Gipsy Life: Being an account of our Gipsies and their children, with suggestions for their improvementSmith, George
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Gipsy Life: Being an account of our Gipsies and their children, with suggestions for their improvement
Smith, George
Romanies -- Great Britain
“One of the striplings now gave us barley for our animals in a large bag,
into which we successively introduced their heads, allowing the famished
creatures to regale themselves till we conceived that they had satisfied
their hunger. There was a puchero simmering at the fire, half-fall of
bacon, garbanzos, and other provisions; this was emptied into a large
wooden platter, and out of this Antonio and myself supped; the other
Gipsies refused to join us, giving us to understand that they had eaten
before our arrival; they all, however, did justice to the leathern bottle
of Antonio, which, before his departure from Merida, he had the
precaution to fill.
“I was by this time completely overcome with fatigue and sleep. Antonio
flung me an immense horse-cloth, of which he bore more than one beneath
the huge cushion on which he rode. In this I wrapped myself, and placing
my head upon a bundle, and my feet as near as possible to the fire, I lay
down.”
How delightful and soul-inspiring it would have been to the weary
pilgrim, jaded in the cause of the poor Gipsies, if Antonio’s heart had
been full of religious zeal and fervour, and Hubert Petalengro and
Esmeralda, their souls filled to overflowing with the love of God, had
been by the side of the camp-fire, and the trio had struck up with their
sweet voices, as the good man was drawing his weary legs and cold feet
together before the embers of the dying Gipsy fire—
“Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, feed me till I want no more.
“Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillars,
Lead me all my journey through.
Strong Deliverer, be Thou still my strength and shield.”
“Antonio and the other Gipsies remained seated by the fire conversing. I
listened for a moment to what they said, but I did not perfectly
understand it, and what I did understand by no means interested me. The
rain still drizzled, but I heeded it not, and was soon asleep.
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