Gold Hill news. (Gold Hill, Jackson County, Or.) 1897-19??, August 08, 1940, Image 2

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    The Gold Hill News, Gold Hill, Oregon
Thursday. August 8, 1940
© Frani H. Spear-wan
Don Alfredo, wealthy. Spanish owner of a
Southern California rancho, refuse» to heed
several wamlnga of a raid by a band of
outlaws. Sierra Indians Ona day after he
has finally decided to seek the protection
of the nearby mission for his wife and fa m ­
ily, the Indians strike Dun Alfredo Is killed
and his two young daughlera are tom from
the arms of the fam ily's faithful maid.
Monica, and are carried away to the hills.
Padre Pasqual, missionary friend of the
family , arrives at the ruins of the ranch and
learns the story of the raid from Monica
After a trying and difficult trip across the
plains and mountains from Texas to C ali­
fornia, youthful Henry Bowie, a Texas ad­
venturer. with his friends. Ben Pardaloe
and Simmle. an Indian scout, sight the party
of Indians who have carried off the two
little girls
The three Texans attack the
war party of fifty -odd Indians and through a
clever ruse scatter the savages to the hills
The girls are saved. The group makes its
way out of the hills and meets the distraught
Monica, the children s maid. The girls are
left with Monica and the friendly Padre at
a mission, and the Texans proceed to Mon­
Here Bowie completes his business
for Gen. Sam Houston of Texas, who has
commissioned him to deliver an important
message Bowie decides to have a look at
the wild untamed country that California
was In the middle Nineteenth century.
Bowie disappears from California but re­
turns eight years later and makes the ac­
quaintance of a friendly Spanish family at
the Rancho Guadalupe.
C H A PTER VI—Continued
'•You must have dry clothing,"
Francisco insisted despite Bowie's
protests. “ You are my guest. I am
now what you call the boss; you
must let me be your servant. My
clothes are not big enough. But
my uncle, he is a big one, like you.
W ait."
An Indian boy was dispatched with
a message to Don Ramon. He was
soon back, bringing a coat, two
shirts, trousers, stockings and boots
for Bowie.
In vain the Texan protested. Don
Francisco had a persuasive way—he
laughed away one objection after
another with so much good-natured
banter that Bowie found himself clad
in Californian accouterments of the
head of the house, walking into the
big living room where he met the
Don Francisco introduced his new
acquaintance to his uncle and to
his aunt. Dona Maria.
But the uncle, Don Ramon, and
the Dona, his wife, called for partic­
ular attention at the hands of their
guest. Except for the youthful neph­
ew, Don Ramon Estrada was the
first real Spanish gentleman that the
Texan had met.
While there was nothing of haugh­
tiness in Don Ramen, there was
something that called for considera­
tion and respect. His mere pres­
ence made itself felt, presenting as
it did a certain graciousness of man­
ner tempered by dignity and re­
serve that ptlt his guest at ease
with a mute assurance of welcome.
When Bowie had met his host and
hostess he felt already at ease, so
exquisite was the kindly welcome
expressed in their manner. But not
until he was presented by Don Fran­
cisco, with due formality, to a young
lady who now entered the room was
the gaunt Texan conscious of a feel­
ing of his own awkwardness and ill-
fitting apparel. She was Señorita
Carmen, of the rancho, cousin to
Don Francisco.
The young Spaniard did the in­
terpreting and much of the talking.
Host and hostess extended repeated
Spanish greetings to Bowie which
Don Francisco translated.
young lady was wholly silent, save
that when spoken to by her cousin
she responded clearly and compos­
Dinner was announced.
Maria was seated at her husband’s
right hand, and Bowie was given the
place of honor on his left. Next to
him sat Don Francisco; seated be­
low Dona Maria was Señorita Car­
men. As she sat opposite the Texan
she made good use of her eyes, yet
so skillfully that he was never aware
of her inspection.
Don Ramon, as the beef, mutton
and fowl in bewildering abundance
were served in formal turn, asked
many questions of his stranger guest
—questions about Texas; about the
differences of the Americans with
the Mexican government; then as
to what brought Bowie to California.
This drew only vague generaliza­
tions from the Texan. The Don
switched next to what lay immedi­
ately ahead; what Bowie had in
mind to do.
“ As to that, senor,” responded
Bowie frankly, ‘‘I hardly have any
plans. I find myself here on the
coast with two scout companions.
Soon we are going up the river, to
Sutter’s Fort. Our principal occu­
pation in the interval must be to
find something to eat.”
Don Ramon laughed. “ Truly im­
“ So we are heading upcountry aft­
er game to sell in Monterey. There
is a good demand, I am told, from
the ships for venison and elk. ”
“ But with the thousands of head
of cattle everywhere available to
furnish a beef supply?” objected the
Bowie smiled as this was trans­
lated. “ The beef of the range cat­
tle is no competition for the meat of
the deer and the elk, certainly not
w ith the officers, nor even with the
hungry sailors.”
“ And what is your equipment for
the undertaking?”
“ Our rifles, senor.”
The amiable Don was astonished.
“ Nothing seems to appall you—your
undertaking would, of a certainty,
give me pause. And you need noth­
Bowie smiled. “ One thing we do
Don Ramon lifted his eyebrows
as if pleased—at last he had found a
weak spot in the Texan’s armor.
"What is it? " he exclaimed.
"Salt,” returned Bowie simply.
“ Then allow me to be your debtor
—you shall leave here with salt for
yourselves and for your game. But
self-reliant as you are, senor, I can
lighten your labors a good bit if you
w ill allow me a further pleasure."
“ You are most kind. Don Ramon.
1 realize that we are strangers and
your advice might save us much.”
The Don shook his head. "Not ad­
vice. 1 doubt if you need it. But
what I know you do need is plen­
ty of horseflesh. It w ill save you
much time and some hardship if
you w ill accept a caponera from
us and leave here in the saddle—
with your salt," he added, smiling
significantly, “ in your mochilas.”
Bowie sat perplexed. “ Caponera?”
He looked inquiringly at Don Fran­
“ Horses,” explained Francisco.
"M y uncle means twenty horses,
or twenty-five.”
Bowie, despite his poise, regarded
Don Ramon incredulously. Much
talk and much translating followed.
But it was for Bowie at last to
say, as he was best able, that he
Both were beautiful.
and his scouts were grateful but
could not think of so great a draft pn
this magnificent hospitality.
In the living room, while the rain
poured furiously outside, Don Ra­
mon smoked tranquilly and listened
to Bowie and his nephew. The la­
dies talked about the wedding in
Monterey. In the morning it was
still raining hard — the rancho
seemed afloat. The Texan had no
choice but to accept Don Ramon’s
hospitality, and the day went in sto­
ries told before the big log fire—
stories of Texans and the country
of the Staked Plain; the story of
Santa Ana and the Alamo, which
was told without any effort to water
down the cruel butchery by the Mex­
icans. And interspersed were sto­
ries of this new California, to which
the plainsman listened with hungry
interest. Don Francisco had already
taken a fancy to Bowie. That eve­
ning he questioned the Texan with a
Bowie, quite alert to all that went
on, noticed the glances that Fran­
cisco cast at times toward Carmen,
who was in animated talk with Dona
Maria. Even the Texan’s attention
wandered at moments from Fran­
cisco’s explanation to the two wom­
en as they chatted. Both were beau­
tiful, of a type the roughhewn Texan
had never yet seen. They were
beautiful in artless animation. Tbe
bronzed son of the desert was al­
most stunned by the atmosphere of
charm. The Dona at forty had lost
none of her youth; the years had
tempered without engrossing the
portrait of her maidenhood. The vi­
vacity of youth was still hers, en­
riched now by the dignity of matron­
ly charm. Yet Bowie’s eyes were
drawn to her daughter Carmen,
just old enough to realize the pres­
ence of a stranger and protecting
her attractiveness by the slight re­
pression of girlhood.
Bowie listened, indeed, to the
words of Don Ramon; but he heard
the cadences of another voice—a
voice of sweet-throated music,
strange to the ear but bewildering
in utterance. For the first time in
his life the Texan, without realizing
it, began to love the strange tongue
in which Californians spoke and to
listen for every syllable that might
fall from the lips of the young Span­
ish girl. The clinging black of her
gown did not hide the tender slope
of her shoulders; it contrasted with
the ivory of her slender neck; and
above this, from a perfectly poised
head, fell soft masses of brown hair.
They framed the features of one
just at the threshold of full-bloomed
adolescence: lips filling with prom­
ise of a richer maidenhood; eyes
that retired under long dark lashes
and opened with a searching light.
"You want to start tomorrow?”
Don Francisco was asking. Bowie
“ But I have an idea,” suggested
Francisco. “ My uncle is having ma-
W NU Sa-vi e
tanza this week. He is slaughtering
surplus cattle (or the tallow. Cap­
tain Davis, with whom my uncle
trades, is in port at Monterey from
China. He w ill want much tallow
for South America and Boston—it
will be a big matanza You should
see one. Much attentibn, much ex­
citement, much work. Stay over a
day or two. The streams w ill then
be fordable, and you and your
scouts, in the meantime, w ill be well
entertained. Plenty of bears!"
“ Bears?” echoed Bowie.
Francisco nodded. "Dozens. They
come down from the mountains at
night after the matanza offal. Plenty
of chance for a bear fight if you like
The Texan showed interest, asked
more questions, and said he would
talk to his scouts.
The next morning Bowie and his
host rode out to where the matanza
was in progress. Pardaloe and Sim-
mie were already on the scene,
watching every move of the vaque-
ros as one rode quietly into the
corral, lassoed a steer by the horns
and brought him outside.
When the rider had the beast well
placed, a second vaquero roped the
steer’s hind legs, threw him and,
with two ropes taut, tied his feet in
a bunch and, with a knife, gave him
the golpe de gracia.
What interested the Texan, sea­
soned as to cattle and horses, was
the skill and speed with which the
vaqueros worked and the almost
human intelligence of their horses—
the perfection of their response to
every hint of their rider in snaring
and handling a steer. It was par­
ticularly this skill of the horses that
made the work proceed rapidly with­
out mishap or hitch.
For two days the work went for­
ward speedily. The matanza ground
was a scene of the greatest activity.
To the Texan the spectacle of such
abundance, such profusion of waste
and such indifference to everything
but the work in hand was a source
of amazement.
A hearty lunch
served to the family at noon was
followed by a heartier dinner for
the evening, with the difference that
native wine accompanied the din­
ner. This was the fam ily gathering
of the day at which the hostess and
her daughter were form ally dressed.
After the fam ily had settled about
the fire in the living room and the
conversation had shown signs of lag­
ging, Don Ramon, made a request
of Carmen.
Carmen took her place at the fam­
ily harp, ran her fingers over the
strings and sang a Spanish song.
The conversation and the words of
the song were lost on Bowie, but
not the clear, true notes of the g irl’s
Don Francisco explained that the
song was the appeal of a lover to the
stars to bear witness of his devotion
to his mistress. Carmen sang again,
a French chanson. It was very
slight, but it echoed in Bowie’s ears
most of the night.
It bothered Bowie, that in these
household meetings he could never
manage to catch the eye of Carmen.
He was discreet enough not to at­
tempt to coax her glance his way—
and old enough to be ashamed of
himself for his curiosity. But curi­
osity persisted. Toward the end of
his stay a natural resentment at the
aloofness of one who had for a week
enlisted his lively interest impelled
him to practice such retaliatory
measure as he could. The least sat­
isfactory feature of his attempt to
ignore her was that this made no
apparent difference whatever tq
Carmen. I f she were aware, there
was no evidence of it—for her, he
seemed not to exist.
Don Francisco, on the other hand,
grew increasingly attached to Bow­
ie. Everything about the Texan in­
terested the youth. Especially was
he fascinated by the plainsman’s
novel revolver. Indeed, the whole
male population of Rancho Guada­
lupe marveled at a pistol that would
shoot six bullets without recharging.
The matanza always brought down
an army of bears from the hills, and
Don Francisco, seeking excuse to
prolong the stay of the hunters,
promised them as many bear fights
as they had stomach for—black
bears, cinnamon bears and occasion­
ally the famed monarch of the Si­
erras, the grizzly, the highly re­
spected oso pardo, as Don Francisco
called him. This prospect of ad­
venture interested the two scouts.
They added their appeal to that of
Don Francisco, and Bowie — not
loath to linger near the flame of the
distant candle he had lighted for
Hardly had night fallen when the
vanguard of the bears arrived from
the hills. Tempted by the rejected
meat and offal of the matanza, the
bears would come down at nightfall
for a feast. This gave the hunters,
disposed for sport, their chance.
Shortly the matanza ground was
well filled with the hairy monsters,
gorging, growling, fighting among
themselves and snapping ferociously
at those bolder coyotes who dared
trespass on the preserves of their
banqueting “ betters.”
The Texans watched. Don Ramon,
circling a chosen bear, lassoed him
by the neck; Don Francisco, watch­
ing his chance, executed the more
difficult feat of roping the bear’«
hind legs; and the two horsemen,
riding then in opposite directions,
forced the bear to fight his utmost
Grip the screw top of a Jar with
to save himself. In the end he was
killed. The vaqueros made nightly
sport with the big fellows. The Tex­
ans. seeing bear after bear brought
to the knife, were not greatly im ­
In the mornuig Dun Ramon invit­
ed Bowie for a canter over the
rancho. He particularly wanted to
see how the ruin had left the foot­
bridge leading across the river to
the grain fields which stretched in
rolling acres toward the bay. Re­
turning, he suggested a short cut
through the hills. The two men
were riding briskly abreast when,
crossing a canyon, they stumbled
suddenly, almost on top of a bear
ambling along on her way with two
cubs to the matanza ground.
“ M ira! Cuidadol Oso pardo,”
cried Don Ramon.
The warning was well ordered.
The bear, enraged, reared with the
swiftness of a jack-in-the-box on her
huge feet and sprang, as luck would
have it, at Don Ramon. She struck
him with a raking blow of her claw.
It caught his trouser leg. The stout
cloth, unhappily for the rider, held
and the unlucky Don found himself
torn from the saddle. In catapult­
ing headfirst to the ground his foot
caught in the stirrup, and his fren­
zied horse dashed down the canyon,
cragging the rider a dozen yards
before the Don could release him­
self. As he kicked clear with a
mighty effort his head struck a rock,
and he sprawled on tbe canyon floor,
half conscious. The bear dashed
awkward but swiftly after the flee­
ing horse and the helpless rider.
Bowie, close at hand, had barely
seconds to head his panicky mount
toward the angry beast and uncoil
his lasso. Yelling to the Don to
flee,,Bowie flung his rope at the lop­
ing grizzly. It settled over her head
and Bowie, spurring sw iftly back
despite the weight and size of the
grizzly, jerked the monster around
and threw her off her feet.
Only for an instant. Rolling over,
the bear, doubly infuriated, seized
the lasso in her claw and began reel­
ing Bowie and his horse hand over
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But in that instant the bear
charged him.
hand toward her. The Texan per­
ceived his peril. His horse strove
vainly to pit his strength against the
strength of his enormous enemy. It
was a hopeless endeavor. Relent­
lessly the bear dragged horse and
rider toward him. Luckily a sizable
tree stood near. With shout and
spur Bowie, plunging forward,
whirled the horse and managed to
circle the tree before the bear could
take up all the slack. I t gave the
Texan an instant of respite, and
he dismounted. But in that instant
the bear charged him.
The tree between the two was of
little consequence, as the hunted
man was aware, and the grizzly’s
leap was far beyond the nimblest
feat of a runner. Taking what was at
best a merely desperate chance,
Bowie, as he jumped, fired shot aft­
er shot into the bear’s mouth and
head. Then he dropped the empty
revolver, whipped out his knife and,
waiting not a second, plunged di­
rectly into the bear’s arms for what
was likely to prove a fatal em­
brace. Only one of the two, he knew
could come out alive.
The foreman Pedro was riding
away from the corral when he saw
Don Ramon's riderless horse racing
out of the hills. The half-breed real­
ized at once there was trouble.
Shouting to near-by vaqueros to fol­
low, he spurred for the hills. Be­
fore he reached them Bowie’s horse,
dragging the broken rope, shot out
of the canyon and gave him the di­
rection. At the same moment he
heard pistol shots echoing down the
canyon walls. Urging his compan­
ions who were stringing along be­
hind to follow fast, Pedro galloped
into the canyon.
His practiced eye told him the
story as he rode. Whatever it had
been, it was over, for the canyon
was as still as the grave. On he
galloped until, rounding a bend, he
saw the bodies of the grizzly and
the Texan lying less than ten yards
apart, both apparently dead.
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They give you vitamin* and
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