Part 34 (2/2)
”That was so. Well, the war being over in Europe the Portuguese wanted their king back among them again, and last year King John returned there, leaving Dom Pedro as his lieutenant and regent. The Portuguese having got back their king wanted to bring Brazil back to its former position as subject to Portugal. This provoked a great opposition in the southern provinces, and Dom Pedro was persuaded to throw off his allegiance to his father. In October the independence of the colony was publicly declared, and by this time Dom Pedro has probably a.s.sumed the t.i.tle of Emperor of Brazil. How long he will maintain the t.i.tle I am unable to say. Our northern provinces of Para, Bahia, and Maranham are still Portuguese, and are held by a large number of Portuguese troops. They have a strong navy, which keeps the sea and compels the few s.h.i.+ps of Dom Pedro to remain in port under shelter of the guns of their batteries. There can be but one end to it. The insurrection will be crushed, Dom Pedro sent to Europe as a prisoner, and all who supported him executed, or, if their lives are spared, all their possessions will be confiscated.
”Truly it is a sad time for Brazil. Everywhere there are two parties, the one for independence, the other for the Portuguese; but such as hold to the former naturally keep silent. What may happen in the future no man knows; but at present none have any hope that the southern provinces can resist the great force the Portuguese can bring against them, by sea and land. The ma.s.s of the people take no interest in the struggle. The natives, who are indeed the ma.s.s, care nothing whether they are governed from Lisbon or from Rio; they have to pay their taxes whoever is master.
Of the whites, those families who have long been settled here are silent, that is to say, they are for independence; while those who have relations and connections in Portugal vehemently and loudly support its cause, and persecute all whom they suspect of entertaining opinions to the contrary.
But all these things concern the population of the great towns; we in the interior take but little heed of them. Here we cultivate our fields, we say our ma.s.ses, we carry on our trade, and politics interest us but little. If they do interest us, at least we do not speak of them. Silence is golden, my son, as you have doubtless learnt for yourself in Peru. How came so young a man as you to undertake so terrible a journey as you have made?” he asked, changing the conversation.
”It may be, father, that I did not sufficiently recognize that silence was golden. In any case my friends recommended me to take a long journey, because they thought it would be better and safer for me to travel to Brazil; and as there were reasons against my taking a pa.s.sage by sea, there was nothing for me but to strike across the continent.”
”You must possess courage and resolution to have ventured out on such a journey. Nevertheless, I can understand that your risk was greater had you remained. You have heard, I suppose, that Peru is now independent?”
”No, indeed,” Stephen replied. ”Was there a great battle?”
”There was no fighting at all. The Chilian fleet so hemmed in the Spaniards that neither supplies nor reinforcements could reach them, so they agreed to evacuate the country. San Martin was made dictator, or rather made himself so; but so great were the oppressions and tyrannies of himself and his officers that there was a revolution some months ago, and San Martin had to fly to Chili, where he has since remained, as far as I know.”
”It served him right,” Stephen said. ”He was an ignorant, vain, and traitorous brute, and if the Peruvians had hung him he would only have got his deserts.”
”I can understand, my son,” the priest said with a smile, ”that Peru was not a healthy place for you; and I should doubt whether, if you come to take an interest in politics here, Brazil will be a safer place of residence for you than Peru.”
The voyage was pleasant but very slow. When the wind was favourable a great sail was hoisted; when it was not, the boat drifted down the river.
The pa.s.sengers pa.s.sed the time away in eating many meals, consisting princ.i.p.ally of the bread and fruit they purchased at the villages where the boat stopped, and in sipping coffee and smoking innumerable cigarettes. Of an evening the three ladies brought out guitars, and there was much singing by them and the male pa.s.sengers, several of whom were able to take a turn at the musical instruments. Lines were put over, and occasionally fish caught. So week after week pa.s.sed. The pa.s.sengers changed frequently, but Stephen found all to be cheerful and sociable.
Twice he had to change his craft for another of precisely the same size, rig, and slowness. The sh.o.r.es afforded but slight amus.e.m.e.nt, being low, and for the most part wooded, and indeed the river was for a time so wide that the land on either hand was invisible. Once or twice they met with strong winds, and the waves got up rapidly. The craft rolled heavily, and the pa.s.sengers were for the most part prostrated by terror and sea-sickness.
At length after two months' pa.s.sage they entered that branch of the great river upon which Para is situated, and a few days later moored alongside the quays of the town. Stephen at once went to an hotel, gave a Peruvian name, and then, having indulged in a bath and a very comfortable meal, sallied out into the town. In the streets were large numbers of Portuguese soldiers; while a short distance down the bay several fine s.h.i.+ps of war lay at anchor. A good many merchant s.h.i.+ps were moored alongside the quays, and Stephen determined on the following day to ascertain about them. On his return to the hotel he found a Portuguese official talking to the landlord.
”This is the gentleman,” the latter said, motioning to Stephen.
”I have to ask you for your papers?” he said politely.
”I have none, senor,” Stephen replied. ”I have just arrived from Peru, having come down by the river Madeira into the Amazon.”
”But how did you pa.s.s the frontier without papers?” the official said in an altogether changed manner.
”Simply because there is no frontier line on the Madeira, and so far as I know no Portuguese official or soldier within at least fifteen hundred miles. At any rate, I have never been asked for papers until now.”
”But how is it that you started without papers?” the official said sternly.
”It was a matter that I never even thought of, senor. I had been engaged in a quarrel, and the authorities wanted me to leave. My friends furnished me with money, and I left at an hour's notice. I have gone through several perils by the way, was captured by Indians, who took all that I possessed, and would certainly have taken the papers had I had them about me. I was nearly killed and eaten, and was only saved by the courage and fidelity of two native guides who accompanied me.”
”Well, senor, this is not a time when strangers can travel about Brazil without papers. You may be an emissary of the usurper Dom Pedro.”
”If I had been,” Stephen said quietly, ”I should have come up the coast, and should hardly have gone round by Peru and returned here after a journey that has occupied me some eighteen months. It was only after I arrived at Barra that I learned that King John had left the country, and that his son Dom Pedro had been appointed regent.”
The officer looked doubtful. ”Your story may be a true one,” he said. ”I shall lay it before the authorities. Until you hear their decision you will remain here in the hotel.”
”I am quite willing to do so,” Stephen said. ”In the meantime, senor, you will hear from the captain of the _Bahia_, now lying at the wharf, that I have at least come five hundred miles down the Amazon to this place, and there is one, Senor Vaquez, who is now in this hotel, or is at any rate putting up here, who came down with me all the way from Barra.”
The official at once sent upstairs for the trader, who was fortunately in his room, and who at once confirmed Stephen's statement, that they had travelled together from Barra, and had left there some nine weeks before.
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