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CHAPTER II - THE HACIENDA
"What are those?" said Emma presently, pointing to some animals that
were half hidden by a clump of wild bananas. I looked and saw that
they were two of the mules which the brigands had cut loose from the
diligence. There could be no mistake about this, for the harness still
hung to them.
"Can you ride?" I asked.
She nodded her head. Then we set to work. Having caught the mules
without difficulty, I took off their superfluous harness and put her
on the back of one of them, mounting the other myself. There was no
time to lose, and we both of us knew it. Just as we were starting I
heard a voice behind me calling "senor." Drawing the pistol from my
pocket, I swung round to find myself confronted by a Mexican.
"No shoot, senor," he said in broken English, for this man had served
upon an American ship, "Me driver, Antonio. My mate go down there,"
and he pointed to the precipice; "he dead, me not hurt. You run from
bad men, me run too, for presently they come look. Where you go?"
"To Mexico," I answered.
"No get Mexico, senor; bad men watch road and kill you with /machete/
so," and he made a sweep with his knife, adding "they not want you
live tell soldiers."
"Listen," said Emma. "Do you know the /hacienda/, Concepcion, by the
town of San Jose?"
"Yes, senora, know it well, the /hacienda/ of Senor Gomez; bring you
there to-morrow."
"Then show the way," I said, and we started towards the hills.
All that day we travelled over mountains as fast as the mules could
carry us, Antonio trotting by our side. At sundown, having seen
nothing more of the brigands, who, I suppose, took it for granted that
we were dead or were too idle to follow us far, we reached an Indian
hut, where we contrived to buy some wretched food consisting of black
/frijole/ beans and /tortilla/ cakes. That night we slept in a kind of
hovel made of open poles with a roof of faggots through which the
water dropped on us, for it rained persistently for several hours. To
be more accurate, Emma slept, for my nerves were too shattered by the
recollection of our adventure with the brigands to allow me to close
my eyes.
I could not rid my mind of the vision of that coach, broken like an
eggshell, and of those shattered shapes within it that this very
morning had been men full of life and plans, but who to-night were--
what? Nor was it easy to forget that but for the merest chance I might
have been one of their company wherever it was gathered now. To a man
with a constitutional objection to every form of violence, and, at any
rate in those days, no desire to search out the secrets of Death
before his time, the thought was horrible.
Leaving the shelter at dawn I found Antonio and the Indian who owned
the hut conversing together in the reeking mist with their /serapes/
thrown across their mouths, which few Mexicans leave uncovered until
after the sun is up. Inflammation of the lungs is the disease they
dread more than any other, and the thin night air engenders it.
"What is it, Antonio?" I asked. "Are the brigands after us?"
"No, senor, hope brigands not come now. This senor say much sick San
Jose."
I answered that I was very sorry to hear it, but that I meant to go
on; indeed, I think that it was only terror of the brigands coupled
with the promise of a considerable reward which persuaded him to do
so, though, owing to my ignorance of Spanish and his very slight
knowledge of English, precisely what he feared I could not discover.
In the end we started, and towards evening Antonio pointed out to us
the /hacienda/ of Concepcion, a large white building standing on a
hill which overshadowed San Jose, a straggling little place, half-
town, half-village, with a population of about 3,000 inhabitants.
Just as, riding along the rough cobble-paved road, we reached the
entrance to the town, I heard shouts, and, turning, saw two mounted
men with rifles in their hands apparently calling to us to come back.
Taking it for granted that these were the brigands following us up,
although, as I afterwards discovered, they were in fact /rurales/ or
cavalry-police, despite the remonstrances of Antonio I urged the jaded
mules forward at a gallop. Thereupon the /rurales/, who had pulled up
at a spot marked by a white stone, turned and rode away.
We were now passing down the central street of the town, which I
noticed seemed very deserted. As we drew near to the /plaza/ or market
square we met a cart drawn by two mules and led by a man who had a
/serape/ wrapped about his nose and mouth as though it were still the
hour before the dawn. Over the contents of this cart a black cloth was
thrown, beneath which were outlined shapes that suggested--but, no, it
could not be. Only why did Antonio cross himself and mutter /Muerte!/
or some such word?
Now we were in the /plaza/. This /plaza/, where in happier times the
band would play, for all Mexicans are musical, and the population of
San Jose was wont to traffic in the day and enjoy itself at night, was
bordered by an arched colonnade. In its centre stood a basin of water
flowing from a stone fountain of quaint and charming design.
"Look at all those people sleeping," said Emma, as we passed five or
six forms that, very small and quiet, lay each under a blanket beneath
one of the arches. "Why, there are a lot more just lying down over
there. What funny folk to go to bed in public in the afternoon," and
she pointed to a number of men, women and children who seemed to be
getting up, throwing themselves down and turning round and round upon
mattresses and beds of leaves in the shadow of the arcade which we
approached.
Presently we were within three paces of this arcade, and as we rode up
an aged hag drew a blanket from one of the prostrate forms, revealing
a young woman, over whom she proceeded to pour water that she had
drawn from a fountain. One glance was enough for me. The poor
creature's face was shapeless with confluent smallpox, and her body a
sight which I will not describe. I, who was a doctor, could not be
mistaken, although, as it chanced, I had never seen a case of smallpox
before. The truth is that, although I have no fear of any other human
ailment, smallpox has always terrified me.
For this I am not to blame. The fear is a part of my nature, instilled
into it doubtless by the shock which my mother received before my
birth when she learned that her husband had been attacked by this
horrible sickness. So great and vivid was my dread that I refused a
very good appointment at a smallpox hospital, and, although I had
several opportunities of attending these cases, I declined to
undertake them, and on this account suffered somewhat in reputation
among those who knew the facts. Indeed, my natural abhorrence went
even further, as, to this day, it is only with something of an effort
that I can bring myself to inspect the vesicles caused by vaccination.
Whether this is because of their similarity to those of smallpox, or
owing to the natural association which exists between them, I cannot
tell. That it is real enough, however, may be judged by the fact that,
terrified as I was at smallpox, and convinced as I have always been of
the prophylactic power of vaccination, I could never force myself--
until an occasion to be told of--to submit to it. In infancy, no
doubt, I was vaccinated, for the operation has left a small and very
faint cicatrix on my arm, but infantile vaccination, if unrepeated, is
but a feeble protection in later life.
Unconsciously I pulled upon the bridle, and the tired mule stopped.
"Malignant smallpox!" I muttered, "and that fool is trying to treat it
with cold water!"[*]
[*] Readers of Prescott may remember that when this terrible disease
was first introduced by a negro slave of Navaez, and killed out
millions of the population of Mexico, the unfortunate Aztecs tried
to treat it with cold water. Oddly enough, when, some years ago,
the writer was travelling in a part of Mexico where smallpox was
prevalent, it came to his notice that this system is still
followed among the Indians, as they allege, with good results.
The old woman looked up and saw me. "Si, Senor Inglese," she said with
a ghastly smile, "/viruela, viruela!/" and she went on gabbling
something which I could not understand.
"She say," broke in Antonio, "nearly quarter people dead and plenty
sick."
"For Heaven's sake, let us get out of this," I said to Emma, who,
seated on the other mule, was staring horror-struck at the sight.
"Oh!" she said, "you are a doctor; can't you help the poor things?"
"What! and leave you to shift for yourself?"
"Never mind me, Dr. Therne. I can go on to the /hacienda/, or if you
like I will stay too; I am not afraid, I was revaccinated last year."
"Don't be foolish," I answered roughly. "I could not dream of exposing
you to such risks, also it is impossible for me to do any good here
alone and without medicines. Come on at once," and seizing her mule by
the bridle I led it along the road that ran through the town towards
the /hacienda/ on the height above.
Ten minutes later we were riding in the great courtyard. The place
seemed strangely lifeless and silent; indeed, the plaintive mewing of
a cat was the only sound to be heard. Presently, however, a dog
appeared out of an open doorway. It was a large animal of the mastiff
breed, such as might have been expected to bark and become aggressive
to strangers. But this it did not do; indeed, it ran forward and
greeted us affectionately. We dismounted and knocked at the double
door, but no one answered. Finally we entered, and the truth became
clear to us--the /hacienda/ was deserted. A little burial ground
attached to the chapel told us why, for in it were several freshly-
made graves, evidently of /peons/ or other servants, and in an
enclosure, where lay interred some departed members of the Gomez
family, another unsodded mound. We discovered afterwards that it was
that of the Senor Gomez, Emma's uncle by marriage.
"The footsteps of smallpox," I said, pointing to the graves; "we must
go on."
Emma was too overcome to object, for she believed that it was her aunt
who slept beneath that mound, so once more we mounted the weary mules.
But we did not get far. Within half a mile of the /hacienda/ we were
met by two armed /rurales/, who told us plainly that if we attempted
to go further they would shoot.
Then we understood. We had penetrated a smallpox cordon, and must stop
in it until forty days after the last traces of the disease had
vanished. This, in a wild part of Mexico, where at that time
vaccination was but little practised and medical assistance almost
entirely lacking, would not be until half or more of the unprotected
population was dead and many of the remainder were blinded, deafened
or disfigured.
Back we crept to the deserted /hacienda/, and there in this hideous
nest of smallpox we took up our quarters, choosing out of the many in
the great pile sleeping rooms that had evidently not been used for
months or years. Food we did not lack, for sheep and goats were
straying about untended, while in the garden we found fruit and
vegetables in plenty, and in the pantries flour and other stores.
At first Emma was dazed and crushed by fatigue and emotion, but she
recovered her spirits after a night's sleep and on learning from
Antonio, who was told it by some /peon/, that it was not her aunt that
the smallpox had killed, but her uncle by marriage, whom she had never
seen. Having no fear of the disease, indeed, she became quite resigned
and calm, for the strangeness and novelty of the position absorbed and
interested her. Also, to my alarm, it excited her philanthropic
instincts, her great idea being to turn the /hacienda/ into a
convalescent smallpox hospital, of which she was to be the nurse and I
the doctor. Indeed she refused to abandon this mad scheme until I
pointed out that in the event of any of our patients dying, most
probably we should both be murdered for wizards with the evil eye. As
a matter of fact, without medicine or assistance we could have done
little or nothing.
Oh, what a pestilence was that of which for three weeks or so we were
the daily witnesses, for from the flat roof of the /hacienda/ we could
see straight on to the /plaza/ of the little town. And when at night
we could not see, still we could hear the wails of the dying and
bereaved, the eternal clang of the church bells, rung to scare away
the demon of disease, and the midnight masses chanted by the priests,
that grew faint and fainter as their brotherhood dwindled, until at
last they ceased. And so it went on in the tainted, stricken place
until the living were not enough to bury the dead, or to do more than
carry food and water to the sick.
It would seem that about twelve years before a philanthropic American
enthusiast, armed with a letter of recommendation from whoever at that
date was President of Mexico, and escorted by a small guard, descended
upon San Jose to vaccinate it. For a few days all went well, for the
enthusiast was a good doctor, who understood how to treat ophthalmia
and to operate for squint, both of which complaints were prevalent in
San Jose. Then his first vaccination patients developed vesicles, and
the trouble began. The end of the matter was that the local priests, a
very ignorant class of men, interfered, declaring that smallpox was a
trial sent from Heaven which it was impious to combat, and that in any
case vaccination was the worse disease of the two.
As the /viruela/ had scarcely visited San Jose within the memory of
man and the vesicles looked alarming, the population, true children of
the Church, agreed with their pastors, and, from purely religious
motives, hooted and stoned the philanthropic "Americano" and his guard
out of the district. Now they and their innocent children were reaping
the fruits of the piety of these conscientious objectors.
After the first fortnight this existence in an atmosphere of disease
became absolutely terrible to me. Not an hour of the day passed that I
did not imagine some symptom of smallpox, and every morning when we
met at breakfast I glanced at Emma with anxiety. The shadow of the
thing lay deep upon my nerves, and I knew well that if I stopped there
much longer I should fall a victim to it in the body. In this
emergency, by means of Antonio, I opened negotiations with the officer
of the /rurales/, and finally, after much secret bargaining, it was
arranged that in consideration of a sum of two hundred dollars--for by
good luck I had escaped from the brigands with my money--our flight
through the cordon of guards should not be observed in the darkness.
We were to start at nine o'clock on a certain night. At a quarter to
that hour I went to the stable to see that everything was ready, and
in the courtyard outside of it found Antonio seated against the water
tank groaning and writhing with pains in the back. One looked showed
me that he had developed the usual symptoms, so, feeling that no time
was to be lost, I saddled the mules myself and took them round.
"Where is Antonio?" asked Emma as she mounted.
"He has gone on ahead," I answered, "to be sure that the road is
clear; he will meet us beyond the mountains."
Poor Antonio! I wonder what became of him; he was a good fellow, and I
hope that he recovered. It grieved me much to leave him, but after all
I had my own safety to think of, and still more that of Emma, who had
grown very dear to me. Perhaps one day I shall find him "beyond the
mountains," but, if so, that is a meeting from which I expect no joy.
The rest of our journey was strange enough, but it has nothing to do
with this history. Indeed, I have only touched upon these long past
adventures in a far land because they illustrate the curious fatality
by the workings of which every important event of my life has taken
place under the dreadful shadow of smallpox. I was born under that
shadow, I wedded under it, I--but the rest shall be told in its proper
order.
In the end we reached Mexico City in safety, and there Emma and I were
married. Ten days later we were on board ship steaming for England.
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