The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and MajorcaClayton, John William
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The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and Majorca
Clayton, John William
Majorca (Spain) -- Description and travel; Spain -- Description and travel
The panting bull, although enfeebled by exertion and dropping gore from
a great gash in his chest, stood still without flinching in the path
of the elephant as he approached him, butting down his long horns to
receive the attack. But it was seen that the small eyes of the elephant
gleamed with a red and dangerous light from beneath the broad bald
brow, and, in a moment, the long proboscis, like a writhing serpent,
was enfolded round the neck and head of the bull, dragging him down
with a crash upon the bloody sand. The gigantic brute then fell on
his knees, full upon the upturned side of his prostrate foe, who was
actually crushed to death. While the ribs were still heard cracking
under the weight of the elephant, the roar of the human multitude
mingled fearfully with the victorious trumpeting of the vengeful
monster.
* * * * *
The following morning we started at dawn straight across the island
to the town of Artá, situated on the eastern coast, forty-five miles
from Palma. We were accompanied by a guide, who had with him a
supply of blue-lights, roman-candles, and other combustibles, with
which the famous stalactite caves of Artá were to be lit up for our
gratification. We hired a little open carriage and a couple of small,
wiry horses, which carried us over the well-made road with considerable
alacrity.
In the afternoon we reached Manacor, which, next to Palma, is the
largest town in Majorca, having a population of about 12,600. It is a
very clean town, rather glaring in appearance, from the liberal use of
whitewash. In external aspect it is a cross between the Spanish and
Oriental, but, otherwise, is remarkable for nothing in particular.
Late at night we arrived at the little town of Artá, and jolted over
the rather undulating pavement of its streets. The sensation was by
no means agreeable, though, fortunately, it was of short duration,
and, therefore, was tolerated with greater patience. We slept at the
smallest and most primitive of _posadas_ imaginable! The style of
architecture it would be impossible to determine, though the building
was very simple in structure. It consisted of a heap of bricks, mortar,
dried mud, whitewash, and a board or two, with little holes scooped in
the edifice, helping to form the apartments. The supply of fresh air
was not so deficient as usual; for in the sleeping-rooms window-frames
were apparently regarded as superfluous luxuries.
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