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MANN LIBRARY NEW YORK STATE COLLEGES OF AGRICULTURE AND HOME ECONOMICS AT CORNELL UNIVERSITY 3 1924 001 498 546 Wan mann Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924001498546 Frontispiece. ADVENTURES OF YOUNG NATURALIST. BY LUCIEN BIART. EDITED AND ADAPTED BY PARKER GILLMORE, AUTHOR OF ‘ALL ROUND THE WORLD,” ‘‘GUN, ROD, AND SADDLE,” * “ sCCESSIBLE FIELD SPORTS,” ETC. ETC. ETC. With One Hundred and Sebenteen Illustrations. LONDON: SAMPSON LOW, SON, & MARSTON, CROWN BUILDINGS, 188 FLEET STREET. 1870. 5 @ ASHE PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND COMPANY EDINBURGH AND LONDON PREFACE. eVHERE is no country on the face of the earth that pos. sesses greater interest in the eyes of the scientific or travelled than Mexico, the scene where the adventures so graphically and clearly narrated in this volume transpired ; nor is this partiality to be wondered at, when we recall to memory what a lavish hand Nature has subtended to her. Although several of our most celebrated naturalists have climbed its lofty volcanic mountains, explored its lagoons and giant rivers, and traversed its immense forests, still, from the vast extent of that country, and variety of climate—caused by difference of elevation,—much yet remains to be done ere the public become thoroughly conversant with its arboreal and zoological produc- tions. The elephant, hippopotamus, lion, and tiger, the largest and most formidable of the terrestrial mammals of the Old World, are not here to be found ; but their places are well supplied by the swamp-loving tapir, the voracious alligator, the stealthy puma, and the bloodthirsty jaguar, all well worthy of the sportsman’s rifle, or of the snake-visioned native warrior’s weapons—for the power of destruction in these animals during life is great, while after death they either furnish valuable skins or wholesome food. Moreover, here the wolf awakes the reverberating echoes iv PREFACE. of the forest with its dismal howl; the racoon, opossum, and squirrel pass their lives in sportive gambols; the wild and the ocellated turkeys strut about, pompous in manner, as if conscious of their handsome plumage, while the timid deer and shaggy-coated bison roam over prairies or through woodland glades, as yet unacquainted with the report of the white man’s destructive fire-arms. Can it, therefore, be surprising that our little hero should have craved to be permitted to have a sight of this new land, so rich in the prospect of adventure. How he behaved himself through- out the numerous ordeals to which he was submitted, suffice it for me to say, that his conduct was worthy of the represen- tative of any nationality, and such as was calculated to make all parents proud of their offspring; for whether suffering from thirst or hunger, being persecuted by noxious insects, straying in the woods, even when within reach of the fiercest carnivora or in the presence of the deadliest reptiles, he never for a moment hesitated in performing his seniors’ instructions, lost his courage, or, better still, an opportunity of improving his mind. That the young English reader may benefit as much by the perusal of this work, as Master Lucien, otherwise “Sunbeam,” did by his journey through the Cordilleras of Mexico, and that they may enjoy the information herein imparted upon the wonderful works of the Creator, is the sincere wish of THE Epitor. CHAP. VIII. XIII. CONTENTS. INTRODUCTION, . Who we ste Crnsalet Sonde The est __ halt, . Sugar—Gringalet in the molasses tank—L’Encuerado’s state idea— An Indian supper, . Waking up in the morning—The Siénié world of LM Be cuerado and the bottles—Massacre of thistles— The charcoal- burning Indians, . A difficult ascent—The gont— The Thien girls—The tobacco ines —The bull-fight—Game—Lucien’s gun—Our entry into the wilderness, . The great forest Cros The first bivouac—The ae hunt— Our young guide—The chant in the desert, Corse Turpentine —Couroucone—Pineaieedles=(hhee uses in sight at once—The Carabus family— Scorpions—Salamanders —A midnight disturbance, . The cat’s-eyes Er and ine eee fern— The fallen mountain—The woodpecker—The basilisk—L’En- cuerado’s fresh idea, % A vulture’s feast—Dragon’s bon f Sonal pente eel Mexican moles — Toucans — The Scolopacide — L’Encuerado turned tailor—Sunset, 5 . The south wind—The eae bit aight—The bebe giant—The sarsaparilla plant—Gringalet discovers a spring— Our bivouac, . The rabbit— Wild mise À difficult + An cha cer Hoar frost—The torrent—The fawn—The tettigones—Dragon- flies, . Ablue art he are fee pétaract= Nos of yellow ue —A vegetable helmet—The kingfisher—Hunting water-fleas— The tadpole—A collection of water-bugs, . A relation of Gringalet—Our four-footed mde sk review of our party—The alligator-tortoise—The phcasants-—-The magnolia— The nutmeg tree—The blue plant—The caterpillar, The sensitive plant—Gringalet and the porcupine—The Mason chameleon—The kite and the falcon—An amphisbæna snake — A council of turkeys, 67 79 89 99 109 120 131 i CONTENTS. CHAP, XIV. XV. XVI. XVII. XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI. XXII. XXII. XXIV. XXV. XXVI. XXVII. XXVIII. XXIX. The meteor—God Almighty’s lanterns—The skunk—The jalap plant—An ærial journey—The orchids—Bivouac in the mouth of a cave—Gringalet and the beetles—A white ant’s nest, Our substitutes fie lip Hina gine into hé cave _The elaterides—The Gothic hall—Stalagmites and stalactites—A Chichiquimec cemetery—The ‘‘ Tree of St Ignatius”—The opossum and its little ones, ‘ The earth’s nuts— A wild cat's feast— nothes a ened tion to the cave—The bats—Excavations in a tomb, A forced march—Wild ducks—Vegetable soap—An unwelcome guest, . Wild dahlias—A réa suleddiventinesthe enpihiertia planta —The washer racoon—Surprised by a torrent—L’Encuerado turned hatmaker—New method for driving out evil spirits— The anhinga, The black CU D of and hood—The mirage—A fire in the plain, The morning and night dew—The Terre- Ries TWwatenapouis and whirlwinds—The Barbary fig-trees—The cactus plants— The viznaga—Our hopes disappointed—Don Benito Coyo- tepec, ri Black skins and pitts Rive haze to tien cspentese L'Encuerado chanting and Dre. palm-leaves— Vegetable-butter tree, Mexican oak apples—A stream “Tout in an ee wild nasturtium—Sportsmen deceived by children—The grave- digging beetles—The cochineal insect—Mexican wine—Good- bye to our Indian hosts, Again on the road—The binds catching spider The men and the skunk— The flying squirrel—The otter hunt—L’Encue- rado wounded, A laborious task—Wild de dies Pigeons he West tien cherry—The earwig—Snakes and serpents—First glance at the Terre-Chaude, A ground squirrel—A mouse’s det “Prananine iets ad hate young ones—The locust tree—Mexican wolves and their re- treat, The path through dite forest it Seed and the Bis —Mosquitoes—The water-plant—The promised land—A band of monkeys, : L’Encuerado and the parte Canwilet meets a The cougar, or American lion—A stream—Our ‘‘Palm-tree Villa” —Turtles’ eggs—The tantalus—Herons and flamingoes, A grove of log-wood trees—Ants at their work—Parasitic insects —The great sa ahaa Ca nuae and herons—Lost in the forest, A nocturnal ition he fall of a ices À font night—The monkeys—Master Job—All right at last, PAGE 141 156 168 177 185 195 202 213 224 233 240 246 253 263 273 279 CONTENTS. vil CHAP. PAGE XXX. We build a raft—The horned serpent—Good-bye to ‘‘ Palm- tree Villa ”—Mosquitoes and horse-flies—The rattlesnake— An ocelot, : 284 XXXI. The hunters lninted- edie Soni Ses hi jaguar hé —An ibis—The caymans— The wild bulls, 289 XXXII. The king of the vultures—The ticks—L’Encuerado Friphtemad by a demon—The tapirs —Good-bye to the stream—The puma’s prey—A miserable night—Our departure—The savannah— Lucien carried in a litter—Hunger and thirst—We abandon our baggage and pets in despair, . 298 XXXIII Thirst—L’Encuerado’s return—The description ae his j pore Janet, Verdet, and Rougette—Hunting wild horses—Our last adventure—The return, 7 ê 307 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ——o—-— PAGE FRONTISPIECE. “We were just then passing through a plantation,” 13 ‘* At last, lagging a little, our party reached the foot of the ont 25 “The basket and its bearer chased one another down the hill,” 30 + Almost immediately the foliage was pushed aside,” ë 33 “ On hearing the uproar two Indian women came running Fe us,” 40 “ Behind us opened a dark, narrow ravine, with perpendicular sides,” 45 “We now entered one of those glades,” 50 “Tt was really a first-rate meal,” 3 65 “The dog began to howl desperately,” . 74 ‘6 A flock of vultures attracted oe attention,” 79 ‘ Lucien loudly called out to me,’ 82 “ Sumichrast halted near three gigantic sent 97 A labyrinth of rocks brought us out in front of a stony fiat more than a hundred feet in height,” 102 ‘“ Sunset surprised us ere we had finished our labore? 103 “ A shrub kept him from falling into the gulf,” 112 “The cataract,” À 115 ‘A tiger-cat bounded forward and el he sheasnig! i 126 ‘The kite avoided the shock, and continued to rise in the air, 135 “ Tt looked like an immense pedestal, surmounted by two bronze ieee 141 ‘* Above us, the trees crossed their branches,” 146 “Then Sumichrast . . . . slid down the cord to fie ee,” 148 ‘< I then ordered the dada to light the fire,” 150 “The wildest dreams could not picture a stranger style of arenieeerana? 161 ‘ Five or six skulls seemed to glare at me through their empty orbits,” . 162 vill CONTENTS. Crater of Popocatepelt, ‘Our two scouts climbed some enormous heaps of or ‘The animals dit to retreat before him, and led him to the nisl of a cave,’ . “They were at once satuved ee a da fire,” ‘I at once recognised the black sugar-cane snake,” ‘i ‘* Followed by my companions we ascended the course of the steam ‘The rocks came rolling down, dashing together under the impulse of a liquid avalanche,” . ‘L’Encuerado . . . . set to work fi plait us hats,” “T used to go iguana hunting with my brothers,” ‘The moon rose, and rendered the illusion more ing “The sand rose rapidly, whirling round and round,” ‘Everywhere the cactus might be seen assuming fiwenity. different shapes,” ‘* The water digapeeanad see a low ech de ** Four children appeared,” ‘ An animal came tumbling down doté ten dés ee us,’ ‘The sun was just setting,” ‘* L’Encuerado was pressing his arm onal apes cries of pain? “The Terre-Chaude was stretched out at my feet,” . ‘* And the Indian went away, saluting,” : “I threw a stone at the beast,” ““ There was a whole tribe of monkeys BielielGes atau: D ‘*T looked in vain for the cougar,” : ‘ L’Encuerado turned three somersaults,” “It stood up on its hind legs,” ‘The bank to the right was cotée with ere and ‘thas: to iis left with spoonbills,” ‘“The head ant bright eyes és a ee eu appeared < about ty sie from us,” ‘We now came upon some en tn pia? ‘The monkey . . . . slid down, and fell dead at our feet ee “In front of us opened a glade, bordered by tall aaa i “* A band of peccaries were pursuing us,” . ‘ “ The banks of the river were covered with alligators,” * ‘The Indian and his branch descended with a splash into the eee ‘The entire drove . . . . dashed at full ee into the stream,” . “*The reeds were pushed aside? A ‘The deer sank down under the weight of a pana,” 6 ; à . “While the moon dimly lighted up the landscape,” ‘Lucien began to repeat to the ci the names of Héviense and Emile,” à “We had to cross some muddy martes 2 Also numerous Woodcuts embodied in, and illustrative of, the text. INTRODUCTION. ev HE evening before leaving for one of my periodical excur- sions, J was putting in order my guns, my insect-cases, and all my travelling necessaries, when my eldest son, a lad nine years old, came running to me, in that wheedling man- ner,—using that irresistible diplomacy of childhood which im- poses on fathers and mothers so many troublesome treaties— and which children so well know how to assume when they desire to obtain a favour. “Are you going to make as long a journey as you did last month?” he asked. “ Longer, I think ; for, as we are so soon leaving for Europe, I want to complete my collection as rapidly as possible. I know you will be a good boy during my absence, and obedient to your mother. You will think of me sometimes, will you not?” “T should much prefer not to think of you,” he responded. A 2 INTRODUCTION. “ You would rather, then, that I stayed at Orizava ?” “Oh, no! I should like you to go, and—to go with you.” “What can you be thinking of? Before we were a mile on the road you would be knocked up, complaining of heat, thirst, fatigue ” “That’s quite a mistake, dear father. I know I should be very useful to you, if you would only take me. I could pick up wood, light the fire, and look after the cooking, besides catching butterflies and insects both for your collection and mine.” “That’s all very well; but the first time you were scratched by a thorn you would ery.” “© father! 1 promise you I will never cry except when— I can’t help it.” 1 could not resist smiling at this answer. “Then it is a settled thing, and I am to go with you,” ex- claimed Lucien. “We must consult your mother, and if she sees no objection, I LE The child ran off without allowing me to finish my sentence. While I went on cleaning my guns, I found that I was pleading with myself in favour of the little would-be traveller. I also re- membered that when I was only seven years old I had travelled long distances on foot in company with my father, and to this early habit owed much of the power of accomplishing dangerous and fatiguing journeys, which would have frightened stronger men. I even persuaded myself that it would be useful, before leaving Mexico, to impress the memory of my son with a sight of some of the grand scenes of tropical nature, so that he should retain correct ideas of the wonderful country in which his infancy had been spent. I, moreover, knew that l’Encuerado, the gallant Indian, who had been my servant for so many years, perfectly adored his young master, and would watch over him just as I should, and thus ward off any possible mishaps. On the other hand, I risked inspiring my son with that love of travel and adventure, which had contributed mate- rially to my scientific collection, but very little to my fortune. Nevertheless, what a wholesome influence is exercised over the INTRODUCTION. 3 mind by an almost unceasing struggle with the difficulties that beset one’s course through an unknown country. Both the mind and body of my son must surely benefit by such an excursion, which might be curtailed if desirable. Soon after the boy returned, accompanied by his mother. “What is all this about a journey, for which my consent is the only requisite?” asked my wife. “ Mine is needed too,” I answered. “Why not take him, dear? L’Encuerado has promised me that he will not lose sight of him for an instant.” “What! do you take his part ?” “He does long so much to go with you,” she said. “ Be it so,” I replied. “Get your clothes ready, for we must be off the day after to-morrow at daybreak.” Lucien was almost beside himself with joy. He rushed about the house from one end to the other; gave the servants much unnecessary trouble; leggings, boots, and a game-bag, he wanted ; also a sword, a knife, insect-cases—in fact, a whole multitude of requirements, L’Encuerado, who was almost as rejoiced as the lad, cut him a travelling-staff, as strong and light as was requi- site, and made him other auxiliaries necessary on such excursions. From this moment forward, Lucien was constantly running and climbing about all the rooms and the yards round the house, to accustom himself, as he said, to the fatigue of a long journey. At dinner-time he would take nothing but bread and water, in order to prepare his system for the meagre fare of the bivouac. In fact, I had to quiet him down by recommending more cool- ness to his excited little brain. The eve of our departure arrived, and several friends came to bid me farewell. My son told them of all the great things he had determined to achieve—how he would crush the heads of scorpions, and with his sword cut down trees or kill serpents. “Tf I tumble over the rocks,” said he, ‘I shall only laugh at my bruises; and if we meet with any tigers ”* An extremely warlike attitude terminated this sentence. * The Jaguar (Leopardus onca Linn) is frequently called a tiger in America. The Tiger (Tigris Regalis) is not found on that continent.—Ep. + INTRODUCTION. Ceasing at length from want of further words, he would very willingly have reduced to silence, with his sword, those who dis- approved of my project of taking into the forests and savannahs my child of nine years old, and exposing him to all the unknown dangers of savage life,—to fatigue, rain, and all kinds of mala- dies! Why, it appeared like tempting Providence, and risking, for mere amusement, the life, or at least the health, of my child. The unanimity of these reflections began to shake my resolution, and I expressed myself to that effect. “O father!” cried Lucien, “are you going to break your word to me ?” “No,” I replied; “neither now nor ever. I want you to be- come a man, so you shall go. But be off to bed, for you must be ready to start by four o'clock in the morning.” I had given notice of my intended tour to my friend François Sumichrast, a Swiss savant, well known for his dis- coveries in natural history, in whose company I had undertaken several journeys. About ten o’clock at night, I began to fancy my letter of information had miscarried, when a knock at the door startled me, and I soon recognised the happy voice of my friend. He had come expressly from Cordova, in order to make one in our little expedition. I told him all my doubts and fears about my boy, but he quite took the part of the young traveller ; almost what I might have expected from a companion of Tôpffer. ‘ Come here,” he cried to Lucien, who, half-undressed, had just peeped in at the door. The boy ran to him, and my friend, whose stature much ex- ceeded the average, lifted him up and embraced him as an ally. “ At your age,” said Sumichrast, “I had made the tour of Switzerland, my bag on my back, and lad tried my teeth on bears’-steaks. I predict that you will behave like a man. Shall I be wrong ?” “Oh, no! M. Sumichrast.” “Can you live without eating and drinking ?” “T will do all you do.” INTRODUCTION. à “That's well; now go to bed. If you keep your word, when we return in a month’s time, you'll be a prodigy.” Next morning Lucien was up and ready long before daybreak, and complained of our tardiness. He was dressed in a jacket and breeches of blue cloth, with his Mexican cloak over them ; he carried in his belt a sword ready sharpened, to cut his way through the creeping plants ; while over his shoulder was passed the strap of a game-pouch, containing a knife, a cup, and a change of underclothing. The broad-brimmed hat, or sombrero, on his head, gave him a most determined air. I had almost forgotten the famous travelling-staff, which, for the last two days, had been resounding against all the floors in the house. L’Encuerado, a Mistec Indian, and an old tiger-hunter, who, through a thousand dangers faced in common, had become much attached to my per- son, at last made his appearance, clad in a leathern jacket and breeches, which had given him his name of “ Æneuerado.” * The brave and adventurous Indian was almost beside himself with joy at the idea of conducting into the forest the child whom he had known from his cradle. On his back he fastened a basket, containing our main stock of provisions, such as coffee, salt, pepper, dried maize, cakes, &c. Lucien's younger brother and sister had jumped out of bed, and were dancing all round us: the latter seemed somewhat sad and uneasy, but the former was dissatisfied, manfully asserting that he, too, was quite big enough to go with us. At the last moment my poor wife lost all her courage, and regretted she had ever given her consent; but when Lucien saw the tears which his departure had called forth, he became heroic in his self-denial, throwing aside his hat and stick. “Mother,” he cried, embracing her in his arms, ‘I will not go away, if it makes you cry.” “AI right, then; I will go instead,” said his brother Emile, who ran and picked up the stick and hat, and then walked towards the outer door, utterly disregarding his bedroom costume. “# No, no,” said my wife; “I will not be the means of depriving you of so much pleasure.” * Encuerado, in Spanish, means both naked and clud in leather. 6 INTRODUCTION. The kind mother again kissed her child, and commended him anew to our joint care. I led off my little companion ; but when we got into the court- yard, I had to exercise all my authority to make his younger brother give up the stick and hat he had taken possession of. When restitution was effected, the two children kissed each other, and parted friends. At last the outer gate was passed, and our footsteps rang through the quiet streets of Orizava. We were commencing the first stage of our journey, in pursuit of scientific discoveries. CHAPTER I. WHO WE ARE—GRINGALET—SUNRISE—THE SUGAR-CANE—A HALT. the convent of Saint Joseph de Grace chimed four A.M. just as we turned into the main street that leads out of the town. Sumichrast took the lead. Tall in stature, noble in mien, and broad-shouldered, he was, in spite of his blue eyes and fair hair, the perfect representative of moral and bodily strength. I was always in the habit of permitting him to lead the way, when, in any of our excursions, it was necessary to favourably impress the imagination of the Indians. He was distinguished as an orni- thologist, and was never so much at home as in the midst of the forests ; in fact, he often regretted that he had not been born an Indian. His gravity entirely devoid of sadness, his skill in § THE ADVENTURES OF shooting, and his silent laugh, often led me to compare him to Cooper’s “ Leather-Stocking ;” but it was “ Leather-Stocking” become a man of the world and of science. Next let me describe my son. Like all children, he was imitative, so had commenced very early to make a collection of insects, and this was sufficient to give him a precocious taste | tl FA \ for natural history ; but in his character he was earnest, reflective, and very eager for knowledge. Sumichrast took pleasure in the boy’s intelligence, and often amused himself by arguing with him ; from the flashes of childish humour which he would display on such occasions, my friend sometimes gave him the nickname of “Sunbeam.” Next to the child came l’Encuerado, an Indian of the Mistec race,—a strange mixture of delicacy, simplicity, kindness, can- A YOUNG NATURALIST. 9 dour, and obstinacy. In the interval that had elapsed since I first met him, twelve years before, in the Terre-Chaude, he had become my friend as much as my servant. He was never happy in a town, and was always praising wild life, even the inconveniences of the solitudes in which he had been born. # What a pity that it is so dark,” said Lucien, whom Sumichrast was leading by the hand. “ For what reason do you wish for daylight?” I asked. “Why? Because every one is asleep now, and none of my friends will see me pass with my sword, my gourd, and my game-pouch.” “So, you think that your travelling-costume would make your companions envious !—that’s not a kind feeling !? 10 THE ADVENTURES OF “No, father; I should like them to see me, certainly ; but I don’t want to give pain to any one.” We passed along the foot of Borrego, the mountain which has become so famous owing to the conflict which took place there between sixty French soldiers and two thousand Mexicans, and had just reached the gateway of Angostura, when a dog ran past, but soon returned, barking and fawning upon us in every way. It was Gringalet, an elegantly although strongly made greyhound, which had been a companion of my boy’s from infancy, l’Encuerado having brought it up “by hand” for his young master. Gringalet was an orphan from the time of his birth, and had found in the Indian a most attentive foster- parent. Three times a day he gave his adopted child milk through a piece of rag tied over the neck of a bottle. The dog had grown up by the side of its young master; many a time, doubtless, it had snatched from his hands the half-eaten cake, but such casualties had only a temporary check upon their mutual attachment. It manifested, therefore, a decided preference for three objects—Lucien, its nurse, and bottles in general. I was at first rather vexed that the poor beast should have taken upon itself the liberty of joining our expedition, so I tried to drive it back. Gringalet ran to take refuge by the side of Lucien ; with ears laid back, and one paw raised, and looked at me with such mild eyes, so full of supplication, that I could not find it in my heart to carry out my intention. Sumichrast and /Encuerado both interceded for the animal, which, crouching and wagging its tail, came and lay down humbly at my feet. Lucien, who was afraid I should behave harshly to his favourite, hid his face in his hands. I was van- quished. “Come along, then, and let us take Gringalet !” I said. So I caressed the dog, which, clearly seeing that it had gained its cause, bounded along the road with the most extravagant leaps, clearly indicative of its emotions of pleasure. In spite of all his efforts to keep them back, tears escaped from Lucien’s eyes, and Thad to turn my head away to avoid having to recall the promise he made to refrain from crying. But, nevertheless, although I A YOUNG NATURALIST. IT wished him to learn how to bear stoically any physical suffering, I had no desire to quench in him the evidences of a feeling heart —that potent source of our sweetest pleasure and our bitterest sorrow. The gates of the town were still closed. On arriving in front of the guard-house, I rapped at the window to awake the old man, the guardian of the keys of the town. “ Won'’t he open the gate for us? Shall we be obliged to go home again? Can't we start to-day, M. Sumichrast?” eagerly asked Lucien. “Keep quiet,” replied Sumichrast ; “the porter is an old man, and we are disturbing him earlier than we ought, which always puts him a little out of temper. However active we may be, it is a good thing to know ‘ how to wait.’” At last the doorkeeper made his appearance, the chains dropped one by one, the heavy gate turned on its hinges, and Lucien was the first to spring out into the open road. The sky was starless, the morning dew chilled our blood, and we felt that uncomfort- able feeling which, in the tropics, affects the traveller just at the period when night gives place to day. I led Lucien by the . hand, lest, in the dim light, he might fall He shivered with cold, but was unwilling to complain. I stepped on quickly in order that he might get warm. Perhaps, just at this moment, he regretted his little bed, and thought of the cup of warm chocolate which his mother often used to bring him as soon as he awoke ; but, unmurmuring, he retained his place by my side. Beyond the village of Ingenio, a brisk south wind blew the dust in our faces and retarded our speed. All round the trees bent before the squall, and the large plantain leaves flew about, torn into ribbons. We now turned to the right, and crossed a prairie. L’Encuerado required breath, for his load weighed at least eighty pounds, although, like Æsop's burden, it would surely get lighter at every meal. An enormous rock, which had tumbled down from one of the surrounding mountains centuries past, offered us a retreat, sheltered from the wind. At this moment, a line of purple, edging the eastern horizon, announced the dawn of day. 12 THE ADVENTURES OF ‘Come here,” I called to Lucien. And taking the lad between my knees, I said— “You see that bright band of light which looks almost as if the horizon was on fire? Well, from the middle of it the sun is Just going to rise. At this very moment, in Europe, it is almost noon-day ; but, as recompense, they will have dark night when it is three o’clock in the afternoon here, and we shall be pushing along, overwhelmed with the heat of an almost vertical sun. The red line is now getting wider and paler; more like a golden mist. But turn round and look at the mountain-tops.” The child uttered a half-surprised cry ; although we were in comparative obscurity, the ridges of the Cordilleras seemed all on fire. “Do you understand that phenomenon?” asked Sumichrast. “Yes; for I know the earth is round, and these mountains, which are higher than we are, of course first catch the rays of the sun.” The day broke, and a burning glow suffused the horizon; in a few minutes the sun rose and inundated us with light. The birds began to chant their morning song, and the eagles, careering from every mountain-top, soared above our heads. The sun- beams twinkled through the dewdrops, and the grass of the prairie seemed decked with diamonds. Black vultures, which soared even higher than the eagles and kites, traced out in the blue sky the immense curves of their majestic flight. On every bush insects spread their gauzy wings; perhaps they felt that not a minute should be lost by beings whose birth, life. and death are all comprised in one single day. “Oh!” cried Lucien, “as soon as we get home I shall tell mamma how beautiful is sunrise! Is it not a shame that so many of us sleep through the hour when this lovely prospect can only be enjoyed?” I was obliged to eut short the little fellow’s admiration-—an admiration I also shared. Each resumed his load; and now, in spite of the wind, we all felt eager to advance. Gringalet, as glad as we were at the return of day, frisked round Lucien, bark- ing, Jumping over ditches, and rolling in the dust in his wild through a plantation.” —Page 13. ‘We were just then passin A YOUNG NATURALIST. 13 gambols. Our young companion began imitating his frolics ; but I soon called him to order, for our day’s journey was to be as much as six to seven leagues, and it was necessary to prevent Lucien fatiguing himself unnecessarily. “You always go either too quickly or too slowly,” said Sumi- chrast to the boy; “travellers, like soldiers, must walk at a regular pace, so as to reach their halting-place without more than necessary fatigue. Come—form in line! That's well; now, on we go!” Lucien measured his steps by those of his instructor. It was most amusing to see him trying to keep a pace quite at variance with the length of his short legs. “ Halt!” cried Sumichrast ; “you can hardly imagine your legs are as long as mine. Perhaps in about ten years’ time you may enjoy that privilege; but, in the meantime, walk naturally— without either effort or hurry. One, two, three !—now you are perfect. Keep on without noticing me; you can’t walk at my pace, so I must take to yours.” As our journey was to extend to the distance of three hundred leagues, it was quite requisite that the boy should accustom him- self to a regular step. After several attempts this was accom- plished, and all progressed together. We now directed our course towards the heights. Our inten- tion was to make our way into the Cordillera, and, passing round the volcano of Orizava, to descend into the savannahs beyond, slanting off to the left so as ultimately to reach the sea. Then we thought of traversing the prairies and forests of the Terre- Chaude, so as again to come to our starting-point through the mountains of Songolica. This circuit would represent a journey of a hundred and fifty leagues as the crow flies, or at least three hundred leagues, reckoning all the circuits and bends we should be obliged to make. During this long expedition, we had made up our minds to seek, when opportunity offered, the hospitality of any Indian villages that might come in our road, and only when absolutely necessary to camp in the open air. About eleven, the heat became overpowering, and Lucien began to inquire about breakfast. We were just then passing through ; 14 THE ADVENTURES OF a plantation, I might almost say a forest, of sugar-canes. The stems of the plants were either of a yellowish hue or veined with blue, and were more than six feet high. The latter kind will ultimately supersede its rival; for the cultivators assert that, although not so large, it affords a much more certain crop. L’Encuerado, seizing his machete (a straight and short cutlass, indispensable to the inhabitants of the Terre-Chaude), cut down a magnificent stem, and peeling it, offered each of us a piece. The sugar-cane is extremely hard, and it is necessary to cut it up in order to break the cellules in which the sweet juice is con- tained. My companions set to work to chew the pith of the valuable plant; and even Gringalet seemed to be just as fond of it as they were. Not far from the cane-field, some Indians were working on a new plantation. The ground was covered with ashes. The foreman explained to us, that when the canes are cut down, the first thing is to pull off the long leaves, which are left on the ground. In eight days this rubbish is dried by the tropical sun ; they then set them on fire, and the ashes which result serve as manure. Five or six Aztecs were cultivating this apparently sterile ground by means of a primitive kind of plough, made of a mere stake attached to circular discs of wood forming spokeless wheels ; it was drawn by two oxen yoked together. Sumichrast took Lucien by the hand. “In future,” said he, “when you crunch a lump of sugar, you shall know something of the manufacture of what you are eating. The sugar-cane is called in Latin Succharwm officinale, that is, ‘druggist’s sugar, because the product of this plant was so rare, that it was sold only at the druggists’ shops. The plant itself is said to be a native of India, and is, as you see, a tuft of vegetation, from which spring six to twenty tall stalks, with joints varying, both in number and in distance, from each other. The most esteemed variety, the Tahiti cane, is striped with violet. The specimen you are looking at is one of the most remarkable as regards size, for it must be nearly thirteen feet high.” “It is like a stalk of maize,” said the boy. A YOUNG NATURALIST. 15 “That’s true, except that maize has only one stem. Look, there’s an Indian about to cut down the very plant I was show- ing you; he has severed it through obliquely at a single blow, as near the ground as possible. Now he is stripping off the leaves, and with another blow of his weapon lops away the green top, which is used for fodder. Next, he cuts it in lengths, taking care to sever it between the knots, as they are required for plant- ing new ground.” “ Planting,” repeated Lucien ; “the knots are not seed?” “ No, Master ‘Sunbeam ;’ the seed of the sugar-cane comes to maturity too slowly. It takes four years to produce a plant from it which is profitable. Now, as young fellows of your kind are rather numerous, and consume a good many preserves and sugar-plums, it is highly necessary to devise some rapid method of supplying the sugar you devour. This method has been found out. Each of these pieces of cane will be stuck into the earth, and the knot, from which in the open air the leaves spring, will send down roots into the soil. Small as it is, it will grow vigorously ; and in a year, or eighteen months at most, it will have produced a dozen stalks quite as fine as the one you have been looking at.” During this long explanation |’Encuerado, who, on account of his load, disliked standing still, had kept moving, so we had to increase our pace to catch him up. As we were passing on, Lucien saw the Indians planting the very pieces of cane he had just observed cut up. Ere long we came upon a fresh plantation, in which the tender shoots, almost like grass, appeared over the ground. Sumichrast dug a little hole round one of the plants, and showed to his wondering pupil that the fragment of the stem was already provided with small rootlets. Suddenly, at the turn of a path, I was saluted by a man on horseback. It was the steward of the estate that we were crossing. “ Hollow! Don Luciano, where are you off to with all that train?” cried the new-comer. “To visit the forest of the Cordillera,” I replied. 16 THE ADVENTURES OF “May you travel safely! but is the young gentleman going with you?” “Yes, to be sure. Good-bye, Antonio, till we meet again!” “Till we meet again? By my word, you shall not say that just yet. The goodwife has some eggs and fried beans ready for breakfast ; and I ought to have some bottles of Spanish wine, in which we’ll drink to your pleasant journey, unless you’re too proud to accept the hospitality of a poor man.” Being very hungry, with pleasure we accepted this cordial invitation. The steward further insisted upon taking our little traveller up in front of him. The child was only too pleased. “Oh, dear!” said Sumichrast ; “why, it’s spoiling the boy at the outset.” “It will be half a league the less for his poor legs,” said Antonio. And spurring his horse, he galloped off with Lucien to get our breakfast ready. Gringalet was in consternation at his young master’s departure. Raising his intelligent face, he seemed as if he wished to question us, and pricked up his ears as if to listen to the sound of the 4 YOUNG NATURALIST. 17 horse’s feet dying away in the distance. At last he raised a plaintive howl, and started off in pursuit. Surprised at not seeing l’Encuerado, I turned back, fancying he had remained behind. I was expecting to see him appear, when Sumichrast burst out laughing. At a turn of the road he had caught a sight of the horseman, with the dog on one side and the Indian on the other, who, in spite of his load, kept up without difficulty. This feat on the part of my servant did not much surprise me, for I do not think that in the whole world there are any more indefatigable runners than the Mistec Indians. At twelve o'clock, just as the bell was calling home the labourers, I entered the courtyard of the sugar-mill, where I caught sight of my youngster sitting on the ground, with his dog at his feet, looking with rapture at some ducks that were enjoying themselves in a muddy pool. CHAPTER II. SUGAR—GRINGALET IN THE MOLASSES TANK —L'ENCUERADO’S OBSTINATE IDEA—AN INDIAN SUPPER. ©\"(9 wine spoken of by our host. The Indian labourers, with their wives and children, assembled in inquisitive groups round the windows of the dwelling. Lucien certainly carried the day, for he it was that they chiefly sought to see. As for Gringalet, he was much less cordially received by his brother- dogs belonging to the place; consequently, he scarcely left his young master’s side, and showed his teeth incessantly. Sumichrast wishing, before we set out again, to explain to his pupil how sugar was made, took him to the mill, situated in a wide rotunda. Here two upright wooden cylinders, fitting close to one another, revolved on a pivot set in action by means of two & HE breakfast was a cheerful one, thanks to the Spanish ADVENTURES OF A YOUNG NATURALIST. 19 oxen yoked together, crushing the canes which an Aztec* was introducing between them. The machine groaned, and seemed almost ready to fall to pieces under the impetus of the power- ful animals, which were urged on both by voice and gesture. Lucien remarked that the canes were cut in lengths of about a yard, and bevelled off at the ends, so as to be more readily caught between the two cylinders. After having been subjected to this heavy pressure, they came out squeezed almost dry, and the sweet juice, or syrup, flowed down into a large trough hollowed out of the trunk of a tree. As soon as this receptacle was full of juice, an enormous valve was opened, and the turbid, muddy-looking liquid flowed along a trench, and emptied into a brick reservoir. On its way it passed through the meshes of a coarse bag, and was thus roughly filtered ; it was then conveyed into immense coppers placed over a hot furnace. The fragments of crushed cane, having been rapidly dried in the sun, were used to feed the fire which boiled the juice so lately squeezed out of them. Near the aloe-fibre filtering bag, in front of which the morsels of cane and rubbish constantly accumulated, stood a little boy about twelve years old, whose duty it was to keep the passage clear. Lucien pulled my coat, to call my attention to the fact that the lad had only one arm. “‘ How did you lose your left arm, pobricito?” I asked. “ Between the crushers, senor.” “Was it your own fault ?” “ Alas! yes. My father looked after the machine, and I helped him to drive the oxen; and he had forbidden my going near the cylinders. One day he went away for a few minutes, and I tried to put a piece of cane between the rollers; but my finger caught, and my arm was drawn in and crushed.” * Two grotesque little phenomenons were once shown in London and Paris as specimens of the Aztec race. When I speak of Aztecs, my young readers may perhaps think I allude to these dwarfs. I will therefore state, once for all, that this name is intended to apply only to the Indians, the descendants of the fine race over whom Montezuma was emperor when Cortez conquered them. By Mexicans or Creoles, we mean the descendants of the Spanish race, 20 THE ADVENTURES OF ‘Tt was a terrible punishment for your disobedience,” I said. “More terrible than you think, senor. My father died six months ago, and I have several little brothers. If I had both my arms, I could earn a quarter of a piastre a day, and also help my mother.” “How much do they give you for watching this filtering-bag from morning till night?” “Only a medio,” * he answered. I looked hard at Lucien, who threw himself into my arms. “Oh! I will always obey you,” he cried, with emotion; “ but do allow me to give all the money in my purse to this little boy.” “Give him a piastre, my boy; we shall meet with others in want, and you must reserve something for them.” “Oh! young gentlemen,” said the poor mutilated lad, looking with wonder at the coin which represented sixteen days’ work, “we will all pray for you!” And he hurried to clear out the bag, which was already too full. The process adopted in the sugar-mill we speak of was of most primitive simplicity. The European manufacturers employ iron cylinders turned by steam or water power; also lift and force pumps, which quickly convey the sap into the basins in which it is to be clarified by fermentation. But for comprehending easily all the operations required in the extraction of sugar, Antonio’s hacienda, in which everything was done before our eyes, was much preferable to any of the modern mills provided with all kinds of improved apparatus. When our young traveller saw the thick, muddy, and turbid liquid, which was being stirred up by a gigantic “agitator,” he could hardly believe that it could ever produce the beautiful white crystal with which he was so well acquainted. “But where’s the sugar?” he eagerly asked. “There, in front of you,” replied Sumichrast. “The sugar- cane, like all other vegetables, contains a certain quantity of liquid, in which the sugar is held in a state of solution; if this * About threepence. A YOUNG NATURALIST. 21 is removed, prismatic crystals immediately form. Look now! the contents of the copper are just beginning to boil, and are covered with a blackish scum, which is carefully skimmed off ; for, in three or four days, when it has fermented, it will produce, hy means of distillation, the ardent spirit which l’Encuerado is so fond of. The cloud of steam which is rising above the copper shows that the juice is evaporating ; in a few minutes more it will be converted into syrup, and will ultimately form crystals. Come and see the result of the last operation.” We entered a large gallery, in which a number of moulds— made of baked earth and shaped like reversed sugar-loaves—were ranged in lines under the beams, like bottles in a bottle-rack. Into these, which had been previously moistened, some labourers were pouring the boiling syrup. A little further on we were shown what had been boiled the day before, and was crystallis- ing, assisted in the process by an Indian, who stirred it slowly. From a trough, open at the lower end, a thick liquid was flowing, called “molasses,” or treacle, which is used for making rum, gin- gerbread, and for other purposes. The lowest part of the sugar- loaf seemed, also, to be yellow and sticky. Passing through a dark passage, Lucien noticed two half-naked labourers, who were moistening clay and converting it into a kind of dough. “What a nasty mess!” he cried, with a self-satisfied tone. “What would mamma say, if she was here? It was only the other day she gave my brother and sister a good scolding.” “What was it for?” I asked. “For mixing up mud to build a town and reservoir in the long passage in our house.” “What part did you take in it?” “Oh, I was architect ; but I was scolded as much as the others.” “That I can readily believe,” replied Sumichrast, who could hardly keep his gravity ; “but come, let us follow these labourers, and you will soon see that they are not mixing up this mud for mere pleasure.” To his great surprise, our little traveller saw them filling up, 22 THE ADVENTURES OF with a dark-coloured liquid, the empty part of the moulds, from which the molasses had drained away. “They are spoiling the sugar-loaves,” he cried. “Quite the contrary ; they are going to whiten it. The water that is contained in the clay will filter gradually through the sugar, and will drive before it the molasses that is left round the crystals ; and this operation several times repeated will produce that spongy kind of sugar which is well known to retain a flavour of the cane, rather disliked by Europeans accustomed to the finer products of their refineries.” The only department we now had to visit was the “drying- room,” where the sugar-loaves are piled up to dry, and wait for a purchaser. In our way thither we nearly fell into an immense reservoir, level with the surface of the ground, and full of molasses ; the scum floating on the top so exactly resembled the rough and sticky floor of the sugar-mill that it was easy to make a mistake. Gringalet was unfortunate enough to be the cause of our avoiding this accident. Restless, like all his kind, he ran smelling about in every direction, just as if he was trying to find some lost object : forcing his way between our legs, to get in front of us, he suddenly disappeared in the thick liquid. I pulled him out directly ; but as soon as he was on his feet, he rolled over and over on the ground, so that when he stood up, his coat was brist- ling with pieces of straw and wood ; in fact, he scarcely looked like a dog at all. I called him towards the pond outside, but the poor brute was quite blind and confused, and did not seem to hear. Asa matter of course, all the labourers raised shouts of laughter ; but poor Lucien, fancying that his dog was going to die, followed him in despair. Gringalet, no doubt wishing to comfort his young master, leapt upon him and covered him with caresses, and of course with sacharine matter, in which he so lately had a bath. As it was too late for any other course, I made up my mind to laugh, like every one else. Whilst l'Encuerado was washing the dog, our hostess cleaned the boy’s clothes, soon after which we resumed our journey. Don Antonio, like a real Mexican, pitied us for having to travel A YOUNG NATURALIST, 23 on foot like Indians ; he especially commiserated our young com- panion, and thought, indeed, that we were very cruel. “He must learn to use his legs; that’s the reason why God gave them to him,” said Sumichrast, who delighted in an argu- ment with the steward. “ What good are horses, then ?” “To break your neck. Besides, there are plenty of infirmities in life without making one out of the horse.” “The horse an infirmity!” cried the Mexican. “Yes, certainly,—among your caste at least ; for you could no more do without a horse than a cripple without his crutch.” Don Antonio whistled without making any reply, and, untying his horse, took Lucien up in front, and accompanied us for more than a league. At last, as his duties called him home, he shook us by the hand, and turned back. Even after we had lost sight of him, we could still hear him wishing us a pleasant journey. We had to cross a wide prairie; the heat was suffocating, and we marched on side by side in dead silence. Lucien’s walking was much hindered by his game-pouch and gourd, which, in spite of all his efforts, would work round in front of him. I soon noticed that he had got rid of the troublesome gear. “ Holloa!” I cried, ‘what have you done with your pro- visions ?” “ L’Encuerado wished to carry them for me.” “T’Encuerado’s load is quite heavy enough now, and you must get accustomed to your own. In a few days you won’t feel it. Habit makes many things easy which at first seem im- possible.” “Senor,” said l’Encuerado, “Chanito (this was the name he gave to Lucien) is tired, and this is his first journey; I'll give him back all his things to-morrow.” “Tt will be much better for him to get accustomed to them now. Give him back his baggage, it is not too heavy for him ; if you don’t, you will be the one to be scolded.” The Indian grumbled before he obeyed ; then, taking the boy by the hand, dropped behind, muttering to him— 24 THE ADVENTURES OF “When you don’t want to walk any more, Chanito, you must tell me, and you shall ride on the top of my pack.” “No,” said I, turning round; “if you do anything of the kind, I will send both of you home.” “My shoulders are my own,” replied the Indian, earnestly ; surely I have a right to employ them as I choose.” Sumichrast burst out laughing at this logic, and I was obliged to go on in front or I should have done the same. Nevertheless, I feared lest Lucien should learn, on the very first day of his journey, to depend too much on l’Encuerado’s kindness. I was, therefore, pleased to hear him refuse several times the Indian’s offer of putting him up on his pack, an idea which the faithful fellow persisted in with an obstinacy which I had long known him to possess.