Previous to the breaking out of the war numbers were to be seen here every afternoon, some walking, others playing games, another group dancing, and the graver portion of the company resting on the rude seats supplied for the purpose.

But their favorite resort was blood-stained, for the Alameda was the battle-field in the late desperate conflict, and the smooth surface was torn and trampled by the stamp of prancing cavalry.

Dark spots were still visible, that were yet damp with gore.

Just to the west rose the grim walls of the fort, distinctly seen through the opening between the trees.

Beyond where the avenue ceased, stood a low, irregular building of stone, thatched with tule.
Inez stood at the threshold and listened intently.