THE LITTLE TOWN OF THE GRAPE VINES 



commemorating the tragedy of unhappy 

 Maximilian, and then music, the noblest of 

 national hymns, as the great flag of Old 

 Mexico floats up the flag-pole in the bare 

 little plaza of shabby Las Uvas. The sun 

 over Pine Mountain greets the eagle of 

 Montezuma before it touches the vineyards 

 and the town, and the day begins with a 

 great shout. By and by there will be a 

 reading of the Declaration of Independ- 

 ence and an address punctured by vives ; 

 all the town in its best dress, and some ex- 

 hibits of horsemanship that make lathered 

 bits and bloodly spurs ; also a cock-fight. 



By night there will be dancing, and such 

 music ! old Santos to play the* flute, a little 

 lean man with a saintly countenance, young 

 Garcia whose guitar has a soul, and Car- 

 rasco with the violin. They sit on a high 

 platform above the dancers in the candle 

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