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December 25th (search for this): chapter 14
a boy may keep his father's creed; but every pupil of the college must attend religious worship, and the only exercises of religion at Santa Clara are those of Rome. Compared with Christ Church and Trinity, the college is a prison. The scholastic year consists of one session of ten months, lasting from the first week in August to the first week in June. During this long term a pupil hardly ever quits the place. No scholar is received for less than half a year. Ten days are given at Christmas to rest and absence, but the greatest care is taken lest the boy should stray in the wicked world. A lad whose parents live in Santa Clara has a slight advantage; he may go to see those parents once a month; but only for an hour or so in the afternoon, and on the strict condition of coming back before dusk. No pupil of the Jesuits can be trusted in the city after dark. Day is given up, in equal parts, to passive obedience and active work; these acts being all designed to wean a pupil
December 25th (search for this): chapter 26
a southern White. This young Mestizo speaks with force and writes with point; but his accomplishments are causes of suspicion to the ignorant Cherokees, not one in five of whom can understand an English phrase. It is a saying in Vinita, that the son of Strong Buck is rather White than Red. The scare of which we heard at Olathe, on the Kansas frontier, is an incident in. this tribal feud. Colonel Boudinot is in Washington, but Colonel Adair is living with his nation near Vinita. On Christmas Day, Lewis, a son-in-law of Colonel Adair, invited some of his friends to a carouse. Ross tried to spoil their sport. Consena, a deputy-sheriff, and three other Indians of their party, rode to the place, pretending they were sent for to assist in keeping order; and as the radicals arrived they took possession of their arms and whisky-flasks. Some yielded readily; but two of Adair's party, Tom Cox and Jack Doubletooth, refused to give up .270 either flasks or pistols. On Consena threaten
June 3rd, 1770 AD (search for this): chapter 4
ken only by the snapping of an unseen dog. A line of surf breaks white and fresh along the rocks of Santa Cruz, but on this stretch of amber sands the waters lap and lie, gently as the fancies float about the eyelids of a sleeping child. Like waiting in a Syrian road, is waiting at a Mexican port. Who cares for time? Beyond the rickety old Mexican pier, a tiny creek winds in between two grassy banks, with uplands clothed in oak and cypress. In the hollow you can see a wooden cross: June 3, 1770. That cross is Fray Junipero's cross; that ancient oak beside it, is the tree under which Don Jose Rivera massed his troops. Right of the gully, on a bare hill-top, stand the ruins of Rivera's castle; left of it, under a fringe of pines, and in the midst of fig-trees and peach gardens, rise the sheds and water-wheels of Monterey. We land — the town is won. Received by Don Mariano de Vallejo, one of the great men in the Lost Capital, we are guests in every house. Priests salute us
ancil know who shot Clup; but how are the suspected persons to be arrested, and how are witnesses to be compelled to speak? The sheriff will not act; he is a servant of the commune; and he has to mind his own affairs. Illinois, the scene of these murders, prides herself on many things. She is a large and populous State, and for so young a country may be called a literary and scholastic State. She has a dozen universities and academies. She has more than thirteen thousand libraries. In 1870 she counted two million five hundred thousand souls; three million four hundred thousand volumes. Barring some ninety thousand natives, and forty-two thousand foreigners, every man and woman in Illinois is supposed to be able to read and write. She is the paradise of pork butchers and whisky distillers; her business mainly lying in dead meat and ferrented liquor. Fully one-third of all the slaughtering done in the United States is done in Illinois; fully one-fifth of all the distilling do
December 12th, 1874 AD (search for this): chapter 24
He lives on the clearing, where he has to watch over his pigsty and his still. His plan is to receive his pay, and let the world go by. Our sheriff, laughs a philosopher in a leather jacket, is always square; when any cuss is up, Frank turns his back and lets things slide. Sheriff Frank is a typical man. When farmer, butcher, and distiller differ in their views, they fight it out. One party wins, and law becomes again a rude expression of the general will. On Saturday evening, December 12, 1874, Colonel Sisney, Sheriff of Williamson county, was sitting in his own house, near Carterville, with his brother-in-law, George Hindman, playing a game of dominoes in the fading light. A lamp was lit, a curtain drawn; the lamp so placed that shadows of the two men inside the room were thrown on the window blind. A shot was heard. Crash went the glass, and both the players sprang to their feet, stung with the pain of gunshot wounds. Two loaded guns were in the room. Each seized a w
March 19th, 1875 AD (search for this): chapter 11
ns they determined and in their verdict declared you unworthy to live. Of that verdict there can be but one opinion — that of unqualified approval. Upon this verdict the law declares the judgment, and speaking through the Court, awards the doom — a penalty commensurate with the crime of which you stand convicted, and therein merited by the threefold murder that stains your hands. The judgment is-death. That you be taken hence and securely kept by the sheriff of Santa Clara county until Friday, the 19th day of March, 1875. That upon that day, between the hours of nine o'clock in the morning and four in the afternoon, you be by him hanged by the neck until you are dead. And may God have mercy on your soul. He was taken out and hung accordingly. An attempt at rescue was expected; but the White citizens were ready; the lower classes saw that the case was desperate; and on Friday, March 19, Capitan Vasquez, the most famous brigand in California, dangled from a tree in San Jo
rsons, so that five of them may still be living in Grey Eagle's camp. Two of the girls, Lucy and Ada, are young ladies, Lucy being nineteen, Ada sixteen years of age. Adelaide is a child of nine, anAda sixteen years of age. Adelaide is a child of nine, and Julia barely seven. These children must be sought and found. Grey Eagle makes for the Red Fork of Arkansas River, by which he means to cross into the Public Lands, lying westward of the Indian an encumbrance, one of the hunters knocks it on the head, and flings it to the wolves. Lucy and Ada are bestowed on the big chiefs; but the pursuers are so hot that Grey Eagle has no time to dally by Captain Niel, are placed on their trail, with orders to recover the two young ladies, Lucy and Ada, from their savage captors. Leavenworth, Kansas, and America, they are told, expect these ladiese dealing with such savages as Grey Eagle? Adelaide and Julia Germain are safe within the lines of Fort Leavenworth; but their elder sisters, Lucy and Ada, are still in their savage captor's hands.
pull a scalp. A second chief, who had assumed the name of Adair, became the leader of such Cherokees as wished to try the Paint, cattle lifting, common property, and despotic chiefs; Adair for soap and water, settled homesteads, personal property, g Buck the thinker, Stand Watie the soldier of their band. Adair was but a nominal head. Strong Buck had been sent by Elias and prepare for citizenship, rallied round Stand Watie and Adair. All braves and hunters who preferred to roam and thieve, radicals, who wish to imitate the Whites, has fallen to Colonel Adair, a son of the murdered chief, and Colonel Boudinot, a sis tribal feud. Colonel Boudinot is in Washington, but Colonel Adair is living with his nation near Vinita. On Christmas Day, Lewis, a son-in-law of Colonel Adair, invited some of his friends to a carouse. Ross tried to spoil their sport. Consenar arms and whisky-flasks. Some yielded readily; but two of Adair's party, Tom Cox and Jack Doubletooth, refused to give up .
Chapter 30: Oklahoma. Oklahoma is the name proposed by Creek and Cherokee radicals for the Indian countries, when the tribes shall have become a people, and the hunting grounds a State. Enthusiasts, like Adair and Boudinot, dream of such a time. These Indians cannot heal their tribal wounds, nor get their sixteen thousand Cherokees to live in peace; yet they indulge the hope of reconciling Creek and Seminole, Choctaw and Chickasaw, under a common rule and a single flag. Still more, their hearts go out into a day when tribes still wild and pagan-Cheyennes, Apaches, Kiowas, and other Bad Faces — will have ceased to lift cattle and steal squaws, will have buried the hatchet and scalping-knife, and will have learned to read penny fiction and to drink whisky like White men. That day is yet a long way off. A new policy has just been adopted by President Grant towards the Red men, with a view to their more speedy settlement and conversion. This policy is founded on Francis
Chapter 5: Don Mariano. No one can say whether the Vallejo family-of which Don Mariano is the head-derive their line from Hercules or only from Caesar. Nothing in the way of long descent would be surprising in Don Mariano; even though his race ran up to Adam, like the pedigree made out by heralds for his countryman Charles the Fifth. You ask about the history of California, he remarks; my biography is the history of California. In one sense he is right. Don Mariano's story is that of nearly every Mexican of rank. In olden times (now thirty years ago!) he was the largest holder of land in California. Besides his place at Monterey, the family-seat, he owned a sheep-run on San Benito River, an estate sixty miles long in San Joaquin Valley, a whole county on San Pablo Bay, and many smaller tracts in other parts. High mountain ranges stood within the boundaries of his estate. With an exception here and there, these tracts have passed into the stranger's hands. Springing
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