“suddaine they see from midst of all the maine,
the surging waters like a mountain rise,
and the great sea, puft up with proud disdaine,
to swell above the measure of his guise,
threatening to devoure all that his powre despise.”
spenser.
the caravel in question was more than ordinarily frail, having been hastily equipped with two others from the port of tehuantepec in mexico, at the order of cortez for the exploration of the continent about and above the gulf of california. it is true, an experienced seaman named grijalva had been put in command, and he had been so far successful as to have reached the twenty-ninth degree of north latitude. thence one vessel had been sent back with an account of his progress. the other two continued their explorations northward, with the hope of arriving at that kingdom so rich in precious metals, of which they had heard so many rumors from the recently conquered mexicans. creeping coastwise slowly upward, many fine bays with shores rich in verdure met their view, but of gold they found no traces, and of inhabitants, with the exception of an occasional glimpse of a naked savage, who ran terrified away, they were equally[21] unsuccessful. yet they were navigating waters, the tributary streams of which were literally bedded in gold. but neither the time nor people to which this treasure was to be disclosed had arrived. consequently, grijalva, with his eyes blinded to what was constantly within his reach, saw nothing but a vast wilderness, which promised neither wealth nor honor as the reward of further exploration. reluctantly, therefore, he turned his course southward. that night a severe gale came on, and both caravels were driven far from their course towards the southwest. it was in vain with such unseaworthy vessels that grijalva sought to regain the coast. the wind blew him still farther into unknown seas, which daily became more tempestuous, until his storm-shattered vessel sank in sight of her scarcely better conditioned consort, engulfing all on board.
this sight for the moment chilled the hearts of the surviving crew, and paralyzed their exertions. but spanish seamen and the soldiers of cortez were too accustomed to death in every form, to long despair. they redoubled their efforts, and by bailing and cautious steering, keeping the vessel directly before the wind, weathered the gale, which the next day was succeeded by the fatal calm, already described.
there were on board some twenty persons, veterans in the hardships and conflicts of the new world. their commander was the young man that lay exhausted in the cabin. he spoke to the woman who now sat with his head on her lap,[22] while she gave him such meagre refreshment as their famished bark afforded. his name was juan alvirez. hers was beatriz. they were brother and sister. he had been a volunteer with narvaez, and after his defeat enlisted under cortez, and was present at the siege of mexico, and all the subsequent expeditions of his commander, to whom he was greatly attached. this attachment was founded in a congeniality of temperament, which led him to emulate the heroic daring and unflinching perseverance of cortez, while his more powerful intellect was equally an object of his profound admiration. with the same thirst for adventure, the same chivalric courage, the same devotion to the catholic worship, the same contempt for the rights, feelings or sufferings of others so that his own desire was gained, devout and loyal, with deep affections, easily moved to anger or kindness, childlike in his impulses, yet strong in action, alvirez in most points, except judgment, might be considered a cortez on a small scale. indeed, his intimacy with him, begun when alvirez was not twenty years of age, had, by strengthening the natural traits of character so similar to his own, quite merged him into his commander. his individuality was shown chiefly in executing what cortez ordered, and in blind though gallant acts of devotion, upon the spur of emergency, in which prudence or generalship were not often considered.
alvirez was frank and social. these qualities joined to his tried bravery made him the favorite of all. even the mexicans who had so often suffered[23] from his arm, learned to distinguish and admire in him that generous fearlessness to all danger, which pitiless to them, was self-devoted to his own cause, and stooping to no artifice in action, went direct to its mark, like the swoop of a hawk upon its quarry. with them he was known as tonatiuh, ‘the child of the sun,’ from his burning glance and stroke as quick as light. his thirst for adventure keeping him in continual action, he gladly volunteered to command the soldiery in the expeditions which cortez sent to explore and subdue the unknown regions to the north of mexico.
not yet in the prime of life, we find this spanish cavalier, faint from exertions which had wearied out all on board, lying half helpless, grieving over the fate of the brave seamen who had so long and skilfully kept the little squadron afloat.
his sister beatriz shared many of these traits with her brother. she was as brave, self-devoted, ardent, and impulsive as he, but true womanhood and a benevolence of heart which instinctively led her to seek the happiness of those with whom she was, made her in conduct an altogether different being. deeply imbued with the roman catholic faith, while she sedulously conformed to the demands of its ritual, its principles tempered by her own native goodness and purity, reflected through her peace and good will towards all men. juan was all energy and action. his will flowed from desire like a torrent, rending asunder its natural barriers, and spreading mingled ruin and fertility in its course. her will was deep, calm, and sure,[24] without noise, with no sudden movement, but like the quiet uprising of an ocean-tide, it steadily rose, floating all things safely higher and still higher on its bosom, until they attained its own level. all about her felt its movement, wondered at the effect, and welcomed the cause.
her influence over rude men was not the result of charms that most attract the common eye. the oval of her head was faultless. her hair was of ethereal softness, and seemed to take its hue and character from her mind rather than from nature’s pigments. considering her race, her complexion was rare, being blonde. warmth, firmness, decision, and much heart-suffering, were denoted by her mouth. her eyes spoke at will the language of her soul, or kept its emotions as a sealed book. yet they were not beautiful in the strictly physical sense, being in repose somewhat lifeless in color, but when they talked, an illumination as if from another sphere overspread her countenance, and surrounded her entire person with an atmosphere radiant with spirit emotion. so gentle, yet so penetrating was her speech, that it seemed as though she breathed her language. to the listener it was as if some delicious strain of music had passed through him, harmonizing his whole nature. this, no doubt, was owing rather to her purity and earnestness, as they found language and a responsive echo and all that was true and good in others, than to any wonderful endowment of voice. her vital organization being acute and generous, she was extremely susceptible to all life emotions, yet so[25] well-balanced was her character, which was the result of a varied experience, garnered into wisdom, that came more from intuition than out of the cold processes of reason, that rarely was she otherwise than the same quiet high-toned woman, as persuasive to good by her presence, as faithful to it by her example. none, therefore, asked her age, debated her beauty, or questioned her motives. all, even the mercenary soldier, the profane seamen, and the untutored indian, felt themselves better, happier and safer, for having her among them. her sad, sympathizing face, her winning speech, generous action, and noiseless, graceful carriage, were to them more of the madonna than of the earth-woman. yet she was strictly human, differing from others of her sex only in being a larger type of god’s handiwork, with fuller capacities both to receive and give, whether of suffering or joy. the key to her character was her invariably following her own noble instincts, sanctioned and aided as they were by the principles of her faith. in this respect, she was fortunate in possessing for her confessor the priest who was with them. he was a dominican monk, olmedo by name, and although attached by education to his theology, was of enlarged and humane mind, and felt that love rather than force was the only sure principle of conversion of the heathen to christianity.
olmedo had come from spain with the father of alvirez, who held a post of trust in cuba. thence he followed cortez to mexico, and on repeated occasions had done much to soften his[26] fanaticism, and inspire him with a more humane policy towards the unhappy indians. when alvirez set out on the present expedition, his sister and olmedo determined to accompany him; the former from her love for juan, and the latter from attachment to both, and the hope that he might find a field for missionary labor, in which the principles that animated him and beatriz might have free scope, unneutralized by the brutality and excesses of the miscalled soldiers of the cross.
the other members of the caravel’s company need just now no special mention, except that although bred in the cortez school of blood and rapine, they were, almost unconsciously to themselves, influenced much not only by the high toned courage and unflinching perseverance of their commander, but still more by the purer examples and earnest faith of beatriz and olmedo; each of whom, as opportunity offered, sought to deepen this impression, and to persuade them that there was truer treasure on earth than even the gold for which they lavished their blood, and better enjoyment to be found than in the brutal indulgence of base passions. there was, in consequence, in most of them a devotion to their leader and confessor, loftier and more sincere than the force of discipline, or the ordinary inspiration of their religion, because founded on an appeal to their hearts. for beatriz the rudest one among them would willingly have shed all his blood to save a drop of hers.
“may the holy mother receive their souls,” somewhat abruptly exclaimed juan, who had been[27] musing upon the fate of grijalva. his sister did not reply, except by a deep sigh, feeling that silence best expressed her sympathy with her brother’s ejaculation.
juan and those of the crew who now remained alive, exhausted by their sufferings and labors, soon sunk into a sound sleep. olmedo and beatriz were alone left awake, and avoiding by a common instinct the past, they talked only of their present situation and probable future. there was nothing in their external conditions to authorize hope for maiden or priest; yet a reliance on divine care so completely filled their hearts, that although no light penetrated their ocean-horizon, each felt and spoke words of encouragement to the other.
while they talked, light breezes began in variable puffs to stir the sails. as the wind increased, it grew contrary to the course for mexico, yet it was balmy, and as the sea under its influence began to rise and fall in gentle swells, the air became cooler, and the sky was gradually interspersed with fleecy clouds which occasionally shed a little rain.
awakening juan and the crew, olmedo pointed to the clouds, which, driving before them, seemed to beckon to some unknown haven beyond. “our deliverance has come,” exclaimed he; “let us lose no time in welcoming the breeze.”
“we cannot reach mexico with this wind,” said juan glancing aloft; then, as his spirits revived with the brightening prospect, he gaily added, “let us follow whither it blows; new fields of adventure may repay us for those we have lost.”
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“my son,” solemnly replied olmedo, “we are a feeble band, but trusting in him who ordereth all things, we may accept with gratitude the auspicious breeze; not to carry us to new scenes of slaughter, but in the hope that he who has preserved us alike from the storm and calm, reserves us for a more noble mission.”
“what say you, beatriz, is father olmedo right?” asked juan, more to hear her voice than as desiring her opinion, which he knew would conform to her confessor’s.
“dear brother, our father is right. orphans that we are, let us abandon ourselves to the guidance of the holy virgin and the saints. they will lead us to the work they have for us to do.”
to the followers of alvirez, any course which promised a new excitement or conquest was welcome. they therefore bestirred themselves with such alacrity as their famished condition permitted. in a short time the caravel was going before the wind with all the speed she was capable of, while the crew, excepting the necessary watch, again betook themselves to the repose they so greatly needed, and which, sustained as it now was by hope, did much to revive their strength.
