Southern California; . heads or answered, no sabe. How-ever, I managed to make them under-stand, and incidentally saw manypicturesque glimpses of their simplehome life — the girl returning fromthe spring with a pail of water in eachhand, the dark adobe room with glow-ing coals in the fireplace and the steaming pot, the black-eyed children playing with their dolls and the group ofmen chatting while they soaked their rawhide thongsin the ditch. The simplicity and intimate familiarityof old and young, the gentleness and placidity of theirlife was charming and fraught with many a lesson forthose w
Southern California; . heads or answered, no sabe. How-ever, I managed to make them under-stand, and incidentally saw manypicturesque glimpses of their simplehome life — the girl returning fromthe spring with a pail of water in eachhand, the dark adobe room with glow-ing coals in the fireplace and the steaming pot, the black-eyed children playing with their dolls and the group ofmen chatting while they soaked their rawhide thongsin the ditch. The simplicity and intimate familiarityof old and young, the gentleness and placidity of theirlife was charming and fraught with many a lesson forthose who would fain be their teachers. Despite all this, the visit left in the mind more ofpathos than of joy. The cough of the consumptive was
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