The California padres and their missions . nam, or Santa Ysabel, village should be reached. TheFather was in the lead, our early acquaintance Jose closebehind. They halted for a moment to rest before going on tothe village. The Father noticed with gratification that thewhole population was stationed on a hillock just beyond thevillage, evidently in expectation of his arrival; but he won-dered why the foolish people waited there, instead of hasten-ing to meet him. They had caught sight of him, for he sawthem gesticulate, and it seemed to him that they pointed to-ward the houses, as if to draw h
The California padres and their missions . nam, or Santa Ysabel, village should be reached. TheFather was in the lead, our early acquaintance Jose closebehind. They halted for a moment to rest before going on tothe village. The Father noticed with gratification that thewhole population was stationed on a hillock just beyond thevillage, evidently in expectation of his arrival; but he won-dered why the foolish people waited there, instead of hasten-ing to meet him. They had caught sight of him, for he sawthem gesticulate, and it seemed to him that they pointed to-ward the houses, as if to draw his attention to something. Sohe looked, and his eyes caught the gleam of a large yellow ob-ject, set up as if it were a shrine, in the center of the odd, he thought; what had the silly Indians been up tonow? They moved on toward the village, and as they ap-proached, the Elcuanams cautiously approached also. Whenthe Father arrived pretty near, he stopped, gazed hard,rubbed his eyes, gazed again, and then said to Jose, Jose, 26. r# z ?< w o H o 5 z W <; ^ M Pi ^; o O fa c/5 t:2 your eyes are better than mine: what is that in the village?Joses eyes were already starting from his head, as if to geta better focus on what he saw. Padre, he said, almost ina whisper, I think it is the yellow thing that Pio sergeant made it open when we went for the package,and it was like that. Holy Saints! cried the Father; itlooks like that to me, too, but it cannot be. How could myumbrella get to Santa Ysabel? And what has become ofPio? If it is the umbrella, he must have brought it , said Jose, there he is. I think it is Pio, but helooks very funny, and he is kneeling in front of the yellowthing as if he was saying his prayers. Saying his prayers!said the priest with warmth; indeed, he had better say hisprayers if it is he! And the party hurried forward. As we know, there was no mistake about its being Pio. Asfor the prayers, — an unusual demonstration from
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