I had continued to sketch for some time among my sleeping
companions, when at length I saw the captain of the band
approaching, followed by a peasant leading a mule, on which was a
well-filled sack. I at first apprehended that this was some new
prey fallen into the hands of the robbers, but the contented look
of the peasant soon relieved me, and I was rejoiced to hear that
it was our promised repast. The brigands now came running from
the three sides of the mountain, having the quick scent of
vultures. Every one busied himself in unloading the mule and
relieving the sack of its contents.
The first thing that made its appearance was an enormous ham of a
color and plumpness that would have inspired the pencil of
Teniers. It was followed by a large cheese, a bag of boiled
chestnuts, a little barrel of wine, and a quantity of good
household bread. Everything was arranged on the grass with a
degree of symmetry, and the captain presenting me his knife,
requested me to help myself. We all seated ourselves round the
viands, and nothing was heard for a time but the sound of
vigorous mastication, or the gurgling of the barrel of wine as it
revolved briskly about the circle. My long fasting and the
mountain air and exercise had given me a keen appetite, and never
did repast appear to me more excellent or picturesque.
From time to time one of the band was despatched to keep a
look-out upon the plain: no enemy was at hand, and the dinner was
undisturbed.
The peasant received nearly twice the value of his provisions,
and set off down the mountain highly satisfied with his bargain.
I felt invigorated by the hearty meal I had made, and
notwithstanding that the wound I had received the evening before
was painful, yet I could not but feel extremely interested and
gratified by the singular scenes continually presented to me.
Every thing seemed pictured about these wild beings and their
haunts. Their bivouacs, their groups on guard, their indolent
noon-tide repose on the mountain brow, their rude repast on the
herbage among rocks and trees, every thing presented a study for
a painter. But it was towards the approach of evening that I felt
the highest enthusiasm awakened.
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