My youngest brother--the 'baby' o' the family--wuz mortally wounded by a copper ball in the charge on the Bishop's Palace at the takin' o' Monterey." "And your husband--he went through the war safely, did he ?" The pleasant, mobile lines upon the woman's face congealed into stony hardness.

At the moment of Harry's question she was beginning to count the stitches in her work for some feminine mystery of "narrowing" or "turning." She stopped, and hands and knittng dropped into her lap.
"My husband," she said slowly and bitterly, "wuz spared by the Mexikins thet he fit, but not by his own countrymen an' neighbors, amongst whom he wuz brung up.

His blood wuz not poured out on the soil he invaded, but wuz drunk by the land his forefathers an' kinsmen hed died fur.
The godless Greasers on the River Grande war kinder ter him nor the CHRISTIAN gentlemen on the Rockassel." The intensity and bitterness of the utterance revealed a long conning of the expression of bitter truths.
"He lost his life, then," said Harry, partially comprehending, "in some of the troubles around here ?" "He wuz killed, bekase he wouldn't help brek down what hit hed cost so much ter build up.

He wuz killed, bekase he thot a pore man's life wuth mo'en a rich man's nigger.

He wuz killed, bekase he b'lieved this whole country belonged ter the men who'd fit fur hit an' made hit what hit is, an' thet hit wuzn't a plantation fur a passel o' slave-drivers ter boss an' divide up jess ez hit suited 'em." "Why, I thought all you Kentuckians were strongly in favor of keeping the negroes in slavery," said Harry in amazement.
"Keepin the niggers ez slaves ain't the question at all.