The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.Bird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
He had already put a wide sheet of water between him and the battle, and
when the Indian fleet, beaten off, or satisfied with the mischief done,
began to retreat, followed by such of the brigantines as were in plight
to pursue, it was easy to preserve so much of the distance gained as to
be beyond the reach of danger. The flash of a falconet occasionally
burst dimly behind, its heavy roar startling back the breeze; and
sometimes a cannon ball came skipping over the surges close by. But, the
wind being against the Spaniards, it was soon seen that there were left
no Indians upon whom to exercise their arms, unless such as had, in
their consternation, lost sight of the dim beacon, and remained paddling
about the lake at random.
CHAPTER IV.
When morning broke over the lake, the voyagers were still at a league's
distance from the city. The wind had died away, the clouds parted in the
heaven, and long before the sunlight trembled on the snows of
Iztaccihuatl, the morning-star was seen peeping over its summit. It bade
fair for a goodly day, and Juan, despite his situation, which, rightly
considered, was in every point of view, wretched enough, began to feel a
sensation of pleasure, as he breathed the fresh air at liberty, and
looked around him on the fair prospects, disengaging themselves each
moment from the rolling mists. Though the tops of the higher mountains
of the east were visible, the lower borders of the lake in that quarter,
as well as to the north and south, were yet concealed under vapours. In
the west, however, the view was but little obstructed, and he could
behold, distinctly enough, the dense masses of edifices, which covered
the whole island of Mexico and many a broad acre of water around it. The
huge pyramids, with their tower-like sanctuaries, rose proudly, as of
yore, high above the surrounding buildings; the turrets and pinnacles,
that crowned the royal palaces and the houses of nobles, still gleamed
in the morning air; and, as he drew nigh, he could see the gardens of
shrubs and flowers on the terraces, which gave to the whole city a look
of verdure strange and beautiful to behold.
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