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Portrait of Gustave Aimard Gustave Aimard The Bee Hunters: A Tale of Adventure

A slight blush overspread the face of Don Fernando.
"Let us return to the Tigercat," said he. "What have I to dread from this man?"
"Everything. Concealed in the prairie, like a hideous zopilote (vulture) on its point of rock, this wretch pounces upon the caravans, whatever their strength, and pillages them; he murders in cold blood the solitary travellers whom their evil destiny delivers into his hands: his nets are stretched with such cruel skill, that none may escape him. Listen to me, caballero: give up this journey, or you are a lost man."
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Portrait of Gustave Aimard Gustave Aimard The Bee Hunters: A Tale of Adventure

Would you have me leave them to be devoured by wild beasts?"
"It would be no great misfortune," answered the rancorous capataz.
"Are they not men, like ourselves?"
"They are so little like ourselves, that it is hardly worth mention," said the capataz.
"And will you really dare to place yourself in the power of these ferocious beings, exasperated as they are by defeat?" asked the hacendero. "Do you not fear they will assassinate you?"
"These men!" replied the hunter in disdain; "They would not dare."
Don Pedro could not repress his amazement.
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Portrait of Gustave Aimard Gustave Aimard The Bee Hunters: A Tale of Adventure

You have yourself taught me that family bonds do not exist in nature; that they are absurd prejudices, trammels invented by civilisation; that no man has a right to impose his will as law on others; that the real man is he who walks free through life, unincumbered by relation or friend, recognising no master but his own desires. Well, then, I will now put in practice these precepts you have so long and steadily inculcated. What matters to me whether I be Don Fernando Carril, or Stoneheart the Bee-hunter?
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