any more. Every day, while this house was
being built, the Spaniards were fed with fish, bread, and fruit by
their good-natured hosts. Juan Bono was very anxious to see the
roof on, and the Indians continued to work at the building with
alacrity. At last it was completed, being two storeys high, and so
constructed that those within could not see those without. Upon a
certain day, Juan Bono collected the Indians together--men, women,
and children--in the building, "to see," as he told them, "what was
to be done."

'Whether they thought they were coming to some festival, or that
they were to do something more for the great house, does not appear.
However, there they all were, four hundred of them, looking with
much delight at their own handiwork. Meanwhile, Juan Bono brought
his men round the building, with drawn swords in their hands; then,
having thoroughly entrapped his Indian friends, he entered with a
party of armed men and bade the Indians keep still, or he would kill
them. They did not listen to him, but rushed to the door. A
horrible massacre ensued. Some of the Indians forced their way out;
but many of them, stupefied at what they saw, and losing heart, were
captured and bound. A hundred, however, escaped, and snatching up
their arms, assembled in one of their own houses, and prepared to
defend themselves. Juan Bono summoned them to surrender: they
would not hear of it; and then, as Las Casas says, "he resolved to
pay them completely for the hospitality and kind treatment he had
received," and so, setting fire to the house, the whole hundred men,
together with some women and children, were burnt alive. The
Spanish captain and his men retired to the ships with their
captives; and his vessel happening to touch at Porto Rico, when the
Jeronimite Fathers were there, gave occasion to Las Casas to
complain of this proceeding to the Fathers, who, however, did
nothing in the way of remedy or punishment. The reader will be
surprised to hear the Clerigo's authority for this deplorable
narrative. It is Juan Bono himself. "From his own mouth I heard
that which I write." Juan Bono acknowledged that never in his life
had he met with the kindness of father or mother but in the island
of Trinidad. "Well, then, man of perdition, why did you reward them
with such ungrateful wickedness and cruelty?"--"On my faith, padre,
because they (he meant the Auditors) gave me for destruct