breathing being heard.

Then, after having, by looking around him, sounded the darkness, as it
were, he huddled himself into a small space, like a wild beast ready to
take a spring. Seizing his knife in the right hand, he lightly raised
his head, and imitated, with rare accuracy, the hissing of the giboya,
or boa constrictor.

Scarcely had this hissing sound been heard when the branches of the
thicket were agitated; they were then separated with violence, and an
Indian bounded in fright towards the river. At the same moment the
captain darted behind him, buried his knife in the Indian's neck, and
laid him dead at his feet.

This murder had been committed in less time than it has taken us to
relate it. But a few seconds had flown, and the warrior was lying
lifeless before his implacable enemy.

Don Diogo coolly wiped his knife with a tuft of grass, replaced it in
his girdle, and leaning over his victim, he regarded him attentively.

"Come," he murmured, "fortune has favoured me; this is one of the
chiefs; his costume will suit me."

After this "aside," which explained the secret motive for the murder
he had just committed in so rude a manner, the captain took upon his
shoulders the body of the Guaycurus, and concealed himself with it in
the thicket, from which he had so skilfully drawn his enemy.

The reader must not conclude, from what we have just related, that the
captain was a ferocious and sanguinary man. Don Diogo enjoyed amongst
his companions a merited reputation for kindness and humanity, but the
circumstances in which he was placed at that moment were exceptional.
It was evident that if the Guaycurus spy, whom he had surprised and so
pitilessly killed, had perceived him first, he would have stabbed him
without hesitation. For that matter, the captain had taken care to say
as much himself to the marquis. The war which was commencing was one of
treachery and ambush.

Time was precious; he therefore hastened to despoil his victim, in
whose vestments he clothed himself. By a fortunate coincidence the two
men were about the same size.

The Indians possess a particular talent, not only for personation, but
even put themselves into the very skin of those whose features they
wish to borrow.

With very trifling exceptions, the painting of the Guaycurus chiefs
is all the same, and as their bearing differs very little, when an
Indian of pure race assumes their costume, he easily attains a complete
disguise.

In a few instants the dead man was despoiled; only the captain took
care to place under the enemy's poncho his own pistols and knife.

After having carefully concealed his own vestments in a hole which
he dug for that purpose, the captain assured himself that profound
silence reigned around him; then, reassured or nearly so, he took the
corpse again upon his shoulders, attached a large stone to its neck, to
prevent it from floating, and, carefully separating the branches of the
thicket (the roots of which were planted in the water), he pushed it
gently into the river, without making the least noise.

This delicate operation terminated, the captain glided again into the
thicket, with a smile of satisfaction.

Two hours thus passed away, during which the mysterious silence of the
desert was not disturbed.

Diogo began to weary of the length of his task; he was seeking some
means of bringing it to an end, and of joining the Guaycurus, who could
not, in all probability, be far removed, when a slight trembling of the
dry leaves awakened his attention.

He soon perceived the step of a man who was approaching him; this man,
although walking cautiously, did not appear to think the situation
dangerous enough to demand great precautions--hence this trembling
which, slight as it was, had not escaped the delicate and experienced
ear of the captain.

But what was this man, and what did he want?

These questions that Diogo addressed to himself, and which were
impossible for him to answer, only resulted in alarming him seriously
for his personal safety.

To guard against anything which might happen, the captain held himself
on his guard; the critical moment had arrived to contend with artifice
against those whom he wished to deceive. He prepared himself to sustain
bravely the shock, whatever it might be, with which he was threatened.

Arrived at about four paces from the thicket, in the midst of which
the captain had placed himself--motionless and silent as a block of
granite--the unknown rover stopped.

For some seconds there was perfect silence, during which one could
almost have heard the brave soldier's heart beating.

He could not, by reason of the darkness, see his enemy, but he guessed
where he was, and became very uneasy, considering his silence and his
stillness as a bad omen.

On a sudden the cry of an owl was heard in the air twice repeated.
Perfectly modulated as this imitation was, the ear of an Indian could
not be deceived.

The captain understood that this cry was a signal from his unknown
visitor; but to whom was it addressed? Was it to him, or was it to some
warriors ensconced in the neighbouring thickets?

Perhaps the precautions of Diogo had not been well taken; the knot
which tied the cord round the neck of the warrior whom he had killed
had perhaps come undone, the body had floated, and the Guaycurus,
perceiving the corpse, had discovered the treason, and were coming at
this moment to avenge their brother by killing his assassin.

These various thoughts crossed the mind of the soldier like a flash
of lightning; however, it was necessary to act, any hesitation would
have ruined him. So, recommending himself to fate, the captain made a
desperate effort, and, in his turn, imitated twice the cry of the owl.

He then waited with anxiety the result of this desperate attempt, not
daring to believe in its success.

This uncertainty was short; almost at the same instant the man, whoever
he might be, who was concealed near the thicket, raised his voice. He
spoke in the Guaycurus language, which Diogo not only understood, but
spoke with race perfection.

"My brother, has the Grand Sarigue seen the whites?"

"No."

"Good! Come."

After having exchanged these few words, Don Diogo obeyed the injunction
that was thus given him, and boldly came out of the thicket, although,
despite the success of his stratagem, he did not feel himself
completely reassured.

The Indian, whom he recognised at the first glance to be Tarou Niom
himself, was so convinced he was dealing with one of his own warriors,
that he did not even give himself the trouble to examine him. Moreover,
the chief appeared to be preoccupied.

"These dogs, then, have not ventured to scour the plain during the
darkness?" asked he.

"No," answered Diogo, "they remain together like poltroon dogs, they do
not dare to stir."

"I thought them more brave and skilful. They have with them a man who
knows the desert well--a traitor, as to whom I reserve myself to put
hot coals into his eyes, and cut out his lying tongue."

The captain inwardly trembled at these threats, which were addressed to
him.

"This dog shall die," said he.

"He and those whom he conducts," answered the chief. "I have need of my
brother."

"I am at the orders of Tarou Niom."

"_Epoï_, I speak. For the success of my projects we must have the
assistance of the Payagoas, without their war canoes I can attempt
nothing. Emavidi Chaime has promised to send me fifty, each manned by
ten warriors, as soon as I express my wish for them. My brother, the
Grand Sarigue, will go and ask for these canoes?"

"I will go."

"I have myself brought here my brother's horse, in order that he may
lose no time. Here is my _keaio_,[1] my brother will show it to Emavidi
Chaime, the chief of the Payagoas, on the part of his friend Tarou
Niom, and will say to him--"

"'Tarou Niom demands the accomplishment of the promise made.'"

"I will say it," said Diogo.

"Good, my brother is a great warrior; I love him, let him follow me."

The two men then began to march rapidly without speaking, one behind
the other.

Don Diogo inwardly congratulated himself on the fate which had been
pleased to arrange matters so well, for he feared the piercing eye of
the Guaycurus chief, and it was with a secret apprehension that he
thought of the moment when they should both arrive at the camp, where
the light of the watch fires would reveal his disguise to the eyes of
the Guaycurus--so difficult to deceive, and who, moreover, knew the man
he personated too well to allow him to impose upon them.

Meanwhile the two men reached a glade where two horses were held by the
bridle by a slave.

"Here is the horse of my brother, let him depart," said Tarou Niom; "I
await his return with impatience. He proceeds towards the south. As for
me, I return to the camp, soon to see you again."

Diogo did not know which of the two horses was his own; fearing to make
a mistake, and to take one for the other, he feigned to stumble in
order to give the chief time to put himself in the saddle, which the
latter, whose suspicion was not awakened, did immediately.

Diogo imitated his example.

The two men buried their spurs in the flanks of their horses, and went
off at full speed in different directions.

When he was at last alone, the captain could not suppress a sigh of
relief.


[1] knife.




CHAPTER XII.

THE PAYAGOA VILLAGE.


The Guaycurus and their allies the Payagoas are essentially shepherds.
They are also thorough agriculturalists. The former are horsemen, and
spend half their lives roaming about; the latter are stationary. They
in general live on the banks of rivers and lakes, and are much addicted
to fish.

Their habitations are mere huts of the most primitive description.

Diogo scarcely knew which route to follow to arrive at the village of
the Payagoas--not only of the position, but even of the existence of
which he was ignorant.

As he had already often found himself in connection with them, and knew
their usages, he had darted off quite at random in the direction the
chief had indicated to him, intending to follow as nearly as possible
the bank of the river, convinced that there only he would find their
village, if it really existed, which he had no reason to doubt.

He galloped all night, scarcely knowing where he was going, and
ardently longing for sunrise.

At last the day dawned. Diogo ascended a rather high hill, and from
thence he looked around him.

At three or four leagues from the spot where he had stopped, on the
very bank of the river, the captain perceived--in a rather misty light
it is true, but nevertheless distinct to his piercing eye--a confused
and considerable mass of cabins, over which hovered a thick cloud of
smoke.

Diogo descended the hill, and resumed his course, making straight for
the village. When he approached it, he could see it was more important
than he at first thought, and fortified by an enclosure formed by a
large and deep ditch, behind which they had raised a range of sticks,
bound together with ivy.

The captain called all his boldness to his aid, and, after a moment of
hesitation, bravely advanced towards the village, into which he entered
at a gallop.

The warriors were still for the most part asleep, lying on hides
stretched on the ground, the body covered by the clothing of the women,
and the head placed on little bundles of hay, of which their females
make use in riding on horseback.

In the streets that the captain traversed, he only met children or a
few women going to seek a supply of wood. Others prepared the meal of
manioc; some, crouched down before their cabins, were making either
pottery or baskets, but the greater number were occupied in weaving the
cotton stuff which they use for clothing.

Notwithstanding the early hour, great activity reigned in the village,
which appeared to be very populous. The captain cast, as he proceeded,
a curious glance on all that was offered to his view, inwardly
astonished at the laborious manner of living of these poor Indians,
whom travellers are pleased to represent as so indolent that the least
work is repugnant to them, and as rather liking to pass the entire day
in smoking or sleeping, than in concerning themselves with the cares
which the necessities of life so imperiously demand.

However, notwithstanding the curiosity that devoured him, and the
admiration that this spectacle gave rise to, prudence warned him to
allow nothing to appear on his countenance.

Although he had successfully penetrated into the interior of the
village, Diogo could not but be considerably embarrassed to find the
cottage inhabited by the captain of the Payagoas.

Diogo vainly turned over in his mind, while continuing his gallop,
the means of escaping from this embarrassment, when chance once more
came to his aid. At the moment when he passed before a cabin of good
appearance, forming the angle of a square, his horse, frightened by a
tame peccary, which suddenly rushed howling to fasten to the horse's
legs, began to rear, which in an instant brought round it twenty of
those lazy people who always abound in the centres of population.

These idlers, whose numbers increased every minute, pressed more and
more round the horse, which the captain had extreme difficulty in
restraining, and in preventing from doing injury to some of the people,
whose cries began seriously to frighten the animal.

At the same instant a man of tall stature came out from the hut of
which we have spoken, and, attracted by the noise, threaded the crowd,
which separated respectfully on his appearance, and soon found himself
in face of the captain.

The latter, who, two days previously, when he had been on the search
of the guide, had met with the chief of the Payagoas, recognised him
immediately.

Saluting him in the Indian fashion, he jumped to the ground.

"Ai!" cried the chief; "A Guaycurus warrior? What has happened, then?"

"At the instant, when I was about to stop my horse before the cottage
of the captain, for whom I have a message," answered Diogo without
being disconcerted, "a peccary frightened him."

"Epoï! My brother is a complete Guaycurus horseman; the animal is
tame," graciously said Emavidi, "and is allowed to stray. What is my
brother's name?"

"The Grand Sarigue," said Diogo.

"Ai! I know the name of my brother; he is a renowned warrior; I have
often heard people praise him; I am happy to see him."

The captain thought it necessary to bow.

Emavidi continued--

"My brother has made a long track to arrive here; he will accept the
hospitality of a chief. The Payagoas love the Guaycurus; they are
brothers."

"I accept the generous offer of the chief," answered the captain.

Emavidi Chaime clapped his hands. A slave ran towards him. The chief
ordered him to take charge of Diogo's horse. He then dismissed the
crowd which had stopped before his door with a gesture, and introduced
the captain to his cabin, the entrance to which he closed with a hurdle
covered with an ox's hide.

The cabin was spacious, well ventilated, clean, and internally arranged
with uncommon intelligence.

In a distant corner of the apartment the slaves were occupied in
certain labours, under the direction of the wife of the chief.

On a sign from Emavidi, she came with haste to welcome the stranger,
and to offer him all the refreshment which she supposed he needed.

This woman was named White Star. She was tall and well made: her
features were intelligent, without being absolutely handsome. The
expression of her countenance was sweet; she appeared to be about
twenty-two or twenty-three years of age at the most.

Her costume was composed of a piece of stuff streaked with various
colours, which enveloped her rather tightly from the chest to the foot,
fastened at the hips by a large girdle, called ayulate, of a crimson
colour. This girdle is white in the case of young girls, and they only
abandon it when they marry. Pinia-Pai was neither painted nor tattooed;
her long black hair, arranged in the Brazilian style, fell nearly to
the ground; little silver beads, threaded, forming a kind of chaplet,
encircled her neck; metal plates attached to her breast half-concealed
her bosom, and large semicircles of gold were suspended to her ears.

With this picturesque costume this young woman was not wanting in a
certain piquant grace, and was calculated, as indeed was the fact, to
appear charming to the captain.

With a celerity full of respect, White Star had in an instant garnished
the table with dishes, the abundance of which made up for the frugality
of the repast, for it consisted only of meat, fruits, boiled fish, and
meat dried in the sun, and roasted on hot coals.

Diogo, on the invitation of the chief, proceeded to do honour to this
improvised repast, of which he had begun to feel the want.

The chief, although taking no part in the repast, excited his guest
to eat, and the captain, whose appetite appeared to increase as he
proceeded, did not need any pressing to vigorously attack all the
dishes.

Moreover, apart from the hunger Diogo felt, he knew that not to eat
much, when one is invited to the table of a chief, is considered by the
latter as wanting in politeness, and almost a mark of contempt.

However, a time arrived when, notwithstanding all his good will, he was
obliged to stop.

Emavidi Chaime, who had followed with interest the prowess accomplished
by his guest, appeared charmed. He then offered him some tobacco in a
long pipe of palm leaves, rolled together, and the two men proceeded to
emit large puffs of smoke in each other's faces.

When her presence was no longer necessary, White Star had discreetly
withdrawn into another apartment of the cottage, making a sign to her
slaves to follow her.

A considerable lapse of time now elapsed, without a single word being
exchanged. The nature of the Indians is contemplative, and has much in
common with that of the Orientals. Tobacco produces on them the effect
of a narcotic, and if it does not completely send them to sleep, it at
least plunges them for a considerable time into a kind of somnolent
ecstasy.

It was Emavidi Chaime who first broke silence.

"My brother, the Grand Sarigue, is the bearer of a message from Tarou
Niom to me?" said he.

"Yes," answered Diogo.

"Is this message personal, or is it addressed to the other captains of
the nation, and to the grand council?"

"It is only for my brother, Emavidi Chaime."

"Epoï, does my brother think proper to communicate it to me at once, or
does he prefer to wait and take some hours of repose?"

"The Guaycurus warriors are not weak women," answered Diogo; "a journey
of a few hours on horseback takes nothing from their vigour."

"My brother has well spoken; what he says is true. My ears are open;
the words of Tarou Niom always rejoice the heart of his friend."

"Tarou Niom is prudent," answered Diogo; "he knows that the Pai dogs
now tread the sacred earth of the Guaycurus and the Payagoas. Treason
has come with them."

Then, removing from his girdle, where he had placed it, the knife that
the chief had sent by him, he presented it to the Payagoas.

"Here," said he, "is the keaio of Tarou Niom. Does the captain, Emavidi
Chaime, recognise it?"

The chief took it in his hands, considered it for an instant with
attention, and, replacing it on the table--

"I recognise it," said he; "my brother can speak."

Diogo bowed as a sign of acknowledgment, passed the knife again into
his girdle, and answered--

"Here are the words of Tarou Niom; they are graven in the heart of the
Grand Sarigue. Tarou Niom reminds the captain of the Payagoas of his
promise; he asks him if he has really the intention to keep it?"

"Yes, I will keep the promise made to my brother, the captain of the
Guaycurus. This very day the grand council will assemble, and tomorrow
the war canoes will ascend the river; I myself will direct them."

"What, then, does my brother mean?" said Diogo; "I do not understand
him. Does he not say that the war canoes will ascend the river?"

"I have, indeed, said so," answered the chief.

"For what reason will my brother take that direction?"

"Why, to aid, as has been agreed between us, Tarou Niom, to conquer the
Pai dogs."

"Listen to the words of the chief; the Pai are surrounded by my
warriors; flight is impossible for them; already discouraged and half
dying with hunger, in two or three suns at the latest they will fall
into my hands, if my brother remember his promise."

"Well?" interrupted the chief.

"Other enemies more serious," imperturbably continued Diogo, "threaten
us at this moment."

"Is that true, then, which, this very morning, one of my scouts told
me?" cried the chief.

"It is, unhappily, but too true," coolly answered Diogo. "It is
especially with the design of assuring you of that news, and of taking
with you the necessary dispositions--that is to say," said he, with a
gracious smile, "to concert only measures of safety that it may suit
you to adopt in the general interest, and to report them immediately to
Tarou Niom, in order that he may efficiently support you, that he has
sent me to his brother."

"So the whites are entering in all directions?"

"Yes."

"The captain, Joachim Terraira, has then really set out from Villa
Bella?"

"There cannot be the least doubt of that," boldly answered Diogo.

"And Tarou Niom," pursued the chief, "thinks that I ought to dispute
the passage of the Pai?"

"Six thousand warriors will join those of the Payagoas chief."

"But it is especially the passage of the river that it is important to
defend."

"This opinion is also that of Tarou Niom."

"Epoï, my warriors, aided by those of my brother, Tarou Niom, will keep
the ford of Camato, whilst the great war canoes will intercept the
communications, and harass the Pai along the river."

"My brother has perfectly understood his wishes."

"What may be the number of the Pai who come from Bella Villa?"

"Tarou Niom has been assured that they were at least two thousand."

"Ai; that is extraordinary; I have been told that their number is not
more than five hundred."

Diogo bit his lips, but immediately collecting himself--

"They are more numerous than the leaves strewed by the hurricane," said
he, "only they are divided into little war detachments."

"Ha!" cried the chief, with alarm, "That is terrible."

"Moreover," added Diogo, who knew the terror Indians have for Negroes,
"each war detachment is followed by a considerable number of coatas
(Negroes), who have taken the terrible oath to massacre all the
Payagoas wanderers, and to carry away their wives and daughters."

"Oh!" said the chief, with a feeling of ill-concealed fright; "The
coatas are not men, they resemble evil genii. The warning of my brother
shall not be lost. This very evening the women and children shall leave
the village to withdraw into the Llano de Manso, and the warriors shall
proceed to march to the ford of Camato, followed by all the war canoes."

Diogo rose--

"Does the Grand Sarigue leave, then, already?" asked the chief, rising
also.

"It is necessary, chief; Tarou Niom has charged me with making the
greatest haste."

"Epoï, my brother will thank the great captain of the Guaycurus."

The two men went out. On the order of Emavidi Chaime a slave brought
out Diogo's horse; the latter leaped into the saddle, exchanged a few
more words with the chief, and then they separated.

The captain was delighted. Up to the present time all had succeeded
beyond his hope; not only did he know the plans of the enemy, but also
he had learned that the Paulistas, who had suddenly appeared on the
battlefield, could, at any moment, come to aid them. Moreover, he had
hindered the junction of the two Indian nations, which, by preserving a
free passage of the rivers, offered a chance of safety to the caravan.

Diogo left the village at a gentle trot, plunged in these sanguine
reflections, and only wishing one thing--to rejoin his companions as
soon as possible.

When he saw the desert plain spread out before him, he leant over the
neck of his horse, refreshed and invigorated by two hours of repose,
touched it with the spur, and began to dart along with the rapidity of
the wind.

On a sudden, at the turn of a path, he came across a horseman who was
coming towards him with a rapidity equal to his own.

Diogo could not repress an exclamation of surprise, and almost of fear.
In this horseman he recognised Malco Diaz.

"Fortune turns," grumbled he between his teeth, at the same time urging
forward his horse, which appeared to annihilate space.




CHAPTER XIII.

THE CHASE.


The unforeseen encounter with the mameluco had suddenly upset don
Diogo's course of ideas.

The inquisitive look which the ex-guide had cast at him as he passed,
the cry that he himself had, in the suddenness of his surprise, allowed
to escape--all these circumstances gave him much to think of.

The eye of hatred is piercing. The Indian did not conceal from himself
that the half-caste had in the depth of his heart a bitter hatred for
him, not only for the manner in which he had pursued him after his
departure from the camp, but because Diogo had in some respects taken
his place near the marquis.

What gave a little hope to the Indian was, that the meeting had
been so fortuitous, and at the same time so rapid, that, thanks to
his disguise, the completeness of which had deceived Emavidi Chaime
himself, it was almost impossible to recognise him without examination.

Diogo made a mistake, and he soon had a proof of it.

His very disguise had caused his enemy, if not to recognise, at least
to suspect him.

Now, the very morning of the day on which we again meet with him, two
hours before sunrise, Malco Diaz had had a rather long conversation
with Tarou Niom relative to the last arrangements agreed upon between
them.

During the course of this conversation, as Malco Diaz insisted that
the chief should attack the whites without more delay, the latter had
answered that he could not commence the assault before the arrival of
his allies, the Payagoas; that he did not wish by precipitation, which
nothing could justify, to compromise the success of an enterprise
so well managed up to that time; that for that matter the delay was
insignificant, and would not extend beyond a few hours, since he had
dispatched to Emavidi Chaime one of his most faithful warriors, the
Grand Sarigue, in order to urge him to make haste in joining them.

Malco took leave of the Guaycurus captain, and mounting immediately on
horseback, he proceeded towards the village, hoping every moment to
discover the Payagoas flotilla.

He was not likely to see the canoes--the reason we already know; only,
arrived at a certain spot, it seemed to him that he could distinguish
something, the appearance of which he thought very suspicious,
partially concealed in the reeds.

Malco Diaz was curious; he dearly liked to ascertain the cause of
things, and to find out the explanation of what he could not understand.

He approached the river with the design of assuring himself as to what
this doubtful object might be, in which he soon recognised a corpse.

The mameluco alighted, threw his lasso, drew out the corpse with it,
and contemplated it. His astonishment was great when in this mutilated
corpse, already half-devoured by the alligators, he recognised the
Grand Sarigue, that very warrior that Tarou Niom had a few hours before
dispatched to the Payagoas.

The half-caste left the corpse there without concerning himself about
it any further; he mounted his horse, and resumed his journey so much
the more rapidly as, since the messenger was dead, he had not been
able to fulfil his commission.

Only, who had killed the Grand Sarigue? In what way had this murder
been committed?

Following up these doubtful circumstances, he came across a horseman
coming from the village of the Payagoas, whither he himself was
proceeding, and from which he was scarcely a league distant, and,
strange to say, this horseman appeared the very man whom he had found
some moments since dead and half-devoured.

The affair became very embarrassing; the half-caste did not know what
to think; he asked himself whether he had not been deceived--if the
corpse he had discovered was really that of the Grand Sarigue?

All of a sudden a bright idea crossed his mind; there was evidently
treason, the man whom he had met wore a disguise!

One man only could have assumed with such rare skill another costume
and bearing. That man was Diogo.

As soon as this thought had occurred to Malco Diaz, it gave certainty
to his mind. Foaming with rage at having been so far duped, and burning
to revenge himself, he abruptly turned the bridle of his horse.

But while Malco was making these reflections, and had, by a course
of deduction, at last arrived at the truth, a considerable time had
passed--a time that the Indian had profited by planning and preparing
for a ruse which should aid him to escape.

Persons who do not know that noble and intelligent race, the horses of
the American desert, will, with difficulty, conceive even a distant
idea of the wonderful speed with which a pursuit in the desert is
executed.

When the horse has been incessantly excited, he feels the magnetic
influence of his horseman, and appears to identify himself with him,
and to understand his wishes.

Grand in his fury and energy, his eyes full of fire, his nostrils
spirting with blood, his mouth foaming, feeling neither bit nor bridle,
he seems to annihilate space, leaping ravines, scaling hills, crossing
rivers, overcoming all obstacles with a dexterity, skill, and velocity,
which pass all belief, animating himself on his journey, and by
degrees reaching a kind of mad and proud excitement, so much the more
beautiful, as he appears to understand that he may die in the desperate
battle in which he is struggling; but what matters if he attains the
end, and if his master is saved?

It was such a journey as that we have just described that at this
moment was maintained, shall we say, by the two horses, for their
horsemen, impelled by their implacable hatred, saw nothing and thought
of nothing.

Malco Diaz redoubled his efforts to regain the ground he had lost, but
in vain. He was alone, and his horse had attained the extreme limit of
his speed.

Woods succeeded to woods; hills to hills. Diogo was still invisible; he
appeared to have been suddenly engulphed, so wonderful was his rapid
disappearance.

If the half-caste was well mounted, the captain also had an excellent
horse.

Finally, after three hours of a desperate course, Malco Diaz arrived
at the summit of a little hill which he had ascended at a gallop, and
perceived far before him a cloud of dust which seemed to fly before the
hurricane.

He guessed it was his enemy, and afresh urged his horse, whose efforts
were already prodigious.

By degrees, whether it was that the horse that Diogo rode was more
fatigued than that of the half-caste, by reason of his long journey
on the previous night, or whether that of Malco Diaz was naturally
swifter, the latter perceived that he gained on his enemy.

The mameluco uttered a cry of joy, like the howl of a wild beast, and
seized his carbine.

Meanwhile, the journey was still continued, and afar off in the distant
horizon might be seen the hill on the summit of which the Brazilians
had encamped. No doubt, the sentinels of the whites posted on the trees
could distinguish, although indistinctly, the strange actors in this
extraordinary struggle.

It was necessary, then, to bring it to an end, so much the more as,
strange to say, the Guaycurus remained invisible, and thus allowed it
to be supposed that they had discovered the uselessness of a longer
blockade.

The solitude and abandonment on the part of his allies disquieted the
half-caste.

At last the distance between the two travellers became so little that
they would soon find themselves within pistol shot of each other.

Malco Diaz charged his carbine, shouldered it, and without slackening
his horse, fired.

Diogo's horse, struck in the body made a prodigious bound in advance,
reared convulsively on his hind legs, uttered a neigh of grief, and
fell backward, dragging his rider with him in his fall.

Malco slung his carbine and darted like a shot, with a cry of triumph,
on his enemy.

Leaping immediately to the ground, he darted towards him with a bound
like a tiger, and raised his poignard to finish him, in case he was not
quite dead.

But his arm fell powerless by his side, and he started back with a howl
of disappointment and rage.

At the same moment he was vigorously seized from behind, and stretched
upon the grass before he had even had the time to attempt to resist.

"Eh, eh, companion," said Diogo to him in a railing voice; "how do you
like that? It is well done, is it not?"

This is what had happened:--

Diogo had immediately decided that if he continued to fly in a straight
line, his enemy, mounted on a fresh horse, would not be long in
overtaking him, and t

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