the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (47 page)

"After ten days or more of this I was worn out by loss of sleep
.
And one night, when tired out with watching, I fell asleep
.
My gun-bearer was alone in the tent with me
.
A terrible roar awakened me, then an unearthly scream pierced right into my ears
.
I always slept with my rifle in my hands, and, grasping it, I tried to rise
.
But I could not for the reason that a lion was standing over me
.
Then I lay still
.
The screams of my gun-bearer told me that the lion had him
.
I was fond of this fellow and wanted to save him
.
I thought it best, however, not to move while the lion stood over me
.
Suddenly he stepped, and I felt poor Luki's feet dragging across me
.
He screamed, 'Save me, master!'And instinctively I grasped at him and caught his foot
.
The lion walked out of the tent dragging me as I held to Luki's foot
.
The night was bright moonlight
.
I could see the lion distinctly
.
He was a huge, black-maned brute, and he held Luki by the shoulder
.
The poor lad kept screaming frightfully
.
The man-eater must have dragged me forty yards before he became aware of a double incumbrance to his progress
.
Then he halted and turned
.
By Jove! he made a devilish fierce object with his shaggy, massive head, his green-fire eyes, and his huge jaws holding Luki
.
I let go of Luki's foot and bethought myself of the gun
.
But as I lay there on my side, before attempting to rise, I made a horrible discovery
.
I did not have my rifle at all
.
I had Luki's iron spear, which he always had near him
.
My rifle had slipped out of the hollow of my arm, and when the lion awakened me, in my confusion I picked up Luki's spear instead
.
The bloody brute dropped Luki and uttered a roar that shook the ground
.
It was then I felt frightened
.
For an instant I was almost paralyzed
.
The lion meant to charge, and in one spring he could reach me
.
Under circumstances like those a man can think many things in little time
.
I knew to try to run would be fatal
.
I remembered how strangely lions had been known to act upon occasion
.
One had been frightened by an umbrella; one had been frightened by a blast from a cow-horn; another had been frightened by a native who in running from one lion ran right at the other which he had not seen
.
Accordingly, I wondered if I could frighten the lion that meant to leap at me
.
Acting upon wild impulse, I prodded him in the hind quarters with the spear
.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a blooming idiot if that lion did not cower like a whipped dog, put his tail down, and begin to slink away
.
Quick to see my chance, I jumped up yelling, and made after him, prodding him again
.
He let out a bellow such as you could imagine would come from an outraged king of beasts
.
I prodded again, and then he loped off
.
I found Luki not badly hurt
.
In fact, he got well
.
But I've never forgotten that scare
.
"

When Castleton finished his narrative there was a trenchant silence
.
All eyes were upon Monty
.
He looked beaten, disgraced, a disgusted man
.
Yet there shone from his face a wonderful admiration for Castleton
.

"Dook, you win!" he said; and, dropping his head, he left the camp-fire circle with the manner of a deposed emperor
.

Then the cowboys exploded
.
The quiet, serene, low-voiced Nels yelled like a madman and he stood upon his head
.
All the other cowboys went through marvelous contortions
.
Mere noise was insufficient to relieve their joy at what they considered the fall and humiliation of the tyrant Monty
.

The Englishman stood there and watched then in amused consternation
.
They baffled his understanding
.
Plain it was to Madeline and her friends that Castleton had told the simple truth
.
But never on the earth, or anywhere else, could Nels and his comrades have been persuaded that Castleton had not lied deliberately to humble their great exponent of Ananias
.

Everybody seemed reluctant to break the camp-fire spell
.
The logs had burned out to a great heap of opal and gold and red coals, in the heart of which quivered a glow alluring to the spirit of dreams
.
As the blaze subsided the shadows of the pines encroached darker and darker upon the circle of fading light
.
A cool wind fanned the embers, whipped up flakes of white ashes, and moaned through the trees
.
The wild yelps of coyotes were dying in the distance, and the sky was a wonderful dark-blue dome spangled with white stars
.

"What a perfect night!" said Madeline
.
"This
.
is a night to understand the dream, the mystery, the wonder of the Southwest
.
Florence, for long you have promised to tell us the story of the lost mine of the padres
.
It will give us all pleasure, make us understand something of the thrall in which this land held the Spaniards who discovered it so many years ago
.
It will be especially interesting now, because this mountain hides somewhere under its crags the treasures of the lost mine of the padres
.
"

***

'In the sixteenth century," Florence began, in her soft, slow voice so suited to the nature of the legend, "a poor young padre of New Spain was shepherding his goats upon a hill when the Virgin appeared before him
.
He prostrated himself at her feet, and when he looked up she was gone
.
But upon the maguey plant near where she had stood there were golden ashes of a strange and wonderful substance
.
He took the incident as a good omen and went again to the hilltop
.
Under the maguey had sprung up slender stalks of white, bearing delicate gold flowers, and as these flowers waved in the wind a fine golden dust, as fine as powdered ashes, blew away toward the north
.
Padre Juan was mystified, but believed that great fortune attended upon him and his poor people
.
So he went again and again to the hilltop in hope that the Virgin would appear to him
.

"One morning, as the sun rose gloriously, he looked across the windy hill toward the waving grass arid golden flowers under the maguey, and he saw the Virgin beckoning to him
.
Again he fell upon his knees; but she lifted him and gave him of the golden flowers, and bade him leave his home and people to follow where these blowing golden ashes led
.
There he would find gold-pure gold-wonderful fortune to bring back to his poor people to build a church for them, and a city
.

"Padre Juan took the flowers and left his home, promising to return, and he traveled northward over the hot and dusty desert, through the mountain passes, to a new country where fierce and warlike Indians menaced his life
.
He was gentle and good, and of a persuasive speech
.
Moreover, he was young and handsome of person
.
The Indians were Apaches, and among them he became a missionary, while always he was searching for the flowers of gold
.
He heard of gold lying in pebbles upon the mountain slopes, but he never found any
.
A few of the Apaches he converted; the most of them, however, were prone to be hostile to him and his religion
.
But Padre Juan prayed and worked on
.

"There came a time when the old Apache chief, imagining the padre had designs upon his influence with the tribe, sought to put him to death by fire
.
The chief's daughter, a beautiful, dark-eyed maiden, secretly loved Juan and believed in his mission, and she interceded for his life and saved him
.
Juan fell in love with her
.
One day she came to him wearing golden flowers in her dark hair, and as the wind blew the flowers a golden dust blew upon it
.
Juan asked her where to find such flowers, and she told him that upon a certain day she would take him to the mountain to look for them
.
And upon the day she led up to the mountain-top from which they could see beautiful valleys and great trees and cool waters
.
There at the top of a wonderful slope that looked down upon the world, she showed Juan the flowers
.
And Juan found gold in such abundance that he thought he would go out of his mind
.
Dust of gold!Grains of gold!Pebbles of gold!Rocks of gold!He was rich beyond all dreams
.
He remembered the Virgin and her words
.
He must return to his people and build their church, and the great city that would bear his name
.

"But Juan tarried
.
Always he was going manana
.
He loved the dark-eyed Apache girl so well that he could not leave her
.
He hated himself for his infidelity to his Virgin, to his people
.
He was weak and false, a sinner
.
But he could not go, and he gave himself up to love of the Indian maiden
.

"The old Apache chief discovered the secret love of his daughter and the padre
.
And, fierce in his anger, he took her up into the mountains and burned her alive and cast her ashes upon the wind
.
He did not kill Padre Juan
.
He was too wise, and perhaps too cruel, for he saw the strength of Juan's love
.
Besides, many of his tribe had learned much from the Spaniard
.

"Padre Juan fell into despair
.
He had no desire to live
.
He faded and wasted away
.
But before he died he went to the old Indians who had burned the maiden, and he begged them, when he was dead, to burn his body and to cast his ashes to the wind from that wonderful slope, where they would blow away to mingle forever with those of his Indian sweetheart
.

"The Indians promised, and when Padre Juan died they burned his body and took his ashes to the mountain heights and cast them to the wind, where they drifted and fell to mix with the ashes of the Indian girl he had loved
.

"Years passed
.
More padres traveled across the desert to the home of the Apaches, and they heard the story of Juan
.
Among their number was a padre who in his youth had been one of Juan's people
.
He set forth to find Juan's grave, where he believed he would also find the gold
.
And he came back with pebbles of gold and flowers that shed a golden dust, and he told a wonderful story
.
He had climbed and climbed into the mountains, and he had come to a wonderful slope under the crags
.
That slope was yellow with golden flowers
.
When he touched them golden ashes drifted from them and blew down among the rocks
.
There the padre found dust of gold, grains of gold, pebbles of gold, rocks of gold
.

"Then all the padres went into the mountains
.
But the discoverer of the mine lost his way
.
They searched and searched until they were old and gray, but never found the wonderful slope and flowers that marked the grave and the mine of Padre Juan
.

"In the succeeding years the story was handed down from father to son
.
But of the many who hunted for the lost mine of the padres there was never a Mexican or an Apache
.
For the Apache the mountain slopes were haunted by the spirit of an Indian maiden who had been false to her tribe and forever accursed
.
For the Mexican the mountain slopes were haunted by the spirit of the false padre who rolled stones upon the heads of those adventurers who sought to find his grave and his accursed gold
.
"