human
He was one of the best historians of his time, and wrote a most attractive Spanish style, quaint, pithy, and nervous,--a style which goes straight to the mark and rings like true metal. I do not mean to be understood as calling it a _literary_ style. It is not graceful like that of great masters of expression such as Pascal or Voltaire. It is not seldom cumbrous and awkward, usually through trying to say too much at once. But in spite of this it is far more attractive than many a truly artistic literary style. There is a great charm in reading what comes from a man brimful of knowledge and utterly unselfish and honest. The crisp shrewdness, the gleams of gentle humor and occasional sharp flashes of wit, and the fervid earnestness, in the books of Las Casas, combine to make them very delightful. It was the unfailing sense of humor, which is so often wanting in reformers, that kept Las Casas from developing into a fanatic.... In contemplating such a life as that of Las Casas, all words of eulogy seem weak and frivolous. The historian can only bow in reverent awe before a figure which is in some respects the most beautiful and sublime in the annals of Christianity since the Apostolic age. When now and then in the course of the centuries God's providence brings such a life into this world, the memory of it must be cherished by mankind as one of its most precious and sacred possessions. For the thoughts, the words, the deeds of such men there is no death; the sphere of their influence goes on widening forever. They bud, they blossom, they bear fruit, from age to age.
gpt
You know, said he,
human
(So Hispaniola is called in their language.)
gpt
They are now coming hither with a design to exercise the same outrages and persecutions upon us. Are you ignorant, says he,
human
gpt
We know not, say they all with one voice,
human
gpt
I'll tell you then, replied the Cacique,
human
Upon which he took a box full of gold and valuable jewels which he had with him; and exposing it to their view,--
gpt
Here is, says he,
human
They all applauded this speech, and fell a-leaping and dancing round the box, till they had quite tired and spent themselves. After which the Cacique Hatbuey, resuming his discourse, continued to speak to them in these terms:
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If we keep this God, says he,