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Mendocino (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
own. His passion grew with age; a dark and sullen jealousy taking full possession of his soul. For some time I went on doggedly, shoving those who shoved me, keeping my sweethearts at my side, and drinking where I liked and as I liked. One night there was a row, and then I left the town. A man was killed. Seeing a fight going on, an officer interfered, when Vasquez plunged a knife into his heart. The murderer fled from Monterey. Getting a herd of kine, he says, I went to Mendocino county, in the north, three hundred miles from Monterey; but even in the north I was not left alone in peace. White men pursued me to my ranch; but I escaped unhurt and fled into the woods. Then I resolved to change my course. It was their fault, not mine. They would not let me work — in future I would steal. A good Catholic, Vasquez set out for Los Felix, where his mother lived, to tell her of his purpose and invoke her blessing on his plan. My mother loves me much, and will not fail
Mexico (Mexico, Mexico) (search for this): chapter 9
lia's sight? To hold her, he must fly into the hills. Choice led him to the heights above Los Angeles, in the vicinity of that San Benito peak from which his mother sprang, among the ins and outs of which Leiva and Rosalia were at home. Some rival bands were in the district, led by Capitan Soto. On hearing that the rangers of Los Angeles were out, Vasquez joined his old leader, when a brush took place, in which the banditti were severely mauled. Vasquez fled across the frontier into Mexico, leaving Rosalia to her husband's care. On his return, after the death of Soto and the capture of Procopio, Vasquez rejoined Rosalia at Rock Creek, the caves and woods of which became his camp, proposing to avenge his slaughtered chief and captured friend. His plan was to announce his presence in the district by a sudden blow; a blow that should be echoed through the land. He had to rouse his people, and to show them they had still a leader in their front. A great crime, swiftly planned
Mexico (Mexico) (search for this): chapter 9
rned to read a little, to recite his creed, and curse the heretics who came into his port for trade. Though ignorant of arts and men, he grew apace in animal strength and animal appetite. Like his Indian mothers, he was fleet of foot; like his Mexican fathers, he could catch a wild horse. Early in life, he learned to use the knife, and not one damsel in a score could tire him in bolero and fandango. The fandango was his favourite dance. The produce of Los Felix satisfied his father's wa, Guadalupe Cantua, was a half-breed woman from the San Benito hills, above Los Angeles. She understood her son. He meant to live on other people, taking what he wanted from them, and she feared her boy might suffer at their hands. Like a true Mexican she blessed him to his task, and placed him under the protection of her saints. I got my mother's blessing, says the brigand, and from that day I began to rove and rob. Going into the hills of San Benito, where his kindred lived, he first
Monterey county (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
Chapter 9: Capitan Vasquez. The story of Tiburcio Vasquez is the legend of his race in light and shade. Born in Monterey county, thirty-nine years ago, Vasquez is by birth a Mexican, and owes no fealty to the United States. His father, a mixed blood, like his neighbours, lived on a small farm called Los Felix, not far from Monterey. A poor school, kept by a drowsy priest, in Sleepy Hollow, offered him the only teaching he ever got. He learned to read a little, to recite his creed, and curse the heretics who came into his port for trade. Though ignorant of arts and men, he grew apace in animal strength and animal appetite. Like his Indian mothers, he was fleet of foot; like his Mexican fathers, he could catch a wild horse. Early in life, he learned to use the knife, and not one damsel in 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 fe
Santa Clara (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
have been riding with the mail that day. The cause is simple, he explains, so simple that it never fails. You know, we English and Americans are strangers in the land. No traveller can trust his fellow. Each of the seven persons inside the coach that day, believed the other six passengers were members of the band. Before we knew the truth, their thongs were on our wrists, their rifles at our heads. At twenty-eight, Capitan Vasquez was already the talk of every dancing-room from Santa Clara to Los Angeles. I did it all myself, by my own valour; I, the bravest of the brave! he says. Dark eyes looked up to him, and dusky arms were clasped about his neck. Leiva, his cousin, followed him like a dog. Soto implored him to rejoin the band, horse-lifting for the Mexican markets being a profitable trade. By turns he played each game; now stealing horses from the herd, now robbing store and stage; but always squandering his ill-gotten gains on dice and drink. No scruple as t
Los Angeles (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
rob mails and shoot passengers. His mother, Guadalupe Cantua, was a half-breed woman from the San Benito hills, above Los Angeles. She understood her son. He meant to live on other people, taking what he wanted from them, and she feared her boy miifles at our heads. At twenty-eight, Capitan Vasquez was already the talk of every dancing-room from Santa Clara to Los Angeles. I did it all myself, by my own valour; I, the bravest of the brave! he says. Dark eyes looked up to him, and dusve himself a hero in Rosalia's sight? To hold her, he must fly into the hills. Choice led him to the heights above Los Angeles, in the vicinity of that San Benito peak from which his mother sprang, among the ins and outs of which Leiva and Rosalia were at home. Some rival bands were in the district, led by Capitan Soto. On hearing that the rangers of Los Angeles were out, Vasquez joined his old leader, when a brush took place, in which the banditti were severely mauled. Vasquez fled a
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 9
Chapter 9: Capitan Vasquez. The story of Tiburcio Vasquez is the legend of his race in light and shade. Born in Monterey county, thirty-nine years ago, Vasquez is by birth a Mexican, and owes no fealty to the United States. His father, a mixed blood, like his neighbours, lived on a small farm called Los Felix, not far from Monterey. A poor school, kept by a drowsy priest, in Sleepy Hollow, offered him the only teaching he ever got. He learned to read a little, to recite his creed, and curse the heretics who came into his port for trade. Though ignorant of arts and men, he grew apace in animal strength and animal appetite. Like his Indian mothers, he was fleet of foot; like his Mexican fathers, he could catch a wild horse. Early in life, he learned to use the knife, and not one damsel in 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 fe
Rock Creek, Menard County, Illinois (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
from which his mother sprang, among the ins and outs of which Leiva and Rosalia were at home. Some rival bands were in the district, led by Capitan Soto. On hearing that the rangers of Los Angeles were out, Vasquez joined his old leader, when a brush took place, in which the banditti were severely mauled. Vasquez fled across the frontier into Mexico, leaving Rosalia to her husband's care. On his return, after the death of Soto and the capture of Procopio, Vasquez rejoined Rosalia at Rock Creek, the caves and woods of which became his camp, proposing to avenge his slaughtered chief and captured friend. His plan was to announce his presence in the district by a sudden blow; a blow that should be echoed through the land. He had to rouse his people, and to show them they had still a leader in their front. A great crime, swiftly planned and promptly done, would tell his race what kind of man he was, and raise up friends for him in every wayside hut and every mountain pass. Ros
San Quentin (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
soon a master of his craft, a favourite of his chief. With Capitan Soto, he was taken prisoner, and got five years in San Quentin. With Capitan Soto, he broke prison, but in three weeks he was again in jail. Six years of San Quentin failed to cooSan Quentin failed to cool his blood. When he came out of jail, his cousin Leiva, and some other lads about Los Felix, preferring theft to labour, gathered at his heels and made him captain of their gang. Hating the whites as only the sons of white men and dark women do, ngth he fell into a snare; the charge was stealing horses; a third time he was sentenced to four years imprisonment in San Quentin. At the end of three years, a legislature, not too hard on robbers, passed an act of clemency which set him free oncef, and her attachment helped to keep him in the field. He wished to please her eye and gratify her pride. On leaving San Quentin with a pardon, given to him on a promise of good behaviour, his jailers believed that he intended to redeem his pledge
San Benito (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
suffer at their hands. Like a true Mexican she blessed him to his task, and placed him under the protection of her saints. I got my mother's blessing, says the brigand, and from that day I began to rove and rob. Going into the hills of San Benito, where his kindred lived, he first fell in with Capitan Soto, and engaged to serve him in stealing mustangs. He was soon a master of his craft, a favourite of his chief. With Capitan Soto, he was taken prisoner, and got five years in San Quesalia loved him for his daring deeds; and how, whilst drudging on a farm, could he approve himself a hero in Rosalia's sight? To hold her, he must fly into the hills. Choice led him to the heights above Los Angeles, in the vicinity of that San Benito peak from which his mother sprang, among the ins and outs of which Leiva and Rosalia were at home. Some rival bands were in the district, led by Capitan Soto. On hearing that the rangers of Los Angeles were out, Vasquez joined his old leade
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