Atahualpa was the "last of the Incas." He was the chief of the Indian nation of Peru, in South America, when the first white men arrived there more than four hundred years ago. Less than forty years after Columbus discovered America, the Spanish general Pizarro marched into Peru with his soldiers.
Atahualpa was the "last of the Incas." He was the chief of the Indian nation of Peru, in South America, when the first white men arrived there more than four hundred years ago. Less than forty years after Columbus discovered America, the Spanish general Pizarro marched into Peru with his soldiers. They were received by the native Inca Indians in a most friendly way. When Pizarro reached Cajamarca, a beautiful city where Atahualpa had his palace, the Indians all gathered in a great square.
Atahualpa was asked to accept Christianity as his religion, and King Charles of Spain as his king. Atahualpa would do neither. Meanwhile Pizarro's soldiers had hidden themselves in the buildings and streets around the square. At a signal from Pizarro, the soldiers opened fire on Atahualpa and the three or four thousand Incas in the square. The Indians, unarmed, were slaughtered. Atahualpa was taken prisoner and held for a hugeransom, a "roomful of gold and silver.'' He paid the ransom, but Pizarro did not keep his promise and condemned Atahualpa to death. He was strangled on August 29, 15 3 With Atahualpa died the Peruvian Empire of the Incas.
Spiders In The Garden
Watching for their prey in the centre of a radiating geometrical snare, we often find the garden spiders. The beauty of their vertical orb-webs and the large size of these strikingly marked creatures always attract our attention during summer strolls.
Jack & Jill The Vulture Twins
Probably this story of Jack and Jill, the Vulture Twins, would never have been written, if Betsy, Farmer Parsons' old brindle cow, had not refused to come up from the woods one night. But she wouldn't come, so Farmer Parsons had to go down after her.
At Home With Mr. Burroughs
Youth still peered out at me in spite of his crowning thatch of silvery hair when I first met John Burroughs in 1904. As we walked together on our way to his rustic little house in the woods called "Slab-sides,"
