Chapter 1. My Family And Home...
_ CHAPTER ONE. MY FAMILY AND HOME--WE CONCEAL A FUGITIVE INDIAN
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 appear an emanation from the Deity they worshipped.
I was looking out, with others of my family, from the windows of the country house we inhabited, on the glorious spectacle. We were residing in Peru, that romantic region with which the name of the conqueror Pizarro must be for ever associated--the kingdom of the once powerful and enlightened Incas, on the western shore of South America. At the time of which I speak, however, its greatness, its prosperity and happiness, had passed away； it was a mere province of Old Spain, and governed by a viceroy sent from that country, while the race of its ancient soverei

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