Blanco y Colorado: Old Days among the Gauchos of UruguayTetley, William C.
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Blanco y Colorado: Old Days among the Gauchos of Uruguay
Tetley, William C.
Uruguay -- Description and travel; Uruguay -- Social life and customs
Here I enquired when a diligence would leave for the interior, which
would take me within reasonable distance of my friend's estancia, whom I
had come out to visit, which I believed to be situate about thirty-three
leagues, or one hundred miles, up country. I was informed that it was to
leave the next morning, but that, as it started from a "fonda," or inn,
outside the town at 5 a.m., it would be necessary to sleep there,
otherwise I should certainly miss it. At this time the diligence was
the only public conveyance traversing the country, a railway being as
yet unthought of. So I ordered some dinner at the "Hotel Oriental," and
occupied the interval by having a look round the city. I was much
pleased with the straight, wide streets, running at right angles, by the
size and importance of the public buildings, and by many of the private
houses, often opening on to a "plaza," or square, prettily planted with
trees and flowering shrubs. But I was most impressed by the variety and
beauty of the excellent shops, which I could hardly have expected to
find in a South American town at that time, so remote from Europe. I
also saw more than one of the famous "quintas," or villas, with large
grounds, where semi-tropical flowers can be seen in all their beauty,
and palms and magnolias everywhere flourish.
I arrived at the inn whence the diligence started at 9 p.m. The
proprietor received me with courtesy, and shewed me my bedroom, which
was small and not very clean; but it had a window opening on the street,
so I could get plenty of air. Some natives were making a noise in the
bar below, where they had doubtless been drinking, and seemed inclined
to quarrel. I gave instructions to be called, and the last thing I heard
as I dropped off to sleep was the cry of the "sereno," or
night-watchman, whose business it was, during the night, to call the
time and state of the weather every half hour. A loud rapping at my door
awoke me in time to look up my baggage and drink some hot coffee, before
a start was made. Dawn was fast breaking in the East as five horses and
three mules were being harnessed up, four abreast, to the old wooden
diligence, which carried the mails and baggage piled on its top, the
passengers sitting facing each other on hard wooden seats inside. In
front, beneath a wooden shelter, sat the driver, with room for one
passenger beside him. The diligence was heavily built, with large broad
wooden wheels, and there were no springs. In front rode a native on
horseback, with his lasso made fast to the leading horses, so that he
was able to guide the course of the diligence. His was an office of
importance, and he was called the "quartia dor." The team was evidently
well accustomed to the streets, so we rumbled heavily along, passed
suburb and quinta, until houses became less frequent, and by the end of
the first stage had ceased to appear; and we then saw before us the
rolling plains of Uruguay. A word as to my fellow-passengers. Four were
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