Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-06-26
CHAPTER /.


The ~s1ow-roIIing winters sun rose
cpldly, far to the south, riding up
from behind the saw-toothed Sierras
of Mexico to throw q silvery halo on
Gadsden, the border city. A hundred
miles of desert lay in its path-a waste
Of broken ridges, dry arroyos and
sandy plains-and then suddenly, as
If by magic, the city rose cleaning in
the sun.
It was a big city, for the West, and
swarming with traffic and meI Its
broad main street, lined with brick
buildings and throbbing with automo-
biles, ran from the railroad straight to
the south until, at a line, It stopped
short and was lost In the desert
That line which marked the sudden
end of growth and progress vas the
border of the United States; the desert
was Mexico. And the difference was
not in the land, but in the government
AS the morning air grew warm and
the hoar frost idripped down from the
roofs the idlers Of the town crept
forth, leaving chill lodgings and stale
saloons for the street corners and the
sun.
Against the dead wall of a big store
the Mexicans gathered In shfvering
groups, their blankets wrapped around
their necks and their brown ankles
bare to the wind. On another corne
a bunch of cowboys stood clannishly
aloof, eying the passing crowd for 9TH
ers of their kind.
In this dun stream which flowed
under the morning sun there were min
ing men, with h~igh-laced boots and
bullying pockets; graybeards, with the
gossip of the town In their cheeks;
hoboes, still wearing their eastern
cap and still rustling for a quarter to
eat on; somber-eyed refugees and sol
3lers all, and each seeking his class
nd kind.
If any women passed that way they
Walked fast, looking neither to the
right nor to the left; for they, too, be-
ing SO few, missed their class and
! kind.
Gadsden had become a city of men,
huge-limbed and powerful and with a
questing look in their eyes; a city of
adventures gathered from the ends of
the world. A common calamity had
driven them from their mines and
ranches and glutted Z the town with
men, for the war was on In Mexico
and from the farthermost of
Sonora they still came. hot from some
new scene of murder and pillage, to
add to the general discomfort.
As the day wore on the crowd on
the bank corner, where the refugees
made their stand, changed its com
plexion, grew big. and stretched far up
the street Men stood In shifting
groups, talking, arguing, gazing mood
lily at those who passed.
Here were ~hawk-eyed Texas cattle
men, thinking of their scattered herds
at Mababi or Ell Tigre; mining men,
with idle prospects and deserted mines
as far south asethe Rio Yaqui; mill
men. ranchers and men of trades; all
driven in from below the line and all
chatting at the leash. While a hundred
petty chiefs stood out against Madero
and lived by ransom and loot, they
must cool their heels in Gadsden and
wait for the end to come.
Into this seething mass of the dis
possessed, many Of whom had lost a
fortune by the war, there came two
more, with their faces still drawn and
red from hard riding through the cold.
They stepped forth from the marble
entrance Of the big hotel and swung
of down the street to see the town.
They walked slowly, gazing into the
strange faces in the vague hope OF
finding some friend; and Gadsden, not
to be outdone, looked them oyer curl
Ously and wondered whence they had
come.
The bunch of cowboys still lettering
on the corner, glanced scornfully at
the smaller man, who sported a pair
of puttees-and then at the big mans
feet. Finding them encased in pros
pector's shoes they stared dumbly at
his w~ind-burned face and muttered
among themselves.
He was tall, and broad across the
shoulders, with f~arseeing blue eyes
and a mop of light hair; and he walked
on his toes, s~tiff-legged, swaying from
his hips like a man on horseback. The
rumble of comment rose up again as
he racked past and then a cowboy
voice observed:
I'm bet ye he's a cow-punchi"
The big man looked back at them
~mockingly out of the corner of his eye
and went on without a word.
It Is the boast Of cowboys that they