Now this being the case, it does not seem unreasonable that they should not much care about working hard for money that is of so little use to them when they have got it, and that they should prefer living in their little huts walled with canes and thatched with palm-leaves, and cultivating the little patch of garden-ground that lies round it--which will produce enough fruit and vegetables for their own subsistence, and more besides, which they can sell for clothes and tobacco.

A day or two of this pleasant easy work at their own ground will provide this, and they do not see why they should labour as hired servants to get more.

This is bad enough, think the hacendados, but there is worse behind.

The Indians have been of late years becoming gradually aware that the government of the country is quite rotten and powerless, and that in their own districts at least, the power is very much in their own hands, for the few scattered whites could offer but slight resistance.

The doctrine of "America for the Americans" is rapidly spreading among them, and active emissaries are going about reminding them that the Spaniards only got their lands by the right of the strongest, and that now is the time for them to reassert their rights.
The name of Alvarez is circulated among them, as the man who is to lead them in the coming struggle--Alvarez the mulatto general, whose hideous portrait is in every print-shop in Mexico.