The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-08-27

what he left behind. lie could hardly
have told it was not dream, except for
one awakening shock Of alarm he had in
coming face to face with his former SER
want, Pablo. It was near the village of
La Madalena, west of the hacienda, in
the morning, and the eyes of this stupid
man, who was driving some young stock
marked with the brand of the Jefe Poll
tico, opened wider and wider at him in
growing recognition. Don Walter stun
bled and fell as by accident, gave one of
the cattle a sharp thrust that threw the
troop into confusion, and amid the dust
and turmoil slipped into a cloister,
whence the sing-song hum Of urchins re-
citing their spelling lesson to the school
master was heard, and SO out on the
other side, and escaped.
The account, too, he had from Amy's
letter of the hue and cry raised about
his horse was further awakening infu-
ence. He marveled at the danger he
had narrowly escaped and at the sweet
ness and kindness of her who must have
been SO sorely tried for him. The con-
sequence of all this WAS that the risks
seemed too great, and he missed entirely
the next date set for his venturing forth.
The subsistence problem was simple
one; his fare in the canyon was even more
than frugal. Yet sometimes youthful
stomach would crave sustenance more
suited to maintain the vi5or Of the body
in the arduous la5ors in which it was en-
gagged, and then he put his gun on his
shoulder and went along the lower edges
of the inclOsing walls. Most wild crea-
lures would naturally have q salutary
dread Of the place and give it wide
be had. Once he killed deer, of which
there were plenty in the forests above.
He had no fear about the reports being
heard, for they would easily be con-
founded with the detOnatiOns of the place
itself
One eventful day, a dread that had long
haunted him at last came true. To him,
as to Robinson Crusoe, there appeared a
man within his peculiar domain. 1t was
on the return from one of his hunting
trips that he saw this stranger, near the
lava basin. The man had at first sight
the miserable appearance Of one Of the
poor allzali gatherers; but presently Wal
ter found in him familiar look He
fancied he recognized Kaufman, the
foreman of the glass works at the lower
end of Lake Jornada, a workman of
much ability in his line, brought over
originally from famous Murano.
Walter had been told in visits paid
there that it was upon the skill of Kauf-
mann that the success of the manufac-
tory chiefly depended.
what is he doing here in such a
guise?" murmured Walter. "He has the
air rather Of searching for some outlet
than of making discoveries; yet there is
no surprise or treachery that ought not
to be prepared for; there is no telling
what he may stumble upon by accident,
if not by design. must not let him get
out of my sight for a moment"
He stole along at q distance, keeping
parallel course to that of the visitor,
while screening himself behind interven-
ing obstacles.
His heart throbbed faster and faster,
and began to be fairly in his mouth as
the invader moved on, and it was evident
that the arrangements though, to be
sure, expressly made to throw dust in the
eyes of the public-were about for the
first time to receive inspection. Instead
of keeping straight on, however, the fore
man, whose course was meandering
one, and who might really have had no