The Arkansas advocate., 1833-11-27

that the Senor Gan Juan was not entirely at peace with himself, or in good humor with me world. Ills upper man was cased in a knd of jerkin of grey frieze, reaching be- low hls middle, and disclosing his brown and sfTiyelled neck and breast. His neth- CT extfemities, as far as the knees, were aecoutred with brooches of deer-skin, end Ing III two points al each hnee-onament- ed with halfa dozen huge metal buttons, and gTt about lis loins with parti-colored belt, which had probably been the pride of hls boyhood. Below these again, were the long, grey stockings, and the clumsy moecasins of the fashion of the Apaehes- which, with broad-brimmed sombrero up- on his cganium, completed the attire Of the venerable San Juan.
 The donncil was small, square build ing of mud-with thick walls--a flat roof. coyered also with mud to the depth of two feet-a small, low door-and one little. square window, with panes of the mica of the mountains. Inside, there was the pile of coarse, colored blankets-the rough stool or two the small, stoye-like fire place and the dozen images, pictures of saints, crucIfXes and roses of red eambric-all of which characterize the houses of the New Mexicans. Outside was patient donkey chewing upon the argument of some with cred woeds-a hen or tWo-a pig, staked at the door, to keep him out of the fenceless Wheat-fields-and cart, with two masses of pine timber for wheels, huge log for an axle, and anotherfo tongue.
 The reader will, l make no doubt, be glad to learn the cause which invested Don San JuaE with the woiul visage which he was wearing, ofa fine, clear morning in Au- gast--and, certes, am nothing 10th to in- form him. San Juan had been, when young, the most merry and contented fel- low in the world. His voice was the louJ- est n the quaint songs of the fandango, and he was held in high and deserved esteem by all the pretty Senoritas of the village where he llyed-for at that period of his lte, he was-not solitary recluse near the village of San DonGngo-but gay youth in La Canada de Ia Santa Cruz.
 In an unluel<y hour he accompanied q trader to Sonora, and thence to Ghihua- hua. This was the destruction of the peace ot our hero. The great wealth which he saw there, created in him an intense desire fer rlches-a morbid and dissatisfied state ot !nild@ ard he became dtiti and gloomy. lie undertook to dig for silver ore in the mountains of Aemes, and spent in the pur- suit the little money which he had gathered ] by untlring industry. Scheme after scheme 1 he tned, and still he was as poor as eyer- and at the age of thirty, he, wearied of the world-forsook 1t, like Childe Harold and retired to loneliness and obscuEity, a. meng the Pueblo of San Domingo. He raised little blue corn--a little wheat some red pepper-and some tobacco-and had he been contented, he might still have been happy. But EAwho can minister to a mind diseased." Continual smoking had wlthered up his body, till he was as lean as shakspeare's apothecary-andc continual laziness lad made his fields as lean and barren as the same apothecary's shop.- There he sat--with his cigarrito in his mouth--his chin leant upon his two hands-surveying, with dolorous looks, the dismal expanse of his land, relieved here and there by patch of greenness, which looked, amid the surrounding monotony, l like lonely isle in the ocean. His situa- ton had, of late, been far from enviable.- ] The Indians, who had at first welcomed him and assisted him in making his farm and mouse, had lost their esteem for him---lor, industrious themselves, they despise an l. der and a drone. They were to he seen at all times of the day, at work-naked ex- cept cloth about the mIddle-and they naturally condemned their idle neighbor.
 At present, however, Don San Juan gave Indubitable proof that some matter ot iln- mense weight occupied his brain, and press ed like an incubus upon his spirits-for tho his cigar still remained in the corner of his mouth, the smoke had long since ceas- ed to pour it's volumes from that vast cayi- ty-whlle he sat there upon the tongue of his cart, with his neither limbs dangling ceaselessly in the air, and his head still sunk in his hands. At length he arose sud- denly, ike man struck with new idea clapped his hands to9ether-and commence cd singing in loud tone an old jarabe. After this burst ofjoy he again composed himself-drew a strip of corn husk from his pooihet-prodIeeei his suage or iittie gourd containing tobacco, from the same place, and carefully rolled himselfa cigar entered the house and lighted it-and then slowly proceeded towards the village of San Domingo.
 It was walk of about half a mile, and as he sedately pursued his way over the dry, red ground, sudden burst of wild mu- sic, of the shril, Indian flute, and drum, ctrl1clx his gar and he hurried nn the fa ster