XXII. MIGHT AND RIGHT.

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CHAPTER XXII

MIGHT AND RIGHT.

It was about ten o'clock at night. The last rockets lazily soared

into the dark sky, where paper balloons shone like new stars. Some of

the fireworks had set fire to houses and were threatening them with

destruction; for this reason men could be seen on the ridges of the

roofs carrying buckets of water and long bamboo poles with cloths tied

on the ends. Their dark shadows seemed descended from ethereal space

to be present at the rejoicings of human beings. An enormous number of

wheels had been burned, also castles, bulls, caraboas and other pieces

of fireworks, and finally a great volcano, which surpassed in beauty

and grandeur anything that the inhabitants of San Diego had ever seen.

Now the people turned in one great crowd toward the plaza to attend

the last theatrical performance. Here and there could be seen the

colored Bengal lights, fantastically illuminating groups of merry

people. The small boys were making use of their torches to search

for unexploded firecrackers in the grass, or, in fact, for anything

else that might be of use to them. But the music was the signal and

all abandoned the lawn for the theatre.

The large platform was splendidly illuminated. Thousands of lights

surrounded the pillars and hung from the roof, while a number, in

pyramid-shaped groups, were arranged on the floor of the stage. An

employee attended to these and whenever he would come forward to

regulate them, the public would whistle at him and shout: "There he

is! There he is now!"

In front of the stage, the orchestra tuned its instruments, and

behind the musicians sat the principal people of the town. Spaniards

and rich visitors were occupying the reserved chairs. The public,

the mass of people without titles or rank, filled the rest of the

plaza. Some carried with them benches, not so much for seats as

to remedy their lack of stature. When they stood upon them, rude

protests were made on the part of those without benches or things to

stand on. Then they would get down immediately, but soon mount up on

their pedestals again as if nothing had happened.

Comings and goings, cries, exclamations, laughter, squibs that had

been slow in going off, and firecrackers increased the tumult. Here,

a foot broke through a bench, and some one fell to the floor, while

the crowd laughed and made a show of him who had come so far to see

a show. There, they fought and disputed over positions, and, a little

farther on, the noise of breaking bottles and glasses could be heard:

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