happy to have been able to raise up such a good work to his Lord.

"But alas! Se–or, those happy times could not last always. I do not
understand very well the trouble that was between the missions and the
Governor - it has always been too much for my poor head - but I suppose
the Se–or knows all about it. The Governor wished the Indians to be
taken away from the missions, and live in pueblos of their own; but the
Indians did not like it, nor the padres either; and it made trouble for
many years. I was too young to think much about it, but I used to hear
the Indians talking among themselves of what they heard from time to
time. I asked my father why the Governor could take the Indians away
from the missions. He told me it was the wish of Mexico that we should
not live in the missions any longer, but have our own land, and work for
money. 'But must we leave our padre here, and not see him any more?' I
asked my father.

"'We may have to go away from here,' he answered, 'but the padre would
be our padre still, and we should see him at mass and at other times;
but it would not be as it is now.'"

"'I will never leave here,' I said to him, 'as long as the padre stays;
I do not want to go off to work for myself.'"

"But the change, Se–or, was long in coming, and before it did come,
there was another and a greater change at the mission. Well do I
remember the day when first I knew, without a doubt, that our old life
was at an end. It was a dark and stormy Saturday in early winter. Just
before nightfall, a traveler arrived at the mission from the north.
Alone and riding slowly a tired horse, which looked as if it had been
driven long and hard, he approached, gazing around at the church and all