The time for the election of county
officials was near and they promptly placed Don Jose in nomination
for the office of the sheriff of San Miguel County.
When people applied to the parish priest for advice in this matter,
he laughingly told them that he did not know if all these current
rumors were true, quien sabe, but surely nothing was impossible
before the Lord and the blessed saints, and Don Jose being a friend,
he advised them to give him their support, as he was a very good and
capable man who would make an ideal sheriff. To be sure, the Don paid
his debts and was never remiss in his duties to Holy Church.
We crossed over the Raton Mountains and were then in the northern
part of the Territory of New Mexico. What a curious country it was!
The houses were built of adobe or sun-dried brick of earth, in a very
primitive fashion. We seemed to be transported as by magic to the
Holy Land as it was in the lifetime of our Saviour. The architecture
of the buildings, the habits and raiment of the people, the stony
soil of the hills, covered by a thorny and sparse vegetation, the
irrigated fertile land of the valleys, the small fields surrounded by
adobe walls--all this could not fail to remind one vividly of
descriptions and pictures of Old Egypt and Palestine.
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