Steven knew now that the thing he most wanted was to stay in the
mountains, to trade with New Mexico and to mingle in the company of
Indians and fighters, of traders and exploring trappers. Not to
Chihuahua would his pilgrimage be, to buy brocades and bracelets of
garnets for his sweetheart, as the young swains of New Spain were wont,
to show their valor, braving Indians and deserts--but to New Orleans,
where one day he would take his bride to the home of his parents. He
hung about her neck a riband from which dangled the tiny silver wagon of
the caravans.
“Next year we shall travel with them, _verdad_?”
While they waited for the fraile to come over from his house, whither
Ceran St. Vrain had sent to fetch him, Consuelo lifted a radiant face,
dewy with tears. “And our house shall be furnished not from Chihuahua,
not from Spain, but from America, and the bodegas of Mercer & Son.”
_De Despedida_
And so Steven and Consuelo lived in the land of the Red Trail’s end and
built for the coming empire from the East. Though the Trail was
crimsoned for a quarter of a century afterward with the blood of
pioneers, and the prairies encarnadined with the dying buffalo, still
the silver caravans came. Over the Red Trail Consuelo and Steven
traveled in their youth, again in middle life, to find upon their return
a Santa Fe which was now within the borders of the United States, an
American territory. When civil war divided North and South and the house
of Mercer & Co. came to ruin, Steven in his maturity knew why he had
left home, and his father and mother, to found a new fortune.
Steven did not live to see the snorting iron horse steam along the banks
of the Arkansas. And the city which was first to be founded, three
centuries before, by the Conquistadores of Old Spain was the last to be
relinquished by Spanish-speaking rulers, to learn the tongue of new
conquerors and become one of the United States. Yet had it not been for
Bent, St. Vrain, Hope and Don Tiburcio, Consuelo and Steven, the Villa
de Santa Fe would never have rendered herself peacefully over to the
Americans.
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