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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 6: White conquerors. (search)
ce, Lothario, Don Juan all in one! Bless you, it's a fearful bore. Don't pray for a country in which there are no White women, that's my advice! Do you suppose I prefer a dirty squaw who only speaks ten words of English, to a rosy lassie out of Kent? All fiddlesticks. Our proper helps are parted from us by an ocean and a continent. What can a fellow do? This country yields us squaws, just as it gives us fruit and herbs; and till you send me that rosy lassie out of Kent, I must put up wit us squaws, just as it gives us fruit and herbs; and till you send me that rosy lassie out of Kent, I must put up with squaws from San Pascual. Seeing his fields invaded, and his women carried off, the herdsman's blood boils up. Are not these woods and fields his feeding-ground? Are not these girls his natural mates? No one can deny that these pastures were the properties of his mother's tribe. Is he not the proper heir of these hunting-grounds, the natural husband of these Indian squaws?
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 15: Bay of San Francisco. (search)
e Bay of San Francisco. Ten years since, Belmont was a rocky cafion, cleaving a mountain side, so choked with spectral oaks and cedars that the mixed bloods called it the Devil's Glen. Coyotes and foxes hung about the woods, and Indian hunters, following elk and antelope, lit their fires around the springs. No track led up the ravine, for no civilised man yet dreamt of making it his home. To-day Belmont is like a valley on Lake Zurich. A road sweeps up the glen as smooth as any road in Kent. The forests have been tamed to parks. A pretty chalet peeps out here and there, with lawns and gardens trimmed in English taste. Five or six villas crown the knolls and nestle in the tress. Geraniums are in flower, and roses bloom on arch and wall. Sheep dot the sward, and cattle wander to the creeks. A chapel and a school arrest the eye. On every side there is a sense of home. Our villa is a frame house, built in showy Californian style; a new order of architecture, with a touch of