Jackson County journal. (Sylva, N.C.) 19??-19??, 1914-06-12

IN that one moment they were got
back again fifty miles-clear no =.
across the line--for Fortune No.,
American, from the power-house IN
the. creek bank to the mammoth Con-
contractor on the hill. -
All the buildings were NJ Steve
square and uniform. First ! contra,
plaza, hanked with Offices and. va,a
houses; then behind them harroc -.
ana lodging houses and trim cottages
IN orderly rows; and over across the
canyon doomed the huge bulk Of the mill
ana the concentrator with its aerial
lramWay and endless row Of gliding
buckets. .e
Only on the lower hills. whore tho
rough country rock cropped up and
nature was at its worst. only there did
the real Mexico creep in and assert Il.
self IN crude huddle OF half-Indian
nuts; the dwellings OF the care-frea ma.
tives. -
We'll. by Jovel" exclaimed De Ian.
cey, surveying the scene with an an
praising eye. this doesn't look very
mucn Ike Mexico-or revolution.
either!'
NO, It DON'T" admitted Bud: aeyery-
thing running full blast, too. Look at
that ore train coming around the
hill" sAo =
Gee. what burgl" rayed Phil.
say, there's some class to this-what?
II mistake not, we'll be able to find a
IL" congenial spirits here to help us
spend our money. Talk about a COM
pany town. I'll bet you their barroom
Is null OF Americans. There's the cor
raj down below--let's ride by and
leave our horses and see what's the
price OF drinks. They can't feeze me.
whatever it fs-we doubled our money
at the line"
Financially considered, they had
done Just that-for, for every Ameri.
can dollar In their pockets they could
get two that were just as good. ex-
cept for the picture on the side. This
IN Itself was a great inducement for a
ready spender and. finding good com.
pany at the Fortuna hotel bar. Phil
bought five dollars worth OF drinks.
threw down hve-dollar bill, and rot
back five dollars-Mex.
The proprietor, large and jovial
boniface. pulled OF his fiscal miracle
with the greatest good humor and
then, having invited them to partake
OF very exquisite mixture of his own
invention. propped himself upon his
elbows across the bar and inquired
with an ingenious smile:
Well. which way are you boys
travelling, II I may ask?"
"Oh, down below ways" answered
De Lancey who always constituted
himself the board OF strategy. Just
rambling around little-how's the
country around here nowf'
ooh. quiet, Quiet!" assured their
host These Mexicans don't like the
cold weather much-they, would freeze
you know, IL it was not for that zarape
which they wind about them sol"
He made motion as Of a native
wrapping his entire wardrobe about
his neck and smiled, and De Lancey
knew that he was no Mexican And
yet that soft which away Of his be-
trayed a Spanish tongue.
"Ah, excuse me-" he said, taking
quick advantage of his guess, "but
from the way you pronounce that word
'zarape' l take it that you speak Span
ish."
mo one better" replied the host,
smiling pleasantly at being taken at
his true worth, "since I was born in
the city of Burgos, where they speak
the true Castilian. It is a different
language, believe me, from this bas-
tard Mexican tongue. And do you
speak Spanish also?" he inquired,
falling back into the staccato Of Cas-
tile.
mo indeed" protested De Lancey in
very creditable imitation; nothing
but little Mexican, to get along with
the natives. My friend and are min
ing men, passing through the country,
and we speak the best we can. How
is this district here for work along our
line?"
None betterI" cried the Spaniard,
shaking his finger emphaticazly, It
Is Of the best, and, believe me, my
| friend, we should be glad to have you
stop with us. The country down be-
low Is little dangerous-not now.
perhaps, but later, when the warm
| weather comes on.
but in Fortuna-no! Here We are
| on the railroad; the camp is controlled
by Americans; and because SO many