Gold and glory; or, Wild ways of other days, a tale of early American discoveryStebbing, Grace
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Gold and glory; or, Wild ways of other days, a tale of early American discovery
Stebbing, Grace
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
With the easy vivacity and changeableness of the semi-civilized nature,
the Indians roused up at the Spanish General's new tones of cheerful
friendship, and greeted his short speech with shouts of approval,
smiles, and nods, which received full reply. Sternness had done its
work; he was quite ready now to be as joyous and cordial and brotherly
as they would let him. They went from one extreme to the other--from
animal-like ferocity to childlike docility, owing to the weakness of
their nature. But Cortes, from the dark brows of the resolute victor
who would be obeyed, to the courteous, agreeable friend, from policy,
and an almost unequalled power of self-command. He promised the
procession, and it was soon formed.
Once more Spaniards and Indians assembled in the great square. Side by
side, no longer conqueror and captive, but host and guest once more,
moved on with calm and stately steps the two leaders, the tall, slender
Spaniard, the tall, corpulent Indian chief. Following them came the
two armies, in the same brotherly union. Then the Totonac priests,
no longer wearing their dismal black garments with those suggestive
dark-hued stains upon them, but clothed in white robes, and, like their
brother Christian priests, bearing great lighted candles in their
hands; while an image of the Virgin, little less roughly made in those
days than the idols so lately deposed, but half-smothered under the
sweet-scented, brilliant burden of flowers, was borne aloft, and, as
the procession climbed the steps of the temple, was deposited above the
altar, and a solemn mass, performed by Father Olmedo, concluded the
great ceremony, instead of a bloody sacrifice.
"At the same time," murmured Montoro to a companion late that night,
as he paced the courtyard of the Spanish encampment--"at the same
time, methinks, these poor creatures can but credit us with the cruel
insolence of strength, which has destroyed their idols to make way for
our own. They had a cross which they adored; we have cast it down to
erect our own. They had idols which they reverenced; we have burnt
their images but to set up another."
"Even so," replied the good priest, in the same low tones. "My fears
go with your thoughts--that they must have strange doubts as to our
honesty."
"We preach against idols, and yet have them," added Montoro. "I wonder
if our work this day has done much good for the salvation of souls?"
"It has done some good for the salvation of bodies, at any rate," broke
in Juan de Cabrera from his sentry post, opposite to which the two
friends had paused in the interest of their conversation. "It is thanks
wholly and solely to thee, all throughout, Toro, that that hapless
little company of babies is alive to-night. And so, my long-faced
friend, instead of looking solemn as an old crow, thou shouldst be the
merriest fellow in the company."
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