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Updated: July 11, 2025
The native custom is that the dead are always carried to burial by persons of their own caste, and it is intense defilement for one of another caste to touch the body. Christians were always carried by the lowest class of the Portuguese, who had fallen into so degraded a state that they were usually known by their own word for poor, "pobre," and were despised by the whole population.
Sancho fetched him his clothes; and while he was dressing, the curate gave Don Fernando and the others present an account of Don Quixote's madness and of the stratagem they had made use of to withdraw him from that Pena Pobre where he fancied himself stationed because of his lady's scorn.
Whilst we stood about the horse, communing doubtfully, not knowing where to find another, an old man approached us, and, with rueful look and gesture, besought us not to deprive him of the sole support of his life. "Beyond that hill," said he, "the Padre has many better horses. El Padre esta un rico hombre. Yo estoy muy pobre, Senores."
During this time they had opportunity to pick up all the surviving Spaniards from among those left by the ship "Santa Margarita," among them, Fray Joan Pobre, who had jumped into one of the boats of the natives from the galleon "Santo Tomas," when it passed that way the year before.
A desperado yes, like Pizarro and like Loyola. Spero quia absurdum, it ought to have been said, rather than credo. And Don Quixote, who lived in solitude, sought more solitude still; he sought the solitudes of the Peña Pobre, in order that there, alone, without witnesses, he might give himself up to greater follies with which to assuage his soul.
"I have been in the heart of the Andes, and I did not write because I was as much cut off from the world as if I had been in another planet." "You must have a long story to tell us, then. But I am forgetting the most important question of all. Are you still a bachelor?" "Worse than that, Juanita. I am a widower. I have lost the sweetest wife " "Misericordia! Misericordia! Pobre amigo mio!
It tells a tale of woe, with reluctance to disclose it. "Where is Pedrillo?" is the first question asked in anxious impatience. "Oh, senor coronel!" replies Jose, hat in hand, and trembling in every joint. "Pedrillo! Pobre Pedrillito!" "Well! Poor Pedrillito what of him? Has anything happened to him?" "Yes, your excellency, a terrible mischance I fear to tell it you."
The bearded man caught it by the lantern-light, and tethered the San Marco to her place. Then he asked, in a deep voice: "Has traido al Doctor?" "Si, si!" answered Sparicio... "Y el viejo?" "Aye! pobre!" responded Feliu, "hace tres dias que esta muerto." Henry Edwards was dead!
Now one of the instances in which this knight most conspicuously showed his prudence, worth, valour, endurance, fortitude, and love, was when he withdrew, rejected by the Lady Oriana, to do penance upon the Pena Pobre, changing his name into that of Beltenebros, a name assuredly significant and appropriate to the life which he had voluntarily adopted.
"Oh, senor, los Indios bravos! los Navajoes! carambo!" "But I am not going into the Indian country. I travel down the river, through the towns of New Mexico." "Ah! senor! the towns! no hay seguridad. No, no; there is safety nowhere from the Navajo. Hay novedades: news this very day. Polvidera; pobre polvidera! It was attacked on Sunday last. On Sunday, senor, when they were all en la misa.
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