_Gipsy Mother_--The London Caloró asks me what we could do in the land of the Corahai! _Aromali_! I almost think that I am speaking to a _lilipendi_. Are there not horses to _chore?_ Yes, I trow there are, and better ones than in this land, and asses, and mules. In the land of the Corahai you must _hokkawar_ and _chore_ even as you must here, or in your own country, or else you are no Caloró. Can you not join yourselves with the black people who live in the _despoblados_? Yes, surely; and glad they would be to have among them the Errate from Spain and London. I am seventy years of age, but I wish not to die in this _chim_, but yonder, far away, where both my _roms_ are sleeping. Take the _chabí_, therefore, and go to Madrilati to win the _parné_; and when you have got it, return, and we will give a banquet to all the Busné in Merida, and in their food I will mix _drao_, and they shall eat and burst like poisoned sheep.... And when they have eaten we will leave them, and away to the land of the Moor, my London Caloró. During the whole time that I remained at Merida I stirred not once from the house; following the advice of Antonio, who informed me that it would not be convenient. My time lay rather heavily on my hands, my only source of amusement consisting in the conversation of the women, and in that of Antonio when he made his appearance at night. In these _tertulias_ the grandmother was the principal spokeswoman, and astonished my ears with wonderful tales of the land of the Moors, prison escapes, thievish feats, and one or two poisoning adventures, in which she had been engaged, as she informed me, in her early youth. There was occasionally something very wild in her gestures, and demeanor; more than once I observed her, in the midst of much declamation, to stop short, stare in vacancy, and thrust out her palms as if endeavoring to push away some invisible substance; she goggled frightfully with her eyes, and once sank back in convulsions, of which her children took no further notice than observing that she was only _lili_, and would soon come to herself. JUAN BOSCAN (1493-?1540)