Seeking Fortune in AmericaGrey, F. W. (Frederick William)
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Seeking Fortune in America
Grey, F. W. (Frederick William)
Canada -- Description and travel; Mexico -- Description and travel; United States -- Description and travel
back my draft to me, I think we have the business closed up; please ship
the goods as soon as possible.” The check was endorsed back, and the two
old friends went out arm-in-arm. To his disgust the storekeeper found
next day that No. 1 had been to the bank with the draft, which the bank
had cashed on the storekeeper’s endorsement.
They also show some humour in their thefts. A Mexican lawyer who lived
near me in the French colony had some friends to his house one evening,
who sat out with him on the porch. They went in to supper, and when they
returned found all the chairs had been stolen. The lawyer decided not to
call in the police but to catch the robbers himself, so after his guests
were gone he brought out some more chairs and then hid in the shrubbery
with a gun. There he sat till 3 A.M., when he made up his mind that they
would not come again, so he went into the house to put away the gun.
When he returned to bring in the chairs the rest of them were gone also.
How the thieves must have enjoyed watching him as he watched for them,
and then stealing his chairs from under his nose! The town has hardly
got over laughing about it yet.
As we did not have very much success with the police protection afforded
us by the government during our first year’s work, we asked permission
to have two or three police turned over to us, whom we would pay. The
government refused, but said we could put on any of our own men and buy
them uniforms and clubs, and that then the government would give them
authority as regular police. So the second year we put two of our own
men in uniform, and I picked out two of the cheekiest young cubs we had.
One day a young man of the _gente fine_ (smart set) started to walk
across some fresh-laid pavement, which had not yet cooled and set, when
the policeman interfered and requested him not to cross. The young
fellow gave him a withering glance and started forward again; the
policeman again interfered with the same result. When he started the
third time the policeman grabbed him by the coat tails and pulled him
back. This took the dude by surprise; he tripped over the curb and sat
down rather forcibly on the sidewalk. I was standing about one hundred
feet away, and ran forward as soon as I saw that there would be trouble.
I reached them just as the dude was unmercifully hammering my policeman,
who did not dare to retaliate. I grabbed him by the wrist and gave it a
twist (the old schoolboy trick), and soon had him marching along. He
struggled furiously, and in a few minutes we had a crowd of about one
thousand people around us, and I was glad to see three city policemen
coming up on the run, to whom I turned him over. He spent the rest of
the day in the lock-up, and, the story going round, we had very little
more trouble with this class. On one or two occasions we had trouble
with the police themselves trying to cross our work. On the first
occasion a mounted officer started to ride across some fresh concrete in
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