Christian fiction; Clergy -- Fiction; Historical fiction; New Mexico -- Fiction
Friar Baltazar was from a religious house in Spain which was noted for
good living, and he himself had worked in the refectory. He was an
excellent cook and something of a carpenter, and he took a great deal of
trouble to make himself comfortable upon that rock at the end of the
world. He drafted two Indian boys into his service, one to care for his
ass and work in the garden, the other to cook and wait upon him at
table. In time, as he grew more unwieldy in figure, he adopted a third
boy and employed him as a runner to the distant missions. This boy would
go on foot all the way to the Villa for red cloth or an iron spade or a
new knife, stopping at Bernalillo to bring home a wineskin full of grape
brandy. He would go five days' journey to the Sandia mountains to catch
fish and dry or salt them for the Padre's fast-days, or run to Zuñi,
where the Fathers raised rabbits, and bring back a pair for the spit.
His errands were seldom of an ecclesiastical nature.
It was clear that the Friar at Ácoma lived more after the flesh than
after the spirit. The difficulty of obtaining an interesting and varied
diet on a naked rock seemed only to whet his appetite and tempt his
resourcefulness. But his sensuality went no further than his garden and
table. Carnal commerce with the Indian women would have been very easy
indeed, and the Friar was at the hardy age of ripe manhood when such
temptations are peculiarly sharp. But the missionaries had early
discovered that the slightest departure from chastity greatly weakened
their influence and authority with their Indian converts. The Indians
themselves sometimes practised continence as a penance, or as a strong
medicine with the spirits, and they were very willing that their Padre
should practise it for them. The consequences of carnal indulgence were
perhaps more serious here than in Spain, and Friar Baltazar seems never
to have given his flock an opportunity to exult over his frailty.
He held his seat at Ácoma for nearly fifteen prosperous years,
constantly improving his church and his living-quarters, growing new
vegetables and medicinal herbs, making soap from the yucca root. Even
after he became stout, his arms were strong and muscular, his fingers
clever. He cultivated his peach trees, and watched over his garden like
a little kingdom, never allowing the native women to grow slack in the
water-supply. His first serving-boys were released to marry, and others
succeeded them, who were even more minutely trained.
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