The California padres and their missions . te she bent her headand became downcast. I did not then know of her connec-tion with the place, and asked, Where you ever there, Do-lores? I was born there, she said: and after a moment,shaking her head, My mother, my father, both died there,both buried there. I remarked that it was very bad to makethe Indians leave Warners. Some day, said Dolores,some day they make us leave here too. Oh, no, I thinknot, I said. You are safe at Palm Springs as long as everyou want to stay. She shook her head: You wait, you see:some day they make us go. And to all argi
The California padres and their missions . te she bent her headand became downcast. I did not then know of her connec-tion with the place, and asked, Where you ever there, Do-lores? I was born there, she said: and after a moment,shaking her head, My mother, my father, both died there,both buried there. I remarked that it was very bad to makethe Indians leave Warners. Some day, said Dolores,some day they make us leave here too. Oh, no, I thinknot, I said. You are safe at Palm Springs as long as everyou want to stay. She shook her head: You wait, you see:some day they make us go. And to all argimients she onlyreplied, Yes, you see. It is not surprising that she should expect it, for, as I said,the story of Agua Caliente is the story of many another In-dian village in California; and the Indian, silent and patient,does not quickly forget. I had spoken confidently to Dolores:yet, I dont know: I should not care to feel that I held my ownhouse on no greater certainty. But then, it is different: I amnot an Indian. SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO. San Juan Capistrano, the Melrose of the Missions Up from the south slow filed a train,Priests and soldiers of old Spain,Who through the sunlit lomas woundWith cross and lance, intent to foundA Mission in that wild to JohnSoldier-saint of Capistran. 5ROM San Luis Rey to San Juan Capistrano, the nextMission northward, is some thirty miles — a beautifuldrive if you can do the journey so; now beside the surfy sea,now over cattle-dotted mesas with glorious outlooks ocean-ward and moimtainward, and now threading flowery canonsand canadas among treeless, dumpling foothills of the sortupon which the Spaniards fixed the name of loma. If yourgoing be by rail, you alight at the station of Capistrano withina stones throw of the Mission; and many visitors contentthemselves with a hurried stop between trains. Seeing it soin the noontide glare, they get little idea of the poetic beautythat enveils it when the shadows of evening creep over it, orin the dew
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