I know Indianname, he added, as if, for once, he
were thinking aloud.
The burningpiñon logs filled the room with
sweet-smelling smoke. He wishedhe were anywhere in the world but on this
rock.
Even after he became stout, his arms were strong
andmuscular, his fingers clever. Jacinto was forstarting without breakfast, but
Father Latour made him sit down andshare his loaf.
So the missionary and hisconverts rubbed along in
seeming friendliness. TheFriar asked them gruffly what they wanted, but they made no
reply. The old peach stumps kept sending up palesprouts for many years.
On thewinding stone stairway up the cliff, a
handful of men could keepoff a multitude. They came up the ladder and appeared in
the loggia. They had rich fields irrigatedfrom the Pecos River.
The old peach stumps kept sending up palesprouts
for many years.
Navajos on the north, Apaches on thesouth; the
Ácoma run up a rock to be safe. Jacinto interrupted these reflections by an
exclamation. In a moment the Padresof Laguna and Isleta unceremoniously followed
their example.
Thepopulation of the living streets was less than
one hundred adults. Then, by his report, there were sixthousand souls in the Indian
town. With the dinner, Baltazar had taken extravagant pains. Wiping the sauce from
his eyes, he bent over the boy andexamined him. They looked likegreat artificial
plants, made of shining silk.
The old men looked at it and shook theirheads. The
customaryomission, therefore, seemed to be a matter of taste, not ignorance.
Clara,Jacintos wife, smiled at the priest as he entered. Father Latour thought this
hardly probable. The boy himself had been well when he started for Santa Fé, but
hadbecome sick on the way.
Hewas of a tyrannical and overbearing disposition
and bore a hardhand on the natives. He was never done with havingearth carried up
from the plain in baskets. Hewas of a tyrannical and overbearing disposition and
bore a hardhand on the natives. The Bishop read his breviary by the fire-light for
an hour. On that subject the Indianear was closed to advice. Thedesert, the
mountains and mesas, were continually reformed and re-coloured by the cloud
shadows.
Jacinto followed with the blankets and oneof his
own buffalo robes. The streams were full of fish, the mountainwas full of
game.
Baltazar was left alone with the consequences of
his haste.
In the Indian conception of language, such
attachments weresuperfluous and unpleasing, perhaps.