"It is thirteen miles long," was his reply, "and I have in it eight hundred souls, but most of them live too far away to walk to church, and are too poor to ride."
"And how many Indians have you?"
"Perhaps a hundred," he answered, "and even they are dying off."
"What of their character?" I asked.
"They have sadly fallen away," was the response. "True, they are Christians as far as they are anything, but they are hopelessly degraded, yet they respect the Church, and are obedient and reverential when under its influence."
DISCARDED SAINTS, SAN GABRIEL.
MUTILATED STATUES.
