Thanks to the phenomenal style of his coming among them, the savages
spared his life; but their possession of an almost unlimited stock of
_chi-chi_, and the truculent mood which strong drink induces, even in
Indians, led them, at first, to treat him as a Kokó-huinché, or "white
fool." Though their hunting-grounds were hundreds of miles from the
coast, and singularly remote from the influence of white settlers, they
were aflame with vague resentment against the invaders, and gladly made
one of the hated race the butt of their malevolent humor.
So Power, in self-defense, took to artifice. He discovered that they
possessed two kegs of gunpowder, but owned no guns. He learned, too,
that once there had been three kegs, but a careless experiment with one
had removed a chief and his family. With some difficulty, and only by
tickling their imagination by promising an exhibition of magic, he
obtained some of the powder, and, on a dark night, electrified the
community by a display of fireworks. Catharine wheels and Roman candles
achieved wonders among the foothills of the Andes. From that instant his
supremacy was established. A squib or two enforced edicts; a rocket set
a constitution squarely on its feet. In less than three years he had
become the Indians' trusted guide and teacher. The day came when the
store of powder was almost gone; yet he was strong enough to prohibit
the manufacture of that season's supply of _chi-chi_.
But there was one thing he could not do. He could not calm these wild
people's frenzy when a hunting party came in hot haste from the plains
and announced that a cavalcade of white men was forcing a passage along
the river, being evidently bent on penetrating the valley of the
apple-trees.
Power was asked to repel this invasion by black art; failing which, the
Araucanians decided to massacre the explorers in a neighboring canyon.
He had not the least doubt as to the success of the scheme. He knew the
natural difficulties of the place. The upper end could be barricaded,
the lower blocked by spearmen hidden in the dense vegetation, and every
intruder caught in the trap would be battered to death by boulders
flung from the crests of opposing precipices.
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