The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-10-13
ready to topple down upon the house-tops
at any moment, and if Jared from the T
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ready to topple down upon the house-tops
at any moment and if Jared from the
bases would, undoubtedly,
CRUSH TO ATOMS EVERYTHING BENEATH.
The most interesting Guaymasian,
especially to travellers, is Mr. Alexander
Willard, a gentleman from the United
States, who acts as consul for England, as
well as for the land of his nativity. He
has lived here so many years that he con-
siders himself almost ''to the manor born,
his first annual report having been issued
for the year ending September, 1868, less
than two years after the down fall of the
so-called Empire of Mexico. He is a most
agreeable person, and a fine specimen of
the typical Anglo-Saxon-tall, golden
haired and long-bearded, well-fitted by
nature and education to adorn the most
cultured society. Yet, strange to say,
though buried in this forlorn country for
more than twenty-one years, he is appar-
emily happy and contented. Everybody
speaks of him as an ind efatigable worker,
jealous of the interests of the governments
he represents, as well as the most genial of
friends, whose hand and purse are ever
ready
TO ASSIST A CoUNTRYMAN IN NEED.
The fact is, so they say, that he gives away
every year, in charity to unfortunate ex-
lies from the United States, more chan the
amount of the meagre salary allowed by
Uncle Sam to his best consuls.
The consulate itself-decorated with the
flags of both nations, flying amiably to-
gether as if there were no fisheries dispute
or any other-is worthy of more than pass
ing mention. This bachelor home is a big
one, cool as the climate will allow, with
large, airy rooms and an inner court yard
1t is an old-time mansion of the Spanish
school, purchased by Mr.. Willard from the
last representative of a proud CaStilian
family. The apartments, all opening into
the central court or patio, are f1oOred with
tile, brick and stone. A broad hallway
paved with stone, opens between the street
and the patio; while the corridors, extend
ing around the latter, are twenty-five feet
wide, its roof being on level with that of
the main building, and immense columns
SUSTAINING THE ARCHES
along its outer line. In some of these
arches heavy canvas screens are suspended
on massive rollers, so arranged that they
can be raised and lowered at will, like
window shades, according to the position
of the sun; and when the heat is oppres-
sive, water is thrown on them, the evapOr-
alton from which cools the atmosphere
wonderfully.
AS in most Mexican houses, this corridor
is the most delightful part of the house,
not even excepting the patio, with its
growing plants, rustling palms and banana
trees, and the murmuring fountain. Here
the hammocks are swung, and the family
practically live; here, out of doors, they
eat and sleep, especially during the heated
season, from June to October. That is to
say, most of the families in Guaymas do so.
The handsome consul has no family, and
his courtyard is as bare of ornament as his
life seems to be. His one servant, little,
old man (Mexican), keeps everything
spotlessly clean, and serves his master
with the faithfulDess of dog; yet rules
him vigorously withal as mother would
her child The affection between this
master and man, and their dependence
upon one another, is beautiful to behold.
Years ago, the stalwart consul nursed the
servant through an attack of yellow fever;
and subsequently the servant performed
the same office for him; so that each feels
he owes his life to the other.
FANNIE B. WARD.