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- Author: Kirk Munroe
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1419158449
- ISBN-13: 9781419158445
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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Excerpt from The White Conquerors: A Tale of Toltec and Aztec: Night had fallen on the island-city of Tenochtitlan, the capital of Anahuac, and the splendid metropolis of the Western world. The evening air was heavy with the scent of myriads of flowers which the Aztec people loved so well, and which their religion bade them cultivate in lavish profusion. From every quarter came the sounds of feasting, of laughter, and of music. The numerous canals of salt-water from the broad lake that washed the foundations of the city on all sides, were alive with darting canoes filled with gay parties of light-hearted revellers. In each canoe burned a torch of sweet-scented wood, that danced and flickered with the motions of the frail craft, its reflection broken by the ripples from hundreds of dipping paddles.
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- Author: Kirk Munroe
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1419158449
- ISBN-13: 9781419158445
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
Excerpt from The White Conquerors: A Tale of Toltec and Aztec: Night had fallen on the island-city of Tenochtitlan, the capital of Anahuac, and the splendid metropolis of the Western world. The evening air was heavy with the scent of myriads of flowers which the Aztec people loved so well, and which their religion bade them cultivate in lavish profusion. From every quarter came the sounds of feasting, of laughter, and of music. The numerous canals of salt-water from the broad lake that washed the foundations of the city on all sides, were alive with darting canoes filled with gay parties of light-hearted revellers. In each canoe burned a torch of sweet-scented wood, that danced and flickered with the motions of the frail craft, its reflection broken by the ripples from hundreds of dipping paddles.
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