Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-05-06
An Adventure Ein Y ucatan
By TON CGNoVER
(C0hcl4Red-)
CHAPTER sEcoND.

CHAPTER sEcoND,
It depends somewhat upon the
Question Of the roughness or smooth
ness of the road over which we have
travelled, whether retrospectibn be a
pleasant process. But if We have
been both soundly jolted ovef stones
and through ruts, and drawn pleas
antly along over smooth roads and
through fresh green meadows, ! hold
the true philosophy to be to dwell
on the latter passages; and if we re-
eur to the former ait all, let 1T be on
| ly to heighten by CONTRAST the pleas
nre Of the. reeollections upon which
we pause. This, I say, is the true
PHILOSOPHY, if we could only com
mand our thoughts But how vain
IIy dove seek to banish the forms of
regret which fit forever arollnd us!
How delusive the hope that I'VE shall
escape the phantonis of evil days by
calling up the brighter shades of
memory! Good and evil in this
world are never ound separate; they
are necessary, we may fairly con-
clude, each to the existence Of the
other. :
But moralizing viii not hasten my
story.
We we're employed On the follow
| ing day until after noon in settling
oufsel1 les in our new quarters, and
making arrangements for a month 5
soiburll. Afoe1 dinner Isalied forth
into th e town, and as might have
been expected, took my way first
down the street upon which Carlota
lived. 1t was the hour Of the siesta,
a luxury in which all indulge in this
Iindolent climate, and the streets were
entirely deserted. Silence reigned
unquestioned, and one might have
supposed that not a living thing was
to be found in oil this desert. l
could hear fheech0 of my footsteps
against the walls aa Ipassfd, and in
voluntarily l endeayoredI to walk
more lightly. Liz
The streets were like lenormous
bitches, bordered on each side BY
walls of sun-dried brick, and almost
filled up, They sloped from each
side to the centre, and side walks
were never dreame led of by that sim
pie people, Her and there a little
path ran along the uneven ground
under the walls to avoid the pools of
water in the rainy season. These l
followed from habit more than neces-
sity, for the street was dry and clean.
But walking in the middle Of the
street never did look rigHt-to me.
| was not certain Of the place Carlota
had pointed out "a place looks SO
differently by day to what it does at
, night;) but paused and walked
more Slowly when l suppose I had
come to it. A high wall ian along
the street for long dist hnce, and
} over it were visible the tops of or
/ | ange and fig trees. A ma fTow door
Chow / longed to stop and look
through its efevicesD pierced II
| about the middle, and near the cor
:, ner was a smaller door, which had nc
! creyices. / pa Bsed on and looket
{, kdown the cross street, upon which
Il stood large stpne house, This
: was sure was tie house, and / wa
about to turn d own, when the LITTLE
IS door opened and a boy ran out beck
oning me to follow him in. | did s.
e1 without a moments hesitation, ant
d be locked the door stealthily ant
q took out the key.
y sThis way, $enor, saih he, AM
| started at quick pace down one c
d the shell walks which tra9ersed tn
y T garden in every direction lie nui
'i Tied me so fast (and / was so agits
y j, ted,) that | had hardly tllne ! 70 nouc
l. the beauties bf one Of the mos
le charming retrP cats | eyer behelt
. The grounds were not extensive, 4 col
le tanning perhaps not more than thre
r acres; but within that srhall spae
we're crowded charms which I, woul
:. have beautifed ten times the exten e
le The orange, with its bright t, rich tol
at age andsmoothIs thIsymmetricdl branche
Id the fig, with it's deep yflFFet ct, gree
d. and crooked, though graceful hmo
IS tbelemon, the China tree, the plal
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