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N | == Fo@ ty 3 p eee L| . ot aod J LA] Ps F | ae. ‘or of oO? 09S ae : i . \ is zi 004 008 re 00 e001 oOft 9071 So ONES i, Deas: A f YB yoni 00 ol 0 of oor 00S 00 00f ce) 006 0 oolt o0¢l ofEl 30S Spates 0S | ait J bo fy r o <0 \ or *tm, ; : S04, : N p So Up. om ae Me j PINPIRA ‘ Py “p,' 5 rea A %, % ks amis, 2 g Oy ° & ¢ ‘ OjoBuy ‘ BOY lPuer heoy uey'uD, 2% S ( © Fuorsdaauo0y Oapraaquoyy 2% a? = pooung, ©} oun Ebi asor ues tye ah ft ~ PREFACE Two purposes have dominated the writing of this book. I have sought, in the first place, to present an account of present-day Latin America which would emphasize the community of ideals that exists between the nations of the South and Canada and the United States to the North. A great many historical factors enter in to account for the fact that to many North Americans the Republics of Latin America appear to be back- ward, unstable, and of doubtful trustworthiness. An accurate account of present-day Latin America is the only effective antidote for that particular poison. In the present volume, therefore, I have sought to present a picture of these great Re- publics in terms that North Americans can under- stand and appreciate. As a second purpose, I have endeavored to indicate the fundamental place of Evangelical Christianity in the new and vital life that is stirring in Latin America. Evangelical Christi- anity has a great part to play in molding the post-war life of these republics. But that place, in Latin America, is not unique, save in so far as the Christian contribution around the world is unique. I have sought, therefore, to indicate that at the base of the new Latin America there must be built this Evangelical faith—in precisely the Vil Preface same way that I believe such faith must be built into the foundations of every nation that is struggling to reshape its life since the War. Looking Ahead with Latin America is a study book for young people. I have not written it ‘‘to young people.’? The accounts presented here of the tides of thought that are moving in the South have been written as matters of vital im- portance. It is my belief that—so long as they are kept vital—young people will be interested in these developments, sometimes even more earnestly than their elders. In the preparation of this volume the work done by Mr. W. Reginald Wheeler, Secretary of the Board of Foreign Missions of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S. A., in assembling a vast amount of material touching every phase of the life in Latin America has been of inestimable value. Mr. Wheeler, prevented from writing the book because of ill health, placed the data which he had gathered at my disposal, and I wish to express to him my very great indebtedness for that help. STANLEY HIGH New York 1925 I Conquistadores of the New World Tus history of the discovery and conquest of the Americas is a romance of Old World dream- ers and gay adventurers; of scientists, alter- nately scoffed at and revered, plotting maps and reading stars; of kings and queens in search of richer kingdoms; of sailors out for spoils, and priests for converts; and merchants seeking gold and silks and spices. To follow this romance leads one to royal audience rooms—tapestried and dazzling; down cobbled streets, along fish- fragrant waterfronts to harbors where fragile ships bob at their anchors and fishermen, in the early morning, work with the nets. Its further course lies out beyond the bound- aries of maps and charts into an unknown vast- ness of sky and sea, and of stars, at night; of vicious winds and rain and sea-green waves that put the decks awash; of strange birds and drift- ing seaweed; through the Ancients’ Heaven and Hell into a New World. And then the story of discovery becomes, also, a tale of conquest. Strange tribes are met and, as the case requires, conciliated or vanquished. Flags are planted, new Empires claimed and new Kingdoms of the Cross staked out. The thin 9 Looking Ahead with Latin America thread that Columbus drew between the Old World and the New becomes a brilliant fabric woven by countless ships and dauntless men. Into the pattern of that fabric go all the passions of the ages—the lust for gold and the lust for power; the love of adventure and the ruthless piety; and later the flaming zeal for religious and political freedom. And bound inseparably in the warp and woof of this fabric of discovery and conquest are the two Americas—North and South. The same pas- sions and loyalties and the same adventuring led to the conquering of both continents. For good or ill, the early history of the Americas is woven together in this single pattern of romance. And in this twentieth century, for good or for ill, the destiny of these two Americas is still closely intertwined. In the cabin of Columbus, on his voyage of dis- covery, there sailed Martino Sanchez, a lad still in his teens, whose father served His Most Chris- tian Majesty, King Ferdinand of Spain. Mar- tino, though no sailor, was sent forth with the blessing of the King himself, to watch over the Admiral who bore the flag of Spain. It was on the third day of August, 1492, that the little fleet of caravels set sail from the har- bor of Palos, a short way to the north of the 10 Conquistadores of the New World Spanish city of Cadiz. Three ships—the Pinta, the Nina, and the Santa Maria—comprised the squadron. And toy vessels they were, too. The Santa Maria, the flagship and largest of the three, was but ninety feet in length, with a twenty- foot beam, and she carried a crew of fifty-two. Any one of the three, doubtless, could be con- veniently stowed away in the hold of a twentieth- century liner. But to Martino, as he stood on the deck of the Maria, watching the Spanish coast drop down the horizon, they were glorious vessels—craft of con- quest and emblems of the majesty of Spain. It was near sunset and a stiff land breeze was blow- ing. The sun, lingering above the sea, shot rays of gold into the topsail of the Santa Mara and shone upon the flag of Ferdinand and Isabella flying above it. Ahead, the square-sailed Pinta— the fleetest craft of the three—was leading this merry race into the Unknown. Aft, somewhat lumbering, came the Nina. Martino’s eyes shone. Behind him lay the drab Old World. Ahead was mystery—the Great Ad- venture—he knew not what. The sun fell over the ocean’s rim. Whitecaps spotted the sea ahead. A wave rode into the Mara. Spray dashed the deck where Martino stood. He dreamed no more. For all of a sudden he realized that he was hungry, and that things were ll Looking Ahead with Latin America stirring in the brick-made cooking galley half- way down the deck. More than two months later—October 5, to be exact—and the little fleet still headed into the west. A heavy sea was running. The three ships tossed like bits of cork from wave to wave. Mar- tino, his dark skin blackened. by the weeks at sea, was on deck.