rejoicing among the poor
half famished Mexicans as has
never been seen before in this
country. Men, women and children
left every thing and gathered on
the banks – they bathed in it,
the threw it into the air and
screamed with delight and
seemed crazed with joy. I doubt
whether the inhabitants of Minneapolis
were more jubilant after the
epidemic than were these simple
Mexicans at the return of water
to the bed of the river.
I rather like the Mexicans. They
are more sinned against than
sinning, I think. It really is
a disgrace to the people of the
United States the way in which
they treat them especially the
women. This country is filled
with desperados – men who [?]
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[glad?] from some [?] and
who have [?] [?] all [?]
for [?] and for others and
who [?] not to [?]
any crime, however heinous.
Only yestedray I saw one [?]
drawn on a negro simply because
he struck back when a [?]
gambler and [?] hit
him without [?] and
when he would not win they struck
him on his head with their
great big weapons till he
staggered out [?] [?] somewhat
blinded by the blood. That is the
kind of men who get [into?]
quarrels with the Mexicans
and when they resist kill
them and [?] against the
treachery of the Mexican [?].
And no wonder that they should
have falso notions about the
