a score could tire him in bolero and fandango.
The fandango was his favourite dance.
The produce of Los Felix
satisfied his father's wants; but the unhappy boy was fretting from a fever in his blood.
men came into Monterey
, who took to building jetties, making roads, and opening schools.
Such men were devils in his sight; intruders on his soil, and enemies of his Church.
A rough and ready lot, with brawny arms and saucy tongues, these strangers pushed and shoved, and put on airs which drove the young hybrid mad with rage and hate.
What right had they to come into his town, and edge their way into his drinking bars?
A fretful spirit led him into strife; and when he flew at the “white devils” these white devils cuffed and kicked and hustled him to the wall.
“ As I grew up,” he says of himself, “ I went to balls and parties, given by natives, to which Americans
came, shoving our men about, and trying to get our women from us. A desire for vengeance seized me like a demon.”
The patriot, so jealous ,of his women, was fifteen years of age!
Next year, being now sixteen, he opened a saloon and killed his first White