Gilpin observer., 1914-09-03
CHAPTER v.

SfAF En- v.
The journey to Fortuna is a scant
fifty miles by measure, but within
these eight kilometers there is lapse
OF centuries in standards. AS Bud and
De Lancey rode out of battle-scarred
Aqua Negra they travelled a good road,
well worn by the Mexican wood-wag-
ons that hauled in mesquit from the
hills. Then. as they left the town and
the wood roads scattered, the highway
changed by degrees to a broad trail,
dug deep by the feet of pack-animals
and marked but lightly with wheels. 1t
followed along the railroad, cutting
over hills and down through gulches,
and by evening they were in the heart
Of Old Mexico.
Here were men in sandals and wom-
en- barefoot; chickens tied up by the
legs outside of brush jacales; long
nosed hogs, grunting f1ercely as they
skirmished for food; and half-naked
children, staring like startled rabbits
at the strangers.
The smell of garlic and fresh-roast-
ing coffee was in the air as they drew
into town for the night, and their
room was an adobe chamber with tile
floor and iron bars across the win
dows. Riding south the next day they
met vaQueros, mounted on wiry mus
tangs, who saluted them gravely, TAX
ing no shame for their primitive wood
en- saddle-trees and pommels as broad
as soup-plates.
As they left the broad plain and
clambered up over the back of noun
tain they passed Indian houses, brush
built and matched with long, coarse
grasses, and by the fires the women
ground corn on stone metates as their
ancestors had done before the fall.
For In Mexico there are two peoples,
the Spaniards and the natives, and the
Indians still remember the days when
they were free.
It was through such land that Phil
and Hooker rode on their gallant
ponies. leading pack-animal well
loaded with supplies from the north.
and as the people gazed from their
miserable novels and saw their outfit
they wondered at their wealth.
But II they we're moved to envy. the
bulk of heavy pistol. showing through
the swell of each coat, discouraged
them from going farther; and the cold,
he ambled past stayed in their men,
ory long after the pleasant "Adios!"
Of De Lancey had been forgotten.
Americans were scarce in those
days, and what few came by we're rid
ing to the north. How bold. then. must
this big man be who rode In front
and certainly he had some great re-
ward before him to risk such a horse
among the revoltosos! So reasoned
the simple-minded natives of the noun
tains, gazing in admiration at Copper
Bottom, and for that look In their eyes
Bud returned his forbidding stare.
There is something about good
horse that fascinates the average Mex
ican-perhaps because they breed the
finest themselves and are in position
to judge-but Hooker had developed a
romantic attachment for his trim little
chestnut mount and he resented their
wide-eyed gapings as lover resents
glances at his lady. This. and frontier
education, rendered him short-spoken
and gruff with the paisanos and 1t was
left to the cavalier De Lancey to do
the courtesies of the road.
AS the second day wore on they
dipped down into rocky canyon. with
huge cliffs of red and yellow sandstone
glowing in the slanting sun, and soon
they broke out into narrow valley,
well wooded with sycamores and mes
quits and giant blackberry trees.
The shrill toots of a dummy engine
came suddenly from down below and
a mantle of black smoke rose majes-
tically against the sky-then, at turn
OF the trail. they topped the last hill
and Fortuna lay before them
In that one moment they we're set
back again fifty miles-clear back
across the line-for Fortuna was
American, from the power-house ON
the creek bank to the mammoth con-
centrator on the hill
All the buildings we're OF stone,
square and uniform. First central
plaza, fianked with offices and ware
houses; then behind them barracks
and lodging houses and trim cottages
in orderly rows; and over across the
canyon loomed the huge bulk of the mill
and the concentrator with its aerial
tramway and endless row Of gliding
buckets.
Only on the lower hills. where the
rough country rock cropped up and
nature was at its worst, only there did
the real Mexico creep In and assert II
self in q crude huddle Of half-Indian
huts; the dwellings of the care-free M
ttves.
We'll, by Jove!" exclaimed Dc Lam
80, surveying tho soene with an ap-