ha! the dear old dad will stare when I tell him he sent me out with sixpence, and I ask him to come and see what I have bought with his sixpence-a little place in California, about the size of County Linlithgow!
The lands all round Salinas are in English and American hands.
Jackson, one of the first arrivals in San Francisco; Hebbron, lately a detective, practising his art in London; Beasley, one of three brothers living in the place; Spence, the first English colonist in Monterey; Johnson, a sheepherder, who has given his name to a high peak; Leese, the gentleman who wedded Vallejo's sister; Beveridge, a young and thriving Scot; these are the chief owners of land around Salinas.
They are all of British birth.
On taking possession of the land, such strangers fence the fields, and drive intruders from the cattleruns.
Worse still, they go into the female market and raise the price of squaws.
By offering more money than a Mestizo can afford to give, they have their choice
ements, and reporting to his chief that everything looked well.
One night a little after twelve o'clock, Undersheriff Johnson rode out of Los Angeles, with seven companions at his side.
At dawn they drew up, under cover of a knoll, and held a los.
Chance brought assistance to the rangers, for a Mexican team drove up from the direction of Greek George's ranch.
Johnson seized this waggon, bade his men picket their steeds, crawl into the wagon, and lie flat down.
Each ranger had his rifle ready for the fray.
Putting a pistol to the driver's ear, Johnson told him to shut his mouth, and drive back towards Greek George's ranch.
In a few minutes they were at the fence.
The team stopped, the rangers leaped out. Two of the party ran t.
The photographs, he said, were pictures of his children.
Of the tress he would say nothing; but he gave the lock to Johnson, as a brave man; a brave man like myself — a brave man like myself, he added more than once; begging the under-sheriff t