CHAPTER LII.

MATTHEW LAYS OUT A SCHEME FOR STAYING FIVE YEARS IN THE WILDERNESS.

"What a plague it is, master," says Matthew presently--"what a plague it

is for a man who has no learning to get a good notion in his mind. Here

am I like a young blackbird who feels he has the makings of a sweet song

in his head, and yet can do no more than squeak out of tune."

"Nay, then," says I, "do as the blackbird does--strive to sing, and I

warrant the tune will come in time."

"Well, master," says he, "to begin with, do you think these Ingas, if

they gathered together and made head against the Portugals, might

recover themselves some little corner of their territory, where they

could live in peace like Christians, and trade with other nations?"

"The difficulty is," says I, "to get them to combine steadfastly for any

length of time, for, according to their own showing, they are divided

into a hundred tribes, each more or less hostile to the other."

"Why," says he, "that is but the outcome of their misfortunes, for no

men are so snappish as those who suffer continual persecution. Do think

how ill-tempered and cross-grained a wife will be who has a tyrant for a

husband, and how buxom and cheerful she is whose spouse is kind. These

poor fellows are fighting for their lives. The Portugals will not trade

with them, or suffer others to trade, so that they get no comfort, and

are forced to seek subsistence in the woods; then if one finds a good

cover of game he must hold it against others in order that he may

exist."

"All that is very true," says I; "but how can their case be remedied?"

"By such economy as is practiced among people who have not half their

resources. What would become of our peasants, master, if they lived only

on what they could find in the woods? Now if these Ingas pitched upon a

fertile and healthy valley beyond the range of the Portugals, they might

enclose fields and breed creatures for their food; they might till the

ground and grow proper fruits and grain, so that they would no longer

have to go far afield for game and fight their brethren to hold it."

"And how would you have them till the ground when they have no iron

plowshares?"

"As for that, master," says he, "I have seen the earth tilled with a

stick in Cornwall; but these might make plowshares of gold if they were

so minded."

I laughed at this notion, but bade him go on, seeing this objection was

but a trifle.

"Well, master," says he, "I take it, they must have more comfort by this

way of living than they now can get; and other tribes, seeing their

state, would willingly enough come to partake their contentment. There

would still be much lacking to their estate; but by laying their plans

carefully, and preparing themselves with arms and leaders, they might in

the end take some port from the Portugals, where the country about would

give them protection against assault, and so come about to open trade

with any nation who wished to take their commodity in exchange for what

the Ingas need."

"Hold, Matthew," says I, "what commodity have these Ingas to dispose

of?"

"Lord love you, master," says he, "they have that which no other nation

ever yet refused--gold! The Ingas, with their knowledge of these

mountains, can easily produce you gold by the bushel; while the

Portugals, with pain, get it by the thimbleful. And look you, master,

once the traders know where they can get gold cheap, they will take

means to prevent the Portugals again closing that port. The project may

seem wild at the first glance, as many another achievement has looked in

the beginning, but is it impossible?"

"It is not impossible," says I; "but the Ingas must be taught."

"To be sure, master. And they are willing enough to learn. All they need

is a leader, as appears clearly from their seeking our help against the

Portugals."

"Ay," says I, "but where is this teacher to be found?"

"Not a great way off, master. In a word," says he, "you are the man who

may save thousands from destruction by the Portugals, and raise up these

poor Ingas from misery and despair to happiness and prosperity."

This proposal did fairly take away my breath, and ere it came again for

me to speak, Matthew continues: "When I tell the Ingas that you refuse

to save yourself by the means they suggest, because they could not hold

the town and would suffer disaster, they must needs regard you with

respect and admiration, for the virtues they do most prize are sagacity

and generosity. Thus will they be well disposed to listen to a scheme

for their surer advantage, especially when they know that you will not

leave them untill they are in a condition to maintain the independence

of the state you have set up."

"And how long do you reckon it will take to carry out your project,

Matthew?" says I.

"Why, master, I count we may do a good deal in four or five years."

"Five years!" says I, with a gasp.

"Ay, master; but that's not half the time it would take to get down the

Oronoque. And what are five years when you are happily and profitably

occupied? Will it be a great joy to you to know that you are redeeming

these poor folks?"

"Ay, to be sure," says I; "but Lady Biddy?" For she had been in my mind

all this time.

"Why, master, I mistake her ladyship if she is the sort to sit down and

cry for farthingales in the midst of wild woods. No, I do rather count

upon her entering cheerfully into this business, and teaching the women,

as you teach the men, with good result for her pains, and the blessing

of every wife and mother that wears a tawny skin."

"Ay," says I, "they could not fail to be happier for her tenderness."

"No, master, nor she for having such a scope for her tenderness. There's

many a thing I might teach 'em for I have earned wages as a blacksmith

and a carpenter in my time. And if lords, as I have heard, do live to

get drunk, to hunt, and go gallanting, then may you live here like the

best of 'em; for," says he, dropping into his customary vein of humor,

"you may have a score of sweethearts, and not a man to say you nay; hunt

without fear of trespassing on another lord's preserves; and 'twill be

odd if amongst the blessings of civilization we can not make up some

sort of liquor to get drunk on."

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