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AMERICAN
LORE & LEGENDS
The Governor's Right Eye |
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By Charles M. Skinner
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Old Governor
Hermenegildo Salvatierra, of Presidio,
California, sported only one
eye--the left--because the other had been shot out by an
Indian arrow. With his sound one he was gazing into the fire, on a
windy afternoon in the rainy season, when a chunky man in a sou'wester
was ushered into his presence, and after announcing that he was no
other than Captain Peleg Scudder, of the schooner General Court, from
Salem, he was made welcome in a manner quite out of proportion in its
warmth to the importance that such a disclosure would have for the
every-day citizen.
He
was hailed with wassail and even with wine. The joy of the commandant
was so great that at the third bowl he sang a love ballad, in a voice
somewhat cracked, and got on the table to teach the Yankee how to
dance the cachuca. The law forbade any extended stay of Americans in
Spanish waters, and the General Court took herself off that very
night--for this, mind you, was in 1797, when the Spaniard ruled the
farther coast.
Next day Salvatierra
appeared before his astonished people with a right eye. The priests
attached to the fort gave a special service of praise, and told the
miracle to the red men of their neighborhood as an illustration of the
effect of goodness, prayer, and faith. People came from far and near
that they might go to church and see this marvel for themselves. But,
alas, for the governor's repute for piety! It soon began to be
whispered around that the new eye was an evil one; that it read the
deepest thoughts of men with its inflexible, cold stare; that under
its influence some of the fathers had been betrayed into confessing
things that the commandant had never supposed a clergyman to be guilty
of. The people feared that eye, and ascribed such rogueries to the old
man as had been entirely foreign to his nature hitherto.
This common fear and suspicion reacted,
inevitably, and Salvatierra began, unconsciously, to exhibit some of
the traits that his subjects said he possessed. He changed slowly from
the indulgent parent to the stern and exacting law-giver. He did not
know, however, what the people had been saying about him, and never
suspected that his eye was likely to get him into trouble.
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It was a warm night and
he had gone to bed with his windows open—windows that opened from his
garden, and were level, at the bottom, with the floor. A shadowy form
stole along the gravel path and entered one of these windows. It was that
of a mission
Indian.
He had gathered from the talk of the faithful that it would be a service
to the deity as well as to men to destroy the power of that evil eye. He
came beside the bed and looked attentively at the governor, sleeping there
in the light of a candle. Then he howled with fright--howled so loudly
that the old man sprang to his feet--for while the left eye had been fast
asleep the evil one was broad awake and looking at him with a ghostly
glare.
In another second the
commandant was at the window whirling his trusty Toledo about his head,
lopping ears and noses from the red renegades who had followed in the
track of the first. In the scrimmage he received another jab in the right
eye with a fist. When day dawned it was discovered, with joy, that the
evil eye was darkened--and forever. The people trusted him once more.
Finding that he was no longer an object of dread, his voice became kinder,
his manner more gentle. A heavy and unusual rain, that had been falling,
passed off that very day, so that the destruction from flood, which had
been prophesied at the missions, was stayed, and the clergy sang "Te Deum"
in the church. The old commandant never, to his dying day, had the heart
to confess that the evil eye was only a glass one.
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Added March, 2006
About the Author: Charles M. Skinner (1852-1907) authored the
complete nine volume set of Myths and Legends of Our Own Land in
1896. This tale is excerpted from these excellent works, which are
now in the public domain.
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