Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-27

pie, which stood in very lonely place
some miles off. There was reasonable
chance that they would also take the op
portunity of enjoying themselves. No one
would be likely to visit the spot, after the
first ceremonies were over, for week OF
more. Even if one of the attendants should
escape, Miguele declared that everybody
in the village would be loo drunk to I'M
derstand his tale. except the boys and
women. A river flowed beneath the TEN.
pic, by which one could escape to Blue
fields with the gold, and there was alway
a score of canoes lying on the bank. The
poems scheme had been carefully thought
out, and it promised success.
ave were not to go near the place un-
til the time arrived. Meanwhile we hung
about, looking innocent; but if ever a
man carried his conscience in his face j
was he. It was quite plain that those
ruttians didn't trust me, and they chung
to my arms. What for? That was the
question asked myself.
'The days dragged through slowly
enough, but they passed too quick. The
women were busy as ants, making drink,
laying in provisions, looking up their
husbands robes. 1t was then our priv
ilede to see Ramas vide awake, but
they did not appear to greater advantage.
When the Indian is sleepy, he throws
things at his wife and often misses; but
when reused to sense of manhood by
prospect of drink, he stands up and
pounds her like clay. They are brave,
these Ramas, but they are dead to the
feeling of chiyalrv. It almost reconciled
me to the idea of killing few, to OBJ
serve what brutes they are.
'The day arrived at last. At midnight
before, the king and all his warriors left
the town. Miguele told us that they had
gone to the temple, there to offer up a
baby or two; I felt more and more like
an executioner handsomely paid for do
ing retributive justice. At dawn they re-
turned and the farce began It is cx-
pected as a compliment from strangers
that they should go into the street and
admire the kings greatness; so we went.
First marched score of priests clad in
mantles made entirely ofgeutzel feathers;
some OF which were SO old and moth-eat.
en- as to show generations OF wear. After
them came a lot of wild Indians, full
dressed in leopari's tai apiece, making
noises on sort of fute-the thighbone
of an enemy, Miguele declared, Three
or four hundred bowling youths pressed
upon them, brandishing spears and
machetes. Then came the warriors.
dressed like demons, coronets of feathers
on their heads, cape and waist-cloth of
the same, and long strips of gaudy plum
age trailing on the ground. They danced
and sang, rafting spears. Those few who
had guns fired without ceasing. They
held the piece at arms length, tumbled
head over heels with the recoil, and
sprang up again to load like men otindia
rubber. The royal consorts marched
next, fifty CT SO, dancing before the
monarch; their feather headdress and
mantles worn like angels wings Unfolding
devil. A few old men followed, bent
with wisdom, and tottering with exper
fence, and then the king, dressed from
head to foot in crests of humming- birds,
with long feathers Of the guetzal worked
in here and there like an untidy fringe.
After him, all the gamins of the village
passed by, yelling as hard as they could.
1T may be we'll to explain in paren
thesis-seeing :, that the politics of Mos
quito are not things generally known
that King George is the supreme mon
arch ofthese Indians. By-the-bye, this
naked rascal alone, amongst earthly pc.
tentates, enjoys the privilege of quarter
ing the Union Jack upon his flag. 1t
was presented to him, I believe, by
Charles II, when the Mosquito savages
were vastly useful in our buccaneering
wars.
Everything had gone just as the infer
nal cunning OF our Williams wished. We
strolled back to our hut. The fun had
begun already, and warriors staggered
about in every stage of pious intoxication.
One might have supposed the town bonn
barbarded, so fast and furious was the
discharge of guns. A spear whizzed be-
tween Salvador and myself, and stuck in
a wall quivering and gyrating. Person
had his beard singed with the fame of a
musket 1t was time to pack, and we
went. The live stock was running in
fright towards the jungle, and we caught
several chickens and kid.
"The forest was still dripping with
dew when we entered it. a difficult
march all round the village lay before
US; for we had struck the woods Just op-
posite to our proper course. Miguele
guided US without fault. The most
desperate joviality was reigning in the
village, which lay close on our lett hand
all days When we came upon the farm
grounds, walking grew easier: but the
afternoon had far advanced before Mi
guele lighted upon the path we sought
Now SAID he, keep lookout for your
lives. It's hundred chances nobody
comes by; but if an Indian should appear
do you fools try to look as if you were
taking a promenade. I'll account tor
him? lie still kept my gun and pistol
"We met no one. Dusk settled on the
woods, whilst it was still bread daylight
in the open. We camped for the second
time and ate our stolen kid. When the
moon rose, Miguele called US. I had
taken an opportunity to sound Person
whilst the poems slept, but he was as mad
for the plumber as they.
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