Here he went dead to
leeward among the pulperias, gambling rooms, etc., and came down to
San Pedro, to be moral by being out of temptation. He had been in
the house several weeks, working hard at his trade, upon orders
which he had brought with him, and talked much of his resolution,
and opened his heart to us about his past life. After we had been here
some time, he started off one morning, in fine spirits, well
dressed, to carry the clothes which he had been making to the
pueblo, and saying he would bring back his money and some fresh orders
the next day. The next day came, and a week passed, and nearly a
fortnight, when, one day, going ashore, we saw a tall man, who
looked like our friend the tailor, getting out of the back of an
Indian's cart, which had just come down from the pueblo. He stood
for the house, but we bore up after him; when finding that we were
overhauling him, he hove-to and spoke us. Such a sight I never saw
before. Barefooted, with an old pair of trowsers tied round his
waist by a piece of green hide, a soiled cotton shirt, and a torn
Indian hat; "cleaned out," to the last real, and completely "used up.
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