CHAPTER VIII.

The rain came down in a steady drizzle, as we anchored in our new haven,

but as the falling water thinned, and rolled partially along the land,

we discerned an endless succession of green gentle slopes and valleys,

with heights of just a medium between hills and mountains, rising

gradually from the shores of the bay, clothed and crowned with

magnificent vegetation. We did not call to mind any land naturally so

picturesque and beautiful. Afterwards, when our excursions had extended

for many leagues in all directions, we were ever amazed to perceive on

every side the loveliness of plain, hill, and valley still the same.

Indeed, for leagues in some directions it presented the appearance of

extensive artificial parks, decked and brilliant with a carpeting of

rich grasses and flowers, shaded by noble clusters of wide-spreading

oaks, all entirely free from undergrowth.

The town of Monterey, if it could be dignified by the title, we found a

mean, irregular collection of mud huts, and long, low, adobie dwellings,

strewn promiscuously over an easy slope, down to the water's edge. The

most conspicuous was the _duana_--Custom House--a spacious frame

building near the landing, which unquestionably had in times past been

the means of yielding immense revenues to the Mexican exchequer, but now

its roomy store-houses were empty and silent. Neither men nor

merchandise disturbed its quiet precincts. Notwithstanding the rain,

numbers of us resolved to dare the moisture, and I, for one, would wade

about on land, up to my neck in water, at any time to get quit of a ship

after forty days aquatic recreation; but here there was no resisting the

gratefully green appearance of the shores around us: we were soon stowed

in a boat--the oars dipped smart and strong in the water, and we went

merrily towards the land. Indeed I have invariably observed that

men-of-war's men are wont to use their arms with much vigor, on first

pulling on shore in a strange port; a physical characteristic which I am

led to attribute to a desire on their part to test the virtues of any

liquid compounds to be met with in the abodes of hospitable publicans.

The anchorage was barely half a mile from the shore, and in a few

minutes we disembarked at a little pier, that only partially served to

check the rolling swell from seaward; but what's a wet foot in a fit of

enthusiasm, or a heavy shower! Nothing, certainly, so we scrambled up

the slimy steps, and while on the point of giving a yell of delight, to

announce our arrival in California, my pedal extremities flew upwards

and down I sank, making a full length _intaglio_ in the yielding

mud--this was my first impression, but after getting decently scraped by

Jack's knives, I became less excitable, and took intense delight during

the course of the afternoon, in beholding my companions going through

precisely the same performances. By cautious navigation we reached the

main street, then our progress was dreadfully slow and laborious. The

mud--a sticky, red pigment, lay six good inches on the dryest level, and

at every step our feet were disengaged by a powerful jerk, and a deep,

gutteral noise from the slippy holes; occasionally, too, we were forced

to climb ungainly barricades of timber, with here and there a piece of

ordnance gazing ferociously out into the surrounding country. Although a

casual observer might naturally have supposed that the mud would have

offered a sufficient barrier to all the armies ever raised, still, as

trouble had been brewing, and most of the garrison withdrawn for an

expedition into the interior, these precautions were quite an imposing

display, which was, no doubt, all intended. At last, by dint of

perseverance, we attained a firm foothold in the barracks, and then had

breath and leisure to look around.

Monterey, before the war, contained about five hundred people, but on

our advent there was scarcely a native to be seen: all the men had gone

to join their belligerent friends in the southern provinces, leaving

their property and dwellings to be guarded by their wives and dogs; even

their ladies bore us no good will, and our salutations were returned by

a surly _adios_, extorted from closed teeth and scowling faces. The dogs

were more civil, and even when showing their fangs, were sagacious

enough to keep beyond the chastening reach of Yankee arms. There were a

goodly number of sentinels on the alert, prowling about, with heavy

knives in their girdles, and the locks of their rifles carefully

sheltered from the rain; and at night it became a matter of some bodily

danger for an indifferent person to come suddenly in view of one of

these vigilant gentlemen, for with but a tolerable ear for music he

might detect the sharp click of a rifle, and the hoarse caution of "Look

out, thar, stranger;" when if the individual addressed did not speedily

shout his name and calling, he stood the merest chance of having another

eyelet-hole drilled through his skull.

All this at the first rapid glance gave us no very bright anticipations;

everything looked triste and cheerless. Upon inquiring, too we were

shocked to learn there was nothing eatable to be had, nor what was yet

more melancholy, naught drinkable nor smokable: everybody was so much

occupied in making war, as to have entirely lost sight of their

appetites. We began to indulge the faintest suspicions that somehow or

other we had gotten into the wrong place, and that California was not so

charming a spot as we had been led to believe; however, there was no

appeal, and fortunately for our health and spirits, as we were leaning

listlessly over the piazza of the barracks, staring might and main at

the little church in the distance, we beheld a body of horsemen coming

slowly over the Verdant plains, and soon after they drew bridles, and

dismounted before us. The _cavallada_ of spare horses were driven into

the corral near by, and we were presented in due form to the riders. It

was the most impressive little band I ever beheld; they numbered sixty,

and, without exception, had gaunt bony frames like steel, dressed in

skins, with heavy beards and unshorn faces, with each man his solid

American rifle, and huge knife by the hip. With all their wildness and

ferocious appearance they had quite simple manners, and were perfectly

frank and respectful in bearing. Their language and phraseology were

certainly difficult for a stranger to comprehend, for many of them had

passed the greater portion of their lives as trappers and hunters among

the Rocky Mountains; but there was an air of indomitable courage

hovering about them, with powers to endure any amount of toil or

privation--men who wouldn't stick at scalping an Indian or a dinner of

mule meat;--and you felt assured in regarding them, that with a score of

such staunch fellows at your side you would sleep soundly, even though

the forests were alive with an atmosphere of Camanche yells. They were

the woodsmen of our far west, who on hearing of the disturbances in

California enrolled themselves for service in the Volunteer

Battalion--more by way of recreation, I imagine, than for glory or

patriotism. In truth, the natives had good reason to regard them with

terror.

We soon became quite sociable, and after a hearty supper of fried beef

and biscuit, by some miraculous dispensation a five-gallon keg of

whiskey was uncorked, and, after a thirty days' thirst, our new-found

friends slaked away unremittingly. Many were the marvellous adventures

narrated of huntings, fightings, freezings, snowings, and starvations;

and one stalwart bronzed trapper beside me, finding an attentive

listener, began,--"The last time, Captin, I cleared the Oregon trail,

the Ingens fowt us amazin' hard. Pete," said he, addressing a friend

smoking a clay pipe by the fire, with a half pint of corn-juice in his

hand, which served to moisten his own clay at intervals between every

puff,--"Pete, do you notice how I dropped the red skin who pit the

poisoned arrer in my moccasin! Snakes, Captin, the varmints lay thick as

leaves behind the rocks; and bless ye, the minit I let fall old Ginger

from my jaw, up they springs, and lets fly their flint-headed arrers in

amongst us, and one on 'em wiped me right through the leg. I tell yer

what it is, hoss, I riled, I did, though we'd had tolerable luck in the

forenoon--for I dropped two and a squaw and Pete got his good

six--barrin' that the darned villians had hamstrung our mule, and we

were bound to see the thing out. Well, Captin, as I tell ye, I'm not

weak in the jints, but it's no joke to hold the heft of twenty-three

pounds on a sight for above ten minits on a stretch; so Pete and me

scrouched down, made a little smoke with some sticks, and then we moved

off a few rods, whar we got a clar peep; for better than an hour we seed

nothin', but on a suddin I seed the chap--I know'd him by his

paintin'--that driv the arrer in my hide; he was peerin' around quite

bold, thinkin' we'd vamosed; I jist fetched old Ginger up and drawed a

bee line on his cratch, and, stranger, I giv him sich a winch in the

stomach that he dropped straight into his tracks; he did! in five jumps

I riz his har, and Pete and me warn't troubled agin for a week." With

such pleasant converse we beguiled the time until the night was somewhat

advanced; when, finding a vacant corner near the blazing fire, with a

saddle for pillow, I sank into profound slumber, and never awoke to

consciousness until the band was again astir at sunrise.

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