It is wonderful.
They look something like our oppressors, but they are fairer, and their eyes are blue; and they look honest, and have not that air of pride, and arrogance, which the Spaniard never lays aside.
"I have a boy here." And as she spoke an Indian boy, of some thirteen years of age, slipped out from behind her.
"He will show them to the refuge places of the last of my race.
There they will be well received, for I have sent by him a message to their chiefs; and it may be that these lads, knowing the ways of white warfare, will be able to assist my countrymen, and to enable them to resist these dogs of Spaniards.
"The blessing of an old woman be upon you.

I have seen many changes.

I have seen my people possessors of this island, save a small settlement which they had, even then, the folly to allow the Spaniards to possess.

I have seen them swept away by the oppressor, my husband tortured and killed, my brothers burned alive, all that I loved slain by the Spaniards.

Now, it does my old eyes good to see two of the race who will, in the future, drive those dogs from these fair lands, as they have driven my people." So saying, she returned into the hut.
The boy prepared at once to start, and the lads, wringing the hand of the black who had been so kind to them, at once followed their guide into the darkness.