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The brilliant day had become overcast, spots of rain were falling. He wandered on to a wild valley-side, where were thickets of hazel, many flowers, tufts of heather, and little clumps of young firtrees, budding with soft paws. It was rather wet everywhere, there was a stream running down at the bottom of the valley, which was gloomy, or seemed gloomy.
There should be sport of every kind; the youths in white arrayed Were, to the ladies all unknown, to lead the camisade. And ere the radiance of dawn could tint the valley-side, The merry Moor had come abroad, his friends were at his side. He gathered round a company, they formed a joyous train; There were fifty gentlemen, the noblest names in Spain.
All round about the roots of it was a pool of clear water, that cast back the image of the valley-side and the bright sky of the desert, as though it had been a mirror of burnished steel. The limbs of that tree were all behung with blazoned shields and knight's helms, and swords, and spears, and axes, and hawberks; and it rose up into the air some hundred feet above the flat of the valley.
Punch woke up with a start to find that it was broad daylight, for the sun was up, the goats on the valley-side were bleating, and a loud musical bell was giving forth its constantly iterated sounds.
To the left is the valley-side that valley of the Resurrection covered with tombs flat, sturdy, short stones, each bearing a semblance, at least, of some short Hebraic epitaph, unmoved through heaven knows how many centuries! apparently immovable; the place, in this respect, being very unlike our more ornamental cemeteries.
"That's a pity, 'cause I know we should be welcome, and I can't make out where he put the forage when he cleared away." It was the sunrise of a bright morning, and the sounds of bleating goats came plainly to the listeners' ears as the nimble animals were making their way up the valley-side to their pasture.
A tawny tinted alquizel Beneath his arms he wore; And, to conceal his thoughts of blood, No towering spear he bore. He started forth for Jerez, And hastening on his course, Trampled the vega far and wide With hoof-prints of his horse. And soon he crossed the splashing ford Of Guadelate's tide, Hard by the ancient haven Upon the valley-side.
With our revolver lying in the full light of the doorway! Merciful Allah! What is to be done with you? The old man, my preceptor, laughed aloud; and at the sound Rashîd, whose desperation was not acted, wept real tears. The people round us tried in vain to comfort him. One morning, as we rode along, we came to vineyards on a valley-side. Rashîd dismounted and began to pick the grapes.
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