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In Spain, Tr. Mrs. Bushby by Hans Christian Andersen

In Spain, Tr.

Mrs. Bushby by Hans Christian Andersen

Published February 2nd 2012
ISBN : 9781150965975
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172 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864. Excerpt: ... 113 CHAPTER IX. GRANADA. The road whichMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1864. Excerpt: ... 113 CHAPTER IX. GRANADA. The road which the diligence now takes through the mountains from Malaga to Granada, is longer than the former route hy way of Velez-Malaga and Alhama, that was generally performed on horseback- the latter was most unsafe, and travellers traversed it, therefore, only in large caravans and well armed- as a rule, solitary wayfarers made an escort-contract with the bands of smugglers who frequented this road, and who were thoroughly acquainted with the localities. It was a pitch-dark evening as we drove through the mountains- the strong light from the lantern of the carriage showed us isolated naked rocks, and deep precipices, which did not appear more deep than they were, for the light merely illuminated the uppermost edges. Here armed soldiers joined us, whose duty it was to watch over the safety of the public, and to accompany the diligence upon the most solitary portions of the road. Not a year ago a fray had taken place here- the fortieth that may be related to have occurred within late years. The day after, the robbers were seized: they were peasants, a family- the youngest son was to have become a soldier, and in order to obtain the money necessary to buy him off, the attack had been planned. i The lantern in front of the carriage shone upon scenery wild and deserted- it was windy, the air thick and grey. Collin and I had corner seats, a young Spaniard of very agreeable appearance sat between us, he slept without intermission the whole night- I could not do this, I therefore longed exceedingly for the day, that I might be able to look about me. The morning began to dawn as we reached the little town of Loga, which is picturesquely situated at the summit of a hill. The river Xenil forms a waterfall amidst the romantic mountain ...