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San Pascual (Philippines) (search for this): chapter 6
f the English settlers; well, you look at them a good deal. Ha, ha! you think me a monstrous wicked fellow: Lovelace, 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 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?
California (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
s place in the old country, nohow? Yet Salinas is an English town. Captain Sherwood, an officer in the English army, who had served in the Crimea, came to California with a sum of money to be spent in buying real estate. He bought a cattle-run in Salinas Valley, getting the title from one of the unthrifty natives for a song life suited me, and after a spell at the diggings, I returned to the runs as partner with my late master, and remained with him three or four years. A man from California gave me the notion of settling here, and I came over with some money and more experience. I stayed in San Francisco five or six weeks, looking round, and feeli! 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; He
Vallejo (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
m 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 of helps, and pay in honest money where a native is disposed to steal. In every ranch we see
San Benito (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
ncisco five or six weeks, looking round, and feeling for an opening, but the sharpers of that city would have peeled and picked me to the bone. I came down south, and finding two or three ranches in this valley built by English fellows, I thought the place would suit me, and I stayed. How long ago? Five or six years or so; just when Salinas was a sprinkle of log huts. And you have now a good run? My run extends from the Salinas River right across the Galivano range, to San Benito River. Why, that is an estate as big as a Scotch county? Yes, the dear old dad will stare when I go home some day, and tell him what his scapegrace son has been doing for the last twelve years. Ha! 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, o
Franklin Mills, Portage County, Ohio (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
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?
Monterey (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
soil, and a little less sun and wind, it would be a place! You bet? Leaving the open sewers and pretty balconies of Monterey behind, we cross the amber dunes, and twenty miles from the sea we strike the Rio Salinas, near the base of Monte Toro, Alisal. A main street, broad, well-paved and neatly built, runs out for nearly half a mile. Unlike the timber-sheds of Monterey, the stores and banks of this new town are built of brick, striking, as one may say, their roots into the earth. A fineMajor's cabin on the lake has grown into a city of three thousand souls! Already Salinas is a more important place than Monterey. A White colonist has three main ways of taking possession of Californian soil. The first plan is to marry an esta 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; Beveri
Salinas (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
ears. Ha! 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
Broadway (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
mits of Gavilano range. To-day, a pretty English town, with banks, hotels, and churches, greets you on the bridge of Sanjon del Alisal. A main street, broad, well-paved and neatly built, runs out for nearly half a mile. Unlike the timber-sheds of Monterey, the stores and banks of this new town are built of brick, striking, as one may say, their roots into the earth. A fine hotel adorns the principal street, every shop in which is stocked with new and useful things, just like a shop in Broadway or the Strand. You buy the latest patterns in hats and coats, in steam-ploughs and grass-rollers, in pump-handles and waterwheels. Salinas has her journals, her lending-libraries, her public schools. A jail has just been opened, for the herdsmen of the district are unruly, and the prison of San Jose is a long way off. Pigeons flutter in the roadways, lending to the town an air of poetry and peace. Some offshoots flow from Main Street into open fields, in which Swiss-like chalets nestle
San Francisco (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
ll at the diggings, I returned to the runs as partner with my late master, and remained with him three or four years. A man from California gave me the notion of settling here, and I came over with some money and more experience. I stayed in San Francisco five or six weeks, looking round, and feeling for an opening, but the sharpers of that city would have peeled and picked me to the bone. I came down south, and finding two or three ranches in this valley built by English fellows, I thought tce, 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 gentlema
Soledad (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 6
r, on a creek called Sanjon del Alisal, we find a new city, called Salinas, rising from the earth. Nine years ago the Rio Salinas flowed through a desert, over which wild deer and yet wilder herdsmen roved in search of grass and pools. The soil was dry, the herbage scant. Bears, foxes, and coyotes disputed every ravine with the hunters. Ducks and widgeons covered the lagunes and creeks. A trapper's gun was rarely heard among these hills, and save the ruins of an old Mission-house at Soledad, no trace of civil life was found between the heights of Monte Toro and the summits of Gavilano range. To-day, a pretty English town, with banks, hotels, and churches, greets you on the bridge of Sanjon del Alisal. A main street, broad, well-paved and neatly built, runs out for nearly half a mile. Unlike the timber-sheds of Monterey, the stores and banks of this new town are built of brick, striking, as one may say, their roots into the earth. A fine hotel adorns the principal street,
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