CHAPTER XXV.

We stopped the fourth night at a town called San Pablo, containing

many substantial buildings and several thousand inhabitants. We

were obliged, however, to throw ourselves, as before, upon the

hospitality of private families. Our search for some time proved

unsuccessful,--the citizens were wealthier and more aristocratic,

and were not always disposed to receive such a set of ragamuffins

into their houses. But, at length, one of the principal storekeepers

consented to provide us with supper and lodging, and then the

following conversation took place:

"Have you any eggs--huevos?"

"Si, Señor! huevos."--"Gallina?" "Si, Señor! gallina."--"Pan?"

"Si, pan."--"Milk?" (here our Spanish was at fault.) "Si,

mañaña."--"Frijoles?" "Si, Señor! frijoles." "Bueno! quantos reales?"

"Quantos reales?"--and at this important question he hesitated, while

he consulted with his wife by signs--"Cinquo reales."--"Cinquo reales

por uno?" "Si, Señor! bueno?" "Si! bueno! quantos horas?"

This question completely staggered him, as well it might; but we at

length succeeded in making him comprehend that we wished to know

at what hour we could have supper; and, this being satisfactorily

arranged, he again ran over our bill of fare:--"Huevos, gallina, pan,

frijoles, cinquo reales, esta bueno?"

"Si, Señor," we replied, "esta bueno," and set out on a stroll

through the town in search of a Panama hat Ohio was anxious to obtain.

We failed to find any sufficiently large, but going into what seemed

a shop, we found a fat padre swinging in his hammock, with one foot

lazily patting the floor, and an expression of entire complacency in

his little twinkling eyes and broad, good-humoured countenance. His

library was arranged on one or two small shelves, and consisted mostly

of ancient Latin folios written, probably, some hundreds of years ago.

The padre received us with the utmost courtesy; and, in spite of his

sluggish temper, really looked as if he would have liked to converse

with us if he could. But signs and single words, though they sometimes

answered a very good purpose in enabling us to make a bargain for

supper, or something equally simple, were of little service in

carrying on an abstract conversation; we therefore soon made our

adios, the padre returned to his hammock to meditate over his dinner,

and we continued our walk.

* * * * *

After an excellent supper, which, besides the dishes included in our

bill of fare, contained several that were entirely new to us, we threw

ourselves into the hammocks that were slung in the little shop and

composed ourselves to sleep. But the fumes of garlic and aguadiente,

the glancing of lights before my half-shut eyes,--I have the

misfortune to sleep, like the weasel, with one eye half open,--and an

interrupted note of preparation buzzing in my ears, kept all my senses

on the alert. At two in the morning we were summoned to breakfast,

and this time with a reason; for a long march was before us, and our

hombres desired to make an early start. The breakfast exceeded in

variety and abundance anything that had been set before us for months;

and, if our entertainers had understood English, they would have been

highly amused by our involuntary exclamations of delight.

The language of inarticulate sounds, however, is pretty much the same

the world over; and Dr. Johnson over his leg of mutton, and Sidney

Smith's South Sea islander over his slice of broiled missionary, would

have had no difficulty in responding to each other's emotions. When

our repast was ended, our host, with an enlarged and comprehensive

liberality, of which we had hitherto found no specimen among his

countrymen, insisted upon our drinking his health in a glass of his

own aguadiente; and we parted from him, his wife, and daughter, with

expressions of mutual good-will, which lasted on our part as long as

the smack of his hospitality still lingered on our palate.

The length of this day's journey was rendered more fatiguing by

the various delays that we encountered. Among the other ingenious

novelties in the construction of our conveyance, we found that the

axle, now worn almost in two, was secured to the body simply by strips

of hide. These gradually loosened by the alternations of wet and dry,

and the violent strain to which they were subjected, till at length

the axle turned completely over, and thus brought so large a portion

of the load on to the heads of the oxen as fairly forced their noses

into the dirt. But our hombre proved himself equal to the emergency;

and, unyoking the oxen, he stationed Ohio at the pole to hold it as

high as possible, while he slipt under the cart and went to work in

restoring the axle to its proper place with a readiness and dexterity

for which we had not given him credit.

This nice and difficult operation was at length completed, but our

hombre still showed no inclination to set forward. We questioned,--we

bribed,--we expostulated in vain. Ohio bitterly lamented his ignorance

of Spanish; which prevented him from cursing the fellow in his own

vocabulary, but belaboured him with all the sturdy English oaths he

could muster, which fell on his imperturbable stupidity like drops of

rain on the hide of a rhinoceros. In the midst of the shower he took

from the cart an axe no bigger than a hatchet, with a handle four feet

long, and disappeared in the woods, leaving us sitting on a rotten

log and hardly knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Si examined his revolver and walked on ahead, under the pleasing

illusion that he should find some game; the others soon followed,

leaving us in charge of the cart. The wheezing sounds of the hombre's

axe were the only sounds that disturbed the immense silence; except,

now and then, we heard the far-off halloo of some half frantic driver

urging on his weary cattle. These gradually died away in the distance,

and we were left entirely alone. But such hours are often the most

delightful periods of a journey like ours. We forgot the cities we

had past, and the road by which we had come so far; our connection

with the world seemed broken, and we felt like a man who had climbed

to the moon and then thrown down the ladder by which he had ascended.

Robinson Crusoe in his desert island,--a frog at the bottom of his

well,--hardly a toad in his lump of granite, could be enclosed in a

profounder solitude. I tried to image to myself the great cities,

the mighty empires, that had once an existence in my brain; but the

feverish pulsation of their hearts, and the hum and stir of their

ceaseless bustle, were neither felt in the ground nor visible in the

sleeping leaves.

But our hombre now returned, and put to flight my agreeable fancies.

Like Robinson Crusoe's man Friday, his appearance on the scene at once

dispelled the delightful illusion--there was another man in the world,

and if one, why not a thousand? He carried on his shoulder a rough

stick some six feet long, which we at once conjectured to be designed

for an axle. Our fears were now excited lest he intended to finish

it before proceeding any farther, but he speedily put an end to our

apprehensions by stowing it in the cart; and, then, reyoking his oxen,

we once more found ourselves in motion.

The road, since leaving Realejo, had been remarkably level. We had

not met with a single hill worthy of the name, and were not a little

surprised, on leaving the forest, to find ourselves on the very edge

of a lofty and precipitous elevation and overlooking an immense

extent of country. As far as we could see, the surface of the ground

was broken into black irregular ridges, as if it had been occupied,

for ages, by successive generations of charcoal burners, or had been

turned up into huge furrows by the careless ploughing of some clumsy

Brobdingnagian boor. The road under our feet was almost as hard as

iron, and seemed macadamized with scoria from a blacksmith's forge.

At a little distance on the left we discovered what seemed, at first

sight, the ruins of an oven or forge. The arch yet remained nearly

entire, resting on a pile of fragments; and it required no great

effort of the imagination to suppose that I was surveying the ruins

of a vast and magnificent city, that, by some fearful convulsion of

nature, had been reduced to this state of utter desolation. This

fancy was partly true. At some period, apparently not very remote,

the volcanoes that stood around the horizon had combined to lay

waste the beautiful plain at their feet. In place of the cool green

forest, a mass of black, naked lava now presented itself, that seemed

hardly to want the touch of the match to burst again into a mighty

conflagration. The arch that we had seen, was formed by the lava

cooling round the prostrate trunk of a huge tree, that had perished in

its embrace like Semele in the arms of Jove.

The road now suddenly descended by a long irregular flight of stairs

worn in the crumbling stone. There was no possibility of riding even

if we had been willing to lose the strange novelty of the scenery--the

wheels fell with the regularity, and almost with the force, of

trip-hammers, and with a decided, uncompromising jolt that threatened

the immediate dislocation of the axle. Near the bottom, the path had

been worn, as if by a winter torrent, into a deep and narrow channel,

just wide enough for a single cart;--caves had been hollowed in the

sides, and we involuntarily quickened our pace, lest we should be

crushed beneath the overhanging banks. Having thus reached the foot

of the lofty table land on which we had been travelling, we found

ourselves on the edge of a wide valley that held the lakes Leon

and Nicaragua in its lap, and stretched one arm, by the San Juan

river, away to the Atlantic. Little of the country, however, was now

visible, for in addition to the thickening twilight, a thunder cloud

was coming rapidly up from the horizon, and soon filled the whole

heavens. The first big drops began to fall. Ohio, Texas, and New

York hastily scrambled into the cart and, as Si and myself followed,

a flash of lightning gave the signal for the contest to commence,

and was instantly extinguished in the flood itself had created. The

rain, the thunder, and the lightning that now followed hard after us,

were such as are met with only in the tropics;--the road soon became

a river in earnest, and as the lightning flashed on the swollen and

turbid waters, and the cart rocked and pitched with even more than

its usual violence, it required but a slight exercise of imagination

to feel that we were in a storm at sea. But the cloud having given us

this taste of its quality, swept away, and the stars came out, old

and young, in their pleasant family circles. There was yet no sign of

human habitation. "Quantos ligos a Managua?" we had demanded twenty

times, of a few chance travellers, and of our own invaluable hombre.

One replied that Managua was four leagues off; and, after travelling

steadily for half an hour, we met another who told us it was six.

At length we discovered the lights of a village, and Ohio, in his

eagerness, walked on before. But our hombre, instead of stopping,

as we expected, held straight on his course, and to our impatient

inquiries, "What place is this? Where is Managua?" as curtly answered,

"Marteiris,--Managua,--quatro ligos." Another hour we dragged on, and

finally crossed the plaza at Managua just as the moon had climbed to

the topmost tower of the cathedral.

Managua is a pleasant city of ten or fifteen thousand inhabitants. The

great cathedral is situated, like that at Leon, on one side of the

plaza, but is far inferior in extent and magnificence. Our hotel also

stood on the plaza; but lest the reader should form from this a too

exalted notion of its appearance, I would add that it contained but

two apartments, of moderate dimensions, one of which was occupied by

the family, while the other served as a store-room and poultry house.

There was, however, in the rear, a broad and spacious verandah where

we ate our supper--after which we spread our blankets in a corner of

the poultry house with a hen and brood of chickens in my right ear,

and a duck quacking softly in my left.

At this place a part of our fellow-passengers becoming impatient of

the slow rate at which we travelled, and fearful lest they should

not reach San Juan in season, hired horses for the remainder of

the journey--New York and Texas were among the number; but we were

encumbered with too much baggage to follow their example, and Ohio

had bought a whole regiment of parrots and paroquets that required

his constant supervision, besides costing him a fortune in cages and

bananas, which they ate with apparently equal relish.

Our hombre was occupied several hours the next morning in making a new

axle. For want of an auger, the use of which simple instrument seemed

unknown to him, he was obliged to cut the holes for the linchpins with

a chisel; and this, in his hands, was a long and tedious operation.

It was some satisfaction, however, to reflect that the work would not

require to be done over again until he reached Granada, and might even

last through the whole of his homeward journey.

Our road led to-day for several miles along the shore of Lake Leon.

This is a large body of water resembling an inland sea; and some of

our party, deceived by its extent, supposed it, at first, to be an arm

of the ocean. A general halt was here ordered, and our hombres and

muchachos, throwing off their light garments, were soon disporting

themselves in the shallow water. They enjoyed this exercise so keenly,

that it was with great difficulty we persuaded them to resume their

march.

We stopped this night at Marsawa, a city of about the same size as

Managua; and the next afternoon made our entry into Granada. It was

Sunday, and the inhabitants, dressed in their best, were sitting in

the open doors of their houses, exhibiting marks of greater opulence

and refinement than we had yet witnessed. The grace and beauty of the

women especially attracted our attention,--we seemed suddenly brought

near to home, and to have been, all at once, set down in the midst of

the nineteenth century, after so long travelling in mediæval darkness.

Granada, as already stated, is situated on Lake Nicaragua, and

connected by the San Juan river with the Atlantic. It has thus become

the great inland market for that part of Central America. The various

goods imported into the country are brought up the river and across

the lake in huge canoes, or in boats of the heaviest and most awkward

construction. There were also three small schooners on the lake about

the size of a common pleasure-boat, and capable of carrying thirty men

apiece; but not one of these was at that time at Granada, though they

had been sent for at the first intimation of our approach, and were

expected to arrive in one or two days.

In the mean time a number of our companions, impatient of the delay,

and deceived by the statements of interested parties, who assured

them that that mode of conveyance was much to be preferred, embarked

in one of the canoes for a voyage of ninety miles across a body of

water famed for its sudden and capricious temper. We were strongly

tempted to follow their example, but finally concluded to remain at

Granada until the arrival of the schooners, which were now expected

to arrive every hour. The hotel where we had taken lodgings was very

spacious and commodious. It would not indeed equal the St. Nicholas

in either of these particulars, but may well deserve that distinction

when compared with the others we had visited during our route. There

was not only a dining-room capable of accommodating one hundred

guests, but there were several sleeping apartments of like generous

proportions, and furnished with cot bedsteads, a luxury to which we

had been lately wholly unaccustomed. Except at the little village of

Nigarote, we had slept on nothing softer than the floor for weeks,

and we at first felt some alarm at the thought of such an unnatural

elevation. All these apartments were on the ground floor, and, with

the kitchen and outhouses, entirely surrounded an open court about a

hundred feet square.

The price of board at this hotel was one dollar a day, and for this

we had an abundance of tough beef cooked with garlic, beans, French

rolls, coffee and milk. We had also, by way of variety, a few eggs and

chickens, and a very limited supply of butter.

Granada presents little attraction to the stranger--on one side was

the deep forest through which we had travelled--on the other a burning

plain, with a few scattered houses, stretching two miles away to the

lake. Owing to the intense heat, we remained most of the time at our

hotel, lounging in the hammocks slung under the veranda, or watching

from the steps of the dining-room the lazy groups of the natives, or

our own more fiery Saxons, as they hurried hither and thither on some

important trifle.

No exhibition of passion is perhaps more amusing than that of a

dispute between two Spaniards. Such volubility of utterance, such

nervous flexibility of feature, such jerking spitefulness of emphasis,

can nowhere find a parallel, except in the nocturnal colloquy of

half a dozen enamoured grimalkins. A quarrel, the merits of which we

could not determine, arose one day between our landlord and another

of the same gunpowder fraternity. One of Hoe's eight-cylinder

printing presses could hardly have kept pace with the impetuous

torrent of words that streamed quivering from their lips--our sluggish

consonants, compared with their nimble vowels, are like the mailed

crusader opposed to the lithe and supple Saracen, when the greatest

danger arises from the rapidity of the onset. After keeping up a

continuous fire of words, like a rolling discharge of musketry or a

redhot poker sizzling in a pail of water, for some ten minutes, our

landlord suddenly seized a gun that stood in one corner of the bar,

and levelled it with an expression of most determined ferocity at his

vapouring antagonist. The admiring Californians, instantly opening

to right and left, displayed a narrow lane, at the end of which was

discovered the cunning Spaniard prostrate on all fours, and warily

exposing to the fire of the enemy that part of his person which

instinct, or perhaps experience, had taught him was best calculated

to meet the assault. The next moment, by a skilful side movement, he

precipitated himself down the steps into the street.--Our landlord,

with a grim smile of satisfaction, restored the gun to its place, and

the storm cleared away as rapidly as it commenced.

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