The Tiger Hunter Part 4

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"It's not half an hour since they have been here," continued the Indian.

"_Mira_!" exclaimed he, pointing to a little eddy on the edge of the stream, "they have been drinking there not ten minutes ago: the water is yet muddy!"

"Let us get away," suggested the negro, whose black face was now pale with fear. "I see no use in our remaining here. See! there are many tracks, and of different sizes, too. Lord bless me! a whole procession of tigers must have pa.s.sed here."

"Oh! you are exaggerating," rejoined the Indian, with a sneering laugh.

"Let us count them," he continued, bending down over the foot-prints, "one--two--three--four: a male, a female, and her two _cachorros_ (cubs). That is all. _Carrambo_! what a sight for a _tigrero_ (tiger-hunter)."



"Ah! indeed!" a.s.sented the negro, in a hesitating way.

"Yes," rejoined the other; "but we shan't go after them to-day. We have more important business on our hands."

"Would it not be better to defer the business you were speaking of till to-morrow, and now return to the hacienda? However curious I am to see the wonderful things you promised, still--"

"What!" exclaimed the Indian, interrupting his companion's speech, "defer that business till another day? Impossible. The opportunity would not come round for another month, and then we shall be far from this place. No, no, Clara," continued he, addressing the black by this _very_ odd cognomen, "no, no; we must about it to-day and at this very moment. Sit down, then."

Suiting the action to the word, the Indian squatted himself on the gra.s.s; and the negro, willing or unwilling, was forced to follow his example.

CHAPTER SIX.

THE TIGER-HUNTER.

Notwithstanding the change of att.i.tude, the negro still continued the victim of his fears. Instead of paying proper attention to what his companion was saying, his eyes wandered abroad, searching the horizon on every side of him, as if at every moment he expected to see the jaguars returning to attack them.

Noticing his uneasiness, the Indian made an attempt to rea.s.sure him.

"You have nothing to fear, comrade," said he. "The tigers have the whole river to drink out of; and it is not likely they will come back here."

"They may be hungry," rejoined Clara, "and I have heard say that they prefer a black man, like me, to either a white or an Indian."

"Ha, ha!" laughed his companion. "You need not flatter yourself on that score. Bah, man! there's not a tiger in all the State that would be fool enough to prefer a carca.s.s tough and black as yours, to the flesh of a young colt or heifer, either of which they can have at any time.

Ha, ha! If the jaguars only heard what you've said, they would shake their sides with laughter."

The fearlessness exhibited by the Indian himself in regard to the jaguars is easily explained, since it was by the destruction of these fierce animals that he got his living. His calling was a peculiar one, though common enough throughout the tropical regions of America. He was, in fact, a _tigrero_, or tiger-hunter, a cla.s.s of men whose sole occupation consists in pursuing, _a l'outrance_, the different beasts of prey that ravage the flocks and herds of the great _haciendas de ganado_, or grazing estates. Among these predatory creatures the jaguar is the most destructive; and the hunting and slaying of these animals is followed by many men--usually Indians or half-breeds--as a regular profession.

As the jaguar (_Felis onca_) in all parts of Spanish-America is erroneously called the tiger (_tigre)_, so the hunter of this animal is termed a tiger-hunter (_tigrero_). Many of the more extensive estates keep one or more of these hunters in their pay; and the Indian we have introduced to the reader was the _tigrero_ of the hacienda Del Valle.

His name and nation were declared by himself in the speech that followed--

"Ah!" he exclaimed with an air of savage exultation, "neither tigers nor men may laugh with impunity at Costal, the Zapoteque. As for these jaguars," he continued after a pause, "let them go for this night.

There will be nothing lost by waiting till to-morrow. I can soon get upon their trail again; and a jaguar whose haunt is once known to me, is a dead animal. To-night we have other business. There will be a new moon; and that is the time when, in the foam of the cascade, and the surface of the solitary lake, the Siren shows herself--the Siren of the dishevelled hair."

"The Siren of the dishevelled hair?"

"Yes; she who points out to the gold-seeker the rich _placers_ of gold-- to the diver the pearls that lie sparkling within their sh.e.l.ls at the bottom of the great ocean."

"But who has told you this?" inquired Clara, with a look of incredulity.

"My fathers--the Zapoteques," replied Costal, in a solemn tone of voice; "and why should _they_ not know? They have learnt these things from Tlaloc and Matlacuezc--G.o.ds they were, as powerful as the Christ of the pale faces. Why--"

"Don't speak so loud!" interrupted Clara, in a voice that betokened alarm. "The priests of the Christians have their ears everywhere. They might call it blasphemy; and _carrambo_! the Inquisition has its dangers for blacks as well as whites!"

On hearing the word Inquisition the Indian involuntarily lowered his voice; but continued speaking in a tone that his companion could still hear him.

"My fathers," said he, "have told me that the Siren never appears to any one who is alone. It is necessary that two be present--two men of tried courage they must be--for the divinity is often wrathful at being invoked, and at such times her anger is terrible. As two men are required, I need another besides myself. Will you then be my companion?"

"Hum!" said Clara. "I may boast that I am not afraid of a man; though I confess I cannot say the same about a tiger. As to your Siren, that appears to be the very devil--"

"Man, tiger, or devil," cried Costal, "why fear any of the three? What need one care for them--one who has a stout heart--especially when the reward of his courage is gold, and enough of it to make a grand lord out of a poor Indian?"

"And of a negro as well?"

"Without doubt."

"Say, rather," rejoined Clara, with an air of discouragement, "that gold could serve neither one nor the other. Black and Indian, both are slaves, and our masters would soon take it from us."

"True enough what you say; but let me tell you, Clara, that the bondage of the Indian is approaching its end. Have you not heard that up in the north--in the _tierra adentro_--a priest has proclaimed the emanc.i.p.ation of all races, and equal liberty for all?"

"No," replied the negro, betraying his total ignorance of the political affairs of the country, "I have heard nothing about it."

"Know, then, that the day is at hand when the Indian will be on an equality with the white, the Creole with the Spaniard; and when an Indian, such as I, will be the master of both!"

The descendant of the Zapoteques delivered this speech with an air of proud exultation.

"Yes!" continued he, "the day of our ancient splendour will soon return.

That is why I am desirous at present of acquiring gold. Hitherto I have not troubled myself about finding it; since, as you say, it would soon be wrested from the hands of a poor slave. Now that I am to be free, the circ.u.mstances are changed; and I want gold, by which I may revive the glories of my ancestors."

Clara could not help casting a look of astonishment at his companion.

The air of savage grandeur, visible in the countenance of the tiger-hunter--va.s.sal of the hacienda Las Palmas--surprised him, as did also the pretentious manner in which he spoke about reviving the ancient splendours of his race.

The look and its meaning did not escape the observation of the Indian.

"Friend Clara!" said he, in a confidential tone, "listen to me, while I reveal to you a secret which I have kept for many long years--long enough for me to have seen fifty dry seasons, and fifty seasons of rain; and this fact can be confirmed to you by all of my colour and race."

"You have seen fifty seasons of rain?" cried the negro, in a tone of astonishment, at the same time regarding his companion attentively, who in truth did not appear to be over thirty years of age. "Fifty seasons of rain?"

"Well, not quite fifty," replied Costal, with a smile, "but very near it."

"Ah! I shall see fifty more," continued he. "Omens have told me that I shall live as long as the ravens."

The negro remained silent, still held in surprise by the wild declarations which his companion was volunteering to make to him.

"Listen, friend Clara!" continued the tiger-hunter, extending his arm in a circle, and designating the four points of the compa.s.s; "in all the s.p.a.ce that a horseman could traverse between sunrise and sunset--from north to south, from east to west--there is not a spot of ground that was not once possessed by my ancestors--the ancient lords of Zapoteca.

Before the vessels of the white men touched upon our coasts, they were sovereign masters of all this land--from ocean to ocean. The sea alone was their boundary. Thousands of warriors followed their banners, and crowded around their plume-bedecked standards of war. In the ocean the pearl-banks, and on the land the _placers_ of gold belonged to them.

The yellow metal glanced upon their dresses and armour, or ornamented the very sandals upon their feet. They possessed it in such abundance, they scarce knew what to do with it.

"Where now are the once powerful Caciques of Tehuantepec? Most of their subjects have been slaughtered by the thunder of the white men, or buried in the dark mines--while the conquerors have divided among them and made slaves of the survivors! An hundred needy adventurers have been transformed into grand magnates--each endowed with a portion of the conquered territory; and at this moment the last descendant of the Caciques is forced to earn his subsistence almost as a slave--to submit to the tyranny of a white master--to expose his life daily for the destruction of fierce beasts, lest they should ravage the flocks and herds of his thankless employer; while, of the vast plains over which he is compelled to pursue his perilous calling, there remains to him not a spot he can call his own--not even the ground occupied by his miserable hut."

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