Chapter 17 Summary
“The arrival of Candide and his valet in the land of El Dorado, and what they saw there”
As Candide and Cacambo arrive at the Orejones’ border, the valet tells his master they should return to Europe as quickly as possible. Candide says that the Bulgars and Avars are still butchering everyone in Germany; if he returns to Portugal, he will be burned at the stake; and if he stays here he is always at risk of being roasted on a spit. Moreover, he is loathe to leave the part of the world where Cunégonde is. Cacambo suggests they go to Cayenne; there they can find Frenchmen who travel the world and who would perhaps help the travelers. Perhaps God will take pity on them, as well.
Though Candide and Cacambo know the general direction in which to go, they are faced with formidable obstacles on the way to Cayenne: rivers, cliffs, mountains, thieves, and savages. Their horses die of exhaustion and their provisions run out; for a month they live on wild fruit and coconuts.
As he always gives good advice, like the old woman, Cacambo finally tells Candide they can walk no more. He sees an empty canoe and suggests they float in it downstream. A river always leads to some inhabited place, and if they do not find something good perhaps they will at least find something new. Candide agrees, and they place their lives in the hands of Providence.
The two men float for several leagues; the landscape of the banks on either side of them changes often. The river grows ever wider until it disappears beneath a terrifyingly tall mountain range. Candide and Cacambo gather their courage and let the canoe carry them into the waters beneath the mountains. The current grows terrible, and they are quickly swept away in a thunderous roar of water. After twenty-four hours, the men finally see daylight again; however, their canoe gets smashed against the rocks and they have to drag themselves across the rocks for an entire league.
At last they see a glorious land in front of them, surrounded by the impenetrable mountain range. Everything here is beautiful, and the roads are covered with splendidly shaped carriages made of something that glitters and drawn by large, red sheep that run more swiftly than the fastest horses. Inside are men and women of exceptional beauty. Candide exclaims that this is a much better land than Westphalia.
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