wiiw are meager clearings, giving directly upon the river, and filled again with black-bowled
kettles, scrubbing stones and clothes lines. The willows are replaced now and then by hui-
sachc; flowers 'flourish brightly along the banks, and straight out of the cool shingle rise the
slim, green banana shafts. The crackling of the fires, the subdued chatter, the sweet
tropical odors, the music of summer, all blend into a picture of weird gypsy-like in-
r rest, set in the actual heart of a bustling and busy American city.
Among the many people here assembled from many lands, the Mexicans, lineal off-
s 1. spring of the San Antonio past, lead easily in picturesllque1ess. While
,. Sail Antonio has known within the last few years all the disturbing
power of railroads, syndicates, the rapid advance of building and realty
interests, and many a metropolitan improvement, the new order of
1 things, crowding upon the old, has found no foothold among the dirty
d denizens of the Mexican Province, " Little Chihuahua."
The San Pedro River, a small but clear-watered stream, forms a tiny
dividing line between the American and the Mexican portions of
tihe town. Beyond it flares the dingy sparseness of the adobe;
on this side occidental push and evolution, on that the peon-living
Of the pepper-cured man of Mexico. About one-fourth of tile
eiitire population is of the Spanish-Aztec extraction, who reveal
ini their ways of living and costuming little of thle fickleness of
Sfasliion, holding to effete things with a tenacity interesting and yet
