The author
visited the mines of Cerro de Pasco, 2007
Highest city in
the world, 15,200 feet…
Papa
Augusto stood awed, motionless, back when he was a young lad working in the
Andean mines of Peru
When
he first seen an Amuc!
(So he told me one summer afternoon, in El Tambo, Huancayo.)
That
was back in the ‘40s, I presume!
Such
tales of the Amuc, go the rounds of the mines by miners in the Andes, stretched
from tip to toe:
But
Papa Augusto was not one of those souls, he’d tell it as it was; thus, he
explained to me:
“The
Amuc I saw was devoid of clothes, per near hairless, tawny-looking, squamous in
the dim ghoulish light…”
“No
taller than a foot and a half in height—!
“Speckled
with brownish dirt from head to toe, having the darkest brown eyes, of any
sort...
“Damnable
iron like wings, fastened themselves onto his back (somehow).”
Clutching,
he left the creature to fidget about, unseen, in the spectral twilight—
And
as he left, he left the same way he came, —out of an aperture in the quarry of
the mine, too, leaving a faint stench behind!
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Note: The Amuc are notoriously known,
throughout the Andes, and the author has talked to several folk who have worked
for minds and heard their stories, but Papa Augusto, his father in law, is
where this story comes from—for the most part, who passed away January, 2015.
