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to a temple. The Indians are terror-stricken by the cavalry. The Spaniards fire a small gun ; the Indians fall prostrate to the earth.
Eighteenth picture
The sailor signifies that all that is nothing as against the splendours of the conquered land.
Nineteenth picture
On the summit of a mountain the leaders on horeseback raise their plumed hats, the soldiers brandish their lances and arquebuses. Far off is seen an immense plain, fields and lakes.
A soldier flourishes a standard.
Twentieth picture
The sailor and his listeners move off. Bartolomew de Las Casas remains alone, lost in his dreams. The images conjured up by the sailor's story pass rapidly before his eyes : the ships ploughing the waves, the shore, and the Indians on the shore, the forest, the city, the fighting, the temple, the prostrate Indians, the gold necklace, the boundless plain, the waving standard.
Twenty-first picture
The Port of Cadiz. Ships are being loaded for Columbus's third voyage. The Admiral is supervising the victualling of the caravels and reviewing sailors and soldiers. An officer brings up to him the newly recruited sailors and soldiers. Amidst the bronzed countenances of the old adventurers, the youthful face of Las Casas stands out. The Admiral is struck by the bold and frank aspect of the young fellow, pauses, stops in front of him and smiles.
Twenty-second picture
On the deck of one of the boats. Las Casas wearing a helmet and a leatherl jerkin, is polishing his sword and pistols. Impatient for the landfall, he rises several times and looks over the bulwarks. He is surrounded by sailors, soldiers and priests.
Twenty-third picture
The soldiers, on landing, make ready for the march. Las Casas gazes at the severe and resolute officers on their horses. No Indians are to be seen. The country looks dreary and inhospitable.
Twenty -fourth picture
The band advances into the forest. It reaches an Indian village. The natives are terrified and hasten to bring along all that the Spaniards ask for. But the latter are insatiable, they demand more food, more drink, more gold. The Indians fall