When one object alone fills all our thoughts, we interest ourselves no farther in events than as we find them relate to our own case. If you was not the only mover of my soul, could I have passed, as I have just done, from the most shocking despair, to the most flattering hope? The Cacique had several times, in vain, attempted to allure me to that window which I cannot now behold without shuddering; at last, yielding to repeated solicitations, I ventured to approach it. Ah! my dear Aza, how well was I rewarded for my complaisance!

By an incomprehensible miracle, in making me look through a kind of hollow cane, he shewed me lands so distant, that without the help of this wonderful machine, my eye could never have reached it.

At the same time, (by signs which are now grown familiar to me) he gave me to understand that we were going to that place, and that the sight of it was the sole cause of those rejoicings which appeared to me, to have been occasioned by a sacrifice to the Sun.

I was soon sensible of the benefit of this discovery: Hope, like a ray of light, glanced over my heart.

I am certainly going to this land which they have shewn me, and which plainly appears a part of your empire, since the Sun there sheds his beneficent rays. I am no longer enslaved by the cruel Spaniards; who then can prevent my returning under your government?

Yes, my dear Aza, I go to be reunited to what I love; my love, my reason, my wishes, all assure me of it. I fly into your arms; a torrent of joy overflows my soul; the past is vanished, my miseries are at an end, and indeed forgotten; futurity alone employs my mind, and fills my soul with good.