learned
that the attempt at Purezima was unsuccessful; and they hastened to
pledge obedience to the fathers. There were four hundred Indians in
active insurrection, and although many were wounded, only sixteen were
killed.

As for San Gabriel, the shooting of Diego and his child was the only
incident that occurred at this mission which showed the condition of
things prevailing everywhere; and Father Zalvidea was thankful to have
it no worse--yet long he mourned for his faithful servant. When Diego
and Pepito were buried, the Father made a solemn and impressive address
to the neophytes, painting in vivid colors the pains of hell, which
those engaged in the insurrection were in danger of experiencing after
death, contrasting it with the joys of those blessed ones who did God's
will on earth, and received their own great reward hereafter.

Juana was delirious and raving for many days. The shock itself was
sufficient to cause her illness, but it was surmised that the arrow,
which had slain Pepito, had entered an inch or so into her arm. In the
excitement of her sudden appearance and fainting, when the Father took
the child from her, this was not noticed; but a few hours later her
arm became much swollen and very painful; and as a slight wound was
discovered, the Father concluded some of the poison had entered her
system. This was the only plausible theory to account for her swollen
arm, and also, perhaps, for her subsequent condition; for Juana, alas!
never recovered her mental faculties after the fever left her. Regaining
her physical health, the memory of her former life was an almost
complete blank. All she seemed to have retained were the refrains of two
or three songs she had been accustomed to sing to Diego, in the first
months of their married life.

Juana lived for many years, and until she became an old, old woman. She
was always treated with the greatest consideration by every one at the
mission, for her story was known, at first, as an event in their mission
life, then, as the years went by, as history and tradition. Meek and
gentle she was. It was only when thwarted in her desires that she became
aroused to a pitch of angry insanity which made her dangerous. This
chanced very seldom, for she was allowed to do as she pleased in all
things. And so she lived, unnoting the many and great changes that took
place from year to year in Nueva California--San Gabriel losing its
greatness and power, ceasing, even, toge