Category: Historical Novels

Manco, the Peruvian Chief Or, An Englishman's Adventures in the Country of the Incas

It was evening. The sun had just set beneath the waters of the Pacific, which could be distinguished in the far distance; and the whole western sky, undimmed by a cloud, was burning with a radiant glow of splendour such as to the eyes of the untutored Peruvians might well appe...

Chapters

6. CHAPTER SIX.

Our journey was irksome and disagreeable in the extreme. We marched on each day as long as the horses and men could move; and we rested at night, sometimes in farm-houses, or in...

13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

I am not fond of dwelling on horrors; but I should fail to give a true picture of warfare and its effects, were I to neglect to describe those scenes which are its never-failing...

7. CHAPTER SEVEN.

As a shipwrecked seaman, on the wild rock in the middle of the ocean, anxiously scans the horizon to search for a sail in sight, so did I cast my eager gaze over the barren sand...

3. CHAPTER THREE.

I awoke to perfect consciousness (for I could scarcely be said to have been asleep all night) just as the first faint streaks of dawn were appearing in the sky; and hearing the...

16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

We had for two days been travelling through a wild and mountainous country, skirting the base of the Cordilleras, which served as our guide, and looking out for a pass known to...

14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

Pedro and I turned from the window, and sitting down, with our hands before our faces, endeavoured to shut out the dreadful sights we had witnessed. It was satisfactory, however...

18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

I have said that Don Gomez was at my side. As he saw the Spaniards drawing near, he turned to me. "Senor David," he said, "these are my countrymen. The Indians have lost the day."

20. CHAPTER TWENTY.

"Up, up, my friends!" exclaimed Manco, rushing into our hut one morning, just before daybreak. "The Spaniards are traversing the mountains with fire and sword, and we must haste...

15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

We travelled all day through the forest, the glimpses we every now and then obtained of the mountains serving to guide our steps. On emerging from the forest we arrived at a rap...

12. CHAPTER TWELVE.

It must be remembered that the war party whom Pedro and I were now so unwillingly compelled to accompany, was but an irregular portion of the Indian army, and that the chief com...

21. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

Our first care in the morning was to search for a tree which might serve us to scoop into a canoe, till lower down the Amazon we might fall in with one large enough to convey us...

10. CHAPTER TEN.

The morning I was to set out arrived at last, and I bid farewell to Nita and her little infant, which I kissed over and over again for its mother's sake; for my heart was full o...

8. CHAPTER EIGHT.

My readers must endeavour to remember the description I gave of the situation of our house, at the commencement of my work. We were all seated in the same room in which the fugi...

4. CHAPTER FOUR.

The scenery we passed the next day was very similar to what I have already described; but the valley, which, on being contrasted with the snowy region we had just left, appeared...

9. CHAPTER NINE.

When consciousness at length returned, a very different scene met my sight. I had an idea that something dreadful had occurred, but what it was I could not tell. My belief was,...

11. CHAPTER ELEVEN.

"Yonder is the place you seek, Senor," he said, in a tone of commiseration which touched my heart. "You are seeking for parents whom you have known, and their memory is dear to...

2. CHAPTER TWO.

When we retired to rest, all night long I dreamed of the unhappy descendant of the Inca who was beneath our roof. Some of the incidents of which I had read in Peruvian history w...

17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

We found the head quarters of the Inca established in an ancient castle, built of large hewn stones on the side of a mountain, and which, from its size and mode of construction,...

19. CHAPTER NINETEEN.

During our long stay in the cave, my mind often turned to the future, and I was sorely puzzled to know by what means, without funds of any sort, we should find our way to Englan...

1. CHAPTER ONE.

It was evening. The sun had just set beneath the waters of the Pacific, which could be distinguished in the far distance; and the whole western sky, undimmed by a cloud, was bur...

5. CHAPTER FIVE.

"Behold Cuzco!" exclaimed our Indian guide, as, throwing himself from his horse, he knelt in adoration of the glorious luminary, whose rays were just then throwing a mantle of g...