Old Mexico and her lost provinces; a journey in Mexico, southern California, and Arizona, by way of Cuba . o had a settle-ment on a bold slope of the estate above. There is much native Indian blood among these latter,and their dwellings were half wigwams, patched up ofrubbish. Mongrel dogs, a donkey, and a foundered horsewandered at ease among them. A reddish-brown urchin,with large, liquid eyes, coming out, paused to gaze at us. Cor-r-re^ demonio de muchacho P (R-r-run, demon ofa boy!) cried a slatternly mother, who appeared behind,endeavoring to urge him upon some errand of peculiarexpeditio
Old Mexico and her lost provinces; a journey in Mexico, southern California, and Arizona, by way of Cuba . o had a settle-ment on a bold slope of the estate above. There is much native Indian blood among these latter,and their dwellings were half wigwams, patched up ofrubbish. Mongrel dogs, a donkey, and a foundered horsewandered at ease among them. A reddish-brown urchin,with large, liquid eyes, coming out, paused to gaze at us. Cor-r-re^ demonio de muchacho P (R-r-run, demon ofa boy!) cried a slatternly mother, who appeared behind,endeavoring to urge him upon some errand of peculiarexpedition. But the demon of a boy, exemplifying the traits of hisrace, had no idea whatever of being in a hurry. On thecontrary, having removed to a safe distance, he dawdledin the most exasperating way, and continued to stareround-eyed during all of our critical tour of inspection. The work of the year was now the pruning of thevines. Stripped of every superfluity, the rugged littlestocks, regimented veterans, were to stand bare till theexuberance of a new spring sliould again break forth in LOS ANGELES. 445. 446 OLD MEXICO AND HER LOST PROVINCES. leaves. Faustino, Gaetano, Incarnacion, and the rest, forso they are called, appear to picturesque advantage inthis work. Their swarthy faces are framed in slouchsombreros. They wear red-and-blue shirts, and brighthandkerchiefs about their necks. They move forward ina line, pruning-knife in hand, and a small saw at the beltfor the tougher knots. The spots of color twinkle uponthe russet of the vineyard; the pruning-knives flash asthey turn to the sun; the ground has a gentle, agreeablefall; and splintered granite mountains, with deep canonsamong them for exploration, softened by a veil of atmos-phere, back up the whole. The orange-tree, even at a great age, is not as large asone may have expected. Even those of a hundred yearsin the mission garden are not above two feet in diame-ter. It is gratifying to be at full liberty to examine thisattr
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