The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-10-24

rider is derisively named, climbs into the
saddle. locks his heels In the sinche. grabs
the Creatures name, and begs to be turned
loose. lie is accommodated at onco aud the
crowd howl aud yell until he is thrown. 1t
Is rare thing for the scamps to stick on
and wear the bull out.
The love OF destruction inherent In the
nature IS shown not only in chicken fight
ing and other SO called sports, but is carried
even luCo the laundries. Along the banks
OF every stream and on the shores of every
lake can he seen hundreds Of professional
wasnerwomen following the trade Of de-
struction. The programme is invariably "a
follows: First the clothes are sousei uD and
down in the water by the "lavanders. % who
wades III waist deep for that purpose: then
tney are piled up in heap on the edge OF
she water, where the current or light surf
can Nil the pores with sand. Then the law
anoefA taxes each piece and beats it saw
agely on large sloping piece Of volcanic
rock set up in the water. Buttons fly to
pieces, new rents and cracks appear.
D0b the savage works on in
a frenzy as if her life depended on
the result. The shreds OF the garment are
laid on the bare. dirty sand and more water
Is thrown on them, using large gourds. As
women are doing the throwing, the water
usually strikes the sand near the garments.
throwing more pulverized ro,k than water
over them. This is supposed to be the
bleaching process. TIE diving. ironing and
starching is completed in one more step
that consists of another sousing, another
beating to thoroughly imbed the grains of
sand 10 the fiber OF the CLOTH The scene is
an animated one, full Of life ana color, for
the artist, as 1t is huge "life class" Their
clothing in full dress consists Of
CoLoRED FLowERED SKIRT
or "naGua," and white chemise, or "gui-
pll." no underclothes, no shoes no hat
When busy washing they squat down in the
water, Turk fashion, pulling off their gui-
pilas, and often dropping their naguas,
looking like so many mermaids, and only
laughing when the gringo of an American
goes among them with kodak or sketch
book. The houses of the poorer classes are
mere hutS built OF poles bound together
with bark strings and matched with palm
branches. The furnishing consists Of q few
stones to cook on, half dozen native cook
ing utensils, some grass hammocksAand a
rude Autograph Of the Virgin. The absence
OF fences, except low wall of club cactus,
and Of sides to the houses gives every pass
er-by clear view of the entire interior at
all hours Of the day or night; but then their
ways are not our ways.
1t Is only after o'clock in the afternoon
that the cities really wake up. Then every
one is out of doors. The porches are
crowded. The plaza Is filed with soldiers
drilling. Religious professions wind
through the streets Every man owning q
saddle horse prances around the blocks
seeking admiration as eagerly as 16.year-
old fiirt. Ladies in full evening dress sit
where they can see and be ssen. Small
shops in the houses, where Romeos lean
over the counter, promote gossip, love
making, scandal and news. Now is the
time TO hear quaint salutations such as ~
am your servitor and friend.n "Adios,
kiss the senor's hand, AT y ur dispo ition,
senor," and the thanks Of the beggar, who
says: Thanks. senior. may God keep step
with you on the way" AS the shades of
night grow deeper the streets are deserted,
except by the watchmen, who blow their
mournful whistles at the corners of each
block. There are no lights in the IRON
barred, shutterless windows, through which
half mufflsd lovers whisper soft nothings
to the imprisoned senoritas. fresh young
love and musty antiquity mingling in har-
monious contrast. The soft notes of
guitar or the tingle of mandolin can be
heard here and there as some heart-sticken
swain walls out those plaintive love songs:
''Adios Mi Alma," "Adieu, Ny Soul" or
'Buens Manana, MI Cara :" "Good Morn
ing. Ny Heart.n Then tue music ceases
All is still. nd for few hours at least
the Spaniard is on the level with the rest Of
mankind, sound asleep.