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
And yet with all this, and with an almost superhuman courage besides,
the poor, noble republicans were conquered. They had not guns, they
had not horses, and they had no keen Toledo blades--those cruel blades
that cut their hands through to the bone when they grasped them, in
their desperate courage, to wrench them, if it might be, from their
adversaries' clasp.
And thus, after fourteen days of grand efforts to maintain their
hitherto unbroken freedom, and to preserve the soil of their country
from the invader's foot, the Tlascalans found themselves at length so
diminished in numbers, so broken in strength, and so utterly helpless
against the white-faces' wonderful animals and wonderful weapons, that
once more an embassage came from Tlascalan head-quarters to the Spanish
general.
Once more the stern-visaged Tlascalan warrior heralded a train of men
and Indian maidens, bearing various gifts to the invading force.
Even yet the brave redskin maintained his grave dignity of bearing, but
it was tempered now with a deep melancholy, as he exclaimed in tones of
heart-stirred grief--
"Behold, ye strange and invincible white-faces, our gods have warned
us now that to fight against ye is vain. Ye are few, and we are many;
but we are slain, and our sepulchres already overflow, while ye all
are still alive. We cannot fight against the gods, if such ye be, or
against the gods who fight for you."
"You say well," responded Cortes, solemnly. "It is our God and St. Jago
who fight for us, and through them we are as rocks to withstand the
assaults of all enemies. But if you come to ask for peace, you will
find us to be friends as staunch as we are resistless foes."
The warrior lifted his head proudly.
"We come to offer peace, and we bring gifts as signs of good-will. If
ye are, in very deed, fierce-tempered divinities, lo! we present to
you five slaves, that ye may drink their blood and eat their flesh.
If ye are mild deities, accept an offering of incense and variegated
plumes. For we are poor. We have little gold, or cotton, or salt; only,
hitherto, our freedom and our arms. If ye be but men of like nature
with ourselves, we bring you meat and bread and fruit to nourish you."
And they brought them far more besides than all that, for they brought
them strong fidelity, clever brains, and arms useful enough against
nations armed like themselves, and of no higher grade in the scale of
civilization.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
_THE CAUSE ONCE MORE IN JEOPARDY._
A very singular and picturesque affair was the camp of the Spaniards,
when they paused, for rest or war, on the march to Mexico.
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