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Ramona, riding up, held out her hand, saying, as she did so, "Ysidro?" Pleased, yet surprised, at this confident and assured greeting, Ysidro saluted her, and turning to Alessandro, said in their own tongue, "Who is this woman whom you bring, that has heard my name?" "My wife!" answered Alessandro, in the same tongue. "We were married last night by Father Gaspara.
Upon entering the states she was too fragile and too mortified by all that she had abandoned to go back to her son in New York State. She spent a few days in Los Angeles and a few more in San Diego. Then she pushed the rotating gate in San Ysidro and found herself in Tijuana. She had always wanted the chance to recall her college Spanish and to somehow use it.
Father Gaspara had gone with Ysidro to a lawyer in San Diego, and had shown to his lawyer Ysidro's paper, the old one from the Mexican Governor of California, establishing the pueblo of San Pasquale, and saying how many leagues of land the Indians were to have; but the lawyer had only laughed at Father Gaspara for believing that such a paper as that was good for anything.
"Yes, so it was, all that was in Temecula," replied Ysidro; "but in the spring your father sent down to know if I would take a herd for him up into the mountains, with ours, as he feared the Temecula pasture would fall short, and the people there, who could not leave, must have their cattle near home; so he sent a herd over, I think, near fifty head; and many of the cows have calved; and he sent, also, a little flock of sheep, a hundred, Ramon said; he herded them with ours all summer, and he left a man up there with them.
They were there simply to carry out instructions, and obey orders. Ysidro understood the substance of all this, though the details were beyond his comprehension. But he did not regret having taken the journey; he had now made his last effort for his people.
"But, Alessandro," cried Ramona, "why do you think it is not safe there, if Ysidro has the paper? I thought a paper made it all right." "I don't know," replied Alessandro. "Perhaps it may be; but I have got the feeling now that nothing will be of any use against the Americans. I don't believe they will mind the paper."
He found the village in disorder, the fields neglected, many houses deserted, the remainder of the people preparing to move away. In the house of Ysidro, Alessandro's kinsman, was living a white family, the family of a man who had pre-empted the greater part of the land on which the village stood.
"To be honest, I wanted to look one more day for work in San Ysidro or San Diego." "Find any?" "No." "Have you decided that family loyalties are a bit more important than dabbling in petty jobs on the outside?" "Maybe. I need a job. I need money." "You are here but your cousin has not gotten here yet. You'll have to wait for her." "Oh, I thought she would be in Tijuana by now."
Father Gaspara was in such rage, Ysidro said, that he tore open his gown on his breast, and he smote himself, and he said he wished he were a soldier, and no priest, that he might fight this accursed United States Government; and the lawyer laughed at him, and told him to look after souls, that was his business, and let the Indian beggars alone!
After a partial cannonade, which prevented their rejunction till the evening, and by the very great exertions of the ships which had the good fortune to arrive up with the enemy on the larboard tack, the ships named in the margin were captured, and the action ceased about five o'clock. The San Josef, Salvador del Mundo, San Nicolas, and San Ysidro.
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