Frontier and pioneer life -- New Mexico -- Juvenile fiction; New Mexico -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction
They were irksome days to me. Idleness displayed the bad qualities of
my half-savage associates. The ribald jest and fearful oath rang
continually in my ears, until I was fain to wander off to the woods with
the old botanist, who, during these three days, revelled in the happy
excitement of discovery.
I found companionship also in the Maricopa. This strange man had
studied science deeply, and was conversant with almost every noted
author. He was reserved only when I wished him to talk of himself.
Seguin during these days was taciturn and lonely. He took but little
heed of what was going on around him. He seemed to be suffering from
impatience, as every now and then he paid a visit to the tasajo. He
passed many hours upon the adjacent heights, looking anxiously towards
the east: that point whence our spies would come in from the Pinon.
There was an azotea on the ruin. I was in the habit of seeking this
place at evening after the sun had grown less fervid. It afforded a
fine prospect of the valley; but its chief attraction to me lay in the
retirement I could there obtain. The hunters rarely climbed up to it,
and their wild and licenced converse was unheard for the time. I used
to spread my blanket among the crumbling parapets, and stretched upon
it, deliver myself up to the sweet retrospect, or to still sweeter
dreams that my fancy outlined upon the future. There was one object on
my memory: upon that object only did my hopes dwell.
I need not make this declaration; at least to those who have truly
loved.
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In the programme placed before me by Seguin, I had not bargained for
such wanton cruelties as I was now compelled to witness. It was not the
time to look back, but forward, and perhaps, over other scenes of blood
and brutality, to that happier hour, when I should have redeemed my
promise, and won the prize, beautiful Zoe.
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My reverie was interrupted. I heard voices and footsteps; they were
approaching the spot where I lay. I could see that there were two men
engaged in an earnest conversation. They did not notice me, as I was
behind some fragments of the broken parapet, and in the shadow. As they
drew nearer, I recognised the patois of my Canadian follower, and that
of his companion was not to be mistaken. The brogue was Barney's,
beyond a doubt.
These worthies, I had lately noticed, had become "as thick as two
thieves," and were much in each other's company. Some act of kindness
had endeared the "infantry" to his more astute and experienced
associate, who had taken him under his patronage and protection.
I was vexed at the intrusion; but prompted by some impulse of curiosity,
I lay still and listened.
Barney was speaking as they approached.
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