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Tales of the Enchanted Islands of the Atlantic by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
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One morning a surprise came to Luis. Every night it was their custom to
have a great fire on the beach, and to meet and sing chants around it. One
night Luis had personally put out the blaze of the fire, as it was more
windy than usual, and went to sleep in his tent. Soon after midnight he
was awakened by a glare of a great light upon his tent's thin walls, and
hastily springing up, he saw their largest caravel on fire. Rushing out to
give the alarm, he saw a similar flame kindled in the second vessel, and
then, after some delay, in the third. Then he saw a dark boat pulling
hastily towards the shore, and going down to the beach he met their most
trusty captain, who told him that the ships had been burnt by order of the
archbishop, in order that their return might be hopeless, and that their
stay on the island might be forever.

There was some lamentation among the emigrants when they saw their
retreat thus cut off, but Luis when once established on shore did not
share it; to be near Juanita was enough for him, though he rarely saw her.
He began sometimes to feel that the full confidence of the archbishop was
withdrawn from him, but he was still high in office, and he rode with
Oppas over the great island, marking it out by slow degrees into seven
divisions, that each bishop might have a diocese and a city of his own.
Soon the foundations began to be laid, and houses and churches began to be
built, for the soft volcanic rock was easily worked, though not very solid
for building. The spot for the cathedral was selected with the unerring
eye for a fine situation which the Roman Catholic Church has always shown,
and the adjoining convent claimed, as it rose, the care of Juanita. As
general superintendent of the works, it was the duty of Luis sometimes to
be in that neighborhood, until one unlucky day when the two lovers,
lingering to watch the full moon rise, were interrupted by one of the
younger bishops, a black-browed Spaniard of stealthy ways, who had before
now taken it upon himself to watch them. Nothing could be more innocent
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