The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
As it was necessary for us to stay there some days, for the purpose
of refitting our sails and rigging, we devised various kinds of
amusements to keep off the foul fiend melancholy. Every one did as
seemed good in his own eyes: some played at cards, others diverted
themselves in other ways; but as for me, I went about exploring the
island, with such of our gentry as had either a curiosity or a taste
for the picturesque. We were frequently obliged to clamber from rock
to rock; for the face of the country is rugged, and the soil scanty,
presenting a scene difficult of access, but interesting from its
wildness. One day, while we were speculating on these dry and barren
prospects, and extracting a moral from the vagaries of nature, who
can swell into the fruitful mother and the copious nurse, or shrink
into the lean and loathsome skeleton, as she pleases, our sense was
all at once regaled with a most delicious fragrance. We turned as
with a common impulse towards the east, whence the scented gale
seemed to come. To our utter astonishment, we discovered among the
rocks a green plat of considerable dimensions, gay with honeysuckles
more luxuriant and more odorous than even those which thrive so
greatly in the climate of Andalusia. We were not sorry to approach
nearer these delicious shrubs, which were wasting their sweetness in
such unchecked profusion, when it turned out that they lined the
entrance of a very deep cavern. The opening was wide, and the recess
in consequence partially illuminated. We were determined to explore;
and descended by some stone steps overgrown with flowers on each
side, so that it was difficult to say whether the approach was formed
by art or nature. When we had got down, we saw several little
streams winding over a sand, the yellow lustre of which outrivalled
gold. These drew their sources from the continual distillations of
the rock within, and lost themselves again in the hollows of the
ground. The water looked so clear, that we were tempted to drink of
it; and such was its freshness, that we made a party to return the
next day, with some bottles of generous wine, which we were persuaded
would acquire new zest from the retreat where they were to be quaffed.
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