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Updated: May 10, 2025
Is he not the Cave-Bear Pot-Walloper and Gridironer, the most fearsome, and, next to me, the most exalted, of all the Abalone Eaters?" Saxon and Billy could only look at each other till they heard the wheels rattle away. "Well, I'll be doggoned," Billy let out. "He's some boy, that. Nothing stuck up about him.
Thus for hours with ever fresh delight we thread the calm passage-ways between those isles. Beachlets of white sand and powdered shells are found where ocean swells at times may reach. On these we stroll and gather abalone shells and empty sea eggs and other relics up-thrown by winter storms.
Then, as the sunlight struck full on the boats "Yes, yes, I am sure of it, for one is red, and no on else has a boat of that color; all others are brown." "Mother said he would bring abalone when he came," cried Cleeta, dancing from one foot to the other; "and she said they are better than mussels or anything else for soup." "He will bring fish," said Gesnip, "big shining fish with yellow tails."
The San Diego Indians are still known as Diegueños and live on a reserve, or lands set aside for them. Almost all the natives had Indian money, called wampum, which they made from abalone or clam-shells by cutting out round pieces like buttons or small, hollow beads. Little shells were also used, and the wampum was strung on grass or on deer sinews.
At a wave of his hand, the many poised stones came down in unison on the white meat, and all voices were uplifted in the Hymn to the Abalone. Old verses all sang, occasionally some one sang a fresh verse alone, whereupon it was repeated in chorus.
But the gringo seemed incurious, merely gazing at the pictures on the walls; a flaming print of the Madonna, one of the Christ, a cheap photograph of Juan and his señora taken on their wedding day, an abalone shell on which was painted something resembling a horse and rider "The gold is hidden in the house of Pedro Salazar, of Sonora. It is buried in the earth beneath his bed."
"Did you notice the two men who were sitting at the middle table?" I asked him. "Sure!" said he, shoving me my glass of beer. "Know them?" I inquired. "Never laid eyes on 'em before. Old chap looked like a sort of corn doctor or corner spell-binder. Other was probably one of these longshore abalone men." "Thanks," I muttered, and dodged out again, leaving the beer untouched.
Our dragnet was filled with Midas abalone, harp shells, obelisk snails, and especially the finest hammer shells I had seen to that day. We also gathered in a few sea cucumbers, some pearl oysters, and a dozen small turtles that we saved for the ship's pantry. But just when I least expected it, I laid my hands on a wonder, a natural deformity I'd have to call it, something very seldom encountered.
But Timoteo had with him a long iron spike with which he intended to urge the abalone-shells from the rocks. The abalone has a large, very strong, white "foot" inside its long shell, and there is a row of holes in the shell itself.
They turned their backs on the beach and in the tiny main street bought meat, vegetables, and half a dozen eggs. Billy had to drag Saxon away from the window of a fascinating shop where were iridescent pearls of abalone, set and unset. "Abalones grow here, all along the coast," Billy assured her; "an' I'll get you all you want. Low tide's the time."
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