To this proposal the survivors and the priest gladly and gratefully
assented. They were very good, those poor Indians, and seemed much more
concerned over our approaching departure than their own fate, beseeching
us, with many entreaties, not to leave them. Angela would have yielded,
but I was obdurate. I could not see that it was in any sense our duty to
bury ourselves in a remote corner of the Andes for the sake of a score or
two of Indians who were very well able to do without us. What could be the
good of building up another colony and creating another oasis merely that
the evil genii of the mountains might destroy them in a night? Had the
abbé, instead of spending a lifetime in making Quipai, devoted his
energies to some other work, he might have won for himself enduring fame
and permanently benefited mankind. As it was, he had effected less than
nothing, and I was resolved not to court his fate by following his
example.
Those were the arguments I used to Angela, and in the end she not only
fully agreed with me that it was well for us to go, but that the sooner we
went the better. The means were at hand. Yawl could have the yacht ready
for sea within twenty-four hours. There was little more to do than head
the sails and get water and provisions on board. I had the casks filled
forthwith--for the water in the channels was fast draining away--set some
of the people to work preparing _tasajo_, and sent Ramon with the mules
and two _arrieros_ to Alta Vista for the remainder of our clothing,
bedding, and several other things which I thought would be useful on the
voyage.
Ramon, I may mention, was my own personal attendant. He had been brought
up and educated by Angela and myself, and was warmly attached to us. In
disposition he was bright and courageous, in features almost European;
there could be little doubt that he was descended from some white
castaway, who had landed on the coast and been adopted by this tribe. He
said it would break his heart if we left him behind, so we took him with
us, and he has ever since been the faithful companion of my wanderings and
my trusty friend.
My wife and I slept in our tent, Kidd and Yawl on the sloop. As the sails
were not bent nor the boat victualled, I had no fear of their giving us
the slip in the night. In the morning Ramon and the _arrieros_ returned
with their lading, and by sunset we had everything on board and was ready
for a start.
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