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The Gold Hill News, Gold Hill, Oregon Thursday, S»pt. 19. 1940 AROUND >h. HOUSE CHAPTER XII— Continued —It— these. Take, senor, the powder and ball.” "Sanchez, I will not forget you.” “But you will come back?" Bowie looked at the land he loved, the fair land to which he was say ing good-by. He looked at Sanchez. “Quien sabe?" He watched the Indian ride silent ly away. Away, mused Bowie, to the scene of his bitterest tragedy and his dead ly revenge. Why is it that, like the wounded animal, we crawl back to die where the arrow struck us down? And I, he mused on, back to the desert, back to the torment of hun ger and thirst; leaving this land flowing with milk and honey and licking my wound—perhaps, who knows, to die. Well—let Sanchez go to Guadalupe. I won’t go back.” In Texas the adventurer found ev erything changed. And, to his taste, changed for the worse, Bowrie had left the sturdy little republic imbued with some feeling of enthusiasm for a country he could CHAPTER XIII But he knew Bowie better than any other person at Guadalupe. He had "Well—if you say so, Padre—so Rancho Guadalupe was not quiet seen him in many tight places; he be it,” replied Bowie. during the year following Bowie’s had seen him meet emergency and The priest rose. “I will give you departure. Political disturbances knew his resourcefulness. He could absolution. I will perform your pen marked the period throughout Cali only say, and did say, that he ance for you. And whatever hap fornia Rival Mexican factions were thought Bowie would make it and pens, you will be ready. Good-by, in motion most of the time. Fre return. my son. You now truly are my mont, increasingly bold, had en Many moons passed at the rancho son.” He raised his wrinkled hand, larged the scope of his depredations. before anyone knew whether Pe expressed the symbol of eternity Commodore Stockton Hhd not as yet dro's prophecy or Don Ramon's above him, and spoke low and rap told him bluntly where he belonged. foreboding would prove right. Guad idly the serious words of absolution. Pardaloe and Stmmie, deserted by alupe affairs did not improve in Again the lumbering footstep was Bowie, felt the wanderlust and re the long interval; rather, they grew heard in the corridor. "Come!” signed at Guadalupe to betake worse. shouted the guard, unlocking and To make matters worse at Guad themselves to Sutter's where, as opening the door. It would have alupe, Don Ramon, never robust, a hunters and riflemen, they were been so easy, thought Bowie, to welcomed by the energetic Swiss. man of peace, unfitted to cope with have knocked him down. If there had been lingering, after such conditions, fell ill, and the trou “I am ready, amigo.” Speaking Bowie's departure from Guadalupe, bled management of the rancho fell placatingly, the padre stepped into a penumbra of the reputation that on Dona Maria. the corridor and walked away. This, in turn, meant that Carmen his presence had established at the rancho, it faded completely when would have to assume a share of As darkness fell Bowie stood close his scouts left. Minor marauders the burden, and she did so. Pedro to the peephole, watching for the had heretofore steered clear of the gradually came to look to her first padre to pass in the corridor. He noted hacienda, since the Tejanos for her mother's orders and at was no longer anxious to finish the were known to visit swift and severe length for her own. Carmen of ne tunnel, feeling sure that he could punishment on any who ran off cessity became active in the saddle take Sanchez with him. horses or cattle. The wild Tulares, and, under the wing of Pedro and A hooded figure passed Bowie's the Mexican rovers and the wan his husky vaqueros, full of fight at cell and, without pausing, walked dering Americanos had long been the thought of marauders. Her down the corridor. The Texan tip content to do their pillaging else mother’s chief worry was that the toed back to his stool and sat down burning-eyed girl would become em where. to listen. Seemingly everything united in broiled, to her undoing, in resist Hour after hour passed in the cell, that year to make the situation of ing minor raids on the rancho. with Bowie straining his ears and None of this round of anxieties Don Ramon and Guadalupe unpleas senses to hear the whistle which ant. And at the dinners many were and excitement diminished the in should tell him the horses had come. the regretful expressions that Bowie terest of Dona Maria or her daugh Sanchez stealthily appeared at the had deserted the rancho—for so his ter in the affairs of Mission Santa cell door and unlocked it. Bowie going was mildly characterized by Clara. Its now rapid spoliation by drew him in for a whispered confi the greedy Mexican government his Spanish friends. dence. One morning after an especially served to sharpen the sympathies “Two horses will soon be left be exasperating report had come in of Dona Maria and Carmen for the hind the guardhouse. I wait for from Pedro, about a caballeria of patient padres who submitted with them.” horses that had been run off during out resistance to the outrageous pil "Why two?” the night by thieving Americanos, lage of their corrupt oppressors. "You are going with me.” “It is not for ourselves, dear seño Carmen spoke up with spirit. “Me?” “But why,” she asked of no one rita,'’ said Padre Martinez to Car “ Yes, you. Do you want to be in particular, “ why, instead of talk- men, “that we mourn, but for these shot? When you hear the whistle, j ing so much about it, don’t we do poor neophytes, our Indian men and come back and we will start.” something about getting Senor Bow Indian women whom we are forced Sanchez hesitated. . "Hark! the to turn away to drift back, so many ie back?” signal,” whispered Bowie. “I will What could be done, even to get of them, into savagery. With our wait for you at the horses. Work track of him, let alone getting him fast.” back to Guadalupe? Inquiry fol The Texan curbed his nervous ap lowed inquiry concerning him. Car prehension as well tas he could. men especially took up the subject Slinking around to the rear of the X with energy. It was quite in vain. S jail, he found the horses, their heads His friends were besought to hunt roped together. They stood quiet “ And whatever happens, you him up. Dr. Doane was enlisted; and Bowie, after patting them, will be ready.” he worked at the task. He had a walked back to the guardroom. friendly interest in bringing him call his own, hoping as he did to “Sanchez,” whispered Bowie in unite with its fortunes the grandiose back to what appeared to his vision the dark, “can you find me a knife domain an altered situation. of the Pacific Coast. or a pistol?” At Mission Santa Clara Padre In California itself he had been “Here are both, senor. And I forced to realize how futile any such Martinez was appealed to. He, too, have one each for myself; and pow effort must be. Much greater na was very ready to do what he could, der and lead.” tions—the ambitious Americans, the which was little, but he wrote to “Then you are ready?” perennially grasping British, the fellow missioners in the South to “Ready, senor.” Black-bearded Russians, the easy ask that they be on the lookout. In "Listen. Before I go back to the going Spaniards and the thrice-stu- Yerba Buena Nathan Spear, Dr. horses I will leave my compliments pid Mexicans—were all striving to Doane's friend, told the doctor that to Pico. Take your keys and un land in their laps the prize of the he had in his safe a considerable lock every door along the corridor.” world—California. sum of money belonging to Bowie “Senor!” And now after ten years the re but had no clue as to where the “Exactly—every door. Give ev public of Texas was no more. A owner might be. He could write, ery man his chance to get away new crop of politicians had sprung and did write, to his Los Angeles from this Mexican scoundrel. Make up. The warriors of Texas were correspondent. Beyond this, that a haste.” gone, or their counsels were sneered man of the same surname, Bowie, Bowie returned to the horses. He at. The slaveholders of the United had been in prison at San Diego on loosed them and awaited Sanchez, States were plotting to add the vast a charge of treason and had made who lost no time in rejoining him. territory of the little republic to the his escape, nothing further could be The horses’ feet were muffled, and slaveholding states, and they now learned as to his whereabouts. the two mounted men, riding with controlled the sentiment of Texas. At Sutter’s neither of Bowie’s extreme care and with Sanchez for Ysabel was right! men, Pardaloe or Simmie, had any The wheat is almost cut. guide, made their escape without It took some time for Bowie to get track of him. They were told at an alarm being sounded. Working all this clear in his head. But the Sutter’s that he had packed up, re ’cattle taken and our horses sold east by north, daybreak found them clearer the intrigue became, the sisting all inducements to remain, how can we buy grain to feed these well into the first range of moun deeper grew his disgust for the an and left the fort. poor people? And it would break tains to the east of the presidio. A ray of light on the fate of the your heart, señorita, to see them nexationists who were seated in the “We are well out of that rascal’s political saddles. missing man came, after a year or plead with us for food. They look reach, Sanchez,” said Bowie. “The He realized that, after all, poli more, from a least expected quar to us as children to their mother. question now is: what do we want tics held no abiding interest for ter. Pedro, one morning, brought They do not understand. They only to do? I am on my way to Texas. him. The thing that pleased him in word that the missing Sandhez say, -’We are hungry.’ What can we Do you want to come along?” most was the wild longhorns of the had come back; that he had found do?” “Texas, senor? Where is that?” great prairies. The longhorn of his the rascal, Yosco and killed him Carmen’s eyes flashed. "I know “A long way—six, seven sleeps if youth had not changed; the vast and he was hiding somewhere near no trouble on the way. If trouble, sweep of the Staked Plain had not Mission Santa Clara and had men what we can do, Padre. We have at Guadalupe every promise of a no one can say how many sleeps. changed. tioned to Indians there news of bountiful harvest. The wheat is al Sometimes bad Indians; sometimes Bowie. And then there was a sense of the most ready to cut. There is a gran lose the way. Wide deserts, high comradeship of these men that rode Pedro was dispatched to the mis mountains, deep rivers. But I with him through fair sunshine and sion Indians at once with instruc ary full of last year's wheat. You crossed them once. I can do it foul northers, men who had no am tions to bring Sanchez back by fair shall have every bushel above our again. While we rest, think it over. bition but to serve, no instinct but means or foul, to assure him that own needs for your poor Indians. If you want to come with me, I of loyalty, in whose lexicons there his old job was open for him and This wretched robber Mexican gov will take the best care I can of was no such word as fear—most of that, while he had not been forgiv ernment! What greedy beasts! Talk about Americanos! They couldn’t be you.” them had fought in the battles of en for killing the man who had tak Warmed by the sun, breakfasted, Texas for freedom—men who hated en his sweetheart, his conduct would worse!” and fatigued by the excitement and the greaser politicos with a right be overlooked. After two days of ' “Such is our lot, my child,” said strain of the escape, Bowie eous hatred and owed no fealty to suspense at Guadalupe Pedro, ear Padre Martinez, thanking her. “Cease not to pray. Only to heaven stretched before the dying fire and any but their leader. ly the third morning, walked into can we turn for help.” fell asleep. While he napped San To Bowie such men were all in the office of Don Ramon to say he chez sat drawing figures in the all. His concerns were their con had Sanchez with him. In Monterey Dr. Doane’s office sandy soil with bits of sticks. cerns, his feuds, their feuds; his Dona Maria and Carmen joined Bowie woke and rose to his feet. enemies, their enemies. Bowie loved Don Ramon and waited to hear San was not far from the water front. “Sanchez,” he asked, “what do you his cowboys; they loved him— chez’ story. It was vivid and ab The doctor himself, in the inner of fice, was engaged one morning in say? What do you want to do?” proved it through storm and stress. sorbing, for Sanchez told everything. reading when the outer door opened The Indian’s mind was made up. Yet something, somewhere in his But in the end the question mark and a bearded man looked in on “Senor,” he said respectfully, “I thoughts, would never quite disap of mystery still remained. The two him. think it better for me to stay in my pear. Banished, it would always men had parted in the mountains, The doctor glanced up. “Bowie!” own country. I will go back to come back. Those other nights, Sanchez to go north, Bowie to work he exclaimed. “Where in Texas did Rancho Guadalupe.” those nights glorified by the same his way over the inhospitable Si Bowie could hardly have believed, stars—it was the thought of those erras and across the trackless des you come from? Sit down.” “ I hardly expected to see you until he heard them, how sharply that stole in on his wakeful hours. ert and the Staked Plain into far again in California,” said the doc the words would cut him. Guada With everything to invite sleep- away Texas. tor, when the men had seated them lupe! What that meant to him! peace in the silent camp, peace in It was a recital so convincing that What moments of sheer happiness, the stilled winds, a hard day’s ride none thought to question it. Surmise selves, “so tell me all about it.” “Not much to tell,” countered what dreams buoyant with life, what behind, a hard day’s ride ahead_ fixed only on the possibilities of the memories of snow-capped peaks, sleep would not come. The stars of outcome. To undertake such a feat, Bowie. “I got a letter from Cap tain Sutter while I was in San An challenging storms, delectable sun the vast plains to look up at . . even in a stout company of fron shine! What peace at an evening but these same stars lighted the tiersmen, at that early period of tonio, making me a pretty good of fer to join him as a partner. So fireside, with a presence near, while night in California. The cattle— travel, was enough to I’m on my way to San Francisco, he hoarded, miserlike, within his with their death-dealing horns, were California give the hardy pause; to attempt it as they call it now, to get some breast the silent treasure of his full brother warriors of those long alone was a challenge to the most money from Nat Spear and take a dreams! horns of California, reckless adventurer. Spanish thought boat Wednesday with my horses up Then the rude awakening! The Everything seemed to say Cali would dismiss such an attempt as the river. It’s three months now stinging wound, the crushing reali fornia. Before he had left it they insanity. Yet the men who were to since the captain wrote, so he may zation that his castle dreams had had told him it would be so. No make California into a frontier em have made different arrangements. vanished. Guadalupe indeed! one, they told him, could forget Cal pire did attempt the hazards of such We’ll see.” He nodded slowly in response to ifornia. He would, they said, al endeavor sometimes, though by There was a natural bond of sym Sanchez’ decision. “Perhaps it is ways hear the soft wild call of the no means and always, got through. pathy between the Irish doctor and better so. Yes. I am sure it is. oriole, the plaintive note of the Much talk followed Sanchez’ news. the gaunt Texan. They talked some These are your friends. They will meadow lark, the distant coo of the Don Ramon gavg up at once all welcome you, Sanchez. You are ruddy-throated dove. If he had to expectations of ever seeing Bowie time before the conversation turnad what Bowie wanted to hear about. wise.” think of California, these were the again. The Indians were divided in to But since both were pretty good In parting, Sanchez gave to Bow thoughts he tried to dwell on. One opinion. Sanchez doubted whether ie the flint and tinder and the salt. he doggedly tried to shun—the mu Bowie could survive the perils and at masking their inner thoughts and “But what will you do?” sic of one voice, a voice that he hardships that lay ahead of him. each waited on the other, it took "I will stop at Mission San Ga strove so hard not to hear when Pedro could not argue or express time to bring the talk around to Rancho Guadalupe. briel. The padres will give me sleep shunned him. himself eloquently on any subject. (TO BE CO N TINUED ) ) If new tinware is rubbed with iresh lard and thoroughly heated in the oven before it is used, it will never rust, no matter how much it is put into water. For stained tinware borax produces the best results. 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