The Rover of the Andes Part 5
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"Yes, it's very nice to recall old times," answered Lawrence, with a half-suppressed yawn, for they had by that time gone over the old times so often that the novelty had rather worn off.
"Yes, bery nice," repeated Quashy, with gleaming eyes, "when I tink ob de ole fadder an' de ole mill an' de ole fun what me an' you carried on--oh! my heart goes like to bu'st."
"Don't let it bu'st here, whatever you do, Quashy, for you'll need all the heart you possess to carry you safely over these mountain pa.s.ses."
Quashy opened his huge mouth, shut his eyes, and went off in a high falsetto--his usual mode of laughing. He always laughed at Lawrence's little jokes, whether good or bad, insomuch that the youth finally abstained from jesting as much as possible.
"I did not know," continued Lawrence, "that there were so many robbers about. Pedro tells me that the mountains are swarming with them just now."
"Ho yis, ma.s.sa, plenty ob rubbers eberywhar," said Quashy, with a nod, "more nor 'nuff ob dem. You see, ma.s.sa, Chili an' Proo's a-fightin' wid each oder jus' now. What dey's fightin' about no mortial knows; an', what's more, n.o.body cares. I s'pose one say de oder's wrong an' de oder say de one's say not right. Bof say das a big lie so at it dey goes hammer an' tongs to prove--ha! ha! to prove dey's bof right. Oh my!"
Here the negro opened his cavernous jaws and gave vent to another explosion of shrill laughter.
"What fools dey is!"
"Then you think it is only fools who fight, Quashy?"
"Ob coorse, ma.s.sa. Don' you see, if dey wasn't fools dey wouldn't fight; 'cause fightin' can't prove nuffin', an' it can't do nuffin', 'cep' waste life an' money. No doubt," added the negro, with a meditative gaze at the ground, "when rubbers come at a feller he's boun'
to fight, for why? he can't help it; or when Red Injin savages--"
"Have a care, Quashy, what you say about Indians. I've warned you once already."
"O ma.s.sa!" said the poor black, with a look of almost superhuman penitence, "I beg your pard'n. I's quite forgit to remimber. I was just agwine to say that there _is_ times when you _mus'_ fight. But isn't Chili Christ'n, an' isn't P'roo Christ'n? I don' bleeve in Christ'ns what cut each oder's t'roats to prove dey's right. Howsever, das noting. What I's agwine to say is--dars a lot o' white livers on bof sides, an' dese dey runs away, takes to de mountains and becomes rubbers. But dey's not all bad alike, dough none of em's good. You's heer'd ob Conrad ob de Mountains, ma.s.sa?"
"Yes, Pedro mentioned his name. He seems to be a celebrated bandit."
"Well, I's not sure. Some peepil say he's not a rubber at all, but a good sort o' feller as goes mad sometimes. He's bery kind to women an'
child'n, but he's bery awrful."
"That's a strange character. How do you know he's so very awful, Quashy?"
"Because I seed 'im, ma.s.sa."
"Indeed, where?"
"On de plains ob Proo, ma.s.sa," replied the negro, with that self-satisfied clearing of the throat which was usually the prelude to a long story.
"Come now, Quashy," said Lawrence, with a laugh, "don't be too long-winded, and don't exaggerate."
"Don't ex-what-gerate, ma.s.sa?"
"Exaggerate."
"What's dat, ma.s.sa?"
"Never mind, Quashy--go on."
With a genial and highly exaggerated smile, the negro proceeded:--
"Well, as I was agwine to say, I see dis man, Conrad ob de Mountains, on de plains ob Proo. I's in de Proo camp at de time, attendin' on you's fadder, an' de army ob Chili was in front ob us on de slopes ob de hills, agwine to go in for a fight wid us. De sojers of Proo wasn't bery keen for fightin'. I could see dat, but their gin'ral screwed 'em up to de pint, an' dey was all ready, when all of a sudden, we sees a pris'ner brought in by four sojers. Dey seem so 'fraid ob him dey darn't touch him, tho' he was unarmed. Two walked behind him, an' two walked in front ob 'im, all wid dere baynets pintin' at 'im, ready to skewer 'im all round if he was try to run. But, poor chap, he walk wid his head down, bery sad-like--nebber t'inkin' ob runnin'. So dey druv'
'im up to our gin'ral. I was in a crowd o' tall fellers, an' de pris'ner had his back to me, so I not seed his face well. `Das Conrad ob de Mountains dey've cotched,' says a feller near me. `Listen!' We all listen'd so quiet you could hear a 'skito sneeze. `What's you'
name?' asks de gin'ral, ridin' close up to Conrad on his splendid war-hoss--a child ob one ob de war-hosses as come ober wid Pizarro from Spain. `My name's Pumpkin,' answers de pris'ner. `Das a lie!' says de gin'ral. `No's not,' says Conrad, lookin' up, as I could see by de back ob his head. `What side you b'longs to, raskil?' `To no side, gin'ral.' `Whar you come fro'?' `Fro' de mountains, gin'r'l.' `Whar you go to?' `Ober de mountains, gin'ral.' I could see by de way de fedders in de gin'ral's hat shake dat he's gittin' in a wax at de cool imprence ob de pris'ner, but he 'strain hisself, an' spoke sarkmustic.
`Senhor Pumpkin,' says he, `you are Conrad ob de Mountains,'--('cause he guess who he was by dat time); `how you prepose to go ober de mountains?' `Dis way!' says Conrad, an', nixt momint, up goes de gin'ral's leg, down goes his head an' fedders on de ground, and Conrad sits in de saddle afore you can wink. All round de baynets was charge, but dey haul up jist in time not to skewer one anoder, for de horse shotted out fro' between dem all, an' away straight to de Chili lines, whar dere was a great cheerin', for dey t'ought it was a deserter. When Conrad came up, he trotted quietly troo de ranks, till he got near to whar de Chili commander stood wid his hofficers, wonderin' who he was.
As he couldn't 'spec' to git no furder, he rides quietly up to a hofficer, takes de sword out ob his hand afore he understand what he wants, den, diggin' de spurs into de big war-hoss, off he goes wid a yell like a Red Inj--oh! I's mean like a--a buff'lo bull. Out comes de swords. Dey close all round 'im. I no see him by dat time. He too fur off; but a friend ob mine was near, an' he say dat Conrad swing de long sword so quick, an' de sun was s.h.i.+nin' so clar, dat it look like a circle ob fire all round him. Down dey hoed on ebery side. Off goed a head here, an arm dere. One trooper cut troo at de waist, an' fall'd off, but de legs stick on. Anoder splitted right down fro' de helmet, so as one half fall on one side, an' de odour half fall--"
"Come now, Quashy," interrupted Lawrence, with a laugh, "you exaggerate."
"What! you call _dat_ exaggerate, ma.s.sa? Den Conrad exaggerate about ten more afore he cut his way troo an' 'scaped to de hills. Oh, he's an awrful man!"
"Truly he must be very awful, if all you relate of him be true," said Lawrence; "and I sincerely trust that if we fall in with him we may find him friendly. Now, I shall ride forward, and ask Pedro if we are far from our halting-place."
This abrupt change of subject was usually understood by the amiable negro to mean that our hero--whom he persisted in regarding as his master--had had enough of his conversation at that time, so he reined back his mule, while Lawrence pushed forward.
To his question Pedro replied that he expected to reach the next sleeping-place very soon.
"It will not be as luxurious as the last," he said; "but, doubtless, one who has traversed the mountains of Scotland is prepared to rough it in South America."
"You speak as if you were yourself somewhat acquainted with the Scottish mountains."
"So I am, senhor," replied the guide. "I had clambered up Ben Nevis while I was yet a little boy."
"Surely you are not a Scot?" said Lawrence, with a quick glance.
"No, I am not a Scot, senhor. To have travelled in a country does not render one a native, else might I claim England, Ireland, and Switzerland as my native lands. See, yonder lies the little farm where I hope to put up for the night."
He pointed as he spoke to the head of the glen or valley, which was somewhat narrower and more gloomy than the vales through which they had ridden in the earlier part of the day. Since crossing the first cordillera on the Pacific side of the Andes they had, indeed, traversed a great variety of country. In some places the land was rocky and comparatively barren. In others, where the peculiar form of the mountains sheltered the table-lands, the country was fertile, and numerous farms dotted the landscape, but as they ascended higher on the main chain the farms became fewer, until they finally disappeared, and an occasional hut, with a mere patch of cultivated ground, was all that remained in the vast solitudes to tell of the presence of man.
It was to one of these huts that Pedro now directed his companion's attention.
"A most suitable place for the abode of banditti," remarked Lawrence, as they advanced up the winding path.
"And many a time do the bandits lodge there," returned Pedro. "Of course, robbers of the Andes do not go about with placards on their backs announcing their profession to all the world, and, as long as they behave themselves, farmers are bound to regard them as honest men."
"You said, if I heard rightly," observed Lawrence, "that you had formerly met with the rascal whom we let off the other day."
"Yes, I know him well. One of the worst men in the land. I'm almost sorry we did not shoot him, but I never could take human life in cold blood, even when that life had been forfeited over and over again.
However, he's sure to get his deserts sooner or later."
"Then he is not Conrad of the Mountains whom you mentioned to me lately?"
"No, Conrad is a very different stamp of man--though he has not too much to boast of in the way of character if all that's said of him be true.
The man we let go is a gaucho of the Pampas named Cruz. He delights in war, and has fought in the armies of Chili, Peru, and the Argentine Confederation without much regard to the cause of quarrel. In fact, wherever fighting is going on Cruz is sure to be there. Lately he has taken to the mountains, and now fights for his own hand."
"And the other poor fellow who went over the precipice," asked Lawrence, "did you know him?"
"I knew him slightly. Antonio is his name, I think, but he is a villain of no note--an inferior bandit, though quite equal to his captain, no doubt, in selfishness and cruelty."
On arriving at the hut or small farm at the head of the valley, they found its owner, a burly, good-humoured Creole, alone with his mother, an old woman whose shrivelled-up appearance suggested the idea of a mummy partially thawed into life. She was busy cooking over a small fire, the smoke of which seemed congenial to her--judging from the frequency with which she thrust her old head into it while inspecting the contents of an iron pot.
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