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There
are
lawyers
among
them
--
attorneys
,
and
counsellors
,
there
called
--
with
no
difference
either
in
social
or
legal
status
;
the
sheriff
and
his
"
deputy
"
;
the
military
commandant
of
the
fort
;
the
chaplain
;
the
doctor
;
several
officers
;
with
one
or
two
men
of
undeclared
occupations
.
A
little
apart
are
twelve
individuals
grouped
together
;
about
half
of
them
seated
on
a
rough
slab
bench
,
the
other
half
"
squatted
"
or
reclining
along
the
grass
.
It
is
the
jury
--
an
"
institution
"
as
germane
to
Texas
as
to
England
;
and
in
Texas
ten
times
more
true
to
its
trust
;
scorning
to
submit
to
the
dictation
of
the
judge
--
in
England
but
too
freely
admitted
.
Around
the
Texan
judge
and
jury
--
close
pressing
upon
the
precincts
of
the
Court
--
is
a
crowd
that
may
well
be
called
nondescript
.
Buckskin
hunting-shirts
;
blanket-coats
--
even
under
the
oppressive
heat
;
frocks
of
"
copperas
stripe
"
and
Kentucky
jeans
;
blouses
of
white
linen
,
or
sky-blue
cottonade
;
shirts
of
red
flannel
or
unbleached
"
domestic
"
;
dragoon
,
rifle
,
infantry
,
and
artillery
uniforms
,
blend
and
mingle
in
that
motley
assemblage
.
Here
and
there
is
seen
a
more
regular
costume
--
one
more
native
to
the
country
--
the
jaqueta
and
calzoneros
of
the
Mexican
,
with
the
broad
sombrero
shading
his
swarthy
face
of
picaresque
expression
.
Time
was
--
and
that
not
very
long
ago
--
when
men
assembled
in
this
same
spot
would
all
have
been
so
attired
.
But
then
there
was
no
jury
of
twelve
,
and
the
judge
--
Juez
de
Letras
--
was
a
far
more
important
personage
,
with
death
in
his
nod
,
and
pardon
easily
obtained
by
those
who
could
put
onzas
in
his
pocket
.
With
all
its
rude
irregularity
--
despite
the
absence
of
effete
forms
--
of
white
ermine
,
and
black
silk
--
of
uniformed
alguazils
,
or
bright-buttoned
policemen
--
despite
the
presence
of
men
that
,
to
the
civilised
eye
,
may
appear
uncouth
--
even
savage
I
hesitate
not
to
say
,
that
among
these
red
flannel-shirts
and
coats
of
Kentucky
jean
,
the
innocent
man
is
as
safe
--
ay
far
safer
--
to
obtain
justice
,
and
the
guilty
to
get
punished
,
than
amidst
the
formalities
and
hair-splitting
chicaneries
of
our
so-called
civilisation
.
Do
not
mistake
those
men
assembled
under
the
Texan
tree
--
however
rough
their
exterior
may
seem
to
your
hypercritical
eye
--
do
not
mistake
them
for
a
mob
of
your
own
"
masses
,
"
brutalised
from
their
very
birth
by
the
curse
of
over-taxation
.
Do
not
mistake
them
,
either
,
for
things
like
yourselves
--
filled
to
the
throat
with
a
spirit
of
flunkeyism
--
would
that
it
choked
you
!
--
scorning
all
that
is
grand
and
progressive
--
revering
only
the
effete
,
the
superficial
,
and
the
selfish
.
I
am
talking
to
you
,
my
middle-class
friend
,
who
fancy
yourself
a
citizen
of
this
our
English
country
.
A
citizen
,
forsooth
;
without
even
the
first
and
scantiest
right
of
citizenship
--
that
of
choosing
your
parliamentary
representative
.
