Capitolo 7
Missouri, where they got in a because of earth emigrated train, limits for the
gold earth. But it seems before starting, Senator Benton had done a
talked in that city in which he made the prophecy that one day there
it would be a railroad that connects the River of Missouri with the Pacific
Ocean. Felix only told me some years ago this. But he said that everybody
the haulage contractors manufactured a proverbial thing the prediction. When, crossing some of the
mountainous chains, the train arrested him to let the oxen blow, one bull-whacker
it would say to another: 'I would appreciate well, to see old Tom Benton get
his/her railroad on the mountain of _this_.' When Felix told me this him
says--'there is a to-day of railroad it crosses those same mountain it passes on
what us forty-niners exhausted our bulls. And to think me I was an adult man
and it didn't have any more sense or the foresight that a small his/her child's blinkin' his/her eyes
in the sun.'"
With years to Las Palomas, I learned to like the old ranchero. There was
anything of the strong one, primitive man around him what he/she forced a
youth of my years to listen to his/her suggestion. Its trust in me was a
I compliment that I appreciate to this day. When I had been in his/her employment
hardly two years, an accident happened what, although only one of many
similar actions that cement our long friendship, examined its trust.
A morning in the moment in which he was on the point to start on rump to
the chief town of county to pay his/her taxes, a Mexican reached the ranch and
it announced that he had seen a great ribbon of _javalina_ on the border of
the chaparral on the river. Uncle Lance had promised to his/her taxes from a
certain date, but he was a true sportsman and it possessed an excellent package of
hunting dog; besides, the peccary is a migratory animal and doesn't wait
on the pleasure of the hunter. As I rode out of the fences in for livestock to learn
what had brought the vaquero with such alacrity, the old rancheros they cried,
"Here, Tom Lei will have to go to the chief town of county. You buckle this belt of money