"No ship came, but something else did--an earthquake! Ay yi, what an earthquake that was! Not a _temblor_ but a _terremoto_. The whole Presidio came down. I do not know now how we saved all the babies, but we always flew to the open with a baby under each arm the moment an earthquake began, and in the first seconds even this was not so bad. The wall about the Presidio was fourteen feet high and seven feet thick and there were solid trunks of trees crossed inside the adobe. It looked like a heap of dirt, nothing more. Luis was riding up from the Battery of Yerba Buena and his horse was flung down and he saw the sand-dunes heaving toward him like waves in a storm and shiver like quicksilver. And there was a roar as if the earth had dropped and the sea gone after. Ay California! And to think that when Luis wrote a bitter letter to Governor Arillaga in Monterey, the old Mexican wrote back that he had felt earthquakes himself and sent him a box of dates for consolation! Well--we slept on the ground for two months and cooked out-of-doors, for we would not go even into the Mission--which had not suffered--until the earthquakes were over; and if the worst comes first there are plenty after--and, somehow, harder to bear. Perhaps to Concha that terrible time was a God-send, for she thought no more of Rezanov for a while. If the earthquake does not swallow your body it swallows your little self. You are a flea. Just that and nothing more. "But after a time all was quiet again; the houses were rebuilt and Concha went back to Santa Barbara. By that time she knew that Rezanov would never come, although it was several years before she had a word. Such stories have been told that she did not know of his death for thirty years! Did not Baranhov, Chief-manager of the Russian-Alaskan Company up there at Sitka, send Koskov--that name was so like!--to Bodega Bay in 1812, and would he fail to send such news with him? Was not Dr. Langsdorff's book published in 1814? Did not Kotzbue, who was on his excellency's staff during the embassy to Japan, come to us in 1816, and did we not talk with him every day for a month? Did not Rezanov's death spoil all Russia's plans in this part of the world--perhaps, who knows? alter the course of her history? It is likely we were long without hearing the talk of the North! Such nonsense! Yes, she knew it soon enough, but as that good Padre Abella once said to us, she had the making of the saint and the martyr in her, and even when she could hope no more she did not die, nor marry some one else, nor wither up and spit at the world. Long before the news came, indeed, she carried out a plan she had conceived, so Padre Abella told us, even while Rezanov was yet here. There were no convents in California in those days--you may know what a stranded handful we were--but she joined the Tertiary or Third Order of Franciscans, and wore always the grey habit, the girdle, and the cross.