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Updated: June 26, 2025
There's but one way I know of to hinder her from becoming the wife of her cousin Cypriano, and that is " "What?" impatiently asks Aguara. "To separate them. Let father, mother, son, and nephew be taken back to where they belong; the nina to stay behind." "But how can that be done?" "You mean without your showing your hand in it?" asks Valdez, in a confidential whisper. "I do.
"Let me go, tio?" puts in Cypriano, with impressive eagerness, his eyes turned towards his cousin as though he did not at all relish the thought of her visiting the Tovas village without his being along with her. "And me, too?" also requests Ludwig, the son, who is two years older than his sister. "No, neither of you," rejoins the father. "Ludwig, you would not leave your mother alone?
And as the years rolled by, a third youngster came to form part of the family circle this neither son nor daughter, but an orphan child of the Senora's sister deceased. A boy he was, by name Cypriano. The home of the hunter-naturalist was not in Assuncion, but some twenty miles out in the "campo." He rarely visited the capital, except on matters of business.
But Gaspar's keen eye is not to be thus baffled; and a joyful ejaculation escaping his lips tells he has discovered something which gives him gladness. On Cypriano asking what it is, he makes answer "Just what we're wanting to find out; the route the redskins have taken after parting from this place. Thanks to the Virgin, I know the way they went now, as well as if I'd been along with them."
'Tis only later, when the sun began to throw elongated shadows, that one is seen there, upon horseback, and going in a gallop; but he is heading from the house, and not toward it. For the rider is Cypriano himself, who, no longer able to bear the torturing suspense, has torn himself away from aunt and cousin, to go in search of his uncle and another cousin the last dearer than all.
I believe there are plenty of them in the rivers of Paraguay; but, as it chances, I never came across one, either dead or alive." "I have," says Cypriano, "come across more than one, and many times. But once I well remember; for an awkward circumstance it was to myself." "How so, sobrino?" "Ah! that's a tale I never told you, Ludwig; but I'll tell it now, if you wish." "Oh I do wish it."
"Vayate!" he continues to ejaculate in a tone of mock scorn, apostrophising the great luminary, "no thanks to you now, showing yourself when you're not needed. Instead, I'd thank you more if you'd kept your face hid a bit longer. Better for us if you had." "Why better?" asks Cypriano, who, as well as Ludwig, has been listening with some surprise to the singular monologue.
His cry, sent up in accent of deepest despair, brings Ludwig and Cypriano to his side: and the three stand watching the dark cohort advancing towards them. None of them speaks or thinks of retreat. That would be idle, and any attempt at escape must surely result in failure; while to resist would but hasten the disaster impending over them.
Both married though; the latter, Senor Cypriano, to her daughter and his own cousin; while the former, Senor Ludwig, has for his wife an Indian woman; with possibly the remark added, that this Indian woman is as beautiful and accomplished as though she were a white.
So sudden and unexpected is its retreat, that Ludwig and Cypriano, to get out of the way, go tumbling over the stones; while Gaspar comes nigh doing the same; in the scramble dropping the candle, and of course extinguishing it.
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