The Land of Little Rain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 113 pages of information about The Land of Little Rain.

The Land of Little Rain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 113 pages of information about The Land of Little Rain.

Below the Town of the Grape Vines, which shortens to Las Uvas for common use, the land dips away to the river pastures and the tulares.  It shrouds under a twilight thicket of vines, under a dome of cottonwood-trees, drowsy and murmurous as a hive.  Hereabouts are some strips of tillage and the headgates that dam up the creek for the village weirs; upstream you catch the growl of the arrastra.  Wild vines that begin among the willows lap over to the orchard rows, take the trellis and roof-tree.

There is another town above Las Uvas that merits some attention, a town of arches and airy crofts, full of linnets, blackbirds, fruit birds, small sharp hawks, and mockingbirds that sing by night.  They pour out piercing, unendurably sweet cavatinas above the fragrance of bloom and musky smell of fruit.  Singing is in fact the business of the night at Las Uvas as sleeping is for midday.  When the moon comes over the mountain wall new-washed from the sea, and the shadows lie like lace on the stamped floors of the patios, from recess to recess of the vine tangle runs the thrum of guitars and the voice of singing.

At Las Uvas they keep up all the good customs brought out of Old Mexico or bred in a lotus-eating land; drink, and are merry and look out for something to eat afterward; have children, nine or ten to a family, have cock-fights, keep the siesta, smoke cigarettes and wait for the sun to go down.  And always they dance; at dusk on the smooth adobe floors, afternoons under the trellises where the earth is damp and has a fruity smell.  A betrothal, a wedding, or a christening, or the mere proximity of a guitar is sufficient occasion; and if the occasion lacks, send for the guitar and dance anyway.

All this requires explanation.  Antonio Sevadra, drifting this way from Old Mexico with the flood that poured into the Tappan district after the first notable strike, discovered La Golondrina.  It was a generous lode and Tony a good fellow; to work it he brought in all the Sevadras, even to the twice-removed; all the Castros who were his wife’s family, all the Saises, Romeros, and Eschobars,—­the relations of his relations-in-law.  There you have the beginning of a pretty considerable town.  To these accrued much of the Spanish California float swept out of the southwest by eastern enterprise.  They slacked away again when the price of silver went down, and the ore dwindled in La Golondrina.  All the hot eddy of mining life swept away from that corner of the hills, but there were always those too idle, too poor to move, or too easily content with El Pueblo de Las Uvas.

Nobody comes nowadays to the town of the grape vines except, as we say, “with the breath of crying,” but of these enough.  All the low sills run over with small heads.  Ah, ah!  There is a kind of pride in that if you did but know it, to have your baby every year or so as the time sets, and keep a full breast.  So great a blessing as marriage is easily come by.  It is told of Ruy Garcia that when he went for his marriage license he lacked a dollar of the clerk’s fee, but borrowed it of the sheriff, who expected reelection and exhibited thereby a commendable thrift.

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