With this money and the little I had saved from the liberality of our
customers, I was able to advance as far as the celebrated bridge of
Arcolis upon Zagus, whence I pursued my route as the others had done, by
holding out my hand in every village through which I passed, and to
every gentleman I met; but the harvest had been so extremely bad that
year, that people in general were but little disposed to be charitable.
I was therefore soon obliged to sell my clothes; so that I cut a most
elegant figure when I reached that celebrated capital of Spain. I was
reduced to a tattered pair of breeches, with a shirt black and torn, a
pair of stockings with a thousand holes in them, and shoes which had no
other soles than those of my feet. I looked more like a fellow just
escaped from the galleys, than a gentleman’s son of good family; and
could not possibly hope to be employed in any gentleman’s service, which
was now the height of my ambition. My miserable appearance was not
calculated to prepossess any one in my favour, and he must have been a
bold man indeed who could have made up his mind to admit me into his
house. No one could look at me attentively without saying in his own
mind, there is a young chap who only wants the opportunity to perform
some desperate trick. At length, finding that my appearance was such,
that no one would receive me either as page, footman, or even as a
turnspit, I turned my eyes towards a company of beggars whom I perceived
at a church door. I considered them with attention, and they seemed so
healthy and void of care, that I thought I could not do better than
enrol myself in their company. I joined them accordingly, and was
received by them as a member whose mien and equipage were not unworthy
of their fraternity.
Before I reached Madrid I had taken good care to leave all my modesty on
the road, as a load too heavy for a foot passenger to carry about with
him. If I had not ere this got rid of this cruel enemy to hunger, I
should soon have lost every spark of it in the company of these good
folks, who were severally and collectively the most complete birds of
prey. I followed them every where, acting as a sort of assistant to
them, until I should become sufficiently experienced to contribute my
share towards making the pot boil, in which there never failed to be
plenty. Twice a day we had a fine dish of soup, of which I was sure to
partake, provided I attended punctually to the hours of dinner and
supper, otherwise being only an underling, I should have found nothing
but the empty turine for my share.
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