It Was A Cattle And
Horse-Breeding Establishment, But The Beasts Were Of Less Account To
The Owner Than His
Peacocks, a fowl for which he had so great a
predilection that he could not have too many of them;
He was always
buying more peacocks to send out to the estate, and they multiplied
until the whole place swarmed with them. And he wanted them all for
himself, so that it was forbidden to sell or give even an egg away.
The place was in the charge of a major-domo, a good-natured fellow,
and when he discovered that we liked peacocks' feathers for decorative
purposes in the house, he made it a custom to send us each year at the
moulting-time large bundles, whole armfuls, of feathers.
Another curious thing in the estancia was a large room set apart for
the display of trophies sent from Buenos Ayres by the Minister's
eldest son. I have already given an account of a favourite pastime of
the young gentlemen of the capital - that of giving battle to the
night-watchmen and wresting their staffs and lanterns from them. Our
Minister's heir was a leader in this sport, and from time to time sent
consignments of his trophies to the country place, where the walls of
the room were covered with staffs and festoons of lanterns.
Once or twice as a small boy I had the privilege of meeting this young
gentleman and looked at him with an intense curiosity which has served
to keep his image in my mind till now. His figure was slender and
graceful, his features good, and he had a rather long Spanish face;
his eyes were grey-blue, and his hair and moustache a reddish golden-
brown. It was a handsome face, but with a curiously repelling,
impatient, reckless, almost devilish expression.
I was at home again, back in the plantation among my beloved birds,
glad to escape from the noisy dusty city into the sweet green
silences, with the great green plain glittering with the false water
of the mirage spreading around our shady oasis, and the fact that war,
which for the short period of my own little life and for many long
years before I was born, had not visited our province, thanks to Rosas
the Tyrant, the man of blood and iron, had now come to us did not make
the sunshine less sweet and pleasant to behold. Our elders, it is
true, showed anxious faces, but they were often anxious about matters
which did not affect us children, and therefore didn't matter. But by
and by even we little ones were made to realize that there was a
trouble in the land which touched us too, since it deprived us of the
companionship of the native boy who was our particular friend and
guardian during our early horseback rambles on the plain. This boy,
Medardo, or Dardo, was the fifteen-years-old son - illegitimate of
course - of the native woman our English shepherd had made his wife.
Why he had done so was a perpetual mystery and marvel to every one on
account of her person and temper. The very thought of this poor
Natalia, or Dona Nata as she was called, long dead and turned to dust
in that far pampa, troubles my spirit even now and gives me the
uncomfortable feeling that in putting her portrait on this paper I am
doing a mean thing.
She was an excessively lean creature, careless, and even dirty in her
person, with slippers but no stockings on her feet, an old dirty gown
of a coarse blue cotton stuff and a large coloured cotton handkerchief
or piece of calico wound turban-wise about her head. She was of a
yellowish parchment colour, the skin tight-drawn over the small bony
aquiline features, and it would have seemed like the face of a corpse
or mummy but for the deeply-sunken jet-black eyes burning with a
troubled fire in their sockets. There was a tremor and strangely
pathetic note in her thin high-pitched voice, as of a woman speaking
with effort between half-suppressed sobs, or like the mournful cry of
some wild bird of the marshes. Voice and face were true indications of
her anxious mind. She was in a perpetual state of worry over some
trifling matter, and when a real trouble came, as when our flock "got
mixed" with a neighbour's flock and four or five thousand sheep had to
be parted, sheep by sheep, according to their ear-marks, or when her
husband tame home drunk and tumbled off his horse at the door instead
of dismounting in the usual manner, she would be almost out of her
mind and wring her hands and shriek and cry out that such conduct
would not be endured by his long-suffering master, and they would no
longer have a roof over their heads!
Poor anxious-minded Nata, who moved us both to pity and repulsion, it
was impossible not to admire her efforts to keep her stolid
inarticulate husband in the right path and her intense wild animal-
like love of her children - the three dirty-faced English-looking
offspring of her strange marriage, and Dardo, her firstborn, the son
of the wind. He, too, was an interesting person; small or short for
his years, he was thick and had a curiously solid mature appearance,
with a round head, wide open, startlingly bright eyes, and aquiline
features which gave him a resemblance to a sparrow-hawk. He was mature
in mind, too, and had all the horse lore of the seasoned gaucho, and
at the same time he was like a child in his love of fun and play, and
wanted nothing better than to serve us as a perpetual playmate. But he
had his work, which was to look after the flock when the shepherd's
services were required elsewhere; an easy task for him on his horse,
especially in summer when for long hours the sheep would stand
motionless on the plain.
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