The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 49, July 1945 - April, 1946 Page: 511
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The Life and Times of Minera, Texas
fifty years. He wondered whether the "Border" were really as
rough as he had been led to expect. He wondered whether the lit-
tle train he was riding always looked as deserted as on that day's
trip. Under the influence of the dry shimmering heat, he finally
stopped bothering with thoughts and watched the monotonous
countryside slip by as the train wheezed along in its north-
easterly course from Laredo. Little rounded hills were covered
with loose rocks and grubby chaparral; cactus was everywhere.
Some green mesquite trees in a line suggested the possibility
of a river when and if rain ever fell.
A sudden jolt of the train brought Tod to the realization that
he had been asleep, that it was evening, and that the conductor
was calling out, "Minera, Texas-end of the line." His twenty-
five-mile jaunt by branch line was over; he had arrived. He
stepped from the passenger car onto the waiting platform with
eagerness and barely suppressed excitement. To the right the
same monotonous scenery he had seen all afternoon continued
into the distance. To the left he could discern the small dump
of shale and rock indicating the location of the mine tipple and
the fact that the mine was not very old. A narrow, winding
road led around the mine buildings, tracks, dump, and appar-
ently to the town beyond. A cool southeast breeze which he
knew must be blowing across the waters of the Rio Grande
made the air feel soft and caressing. Somewhere, probably in
one of the miner's houses near by, a guitar was being strummed,
accompanied by a rather melancholy, foreign song. A young
man, who had been regarding the stranger fixedly for several
minutes, left his position by a battered hack and stepped for-
ward to introduce himself.
"Clovis Perone, operator of the general store, and at your
Roy smiled and held out his hand as he identified himself.
Together they walked to the hack and climbed in. The bony
horses set off at a slow trot around the winding road, past the
general store and the miners' houses, up an incline, past several
decidedly brunette men and women who stared in friendly won-
der, and on to the comfortable, roomy stone house on the
hill overlooking the Rio, the home of the new superintendent of
Even on his first day there Tod Roy liked the place. The
mine produced a good grade of bituminous coal, known as "can-
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