Brought ForwardCunninghame Graham, R. B. (Robert Bontine)
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Brought Forward
Cunninghame Graham, R. B. (Robert Bontine)
Fiction; Short stories
Enormous bats soared about noiselessly, and white-dressed couples
lingered about the corners of the streets, and men stood talking, pressed
closely up against the wooden gratings of the windows, to women hidden
inside the room. The air was heavy with the languorous murmur of the
tropic night, and gradually the lights one by one were extinguished, and
the tinkling of the guitars was stilled. The moon came out, serene and
glorious, showing each stone upon the sandy trails as clearly as at
midday. Saddling their horses, the four Correntinos silently struck the
trail to Itapua, and bands of women moved off along the forest tracks
towards their homes, walking in Indian file. Hijinio Rojas, who had
saddled up to put the Correntinos on the right road, emerged into the
moonlit plaza, his shadow outlined so sharply on the grass it seemed it
had been drawn, and then, entering a side street, disappeared into the
night. The shrill neighing of his horse appeared as if it bade farewell
to its companions, now far away upon the Itapua trail. Noises that rise
at night from forests in the tropics sound mysteriously, deep in the
woods. It seemed as if a population silent by day was active and on
foot, and from the underwood a thick white mist arose, shrouding the
sleeping town.
Little by little, just as a rising tide covers a reef of rocks, it
submerged everything in its white, clinging folds. The houses
disappeared, leaving the plaza seething like a lake, and then the church
was swallowed up, the towers struggling, as it were, a little, just as a
wreath of seaweed on a rock appears to fight against the tide. Then they
too disappeared, and the conquering mist enveloped everything. All that
was left above the sea of billowing white were the two topmost tufts of
the tall, feathery palms.
XV
BOPICUÁ
THE great corral at Bopicuá was full of horses. Greys, browns, bays,
blacks, duns, chestnuts, roans (both blue and red), skewbalds and
piebalds, with claybanks, calicos, buckskins, and a hundred shades and
markings, unknown in Europe, but each with its proper name in Uruguay and
Argentina, jostled each other, forming a kaleidoscopic mass.
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