Lantaro The Boy Hero Of The Araucanians


The river Biobio, in Southern Chili, was for centuries the boundary

between liberty and oppression in South America. South of it lay the land

of the Araucanians, that brave and warlike people who preserved their

independence against the whites, the only Indian nation in America of

which this can be said. Valorous and daring as were the American Indians,

their arms and their arts were those of the savage, and the great

ultitude of them were unable to stand before the weapons and the

discipline of their white invaders. But such was not the case with the

valiant Araucanians. From the period of Almagro, the companion of Pizarro

and the first invader of Chili, down to our own days these bold Americans

fought for and retained their independence, holding the Biobio as their

national frontier, and driving army after army from their soil. Not until

1882 did they consent to become citizens of Chili, and then of their own

free will, and they still retain their native habits and their pride in

their pure blood.



The most heroic and intrepid of the Indian races, they defied the armies

of the Incas long before the Spaniards came, and the armies of the

Spaniards for centuries afterwards, and though they have now consented to

become a part of the Chilian nation, this has not been through conquest,

and they are as independent in spirit to-day as in the warlike years of

the past. Their hardy and daring character infects the whole of Chili, and

has given that little republic, drawn out like a long string between the

Andes and the sea, the reputation of being one of the most warlike and

unyielding of countries, while to its people has been applied the

suggestive title of "the Yankees of the South."



It would need a volume to tell the deeds of the heroes who arose in

succession to defend the land of Araucania from the arms of those who so

easily overturned the mighty empire of Peru. We shall, therefore, confine

ourselves to the exploits of one of the earliest of these, a youthful

warrior with a genius for war that might have raised him to the rank of a

great commander had not death early cut short his career. The second

Spaniard who attempted the conquest of this valiant people was Pedro de

Valdivia, the quartermaster of Pizarro, an able soldier, but one of those

who fancied that a handful of Spanish cavaliers were a match for the

strongest of the Indian tribes. He little knew the spirit of the race with

which he would have to deal.



Southward from Peru marched the bold Valdivia with two hundred Spaniards

at his back. With them as aids to conquest was brought a considerable

force of Peruvians; also priests and women, for he proposed to settle and

hold the land as his own after he had conquered it. Six hundred miles

southward he went, fighting the hostile natives at every step, and on the

14th of February, 1541, stopped and laid the foundations of a town which

he named St. Jago. This still stands as the modern Santiago, a city of

three hundred thousand souls.



We do not propose to tell the story of Valdivia's wars with the many

tribes of Chili. He was in that land nine years before his conquests

brought him to the Biobio and the land of the Araucanians, with whom alone

we are concerned. On the coast near the mouth of this river he founded a

new town, which he named Concepcion, and made this the basis of an

invasion of the land of the Araucanians, whom he proposed to subdue.



As it happened, the Araucanian leader at this time was a man with the body

of a giant and the soul of a dwarf. He timidly kept out of the way of the

Spaniards until they had overrun most of the country, built towns and

forts, and had reason to believe that the whole of Chili was theirs.

Valdivia went on founding cities until he had seven in all, and gave

himself the proud title of the Marquis of Arauco, fancying that he was

lord and master of the Araucanians. He was too hasty; Arauco was not yet

his.



A new state of affairs began when the Araucanians, disgusted with the

timid policy of their leader, chose a bolder man, named Caupolican, as

their toqui, or head chief. A daring and able man, the new toqui soon

taught the Spaniards a lesson. He began with an attack on their forts. At

one of these, named Arauco, the invaders had eighty Indians employed in

bringing them forage for their horses. The wily Caupolican replaced these

laborers by eighty of his own warriors, who hid their arms in the bundles

of hay they carried. On reaching the fort they were to attack the guards

and hold the gates till their ambushed comrades could come to their aid.



This device failed, the garrison attacking and driving back the

forage-bearers before Caupolican could reach the place. Foiled in this, he

made a fierce assault upon the fort, but the fire of eighty cannons proved

too much for Indian means of defence, and the assailants were forced to

draw back and convert their assault into a siege. This did not continue

long before the Spaniards found themselves in peril of starvation. Vainly

they sallied out on their assailants, who were not to be driven off; and

finally, hopeless of holding the fort, the beleaguered garrison cut its

way by a sudden night attack through the besieging lines and retired to

the neighboring fort of Puren. A similar result took place at another fort

called Tucapel, its garrison also seeking a refuge at Puren.



When news of these events reached Valdivia, he saw that his conquests were

in peril, and at once set out for the seat of war with all his forces,

amounting to about two hundred Spaniards and four or five thousand

Indians. A small party of cavalry were despatched in advance to

reconnoitre the enemy, but they were all killed by the Araucanians and

their heads were hung on roadside trees as a warning to their approaching

comrades. This gruesome spectacle had much of the effect intended. On

seeing it many of the Spaniards were dismayed and clamored to return. But

Valdivia insisted on advancing, and on the 3d of December, 1553, the two

armies came in sight of each other at Tucapel.



Valdivia soon found that he had no ordinary Indians to deal with. These

were not of the kind that could be dispersed by a squadron of cavalry. A

fierce charge was made on his left wing, which was cut to pieces by the

daring warriors of Caupolican. The right wing was also vigorously

attacked. But the artillery and musketry of the Spaniards were mowing down

the ranks of the Araucanians, whose rude war-clubs and spears were

ill-fitted to cope with those death-dealing weapons. Driven back, and

hundreds of them falling, they returned with heroic courage three times to

the assault. But at length the slaughter became too great to bear and the

warriors were ready to flee in dismay.



At this critical moment the first great hero of the Araucanians appeared.

He was a boy of only sixteen years of age, a mere lad, who some time

before had been captured by Valdivia, baptized, and made his page. But

young as he was, he loved his country ardently and hated the invaders with

a bitter hate, and it was this youthful hero who saved the day for his

countrymen and snatched victory out of defeat.



Leaving the Spanish ranks at the moment the Araucanians were shrinking in

dismay, he rushed into their ranks, called loudly on them to turn, accused

them of cowardice, and bade them to face their foes like men. Seizing a

lance, he charged alone on the Spaniards, calling on his countrymen to

follow him. Inspired by his example and his cries, the Araucanians charged

with such fury that the ranks of the Spaniards and their allies were

broken, and they were cut down until the whole force was annihilated. It

is said that of the entire expedition only two Indians escaped.



Valdivia, who had retired with his chaplain to pray, on seeing the fortune

of war turning against him, was seized by a party of the victors and

brought before Caupolican. The dismayed captive begged the chief for his

life, promising to leave Chili with all his Spaniards. Seeing Lantaro, his

late page, he asked him to intercede with the chief, and this the generous

boy did. But the Araucanians had little faith in Spanish promises, and an

old warrior who stood near ended the matter by raising his war-club and

dashing out the captive's brains. Thus tragically ended the career of one

of the least cruel of the Spanish conquerors. He paid the penalty of his

disdain of Indian courage.



Lantaro, the boy hero, had the blood of chiefs in his veins, and was

endowed by nature with beauty of person, nobleness of character, and

intrepidity of soul. His people honored him highly in the festival with

which they celebrated their victory, and Caupolican appointed him his

special lieutenant, raising him to a rank in the army nearly equal to his

own.



There was fighting still to be done. The leader of the Spaniards was dead,

but he had left many behind him, and there were still strongholds in the

Indian country held by Spanish arms. On hearing of the terrible disaster

to their cause, the Spaniards hastily evacuated their forts beyond the

Biobio and retired to the towns of Imperial and Valdivia. Here they were

besieged by Caupolican, while Lantaro was given the difficult task of

defending the border-land about the frontier stream. The youthful general

at once fortified himself on the steep mount of Mariguenu, a fort made

very strong by nature.



Meanwhile, the two Indians who had escaped from Tucapel brought the news

of the disaster to Concepcion, filling the minds of the people with

terror. The tidings of an attack on a party of fourteen horsemen, of whom

seven were slain, added to the dismay. The fact that they were now dealing

with a foe to whom artillery and cavalry had lost their terrors was not

reassuring to the invaders of the land. Evidently their position was

hazardous; they must fight to win or retreat.



Villagrau, who was chosen to succeed Valdivia, decided to fight. With a

small army of Spaniards and a strong body of Indians he crossed the Biobio

and marched upon Lantaro and his men, ascending Mount Mariguenu to attack

the stronghold on its top.



Boy as Lantaro was, he showed the skill of an old soldier in dealing with

his well-armed foe. While the Spaniards were toiling up a narrow pass of

the mountain a strong force of Araucanians fell upon them, and for three

hours gave them as sharp a fight as they had yet encountered. Then the

Indians withdrew to the strong palisade, behind which Lantaro awaited the

foe.



Up the side of the steep mountain rode a party of Spanish horsemen, with

the purpose of forcing a passage, but near the summit they were met with

such a storm of arrows and other missiles that it became necessary to

support them with infantry and artillery. Lantaro, vigilant in the

defence, endeavored to surround the Spaniards with a body of his warriors,

but the success of this stratagem was prevented by the advance of

Villagrau to their support. The battle now grew hot, the artillery in

particular sweeping down the ranks of the Indians.



At this critical juncture Lantaro showed that he was a born captain.

Calling to him one of his officers, named Leucoton, he said, "You see

those thunder-tubes. It is from them our trouble comes. There is your

work. Do not dare show your face to me until you have made them your own."



Leucoton at once rushed forward with his company and fell in fury upon the

battery, driving back the gunners and capturing their cannon. This

successful charge was followed by Lantaro with a fierce attack on the

Spanish front, which broke their ranks, throwing them into confusion and

putting them to flight. The defeat was ruinous, three thousand of the

Spaniards and their allies being slain, while Villagrau was saved with

difficulty and at the risk of their lives by three of his men, who picked

him up where he lay wounded and carried him off on his horse.



In their flight the Spaniards had to traverse again the defile by which

they had ascended. Lantaro had sent men to obstruct it by felled trees,

and the few remaining Spaniards had a severe fight before they could

escape. The Araucanians pursued them to the Biobio, fatigue preventing

their following beyond that stream. The fugitives continued their flight

until Concepcion was reached, and here the old men and women were speedily

sent north in ships, while the other inhabitants fled from the city in a

panic, and started for Santiago by land. All their property was left, and

the victors found a rich prize when they entered the city. Lantaro, after

destroying the place, returned home, to be greeted with the acclamations

of his people.



We must deal more rapidly with the remaining events of the boy hero's

career. Some time after this defeat the Spaniards attempted to rebuild

Concepcion, but while thus employed they were attacked and defeated by

Lantaro, who pursued them through the open gates of their fortress and

took possession of the stronghold, the people again fleeing to the woods

and the ships in the harbor. Once more burning the city, Lantaro withdrew

in triumph.



The "Chilian Hannibal," as Lantaro has been with much justice called, now

advanced against Santiago with six hundred picked men, as an aid to

Caupolican in his siege of Imperial and Valdivia. Reaching the country of

the Indian allies of the Spanish, the youthful general laid it waste. He

then fortified himself on the banks of the Rio Claro and sent out spies

into the country of the enemy. At the same time a body of Spanish horsemen

were sent from the city to reconnoitre the position of their enemies, but

they were met and driven back in dismay, being severely handled by the

Araucanians. The news of their repulse filled the people of Santiago with

consternation.



Villagrau being ill, he despatched his son Pedro against Lantaro, and

ordered the roads leading to the city to be fortified. Young Pedro proved

no match for his still younger but much shrewder opponent. When the

Spaniards attacked him, Lantaro withdrew as if in a panic, the Spaniards

following tumultuously into the fortifications. Once inside, the Indians

turned on them and cut them down so furiously that none but the horsemen

escaped.



Three times Pedro attacked Lantaro, but each time was repulsed. The young

Spanish leader then withdrew into a meadow, while Lantaro encamped on a

neighboring hill, with the design in mind of turning the waters of a

mountain stream on Pedro's camp. Fortunately for the latter, a spy

informed him of the purpose to drown him out, and he hastily retired to

Santiago.



Villagrau had now got well again, and relieved his son of the task which

had proved too much for him. At the head of a strong force, he took a

secret route by the sea-shore, with the purpose of surprising the

Araucanian camp. At daybreak the cries of his sentinels aroused Lantaro to

the impending danger, and he sprang up and hurried to the side of his

works to observe the coming enemy. He had hardly reached there when an

arrow from the bow of one of the Spanish allies pierced him with a mortal

wound, and the gallant boy leader fell dead in the arms of his followers.



A fierce combat followed, the works being stormed and the fight not ending

till none of the Araucanians remained alive. The Spaniards then withdrew

to Santiago, where for three days they celebrated the death of their foe;

while his countrymen, dismayed by his fall, at once abandoned the siege of

the invested cities and returned home.



A remarkable career was that of this young captain, begun at sixteen and

ending at nineteen. History presents no rival to his precocious military

genius, though in the centuries of war for independence in his country

many older heroes of equal fame and daring arose for the defence of their

native land against the Spanish foe.



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