Then was heard the war-cry: "At them! Down with the Indians!" It was agreed that the Indians should flee and on that account they were modestly clad in scraps of tapestry and cock feathers on their head.

But they fled treacherously, and upon finding themselves upon _varguenos_, tables and pyramids of chairs, they began to shy books at their persecutors.

Venerable leather volumes decorated with dull gold, and folios of white parchment fell face downward on the floor, their fastenings breaking apart and spreading abroad a rain of printed or manuscript pages and yellowing engravings--as though tired of living, they were letting their life-blood flow from their bodies.
The uproar of these wars of conquest brought Dona Cristina to the rescue.

She no longer cared to harbor little imps who preferred the adventurous whoops of the garret to the mystic delights of the abandoned chapel.

The Indians were most worthy of execration.