Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1886-08-26

hundred times more beautiful than
the foggy country of the Basqucs. The
trees of that fair country produce frag
rant pineapples and savory guavas; de-
licious fruits, not like these here-mis
cradle berries and sour apples "
Miserable berries and sour apples
are sweet to the taste of the sons Of
this land; and what does it matter il
the fruits are sour, when our hearts
are notp'
"There the lotos grows to incompar.
able beauty, tulips and roses adorn the
immense plains, magnolias perfume
the air, and the water lily stirs grace
fully on the bosom of the lake"
Better than these sleepy flowers ]
love the white bell blossoms that adorn
our fresh green meadows OF Guipuzcoa.
More pleasing to me- are the golden
celandine, the purple fox glove, and
the fragrant violet"
There the trees are giants, the
woods are thickcts where birds Of gay
.plumage abound"
"In our woods of heavy oaks and
tall beeches, we hear, at the end of the
day, the sweet notes of the nighting.
gale l prefer our blackbird to any
painted parrot"
There the plains are immense as
the ocean; the vision discloses u limit.
less horizon not at all like that in oui
restricted valleys"
"Those great plains are sad; love
the green and narrow fields, nemmed
III by high mountains and watered by
clear river that runs in the shade OF
the leafy chestnuts."
1.-The rivers of that region are not
like those of Urumea, for here we can
talk from bank to bank without rails
the voice; all the waters of the Urumes
might be turned into one of these
grand streams; and not increase the
amount as much as drop in the sea
at high tide"
"Ah, our clear rivers! Our gentle
Urumea that comes from the noun.
tainS of beautiful Navarro to kiss oul
Basque plains of Hernania and
Donosta. She has drunk the tears OF
sorrow and grief of II hundred genera
tons of Basques; our warriors found
new vigor by bathing in her waves, SC
often colored by Basque blood. The
Urumea is a river of our race"
There they have grand mountains.
giant piles browning the volcanoes that
throw up to heaven torrent of lava"
But our Jaizkibcl is beautiful; al
its feet the impOtent waves break in
fury; beautiful, too, is the tiara oil
Aya, lit by the last rays of the sinking
sun, and even more beautiful is the
lofty peak of Hernio. half hidden by
the shining snow. What matters il
that we have no volcanoes? Their
fires do not help to kindle the heart;
they are good only to aid the sad fires
of a Fathers house"
There riches are the reward of
work; there the poor man need not
always remain so, however much he
may toll on the migrate earth with
the sweat of his brow"
"Oh. no., this land is not ungrateful;
here, too, the laborer can grow rich, or
at least attain modest independence"
This brave Basque ought to remain
all his days tied to the barren soil like
timid child This mothers apron
strings. How often has the smiling
nymph appeared to me]ver the green
waters of our bay, inviting me with
her sweet voice to follow her to the
other side of the ocean, and offering
me n joyous future. And / wish to
obey the beautiful sea-nymph. l wish
to follow the steps of those daring
Basques that have crossed before me
and returned laden with riches"
This false siren has enchanted you
with her soft smiles, with her melo-
dious accents and her lying promises
to the credulous Basques. How many
who have listened lie now in the terrible
abysscs of the waters? And of those
who reached the promised land, how
many persisted IN miserable exis-
tcnce? How few acquired the riches
they dreamed of? and even the fort
innate ones sighed to return to their
native land?"
lis it possible to find country SC
! sad as this? Yonder, all breathe hope;
the air is clear the sky blue, the sur
afre?"
but | love the white haze that rises
caps the tops of our mountains, the
rain that swells our torrents and floods
our pastures, the snow that covers ouI
fields and hills, the pale sun that warns
us but does not burn. Among these
the body is strong and the blood fresh
and the head clear"
"And the heart cold; is it not sol
The women of that cline love with 8
passion, and when once they give theil
hearts, no matter how humble the man,
they do not forget him for one more
favored by fortune, nor do they trea
the new lover with affection in the pre-
sence of the old one"
"Ah, now | see well enough YOU
wicked thought; now know what yoy
mean; but ought the Basque maiden'
to fail in hospitality? Ought they t.
appear stupid before q stranger9 ANT
if it is natural to receive him gracious
ly, how much more kind should the.
be to the brother who visits our ccun
try-for Luis Bidarray is no stranger
he is brother; he has Basque blood il
his veins. His fathers fought by on
side at Roncesvalles, where the prid
, of the French was humbled."
The women born under tropica
, sun are not cold like those of thi
5 cline; they love burningly and laug
Z at obstacles"
$50, then, to this wonderful place