The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.Bird, Robert Montgomery
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The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
Thus persuaded, the Ottomi timorously extended his hand, and greatly
emboldened to find it was not immediately snapped off, plied his
strength, which, notwithstanding his age, was yet considerable, until
Befo was safely lodged in the boat. The poor dog had scarce strength
left to raise his head to his master's knee, but devoured his hand with
caresses, while he sank trembling, panting, and powerless, into the
bottom of the skiff.
"Thus it is with the dog, whom you call a tiger," said Juan, in a
moralizing mood, as he surveyed his faithful friend: "Black or white,
red or olive-hued, whom he once loves, he loves well. Happy or wretched,
proud or lowly, it is all one: he asks not if his master be a villain. A
tiger in courage, in strength, and vindictiveness, he is yet a
lamb,--the fawn of a doe,--in the hands of his master. Feed him, he
loves you--starve him, he loves you--beat him, still does he love you.
Once gain his affection, and you cannot cast it off: the rich man cannot
bribe his love with gold, and bread will not seduce him away;--nay, he
will sometimes pine away on your grave. His name has been made a by-word
for all that is base and villanous--I know not why, unless it is
because, being the fondest and most confiding of living creatures, he is
therefore the worst used: but the word is a satire upon our own
injustice. Look at him, Techeechee, and at me: I have been ever poor and
well nigh friendless--I gave him to one who is as a prince among men:
yet when he--his then master,--struck at me with his sword, this dog
seized the weapon with his teeth; he came to me when I lay in prison, he
sprang to me when I was dying in the lake, and he perilled his life, as
thou hast seen, that he might have the poor privilege to follow me. I am
a beggar and an outcast, a man degraded and, it may be, soon
outlawed:--yet does this poor creature love me none the less. Ay, Befo!
it is all one to thee, what I am, and whither I go!"
To this eulogium, which the desolate youth pronounced with much feeling,
Techeechee answered not a word; for though the expressions were Mexican,
their purport was beyond his comprehension.
He merely stared with much admiration upon the good understanding which
seemed to exist between his companion and a creature that was in his
eyes so terrific. But the endearments mutually shared by two creatures
of a race so different, and yet in heart so much alike, had the good
effect to deprive him of many of his fears, so that he plied his paddle
with good-will, and, the wind abating, rapidly shortened the distance
that still divided them from the island city.
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