Sketches of Aboriginal Life: American Tableaux, No. 1Vide, V. V.
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Sketches of Aboriginal Life: American Tableaux, No. 1
Vide, V. V.
Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction; Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
In all their previous discoveries in the New World, the progress of the
Spaniards to victory was easy, and almost unresisted. The invaders of
Mexico, however, found themselves suddenly introduced to a new people,
and new scenes--to nations of warriors, to races intelligent, civilized,
and competent to self-government and self-defence. And all the skill,
courage, and energy of their ablest commanders, and their bravest men,
would have availed them nothing in their herculean enterprize, if they
had not craftily and skilfully worked upon the jealousies and
differences existing between the various tribes and nations of Anahuac,
and fomented the long smothered discontents, and unwritten complaints of
an over-taxed and sternly-governed people, into open and clamorous
resistance to the despotic sway of Montezuma. It is curious and
melancholy to observe, how eagerly they shook off the golden yoke of
their hereditary monarch, for the iron one of a new master, and
exchanged their long-established servitude to their legitimate king and
their pagan gods, for a more galling, hopeless, and wasting slavery to
the cruel and rapacious invader, under the life-promising Sign of the
Cross, the desecrated banner of the Prince of Peace.
[B] One version of this singular prophetic legend represented
the expected invaders, as the descendants of the ancient god
Quetzalcoatl, who, ages agone, had voluntarily abdicated the
throne of Anahuac, and departed to a far country in the East,
with a promise to his afflicted people, that his children would
ultimately return, and claim their ancient country and crown.
CHAPTER III.
SUPERSTITIOUS FEAR AND VACILLATING POLICY OF MONTEZUMA.
~The land was ours--this glorious land--
With all its wealth of woods and streams--
Our warriors, strong in heart and hand,
Our daughters, beautiful as dreams.~
* * * * *
~And then we heard the omens say,
That God had sent his angels forth
To sweep our ancient tribes away--~
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