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2           CHILDREN  OF  THE  SOUTH
               there  is  such  a  one-Rosita  Cada-who  makes  her
               home  with  them  and  lives  in  hopes  that  one  day
               Roderigo will do her justice, and take her to the priest.
                 All  the venom  of  this unholy and  perverted  family
               is  centered upon Juanita.
                 They make her a slave, a drudge.  She lives in an old
               outhouse  shack tumbling  over  with  decay,  her  bed  is
               dried  brush  and  leaves  which  she  gathers  from  the
               woods-her food  is scraps for  which she stands eagerly
               waiting, when it is thrown out as refuse from the kitchen
               door.  In her weakened  condition she  cannot perform
               the  heavy  tasks  assigned  her,  and  she  is  whipped
               -brutally whipped.  There is  one who  stands by and
               watches,  with  trembling  quivering  sides,  one  whose
               praises are unsung and who is untrusted and uncheered
               by  all  save  Juanita  who  gives  every  ounce  of  her
               starved  affection  to  this  one,  a  huge  dog,  so  big  and
               powerful  as  to possess  almost the strength of  a  horse.
                 It is  not  only  Alaska  that  breeds  these  giant  wolf
               dogs-they roam the mountains of old Mexico wherever
               the wolfpack runs.  But if  Juanita bestows  her fright-
               ened love upon Wolf dog-it is returned a million fold.
               True he is stolid and cowed when the (human?)  brutes
               lash and kick him for being Juanita's shadow.  But were
               not  their  minds  blinded  by  depraved  powers  they
               would pause.  They would pause and look at that stoic
               image-whose eyes would narrow and cut like the lash
               of a whip.  Wolf dog loved Juanita as only animals can
               love.
                 He was a dog that would weigh close to two hundred
               pounds; his chest was like that of a young bullock, and
               his legs like the limbs of a stout oak tree.  The mount-
               ains  abounded with  game  to  his  liking,  and so  he  fed
               and ran the  hills-'till he  was  a  veritable  dynamo  of
               strength.  A strength that was created by fresh mount-
               ain air and red raw meat.
                 The stars which were so unkind to Juanita were also
               dealing  out  destruction  to  two  other  lives.  Manuel
               Maretta and his Senorita.
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