Into Mexico and out! .. . crowds. No, I reminded him, it came by wireless to us Americans only. He laughed nervously. Youre lucky to be out of it, he said, and,shaking my hand again, he went smiling down the gang-plank. A popular,familiar figure there, he greeted and was greeted by all sorts and conditionsof Mexicans, who smiled back intimately at him. But he hurried, he seemedalmost to duck out through that mass of friendly workers and masters. He had cause to duck. He knew—^all Americans resident in Mexico know—the hate, the watchful, waiting hate of the Mexican for the American. Hate you? s
Into Mexico and out! .. . crowds. No, I reminded him, it came by wireless to us Americans only. He laughed nervously. Youre lucky to be out of it, he said, and,shaking my hand again, he went smiling down the gang-plank. A popular,familiar figure there, he greeted and was greeted by all sorts and conditionsof Mexicans, who smiled back intimately at him. But he hurried, he seemedalmost to duck out through that mass of friendly workers and masters. He had cause to duck. He knew—^all Americans resident in Mexico know—the hate, the watchful, waiting hate of the Mexican for the American. Hate you? said a wild young Mexican officer to me one day on a troop-train. The Mexican hate for you Gringos would put joy into the su-preme passion of rape, fire into the flames of arson, virtue into robbery,and a crown of glory on death and defeat at war with you. When I laughed in the face of his hate and remarked that it was too well-e.^ressed to be deeper than his mind, he choked: Both, both with our EVERYBODYS MAGAZINE 534. heads and our hearts, they drew PAINTED BY HARVEY DUNN /^
Size: 1733px × 1442px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookidintomexicoou, bookyear1916
