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Updated: June 9, 2025
For a long time I gaze entranced at the wondrous scene, and should probably have gone on gazing had not Gahra reminded me that the day was well-nigh spent and that we were still, according to the last information received, some distance from the mission of San Andrea de Huanaco, otherwise Valle Hermoso, or Happy Valley.
Presently Gahra sighs and opens his eyes, and a few minutes later is able to stand up and walk about. He can tell very little of what passed in the gully. He had followed Gondocori and myself, and was not far behind us. He remembered plunging into the snow-drift and struggling on until he fell on his face, and then all was a blank.
"Certainly," I answered, trying to look grave, though really greatly delighted. "Be good enough to send for the girls who are most in danger. Gahra and I will take possession of the house, and do all that is needful."
An affair of half an hour, at least, at this speed; and we cannot go faster," he answered, as he turned half round in his saddle. "Why are you looking backward?" "To see whether we are followed. We lost much time in the quebrado, and we have lost more since. Have you good eyes, Gahara? Born Africans generally have." "Yes, sir. My name, Gahra Dahra, signifies Dahra, the keen sighted!"
Why what can be worse than being hanged?" "I mean that even if the general did not carry out his threat you would be killed all the same. The Colombian gauchos swear that they will hack you to pieces wherever they find you. When Gahra comes he will tell you the same." "You have heard; what do you say?" asked Carmen, turning to me.
"How came you hither?" "I was taken to Cuba in a slave-ship, brought to this country by General Salazar, and sold by him to Colonel Canimo." "You have no great love for the Spaniards, I suppose?" Gahra pointed to his arms which had been chafed by the rope till they were raw, and showed us his back which bore the marks of recent stripes. "Can you fight?" "Against the Spaniards?
"Perhaps we had. Yes, let us get it over," he said, with a sigh. They first stared and then gesticulated. When at length they found their tongues they overwhelmed him with questions, eying Gahra and me the while as if we were wild animals.
Her complexion was bright cinnamon, and the three or four women by whom she was attended were costumed like herself. On entering the room the three caciques went on their knees, and after a moment's hesitation Gahra followed their example. I thought it quite enough to make my best bow.
I followed his example, and we knew no more until, as it seemed in about five minutes, we were roused by a terrific howl. We jumped up at once and ran out of the thicket. Gahra and Guido were waiting for us, each with a led horse. "We were beginning to think you had been taken, or gone away," said Guido, hoarsely. "I have howled six times in succession. My voice will be quite ruined."
So when we met as agreed, I told her that I had decided to make the attempt on the next morning, and asked her to be in a grove of plantains, hard by, an hour before dawn. I besought her, whatever she did, to be punctual; our lives depended on our stealing away before people were stirring. Meanwhile Gahra and I had laid our plans.
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