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CHAPTER X 61<br />

A few months after the finding of the old Spaniard's body there appeared a youth, apparently a Spanish<br />

mestizo, who said that he was the son of the deceased. He established himself in the place and devoted his<br />

attention to agriculture, especially the raising of indigo. Don Saturnino was a silent young man with a violent<br />

disposition, even cruel at times, yet he was energetic and industrious. He surrounded the grave of his father<br />

with a wall, but visited it only at rare intervals. When he was along in years, he married a young woman from<br />

Manila, and she became the mother of Don Rafael, the father of Crisostomo. From his youth Don Rafael was<br />

a favorite with the country people. <strong>The</strong> agricultural methods introduced and encouraged <strong>by</strong> his father spread<br />

rapidly, new settlers poured in, the Chinese came, and the settlement became a village with a native priest.<br />

Later the village grew into a town, the priest died, and Fray Damaso came.<br />

All this time the tomb and the land around it remained unmolested. Sometimes a crowd of boys armed with<br />

clubs and stones would become bold enough to wander into the place to gather guavas, papayas, lomboy, and<br />

other fruits, but it frequently happened that when their sport was at its height, or while they gazed in awed<br />

silence at the rotting piece of rope which still swung from the branch, stones would fall, coming from they<br />

knew not where. <strong>The</strong>n with cries of "<strong>The</strong> old man! <strong>The</strong> old man!" they would throw away fruit and clubs,<br />

jump from the trees, and hurry between the rocks and through the thickets; nor would they stop running until<br />

they were well out of the wood, some pale and breathless, others weeping, and only a few laughing.

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