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Title: Manco, the Peruvian Chief
An Englishman's Adventures in the Country of the Incas
Author: W.H.G. Kingston
Illustrator: A.W. Cooper
Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21397]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Manco, the Peruvian Chief, An Englishman's Adventures in the Country of
the Incas, by W.H.G. Kingston.
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Here is another Kingston novel about South America. As usual he makes
the point that the Spaniards were very cruel, especially in the way they
oppressed the Indian tribes.
The family in the story are English, and they get pulled into helping an
Inca chieftain, Manco, in his flight from the Spaniards. This seems to
mirror several other books by Kingston. There is always a long trek
overland, the point of which usually eludes me, but which gives rise to
all sorts of difficult situations, with Spaniards, with serpents, with
dangerous bridges, with rafts on rivers and so forth. Dated 1853 this
must be one of Kingston's earliest books, and certainly one of the
earliest with this theme: the style is impeccable. This edition is
probably some years later, since there is an inscription in the version
I used dated 1900, and it might have been tidied up if it needed it.
It makes a good audiobook, though not a very long one, at 11 hours 30
minutes.
Enjoy reading the book or listening to it.
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MANCO, THE PERUVIAN CHIEF, AN ENGLISHMAN'S ADVENTURES IN THE COUNTRY OF
THE INCAS, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.
CHAPTER ONE.
MY FAMILY AND HOME--WE CONCEAL A FUGITIVE INDIAN.
It was evening. The sun had just set beneath the waters of the Pacific,
which could be distinguished in the far distance; and the whole western
sky, undimmed by a cloud, was burning with a radiant glow of splendour
such as to the eyes of the untutored Peruvians might well appear an
emanation from the Deity the
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