Notwithstanding the change of attitude, 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 reassure 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 carcass 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 class 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 shells 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--gods 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 emancipation
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 circumstances 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--vassal 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 compass; "in all the
space 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."
The speaker might have gone on much longer without fear of his hearer
interrupting him. The latter was held mute with astonishment, as well
as by a kind of involuntary respect with which the words of his
companion had inspired him. In all probability the negro had never
before heard that a powerful and civilised people existed in that
country previous to the arrival of the Spaniards. At all events he had
never suspected that the man who was thus enlightening him--the
half-Pagan, half-Christian tiger-hunter--was the descendant of the
ancient masters of Tehuantepec.
As for Costal himself, after making these statements of the former
splendours of his family--in which, notwithstanding his pompous mode of
declaring them, there was much truth--he lapsed into a profound silence;
and, his face turned with a melancholy expression upon the ground, he
took no notice of the effect produced on the mind of his black
companion.