{"id":21840,"date":"2025-05-01T22:57:20","date_gmt":"2025-05-02T02:57:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/?p=21840"},"modified":"2025-05-01T22:57:23","modified_gmt":"2025-05-02T02:57:23","slug":"horacio-quiroga-juan-darien","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/en\/short-stories\/horacio-quiroga-juan-darien\/21840\/","title":{"rendered":"Horacio Quiroga: Juan Dari\u00e9n"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Synopsis<\/strong>: “Juan Dari\u00e9n<\/em>” is a short story by Horacio Quiroga, published in La Naci\u00f3n<\/em> on April 25, 1920, and later compiled in El Desierto<\/em> (1924). It tells the story of a newborn tiger who, after losing his mother, is taken in by a woman who has lost her son and decides to raise him as her own. Thanks to the intervention of a magical snake, the animal takes on human form and grows into a boy named Juan Dari\u00e9n. Although he is kind and studious, his origins make him the target of prejudice and suspicion in the community, which is unwilling to accept what it does not understand.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Juan Dari\u00e9n<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

By Horacio Quiroga
(Full story)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Herein is told the tale of a tiger who was raised and educated among men and whose name was Juan Dari\u00e9n. Dressed in pants and a shirt he attended school for four years, and he did his lessons correctly even though he was a tiger from the jungle; this was possible because his body was that of a human being, in accordance with what is told in the following lines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once upon a time, at the beginning of autumn, a plague of smallpox that killed many people was visited upon a small village in a distant land. Brothers lost their little sisters, and infants who were just learning to walk were left with neither father nor mother. Mothers in turn lost their children, and one poor young widow woman herself carried her baby boy to be buried, the only thing she had in the world. When she returned to her home, she sat thinking about her child. And she murmured, \u201cGod should have had more compassion for me, but he has taken away my son. There may be angels in heaven, but my son doesn\u2019t know them. My poor little baby! I\u2019m the only person he ever knew.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Since she was sitting behind her house, facing a little gate, she could see the jungle as she gazed into the distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well now, in that jungle there were many ferocious animals that roared at nightfall and at dawn. And the poor woman, still sitting there, chanced to see in the darkness a tiny, hesitant creature coming through her gate, something that looked like a little cat with scarcely strength to walk. The woman bent down and picked up a little tiger, only a few days old, its eyes still unopened. And when the miserable little cub felt the touch of her hands, it purred with contentment because it was no longer alone. The woman held the little enemy of man at arm\u2019s length for a long while, the small defenseless beast she could so easily have destroyed. But she stood pensively considering the helpless cub that had come from heaven knows where and whose mother was surely dead. Without thinking what she was doing she held the cub to her bosom and encircled him with her large hands. And the little tiger, feeling the warmth, sought a comfortable position, purred tranquilly, and fell asleep with his head pressed fast against the maternal breast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman, still pensive, entered the house. And for the remainder of the night, hearing the cub\u2019s whimpers of hunger and seeing his unopened eyes and how he sought her breast, she felt in her aching heart that in the supreme law of the Universe one life equals another. . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so she suckled the little tiger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cub was saved, and the mother had found enormous consolation. So great was this consolation that she considered with terror the moment when he would be taken from her forcibly, because if it came to be known in the village that she was suckling a wild thing they would surely kill the little creature. What should she do? The cub\u2014soft and affectionate as he played at her breast\u2014was now her own son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So these were the circumstances when one rainy night a man running by the woman\u2019s house heard the gruff wail that startles a human being even when it comes from a newly born beast. The man stopped abruptly and knocked on the door while he groped for his revolver. The mother had heard the steps, and, wild with anxiety, she ran to hide the little tiger in the garden. But such was her good fortune that, as she tried to open the back door, she found herself standing before a gentle, wise old serpent who was barring her way. The hapless woman was about to scream with terror when the serpent spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo not fear, woman,\u201d it said to her. \u201cYour mother\u2019s heart led you to save a life from the Universe where all lives have the same value. But men will not understand you, and they will wish to kill your new son. Never fear; go in peace. From this moment your son will have human form; he will never be recognized as a beast. Shape his heart; teach him to be good, as you are, and he will never know he is not a man. Unless . . . unless a mother among men shall accuse him; unless a mother demands that he pay with his blood what you have given to him, your son will always be worthy of you. Go in peace, mother, and hurry; the man is breaking down your door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the woman believed the serpent, because in all man\u2019s religions the serpent knows the mysteries of the lives of those who people the world. So she ran to open the door, and the enraged man with a revolver in his hand entered and searched through the house without finding anything. When he left, the mother tremblingly opened her rebozo where she had hidden the little tiger in her bosom, and in the place of the cub she saw a baby boy sleeping peacefully. Overcome with happiness, she cried silently a long while over her savage son suddenly become a human, tears of gratitude that twelve years later the same boy would repay in blood on her grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time passed. The new boy needed a name: she called him Juan Dari\u00e9n. He needed food, clothes, and shoes: she worked night and day to provide for all his needs. She was still very young, and she could have married again if she had wished, but her son\u2019s deep love sufficed, a love she returned with all her heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n was truly worthy of being loved; he was noble, good, and generous like no other. For his mother, particularly, he had profound veneration. He never lied. (Perhaps because at heart he was a wild being? It is possible, since it is still not known what effect purity of soul imbibed at the breast of a saintly woman may have on a newly born animal.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was Juan Dari\u00e9n. And he went to school with children of his age who often teased him because of his shyness and his coarse hair. Juan Dari\u00e9n was not extremely intelligent, but he compensated for this by his great love for study.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So things went, but, when the child was not quite ten years old, his mother died. Juan Dari\u00e9n suffered more than can be told, until time finally softened his pain. But from that time forward he was a sad child whose only desire was to instruct himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now there is something we must confess: Juan Dari\u00e9n was not loved in the village. People in isolated jungle villages do not like boys who are too generous and who study with all their hearts. He was, besides, the best pupil in the school. And this situation precipitated the denouement of our story with an event that confirmed the serpent\u2019s prophecy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village was preparing to celebrate a great festival, and the people had ordered fireworks from a distant city. Since an inspector was coming to observe the classes, the school children were being given a general review. When the inspector arrived, the schoolmaster had him question the best pupil of all: Juan Dari\u00e9n. Juan was the student who always excelled, but in the emotion of the moment, he stammered and a strange sound tied his tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The inspector observed the pupil a long while, then spoke in a low voice to the schoolmaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho is that boy? Where did he come from?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHis name is Juan Dari\u00e9n,\u201d the schoolmaster replied, \u201cand he was raised by a woman who is dead now, but no one knows where he came from.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVery strange, very strange,\u201d the inspector murmured, observing the coarse hair and the greenish reflection in Juan Dari\u00e9n\u2019s eyes when he stood in the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The inspector knew that there are stranger things in the world than any man can invent, and at the same time he knew that simply by asking Juan Dari\u00e9n questions he would never be able to find out if the pupil had once been what he feared: a wild animal. But as there are men who in special states remember things that have happened to their grandfathers, it was also possible that under hypnotic suggestion Juan Dari\u00e9n might remember his life as a savage beast. And children who read this and don\u2019t know what that means can ask some grown-up persons about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For this purpose, then, the inspector stepped upon the platform and spoke as follows: \u201cWell, children. Now I want one of you to describe the jungle for us. You have been brought up almost in the jungle and you know it well. What is the jungle like? What happens in it? This is what I want to know. Let\u2019s see, you,\u201d he added, pointing at random to a pupil. \u201cCome up to the platform and tell us what you have seen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The child went up, and, although he was frightened, he talked for a while. He said that there are gigantic trees in the forest and climbing vines and little flowers. When he concluded, another child went to the platform, and then another. And, although they all knew the jungle very well, they responded in the same way, because children, and many adults, do not tell what they have seen<\/em> but what they have read<\/em> about what they have seen. And finally the inspector said, \u201cNow it\u2019s Juan Dari\u00e9n\u2019s turn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n said more or less what the others had said. But the inspector, placing his hand on his shoulder, exclaimed, \u201cNo, no. I want you to remember exactly what you have seen. Close your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood,\u201d the inspector continued. \u201cTell me what you see in the jungle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n, his eyes still closed, hesitated a moment before answering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t see anything,\u201d he said finally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSoon you will see. Let\u2019s pretend it\u2019s three o\u2019clock in the morning, a little before dawn. We have just eaten, let\u2019s say. We are in the jungle . . . in the dark. . . . In front of us there is a small stream. What do you see?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a moment Juan Dari\u00e9n was silent. And in the classroom and in the nearby jungle there was also a great silence. Suddenly Juan Dari\u00e9n shivered, and in a slow voice, as if he were dreaming, he said, \u201cI see rocks going by, and bending branches. . . . And the ground. . . . And I see dry leaves flattened on the rocks. . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOne moment!\u201d the inspector interrupted him. \u201cThe rocks and the leaves going by, how high are they?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The inspector asked this because if Juan Dari\u00e9n were truly \u201cseeing\u201d what he had been doing in the jungle as a wild animal going to drink after eating, he would also see that a crouching tiger or panther, as he approaches the river, sees the rocks at eye level. And he repeated, \u201cHow high are the rocks?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And Juan Dari\u00e9n, still with his eyes closed, replied, \u201cThey are on the ground. . . . They graze your ears. . . . And the loose leaves move with your breath. . . . And I feel the dampness of mud on my . . .\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n\u2019s voice stopped short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d the inspector asked in a firm voice. \u201cWhere do you feel the dampness?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn my whiskers,\u201d Juan Dari\u00e9n said in a hoarse voice, opening his eyes, frightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dusk was falling, and through the window one could see nearby the already gloomy jungle. The students didn\u2019t understand how terrible that revelation had been, but neither did they laugh about the extraordinary whiskers of Juan Dari\u00e9n, who had no whiskers at all. They didn\u2019t laugh, because the child\u2019s face was pale and anxious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Class was over. The inspector was not an evil man, but, like all men who live very close to the jungle, he had a blind hatred of tigers, which was why he confided to the schoolmaster in a low voice:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJuan Dari\u00e9n must be killed. He is a beast of the jungle, possibly a tiger. We must kill him because if we don\u2019t, sooner or later he will kill all of us. Up till now his beast\u2019s wickedness has not been awakened, but it will explode some day, and then he will devour us all if we allow him to live among us. We must, then, kill him. The difficulty is that we can\u2019t do it as long as he has human form, because we cannot prove that he is a tiger. He looks like a man, and with men one must proceed with caution. I know there is a wild animal tamer in the city. Let us send for him, and he will find a way to make Juan Dari\u00e9n return to his tiger\u2019s body. And even if he can\u2019t convert him into a tiger, people will believe us and cast him into the jungle. Let us send for the tamer immediately before Juan Dari\u00e9n escapes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the last thing Juan Dari\u00e9n was thinking of was escape, because he was not aware that anything was happening at all. How could he doubt he was a man when he had never felt anything but love for other people and didn\u2019t even hate harmful animals?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the word was spreading from mouth to mouth and Juan Dari\u00e9n began to suffer its effect. People didn\u2019t answer when he spoke to them; they withdrew hastily at his approach; and at night they followed him at a distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with me? Why do they treat me this way?\u201d Juan Dari\u00e9n asked himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And not only did they flee from him, but also small boys shouted at him, \u201cGet out of here. Go back where you came from! Go away!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grownups and elder people were no less hostile than the young boys. Who knows what would have happened if on the very afternoon of the festival the eagerly awaited animal tamer had not at last arrived. Juan Dari\u00e9n was in his house preparing the meager soup he had for supper when he heard the shouting of people rushing toward his house. Scarcely had he time to go out to see what it was before they seized him and dragged him to the animal tamer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHere he is!\u201d they shouted, shaking him. \u201cThis is the one! He\u2019s a tiger! We don\u2019t want to know anything about tigers! Strip away his man-form and we\u2019ll kill him!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the boys, the fellow pupils whom he most loved, and even the old people, shouted, \u201cHe\u2019s a tiger! Juan Dari\u00e9n will devour us! Kill Juan Dari\u00e9n!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n\u2014he was only a child of twelve\u2014wept and protested as the blows rained down upon him. But at this moment the crowd parted and the animal tamer in his red jacket and his high patent leather boots, with his whip in his hand, appeared before Juan Dari\u00e9n. The tamer stared at him and firmly grasped the handle of his whip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAha!\u201d he exclaimed. \u201cI recognized you all right! You can fool everyone except me! I see you, son of a tiger. Beneath your shirt I see the tiger stripes! Take off your shirt! Bring the hunting dogs! We\u2019ll soon see whether the dogs recognize you as a man or as a tiger!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a second they had torn off all Juan Dari\u00e9n\u2019s clothes and thrown him into a cage for wild beasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLoose the dogs. Now!\u201d the animal tamer said. \u201cAnd commend yourself to your jungle gods, Juan Dari\u00e9n!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And four ferocious dogs trained for hunting tigers were flung into the cage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The animal tamer did this because dogs always recognize the scent of a tiger. He knew that their hunting dogs\u2019 eyes would see the tiger stripes hidden beneath the man-skin and, as soon as they smelled Juan Dari\u00e9n without his man\u2019s clothes, they would tear him to pieces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the only thing the dogs saw in Juan Dari\u00e9n was the good boy who loved even harmful animals. And they wagged their tails gently when they smelled him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDevour him! He\u2019s a tiger. Go! Go!\u201d they shouted to the dogs. And the dogs barked madly and leaped around the cage, not knowing what to attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The test had not produced any results.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVery well,\u201d the tamer exclaimed then. \u201cThese are bastard dogs, tiger-breed. They don\u2019t recognize him. But I recognize you, Juan Dari\u00e9n, and now<\/em> we\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And saying this, he entered the cage and raised his whip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTiger!\u201d he cried. \u201cYou\u2019re a tiger, but you\u2019re facing a man now. I can see your tiger stripes under that man-skin you\u2019ve stolen! Show your stripes!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he struck Juan Dari\u00e9n\u2019s body with a ferocious blow from his whip. The poor naked creature howled with pain, while the crowd, inflamed, echoed, \u201cShow your tiger stripes!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cruel torture proceeded for a while, but I don\u2019t want the children listening to me to see any being tortured this way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease! I\u2019m dying,\u201d shouted Juan Dari\u00e9n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShow your stripes,\u201d they replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, no! I\u2019m a man! Ahh, Mama!\u201d the unhappy child sobbed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShow your stripes,\u201d they replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally the torture ended. In a corner in the back of the cage, devastated, lay the little bleeding body of the child who had been Juan Dari\u00e9n. He was still alive, and he could still walk when they pulled him out, but he was suffering more than anyone will ever know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They pulled him from the cage, and, pushing him down the middle of the street, they drove him from the town. He was falling at every step, and behind him, pushing him, came children, women, and grown-up men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet out of here, Juan Dari\u00e9n! Go back to the jungle, son of a tiger. Heart of a tiger. Get out, Juan Dari\u00e9n!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And those who were at a distance and could not strike him threw rocks at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juan Dari\u00e9n collapsed, finally, his poor child\u2019s hands outstretched in appeal. And cruel destiny had it that a woman standing in the doorway of her home and holding an innocent babe in her arms misunderstood his gesture of supplication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe tried to steal my baby!\u201d the woman cried. \u201cHe stretched out his hands to kill him! He\u2019s a tiger! Let\u2019s kill him now, before he kills our children!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus spoke the woman. And in this way the serpent\u2019s prophecy was fulfilled: Juan Dari\u00e9n would die when a mother among men exacted the life and the man\u2019s heart that another mother had given him at her breast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No further accusation was necessary; the infuriated crowd was decided. Twenty hands holding stones were raised to crush Juan Dari\u00e9n when, from the rear, the tamer\u2019s hoarse voice ordered, \u201cLet\u2019s brand him with stripes of fire! Let\u2019s burn him along with the fireworks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was already late, and by the time they arrived at the plaza the darkness had settled. In the plaza they had erected a huge fireworks display with wheels and crowns and Bengal lights. They tied Juan Dari\u00e9n to the top and set a match to one edge. A fiery thread raced up and down, lighting the entire display. And on high, amidst the fixed stars and the gigantic many-colored wheels, one could see the sacrifice of Juan Dari\u00e9n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is your last day as a man, Juan Dari\u00e9n!\u201d they all clamored. \u201cShow your stripes!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cForgive me, forgive me!\u201d the creature cried, writhing among the sparks and the clouds of smoke. The yellow, red, and green wheels whirled dizzily, some to the right and some to the left. Jets of flames at the edges of the display outlined its great circumference, and Juan Dari\u00e9n writhed in the center, burned by the streams of sparks shooting across his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShow your stripes,\u201d they continued to roar below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo! Forgive me! I am a man!\u201d the miserable creature still had time to cry out. After a new wave of fire one could see that his body was shaking convulsively; his moans were taking on a deeper, harsher timbre, and little by little his body was changing form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a savage yell of triumph the crowd finally could see the parallel, black, and fatal stripes of the tiger appearing beneath the human skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The atrocious act of cruelty was finished; they had achieved what they desired. On high, instead of a creature innocent of all blame, there was only the body of a tiger roaring in his death agony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Bengal lights were also fading. One last shower of sparks from a dying wheel reached the rope which bound the wrists (no: the paws of the tiger, for Juan Dari\u00e9n was no more), and the body fell heavily to the ground. The crowd dragged it to the edge of the jungle, abandoning it there for the jackals to devour the body and its beast\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the tiger had not died. With the cool of the night it revived, and in the grip of horrible torment it dragged itself deep into the jungle. For a whole month it kept to its refuge in the darkest part of the jungle, waiting with a beast\u2019s somber patience for its wounds to heal. Finally they all closed except one that would not heal, a deep burn in its side that the tiger covered with large leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For from his previous existence the tiger had retained three things: a vivid memory of the past, the ability to use its hands (which it used like a man), and a language. But in every other way, it was absolutely and totally a beast, completely indistinguishable from other tigers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When at last it felt cured, it spread the word to the other tigers in the jungle to meet that very night at the edge of the great canebrake that bordered the cultivated lands of the villagers. As night fell it set out silently for the village. On the outskirts the tiger climbed a tree and for a long time waited motionless. It saw pass beneath him, without even bothering to look, pitiful women and exhausted laborers of miserable aspect, until finally it saw a man in high boots and a red jacket coming down the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the tiger gathered itself to spring, not a single branch moved. It leaped upon the animal tamer; with one slap of its paw it knocked the man unconscious; grasping his belt in its teeth, the tiger carried him unharmed to the great canebrake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There, among canes so tall they obscured the ground from which they rose, the jungle tigers were pacing in the dark, their eyes like brilliant moving lights. The man was still unconscious. The tiger said, \u201cBrothers, for twelve years I lived among men, like a man. And I am a tiger. Perhaps what I am about to do will erase that stain. Brothers, tonight I break the last tie that binds me to the past.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After saying this, the tiger grasped the still-unconscious man in its mouth and climbed to the highest point in the canebrake, where it left him tied between two bamboos. Then it set fire to some dry leaves on the ground, and soon a crackling blaze arose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The frightened beasts retreated before the fire, but the tiger said to them, \u201cPeace, brothers!\u201d And they were calmed and, with their front paws crossed, stretched out on their bellies to watch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The canebrake burned like an enormous fireworks display. The cane exploded like bombs, and the escaping gases crisscrossed like slim, brightly colored arrows. The flames ascended in swift muted puffs, leaving livid empty spaces; and at the summit, where the fire had not yet reached, the cane swayed, curling in the heat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the man, touched by the flames, had regained consciousness. He saw the tigers below with their reddish eyes raised toward him, and he understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cForgive me, forgive me,\u201d he howled, twisting and turning. \u201cI beg forgiveness for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No one answered. The man then felt he had been abandoned by God, and he cried with all his soul, \u201cForgive me, Juan Dari\u00e9n!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he heard this, Juan Dari\u00e9n raised its head and coldly said, \u201cThere is no one here called Juan Dari\u00e9n. I do not know Juan Dari\u00e9n. That is a man\u2019s name, and here we are all tigers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And turning toward its companions, as if it did not understand, it asked, \u201cIs any one of you named Juan Dari\u00e9n?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But now the flames were blazing high as the sky. And among the pointed Bengal lights shooting through the wall of flame could be seen a burning, smoking, black body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll soon be with you, brothers,\u201d said the tiger. \u201cBut there is still something I must do.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And once again it set out toward the village, followed, unnoticed, by the tigers. It stopped before a poor, sad garden, leaped over the wall, and, after passing by many stones and crosses, came to a halt before an unadorned piece of land where the woman it had called mother for eight years lay buried. The tiger knelt\u2014it knelt like a man\u2014and for a moment there was silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMother!\u201d the tiger finally murmured with profound tenderness. \u201cOnly you among all humans recognized the sacred right to life that belongs to every being in the Universe. Only you recognized that man and tiger are different only in their hearts. You taught me to love, to understand, and to forgive. Mother! I am sure you hear me. I am your son forever, no matter what happens in the future, but yours<\/em> only. Good-by, dear mother!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when the tiger rose, it saw the reddish eyes of its brothers observing it from behind the adobe wall, and once again it joined them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At this moment from the depths of the night the warm wind carried to them the sound of a shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is from the jungle,\u201d the tiger said. \u201cIt is men. They are hunting and killing and slaughtering.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning then toward the village illuminated in the reflection of the burning jungle, it exclaimed, \u201cHeartless and unredeemed race! Now it is my<\/em> turn!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And returning to the tomb where it had just prayed, the tiger tore the dressing from its wound with a sweep of its paw, and on the cross which bore its mother\u2019s name, with its own blood, wrote in large letters<\/p>\n\n\n\n

AND
JUAN DARI\u00c9N<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow we are at peace,\u201d it said, and directing with its brothers a roar of defiance toward the terrified village, it concluded, \u201cNow, to the jungle! And a tiger forever!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE END<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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