THE INSURGENCE
of CHAN
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN |
The
Governor, a vegetarian and teetotaler, accepted a glass of mineral water and
the embrace of his old friend, don Antonio. Despite the felicity of the evening
and the approaching fin
Steering
a tipsy well-wisher away from the Governor, don
Antonio cupped his hand and bent over. "Between ourselves,
your decision is irrevocable?"
"But
what about us?" complained Barzon, who had spotted
the meeting and guessed its unhappy disclosure.
"If you do not run, then there is none other than that intolerable tractor
salesman Molina and his gang of brigands. They still pray to Red Maria, to
Diego El Mulato and all the rest of the slime of the
Spanish Main and, with his pirates, Molina will do a job of looting that will
make Peter Wallace himself writhe in envy, on his seat in Hell. On the day that
you leave office they'll lower the bandera of the
north and raise the Jolly Roger."
Governor
Canton sighed. "Molina's resemblance to a pirate may be appropriate. But
we must still be fair. Political office sometimes provokes curious changes in a
man. Some rise above their history and capabilities while others, sadly,
descend lower than the beasts. The question of the separation has been settled.
All that we can do is to meet my successor halfway and, if dishonor must enter
our state, let don Olegario be the first to stain its
standards.”
Don
Antonio called for silence. The elderly governor cleared his throat and began
his address.
"Fellow
Yucatecans, Mexicans and patriots... we bid farewell
to the century of our independence. As the French are fond of saying, 'the king
is dead, long live the king!' To this, our century of liberation, we owe a debt
of such magnitude that it may scarce be paid in accounts of earthly banks, but
only discharged in that maintained by heaven itself. To the new century, almost
now upon us, we foresee a banquet of such bounteous abundance served up through
the exercise of scientific innovation, that our only worry… truly… is which
plate to sample first. As no man living one hundred years ago could have foreseen
our presence here, so shall our descendants, a hundred years hence, shall
likewise enjoy a world of marvels and prosperity we can only begin to conceive
of in the books of Mr. Verne.
"This
pleasant destiny, however, must not cloud our need to face the problems still
confronting us. As we know, the government has found it necessary to take
control of our eastern lands still mired in a backwardness that threatens not
only the unhappy region, but our own properties. We must offer our counsel, but
also our help. But even more ominous is the scarcity of labor which, of
necessity, must arise out of heretofore neglected classes. How are men who do
not value civilization's bounty persuaded to work to gain such things and to
acquire education to increase their work... "
"The
lash!" interrupted old Cosas, pantomiming a
thrashing with his left hand, shaking loose some of the whiskey held
precariously in his right.
"But
for the..." said another, then squelching the rest
before his companions could determine whether it was negroes, indians or even the British who were at issue.
A cannon discharged prematurely from the plaza and the
guests applauded, popping champagne corks, throwing up their heels and falling
into one another's arms, much to the surprise and the amusement of Esteban and
his fellow waiters.
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