The Free Lances: A Romance of the Mexican ValleyReid, Mayne
History
The Free Lances: A Romance of the Mexican Valley
Reid, Mayne
Mexico -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Soon they entered under the shadow of the trees; long-leaved evergreen
pines loaded with parasites and epiphytes, among these several species
of orchids--rare phenomenon in the vegetable world, that would have
delighted the eye of a botanist. As they wished to get beyond earshot
of those left lounging by the porch, they continued on along a walk
which had once been gravelled, but was now overgrown with weeds and
grass. It formed a cool arcade, the thick foliage meeting overhead, and
screening it from the rays of the sun. Following it for about a hundred
yards or so, they again had the clear sky before them, and saw they were
on the brow of a steep slope--almost a precipice--which, after trending
a short distance right and left, took a turn back toward the mass of the
mountain. It was the boundary of the platform on which the building
stood, with a still higher cliff behind.
The point they had arrived at was a prominent one, affording view of the
whole valley of Mexico, that lay spread out like a picture at their
feet. And such a picture! Nothing in all the panoramic world to
excel--if equal it.
But as scenery was not in their thoughts, they gave it but a glance,
sitting down with faces turned towards one another. For there were
seats here also--several rustic chairs under shady trees--it being
evidently a favourite loitering place of the friars.
"Well, Cris, old comrade," said Kearney, first to speak, "we've gone
through a good deal this day or two in the way of change. What do you
think of these new acquaintances of ours?"
"Thar, Cap, ye put a puzzler."
"Are they monks?"
"Wal, them is a sort o' anymals I hain't had much dealin's wi'; niver
seed any till we kim inter Mexiko, 'ceptin' one or two as still hangs
round San Antone in Texas. But this chile knows little u' thar ways,
only from what he's heerin'; an' judgin' be that he'd say thar ain't
nerry monk among 'em."
"What then? Robbers?"
"Thar, agin, Cap, I'm clean confuscated. From what we war told o' Mr
Reevus in the gaol, they oughter be that. They sayed he war a captain
o' _saltadores_, which means highwaymen. An' yet it do 'pear kewrous
should be sich."
"From what I know of him," rejoined Kearney, "what I learned yesterday,
it would be curious indeed--remarkably so. I've reason to believe him a
gentleman born, and that his title of captain comes from his having been
an officer in the army."
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