The people came about him with an eagerness, a docility.

They told their stories.

He sat his horse and listened with a benignant face.
Certain harshnesses in times and amounts of their tribute he redressed.
Forever, when personal appeal came to him, he proved magnanimous, often tender, fatherly and brotherly.

At a distance he could be severe.

But when I think of the cruelties and high-handedness of others here, the Adelantado and the Viceroy shine mildly.
We rode back to Concepcion.