The Pearl of Lima: A Story of True Love

, had been driven from lower Peru, this country, which had been incessantly agitate

Plaza-Mayor. In this direction there was nothing to fear; but the true danger, concealed, imminent, was not from these reb

s, too lofty to perceive it, and the attention of t

med to have shaken off their natural apathy. Instead of rolling themselves in their ponchos, with their feet turned to the spring sun, they were scattered thr

e from the centre of the city. At the corner of a street stood a house,

n woman, offered to the lowest zambos the chica, beer of ferme

blage, then the zambos of every profession, the capataz, the arrieros, muleteers, the carreteros, carters, entered the chingana, one by one, and immediately disa

moke, distinguish the frequenters of this tavern. Fifty Indians were ranged around a long table; some were chewing the coca, a kind of tea-leaf, mingled with a little piece of fragrant eart

d eyes were strangely wild. He

rved his auditors, the Samb

r to hear them; on the square, some of our friends, disguised as street-singers,

mandoline and of a vigu

, lent therefore close attention to the words of

mbo give us of Martin

ecting some of our brethren, who have descended the river to i

Indian, much dreaded; "but why was he not at his

down his head

e of shots between the Annonciation and the custom-house officers, and th

tion received the w

my son Martin Paz will not one day re-appear? Listen now; the arms which have been sent us from Sechura are in our power; th

oung Indian; "we have sharpene

bo; "do my brethren know what ene

slaves, and strike us with the ha

of the soil, who will not suffer us to p

ese rich men gorged with gold who have dragged to the tomb the sons of Manco-Capac; no, it is these proud Spaniards whom Fate has thrust on our independent shores! These are the true conquerors of whom you are the tr

ed the assembly, with

y interrogating various conspirators, that the friends of Cu

suming w

a heart of hatred equal to thine, a courage equal to thine, they wil

s burning for vengeance! In the gorges of San Cristoval and the Amanca?s, more than one is couched on his poncho, with his poignard at his girdle, waiting unti

ngeance. President Gambarra is seeking only to consolidate his power; Bolivar is afar, Santa Cruz has been driven away; we can act with certainty. In a few days, th

entered the great hall. The

said he

every direction; our most skillful divers have explored it with religious car

them if they have killed my son! Let my brethren separate i

rsed; the Sambo alone remained

conducted his son to San Lazaro? The

nd the blood mounted to his cheek

controlled hi

his friendship, all those to whom he has given his love! Then I will kill him, and myself

of the room, advanced toward the Sambo, and

you this

been designedly forgotten by a chi

een any but I

been none

the Sambo unfolded the

protected her and risked his life for her. If the Sambo has any news of his poor son, or any hope of

shed the bill

has suffered himself to be ca

woman?" ask

ing the billet; "it is some young girl of the ot

what this wo

; "let her lose all hope of seeing

tore the bil

dian who brought this bi

have occupied ourselves long enough with trifling affairs," resumed he, coldly; "let my brother return to the mountains; I will

Indians

hered from every direction, from the forests of Brazil, as well as the mountains of Chili and the plains of La Plata, would cover the theatre of war with a formidable army. The great cities, like Lima, C

the secret had remained buried in the hearts of the In

er Annonciation had been captured from him by Indian pirates! That it had been laden with arms of all sorts; that canoes had unl

he Sambo; he had received for it a considerable sum, a

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