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Volume 3 (1858-1859) (592 pages)
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Page: of 592
ELBANA, THE MEXICAN BEAUTY. 373
nied her. One beautiful morning they
mounted their horses, and rode further
down the little stream than they had eyer been before, and were riding leisurely
along, enjoying the cool, exhilerating
breeze, when they saw a Mexican riding
a fine gray American horse. Mr. Bullard, checking up his animal, called to
the Mexican to come near, and as he
knew Mr. Bullard, he unhesitatingly rode
up to him,
“Where did you get that horse, Antonio ?” he inquired.
“QO! we have had it a longtime; I do
not know who Miramontes got it of.”
“Tt isa fine animal,” said Mr. Bullard,
musingly. ‘ You may go on.”
They rode on, till Elbana suggested
that it would be rather late before they
reached home. Mr. Bullard turned his
horse, without speaking.
As they came back to where they had
seen Antonio, Mr. Bullard again turned his
horse, and followed some tracks up a little ravine; quickly dismounting, he kicked away some loose clods from some fresh
earth. After examining it afew minutes,
he re-mounted, and soon overtook Elbana,
who was walking her horse leisurely
along.
“What did you discover, Mr. Bullard?”
she pleasantly asked, as she turned
around. “Why, you are as pale ag a
ghost! O, what is the matter, sir?”
“Nothing, much—I was looking where
the wolves had been scratching.”
“Well, what did you find?”
“OQ, some bones they have buried!
But, come—we must ride faster, else we
shall lose our breakfast.” He made a
faint attempt at conversaticn, then relapsed into silent musing.
“Elbana,” at length said Mr. Bullard,
“do not speak of my having examined
that wolf-bait to any one.”
“Why, Mr. Bullard ?”
“T have reasons, my pupil, which I
will explain to you at some proper time.”
** Well, then, I will not mention it.”
They soon reached home; and, to Mr.
Bullard’s delight, nothing was said of
their long ride. He had suggested many
improvements to the house and garden,
that were adopted; and it now appeared
quite Americanized. A long adobe stable stood near it, for the convenience of
travelers that often passed through Montes Valley.
Mr. Bullard’s interest in Miramontes’
affairs made him quite a favorite in Montes Valley. Elbana and her father both
acknowledged his superior genius, taste,
and other advantages. Miramontes showhim every respect, and the greasers obeyed
his slightest call. Mr. Bullard had become quite attached to Miramontes, as
well as to his noble daughter, but now,
horrible suspicions kept harassing his
mind. He determined to watch closely,
and time would tell. Who knew but that
Miramontes had a hand in murdering
James Bruner? [To be continued. .
THE HUSKING NIGHTS OF OLD.
Oh! the husking nights of old!
When the harvest moon rode high;
When October’s clear and mellow light,
Spread over earth and sky.
When the thin autumnal clouds
Lay piled in masses white,
As we sat husking out the corn,
In the harvest fields at night.
Oh! the pleasant husking nights!
When we sat and chatted, and sung;
And the cider goblet passed blithly round,
And the air with voices rung.
And the old men told their tales,
And the young ones laughed with glee,
As we sat and husked by the light of the
In the fields beside the sea. [moon,
Oh! the bright old busking nights!
Their light is with me now,
I hear the voices chant the songs
Of the far off “Long Ago.”
I gaze at the moon and the clouds,
And remember how calm and bright
They looked, as they sailed through the
quiet heavens,
On the pleasant husking nights,
Gr TSS