They left the warehouse in charge of an overseer and walked down the
crooked street, crossed the bridge below which the Santa Fe River
flowed, a sparkling racing little stream, and after several turns came
to the plaza. There in a large bodega the caravaners had set out their
goods. In a short while business would begin. Luis’ eyes searched the
Americans assembled in the bodega. Colonel St. Vrain, his young friend,
Steven Mercer, Bragdon, a small boy who was the brother of the
fair-haired girl--ah, the sister had not come, then. Just as well. He
would contrive better opportunities to see this disdainful _exquisita_.
The traders were spreading out their merchandise on the long low tables
that served for counters. Several of them were disposing of their goods
outside, from the wagons, which were surrounded by Pueblo Indians from
Tesuque, above Santa Fe, from Taos, and from the pueblos down upon the
Rio Grande. Silver exchanged hands rapidly within the bodega, while
outside furs and supple deer hides were bartered for the manufactured
articles coveted by the Indians.
Bragdon had already disposed outside of the wagonful of goods which he
had acquired on the Trail through the death of the two New England
traders. He had earrings, rope, paint, cheap knives and good knives,
liquor, and sugar. He had increased the amount of his whisky by diluting
a gallon at least one half, and obtaining for the diluted pints a
buffalo hide each, or the equivalent in the nearer pelts of the Rockies.
The sugar had been amplified by a method all his own and appeared to
satisfy the unaccustomed palate of the Indian just as well as the purer
product. Bragdon worked quickly and had as quickly retired into the
bodega, where he was now ready to dispose of his higher-grade goods.
A line of nankeen trousers was interesting the young men of the town.
They sold out rapidly, and the majority were donned at once. Bragdon’s
shoes did not meet with approval, however, and Luis scornfully laid down
the pair he had been considering when he had discovered that they were
neither rights nor lefts, but straight lasts, to be worn on either foot.
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