"_Sic transit gloria mundi!_" said the Professor. "Pizarro stole the Inca's possessions, and now his own bones have been carried off by pilfering hands, and, perhaps, manufactured into knife-handles. I hope I never may be a great man; a General, or a President, or anything of that sort." "Why not?" "The very idea is horrible!" "How so?" "To see one's name in large letters over the picture of a horse on a hand-bill posted against the door of a blacksmith's shop; or to have a mangy hound for your namesake!" "Here comes Tom," said Toney, as Seddon entered the apartment and commenced telling them about the bull-fight which was to take place on the next day, which would be Sunday. "We will all go," said the Professor; "but I am hungry. Let us go into the eating-room and order three plates of lizards." "I would prefer a beefsteak smothered in onions," said Seddon. "_De gustibus non disputandum est_," said the Professor as he entered the eating-room, and, seating himself at a table, ordered his lizards. CHAPTER XLIII. On the bright Sabbath morning Toney Belton and his companions were following an immense crowd of people along the banks of the Rimac, in the direction of the bull-fight, when they were compelled to halt and listen to a polemical controversy between the Professor and M. T. Pate. The latter had followed along quietly, and without observation, until accidentally discovering their destination, he stood still and refused to proceed. In vain did the Professor try argument and blandishment to remove his scruples of conscience. On the first day of the week Pate was immovably pious. "Come along, Mr. Pate!" said the Professor, in a coaxing tone. "This is the Sabbath," said Pate, "and a day of rest." "But," said the Professor, "in this country the churches are always open, and the people are praying every day in the week, and the only way for them to rest is to stop praying on Sunday and do something else. When you are in Rome do as Rome does." "Everybody is going to the bull-fight," said Toney. "Yonder is a carriage-load of bishops," said the Professor. "And look at those two shovel-hats jogging along on their mules," said Tom Seddon. "This is Sunday," said Pate, solemnly shaking his head. "I have been informed by the oldest inhabitant that Sunday has never yet got around Cape Horn," said the Professor. But Pate was deaf to their sophistical arguments, and, shaking his head with a melancholy look, turned on his heels and took his departure. The Professor and his companions were soon seated in the amphitheater, which formed an immense circle, with seats rising in tiers, one above the other. A strong barricade of stout timbers protected the twenty thousand men, women, and children who, with the Priests, the President, and the Congress of the country were here assembled, and waited with impatience until a gate was opened and several of the combatants appeared, some on horseback armed with long lances, and others on foot.