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Whole
families
had
been
moving
from
the
first
towards
the
spot
in
the
Higuerota
range
,
whence
the
rumour
of
work
and
safety
had
spread
over
the
pastoral
Campo
,
forcing
its
way
also
,
even
as
the
waters
of
a
high
flood
,
into
the
nooks
and
crannies
of
the
distant
blue
walls
of
the
Sierras
.
Father
first
,
in
a
pointed
straw
hat
,
then
the
mother
with
the
bigger
children
,
generally
also
a
diminutive
donkey
,
all
under
burdens
,
except
the
leader
himself
,
or
perhaps
some
grown
girl
,
the
pride
of
the
family
,
stepping
barefooted
and
straight
as
an
arrow
,
with
braids
of
raven
hair
,
a
thick
,
haughty
profile
,
and
no
load
to
carry
but
the
small
guitar
of
the
country
and
a
pair
of
soft
leather
sandals
tied
together
on
her
back
.
At
the
sight
of
such
parties
strung
out
on
the
cross
trails
between
the
pastures
,
or
camped
by
the
side
of
the
royal
road
,
travellers
on
horseback
would
remark
to
each
other
--
"
More
people
going
to
the
San
Tome
mine
.
We
shall
see
others
to-morrow
.
"
And
spurring
on
in
the
dusk
they
would
discuss
the
great
news
of
the
province
,
the
news
of
the
San
Tome
mine
.
A
rich
Englishman
was
going
to
work
it
--
and
perhaps
not
an
Englishman
,
Quien
sabe
!
A
foreigner
with
much
money
.
Oh
,
yes
,
it
had
begun
.
A
party
of
men
who
had
been
to
Sulaco
with
a
herd
of
black
bulls
for
the
next
corrida
had
reported
that
from
the
porch
of
the
posada
in
Rincon
,
only
a
short
league
from
the
town
,
the
lights
on
the
mountain
were
visible
,
twinkling
above
the
trees
.
And
there
was
a
woman
seen
riding
a
horse
sideways
,
not
in
the
chair
seat
,
but
upon
a
sort
of
saddle
,
and
a
man
's
hat
on
her
head
.
She
walked
about
,
too
,
on
foot
up
the
mountain
paths
.
A
woman
engineer
,
it
seemed
she
was
.
"
What
an
absurdity
!
Impossible
,
senor
!
"
"
Si
!
Si
!
Una
Americana
del
Norte
.
"
"
Ah
,
well
!
if
your
worship
is
informed
.
Una
Americana
;
it
need
be
something
of
that
sort
.
"
And
they
would
laugh
a
little
with
astonishment
and
scorn
,
keeping
a
wary
eye
on
the
shadows
of
the
road
,
for
one
is
liable
to
meet
bad
men
when
travelling
late
on
the
Campo
.
And
it
was
not
only
the
men
that
Don
Pepe
knew
so
well
,
but
he
seemed
able
,
with
one
attentive
,
thoughtful
glance
,
to
classify
each
woman
,
girl
,
or
growing
youth
of
his
domain
.
It
was
only
the
small
fry
that
puzzled
him
sometimes
.
He
and
the
padre
could
be
seen
frequently
side
by
side
,
meditative
and
gazing
across
the
street
of
a
village
at
a
lot
of
sedate
brown
children
,
trying
to
sort
them
out
,
as
it
were
,
in
low
,
consulting
tones
,
or
else
they
would
together
put
searching
questions
as
to
the
parentage
of
some
small
,
staid
urchin
met
wandering
,
naked
and
grave
,
along
the
road
with
a
cigar
in
his
baby
mouth
,
and
perhaps
his
mother
's
rosary
,
purloined
for
purposes
of
ornamentation
,
hanging
in
a
loop
of
beads
low
down
on
his
rotund
little
stomach
.
The
spiritual
and
temporal
pastors
of
the
mine
flock
were
very
good
friends
.
With
Dr.
Monygham
,
the
medical
pastor
,
who
had
accepted
the
charge
from
Mrs.
Gould
,
and
lived
in
the
hospital
building
,
they
were
on
not
so
intimate
terms
.
But
no
one
could
be
on
intimate
terms
with
El
Senor
Doctor
,
who
,
with
his
twisted
shoulders
,
drooping
head
,
sardonic
mouth
,
and
side-long
bitter
glance
,
was
mysterious
and
uncanny
.
The
other
two
authorities
worked
in
harmony
.
