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revenue, and their hopes for the future 

 were high, especially when that artillery 

 should arrive from Boston! 



Meantime, the little brown Aztec boy 

 had done nothing at all. However, when 

 Friday afternoon came, he earnestly 

 begged, and finally obtained, leave to go 

 down to his home at Tia Juana. He 

 wanted very much to see his Mexican 

 mother and his six little Mexican brothers, 

 and his sixty, more or less, little Mexican, 

 cousins. 



But lo! on Saturday morning, bright and 

 early, back came the little Bear-Slayer, as 

 he was called by the boys, and at his heels 

 came toddling and tumbling not only his 

 six half -naked little brown brothers, but 

 dozens of his cousins. 



Each carried a bundle on his back. These 

 bundles were long, finely woven bird-nets, 

 and these nets were made of the fiber of 

 the misnamed century plant, the agave. 



This queer looking line of barefooted, 

 bareheaded, diminutive beings, headed by 



