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Updated: June 2, 2025
I repeated, and then they retreated into the porch. They had stood by unconcerned while their cut-throat comrade Gandara was threatening my life, so that I naturally felt angry with them. I sprang upon my horse, but, instead of riding away at once, stood for some minutes by the gate watching the two men.
My lips grew dry; I was intensely thirsty and longed for more wine, yet dared not take it for fear that in my excited state even a very moderate amount of alcohol might cloud my brain. "How long will it take your friend to return with the Alcalde?" I asked at length. Gandara made no reply. "A long time," said one of the other men.
La Tapera, a native estancia Don Gregorio Gandara His grotesque appearance and strange laugh Gandara's wife and her habits and pets My dislike of hairless dogs Gandara's daughters A pet ostrich In the peach orchard Gandara's herds of piebald brood mares His masterful temper His own saddle-horses Creating a sensation at gaucho gatherings The younger daughter's lovers Her marriage at our house The priest and the wedding breakfast Demetria forsaken by her husband.
Eventually, when broken, it would go into his private tropilla, and in this way he would always possess three or four times as many saddle-horses as he needed. If you met Gandara every day for a week or two you would see him each time on a different horse, and every one of them would be more or less a surprise to you on account of its colouring. There was something fantastic in this passion.
"I, for one, cannot wait till he comes," and after that he took his departure. One by one they now began to drop away, till only two men besides Gandara remained in the porch. Still that murderous wretch kept before me like a tiger watching its prey, or rather like a wild boar, gnashing and foaming, and ready to rip up its adversary with horrid tusk.
Altogether, Don Anastacio in his ringlets was an ineffectual, colourless, effeminate person, a perfect contrast to his ugly, barrel- shaped, badly-dressed but robust-minded neighbour, Gandara. Yet he too had a taste in animals which distinguished him among his fellow- landowners, and even reminded one of Gandara in a ridiculous way.
That was a joy to us youngsters, as she had a thin cracked voice that always at the high notes went off into a falsetto. Her favourite air was "Home, sweet Home," and her rendering in her wailing cracked voice was as great a feast to us as the strange laugh of our grotesque neighbour Gandara. And that is all I can say about her.
Nobody quarrelled with Gandara on account of his taste in horses; on the contrary, he and his vast parti-coloured herds were greatly admired, but his ambition to have a monopoly in piebalds was sometimes a cause of offence.
This decree, however, referred only to the first three qualities, the quantity of which decreased in a relative measure with the increased pressure upon the population. Even in the table annexed to the record of La Gandara this is very clearly shown. Whilst the total produce for 1867 stood at 176,018 cwt.
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