Macario’s Noche Buena

Nobody knew anything about(predicate) Macarios early life only e verybody knew that he was a robber, the chief of a gang which used to haunt the solid ground about the shores of Laguna De Bay and rob merchants coming from Manila. It was in the days when no railroad line existed in the Philippines, when all in all trips by water had to be made by bancas, cascos, and bantam, slow steamboats, and all overland journeys had to be made in carromatas, carts, or on horseback. Macario was known to be the fiercest among the high pathmen. He had foiled all attempts of the guardias civils to capture him. A price was set on his head.It was nine oclock on a Christmas eve. The past week macario and his gang had had bulk to do, for it was the week when many merchants went to manila and back to their townspeoples. Macario was al adept. He stationed himself in a woodlet of bamboo trees a unretentive infinite from the solitary road virtually miles from the town of Calamba. The night was dark and a cool wind was blowing across the lonely fields, making the bamboo tops bend and wave. What was there strange NT the arduous of the wind as it sighed among the bamboo leaves? nothing Only that it had a remorseful with child(p), as of an upbraiding conscience daring to assert itself.That sound was most disquiet to the nerves it made Macario restless. He wanted soulfulness would come up the road, someone that would make him turn that restless into action. He stock-still wished that some guardias civils would come, he wished to drown the voice of that wind in the excitement of a fight. trance he was walking back and forth among the bamboo trees, he heard the sound of leg it beats in the distance. Ah said he, I shall have my wish at last. He went ne arr the road and stood beside a tree. When the hoof beats sounded nearer, he discerned a dark object, hardly perceptible in the obscurity around. catch cried Macario as he belt along toward that moving figure. Halt or you are dead man the hoof beats ceased at the same time with his cry Macario found himself face to face with a man riding on a horse. The man was alone. There was nothing martial about him, he was a merchant and he had 2 baskets on apiece side of his horse. The bandit took the horse by the bridle without a member and led it across the fields to the door of a nipa track. I want money, Macario said as soon as they were inside the shack and he had brought in the baskets.The man gave him five pesos saying that he had no more(prenominal). The robber then proceeded to open the baskets and examine their contents, which were mostly groceries. The merchant had done for(p) to Manila expressily to buy these, not for sale, because he dealt only in cloth, tho to regale his friends, his many nephews, nieces, cousins and his own children the next day, Christmas. The robber felt to the very bottom of a basket and drew out a striking box. He opened it. It contained toys of all sorts-two or three dolls of different sizes, elflike green carriages drawn by red horses and a little jam.He took the bewilder and seemed to forget everything else as he held it. He regarded it with wistfulness, turned it round and round, attempt beating it it absorbed his intact interest. What was there peculiar about a vex or about THE DRUM MACARIO WAS HOLDING? Ah There are strong associations that can be awakened by small objects. The warehousing of our meeting with lost friend may be brought home to us by the sight of a simple flower an alphabet take for may recall to mind the long, tedious hours with a cruel discipline master,and the past may be revived by a expend toy.Macario adage in the tog up not a toy merely an object associated with his early life. His mind traveled back, back to a small barrio in a distant province, to a particular time, to a accepted Christmas day. He saw a little son going to his godfathers. He was wearing chinelas for the first time they were red chinelas. He had a jusi dress on, and a small buri hat. The little boy kissed his godfathers hand. The godfather took a little drum from a package and gave it to the boy, together with a half-peso piece. The little boy was himself.He was chant playing boy, together with little boys dressed in the same way he heard him beating his drum and telling his playmates about the hulky star which he had seen in church that morning, the star which started from the choir and move up to the altar and of the little baby lying down on some grass, and of the little sheep and goats there yes, as the altar he saw little goats. Other Christmas pictures came up before his mind in tender succession-picture in which he saw himself, each time older and vainglorious larger. accordingly came one scene, the scene he had always dreaded, the scene which he would not haveRecalled for all the treasures he had stolen during his robber life and for what he great power yet steal. It was Christmas eve again. He was n ow a tall adolescent man. He was lurking among some trees near a path in a landed estate district. He was mad, his blood was boiling his long sharp bola tie was thirsting for blood as his heart thirsted for vengeance. The wind was blowing among the leaves of the trees it incited him to more furious thoughts. Then his strained ears heard a sound, a snatch from an old country song. Ah It was his enemy, singing he who made this Christmas eve miserable for him.Macario asked nothing, explained nothing, he plainly dashed forward to his enemy and made the long bolo decease out his revenge. He saw his enemy fall, saw the body steeped in its own blood. He ran, ran. The dreaded tulisan, stopping with his head in his hands, stood up and ran, ran out of the shack into the fields, into the road, into the arms of two guardias civiles In the same town some little children were unhappy although they received a peso from their father. The little boy did wish so more to get a drum and the little girls wanted dolls very badly.First of all, a concise bill ordinarily only has one master(prenominal) character. There may be more than one character in the fabrication, but there is only one central person who undergoes a change or realization by the end of the story. In the story Macarios Noche-Buena, there are a couple of characters, comprised by the robber Macario, the rider on horseback whom Macario robbed, and two guardia civilles who appeared at the end of the story. We can say that Macario was main character because the whole story revolved around him and his past experiences.He also experienced a change/realization because in the story, because he reminisces about his life as a child and how happy he was then. It was also mentioned that, The little boy did wish so much to get a drum possibly the little boy could be compared to Macario, who realized what he had become. Maybe all he wanted for Christmas was to go back to his life as a child where he didnt have to steal and where life was so simple and fun. Next, a short story has only one main plot, unlike a lot of novels whose plots divide into subplots and divide even win into more subplots.Basically, the plot of Macarios Noche-Buena is the current life of Macario as a thief, and his memories of his youth. The story starts on December 24th, Noche-Buena. Macario is hiding in a grove of bamboo trees waiting for someone to pass. after some time, a man on horseback arrived, whom Macario ordered to give him his money. He only had five pesos so Macario opened the bag that the man was carrying. In the bag, Macario found some groceries, but more primary(prenominal)ly there also was also an assortment of toys. more or less dolls, carriages, and a little drum.Macario got hold of the drum and then cogitateed the little drum that his grandfather had given him for Christmas many years back. After that, more memories rushed in, one when he was a young adult, where he was holding a bloodied bolo and a dead man in front of him. After this, it is stated in the story that he ran, and after some distance he was caught by two guardia civilles, and then the story ends. Third, a short story has only one main setting. In this case, most of the story happens on a road with a patch of bamboo trees beside it.There is no longish a change of location like many longer narratives. This story focuses mainly on Macarios actions and memories, the setting is not really important in Macarios Noche-Buena Lastly, the theme of most short stories contains a virtuous lesson to be learned. In Macarios Noche-Buena, Macario is a robber who on Christmas evening finally realizes how much he has changed. From a happy young boy, he has turned into a man who steals toys meant to be given to children for Christmas. In this arcsecond he remembers being given toys for Christmas by his Grandfather.The moral of the story is that even if you are driven into a corner and forced to do something evil, you should remember that there are also other human beings like you who testament be affected by the decisions you make. His miserable memories made him steal and turn thumbs down and thereby the author is concluding the story in a significant way to show the very cause of his wrong deedsIn the same town some little children were unhappy although they each received a peso from their father. The little boy did wish so much to get a drum and the little girls wanted dolls very badly.