Mexico -- History -- Wars of Independence, 1810-1821 -- Fiction
For his life, the officer could not guess the nature of these singular
proceedings. He concluded that some object--unseen to him--was engaging
their attention; and he could not help fancying that it was some nymph
of the waters, whom the negro appeared to be wooing, to judge by his
impassioned gestures and animated physiognomy.
The large mouth of the darkey was open from ear to ear, displaying his
double row of white teeth set in the most winning smile; while ever and
anon he stretched his neck out over the water, as if the object of his
regards was hid under the shining sheet of foam!
The Indian was acting in a similar fashion, but with a more serious
expression of countenance, and greater dignity of manner.
The officer carefully scrutinised the whole surface of the cascade; but
he could see nothing but the glistening sheen of the water, and the mass
of white foam where it broke over the rock.
At that moment the Indian made a sign to the black to cease from his
grimaces; and, letting go his hold with one hand, he swung his body
wholly upon the other over the fearful abyss.
The recklessness of the action caused a renewed surprise to the
spectator standing below, amounting almost to a feeling of awe. Before
he had time to reflect upon it, a human voice reached his ears, rising
high above the roaring of the torrent. It was the voice of the Indian,
who, with outstretched arm, was chaunting a solemn invocation to the
spirit of the waters. The words could not be distinguished, but Don
Rafael saw, by the muscular play of the man's lips, that he was singing
with all the strength of his lungs.
Curiosity might have prompted the dragoon captain to watch these strange
proceedings to the end, but the desire of learning something about his
route influenced him to act otherwise. He fancied that by waiting
longer the opportunity might be lost. The two persons might disappear
in a manner as mysterious as was their behaviour.
To attract their attention, therefore, he shouted, and at the top of his
voice; but to no purpose. The deafening roar of the cataract hindered
him from being heard; and partly, perhaps, the engrossing occupation in
which the two men were engaged.
Failing to attract their notice, he resolved upon ascending the side of
the ravine, and going round to the place where they were. For that
purpose he retraced his steps through the thicket; and after a difficult
climb he reached the top of the cliff, at the point where the
_ahuehuetes_ formed the arcade over the water. The two personages had
disappeared!
Curious as to the object of their ludicrous proceedings, the dragoon
climbed up one of the trees, and from a commanding point carefully
scrutinised the water underneath. He there perceived nothing more than
he had seen already--nothing to justify the strange conduct he had
witnessed.
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