The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.Bird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. I.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
While the soldiers, collecting together at the well-known voice of the
Captain-General, began to rush with him towards the prison, over which,
besides hearing the shouting of the watchmen at the doors, they beheld
three blazing arrows shot up into the air, their alarm was directed to
another quarter, by a violent cannonade from the squadron, moored yet at
the entrance of the little river; and looking that way, they perceived
to their astonishment and fear, no less than four of the brigantines
suddenly enveloped in flames.
"Guzman and Quinones!" cried Cortes, with instant determination, "to the
prison, with what force ye can pick up on the way. Shoot all fugitives,
as well as all assailants. The rest follow me to the river; for I would
mine arms should be burned, rather than my vessels."
By this time, all the Spaniards who were capable of bearing arms, were
in the open air, and following not less the shouts of Cortes than the
crash of the falconets, ran hastily towards the fleet, which, it was now
evident, was furiously beset by multitudes of Indians in canoes. The
flash of the explosions and the flames bursting ruddily out from sails
and cordage, revealed them clustering with impetuosity around the
devoted vessels, whose crews, it was equally apparent, were making a
gallant resistance. In this light, the houses bordering upon the water
were seen covered with citizens, looking on with a tranquillity, which
showed that their share in the unexpected hostilities, if indeed they
had any, was entirely passive. A more agreeable sight was disclosed to
Cortes, as he ran onwards, in the appearance of many thousand
Tlascalans, rushing down the narrow meadows which bordered the canal,
with such alacrity of speed and such furious cries of 'Tlascala!' and
'Castilla!' as convinced him of their fidelity and affection.
"It is a Mexican device, after all," he muttered; "a plan of the
ambassadors. Well done for thee, Villafana!--Bold varlets, these! What!
down with your demi-culverins and sakers, Orozca! Where is my good
cannonier, Juan Catalan? We will aid the vessels from the shore."
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