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I love the English, and on that account I saved you. Think not that I would toil along these sands with you if you were one of my own countrymen. Here we are at Duyo, captain. Shall we refresh? We did refresh, or rather Antonio de la Trava refreshed, swallowing pan after pan of wine, with a thirst which seemed unquenchable.
It was upon this beach that, according to the tradition of all ancient Christendom, St. James, the patron saint of Spain, preached the gospel to the heathen Spaniards. Upon this beach had once stood an immense commercial city, the proudest in all Spain. This now desolate bay had once resounded with the voices of myriads, when the keels and commerce of all the then known world were wafted to Duyo.
"'What is the name of this village? said I to a woman, as we passed by five or six ruinous houses at the bend of the bay, ere we entered upon the peninsula of Finisterra. "'This is no village, said the Gallegan 'this is no village, Sir Cavalier; this is a city this is Duyo. "So much for the glory of the world!
This now desolate bay had once resounded with the voices of myriads, when the keels and commerce of all the then known world were wafted to Duyo. "What is the name of this village?" said I to a woman, as we passed by five or six ruinous houses at the bend of the bay, ere we entered upon the peninsula of Finisterra.
These huts were all that the roaring sea and the tooth of time had left of Duyo, the great city! Onward now to Finisterra." He spends little time on such declamatory description, but it is essential to the whole effect.
Autumnal Morning The World's End Corcuvion Duyo The Cape A Whale The Outer Bay The Arrest The Fisher-Magistrate Calros Rey Hard of Belief Where is your Passport? It was a beautiful autumnal morning when we left the choza and pursued our way to Corcuvion.
"This is no village," said the Gallegan, "this is no village, Sir Cavalier, this is a city, this is Duyo." So much for the glory of the world! These huts were all that the roaring sea and the tooth of time had left of Duyo, the great city! Onward now to Finisterra.
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