There was no want of merriment among the party; they
talked and laughed with one another, and the soldiers who guarded
them, and appeared to care little for their fate. As for me, I was
broken-hearted with the disgrace and the villainous manner in which I
had been thus sacrificed. My heart was full of bitterness, and I could
gladly have lain down and died, had I not been still buoyed up with
some faint hope that I should have an opportunity of making my
position known, and obtain my release. I will pass over the journey,
as one day was but the forerunner of the other. We halted at noon, and
were supplied with fruit and maize, but we were never unchained, day
or night. In a short time I was like all the rest--covered with
vermin, and disgusting to myself. It was, I think, between four and
five weeks before we arrived at our destination, which was in the
district of Tejuco, and the locality of the diamond-mines was called
the Sierra de Espinhaço. This sierra, or mountain, was a ridge of
inaccessible precipices on each side of a narrow valley, traversed by
a small river called the Tequetinhonha, and in this valley, and in the
bed of the river, were the diamonds found, for which we were condemned
to toil for the remainder of our days. As we entered the ravine, I
perceived how impossible it would be to escape; even if a person could
find his way back, after having succeeded in his escape. For many
miles the road was a narrow path cut on the side of the mountain,
yawning precipice below and inaccessible rocks above, and this narrow
way was at every two miles blocked up by a guard-house built upon it,
and through the portcullis of which it would be necessary to force a
way. And here we were, thousands of miles away from civilized life, in
the heart of a country uninhabited except by occasional bands of
Indians. At last we filed through the last of the guard-houses, and
found ourselves in a wider part of the ravine, which was crowded with
buildings of various descriptions. We were led up to the director's
house, and our names, persons, and descriptions were taken down by a
clerk. When my turn came, and I was asked in Portuguese who I was, I
shook my head, and replied "Ingles." An interpreter was called, and I
then stated my name, and begged the director would hear what I had to
say. He shook his head, and, after they had taken my description,
desired me to go away.
"Why did you not explain for me?" said I to the interpreter.
"Because he won't hear what you have to say; if he would, every man on
the chain would attempt to prove that he was sent here by mistake. You
may, by-and-by, find an opportunity to speak to him, that is, after
you have learnt Portuguese, and have been here a year or two; but it
will do no good."
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