The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1899-12-14

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... At druggists or direct from
DF.Ntliiams MeiIciue TO-, Schenectady, n. 2.
so cents per box. boxes $50
from the wooden saddle-yokes; rye and
corn are brought down from mountain
farms in panniers; tree trunks, to be con-
verted into timber are attached to cross
and SO it goes, to the end Of the chapter,
all the work OF this lazy people depending
largely upon the lireless and patient beast
OF Balaam.
In the cumbersome native saddle, with
the huge wooden yokes at the front and
back, even men do not sit astride. They
ride something as ia the wild Irish jaunt-
ing cars, with both legs dangling over the
right side, and in moments of peril clutch
the front yoke with then hands Under
taking donkey jaunt in those parts, you
might as well lay aside your dignity in the
beginning, for an attempt to assume either
graceful OF stately attitude is to render
yourself unnecessarily ludicrous 1t is
better, by far, to copy the Portuguese
style Of riding, doubled up in the form OF
a printers Interrogation mark reversed,
maintaining precautions equilibrium by the
under side OF the knee joints.
Thus up hill and down dale you plod,
past farms and orchards and vineyards,
with the distant mountains always IN view.
Through a constant succession OF sleepy
bamlets, lying close together, each with
its eeut1al fountain surrounded by loiter-
ing donleys, peasant and water carriers;
past frequent wayside shnnes where Nossa
Senhota, (our Lady,, with outstretched
hands, invites to prayer: and occasional
wooden crosses. each erected 10 mark
murdet probably by bngauds. Every
cross is surrounded by its heap Of stones,
denoting the petitions Of passing travellers
for the repuse of the unsAriven soul. and
you add pebble to tAe collection lest
your own meet a similar fate at the next
turn of the road. AS the end If the day
approaches. YOU elect to pass the night
in one Of the villages and no matter which
you will wish you had gone farther in any
event A description Of one rural inn an
swers for all the rest is the posada Of
Don Quixote's day, with no alterations.
Originally built to withstand a siege, hun
dreds of years ago, when abbots, friars
and merchants travelled with treasure,
liable to be attacked AT any minute by such
grand robbers as GiraidO, its walls are
many feet thick, its windows tiny grated
apertures, its sleeping rooms no larger
than the cells of auStere monks, and its
doors of riyeted and bolted chestnut, with
iron latticed gates behind them. Your
apartment has always the same meagre
furnishings bed of four stout posts set
into huge frame, laced across with raw
hide thongs, ON which is laid a shapeless
sack OF corn husks and several wooden
blankets, hand woven by tue women of
the district. At the head thereof hangs an
iron c1ucitiX, and perhaps a little brass or
pewter font for the holy water which you
have surely brought along in bottle, to
ensure safety on the journey The one
chair OF stool, is of piece with the bed
stead-a hollow frame, laced across with
rawhide; upon the floor, in one corner is
tin basin filled with water for washing,
and near it lies a hand woven linen towel,
coarse, but clean. You may watch the
cooking of your breakfast and supper
over a small blaze of faggots in the open
court yard. There is no public dining
room, and table bare of cloth, will be
spread in your room. The centre piece
will be brown earthen plate with thick
slices Of Portuguese bacon, thanked with
boiled vans, big as your fist. There is
t'i7D {" bf'Slh " oLtN, odNpI dutt
whose mysterious components had bet
ter not be enquired into; an enormous
frasca para yinho, or vine flagon, contain
ing gallon or two of cheap Alentejo
wine, and mountain of broa (bread),
yellow as saffron and hard as rock. This
coarse, but nutritious bread, of mingled
! corn and rye, which seems to have been
constructed simultaneously with the sew
eral- hundred years old casa, is the staple
! luxury of the Portuguese peasantry and
to it they owe their hardness, as we'll as
their strong, white teeth. When the corn
crop has been bad, and is therefore scarce
and dear, less of it in proportion to the
rye can be used in the loaf, and vice versa.
In the corn producing province of the
Mimic, and in the lowland districts gen
orally, the usual proportions are eight