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… until it was filled to overflowing. The Indian population are all dressed up in their gayest garments, while a party of filibusters armed to the teeth, are lounging about the Plaza, preparing to march today to join Walker, who is about a hundred miles distant, in Lower California. The higher classes are dashing about on horseback, though today is more quiet than usual, as no public exhibition is to take place. With the Indians, however, it is a day of reveling and intoxication, which often ends in bloodshed.
It was so at this time, for, towards evening, seeing a group collected near Don Juan’s, we found, on inquiry, that one Indian, in a quarrel, had just stabbed another to the heart. Passing one of their mud houses, a short time after, I heard a sound of sorrow, and looking in saw the murdered man lying half-naked on the floor, and his mother wailing over him. Such as occurrence is, however, too common to excite much attention. The murderer was arrested by the American authorities, but escaped during the night. [next]
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