The White Chief: A Legend of Northern MexicoReid, Mayne
History
The White Chief: A Legend of Northern Mexico
Reid, Mayne
Southwest, New -- History -- Fiction
No wonder that they were alarmed. They had cause for it. They well
knew that in these hostile incursions the savage enemy acts with the
utmost barbarity,--murdering the men, and sparing only the younger
women, whom they carry off to a cruel captivity. They well knew this,
for at that very date there were thousands of their countrywomen in the
hands of the wild Indians, lost to their families and friends for ever!
No wonder that there was fear and trembling.
The Comandante seemed particularly on the alert. At the head of his
troops he scoured the neighbouring plains, and made incursions towards
the spurs of the mountains. At night his patrols were in constant
motion up and down the valley. The people were admonished to keep
within their houses, and barricade their doors in case of attack. All
admired the zeal and activity of their military protectors.
The Comandante won golden opinions daily. This was the first real
opportunity he had had of showing them his "pluck," for there had been
no alarm of Indians since he arrived. In the time of his predecessor
several had taken place, and on these occasions it was remembered that
the troops, instead of going abroad to search for the "barbaros," shut
themselves up in the garrison till the latter were gone clear out of the
valley, after having carried off all the cattle they could collect!
What a contrast in the new Comandante! What a brave officer was Colonel
Vizcarra!
This excitement continued for several days. As yet no murders had been
committed, nor any women, carried off; and as the Indians had only
appeared in the night, the probability was that they were in but small
force,--some weak band of robbers. Had it been otherwise, they would
have long since boldly shown themselves by daylight, and carried on
their depredations on a much larger scale.
During all this time the mother and sister of the cibolero lived in
their lone rancho without any protection, and were, perhaps, less in
dread of the Indians than any other family in the whole valley. This
was to be attributed to several causes. First, their training, which
had taught them to make light of dangers that terrified their less
courageous neighbours. Secondly, their poor hut was not likely to tempt
the cupidity of Indian robbers, whose design was evidently plunder.
There were too many well-stocked ranchos a little farther up the valley.
The Indians would not be likely to molest them.
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