Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-03-30

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telligence. His sole attire consisted of dilap-
idated shirt, pair of knee breeches, and a
cowl, which confined his luxnriant black hair
he had zinc rings in his ears, and bore altogeth-
er the aspect Of lule Lazzarone M
! He was intelligent withal, and he told-us a
vast number of anecdotes, which increased in
wonder and ferocity as we paid him one pesela
after another; but he dwelt particularly on the
achievements Of certain Juan Roa, otherwise
styled de Antequera, who was then prowling
in that savage range of mountains, whence he
descended sometimes alone, sometimes with
many followers, especially when the Solano
blew from Africa, 10 commit ouirages among
the quiet quintas and villages of the fertile
Vega, where he was said to be in league with
every posado-kceper for forty miles around
Malaga.
About midday, we rested under the cool
shadow of dark wood, about ten miles from
the city; it was beautiful place, where the
sward was soft as velvet, and where a thick
border Of blushing rose trees and wild hydran-
gias fourished near u.s. Here we shared our
provisions with paisana and two armed con-
trabandstas whom we met, and who shared
with US their wine in return. The two SNUG
glers had strong and active hcrses, and carried
blunderbnsses and pistols TO guard their bales
of chocolate, soap, tobacco and cigars; they
we're fine, merry fellows, gaudily dressed, and
full of fun and anecdote for in Spain the con-
trabandsta is species Of travelling newspa-
per. Now all their news were of the last feat
or outrage Of Juan Roa.
/ would give a guinea to meet this inter
esting vagabond; the interview would tell ia
mously in some Of the monthies,' said Hall
with a needless laugh.
| think should know him. said 1 \; for
we saw at least twenty colored prints of him
in the shops on the Alameda, last night. He
is Notwithstanding dog
The conirabandistas looked round with alarm
and then laughed imm oderately.
Ferocious Indeed, senor,' said the pai-
sano, 4 beg TO differ from you, having myself
seen Juan Of Aniequera face TO face, and so
think him quite like other men,
] gazed at the speaker, whom, by his geeen
velvet jacket, adorned by four dozen brass
buttons, his sombrero, with its broad yellow
ribbon, his black plush breeches, red scarf and
shoe buckles, | supposed to be the substantial
farmer of one of the adjacent quintas. He
had fine dark face, powerful figure, and
two black eyes that seemed TO be always look
ing through me. Over one eyebrow, he had
a large black patch. He carried riding
switch, had knife in his girdle and alto
gether, as he lolled on the sward, smoking a
paper cigar and slipping red wine, thought
he would make fine and striking picture,
and equal TO any by Pineli.
Juan Roa, said he, 'has committed great
outrages in the Vega of Granada. The Duke
of Wellington has there an estate, having on
it about three hundred tenants, who yield
some fifteen thousand dollars Of rental but
Juan has thrice drawn every duro of it from
the old abagado, who acts as steward to the
Duke
The contrabandistas again laughed at this
immoderately. -
You have seen this Juan of Antequera,
have you not 2 said l.. at a a-t t-..t .-,
Face to face-ofen, senor.' ..-.h
And SO have l. said little Pedrillo.
You and when was this, my little fellow :
said Jack Hail.
son the night old Barradas, the muleteer,
was murdered Ha rl iaaaa
The Spaniard with the patch, knit his
brows. s.l aaI. e,a
'Carajop said he sab remember that.
Tell US about this murder, said Hall.
You must know, senors,' said Pedrillo,
'that at the foot of the Sierra de Mia, about
five miles from this, there stands wayside
inn, called La PosadO del CavellO, for the
keeper, Martin Secco had a great horse paint
ed on his signboard. This man is the uncle
of Juan, or Of Antequera. He has wife,
and had two daughters. The place is lonely
and it often happens, that those who put up
there for the night forget the right path for
they are lost among the mountains, or fall into
the sand pits-at least they are SELDOM heard
Of after. You understand, senors g
The Spanlard with the patch smiled grimly
and played with his knife.
One night last year, guided Pedro. Bar
radas, the Cordovan muleteer, to the Posada,
when it was dark as pitch. Pedro was very
old, and half blind, and had never been that
way before. A storm came on, and he de-
sired me to remain with him, saying he would
paw me well old Barradas was rich he had
made money in the war of Independence. and
in the last war between the Carlists and Chris
tinos and had given three silver images to
the church of his native puebla, in Jaen. a
We supped on bacalao, raisns and plain
bread, for the season was Lent. While we
were at supper in the common hall of the Po-
sada. heard the rain pat,ering on the wooden
shutters (there is not glass window in the
house y / heard the thunder grumbling among
the hills, and tho wind howling as it swept
over the fields and vineyards of the Vega. II
was lonely place for poor boy who had
neither father nor mother, senors but then.
| was not worth killing, though many fears
fitted through my mind for Martins wife
an ugly and wicked-looking Basque provincial
put some very alarming questions to old Pc
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