Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 24 of 100
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26 . BLACKEYES. hour. The fact is, Charley, you can’t turn Mexicans into Americans in a minute. Gineral Kearney made ’em take the oath of legions, and told ’em they war’ American citizens, but that don’t change the natur’ of the critters. All the legions of ’em will be ag’inst us, if they see a good chance to git the upperhand. They stay under now, ’cause they are afeard, but it will be a sorry day forthe Americans when ‘they git over thar skeer. They don’t like to be annexed to the States, with- out havin’ any say-so in the matter? : =. ‘Do you suppose they mean to rise against us ?” “ Thar’s no tellin’, bat 1 think it more likely than not. Gin- cral Kearney is goin’ to Californy, ef he hasn’t set out already, and Colonel Doniphan, with the Missouri chaps, thinks of pushin’ off to the southward, and then the Americans will be tol’able weak in this section. The greasy rascals will rise ef they dar’ to.” : | “Tt will make fine times for us soldiers, and will afford us good chances of promotion.” ° ) . “Praps you will git promoted with a lance or a lasso. I tell you, Charley, these New Mexicans are mighty tricky and onsartin, The Pueblo Injuns are the best folks among ’em to my notion. They are tol’able decent and kinder Christian ; but the Mestizoes, and the raal Spanish Mexicans are wuss’n pison. But you will hey’ a chance to know guthin’ more about ’em afore long, fur thar is a hull gang‘of the greasers comin’ up the road, from the pueblo yonder.” is: “T see the greasers, but what is it that you call the pueblo ?” inquired Luke Royston. “Don’t you see that bush of mud-piles tharaway, across the river, lookin like a gopher town in a peraira? ‘That’s one of thar pueblos, as they call thar villages. J reckon the hull pop- ulation hey turned out to meet Us, Or On some other kind of a scout. What are wé best to do, boys? Shall we mount and ride away from here, or stay and wait fur’em, or go down and meet ’em?? 9 > . | ; The appearance of the throng which had just turned a bend of the road that wound upward from the river toward the foot of the mountain, was calculated to: excite the curiosity of the Americans, if not their apprehensions. “They were fifty or sixty In number, and of all colors except thé pure white COnniclOOOXS.COnn