The Little Lady of Lagunitas: A Franco-Californian RomanceSavage, Richard
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The Little Lady of Lagunitas: A Franco-Californian Romance
Savage, Richard
California -- Fiction
In San Joaquin, the brigands hold high carnival; they sally out on wild
rides across the upper Sacramento. The mining regions are in terror.
Herds of stolen horses are driven by the Livermore Pass to the south.
Cattle and sheep are divided; they are used for food. Sometimes the
brands are skilfully altered by addition or counterfeit.
Suspicious Mexicans are soon in danger. Short shrift is given to
the horse-thief. The State authorities are powerless in face of the
duplicity of these native residents. They feel they have been enslaved
by the treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. The roads became unsafe. Travellers
are subject to a sudden volley from ambush. The fatal lasso is one
trick; the midnight stab, when lodging in Mexican wayside houses, is
another. There is no longer safety save in the large towns. From San
Diego to Shasta, a chain of criminals leaves a record of bloody deeds.
There are broader reasons than the mere friction of races. The native
Californians are rudely treated in the new courts; their personal rights
are invaded; their homes are not secure; their women are made the prey
of infamous attack.
A deadly feud now rises between the Mexicans and Americans. These brutal
encroachments of the new governing race bring reprisals in chance
duels and secret crimes. This organized robbery is a return blow. The
Americans are forced to travel in posses. They reinforce their sheriffs.
They establish armed messengers. In town and county they execute
suspects by a lively applied Lynch law.
All that is needed to create a general race-war is a determined leader.
As months roll on, the record of violence becomes alarming. Small
stations are attacked, many desperate fights occur. Dead men are
weltering in their blood, on all the trails. A scheming intelligence
seems now to direct the bandits. Pity was never in the Mexican heart.
But now unarmed men are butchered while praying for mercy. Their bodies
are wantonly gashed. Droves of poor, plodding, unarmed Chinese miners
are found lying dead like sheep in rows. Every trail and road is unsafe.
Different bodies of robbers, from five to twenty, operate at the same
time. There is no telegraph here as yet, to warn the helpless settlers.
The following of treasure trains shows that spies are aiding the
bandits.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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