a pronunciamento.

a little less than a quarter of a century ago the navajo indians were the terror of the new mexican settlements. it was no uncommon thing for them to charge into the streets of a town, shoot down or spear the citizens, plunder the shops, and seize upon such women as they wanted, carrying these captives to their far-off fastnesses in the land of navajoa.

in the canon de chelley these savages had their headquarters, with the temple and estufa, where the sacred fire of moctezuma was never permitted to go out; and there, in times past, when mexico was misruled by the tyrant santa anna, might have been seen scores of white women, captives to the navajo nation, women well born and tenderly brought up, torn from their homes on the rio del norte, and forced to become the wives of their red-skinned captors—oftener their concubines and slaves. white children, too, in like manner, growing up among the children of their despoilers; on reaching manhood to forget all the ties of kindred, with the liens of civilised life—in short, to be as much savages as those who had adopted them.

at no period was this despoliation more rife than in the time of which we write. it had reached its climax of horrors, day after day recurring, when colonel miranda became military commandant of the district of albuquerque; until not only this town, but santa fé, the capital of the province itself, was menaced with destruction by the red marauders. not alone the navajoes on the west, but the apaches on the south, and the comanches who peopled the plains to the east, made intermittent and frequent forays upon the towns and villages lying along the renowned rio del norte. there were no longer any outlying settlements or isolated plantations. the grand haciendas, as the humble ranchos, were alike lain in ruins. in the walled town alone was there safety for the white inhabitants of nuevo mexico, or for those indians, termed mansos, converted to christianity, and leagued with them in the pursuits of civilisation. and, indeed, not much safety either within towns—even in albuquerque itself.

imbued with a spirit of patriotism, colonel miranda, in taking charge of the district—his native place, as already known—determined on doing his best to protect it from further spoliation; and for this purpose had appealed to the central government to give him an increase to the forces under his command.

it came in the shape of a squadron of lancers from chihuahua, whose garrison only spared them on their being replaced by a troop of like strength, sent on from the capital of the country.

it was not very pleasant to the commandant of albuquerque to see captain gil uraga in command of the subsidy thus granted him. but the lancer officer met him in a friendly manner, professing cordiality, apparently forgetful of their duelling feud, and, at least outwardly, showing the submission due to the difference of their rank.

engaged in frequent affairs with the indians, and expeditions in pursuit of them, for a while things seemed to go smoothly enough.

but as adela miranda had now returned home, and was residing with her brother, in the interludes of tranquillity he could not help having some concern for her. he was well aware of uraga’s aspirations; and, though loathing the very sight of the man, he was, nevertheless, compelled to tolerate his companionship to a certain extent, and could not well deny him the entrée of his house.

at first the subordinate bore himself with becoming meekness. mock humility it was, and soon so proved itself. for, as the days passed, rumours reached the distant department of new mexico that the old tyrant santa anna was again returning to power. and, in proportion as these gained strength, so increased gil uraga’s confidence in himself, till at length he assumed an air of effrontery—almost insolence—towards his superior officer; and towards the sister, in the interviews he was permitted with her, a manner significantly corresponding.

these were few, and still less frequent, as his brusque behaviour began to manifest itself. observing it, colonel miranda at length came to the determination that the lancer captain should no longer enter into his house—at least, by invitation. any future relations between them must be in the strict execution of their respective military duties.

“yes, sister,” he said, one afternoon, as adela was buckling on his sword-belt, and helping to equip him for the evening parade, “uraga must come here no more. i well understand the cause of his contumacious behaviour. the priest party is again getting the ascendency. if they succeed, heaven help poor mexico. and, i may add, heaven help us!”

drawing the girl to his bosom with a fond affectionate embrace, he gave her a brother’s kiss. then, striding forth, he sprang upon a saddled horse held in waiting, and rode off to parade his troops on the plaza of albuquerque.

a ten minutes’ trot brought him into their presence. they were not drawn up in line, or other formation, to receive him. on the contrary, as he approached the cuartel, he saw strange sights, and heard sounds corresponding. everything was in confusion—soldiers rushing to and fro, uttering seditious cries. among these were “viva santa anna!”

“viva el general armijo!”

“viva el coronel uraga!”

beyond doubt it was a pronunciamento. the old regime under which colonel miranda held authority was passing away, and a new one about to be initiated.

drawing his sword and putting spur to his horse, he dashed in among the disaffected men.

a few of the faithful ran up, and ranged themselves by his side.

then commenced a struggle, with shouting, shooting, sabring, and lance-thrusts. several fell—some dead, some only disabled; among the last, colonel miranda himself, gravely wounded.

in ten minutes it was all over; and the commandant of albuquerque, no longer commanding, lay lodged in the garrison carcel; captain gil uraga, now colonel, replacing him as the supreme military officer of the district.

while all around ran the rumour that don antonio lopes de santa anna was once more master of mexico; his satellite, manuel armijo, again governor of santa fé.