The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-15

| and Squattlng upon the warm pavement
stones and to the innumerable city foun-
tains which spout. babble and sing with
out end, where the swarthy water car
riers lOiter and pose and chatter and Cos
| sip, the men at last trotting gaily away
with their mighty casks and the women,
with their high earthen jars poised Cd
their shapely heads, tripping homeward
as daintily and airily as in measures OF
the ContradanZa or waltz.
the balmy wind was playing fantastic
pranks with the jasamine vines and sway
ing cOrtinas before the windows of
quaint old inn where the COgleigh party
finally alighted. It's inner patio or court
was even more charming than its ex-
terror
A narrow gallery ran around the entire
second story with here and there bird
in cage and "A profusion of semi-tropical
plants. On one side some pretty vines
| crept up against the old walls in a va
grant, luxurious way; while the roof of
! red, half-rOund tiles extended a distance
over the galleries, giving a wealth of
strange barbaric color, while leaving gen
| erOus opening to the sky above.
| Here ManOel fell upon the necks Of Sen
hor. the host, Seuhora, the hostess and
! SenhOrita, their daughter They in turn
fell upon ManOel's neck; and then they
| all fell upon each others necks; but they
| were soon recovered and busy in their
! possesses the appearance of mighty effort
! but which in reality is full of subtle de-
! lays.
It's just too sweet for anything" was
| Hetty's continual exclamation as she sped
| from shadOwy alcOba to alcoba, swung
upon the ancient galleries, dabbled at the
| griffin-headed fountain, "shooed" the in
! trusive fowls of the court, made acuuaint-
ance with the huddled dOnkeys beside the
| curious stone kitchen, or had merry trials
of strength with the grave and inquisitive
goats.
Bob beamed upon the old patio, admir-
| ing its structural facilities for a tennis
| court. Miss Betsy Camper prowled
] about and felt of all the linen sheets with
| portentious shakings of her head Mrs.
| Drugget insisted upon overlooking the
! preparations for supper Mrs Clingsly
| pokod and made wry faces at all the little
| iron crucihXes embedded in the alcoba
walls, while MIR. Clingsly walked duti-
| fully behind her. closed his eyes, tapped
| his spectacle case, and groaned whenever
| ms spouse saw hit to grimace, and Slimp-
| son Cogleigh, reclining upon a capacious
easy chair in the dappled sunlight and
shadows of the gallery, felt the first smile
| of years creep over his wan face, as he
| watched the pleasant scene below and
gave way to the languorous spell of
balmy, blOom-laden airs which stole from
fNAANS' FAAtSJ HAhy auu ulSldllb uUuuIdlu
groves.
And what a supper was at last set be-
fore those tired travellers in the center of
that vine EN- powered court!
There were slices of grilled Conger cells
OF mighty proportions There were gal
Ions of mysterious stew, fianked by steam
ing vans. There were mountains of corn
meal bread. There were dainty patties
of butter from the fair Azorean valleys.
still rolled in the sweet white corn husks
in which the peasants had brought them.
There were pyramids of oranges and
stacks of honey, whose comb was white
as snow. There were loaves of bread vel
low as saffron and long and huge as cord
wood. Almost buried in all this munifi-
cence was a tremendous para vinho, or
wine fiagon of glass, flied with "pas-
sado," or the sweet wine of Fayal, with
silver goblets at its side
And there beside the travellers stood
the host, a regular iaretta as TO his
eighteenth century dress, grandly con
scious of his dignity in the possession of
such sudden wealth of guests, goblet in
hand, and waiting until Manoel had filed
q goblet for each
Then his courtly ceremonial: MAY the
| peace OF God be upon this house for YOU
| strangers and friend"
Hear, heart" was Bob's heartily given
rejoinder
The same to you, you lovely old land
lord - merrily chimed in Hetty
Not so bad a place after allu muir
| INJURED the rest of the Cogleigh party.
But Manoel, true to his Azorean tradi-
ton and birth, replied with a fervent
NAmen!' Whereupon they all fell to
eating for the time forgetting their re-
! spective miserable doubts and fears
Pleasant as was the party's surround
| ings IN the slumbrous old inn, Slipson
! 0Farr nj No
| all haste being made to the Valley of
| turnas which lies near the eastern ex-
| tremity of the island of ST. Michael, dis
| tant picturesque journey, over fine,
| broad mountain highways, of nearly
thirty miles from POnta Delgada.
Carriages are quite unknown in the
| island, save for city use, the donkeys are.
| therefore, required. Bob and Hetty,
| Miss Camper Mrs. Drugget, though not
without serious protest, and Mr.. Clingsly
! could make the journey in the saddle; but
! MIR. Cogleigh could not, and Mrs CIingsly
would not.
The situation seemed a serious one; but
| good old Manoel had a softly-swung back
! door of escape out of every Azorean ex-
! igency; and cavalcade of sixteen don
! Geys, few for bearing the luggage packs,
accompanied by two miscbievous, curley
headed, bare-footed donkey boys, Mateito
! and Jose. bearing iron-pointed goads as
! large and as long as hoe-handles, stood
awainting the pleasure of the travellers
within the verdure-hung inn court, on the
morning settled upon for departure
-Four Of the animals, in pairs, were curl
ously ACQUIRED. A stout stick fastened
between each two of the donkeys' heads,
kept them few feet apart, while holding
them firmly together. A sort of broad
double saddle extended the entire length
of their short backs. At the front and
rear of these contrivances, which re-
| sembled broad, fat crutchtops, the ends of
TWO strong timbers reaching from the back
Of one donkey to another, was securely
dashed; and depending from these tim
bers by stout ropes was a broad, ham
mock-hke, open, rush-woVen sack
1t Is in such primitive conveyances as
these that the Azorean country folk, re-
| curing hospital treatment. are brought
10 "da Misericordia" at Ponta Delgada :
and it was in them that Slipson Cogleigh
and the ponderous and rebellious Mrs.
Clingsly were comfortably and safely con
veyed from their city inn to the baths of
! F'urnas.
To happy-hearted folk, like Bob and
Hetty, Manoel, Mateito, and Jose. the
journey could give but epdlessly recurring
pleasure and delight. The echoes of the
last Boa wagon boa viagem." Good
/ voyage good voyage y had hardly died