Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
"Why should I?" he said. "The poor beggar is obviously a slave, and must
hate the Spaniards, for he was one of those who was lashed as we
arrived. I wonder whether he speaks Spanish, or whether the Spaniards
have learned the native language."
He was still debating the matter when a movement on the part of the
native arrested his attention. He dived into his bag, and produced a
long rod of wood. Had Roger been nearer he would have seen that this rod
pierced the centre of a flat circular stone bored for the purpose, and
that a cross piece provided with leather strings was attached. There was
also a piece of hard wood, with a little hollow in it, while from one
corner of the bag some brown powder was produced, consisting of dried
wood. Roger, in fact, was about to observe the native method of
obtaining fire, and marvelled as the man patiently twirled his weighted
stick till smoke burst from the hollow in the hard wood. Then he added
some of the powder, and as it caught and smouldered, placed a piece of
dried and rotten stick against the flame. But our hero opened his eyes
still wider in utter amazement when the native rolled something between
his brown hands, licked the object carefully and critically, and then
placing one end to his lips, applied the other to the flame. Smoke burst
from the mouth and nostrils of this strange man, while he leaned back
easily and contentedly, slowly putting out the fire with his other hand,
and replacing the stick and the whole paraphernalia in his bag.
"Marvellous!" thought Roger, sitting up in his amazement. "The fellow
looks as if he were on fire. What can it all mean? And he seems so
contented and happy, for he leans back with closed eyes, and puffs at
that long brown stick. Now he is sitting up. Ah! He burned his hand
against the end, and that made him start. He is rubbing the place with a
leaf, and----"
His words were cut short, while he himself fell flat on the ground, for
that accidental burn was like to be his undoing. The native,
dissatisfied with the first leaf which came to his hand, turned and
sought for some special kind in the grass and herbage growing in the
bush, and gave vent to a cry of astonishment. He knelt upon his knees
and searched the grass around the bush diligently, and in a manner which
showed that his interest was aroused. Then, catching up his bag, he
slung it over one arm and rose to his feet, still puffing at the long
cigar which he had manufactured; for that, in fact, was the nature of
the article which he had in his hand, and Roger was probably the very
first Englishman to witness this native custom--a custom which has now
become almost universal. But he had other matters to occupy his
attention, for it was obvious that the native's curiosity was thoroughly
aroused.
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