The Alhambra and the Kremlin: The South and the North of EuropePrime, Samuel Irenæus
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The Alhambra and the Kremlin: The South and the North of Europe
Prime, Samuel Irenæus
Europe -- Description and travel
Wherewithal shall I give you an idea of the team that took us out of
Malaga that lovely winter evening! Ten mules, the most refractory,
ill-mated, and discordant beasts that have served a master since the
days of Balaam, were hitched together and to the diligence with rope
harness of primitive construction. On one of the leaders rode a
postilion: by the side of the midway pairs ran a man whose duty and
privilege it was to beat them; and the wheel mules were guided by reins
in the hands of the driver on the top of the diligence. The driver
thrashed the mules at his feet; the whipper thrashed the three pairs in
the middle of the team, and the postilion thrashed the leaders. All
thrashing at once as fast and as hard as they could. All shouting at
once at the top of their voices, the lumbering vehicle is at last fairly
launched and away it goes. The postilion on the forward beasts blows his
horn to signal the people in the narrow and crooked streets that the
thing is coming. The driver snaps his whip like a revolver, and after
the snap brings the lash around the flanks of the lazy brutes: the
whipper is now on one side and now on the other; whip, whip, whip all
the while; kicking, punching, shouting, the mules spread themselves all
abroad, never pulling in concert, but each one on his own hook, and as
we got along out of the suburbs and into the broader ways of the
country, the rebellious creatures seemed to grow frantic under the
ceaseless blows rained upon them by their tormentors, and plunged and
kicked till one of them made confusion all confounded by turning a
somerset out of his harness and bringing the whole concern to a
standstill. It was a short process, putting him in again, and then away
they all scampered, more like a drove of cattle than a harnessed team,
but the beating was redoubled the more they ran, till I really began to
think it was time for these dumb beasts to open their mouths and speak
some words of remonstrance. And yet how soon we became so demoralized,
as rather to enjoy the excitement and frolic of the ride.
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