The Old Wild Fiddler The Old Fiddle Guy David Kuncicky

The Legend of Pavla Blanca

To the Indians of central New Mexico, one of the most enduring legends is that of Pavla Blanca, the ghost of the Great White Sands. Hidden behind the swirling eddies of the spectral white dunes, her tragic story provides one of the most fascinating tales of the Southwest.

In early 1540, a valiant, young, Spanish conquistador, Hernando de Luna, left his lovely betrothed, Manuela, in Mexico City, to accompany the famed explorer, Francisco Coronado. Searching the uncharted lands in present day Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas and Texas, Coronado followed every Indian clue, every tale, looking for the fabled Seven Cities of Cibola and Gran Quivira, where the houses were said to be studded with gold and the streets were afire with jewels.

Ambushed by the fierce, proud, warrior Apaches on the edge of the Great White Sands, the Spanish battled for their life. Exhausted and beaten, the survivors fled southward to Mexico City. It is said that Hernando de Luna was mortally wounded, and perished somewhere in the ever-shifting white sands.

Setting out to seek her betrothed, somewhere north of what is now El Paso, Texas, the lovely Manuela was never seen again. It is said that the ghost of this beautiful, Spanish maiden haunts the dunes of the Great White Sands. She comes nightly in her flowing, white wedding gown to seek her lover, lost and buried beneath the eternal dunes. Some say that the ghostly figure usually appears as the evening breezes sweep and dip over the stark white dunes, just after sunset.

The moderns have it that Pavla Blanca is caused by a prevailing wind sweeping over the hushed and lonely desert in the evening, whipping wraith-like eddies of dust. But the Indians say it is the ghost of Manuela, still, eternally, seeking her lover.

Fact or fiction, those with imagination, strolling in the silent shimmering dunes after a fiery sunset, may be fortunate enough to witness for themselves the unusual sight. Thus, this legend persists for some, even to this day. This is Pavla Blanca.

The story ... of Pavla Blanca, the White Wraith, the beautiful woman who comes to the Sands at dusk each evening dressed in the flowing robes of her wedding gown; searching for her lover who was lost and buried in the White Sands. Don't follow her. One look at her radiant beauty is enough for a lifetime; twice is a misfortune; the third time is death. "My father saw her twice," said Pedro, an early day guide. "Never could he go back to the Great White Sands again."

  Region III Quarterly
  Volume 2 - No. 1
  January, 1940
  By Tom Charles
  Former Custodian
  White Sands National Monument

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