The Bible in Spain: Or, the Journeys, Adventures, and Imprisonments of an Englishman, in an Attempt to Circulate the Scriptures in the PeninsulaBorrow, George
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The Bible in Spain: Or, the Journeys, Adventures, and Imprisonments of an Englishman, in an Attempt to Circulate the Scriptures in the Peninsula
Borrow, George
Borrow, George, 1803-1881 -- Travel -- Spain; Spain -- Description and travel; Spain -- History -- 19th century
_Hostess_.—There are several, both on this side of Cordova and the other.
The nearest is Luisiana, about two leagues from hence, from which place
both my husband and myself come; the next is Carlota, which is some ten
leagues distant, and these are the only colonies of our people which I
have seen; but there are others farther on, and some, as I have heard
say, in the very heart of the Sierra Morena.
_Myself_.—And do the colonists still retain the language of their
forefathers?
_Hostess_.—We speak Spanish, or rather Andalusian, and no other language.
A few, indeed, amongst the very old people, retain a few words of German,
which they acquired from their fathers, who were born in the other
country: but the last person amongst the colonists who could understand a
conversation in German, was the aunt of my mother, who came over when a
girl. When I was a child I remember her conversing with a foreign
traveller, a countryman of hers, in a language which I was told was
German, and they understood each other, though the old woman confessed
that she had lost many words: she has now been dead several years.
_Myself_.—Of what religion are the colonists?
_Hostess_.—They are Christians, like the Spaniards, and so were their
fathers before them. Indeed, I have heard that they came from a part of
Germany where the Christian religion is as much practised as in Spain
itself.
_Myself_.—The Germans are the most honest people in the world: being
their legitimate descendants you have of course no thieves amongst you.
The hostess glanced at me for a moment, then looked at her husband and
smiled: the latter, who had hitherto been smoking without uttering a
word, though with a peculiarly surly and dissatisfied countenance, now
flung the remainder of his cigar amongst the embers, then springing up he
muttered “Disparate!” and “Conversacion!” and went abroad.
“You touched them in the sore place, Signor,” said the Genoese, after we
had left Moncloa some way behind us. “Were they honest people they would
not keep that venta; and as for the colonists, I know not what kind of
people they might be when they first came over, but at present their ways
are not a bit better than those of the Andalusians, but rather worse, if
there is any difference at all.”
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