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Methods in
Molecular Biology 1118
Kirill Alexandrov
Wayne A. Johnston Editors
Cell-Free
Protein
Synthesis
Methods and Protocols
METHODS IN M O L E C U L A R B I O LO G Y ™
Series Editor
John M. Walker
School of Life Sciences
University of Hertfordshire
Hatfield, Hertfordshire, AL10 9AB, UK
Edited by
Advances in Life Sciences and Biotechnology have historically relied on the ability to replicate
the building blocks of life in vitro, in order to elucidate their mode of action. Much bio-
technological progress in the last 40 years has been focused on developing more efficient
analysis and synthesis technologies for both DNA and proteins. However, while orders of
magnitude reduction in costs for DNA sequencing and synthesis was achieved during the
last decade, the throughput and cost of technologies for protein production and engineer-
ing have changed comparatively little.
Cell-free protein expression is a rapid and high-throughput methodology for conver-
sion of DNA-encoded genetic information into protein-mediated biochemical activities. It
holds the promise to narrow the technological gap between DNA and protein technologies
and provide a platform for broad application of synthetic biology principles in the Life
Sciences.
Cell-free technologies have developed in two opposite but complementary directions:
scale-up and miniaturization. Scale-up aims to produce preparative amounts of high-value
recombinant proteins rapidly and without involvement of a recombinant host.
Miniaturization aims to extract the most information out of the smallest amount of the
largest possible number of proteins or protein variants at the lowest possible cost.
Combination of both directions is expected to provide us with a powerful platform for
protein analysis, engineering, and manufacturing.
This book is aimed to bring together the key opinion leaders of cell-free technology
development and provide case studies and detailed protocols for application of cell-free
methodology. The book aims to cover the main directions in the development of cell-free
technologies including several recently developed cell-free systems. The book also presents
a number of applications of cell-free systems that range from discovery of biofuel enzymes
to in vitro assembly of viruses.
Target groups: Biochemists, bioengineers, biotechnologists, cell biologists, and chemical
and synthetic biologists.
v
Contents
Preface. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . v
Contributors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ix
vii
viii Contents
Errata . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E1
Index . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 309
Contributors
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x Contributors
CHRISTIAN ROOS • Centre for Biomolecular Magnetic Resonance, Institute for Biophysical
Chemistry, Goethe-University of Frankfurt/Main, Frankfurt/Main, Germany
YOSHIHIRO SHIMIZU • Laboratory for Cell-Free Protein Synthesis, Quantitative Biology
Center, RIKEN, Chuo-ku, Kobe, Hyogo, Japan
MIKAKO SHIROUZU • RIKEN Systems and Structural Biology Center, Tsurumi,
Yokohama, Japan
ANUP K. SINGH • Biotechnology and Bioengineering Department, Joint BioEnergy Institute,
Sandia National Laboratories, Livermore, CA, USA
JAE-KWANG SONG • Korea Research Institute of Chemical Technology, Daejeon, South Korea
TAKASHI SUZUKI • 1 Nishinokyo Kuwabaracho, Nakagyo, Kyoto, Japan
TAICHI E. TAKASUKA • Department of Biochemistry, University of Wisconsin, Madison,
WI, USA
ALEXANDER A. TOKMAKOV • RIKEN Systems and Structural Biology Center, Tsurumi,
Yokohama, Japan; Graduate School of Science, Kobe University, Nada, Japan; Research
Center for Environmental Genomics, Kobe University, Nada, Japan
TAKUYA UEDA • The Department of Medical Genome Sciences, Graduate School of Frontier
Sciences, The University of Tokyo, Kashiwanoha, Kashiwa, Chiba, Japan
KIRK A. VANDER MEULEN • Department of Biochemistry, University of Wisconsin,
Madison, WI, USA
MOTOAKI WAKIYAMA • RIKEN Systems and Structural Biology Center, Tsurumi,
Yokohama, Japan
JOHNNIE A. WALKER • Department of Biochemistry, University of Wisconsin, Madison,
WI, USA
XIAO WANG • Department of Pathology, Shandong University School of Medicine, Jinan,
People’s Republic of China
XIAONING WANG • School of Bioscience and Bioengineering, South China University of
Technology, Guangzhou, People’s Republic of China
SHIGEYUKI YOKOYAMA • RIKEN Systems and Structural Biology Center, Yokohama, Japan;
Department of Biophysics and Biochemistry, Graduate School of Science, The University of
Tokyo, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo, Japan
XRISTO ZÁRATE • Universidad Autonoma de Nuevo Leon, UANL, Facultad de Ciencias
Quimicas, Av. Universidad S/N, Ciudad Universitaria, San Nicolas de los Garza,
Nuevo Leon, Mexico
KONG-NAN ZHAO • UQ Centre for Clinical Research, The University of Queensland,
Herston, Brisbane, QLD, Australia; Institute of Molecular Virology and Immunology,
Wenzhou Medical College, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, People’s Republic of China
LIANG ZHAO • Division of Molecular Genetics and Development, Institute for Molecular
Bioscience, The University of Queensland, Brisbane, QLD, Australia
Chapter 1
Abstract
In this chapter, we describe the production and application of a eukaryotic cell-free expression system
based on Leishmania tarentolae. This single-celled flagellate allows straightforward and inexpensive culti-
vation in flasks or bioreactors. Unlike many other Leishmania species, it is nonpathogenic to humans and
does not require special laboratory precautions. An additional reason it is a convenient source organism for
cell-free lysate production is that all endogenous protein expression can be suppressed by a single antisense
oligonucleotide targeting splice leader sequence on the 5′-end of all protein coding RNAs. We describe
simple procedures for cell disruption and lysate processing starting from bioreactor culture. We also
describe introduction of genetic information via vectors containing species-independent translation initia-
tion sites (SITS). We consider that such an inexpensive eukaryotic cell-free production system has many
advantages when expressing multi-subunit proteins or difficult to express proteins.
Key words Leishmania tarentolae, Fluorophores, Nitrogen cavitation, Eukaryote, Bioreactors, SITS,
Overlap/extension PCR, mCherry, eGFP
1 Introduction
Kirill Alexandrov and Wayne A. Johnston (eds.), Cell-Free Protein Synthesis: Methods and Protocols, Methods in Molecular Biology,
vol. 1118, DOI 10.1007/978-1-62703-782-2_1, © Springer Science+Business Media, LLC 2014
1
2 Wayne A. Johnston and Kirill Alexandrov
2 Materials
Table 1
Nonspecific primers required for OE-PCR creation of cell-free expression templates
SITS 5′-GGGTTATTGTCTCATGAGCGGATACATATTTGAATGTATTTAGAAAAATAAA
fragment CAAATAGGGGTTCCGCGCACATTTCCCCGAAAAGTGCCACCTGACGTCTAAT
ACGACTCACTATAGGGACATCTTAAGTTTATTTTATTTTATTTTATTTTATTTTAT
TTTATTTTATTTTATTTTATTTTATTTTATTTAACCATGACAGTAATGTATAAAGT
CTGTAAAGACATTAAACACGTAAGTGA-3′
Primer-F2 5′-GGGTTATTGTCTCATGAGCGG-3′
3 Methods
3.2 Culture of Two methods are described for Leishmania lysate production
Leishmania for culture. Firstly, batch culture in 5 L culture flasks filled with 1 L
Cell-Free Lysate medium per flask and secondly, small-scale bioreactor culture (10 L
Production total or similar).
For batch culture in flasks, cultures are expanded into 10 × 1 L
flask and grown overnight (26.5 °C, 74 rpm agitation) for 14 h.
The target harvest cell density is approximately OD600 = 5.0 (cor-
responding to approximately 2.0 × 108 cells/mL). A suitable
inoculum cell density can be calculated from Monod growth kinet-
ics and a doubling time of 6 h at 26.5 °C (see Note 7).
For batch culture in bioreactors, inoculum density can be cal-
culated as above but with reduced doubling time of 9 h, to com-
pensate for slower growth at the altered temperature profile used.
Bioreactor parameters:
Aeration: 1vvm with compressed air, oxygen controller set to 10 %
of air saturation (see Note 8).
pH control: control pH to pH7.4 with 1 M HCl and 1 M NaOH
(see Note 9) added via automatic pumping (generally only acid
addition will be required).
Temperature control: maintain 26.5 °C for the first hour after
inoculation, then reduce temperature set point to 24 °C
(see Note 10).
Harvest time is predicted using the desired final biomass level (sug-
gested OD600 = 5.0) via formula, with bioreactor sampling to
verify actual reactor biomass close to predicted harvest time.
3.4 Construction of In vitro translation using the Leishmania cell-free extract requires
DNA Templates for preparation of template DNA with both the T7 promoter and
Coupled Transcription/ species-independent translation initiating sequence (SITS). The
Translation in the SITS (Fig. 1) includes a polymeric unstructured region upstream
Leishmania Cell-Free of the start codon and a three-hairpin structure downstream of the
System start codon. The SITS is analogous to the Internal Ribosome Entry
Site (IRES) in other cell-free systems. Although developed for the
Leishmania cell-free system, it is species independent and can be
used for expression in other pro- and eukaryotic cell-free protein
Production of Eukaryotic Cell-Free Lysate from Leishmania tarentolae 7
Fig. 1 Structure of SITS in mRNA. Template for this structure is appended to DNA
ORFS of interest for coupled transcription translation in the Leishmania cell-free
system
Fig. 2 Schematic representation of overlap/extension PCR construction of templates for Leishmania cell-free
expression
Table 2
OE-PCR reaction mixture
Table 3
OE-PCR reaction conditions
3.5 Expression and In the author’s laboratory, expression of target proteins is typically
Visualization of carried out in N- or C-terminal fusion with fluorescent domains.
Proteins Using the Typically used are enhanced GFP (eGFP), superfolder GFP
Leishmania Cell-Free (sfGFP), or mCherry. Additionally, BODIPY®-FL can be included
System in cell-free expressions to visualize bands on SDS-PAGE gels and
determine whether expressed proteins are of correct size.
1. Thaw an aliquot of supplemented lysate and keep on ice until
added to a reaction (see Note 21).
2. Add template and sterile polished water. For a final reaction
volume of 20 μL, the additions are 14 μL supplemented lysate
plus 6 μL of DNA templates and water. For plasmid-based
templates, an optimal DNA concentration is 20 nM (see Note
22). If using crude mixture from OE-PCR, use 2–4 μL of
template. Include a negative control with no template
(see Note 23).
3. Incubate for 3 h at 27 °C. If expressing using a fluorophore
reporter and in an incubating fluorescence reader, the reaction
can be terminated when expression of reporter gene (e.g.,
eGFP) indicates the cessation of protein production (excita-
tion at 488 nm, emission at 507 nm for eGFP).
4. Visualize on an SDS-PAGE gel with suitable size markers. If
samples are unboiled, fluorophores in fusion proteins can be
directly visualized on the gel by fluorescence scanning; pro-
vided samples are not heated prior to gel loading. If using
BODIPY®-FL labeling, all expressed bands can be seen regard-
less of heating (see Note 24). An example of SDS-PAGE visu-
alization of expressed fusion proteins with and without heating
and BODIPY®-FL labeling is presented in Fig. 3.
10 Wayne A. Johnston and Kirill Alexandrov
Fig. 3 Expression of Sorting Nexin 1 (Snx1) in the Leishmania cell-free system, visualized via SDS-PAGE gel.
Snx1 was C-terminally labeled with the mCherry fluorophore. mCherry fluorescence is visualized in the red
channel, BODIPY®-FL in the green channel. Lanes A, B, and C represent three Leishmania cell-free lysates of
varying concentration. No heat represents direct loading of reaction plus SDS-PAGE loading buffer onto the gel,
in the absence of BODIPY®-FL labeling (i.e., mCherry fluorophore visible only). No heat + Bodipy represents
both fluorophore and total protein productions. 98 °C + Bodipy represents total protein production only (heat
linearized protein/destroyed fluorophore). The 98 °C linearized protein versus unheated protein migrates at
different speeds due to the presence of folded fluorophore in the latter case, both can be seen simultaneously
in the No heat + Bodipy lanes as some fluorophore linearizes on the gel even in the absence of heating in
completed expressions
4 Notes
CHAPTER XV.
THE DEPARTURE.
Sergeant Diego, when left by General Bustamente a few paces from
the Quinta Verde, was very uneasy regarding the fate of his leader,
and entertained dismal presentiments. He was an old soldier, and
well acquainted with all the machinations and treacheries practised
in this country between inveterate enemies. He had been far from
approving of the General's undertaking, for he knew better than
anyone how little confidence ought to be placed in spies.
Constrained, ostensibly, to obey the order he had received, he had
resolved, in petto, not to leave his leader without help in the wasps'
nest into which he had cast himself headlong. Diego entertained for
General Bustamente, under whose orders he had served ten years, a
profound regard, which entitled him to certain freedoms, and his
entire confidence. He immediately placed himself in relation with two
other officers of the detachment, ordered, like himself, to watch the
mysterious house whose dark outline cut gloomily across the cloudy
sky, and around which there was a close blockade. He was walking
about, biting his moustache, and swearing to himself, determined, if
the General did not come out within half an hour, to obtain an
entrance by force, if necessary, when a heavy hand was laid upon
his shoulder. He turned sharply round, stopping short in an oath that
was passing his lips, and saw a man standing before him: it was Don
Pedro.
"Is that you?" he asked, as soon as he recognised him.
"Myself," the spy replied.
"But where the devil do you come from?"
"No matter; do you wish to save the General?"
"Is he in danger?"
"In danger of death."
"Demonios!" the sergeant shouted; "he must be saved!"
"For that purpose I am here; but don't speak so loud."
"I will speak as you like, provided you will tell me."
"Nothing!" Don Pedro replied, "for there is not a minute to be lost."
"What is to be done?"
"Listen! A detachment must feign an attack upon the gate by which
the General entered; another will watch the environs, for the Dark-
Hearts have roads known only to themselves; you, with a third
detachment, will follow me; I will undertake to introduce you into
the house—is that agreed upon?"
"Perfectly."
"Make haste, then, to inform your colleagues; time presses."
"Instantly; where shall I find you again?"
"Here."
"Very well; I only ask five minutes," and he strode away in haste.
"Hem!" thought Don Pedro, as soon as he was alone; "we should be
prudent when we wish affairs to be profitable; from what I heard,
they will condemn the General, and they must not be allowed to go
as far as that, for my interests would suffer too seriously; I have
manoeuvred so as to be safe from all suspicion; if I succeed, I shall
be more in favour with the General than ever, without losing the
confidence of the conspirators."
"Well!" he said, as he saw Diego coming towards him.
"Everything is done," replied the sergeant, out of breath. "I am
ready."
"Come on, then, and God grant it may not be too late!"
"Amen!" said the soldier.
Everything was done as had been arranged; whilst one detachment
vigorously attacked the gate of the Quinta Verde, Don Pedro led the
troops commanded by Diego to the opposite side of the house,
where a low window was open; this window was grated, but several
bars had been removed beforehand, which left the entrance easy.
Pedro commanded the soldiers to be silent, and they entered the
house one by one. Guided by the spy, they advanced stealthily,
without meeting with obstacles of any kind. At the end of a few
minutes they came to a closed door.
"This is it!" said Pedro, in a low voice.
At a sign from the sergeant, the door was beaten in with the butt
end of their muskets, and the soldiers rushed into the room. It was
nearly empty, its only occupant being a man stretched motionless
upon the floor. The sergeant sprang towards him, but recoiled with a
cry of horror—he had recognised his leader—General Bustamente lay
with a dagger sticking upright in his breast. To the hilt of the dagger
was tied a long black strip, upon which were written these words in
red ink:
"The Justice of the Dark-Hearts!"
"Oh!" cried Diego; "Vengeance! Vengeance!"
"Vengeance!" the soldiers repeated, with rage, mingled with terror.
The sergeant turned round towards Pedro, whom he believed to be
still by his side; but the spy, who alone could guide them in their
researches, had thought it prudent to steal away. As soon as he saw
that what he dreaded had happened, he had disappeared without
anybody observing his departure.
"No matter!" said Diego. "If I demolish this den of assassins, from
bottom to top, and don't leave stone upon stone, I swear I will find
these demons, if they are buried in the centre of the earth."
The old soldier began searching in all directions, whilst a surgeon
who had followed the detachment paid attention to the wounded
man, whom he endeavoured to restore to his senses.
The Dark-Hearts, as the spy had truly said, had paths known only to
themselves, by which they had quietly departed, after having
accomplished their terrible vengeance, or executed their severe
justice, according to the point of view in which an act of this nature
and importance is viewed. They were already far off in the country,
safe from all danger, while the soldiers were still ferociously
searching for them in and about the house.
Don Tadeo and Don Gregorio returned together to the chacra, and
were astonished, on their arrival, to find Valentine, whom they
supposed to be in bed and asleep long before, waiting for them at
that late hour, to request a few minutes' conversation. In spite of the
very natural surprise which the demand at such a singular hour
excited, the two gentlemen, who supposed the Frenchman had
serious reasons for acting thus, granted his request, without making
the least observation. The conversation was long—so long, that we
think it useless to repeat it here in detail, but will satisfy ourselves
with giving our readers the end of it, which sums it up perfectly.
"I will not insist," said Don Tadeo, "although you will not tell us your
motives. I believe you to be too considerate a man, Don Valentine,
not to be convinced that the reasons which force you to leave us are
serious."
"Of the greatest seriousness," the young man replied.
"Very well. But on leaving this place, in which direction do you
intend to bend your steps?"
"Faith! I own frankly—besides, you know already that I and my
friend are in search of fortune—that all directions are the same to
us, since we must, above everything, depend upon chance."
"I am of your opinion," replied Don Tadeo, smiling. "Listen to me,
then. I possess large estates in the province of Valdivia, which it is
my intention to visit shortly. What prevents you going that way in
preference to any other?"
"Nothing, that I know of."
"I, at this moment, stand in need of a man whom I can depend
upon, to undertake an important mission into Araucania, to one of
the principal chiefs of the people of that country. If you are going to
the province of Valdivia, you will be obliged to traverse Araucania in
its whole length. Are you willing to undertake this commission? Will
that inconvenience you?"
"Why should I not?" said Valentine. "I have never come face to face
with savages; I should like to see what sort of people they are."
"Very well; now is your opportunity. That is agreed upon then. You
wish to start tomorrow, do you not?"
"Tomorrow! Today, if you please—in a few hours, for it will not be
long before the sun will be up."
"That is true. Very well, then; at the moment of your departure, my
major-domo shall place, on my part, written instructions in your
hands."
"Caramba!" said Valentine, laughing; "here am I transformed into an
ambassador!"
"Do not joke, my friend," said Don Tadeo, seriously. "The mission I
confide to you is delicate—dangerous, even; I do not conceal that
from you. If the papers of which you will be the bearer are found
upon you, you will be exposed to great dangers. Are you still willing
to be my emissary?"
"Pardieu! Wherever there is danger there is pleasure. And what is
the name of the person to whom I am to remit these despatches?"
"They are of two descriptions. The latter only concerns yourself;
during the course of your journey you can make yourself acquainted
with them; they will instruct you in certain matters you should know
in order to secure the success of your mission."
"I understand—and the others?"
"The others are for Antinahuel, that is, the Tiger Sun, and must be
delivered into his own hands."
"A queer name that!" Valentine replied, with a laugh. "And where am
I to find the gentleman rejoicing in such a formidable title?"
"By my faith, my friend," replied Don Tadeo, "I know no more than
you do."
"The Araucano Indians," interrupted Don Gregorio, "are a rather
wandering race, and it is sometimes difficult to find the one you are
in search of."
"Bah! I shall find him, be assured of that."
"We do entirely rely upon you."
"In a few hours, as I have told you, I shall myself set out to place in
a convent in Valdivia the young lady whom you so fortunately saved;
it will, therefore, be in Valdivia I shall await your answer."
"I beg your pardon, but I have not the least idea where Valdivia is,"
observed Valentine.
"Don't be uneasy on that account; any child in this country can
direct you the way thither," Don Gregorio replied.
"Thanks."
"And now, if you change your mind when we meet again, and
consent to remain among us, remember we are brothers, and do not
hesitate to inform me of your new determination."
"I can neither, reply yes or no, sir; if it depended upon me, we
should continue to see each other frequently."
After exchanging a few more friendly expressions, the three men
separated. At sunrise, Louis and Valentine, mounted on magnificent
horses, which Don Tadeo had forced them to accept, rode away
from the chacra, followed by Cæsar. Valentine had received his
despatches from the hands of the major-domo. As they were
quitting the farm Louis turned round instinctively, as if to salute with
a last look a spot he abandoned for ever, and which contained all
that was dear to him. A window was gently opened, and the face of
the fair girl appeared through the small interval, bathed in tears. The
two young men bowed respectfully towards the necks of their
horses, and with a deep sigh from Louis, they moved on as the
window closed.
"Adieu! oh, adieu for ever!" murmured Louis, choking with emotion.
"Ah, perhaps!" said Valentine; and, to rouse his friend from his grief,
he put his horse into a gallop, and they soon lost sight of the chacra
in the windings of the road.
Within four hours from their departure Don Tadeo and Don Gregorio
likewise set out on their journey to Valdivia, for the purpose of
placing Doña Rosario in the convent. But the enemy of whom they
thought they had relieved themselves at the Quinta Verde, was not
dead; the dagger of the King of Darkness had not proved more sure
than the bullets of the General. The two enemies were destined
soon to meet again. Notwithstanding the seriousness of the wound
he had received, thanks to the intelligent cares lavished upon him,
but more particularly, thanks to his excellent constitution, General
Bustamente was soon in a convalescent state. Don Pancho and the
Linda, from that time united by the strongest of ties—a common
personal hatred—prepared to take their revenge upon Don Tadeo,
and that of the bitterest nature. The General signalized his
restoration to health by cruelties of the most flagrant kind towards
every man suspected of liberalism, and by inaugurating throughout
the republic a pitiless system of terror. Don Tadeo was pronounced
outlawed; his friends were cast into dungeons, and their property
was confiscated; and then, when the General thought that all these
vexations must bring his enemy to bay, and he had nothing to dread
from him or his partizans, under the pretence of visiting the
provinces of the Republic, he set out for Valdivia, accompanied by
his mistress.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE MEETING.
As the principal incidents of this history are now about to take place
in Araucania, we think it necessary to give our readers some account
of this people, who alone of all the nations the Spaniards
encountered in America, succeeded in resisting them, and had, up to
the time we treat of, preserved intact their liberty and almost all
their territory. The Araucanos or Moluchos inhabit the beautiful
country situated between the rivers Biobio and Valdivia, having on
one side the sea, and on the other the great Cordilleras of the
Andes. They are thus completely enclosed within the Chilian
republic, and yet, as we have said, have always remained
independent. It would be a great error to suppose these Indians
savages. The Araucanos have adopted as much of European
civilization as suited their character and their mode of living, and
have rejected the rest. From the most remote times these peoples
had formed a national body, strong and compact, governed by wise
laws rigorously executed. The first Spanish conquerors were quite
astonished to find in this remote corner of America, a powerful
aristocratic republic, and a feudalism organized almost upon the
same plan as that which prevailed in Europe in the thirteenth
century. We will here enter into a few details of the government of
the Araucanos, who proudly style themselves Aucas—free men.
These details concerning a people too little known, up to this day,
cannot fail to interest the reader.
The principal chiefs of the Araucanos are the Toquis,[1] the Apo-
Ulmens, and the Ulmens. There are four Toquis, one for each
territorial division; they have under their orders the Apo-Ulmens,
who, in their turn, command the Ulmens. The Toquis are
independent of each other, but confederated for the public good.
Titles are hereditary, and pass from males to males. The vassals or
Mosotones are free; in time of war alone they are subject to military
service; but, in this country, and it is this which constitutes its
strength, every man in a condition to bear arms is a soldier. It may
easily be understood what the chiefs are when we state that the
people consider them only as the first among their equals, and that
their authority is consequently rather precarious; and if, now and
then, certain Toquis have endeavoured to extend their authority, the
people, jealous of their privileges, have always found means to keep
them within the bounds prescribed by their ancient usages.
A society whose manners are so simple, and interests so little
complicated, which is governed by wise laws, and all the members
of which have an ardent love of liberty, is invincible, as the Spaniards
have many times found to their cost. After having, in several
attempts, endeavoured to subdue this little corner of land, isolated
amidst their own territory; they have ended by acknowledging the
futility of their efforts, and have tacitly admitted their defeat by
renouncing for ever their projects of obtaining dominion over the
Araucanos, with whom they have contracted alliances, and across
whose territory they now peacefully pass on their road from
Santiago to Valdivia.
The Carampangue—in the Araucano idiom, refuge of lions—is a
charming stream, half torrent, half river, which comes bounding
down from the inaccessible summits of the Andes, and, after many
capricious windings, loses itself in the sea two leagues to the north
of Arauco. Nothing can be more beautiful than the banks of the
Carampangue, bordered by smiling valleys, covered with woods,
with apple trees loaded with fruit, rich pastures in which animals of
all kinds range and feed at liberty, and high mountains, from the
verdant sides of which hang, in the most picturesque positions,
clusters of cabins, whose whitewashed walls shine in the sun, and
give life to this enchanting landscape.
On the day when we resume our narrative, that is, on a beautiful
morning in July—called by the Indians the month of the sun—two
horsemen, followed by a magnificent black and white Newfoundland
dog, were ascending, at a sharp trot, the course of the river,
following what is called a wild beast's track, scarcely marked in the
high grass. These men, dressed in the Chilian costume, surging up
suddenly amidst this wild natural scene, formed, by their manners
and their vestments, a contrast with everything which surrounded
them; a contrast of which they probably had no idea, for they rode
as carelessly through this barbarous country, abounding in perils and
ambushes without number, as they would have done along the road
from Paris to Saint-Cloud. These two men, whom the reader has, no
doubt, recognized, were the Count Louis de Prébois-Crancé and
Valentine Guillois, his foster brother. They had passed in turn
through Maulé, Talca, and Concepción; and on the day we meet
them again, in the middle of Araucania, they had been full two
months on the road, travelling philosophically along with their dog
Cæsar upon the banks of the Carampangue. This was the 14th of
July, 1837, at eleven o'clock in the morning.
The young men had passed the night in an abandoned rancho which
they had fallen in with on their way, and at sunrise resumed their
journey; so that they now began to be sensible of the calls of
hunger. Upon taking a survey of the spot where they found
themselves, they perceived a clump of apple trees, which
intercepted the rays of the sun, and offered them a shelter for their
repast and a little rest. They dismounted and sat down at the foot of
a large apple tree, leaving their horses to browse upon the young
branches so abundant around them. Valentine knocked down a few
apples with a stick, opened his alforjas—large cloth pockets placed
behind the saddle—drew out some sea biscuit, a piece of bacon, and
a goat's milk cheese, and the two young men began eating gaily,
sharing their provisions with Cæsar in a brotherly way, whilst he,
seated gravely in front of them, followed with his eyes every morsel
they put into their mouths.
"Caramba!" said Valentine, with a satisfied smile; "it is comfortable
to have a little rest, after having been on horseback from four
o'clock in the morning."
"Well, to tell the truth, I must own I am a little fatigued," Louis
confessed.
"My poor friend, you are not, as I am, accustomed to long journeys.
It was stupid of me not to remember that."
"Bah! on the contrary, I am getting accustomed to them very well;
and besides," he added, with a sigh, "physical fatigue makes me
forget——"
"Ah! that's true," Valentine interrupted; "come! I am happy to hear
you speak thus—I see you are becoming a man!"
Louis shook his head sorrowfully.
"No," he said, "you are mistaken. As the malady which undermines
me is without remedy, I endeavour to play a manly part."
"Yes, hope is one of the supreme illusions of love; when it can no
longer exist, love dies."
"Or he who experiences it," said the young man, with a melancholy
smile.
This was followed by a silence, which Valentine at length broke.
"What a charming country!" he cried, with feigned enthusiasm, for
the purpose of giving the conversation another direction, as he
swallowed, with delectation, an enormous piece of bacon.
"Yes, but the roads are very bad."
"Who knows?" said Valentine, with a smile: "they say the roads to
Paradise are of that kind; this may be the way thither." Then
addressing the dog, "And you, Cæsar, what do you think of our
journey, old boy?"
The dog wagged his tail, fixing his eyes, sparkling with intelligence,
upon the speaker's face, whilst he eagerly devoured all that was
given to him. But he stopped suddenly in his masticating operations,
pricked up his ears, turned his head sharply round, and balked
furiously.
"Silence, Cæsar!" said Valentine; "what do you bark in that manner
for? You know right well we are in a desert, and that in a desert
there is nobody but the devil!"
But Cæsar continued to bark without heeding his master.
"Hum!" said Louis, "I do not agree with you; I think that the deserts
of America are thickly peopled."
"Well, perhaps you are right."
"The dog's barking is not usual; we ought to take precautions."
"I will see," said Valentine; and addressing the Newfoundland,
"Come! come! hold your tongue, Cæsar! You are tiresome! What's
the matter with you? What teases you? Do you scent a stag?
Caramba! That would be a glorious godsend for us."
Here he rose, and cast an inquiring glance around, but he
immediately stopped, and seized his rifle, making a sign to Louis to
do the same, in order to be prepared for whatever might happen.
"Diable!" he said, "Cæsar was right, and I must confess myself a
stupid fellow. Look yonder, Louis!"
The other turned his eyes as directed.
"Oh! oh!" he said; "what is this?"
"Hum! I believe we shall soon discover."
"With God's help!" Louis replied, cocking his rifle.
Ten Indians in war costume, and mounted on magnificent horses,
were drawn up within twenty paces of the travellers, though the
latter were quite unable to comprehend how they had succeeded in
approaching so near to them without being discovered.
Notwithstanding Valentine's efforts, Cæsar continued to bark
furiously, and endeavoured to rush upon the Indians. The American
warriors, motionless and impassible, made neither gesture nor
movement, but they surveyed the Frenchmen so closely and
persistently, that Valentine, not very patient in his nature, began to
find himself excessively annoyed.
[1] This word comes from the verb toquin, which means to judge,
to command.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE PUELCHES.
"Eh! eh!" said Valentine, whistling sharply to his dog, who
immediately came to him; "these fellows do not seem to have
friendly intentions; we must be upon our guard: who knows what
may happen?"
"They are Araucanos," said Louis.
"Do you think so? Then they are devilish ugly!"
"Well, now, for my part, I think them very handsome."
"Ah, yes; that may be in an artistic point of view. But, ugly or
handsome, we will await their coming."
The Indians talked among themselves, and continued to look at the
young men.
"They are consulting to determine with what sauce they shall eat
us," said Valentine.
"Not at all——"
"Bah! I tell you they are."
"Pardieu! they are not cannibals!"
"No? So much the worse; that's a defect. In Paris, all the savages
exhibited in public are cannibals."
"You madman! you laugh at everything."
"Would you prefer my weeping a little? It appears to me that at this
moment our position is not so seducing in itself that we should seek
to make it more dismal."
These Indians were for the most part men of from forty to forty-five
years of age, clothed in the costume of the Puelches, one of the
most warlike tribes of Upper Araucania; they wore the poncho
floating from the shoulders, the calzoneras fastened round the hips
and falling to the ankle, the head bare, the hair long, straight, and
greasy, gathered together by a red ribbon, which encircled the brow
like a diadem, and the face painted of various colours. Their arms
consisted of a long lance, a knife, a gun hanging from the saddle,
and a round buckler, covered with leather, ornamented with
horsehair and human scalps.
The man who appeared to be their chief was a man of lofty stature,
expressive features, hard and haughty, but still displayed a certain
frankness, a very rare quality among Indians. The only thing which
distinguished him from his companions was a feather of the eagle of
the Andes, planted upright on the left side of his head, in the bright
red ribbon that confined his hair.
After having consulted with his companions for a few minutes, the
chief advanced towards the travellers, making his horse curvet with
inimitable grace, and lowered the point of his lance in sign of peace.
When within three paces of Valentine, he stopped, and, after
saluting him ceremoniously, in the Indian fashion, by placing his
right hand on his breast, and slowly bowing his head twice, he said
to him in Spanish:—
"My brothers are Muruches—foreigners,—and not Culme-Huinca—
despicable Spaniards. Why are they so far from the men of their own
nation?"
This question, asked in the guttural accent, and with the emphatic
tone peculiar to the Indians, was perfectly understood by the young
men, who, as we have before observed, generally spoke Spanish
themselves.
"Hum!" Valentine said to his companion, "here is a savage who
appears to have a little curiosity about him—what think you?"
"Bah!" Louis replied, "answer him, at all events that will do no
harm."
"Why, no, that is true; we cannot easily be more compromised than
we are already."
And turning towards the chief, who waited impassibly,
"We are travelling," he said, laconically.
"What! alone, thus?" asked the chief.
"Does that astonish you, my friend?"
"Do my brothers fear nothing?"
"What should we fear?" said the Parisian in a bantering tone. "We
have nothing to lose."
"What! not even your hair?"
Louis could not refrain from laughing, as he looked at Valentine.
"Ah! ah! what, he is laughing at the disordered state of my hair, is
he, the ugly wretch?" Valentine grumbled, vexed at the observation
of the chief, and quite mistaking his intentions. "Stop a bit!" then he
added, in a loud voice, "Have the goodness to pass on, gentlemen
savages. Your remarks are not pleasant, I can assure you."
He cocked his rifle, and lifted it to his shoulder, as if taking aim at
the chief. Louis, who had attentively followed the progress of the
conversation, without saying a word imitated the action of his friend,
directing the barrel of his rifle towards the group of Indians. The
chief had, doubtless, understood but little of the speeches of his
adversaries, but far from appearing terrified at the menacing attitude
they assumed, he seemed to contemplate with pleasure the martial
and firm deportment of the Frenchmen; and putting gently on one
side the weapon pointed against his breast, said in a conciliatory
tone:
"My friend is mistaken. I have no intention of insulting him. I am his
penni—brother—and his companion's likewise. Were not the
palefaces eating when I and my young men came up?"
"Faith! yes, chief, you say true," interrupted Louis, with a smile;
"your sudden appearance stopped the progress of our humble
repast."
"Part of which is very much at your service," continued Valentine,
pointing with his finger to the provisions spread upon the grass.
"I accept your offer," said the Indian, cordially.
"Bravo!" cried Valentine, throwing down his rifle, and preparing to
resume his seat on the grass; "to table, then!"
"Yes," replied the chief, "but upon one condition."
"What is that?" the young men asked together.
"That I shall furnish my part."
"Agreed," said Louis.
"Well, that is but fair," Valentine added; "and it will be the more
acceptable, from our not being rich, and having but meagre fare to
offer you."
"The bread of a friend is always good," the chief said, sententiously.
"That is admirably answered! But, at this moment, unfortunately, our
bread is only stale biscuit."
"I will remedy that;" and the chief said a few words in the Molucho
language to his companions, who began to rummage in their
alforjas, and quickly produced maize tortillas, some charqui, and
several leathern bottles filled with chica—a sort of cider made of
apples and Indian corn. The whole was placed upon the grass before
the two Frenchmen, who were wonderstruck at the sudden
abundance which had succeeded without any transition to their late
short commons. The Indians dismounted, and sat down in a circle
round the travellers. The chief, then turning towards his guests, said
with a pleasant smile—
"Now, then, let my brothers eat."
The young men did not require the cordial invitation to be repeated,
but vigorously attacked the provisions so frankly offered. For the first
few minutes silence prevailed among the party, for all were too well
engaged to talk; but as soon as appetite was a little appeased,
conversation was resumed.
Of all men, Indians, perhaps, understand the laws of hospitality the
best. They have an instinct of social conventions, if such an
expression may be allowed, which makes them divine at once, with
infallible correctness, what the questions are that may be properly
addressed to their guests, and the point at which they should stop to
avoid committing any indiscretion. The two Frenchmen, who for the
first time found themselves in contact with Araucanos, could not
overcome the surprise caused by the knowledge of life, and the
noble and frank manners of these men, whom, on the faith of
accounts more or less false, they were accustomed, in common with
all Europeans, to consider as gross savages, almost destitute of
intelligence, and quite incapable of any delicacy of behaviour.
"My brothers are not Spaniards?" the chief said, half interrogatively.
"That is true," Louis replied; "but how did you discover that?"
"Oh!" he said, with a disdainful smile, "we are well acquainted with
those chiaplos—wicked soldiers. They are too old enemies to allow
us to commit an error with regard to them. From what island do my
brothers come?"
"Our country is not an island," Valentine observed.
"My brother is mistaken," the chief said emphatically; "there is but
one country that is not an island, and that is the great land of the
Aucas."
The two young men bowed their heads before an opinion so
peremptorily put forth—all discussion became impossible.
"We are Frenchmen," Louis replied.
"Frenchmen! ah! a good brave nation! We had several French
warriors in the time of the great war."
"What!" said Louis, with excited curiosity, "have French warriors
fought with you?"
"Yes," the chief remarked, proudly; "warriors with grey beards, and
breasts marked with honourable scars, which they received in the
wars of their island, when they fought under the orders of their
great chief, Zaléon."
"Napoleon?" said Valentine, quite astonished.
"Yes; I believe it is so the palefaces pronounce his name. Did my
brother know him?" the chief added, with ill-concealed curiosity.
"No," replied the young man. "Although born in his reign, I was
never able to get sight of him, and he is now dead."
"My brother is mistaken," said the Puelche, solemnly; "such warriors
as he do not die. When they have performed their task upon earth
they go to Paradise—to hunt with Pillian, the master of the world."
The young men bowed, as if convinced.
"It is very singular," said Louis, "that the reputation of that powerful
genius should have spread to the most remote and unknown regions
of the globe, and be preserved pure and brilliant among these rude
men; whilst in that France, for which he did everything men
invariably seek to lessen it, and even to destroy it."
"Like all their compatriots, who, from time to time, traverse our
hunting grounds, our brothers have, doubtless, trading purposes in
coming among us. Where are your goods?" said the chief.
"We are not traders," replied Valentine; "we came to visit our
brothers, the Araucanos, of whose wisdom and hospitality we have
heard much."
"The Moluchos love the French," the chief said, flattered by the
compliment; "my brothers will be well received in our villages."
"To what tribe does my brother belong?" asked Valentine, inwardly
delighted at the good opinion the Indians entertained of his
compatriots.
"I am one of the principal Ulmens of the sacred tribe of the Great
Hare," the chief said, proudly.
"Thank you—one word more."
"Let my brother speak; my ears are open."
"We are in search of a Molucho chief, to whom we have a message
from a friend of his, with whom he has had much dealing."
"What is the chief's name?"
"Antinahuel."
"Good!"
"Does my brother know him?"
"I know him. If my brothers will follow me they shall see the toldo of
a chief in which they shall be received like pennis. When they have
rested, if they desire it, I will myself conduct them to Antinahuel, the
most powerful Toqui of the four Uthal-Mapus of the Araucano
confederacy."
"What province is governed by Antinahuel?"
"The Piré-Mapus, that is to say, the interior of the Andes."
"Thanks, brother."
"Will my brothers accept the offer I have made them?"
"Why should we not accept it, chief, if, as I believe, it is made in
earnest?"
"Let my brothers come, then," the chief said, with a smile; "my
toldería is not far off."
The breakfast was over, and the Indians were mounting.
"We may as well go," said Valentine, in French. "This Indian appears
to speak cordially and honestly, and it will give us a capital
opportunity of studying interesting manners and customs. What do
you think, Louis?—It may prove very amusing."
"Well, I see no harm that accepting the invitation can do."
"God speed us, then!"
And with a bound he was in his saddle, imitated by Louis.
"Forward!" cried the chief, and the party set off at a gallop.
"Well, it must be allowed," said Valentine, in his cheerful way, "that
these savages, if savages they are, have some redeeming qualities
belonging to them. I begin to take a warm interest in them. They
are true Scotch mountaineers for hospitality. I wonder what my
regimental comrades, and more particularly my old friends of the
Boulevard du Temple, would say if they could see me now! Houp!
After me, the end of the world!"
Louis laughed at this outburst of the incorrigible gamin, and, without
further inquiries, the young men gaily abandoned themselves to the
guidance of their new friends, who, after leaving the banks of the
river, directed their course towards the mountains.
CHAPTER XVIII.
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