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From Consolacion to San Christoval the tobacco is very "hot," to use a local phrase, harsh, and strong, and from San Christoval to Guanajay the quality is inferior up to Holguin y Cuba, where better tobacco is produced. The fertile valley of Los Guines produces poor smoking-tobacco, but an article excellent for the manufacture of snuff.
Leaving her husband without support, she planted herself in front of the alfereza, trembling with anger from head to foot and unable to speak. Doña Consolacion slowly turned her head, calmly looked her over again, and once more spat, this time with greater disdain. "What's the matter with you, Doña?" she asked. "Can you tell me, señora, why you look at me so? Are you envious?"
Then he wheeled and left the cabin. A minute later I heard the master from the Consolacion hail the Margarita that lay close by. "Margarita, ahoy! Orders! Clap on sail and follow!" The trumpet cried to the Juana and the San Sebastian, "Make ready and follow!" Our mariners ran to make sail. But the long boat waited for some final word that they said was going ashore. Terreros would take it.
Doña Consolacion was at the window, as usual, dressed in flannel and smoking her cigar. As the house was low, the two señoras measured one another with looks; Doña Victorina stared while the Muse of the Civil Guard examined her from head to foot, and then, sticking out her lower lip, turned her head away and spat on the ground. This used up the last of Doña Victorina's patience.
Pedro de Terreros, Bartholomew Fiesco, Diego Tristan, Francisco de Porras were the captains of the caravels Juan Sanchez and Pedro Ledesma the chief pilots. Bartholomew Fiesco of the Consolacion was a Genoese and wholly devoted to the greater Genoese. We had for notary Diego Mendez. There were good men upon this voyage, and very bold men. The youth Fernando Colon sailed with his father.
People of categoría ... Do you want my clothes to wash? I will pay you well. Do you think that I don't know that you are a washerwoman?" Doña Consolacion became furious. The reference to her being a washerwoman wounded her. "Do you think that we do not know what you are? Get out! My husband has already told me. Señora, I, at least, have not belonged to more than one man, but you?
Science became a pathway that led to the bonfire; and then came a fresh calamity, the expulsion of the Spanish Jews, so saturated with the spirit of this country, loving it so dearly, that even to-day, after four centuries, scattered on the shores of the Danube or the Bosphorus there are Spanish Jews who weep, like old Castillians, for their lost country: 'Perdimos la bella Sion; Perdimos tambien España Nido de consolacion.
"Boy, has your master gone out?" cried Doña Consolacion. At a sign from the alferez the boy answered, "Yes, señora, he's gone out." A gleeful laugh was heard from her as she pulled back the bolt. Slowly her husband arose, the door opened a little way A yell, the sound of a falling body, oaths, howls, curses, blows, hoarse voices who can tell what took place in the darkness of that room?
The Admiral named it Bay of Comfort. The Consolacion Margarita, Juana, San Sebastian, lay under bare masts, deep within the bight. The next day, an hour before noon, arrived that king hurricane. They are known now, these storms of Europe's west and Asia's east. Take all our Mediterranean storms and heap them into one!
The Margarita, that was next to the Consolacion in greatness, sailed so infirmly that mercy 'twas the seas were smooth. It was true accident. She had been known at Palos, Cadiz and San Lucar for good ship. But at Ercilla where we must stop on the Sovereigns' business, a storm had beaten her upon the shore where she got a great wound in her side.
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