In New Granada; Or, Heroes and PatriotsKingston, William Henry Giles
History
In New Granada; Or, Heroes and Patriots
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Colombia -- History -- War of Independence, 1810-1822 -- Juvenile fiction
When the path became less steep, I insisted on walking. Manoel, too,
though he had boasted of his strength, was obliged to stop and rest; and
at length the peons and Mr Laffan rejoined us. The latter was still
anxious about the rest of the party, and declared that it would be
impossible for the horses to mount the steep path by which we had come.
He thought that even the mules could scarcely do it, supposing that they
had not been overtaken by the Spaniards.
I had not, of course, told him how our chief cause of anxiety was
removed, and that we need no longer fear discovery on our arrival at
Bogota.
"When the Spaniards are driven away, and a Liberal government is
established, we must have a good road over these mountains," exclaimed
Mr Laffan. "It is a disgrace to a civilised country, that no better
means of communication exists between the capital and her most fertile
districts."
At last, as evening approached, Manoel selected a spot for encamping,
and we made the usual preparations. We enjoyed a magnificent scene. As
far as the eye could range were mountains clothed with immense forests,
into which man had never penetrated. About a couple of hundred feet
below us ran a sparkling stream, towards which, while the peon was
employed in collecting wood for the fire, Manoel made his way, to fill a
leathern bottle with water. I accompanied him with my gun, followed by
Lion, hoping to shoot some birds for supper.
We had gone a little way along the bank, when a wild turkey got up. I
fired, and brought it to the ground. Manoel ran forward to secure it,
but just before he reached it he stopped and beckoned to me. As he did
so I saw a huge jaguar, which had been drinking at the stream, not two
hundred yards from us. I had, as a sportsman should, reloaded my gun
before moving. The only weapon Manoel possessed, besides the manchette
at his girdle, was his sharp-pointed staff,--not calculated for an
encounter with so powerful a beast. The jaguar, having seen the turkey
fall, crept on to seize it. I advanced as rapidly as I dared, keeping
my gun ready for instant use. Lion would have rushed forward to get the
bird had I not ordered him to remain at my heels, for, powerful as he
was, a blow from the jaguar's paw would have been too much for him.
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