There is a great lake ahead, in the center is an island. There are no signs of enemies anywhere. There are not even any people to be seen.”
Finally, one day their forward scouts came back to report, “There is a great lake ahead, in the center is an island. There are no signs of enemies anywhere. There are not even any people to be seen.” “Then we will camp on the shore,” said the Aztec leaders. “We can all use a rest, and we can wash the dust off ourselves.” So, they all moved forward. In several hours, they had reached the lakeshore.
Many, many years ago,” he began, “our people lived in the far north. One year no rain came to their lands. Their crops dried out and died in the sun-baked fields. They feared that the rain god was angry with them, though they did not know what they had done wrong. So, the Aztec leaders turned to the wise priests and asked them, ‘What shall we do?’
The priests answered, ‘The gods wish us to leave our home. Our stories have told of a time when all our people would have to move on. That time has come.’ “‘We will go south,’ the Aztec leaders said to the hungry people. ‘Some of our brothers have gone there already and are serving as soldiers for the rulers of other tribes
And so, a few days later, they put all that they could carry onto their backs and set out for the promise of green valleys with plenty of water for drinking and growing crops. Day after day, month after month, they traveled, resting only at night. “That was many years ago, but our people have never been settled for long. Every time we settled in the green valley around us, we have been forced to move, time after time, from one place to another.
For years we have sought the sign of our new home, predicted by the gods long ago. The gods said that when the Aztec people saw an eagle on a cactus eating a serpent, they would know that they had found their true home. For nearly one hundred years now, our people have wandered in search of this sign from the gods.