The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-01-04
A Romance Of Los Angeles.

tonloS graphic narratives oil the Oluen
times, none is more interesting than
those which describe his adventures
during the days of this contest. On
one of the first approaches made by the
Americans To Los Angeles, he went
ont with his little haphazard company
of men and boys to meet them. He had
but one cannon, q small one, tied by
ropes on cart axle. He had but one
small keg of powder which was good
for anything; all the rest was bad.
would merely 60 OF 'pouf, pouf. the
sonora said, and the ball would pop
down near the mouth Of the cannon.
With this bad powder he fired his first
shots. The Americans laughed; this is
child's play, they said, and pushed on
closer. Then came good shot, with
The good powder. tearing into their
ranks and knocking them right and
left. another and another. Then the
Americans began to think. these are
10 pouf balls; and when . few more
wers killed, they ran away and Left
tkeir flag behind them. And X they
bad only known It, the Caiifornians
hsd only one more charge left Of the
seod powder. and the next minute it
wOuld have been the Californlans that
Wenld have had tn run away them
selves. merrily laughed the sonora a.
she told the tale. Ff..! ~ 1888 81
This captured Dag. with important
Sxpefs, were intrilsted To Don Antonio
lA,e4fry to the Mexican, head-qnsrssrs
"a eonor4. He Get or with a escort Of
soldiers, his horse decked with silver
tyappines, bis sword. pIstols- AL Of tho
tiAest. ) proud beginning OF journey
dseeiasd % end ia 2 di4srsst., fashion:
itS6ss In winter time; cold rains we're
fs1lfeg; By night he was dreuched to
~ ain. aud stopped at 3 friendly
lnAiAAsS tent to change hin clothes.
Aaf6ly. had hs got Thorn OF wheu the
sound Of h0rsesf h0ofs was heard. The
Indian flung himself down. put his ear
10 the ground. and exclaimed. 'Ameri-
canos! Americanos! Almost ia the
same second they were at the tents
door. AZ they halted, Don Antonio,
clad only in his drawers and stockings
crAwled out the back of the tent, and
creeping on ell fours reached Q tree up
which he climbed. and sat safe hidden
in the darkness among its branches
listening, while his purst,ers cross-ques-
Toned the Indian, and at last rode
away with his horse. Luckily, he had
carried into the tent the precious pa
pers and the captured Nag: these he en-
trusted to an Indian to take to Sonora,
il being evidently of no use for him to
try to cross the country thus closely
bV his enemies.
''.ill night he lay hidden: the next
day he walked twelve miles across the
to an Indian village where
he hoped to get horse. 1t was dark
when he reached it. Cautiously he
opened the door of the hut of one whom
he knew well. The Indian was pre-
pairing poisoned arrows: liking one on
the string and aiming at the door. he
called out. angrily. Who is there?
:. 1T i |, Antonio.
" Don make sound, whispered
the Indian, throwing down his arrow,
Springing to the door, coming out and
closing il softly. He then proceeded
10 tell him that the Americans had Of
fered reward for his head, and that
some of the Indians in the rancheria
were ready to betray or kill him.
While they were yet talking, again came
the. sound of the Americans horses
hoofs galloping in the distance. This
time there seemed no escape. Sudden
ly Don Antonio. throwing himself on his
stomach, wriggled into cactus patch
near by. Only one who has seen Cali
fornia cactus thickets can realize the
desperatcness Of this act. But il sue
ceeded The Indian threw over the
cactus plants an old blanket and some
refuse stalks and reeds; and there once
more, within hearing Of all his bafiied
pursuers said. the hunted man lay, safe,
thanks to- Indian friendship. The
crafty Indian assented to all the Amer
leans proposed, said that Don Antonio
would he sure 10 DO caught In few
days, advised them to search ia GER
AN ranchcria which. Ile described, q
few miles on. and in an opposite direc-
ton from the way in which lie intended
to guide Don Antonio. As soon as the
had gone. he bound up
Antoni0's feet in strips Of raw hide,
gave him blanket and an old tattered
hat, the best his stores afforded, and
'Dtu iCu uluA w iouS nuu ulluCuit
rail to spot high up in the mountains
where tho old women Of the band were
gxtheringSacorns. By the time they
This place. blood was trickling
from Antonio's feet and legs, and he
was wsll.nigh fainting with fatigue and
excitement. Tears rolled down the
Did womcn's ckecks when they saw
him. Some Of them had been servants
in his fathers house and loved him.
Dne brought Cruel; another bathed his
feet, others ran in search of healing
caves Of different sorts. Bruising these
IN . stone mortar, they rubbed him
rom head 10 foot with the wet fiber.
All his pain and WEAKNESS vanished Is
ny magic. His wounds healed, and in
= day he was ready to set of for homo.
There was but one pony iD the old
women's camp. This was old, vicious,
blind Of one eye, and with one ear crop
ped short; but il looked to Don Antonio
lar more beautiful than the CAV steed
On which he had ridden away from
I.os Angeles three days before. There
was one pair Of ragged shoes Of enor-
nous size among the old women's pos