Montezuma's DaughterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
History
Montezuma's Daughter
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
When I opened my eyes again it was night, and doubtless I should have
slept on through many hours more had it not been for a dreadful itch
and pain that took me in every part, till at length I sprang up and
cursed in my agony. At first I was at a loss to know what occasioned
this torment, till I perceived that the air was alive with gnat-like
insects which made a singing noise, and then settling on my flesh,
sucked blood and spat poison into the wound at one and the same time.
These dreadful insects the Spaniards name _mosquitoes_. Nor were they
the only flies, for hundreds of other creatures, no bigger than a pin’s
head, had fastened on to me like bulldogs to a baited bear, boring
their heads into the flesh, where in the end they cause festers. They
are named _garrapatas_ by the Spanish, and I take them to be the young
of the tic. Others there were, also, too numerous to mention, and of
every shape and size, though they had this in common, all bit and all
were venomous. Before the morning these plagues had driven me almost to
madness, for in no way could I obtain relief from them. Towards dawn I
went and lay in the water, thinking to lessen my sufferings, but before
I had been there ten minutes I saw a huge crocodile rise up from the
mud beside me. I sprang away to the bank horribly afraid, for never
before had I beheld so monstrous and evil-looking a brute, to fall
again into the clutches of the creatures, winged and crawling, that
were waiting for me there by myriads.
But enough of these damnable insects!
CHAPTER XIII
THE STONE OF SACRIFICE
At length the morning broke and found me in a sorry plight, for my face
was swollen to the size of a pumpkin by the venom of the mosquitoes,
and the rest of my body was in little better case. Moreover I could not
keep myself still because of the itching, but must run and jump like a
madman. And where was I to run to through this huge swamp, in which I
could see no shelter or sign of man? I could not guess, so since I must
keep moving I followed the bank of the river, as I walked disturbing
many crocodiles and loathsome snakes. Now I knew that I could not live
long in such suffering, and determined to struggle forward till I fell
down insensible and death put an end to my torments.
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