A jump of several hundreds of miles at one mighty1 bound may seem difficult, perhaps impossible, but if the reader will kindly2 put on the grasshopper3 legs of imagination which we now provide, such a jump will be found not only possible, but, perchance, agreeable.
We pass at one fell spring, then, from the thick forests of Bolivia to the wide rolling pampas, or plains, of South America.
You are still within sight of the Andes, good reader. You may travel from north to south if you will—from the equatorial regions of the Mexican Gulf4 to the cold and stormy cape5 at Tierra del Fuego—without losing sight of that magnificent backbone6 of the grand continent.
We have reached a frontier town which lies among the undulating hills at the base of the mountains, yet within sight of the outskirts7 of the grassy8 pampas. A small town it is, with little white houses and a church glittering in the sunshine. A busy town, too, with a mixed population fluttering in the streets in the variegated9 trappings and plumage of merchants, and priests, and muleteers, and adventurers, and dark-eyed senhoras, enveloped10 in all the mysterious witchery that seems inseparable from Spanish mantillas and fans.
It was evening when our travellers arrived at the town. They were on horseback now, having, a considerable time previously11, forsaken12 the rivers for the roads—if we may call by such a name those unmade highways which are merely marked out through the wilderness13 by the passage of men. Bells were ringing in the steeple as they entered the town, for some fête or holiday was in process of celebration, and the presence of a considerable number of men in uniform gave to the place the appearance of a garrison14 town.
There were so many odd-looking and striking characters in the streets that the arrival of our party made no particular impression on the people, save that Manuela’s elegant little figure and pretty brown face drew some attention—admiration on the part of the men, scorn on that of a few—a very few—of the senhoras. You see, in all parts of the world some people are found who seem to hold, (though they would find it difficult to say why), that God’s creatures with brown and black skins ought to be looked down upon and held in contempt by His creatures who chance to have white skins! You will generally find that the people who think thus also hold the almost miraculous15 opinion that those who wear superfine clothing, and possess much money, have a sort of indefinable, but unquestionable, right to look down upon and lord it over those who own little money and wear coarse garments!
You will carefully observe, unprejudiced reader, that we use the word “some” in speaking of those people. We are very far from pitting the poor against the rich. We are bound to recognise the fact that amongst both classes there are gems16 of brightest lustre17, irradiated by rays from the celestial18 sun, while in both there are also found qualities worthy19 of condemnation20. But when we record the fact that some of the white senhoras looked with jealousy21 and scorn upon our sweet little Indian heroine, we ought to recognise the undeniable truth that they themselves, (so long as actuated by such a spirit), were beneath contempt—fit subjects only for pity.
As they passed along, much interested and somewhat excited by the comparatively novel sights around them, Pedro rode up to a mounted soldier and accosted23 him in Spanish.
He returned to his party with a gleam of stronger excitement in his eyes than Lawrence had observed since they became acquainted. Riding alongside of Manuela, who was in advance, he entered into earnest and animated24 conversation with her. Then, reining25 back until he was abreast26 of Lawrence, he said—
“Part of the object of my journey has been accomplished27 sooner than I had expected, Senhor Armstrong.”
“Indeed? I hope it has been satisfactorily accomplished.”
“Well, yes, as far as it goes. The fact is, I find that there has been a raid of the Indians into this part of the country, and a body of troops has been sent to quell28 them under Colonel Marchbanks. Now this colonel, as his name will suggest, is an Englishman, in the service of the Argentine army, under whose orders I have been serving, and to communicate with whom was one of my chief reasons for undertaking29 this journey.”
“Will that, then, render your journey to Buenos Ayres unnecessary?” asked Lawrence, a slight feeling of anxiety creeping over him.
“No, it won’t do that, but it will greatly modify my plans. Among other things, it will oblige me to leave Manuela behind and push on alone as fast as possible. I suppose you will have no objection to a tearing gallop30 of several hundred miles over the Pampas?” said Pedro, while a smile of peculiar31 meaning played for an instant on his handsome face.
“Objections!” exclaimed our hero, with great energy, “of course not. A tearing gallop over the Pampas is—a—most—”
He stopped, for a strange, unaccountable feeling of dissatisfaction which he could not understand began to overwhelm him. Was it that he was really in love after all with this Indian girl, and that the thought of final separation from her—impossible! No, he could not credit such an idea for a moment. But he loved her spirit—her soul, as it were—and he could not be blamed for being so sorry, so very sorry, to part with that thus suddenly—thus unexpectedly. Yes, he was not in love. It was a fraternal or paternal32—a Platonic33 feeling of a strong type. He would just see her once more, alone, before starting, say good-bye, and give her a little, as it were, paternal, or fraternal, or Platonic advice.
“Yes, I was thinking—was wondering—that is—by the way, with whom will you leave Manuela?”
“You seem to have friends wherever you go,” said Lawrence.
“Ay, and enemies too,” returned Pedro with a slight frown. “However, with God’s blessing37, I shall circumvent38 the latter.”
“When do you start?” asked Lawrence, with an air of assumed indifference39.
“To-morrow or next day, perhaps, but I cannot tell until I meet Colonel Marchbanks. I am not, indeed, under his command—being what you may call a sort of freelance—but I work with him chiefly, that is, under his directions, for he and I hold much the same ideas in regard to most things, and have a common desire to see something like solid peace in the land. Look, do you see that villa with the rustic40 porch on the cliff; just beyond the town?”
“Yes—it is so conspicuous41 and so beautifully situated42 that one cannot help seeing and admiring it.”
“That is where the friend lives with whom I shall leave Manuela.”
“Indeed,” said Lawrence, whose interest in the villa with the rustic porch was suddenly intensified43, “and shall we find her there on our return?”
“I was not aware that Senhor Armstrong intended to return!” said Pedro, with a look of surprise.
Lawrence felt somewhat confused and taken aback, but his countenance44 was not prone45 to betray him.
“Of course I mean, will you find her there when you return? Though, as to my returning, the thing is not impossible, when one considers that the wreck46 of part of my father’s property lies on the western side of the Andes.”
“Ah! true. I forgot that for a moment. Well, I suppose she will remain here till my return,” said Pedro, “unless the Indians make a successful raid and carry her off in the meantime!” he added, with a quick glance at his companion.
“And are we to stay to-night at the same villa?”
“No, we shall stay at the inn to which we are now drawing near. I am told that the Colonel has his headquarters there.”
The conversation closed abruptly47 at this point, for they had reached the inn referred to. At the door stood a tall, good-looking young man, whose shaven chin, cut of whisker, and Tweed shooting costume, betokened48 him an Englishman of the sporting class.
Addressing himself to this gentleman with a polite bow, Pedro asked whether Colonel Marchbanks was staying there.
“Well—aw—I’m not quite sure, but there is—aw—I believe, a military man of—aw—some sort staying in the place.”
Without meaning to be idiotic49, this sporting character was one of those rich, plucky50, languid, drawly-wauly men, who regard the world as their special hunting-field, affect free-and-easy nonchalance51, and interlard their ideas with “aw” to an extent that is absolutely awful.
The same question, put to a waiter who immediately appeared, elicited52 the fact that the Colonel did reside there, but was absent at the moment.
“Well, then,” said Pedro, turning quickly to Lawrence, “you had better look after rooms and order supper, while I take Manuela to the villa.”
For the first time since they met, Lawrence felt inclined to disobey his friend. A gush53 of indignation seemed to surge through his bosom54 for a moment, but before he could reply, Pedro, who did not expect a reply, had turned away. He remounted his steed and rode off, meekly55 followed by the Indian girl. Quashy took the bridles56 of his own and his master’s horse, and stood awaiting orders; while Spotted57 Tiger, who was not altogether inexperienced in the ways of towns, led his animal and the baggage-mules round to the stables.
“So,” thought Lawrence, bitterly, “I am ordered to look after things here, and Manuela goes quietly away without offering to say good-bye—without even a friendly nod, although she probably knows I may have to start by daybreak to-morrow, and shall never see her again. Bah! what else could I expect from a squaw—a black girl! But no matter. It’s all over! It was only her spirit I admired, and I don’t care even for that now.”
It will be observed that our poor hero did not speak like himself here, so grievous was the effect of his disappointment. Fortunately he did not speak at all, but only muttered and looked savage58, to the amusement of the sportsman, who stood leaning against the door-post of the inn, regarding him with much interest.
“Will you sup, senhor?” asked a waiter, coming up just then.
“How many, senhor?”
“How many? eh! How should I know? As many as you like. Come here.”
He thundered off along a passage, clanking his heels and spurs like a whole regiment60 of dragoons, and without an idea as to whither the passage led or what he meant to do.
“Aw—quite a wemarkable cweature. A sort of—aw—long-legged curiosity of the Andes. Mad, I suppose, or drunk.”
These remarks were partly a soliloquy, partly addressed to a friend who had joined the sportsman, but they were overheard by Quashy, who, with the fire of a free negro and the enthusiasm of a faithful servant, said—
“No more mad or drunk dan you’self—you whitefaced racoon!”
Being unable conveniently to commit an assault at the moment, our free negro contented61 himself with making a stupendous face at the Englishman, and glaring defiance62 as he led the cattle away. As the reader knows, that must have been a powerful glare, but its only effect on the sportsman was to produce a beaming smile of Anglo-Saxon good-will.
That night Lawrence Armstrong slept little. Next morning he found that Pedro had to delay a day in order to have some further intercourse63 with Colonel Marchbanks. Having nothing particular to do, and being still very unhappy—though his temper had quite recovered—he resolved to take a stroll alone. Just as he left the inn, a tall, powerfully-built, soldierly man entered, and bestowed64 on him a quick, stern glance in passing. He seemed to be between fifty and sixty, straight as a poplar, and without any sign of abated65 strength, though his moustache and whiskers were nearly white.
Lawrence would have at once recognised a countryman in this old officer, even if the waiter had not addressed him by name as he presented him with a note.
At any other time the sociable66 instincts of our hero would have led him to seek the acquaintance both of the Colonel and the awful sportsman; but he felt misanthropical67 just then, and passed on in silence.
Before he had been gone five minutes, Quashy came running after him.
“You no want me, massa?”
“No, Quash, I don’t.”
“P’r’aps,” suggested the faithful man, with an excess of modesty68 and some hesitation,—“P’r’aps you’d like me to go wid you for—for—company?”
“You’re very kind, Quash, and I should like to have you very much indeed; but at present I’m very much out of sorts, and—”
“O massa!” interrupted the negro, assuming the sympathetic gaze instantly, and speaking with intense feeling, “it’s not in de stummik, am it?” He placed his hand gently on the region referred to.
“No, Quash,” Lawrence replied, with a laugh, “it is not the body at all that affects me; it is the mind.”
“Oh! is dat all?” said the negro, quite relieved. “Den you not need to boder you’self. Nobody ebber troubled long wid dat complaint. Do you know, massa, dat de bery best t’ing for dat is a little cheerful s’iety. I t’ink you’ll be de better ob me.”
He said this with such self-satisfied gravity, and withal seemed to have made up his mind so thoroughly69 to accompany his young master, that Lawrence gave in, and they had not gone far when he began really to feel the benefit of Quashy’s light talk. We do not mean to inflict70 it all on the reader, but a few sentences may, perhaps, be advantageous71 to the development of our tale.
“Splendid place dis, massa,” observed the negro, after they had walked and chatted some distance beyond the town.
“Yes, Quash,—very beautiful.”
“Lots ob nice shady trees an’ bushes, and flowers, an’ fruits, an’ sweet smells ob oranges, an’—”
He waved his arms around, as if to indicate a profusion72 of delights which his tongue could not adequately describe.
“Quite true, Quash,” replied Lawrence, who was content to play second violin in the duet.
“Is you gwine,” inquired Quashy, after a brief pause, “to de gubner’s ball to-night?”
“No. I did not know there was a governor, or that he intended to give a ball.”
The negro opened his eyes in astonishment73.
“You not know ob it!” he exclaimed; “why eberybody knows ob it, an’ a’most eberybody’s agwine—all de ’spectable peepil, I mean, an’ some ob dem what’s not zactly as ’spectable as dey should be. But dey’s all agwine. He’s a liberal gubner, you see, an’ he’s gwine to gib de ball in de inn at de lan’lord’s expense.”
“Yes, an’ a bery clebber ’rangement for de lan’lord. He’s a cute man de lan’lord. I s’pose you’s agwine?”
“No, I am not going. I have received no invitation; besides, I have no evening dress.”
“Bless you, massa, you don’t need no invitation, nor evenin’ dress needer! You just go as you are, an’ it’s all right.”
“But I have no wish to go. I would rather prepare for an early start to-morrow.”
“Das a prutty house we’s a-comin’ to, massa,” said Quashy, not hearing, or ignoring, the last remark.
Lawrence looked up with a start. Unwittingly, quite unwittingly, he had rambled75 in the direction of the villa with the rustic porch!
“An’ dere’s de missis ob de villa, I suppose,” said Quashy. “No, she’s on’y a redskin. Why, massa!” he continued, opening his eyes to their widest, “it’s Manuela—or her ghost!”
It was indeed our little Indian heroine, walking alone in the shrubbery. She had not observed her late companions, who were partly concealed76 by bushes.
“Quashy,” said Lawrence, impressively, laying his hand on the negro’s shoulder, “get out of the way. I want to speak to her alone,—to say good-bye, you know, for we start early to-morrow.”
“You go ahead, massa. All right. When you comes dis way agin, you’ll find dis nigger am vanisht like a wreaf ob smoke.”
A few seconds more, and Lawrence suddenly appeared before Manuela. She met him without surprise, but with an embarrassed look. Instantly a dark chilling cloud seemed to settle down on the poor youth’s spirit. Mingled78 with a host of other indescribable feelings, there was one, very strong, of indignation; but with a violent effort he controlled his features, so as to indicate no feeling at all.
“This is an unexpected meeting, Manuela. I had hardly hoped for it, as we set off very early to-morrow; but I’m glad we have met, for I should never have got over the feeling that I had been unkind in going off without saying good-bye. Do you make out what I mean? I think you understand English better than my bad Spanish.”
“Yes—I understan’. I very sorry we part. Very, very sorry. Good-bye.”
She put out her hand, and Lawrence mechanically took it. There was something so ridiculous in this prompt and cool way of parting, after having been so long together, that the youth could scarcely believe he was awake. Had this pretty little Inca princess, then, no feeling whatever—no touch of common tenderness, like other girls? Did the well-known stoicism of her race require that she should part for the last time from the man who had twice saved her life, with a simple “I’m very sorry. Good-bye?”
He felt cured now, completely. Such a spirit, he thought, could not command esteem79, much less affection. As neither body nor spirit was now left to him, he began to feel quite easy in his mind—almost desperately80 easy—and that paternal, fraternal Platonic interest in the child which we have before mentioned began to revive.
“Well, Manuela,” he said at last, with a stupendous sigh, as though he were heaving the entire Andes off his rugged81 old shoulders, yet with a brotherly smile as he patted the little brown hand, “you and I have had pleasant times together. I could have wished—oh! how I—well, hem22! but no matter. You will soon, no doubt be among your own people again. All I would ask of you is sometimes, when far-away, to think of me; to think of me as perhaps, the presumptuous82 young fellow who did his best to make a long and rather trying journey agreeable to you. Think of me, Manuela, as a father, and I will think of you as my little Indian girl!”
“I will fink,” she said, dropping her grave eyes on the ground, and the stoicism of all the Incas seemed to be concentrated in her look and bearing at that moment, “t’ink of you as a fadder.”
“Good-bye,” he said again.
“Good-bye,” she replied.
He had intended to print a fatherly kiss on the little brown hand, but this parting was too much. He dropped her hand, and, turning abruptly away with a final “Farewell—God bless you,” quickly left the spot, in a sort of bewildered amazement83 that a heartless Indian girl should ever have been able to obtain, even for a time, so powerful an influence over him.
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