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In
the
physical
world
Time
is
accounted
the
destroyer
;
though
in
the
moral
,
it
is
oft
the
restorer
.
Nowhere
has
it
effected
greater
changes
than
in
Texas
--
during
the
last
decade
--
and
especially
in
the
settlements
of
the
Nueces
and
Leona
.
Plantations
have
sprung
up
,
where
late
the
chapparal
thickly
covered
the
earth
;
and
cities
stand
,
where
the
wild
steed
once
roamed
over
a
pathless
prairie
.
There
are
new
names
for
men
,
places
,
and
things
.
For
all
this
,
there
are
those
who
could
conduct
you
to
an
ancient
hacienda
--
still
known
as
Casa
del
Corvo
.
Once
there
,
you
would
become
the
recipient
of
a
hospitality
,
unequalled
in
European
lands
.
You
would
have
for
your
host
one
of
the
handsomest
men
in
Texas
;
for
your
hostess
one
of
its
most
beautiful
women
--
both
still
this
side
of
middle
life
.
Residing
under
their
roof
you
would
find
an
old
gentleman
,
of
aristocratic
air
and
venerable
aspect
--
withal
chatty
and
cheerful
--
who
would
conduct
you
around
the
corrales
,
show
you
the
stock
,
and
never
tire
of
talking
about
the
hundreds
--
ay
thousands
--
of
horses
and
horned
cattle
,
seen
roaming
over
the
pastures
of
the
plantation
.
You
would
find
this
old
gentleman
very
proud
upon
many
points
:
but
more
especially
of
his
beautiful
daughter
--
the
mistress
of
the
mansion
--
and
the
half-dozen
pretty
prattlers
who
cling
to
his
skirts
,
and
call
him
their
"
dear
grandpa
.
"
Leaving
him
for
a
time
,
you
would
come
in
contact
with
two
other
individuals
attached
to
the
establishment
.
