8: The hunter

He lived in colonial times a man whose entertainment and daily trade was the "hunt." For him there were no profane or religious feasts; there was no meeting of friends or walks; nothing entertained him as much as going out to "hunt" deer at the touch of prayer, in the surrounding woods; borugos on the river bank among the guaduales; the guacos, chorolas, guacharacas and chilacoas in the mountains near the marshes, marshes and lagoons. The product of the hunt constituted the sustenance of the family and its only business.

In that hamlet they had a chapel where they celebrated the most solemn ceremonies of the religious calendar. It had low and wide windows that allowed to see the panorama and so that the air was the purifier of the environment in the great festivities.

The celebration of Holy Week came. The crowded faithful filled the chapel, listening attentively to the sermon of "the seven words". The parishioners were moved. The silence reigned ... the sobs of the repentant sinners and the blows of the chest were barely noticeable.

There the hunter was, in a reverent attitude, joining his prayers to those of the Minister of God, who in persuasive and laudatory elocution made them bow their heads respectfully.

Suddenly, as a satanic temptation, a small wind came in and made him raise his head and look towards the window. For her he saw, grazing in the meadow, a tame and beautiful deer. Wonderful! This was like a gift from heaven! It was within reach ... a few steps away. Quick went out through the crowd in the direction of his cabin.

The excitement of the discovery was so great that he did not remember the great moment that it means for Christians on Good Friday. He also did not notice the sacred moment of Christ's passion. He left with his shotgun and his dog in search of prey. Already the animal had advanced a few blocks towards the spring. The fawn being harassed stopped his ears and remained motionless, as if waiting for the man's attitude. When he saw it planted, he shot it, but at that moment the animal fled.

Dog and master followed the clues, they reached it and, when firing again, the same trick was performed. The feverish hunter measured neither time nor distance. He continued ... he continued ... he crossed plains, mountains, ravines, hills, cliffs, cliffs and mountains. He finally reached the mountain when the darkness of night dominated the earth.

The mountain opened its horrifying jaws ..! The hunter penetrated ... and never again came out of it. They say that the mountain devoured it.