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e Red skins liked these Mormons, regarding them as honest men, who wanted squaws and paid for them in skins and cows. A lovely climate, a prolific soil, drew other settlers from the North. If California is the garden of America, Los Angeles county is the paradise of California. Woods and pastures have been sold by the unthrifty natives; woods uncut, pastures ungrazed; and the purchase money of these woods and pastures has been spent on cards and drink. The district is becoming white. Banks, stores, hotels are being opened in the town, while round the suburbs, in and out of glen and water-way, white farms and villas are beginning to dot the country side. All sorts of wealth abounds, so that the robber's greed is tempted by variety of spoil. All hands are ready to help him in carrying on his trade. A brigand is always welcome to the people in an old Free Town. Capitan Soto led a rattling life. One day he fled to Mexico, where the customers for his stolen horses lived; ano
Capel Court (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 32
number of faro-banks. Denison cal already boast of a mayor, eight aldermen, all honest democrats; a recorder, who is a terror to evildoers, and a Board of Trade. In strolling about the town, we notice a Masonic lodge, a Good Templar lodge, and a Base Ball Club. But the chief glory of Denison is the school-house, a red brick edifice, in the American Tudor style, so common in the Southern States. This pile cost fortyfive thousand dollars, every cent of which was raised on loans in Capel Court. What singular corners of the earth are fertilized by English gold! If Denison prospers, the money-lenders may receive their own again, and feel that they have helped in a good cause. Rough, noisy, profligate, Denison is a very live place. Much drink is put away in little time. The day is Sunday, yet bars are open and billiard-balls click at every turn. Gay women flaunt about the streets, and hucksters quarrel in their cups on every kerbstone. Yet how near the pastoral nature see
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, 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 th
e bold wooer and the false wife, not with the deceived and outraged husband. Leiva admitted he was jealous, and that his jealousy drove him to betray his chief; but he denied that any of the facts which he had stated under oath were false. Judge Belden told the jury that a man's oath is not to be rejected on the ground that his wife has violated her marriage vow. This rule of law, so simple to an English ear, is inconceivable to a Mexican. If a wife is false, the Mexican thinks her husbandll do any deed, swear any lie. The fact that he is wronged in his honour makes him a criminal, not to be credited on his oath. An English jury, having no difficulty in accepting Leiva's evidence, found a verdict of guilty against the brigand. Belden deferred his sentence till an appeal for a new trial was heard and dismissed. Then he addressed the bandit, in words which burn with all the passion of the White Conquest, when the White conquerors have been provoked by deeds of blood: Tibur
planing deals, then a cook on board a steamer, afterwards a digger at the mines, now the president of a bank, and one of the princes of finance. Come to Belmont; give you a rest, and do you good, cries the magnate. We accept, for not to see Belmont is not to see the 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 r
Cherokee Light Horse. Last year, by help of these in-comers from Europe, the White Leaguers of Texas beat the army of Black Leaguers and their partisans at the pollingbooths, carrying all their candidates for the Executive-Coke for Governor, De Berry for Secretary of State, Roberts for Chief Justice. Six Conservatives are going to represent the State in Washington. The scalawags are routed, and the White citizens have recovered the full control of their affairs. In riding towards the Soughs still more, we'll fill our trunks. What should we go to Austin for? You see these gentlemen. Every man among the lot has an empty box in the luggage van. Hish! When we come back these boxes will be full. Why else is Coke made Governor, De Berry Secretary of State? Have not we as much right to rob the Treasury as those scalawags? On my return from Austin, I bet you'll not be able to lift this trunk! We laugh and tell some jest about our way of doing things in London when one party
Beveridge (search for this): chapter 6
hat 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 these Indian girls;
inks. A fifth and sixth Osage now come in, and then a seventh and eighth, each Red-skin dismounting and disarming the moment he arrives. The White men stand about, chatting and smiling, but with rifles ready for a sign. When Rickers sees that no more bucks are coming in, a word is given, a line is opened, and a volley fired. Four of the eight Osages fall. The other four, springing to their ponies, and leaving saddles, clothes, and arms behind, strike wildly through the sand and grass. Bickers gives tongue, and his followers charge into the camp. Not waiting their attack, the Osages scatter in a ring. Dusk only puts an end to the pursuit. At midnight two of the Osages creep back, and finding the White men gone, search the rifts and ridges for their wounded brethren and their captured stock. Three of the dead are found, two of them scalped, and otherwise hacked and slashed. Fifty-five mules and ponies, which they left behind, are gone. Their skins, their tents, their buff
their condition on the Arkansas and Red River. They are a feeble folk, these coloured people;. and their masters, though unwilling to face small bodies of White men, are ready to fight any number of Blacks. When news arrived at Fort Gibson and Fort Scott that the war was over and the Negroes emancipated, the Cherokee and Choctaw masters yielded with a sullen fury to their loss. They kicked the liberated Negroes from their camp. Beyond the reach of help from Boston and New York, even if Boston and New York had means of helping them, how were the Blacks to live? In theory they were now free; but having neither tents nor lodges, where could they find a shelter from the snow and rain? Without guns and ponies, how were they to follow deer and elk? They had no nets for taking fish, no snares for catching birds. Having no place in any Indian tribe, they had no right to stay on any of the tribal lands. Nor were they dowered with the invention and resources of men accustomed to the
Elias Boudinot (search for this): chapter 26
t a nominal head. Strong Buck had been sent by Elias Boudinot, a kindly French planter, to a good school, wheounds, Ross and his friends were all for fighting, Boudinot and his friends were all for parleying with the Wh, holding common property under a reigning chief. Boudinot proposed a change. He wished to live like White mlows to murder. Thirty of the Ross party stole to Boudinot's ranch, and finding him absent in a field, sent ftheir knives. A party followed Ridge, an uncle of Boudinot, into Arkansas, and shot him from his horse; whilety rode to the ranch of another Ridge, a cousin of Boudinot, dragged him out of bed, and in the presence of hiolonel Adair, a son of the murdered chief, and Colonel Boudinot, a son of Strong Buck. Dressed in English attire, Colonel Boudinot might pass for a southern White. This young Mestizo speaks with force and writes withrontier, is an incident in. this tribal feud. Colonel Boudinot is in Washington, but Colonel Adair is living
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