to the misterious happenings in my former story, nobody else
dared to come close to the "Enchanted Mountain" .
Many years after the vanishing of friar Bartolomeu, a certain
Captain Manoel Fernandes Corrêa established a beautiful ranch
on the Praia Dura beach. One day, , Alice, Captain Correa's
only daughter,went hunting in the vicinities. Seeing herself
far from her fathers severe eyes, looking at that
outstandingly beautiful scenario that unraveled itself before
her virginal eyes, she inadvertently lost herself within the
thickets . Suddenly an unexplainable sense of fear crossed
that body of half an angel and half a woman. She ran, shouted
, felt the strenght leaving her body and thorns tearing at her
alabastrine skin. A last effort and she sunk unconscious to
At dusk, when the farm's bell
rang sadly calling the slaves from their work to a frugal
meal, Captain Correas despair over the disappearance of his
daughter was unspeakable . He ordered the assembling of the
black crowd and, for the first time in a suplicant and docile
manner, that mercyless Lord declared that he would grant
immediate freedom to the servant that would bring back his
beloved daughter Alice as fast as possible.
Knowing well his callous heart
only momentarily softened by the the disappearance of his
daughter , the slaves gave his words no credit, but, since
they worshipped Alice, an angelic and gentle child, they
fiercely became obsessed in finding her.
Without taking any food and
without hope for any kind of reward, each one went on his own
errand trying to become the first to kiss " Nina Alice's
" hand. Pedro, a powerful and robust slave suddenly
halted his stride. His mind stupefied by years of abuse tried
to remember his beloved woman and his two year old daughter
sold by his mercyless Lord as a punishment. He considered to
hide himself , going back the next day "without any news
about Alice" but... - Alice! - that name repelled the
idea of vengeance that was boiling in his simple minded but
good natured brain. He hated the father but worshipped the
daughter. His feelings overwhelmed anyting else. Drying the
tears that flowed over his ebony face, he resumed his search.
Tired, he stopped. He sat down
just a little to catch his breath, but soon was attracted by
the rustling noise of dried leaves followed by a muted moan
right near where he was. Getting cautiously closer he saw the
white silhouette of a woman barely visible in the darkness.
- Nina Alice! - shouted the
slave with his coarse and strong voice.
- Oh please save me! Get me
out of here... Who is it? My father? Light ... I want light...
Hours later, nestled in
Pedros's strong black arms , Alice was carried up the stairs
of the farms "Casa Grande".
The horrors of slavery ! On
the next day, Pedro exhausted by the efforts of that night was
moaning under whiplashes while tied to the stake because he
Alice, knowing what was happening to her saviour demanded from
her father what he had promised spontaneously on that night.
Free at last, Pedro kissed the little hands of his "Nina
Santa" and left without aim into the vicinities of the
Corcovado and there he built his little shack beside a small
whispering waterfall well near that misterious escarpment. The
adventure of "Father Pedro " went from mouth to
mouth. The black man always came to Ubatuba with small tubes
of bamboo filled with grtains of gold that he exchanged for
tobacco, cachaça and food supplies.
This news finally also arrived
at the ranch of Capitão Corrêa, who doubted what people were
saying but one day he saw by himself those barters. Filled
with envy and greed, he decided to put his hands on that gold.
One night, in company of his henchmen he went to Pedro's shack
and took him to his farm. No sooner they arrived, Pedro was
tortured to tell the whereabouts of his treasure.
- Mastah, .... Pedro can't
The whip shot across the
wrinckled face of the man cutting off his sentence. Then, new
tortures and terrible menaces until finally Pedro started to
tell his story in his nasal and broad accent so peculiar to
all black africans. He told them that he went to live on that
lonely patch of land where they caught him until one day he
learned that his beloved little white lady , mentor of his
freedom , had died. Back in his shack, a deep sadness opressed
his soul. Pedro stopped to hide a sob and dry a tear when the
- Go on Scoundrel !!!!
And Pedro shaking with fear
went on with his story .
At night he couldn't sleep, he said, always seeming to hear
far away the cristalline voice of his lady singing a lovely
melody. And then one night the door of his shack suddenly flew
open and he saw the diaphanous outline of a woman. It was
Alice! As if tied by invisible hands he couldn't move, but
clearly hear the visions voice saying:
- Pedro, one day you were my
saviour. I gave you your freedom but I know that you are
suffering in this exile wher my fathers cruelty has confined
you. Don't be afraid and listen. Not very far from here hidden
in the bowels of the earth there is a goldmine. It will be
yours under the condition that you never tell anyone about its
whereabouts. If you do so, the vengeance of the phantom that
protects that mine will fall on you, you hear?
- So be careful and now follow
- Goddamned Nigger - bellowed
the captain, open your mouth and tell me where it is !! Where
is that treasure??
- Mastah... it is beyond
And the sound of a heavy body
hitting the floor echoed through the great house . Pedro was
dead, dead before he could tell about the place of that
coveted treasure that still remains hidden in the vicinities
of the Corcovado. Pedro said so well:
- Nigger can't tell...
the book "Ubatuba - Lendas & Outras Estórias"
(Ubatuba-Legends & Other Stories)
written by Washington de Oliveira
authorized by the writer