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Updated: May 7, 2025
White muslin half-curtains hung in the windows, upon the sills of which certain plants bearing pink waxen flowers of which Presley did not know the name, grew in oblong green boxes. The walls were unadorned, save by two pictures, one a reproduction of the "Reading from Homer," the other a charcoal drawing of the Mission of San Juan de Guadalajara, which Presley had made himself.
We were thus provided with many advantages for 'sight-seeing' in and about the city, and also for more distant excursions through credentials from the Mexican authorities. Under these auspices we visited the silver mines at Guadalajara, Potosi, and Guanajuata. The life in Mexico city was delightful, after a year's tramp. The hotel, as I have said, was to us luxurious.
She told him that her title was to be Santa Maria de Tequatlanopeuh, "Saint Mary of the rocky hill," of which hard word the Spaniards made "Guadalupe," just as they had turned Quauhnahuac into Cuernavaca, and Quauhaxallan into Guadalajara, substituting the nearest word of Spanish form for the unpronounceable Mexican names.
"Concho's mule is saddled and ready for you at the foot of the garden. You will follow the beach a league beyond the Indians' cross. In the boat will await you the trusty messenger of the Church. You will say to him, 'Guadalajara, and give him these letters. One is to the captain. You will require no other introduction."
"I don't want to to to harm anybody unless they harm me." "Is the team going towards Guadalajara?" enquired Garnett, getting up and coming to the door. "Yes, it's a Portuguese, one of the garden truck men." "We must turn him back," declared Osterman. "He can't go through here. We don't want him to take any news on to the marshal and S. Behrman." "I'll turn him back," said Presley.
"Remember, we are not to fire first." "Perhaps that's Hooven; I can't see. Is it? There only seems to be one horse." "Too much dust for one horse." Annixter, who had taken his field glasses from Harran, adjusted them to his eyes. "That's not them," he announced presently, "nor Hooven either. That's a cart." Then after another moment, he added, "The butcher's cart from Guadalajara."
"The Governor is coming home," he exclaimed, "to-morrow morning on the early train; wants me to meet him with the team at Guadalajara; AND," he cried between his clenched teeth, as he continued to read, "we've lost the case." "What case? Oh, in the matter of rates?" Harran nodded, his eyes flashing, his face growing suddenly scarlet.
Along the Upper Road from Quien Sabe and Guadalajara came fresh auxiliaries, Spanish-Mexicans from the town itself, swarthy young men on capering horses, dark-eyed girls and matrons, in red and black and yellow, more Portuguese in brand-new overalls, smoking long thin cigars. Even Father Sarria appeared. "Look," said Presley, "there goes Annixter and Hilma. He's got his buckskin back."
"Cuts me now, hey? Well, this DOES settle it. She leaves this ranch before I'm a day older." He decided that he would put off his tour of inspection till the next day. Travelling in the buggy as he did, he must keep to the road which led to Derrick's, in very roundabout fashion, by way of Guadalajara. This rain would reduce the thick dust of the road to two feet of viscid mud.
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