reeds；　rushes；　and　pond…lilies；　and　overhung　with　rhododendron；
  eglantine；　yellow　myrtle；　and　a　profusion　of　wild　flowers　and　aromatic
  shrubs；　while　along　its　banks　are　groves　of　oranges；　citrons；　and
  pomegranates；　among　which　we　heard　the　early　note　of　the　nightingale。
  A　picturesque　bridge　was　thrown　across　the　little　river；　at　one
  end　of　which　was　the　ancient　Moorish　mill　of　the　castle；　defended　by　a
  tower　of　yellow　stone；　a　fisherman's　net　hung　against　the　wall　to　dry；
  and　hard　by　in　the　river　was　his　boat；　a　group　of　peasant　women　in
  bright…colored　dresses；　crossing　the　arched　bridge；　were　reflected
  in　the　placid　stream。　Altogether　it　was　an　admirable　scene　for　a
  landscape　painter。
  The　old　Moorish　mills；　so　often　found　on　secluded　streams；　are
  characteristic　objects　in　Spanish　landscape；　and　suggestive　of　the
  perilous　times　of　old。　They　are　of　stone；　and　often　in　the　form　of
  towers　with　loopholes　and　battlements；　capable　of　defence　in　those
  warlike　days　when　the　country　on　both　sides　of　the　border　was
  subject　to　sudden　inroad　and　hasty　ravage；　and　when　men　had　to　labor
  with　their　weapons　at　hand；　and　some　place　of　temporary　refuge。
  Our　next　halting　place　was　at　Gandul；　where　were　the　remains　of
  another　Moorish　castle；　with　its　ruined　tower；　a　nestling　place　for
  storks；　and　commanding　a　view　over　a　vast　campina　or　fertile　plain；
  with　the　mountains　of　Ronda　in　the　distance。　These　castles　were
  strong…holds　to　protect　the　plains　from　the　talas　or　forays　to　which
  they　were　subject；　when　the　fields　of　corn　would　be　laid　waste；　the
  flocks　and　herds　swept　from　the　vast　pastures；　and；　together　with
  captive　peasantry；　hurried　off　in　long　cavalgadas　across　the　borders。
  At　Gandul　we　found　a　tolerable　posada；　the　good　folks　could　not　tell
  us　what　time　of　day　it　was…　the　clock　only　struck　once　in　the　day；　two
  hours　after　noon；　until　that　time　it　was　guesswork。　We　guessed　it
  was　full　time　to　eat；　so；　alighting；　we　ordered　a　repast。　While　that
  was　in　preparation　we　visited　the　palace　once　the　residence　of　the
  Marquis　of　Gandul。　All　was　gone　to　decay；　there　were　but　two　or
  three　rooms　habitable；　and　very　poorly　furnished。　Yet　here　were　the
  remains　of　grandeur：　a　terrace；　where　fair　dames　and　gentle
  cavaliers　may　once　have　walked；　a　fish…pond　and　ruined　garden；　with
  grape…vines　and　date…bearing　palm…trees。　Here　we　were　joined　by　a
  fat　curate；　who　gathered　a　bouquet　of　roses　and　presented　it；　very
  gallantly；　to　the　lady　who　accompanied　us。
  Below　the　palace　was　the　mill；　with　orange…trees　and　aloes　in　front；
  and　a　pretty　stream　of　pure　water。　We　took　a　seat　in　the　shade；　and
  the　millers；　all　leaving　their　work；　sat　down　and　smoked　with　us；
  for　the　Andalusians　are　always　ready　for　a　gossip。　They　were　waiting
  for　the　regular　visit　of　the　barber；　who　came　once　a　week　to　put　all
  their　chins　in　order。　He　arrived　shortly　afterwards：　a　lad　of
  seventeen；　mounted　on　a　donkey；　eager　to　display　his　new　alforjas　or
  saddle…bags；　just　bought　at　a　fair；　price　one　dollar；　to　be　paid　on
  St。　John's　day　（in　June）；　by　which　time　he　trusted　to　have　mown　beards
  enough　to　put　him　in　funds。
  By　the　time　the　laconic　clock　of　the　castle　had　struck　two　we　had
  finished　our　dinner。　So；　taking　leave　of　our　Seville　friends；　and
  leaving　the　millers　still　under　the　hands　of　the　barber；　we　set　off　on
  our　ride　across　the　campina。　It　was　one　of　those　vast　plains；　common
  in　Spain；　where　for　miles　and　miles　there　is　neither　house　nor　tree。
  Unlucky　the　traveller　who　has　to　traverse　it；　exposed　as　we　were　to
  heavy　and　repeated　showers　of　rain。　There　is　no　escape　nor　shelter。
  Our　only　protection　was　our　Spanish　cloaks；　which　nearly　covered　man
  and　horse；　but　grew　heavier　every　mile。　By　the　time　we　had　lived
  through　one　shower　we　would　see　another　slowly　but　inevitably
  approaching；　fortunately　in　the　interval　there　would　be　an　outbreak　of
  bright；　warm；　Andalusian　sunshine；　which　would　make　our　cloaks　send　up
  wreaths　of　steam；　but　which　partially　dried　them　before　the　next
  drenching。
  Shortly　after　sunset　we　arrived　at　Arahal；　a　little　town　among　the
  hills。　We　found　it　in　a　bustle　with　a　party　of　miquelets；　who　were
  patrolling　the　country　to　ferret　out　robbers。　The　appearance　of
  foreigners　like　ourselves　was　an　unusual　circumstance　in　an　interior
  country　town；　and　little　Spanish　towns　of　the　kind　are　easily　put　in　a
  state　of　gossip　and　wonderment　by　such　an　occurrence。　Mine　host；
  with　two　or　three　old　wiseacre　comrades　in　brown　Cloaks；　studied　our
  passports　in　a　corner　of　the　posada；　while　an　Alguazil　took　notes　by
  the　dim　light　of　a　lamp。　The　passports　were　in　foreign　languages　and
  perplexed　them；　but　our　Squire　Sancho　assisted　them　in　their
  studies；　and　magnified　our　importance　with　the　grandiloquence　of　a
  Spaniard。　In　the　mean　time　the　magnificent　distribution　of　a　few
  cigars　had　won　the　hearts　of　all　around　us；　in　a　little　while　the
  whole　community　seemed　put　in　agitation　to　make　us　welcome。　The
  corregidor　himself　waited　upon　us；　and　a　great　rush…bottomed　arm…chair
  was　ostentatiously　bolstered　into　our　room　by　our　landlady；　for　the
  accommodation　of　that　important　personage。　The　commander　of　the　patrol
  took　supper　with　us…　a　lively；　talking；　laughing　Andaluz；　who　had　made
  a　campaign　in　South　America；　and　recounted　his　exploits　in　love　and
  war　with　much　pomp　of　phrase；　vehemence　of　gesticulation；　and
  mysterious　rolling　of　the　eye。　He　told　us　that　he　had　a　list　of　all
  the　robbers　in　the　country；　and　meant　to　ferret　out　every　mother's　son
  of　them；　he　offered　us　at　the　same　time　some　of　his　soldiers　as　an
  escort。　〃One　is　enough　to　protect　you；　senores；　the　robbers　know　me；
  and　know　my　men；　the　sight　of　one　is　enough　to　spread　terror　through　a
  whole　sierra。〃　We　thanked　him　for　his　offer；　but　assured　him；　in　his
  own　strain；　that　with　the　protection　of　our　redoubtable　squire；
  Sancho；　we　were　not　afraid　of　all　the　ladrones　of　Andalusia。
  While　we　were　supping　with　our　Drawcansir　friend；　we　heard　the　notes
  of　a　guitar；　and　the　click　of　castanets；　and　presently　a　chorus　of
  voices　singing　a　popular　air。　In　fact　mine　host　had　gathered
  together　the　amateur　singers　and　musicians；　and　the　rustic　belles　of
  the　neighborhood；　and；　on　going　forth；　the　courtyard　or　patio　of　the
  inn　presented　a　scene　of　true　Spanish　festivity。　We　took　our　seats
  with　mine　host　and　hostess　and　the　commander　of　the　patrol；　under　an
  archway　opening　into　the　court；　the　guitar　passed　from　hand　to　hand；
  but　a　jovial　shoemaker　was　the　Orpheus　of　the　place。　He　was　a
  pleasant…looking　fellow；　with　huge　black　whiskers；　his　sleeves　were
  rolled　up　to　his　elbows。　He　touched　the　guitar　with　masterly　skill；
  and　sang　a　little　amorous　ditty　with　an　expressive　leer　at　the
  women；　with　whom　he　was　evidently　a　favorite。　He　afterwards　danced　a
  fandango　with　a　buxom　Andalusian　damsel；　to　the　great　delight　of　the
  spectators。　But　none　of　the　females　present　could　compare　with　mine
  host's　pretty　daughter；　Pepita；　who　had　slipped　away　and　made　her
  toilette　for　the　occasion；　and　had　covered　her　head　with　roses；　and
  who　distinguished　herself　in　a　bolero　with　a　handsome　young　dragoon。
  We　ordered　our　host　to　let　wine　and　refreshment　circulate　freely　among
  the　company；　yet；　though　there　was　a　motley　assembly　of　soldiers；
  muleteers；　and　villagers；　no　one　exceeded　the　bounds　of　sober
  enjoyment。　The　scene　was　a　study　for　a　painter：　the　picturesque
  group　of　dancers；　the　troopers　in　their　half　military　dresses；　the
  peasantry　wrapped　in　their　brown　cloaks；　nor　must　I　omit　to　mention
  the　old　meagre　Alguazil；　in　a　short　black　cloak；　who　took　no　notice　of
  any　thing　going　on；　but　sat　in　a　corner　diligently　writing　by　the
  dim　light　of　a　huge　copper　lamp；　that　might　have　figured　in　the　days
  of　Don　Quixote。
  The　following　morning　was　bright　and　balmy；　as　a　May　morning　ought
  to　be；　according　to　the　poets。　Leaving　Arahal　at　seven　o'clock；　with
  all　the　posada　at　the　door　to　cheer　us　off　we　pursued　our　way
  through　a　fertile　country；　covered　with　grain　and　beautifully　verdant；
  but　which　in　summer；　when　the　harvest　is　over　and　the　fields　parched
  and　brown；　must　be　monotonous　and　lonely；　for；　as　in　our　ride　of
  yesterday；　there　were　neither　houses　nor　people　to　be　seen。　The　latter
  all　congregate　in　villages　and　strong…holds　among　the　hills；　as　if
  these　fertile　plains　were　still　subject　to　the　ravages　of　the　Moor。
  At　noon　we　came　to　where　there　was　a　group　of　trees；　beside　a
  brook　in　a　rich　meadow。　Here　we　alighted　to　make　our　midday　meal。　It
  was　really　a　luxurious　spot；　among　wild　flowers　and　aromatic　herbs；
  with　birds　singing　around　us。　Knowing　the　scanty　larders　of　Spanish
  inns；　and　the　houseless　tracts　we　might　have　to　traverse；　we　had　taken
  care　to　have　the　alforjas　of　our　squire　well　stocked　with　cold
  provisions；　and　his　bota；　or　leathern　bottle；　which　might　hold　a
  gallon；　filled　to　the　neck　with　choice　Valdepenas　wine。*　As　we
  depended　more　upon　these　for　our　well…