How the devil gave him a beating and put him in jail
Traditional
is that when in the last century began to exploit the mineral wealth of the Cerro de Pasco, streamed into the seat large number of adventurers, among them was the devil nothing less. Tradition says that the devil was there for shorn wool and left because he found the his match, that is, people who knew more than him and put the pears to room. They add that the old guard from Long nails then dislike and blues by the Cerro de Pasco.
Meets chronicler my honesty declare that little or nothing about my harvest mentioned in that will be read, and she is nothing but a popular account. I will also add that going very far from my intention to hurt some delicacy, and if there are others who tickle the little story, not give it in writing and ended san, I am moro peace and I will not quarrel with anyone, least with which he got his breath to the devil. Neither game nor am cheap, I'm just humble junkman of romances.
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For the years of 17 ... declarose to buoy the hitherto almost unknown mineral Pasco and it was few people with puppets and pouches are domiciled there. Potosi
As in his days of splendor, soon became all Pasco in place where everyone gathered vices. Wine, party girls and gambling were the existence of the miners. Owners
most powerful mines were three brothers, open pod grooms, who for reasons I will not mention the Izquieta call. Influential people for their generosity and sincerity to all, and for his great fortune and family relationships, each of them was also the prototype of a vice.
Juan Izquieta, that sucked more than a sponge, never averse to a skin made of must not found drinker who beat him. "A bad bed mattress of wine," was his favorite maxim. Pedro
Izquieta, in point of licentiousness could take three points and the output at the same Don Juan Tenorio.
Antonio Izquieta was brave and successful player of the mineral, it seems as if magnetized brought to the cubicles.
Among the crowd of adventurers called attention to a gift Pirindín Lesmes, young man whose good fortune in the game, savvy to the daughters of Eve and serenity to empty bottles, began to cast a shadow on the reputation and name of the Izquieta. Luena
awl was Don Lesmes!
The Izquieta shunned in competition with Don Lesmes; but he took a fancy atravesárseles in its path. Pedro Izquieta
A night gave the door a girl rabisalsera snouts and very full of dengue fever and perendengues, after which he walked drinking winds. The rascal had been entered Don Lesmes by the right eye, that the truth be told, was the boy as pearls, jaunty, talkative and quarrelsome. Consoled the snub Izquieta singing
"I planted a
parsley and cilantro me again, there are women
very capable of hitting a stick to a saint." Juan Izquieta
Pirindín got to go and drink a glass of wine from next pulse, and the hitherto invincible drinker drunk fell under the table, like an English lord.
Antonio Izquieta As Don Lesmes robbed him in a couple of hours Morrocotudo sum, and for the first time in his life he had to leave the table broke, sulky and ill-concocted. The
Izquieta were defeated in the entire line as a puppets. His popularity came by land and no one spoke more than Pirindín.
usual: "cedacito again, three days at stake." Nothing more fickle
's popularity. I deny it.
II
The three brothers spent several days without them seeing the picture on the street. They felt humiliated in his pride, and both talked among themselves and gave such returns and tables to set, they came to this dilemma:
O Don Lesmes has pact with the devil, or Satan himself is.
And while they spent more and more saliva is racking their brains, rather they are rooted in this conviction.
then decided to launch a new struggle, and although no weapons were loyal they were to make use, here in my heart I find them an apology. Is not the devil has always been a cheater account? For a crook, crook and a half, the Canaries! Late at night
, he went home Pirindín the mistress of Pedro Izquieta, as we have said was a woman of low tone and a fuss. Yes sir was very, very into it to cross the threshold, when suddenly and as a bit of snake jumped to the front wall. Encountered in the doorway with an olive branch, blessed by the priest on Palm Sunday. The thing was not for less than to make a leap like Alvarado in Mexico.
The girl was stung with the snub, and starting pitchers, because she was female butteries much gnawed and began to apostrophe at stud. This, not biting the tongue, said the sun to come out and sang the primer, and I still have (I wash my hands) that called for the four letters. The scandal that ensued looked out the neighbors, and a mocosuelo, who passed for the son of the sexton of the parish, began to sing very impudence and a ring with stones:
"Pumpkins and cucumbers, zangolotinos
for children.
And you take, take,
latte!
pumpkins and melons, men
for simpletons.
And you take, take,
latte! Corrido
Don Lesmes left the ground, coughing and grumbling fat, and two Zanchetta colose in kitten who found the first step. There
Antonio Izquieta waited, and we suppose him to be Don Lesmes mutter: "Come on, now they are all misfortunes!".
After a while he tied match between the two. Every time you throw the dice Pirindín, Antonio made the cross below the table and poured our adventurer aces or blocks. The wheels passed into the hands of Santa Apolonia Izquieta, who make a cross to the left under the carpet, loosening signs or machines that was a beauty. Red tantrum and tearing his beard was the loser, while his adversary air mocking said: "Your worship
wanted it. Who got to deal with Izquieta? Beware your grace thanks for that last ounce cigarettes you have left. Decidedly
fortune mother had turned to Don Lesmes, and we know that mother or candy.
As emotions aroused the thirst of the game, he went Pirindín to the corner tavern and asked the shopkeeper a bottle, do not know whether Catalan or Carignan. "He came pure and raw garlic," says the proverb, makes a man acute. "
But even in that place poor devil chasing our unhappiness, because while the shopkeeper brought the order, alongside Juan sentósele brindole Izquieta and a glass of Manzanilla, which had shed before a drop of holy oil. As brave does not remove the urbane Don Lesmes drained his cup and made him the very effect of an emetic, and stumbled out, with bile revolt and head as a winder, throwing frogs and snakes through the mouth.
happened to pass the round, and being with drunk as impertinent and scandalous, as to whether said even or odd said, ordered the mayor to the marshals was tied up alongside and taken to jail to sleep it off. He stood up like a madman, but a few did cabrestiar clubbing and go to the clink.
When next day he was released, reflected Pirindín, as man of the world and good acumen, which was discredited and could not continue living in the Cerro de Paseo paper without being exposed to ridicule and derision general and that even the boys will go up to the beard. Resolved
then to leave with their backpacks on the other hand, and ran the canal from prison, broke the frost, washed his face and arms with ice water, passes by way of finger comb through the tangled mane, gave a belch that the sulfur smell was felt throughout Pasco and twenty leagues around, and step between step cojitabundo and battered, arrived at a place called Uliachi.
If you, reader, a field trip to Cerro de Pasco, where the rail project a reality and not, ask anyone what is the rock on which he stood the devil and no doubt will find an Indian willing you make it known.
tradition Uliachi adds that the devil's face turned toward the people and delivered the following speech, curse, or whatever apostrophe:
- Earth ungrateful You are not worthy of me. Nor do you really need, because you carry in your womb and three deadly sins and the rest will come. Abur! Good riddance! (Someone told me that the devil I can not say goodbye word is his invention Abur! With which many are accustomed to say goodbye. So you have to suspect they told Abur!, And so potest, GIVE YOUR a sprinkling of holy water. Abur! Abur! I leave Berrueco, hump and scabies to scratch ... because I let the Izquieta!
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