The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By HimselfHudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By Himself
Hudson, W. H. (William Henry)
Adventure stories; British -- Uruguay -- Fiction; Uruguay -- Fiction
I was kindly received by a very numerous family, consisting of the
owner, his hoary-headed old mother-in-law, his wife, three sons, and
five daughters, all grown up. There were also several small children,
belonging, I believe, to the daughters, notwithstanding the fact that
they were unmarried. I was greatly amazed at hearing the name of one
of these youngsters. Such Christian names as Trinity, Heart of Jesus,
Nativity, John of God, Conception, Ascension, Incarnation, are
common enough, but these had scarcely prepared me to meet with a
fellow-creature named--well, Circumcision! Besides the people, there
were dogs, cats, turkeys, ducks, geese, and fowls without number. Not
content with all these domestic birds and beasts, they also kept a
horrid, shrieking paroquet, which the old woman was incessantly talking
to, explaining to the others all the time, in little asides, what the
bird said or wished to say, or, rather, what she imagined it wished to
say. There were also several tame young ostriches, always hanging about
the big kitchen or living-room on the look-out for a brass thimble, or
iron spoon, or other little metallic _bonne bouche_ to be gobbled up
when no one was looking. A pet armadillo kept trotting in and out, in
and out, the whole evening, and a lame gull was always standing on
the threshold in everybody's way, perpetually wailing for something to
eat--the most persistent beggar I ever met in my life.
The people were very jovial, and rather industrious for so indolent a
country. The land was their own, the men tended the cattle, of which
they appeared to have a large number, while the women made cheeses,
rising before daylight to milk the cows.
During the evening two or three young men--neighbours, I imagine,
who were paying their addresses to the young ladies of the
establishment--dropped in; and after a plentiful supper, we had singing
and dancing to the music of the guitar, on which every member of the
family--excepting the babies--could strum a little.
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