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Show 232 opens to tlJC spring. Jlis eye glared, and Ids lip quivered like a leaf in the gusts of .March, though nothing he spnke at anything they Uid to him. But when they bore him away from our eyes, then a tcniblc fear und agony caused him to cry aloud-' Oh ! my countrymcD, will you not. save me from the bloody savage !1 I cannot soon forget tl1at cry, whicl1 was clearly that of a person who beholds his doom. But of wl1at avail? We lmd not the people, nor the strcngtlJ, nor the weapons! A thousand savarrcs danced wildly around the council-house, and the fields were ful~ of these who came to drink and dance. Besides, we thought not of any danger but our own. \Yo knc\v not !Jaw soon the fate wus to bcfal us; for had it not seized t1pon Don Juan without a waming or a sign. "They bore him to the secret t:.bernacle in the woods, where !he lord of Calos watched alone. \Ve saw not then, but after· wards we knew, wl1at had been his fnte. There they laid him upon a great mound of earth, with the sacred fire burnin,. at his Lead in a large vessel of baked clay, formed with a nie: art by tllC savages, nnd painted with the mystic figure of a bloody hand. The ga.rmcnts which he wore were taken off, and l1is limbs were fastened separately to great stakes driven in places about tho mound. 'l'hus were his hands and legs, his body and his very neck made f,LSt, so that whatever might be the deed done upon him, he could oppose it uot even in the smallest measure. llut it was permitted him to cry aloud-and those of us who stole into the woods seeking to hear,-with a terrible curiosity which our very apprehensions fcd,-we hcard,-wc hcard,-and even ns the awful scream of our late companion came piercing through the woods upon our ears,-we fled afar from the sound, which was that of a mortal agony and anguish. And, verily, the torture to TilE ADVENTURE OF l"E llARRlf. 233 which he was doomed was that which might well compel tlHl poor outraged heart of humanity to cry aloud. With a kl.!cn knife, nnd the !Jand of one who had practised long at the cruel rite, tho lord of Calos laid bare the breast of the '·ictim, he not able to !trugglo cven,-only to shrick,-be laid it hare as one peels tho ripe fruit, and exposes the prccions heart thereof! Even this did the lord of Calos. l Io stripped the skin from the breast of his victim, then, with sharp strokes, he smote away the flesh, until tho quaking ribs lay bare to his point. With a sharp stone chisel he smote the breast-bone asunder, lift<:d the ribs, and tore away the smoking heart, wl1ich he cast, reeking red, into the burning fire of odorous woods and herbs, which then flamed up and brightened in tho dark chamber, as if fed with some ichorous fuel. In that terrible agony, when the soul and the human lifo were thus rudely torn npart from the mutual embrace, it was told me by the lord of Calos, himself, that the victim burst one of tho wythcs that bound l1im, and freed his right l1nnd, which he waved violently thrice, oven while his murderer wns plucking hil'l heart away from its quivering fastenings! Oh! the horror, though for a moment only, of that nwful consc iousness! Verily, my friends, if the lord of Ca\os did possess a power of magic such as his peo· plc afiirm, verily, I say, he paid a terrible price to the eternal !Jat<'r of human souls, when he gat from him his perditions privilege! "But the suff<!riugs of thnt wretched victim, who then and thus perished, were they greater thnn those which followed our footstcps,- we, the survivors,-haunting us by nigllt and day, with the mortal terrors of n fear tlmt such must be our doom also? Every rustle of an approaching foot.!"tcp among tho maize-stalks where we Wiled, brcakiug the stems and gathering tho ripened |