could, the honors which he hadearned and the respect which
"How'd you like to be a border ranger?" asked Belding, laying a hand on Dick's knee. "Part of my job here is United States Inspector of Immigration. I've got that boundary line to patrol--to keep out Chinks and Japs. This revolution has added complications, and I'm looking for smugglers and raiders here any day. You'll not be hired by the U. S. You'll simply be my ranger, same as Laddy and Jim, who have promised to work for me. I'll pay you well, give you a room here, furnish everything down to guns, and the finest horse you ever saw in your life. Your job won't be safe and healthy, sometimes, but it'll be a man's job--don't mistake me! You can gamble on having things to do outdoors. Now, what do you say?"
"I accpet, and I thank you--I can't say how much," replied Gale, earnestly.
"Good! That's settled. Let's go out and tell Laddy and Jim."
Both boys expressed satisfaction at the turn of affairs, and then with Belding they set out to take Gale around the ranch. The house and several outbuildings were constructed of adobe, which, according to Belding, retained the summer heat on into winter, and the winter cold on into summer. These gray-red mud habitations were hideous to look at, and this fact, perhaps, made their really comfortable interiors more vividly a contrast. The wide grounds were covered with luxuriant grass and flowers and different kinds of trees. Gale's interest led him to ask about fig trees and pomegranates, and especially about a beautiful specimen that Belding called palo verde.
Belding explained that the luxuriance of this desert place was owing to a few springs and the dammed-up waters of the Rio Forlorn. Before he had come to the oasis it had been inhabited by a Papago Indian tribe and a few peon families. The oasis lay in an arroyo a mile wide, and sloped southwest for some ten miles or more.
The river went dry most of the year; but enough water was stored in flood season to irrigate the gardens and alfalfa fields.
"I've got one never-failing spring on my place," said Belding. "Fine, sweet water! You know what that means in the desert. I like this oasis. The longer I live here the better I like it. There's not a spot in southern Arizona that'll compare with this valley for water or grass or wood. It's beautiful and healthy. Forlorn and lonely, yes, especially for women like my wife and Nell; but I like it....And between you and me, boys, I've got something up my sleeve. There's gold dust in the arroyos, and there's mineral up in the mountains. If we only had water! This hamlet has steadily grown since I took up a station here. Why, Casita is no place beside Forlorn River. Pretty soon the Southern Pacific will shoot a railroad branch out here. There are possibilities, and I want you boys to stay with me and get in on the ground floor. I wish this rebel war was over....Well, here are the corrals and the fields. Gale, take a look at that bunch of horses!"
Belding's last remark was made as he led his companions out of shady gardens into the open. Gale saw an adobe shed and a huge pen fenced by strangely twisted and contorted branches or trunks of mesquite, and, beyond these, wide, flat fields, green--a dark, rich green--and dotted with beautiful horses. There were whites and blacks, and bays and grays. In his admiration Gale searched his memory to see if he could remember the like of these magnificent animals, and had to admit that the only ones he could compare with them were the Arabian steeds.
- For three weeks Hanson had remained. During this time he
- the words of the same St. Hilary: “If we advance things
- of your breasts, which are only known to God. It is strange,
- in your publications, in which you salute me with such
- end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
- in due consideration: and that you have more reason to
- of falsification, in the case of six of your maxims quoted
- so much truth and moderation, without reflecting on your
- our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
- P.S. — On finishing this letter, there was put in my
- be horrified to tell the abominable crimes which they commit.”
- in the heart a desire for the salvation of those against
- sought her out. She did not know that he had even better
- Le Moine has talked of piety in his Devotion made Easy
- that he has the effrontery to introduce those blessed spirits
- you restrained the authors of these maxims? Have you become
- the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
- they have equal reason to dread that saying of St. Augustine,
- to the blind leaders! woe to the blind followers! — Vae
- offended against this rule, or against any of the other
- reward that they would win from him if they carried his
- the slightest possible deviation from the truth, and that
- so black and base, not merely without proof, but without
- the slightest shadow, or the most distant semblance of
- resources were at an end; it must be another's work to
- of Bauny for escaping usury; the way of avoiding simony
- Call you that a production worthy of a priest? The ode
- the Sick, are exactly suitable to his professed object,
- nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised
- to you about it; but what I have now produced is enough
- the books in which these nefarious maxims are taught? Have
- says St. Augustine, “in persecuting the good, blindly
- a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
- full time to rise against such disorders, their blindness
- Are not these most outrageous falsehoods, when the contrary
- the salvation of those whom you denounce, and that none
- gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
- incurring a censure? although, to shield himself from this,
- P.S. — On finishing this letter, there was put in my
- the midst of this badinage, so disgraceful in a clergyman,
- the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
- we must not always tell everything that is true; we should
- me with a want of charity, who have acted all along with
- what has been said before that I say it over again. Tell
- reason we have seen so many parrots lately; the cheucau
- The third rule, fathers, is: That when there is need to
- wish that, so far from cherishing in secret desires for
- publish only those things which it is useful to disclose,
- in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate
- the rest: That the spirit of charity prompts us to cherish