the Portuguese inquisitor, the Governor of Buenos Aires, and the Baron, they fell asleep on moss. On awaking they felt that they could not move; for during the night the Oreillons, who inhabited that country, and to whom the ladies had denounced them, had bound them with cords made of the bark of trees. They were encompassed by fifty naked Oreillons, armed with bows and arrows, with clubs and flint hatchets. Some were making a large cauldron boil, others were preparing spits, and all cried:
“A Jesuit! a Jesuit! we shall be revenged, we shall have excellent cheer, let us eat the Jesuit, let us eat him up!”
“I told you, my dear master,” cried Cacambo sadly, “that those two girls would play us some ugly trick.”
Candide seeing the cauldron and the spits, cried:
“We are certainly going to be either roasted or boiled. Ah! what would Master Pangloss say, were he to see how pure nature is formed? Everything is right, may be, but I declare it is very hard to have lost Miss Cunégonde and to be put upon a spit by Oreillons.”
Cacambo never lost his head.
“Do not despair,” said he to the disconsolate Candide, “I understand a little of the jargon of these people, I will speak to them.”
“Be sure,” said Candide, “to represent to them how frightfully inhuman it is to cook men, and how very unchristian.”
“Gentlemen,” said Cacambo, “you reckon you are today going to feast upon a Jesuit. It is all very well, nothing is more unjust than thus to treat your enemies. Indeed, the law of nature teaches us to kill our neighbour, and such is the practice all over the world. If we do not accustom ourselves to eating them, it is because we have better fare. But you have