The California padres and their missions . l Enriquez: and there liesupon her breast a tiny baby form. Alas! muy querida! Ra-mon walks behind, and looks neither to right nor left, as theytake their place at the head of the Uttle procession. And sothey go, up the white, dusty road, to the campo santo. Muy querida, muy querida, says the great bell: slower andslower, muy querida, muy . . and so, ceases. The sun was going down, its warm light dying away upthe ancient wall. Far away sounded the faint thrumming ofthe mandoUn in the cottage across the road: the three Mexi-cans were still silently gam
The California padres and their missions . l Enriquez: and there liesupon her breast a tiny baby form. Alas! muy querida! Ra-mon walks behind, and looks neither to right nor left, as theytake their place at the head of the Uttle procession. And sothey go, up the white, dusty road, to the campo santo. Muy querida, muy querida, says the great bell: slower andslower, muy querida, muy . . and so, ceases. The sun was going down, its warm light dying away upthe ancient wall. Far away sounded the faint thrumming ofthe mandoUn in the cottage across the road: the three Mexi-cans were still silently gambling. Yes, it is a desolate little spot, the campo santo of San 1 The foregoing sketch was written some short time ago, before certainrenovations were made about the cemetery which have changed the atmos-phere of the place. I confess to an unreasonable wish that Gods Acre mighthave been spared by the industrious hand of the whitewasher, when the zealfor cleaning up seized upon the village fathers of San Gabriel. SAN FERNANDO. — -^r* V \ > -C^^ Mission San Fernando Rey de Espana, andPadre Napoleon Still the doves of San FernandoTo the Padres fountain wheel,And the dark-skinned old senorasTend their roses of Castile. ^n Fremonts journal of his travels in California in 1844,^ there is under date of April 13 the entry of an incident, per-haps trivial in itself, but I Hke it both because of its pictur-esqueness and because it gives a hint of how far the candleof Mission civilization sometimes shot its rays. The expedi-tion was in a lonely pass of the Tehachepi Mountains, newlyout of the solitudes of the San Joaquin Valley and about toenter the forbidding wastes of the Mojave Desert. *In theevening a Christian Indian rode into camp, well dressed, withlarge spurs and a sombrero, and speaking Spanish was an unexpected apparition and a strange, pleasant sightin this desolate gorge of a mountain — an Indian face, Span-ish costume, jingling spurs, and horse
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