The lower gallery was paved with small diamond-shaped slabs of blue and
white marble, the very look of which added to the coolness. "Why, Mr
Hudson, how glorious! nothing superior to this even in _ould_ Ireland."
The American laughed, and nodded in the direction of his daughter. I
turned my eye in the same direction, and met hers. She had apparently
been observing how I was affected, at least so my vanity whispered: she
blushed slightly, and looked another way.
I saw I must say something. "Indeed, Miss Hudson, I thought you had
not been above two months in the island. Did you not come down in the
American frigate"----
She smiled.
"I did, Mr Brail; but it was the cruise before last--we have been six
months here."
"Six months! and are all these glorious plants the growth of six
months?"
"Ay, that they are," quoth Listado; "most of them have not been planted
more than _six weeks_."
The inside of this large mansion was laid out more for comfort than
show; the rooms, that all opened into the corridors already mentioned,
were large and airy, but, with the exception of a tolerable
dining-room, drawing-room, and the apartments of the ladies, very
indifferently furnished. They were lit from without by the usual heavy
wooden unglazed balconies, common both in New and Old Spain, which
appear to have been invented more for the purpose of excluding the heat
than admitting the light.
In front of the house, and on each side, were large white terraced
platforms, with shallow stone ledges, built in flights, like gigantic
stairs on the hillside. On this the coffee was thickly strewed in the
red husk, or pulp, as it is called, to dry in the sun. Little Dicky
took the berries to be cherries, until the pulp stuck in his little
teeth.
The opposite hill had been cleared, and was covered with coffee-bushes;
and right below us, in the bottom of the deep ravine, a tree-screened
rivulet murmured and brawled alternately over a rugged bed of limestone
rock, as the breeze rose and fell.
In the northernmost nook of the cleared field, the negro houses, as
usual surrounded with palm, star-apple, and orange trees, were
clustered below an overhanging rock like eagles' nests, with blue
threads of smoke rising up from them in still spiral jets, until it
reached the top of the breezy cliff that sheltered them, when it
suddenly blew off, and was dissipated. Beyond these lay a large field
of luxuriant guinea grass, covered with bullocks and mules, like black
dottings on the hillside. In every other direction one unbroken forest
prevailed; the only blemish on the fair face of nature was man: for
although the negroes that we saw at work appeared sleek and fat, yet,
being most of them fresh from the ship, there was a savageness in the
expression of their countenances, and in their half-naked bodies, that
had nothing Arcadian in it.
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