Under the Southern Cross : $b A tale of the New WorldAlcock, Deborah
History
Under the Southern Cross : $b A tale of the New World
Alcock, Deborah
Peru -- History -- 1548-1820 -- Fiction
As frequently happens, neither experienced just the emotions he expected.
José was so confused and bewildered by the crowds which filled the
street to overflowing, and thronged past him on every side, that he
scarcely made an effort to look about him, and actually stood close to
the temples and palaces he had dreamed of all his life without seeing
them. His first impression was that the whole population of the city
was escaping from some terrible calamity—a fire, an earthquake, or
a flood. But recollecting that he had never seen a city before, and
could not therefore be sure that this was not its ordinary condition,
his apprehensions subsided, and he determined to hold his peace for
the present. His fears, however, revived when he began to observe the
downcast, tearful faces of the Indians, of whom the crowd was chiefly
composed. Nor was he reassured on discovering that they were shared by
his more experienced companion.
“José,” said the monk, “something very extraordinary must be going
forward here. Ask one of the Indians what it is.”
Instead of making the inquiry at once from the next in the crowd, José
managed to mount a large stone belonging to one of the Indian buildings
which the Spaniards were demolishing, and from this vantage-ground
surveyed the street. Noticing amongst the throng a white-haired,
venerable-looking Indian, who wore around his head a cord of vicuña wool
dyed carnation and yellow (the distinguishing badge of the Incas), he
made his way, with much difficulty, towards the spot where he stood. But
just as he was beginning to address him, a loud cry of terror drowned his
voice, and he saw the Indians around scattering in all directions. Some
hid themselves in the adjacent lanes and houses, the rest rushed wildly
hither and thither—trampling upon each other in their panic.
The cause soon appeared. A young Spanish cavalier, dressed in shining
armour, and mounted on a high-mettled horse, was spurring in hot haste
through the crowded street, little regarding the lives and limbs of “los
Indios.” In any thoroughfare such a circumstance would have caused alarm
and confusion, but it created a fearful panic amongst a people who had
not yet overcome their superstitious dread of the “huge earth-shaking
beast” that obeyed the white man.[30]
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