castle, Don Jesus
opened fire and forced him to withdraw.
Enraged by this repulse, Buchard
lowered his boats, and sent his men ashore.
left his guns, and bolted for the woods, firing a powder train, which blew the castle into dust.
gave the town to pillage, and his crews, a riff-raff of all nations, Spanish, French
, and Algerine
, spared neither age nor sex. Fire swept the lanes and alleys, so that nothing but the church, an edifice of stone, remained to mark the site of royal Monterey
Five years elapsed before a soul returned.
A Scot, named David Spence
, a man dealing in skins and hides, came first.
Then don and caballero ventured back, and raised their shanties from the dust.
Poorer than ever, they built of sand and logs, but gave their sheds poetic names.
A hut was called a house, a shed a hall.
No house in Monterey
is bigger than an English cottage, and the public rooms are often low and mean.
Entering one of the pretentious villas, you find the gate unhinged, the balcony rotten, the garden heaped and messed.
Nature does something to redeem the waste.
What laurels glitter in the sun!