Through Five Republics on Horseback, Being an Account of Many Wanderings in South AmericaRay, George Whitfield
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Through Five Republics on Horseback, Being an Account of Many Wanderings in South America
Ray, George Whitfield
Ray, George Whitfield, 1868- -- Travel -- South America; South America -- Description and travel
One evening after a long day's journey, I reached a house, away near
the Brazilian frontier, and was surprised indeed to see that the owner
was a real live Scotsman. Great was my astonishment and pleasure at
receiving such a warm Scotch welcome. He was eighty miles away from any
village--alone in the mountains--and at the sight of me he wept like a
child. Never can I forget his anguish as he told me that his beloved
wife had died just a few days before, and that he had buried
her--"there in the glen." At the sight of a British face he had
completely broken down; but, pulling himself together, he conducted me
through into the courtyard, and the difficulty of my journey was
forgotten as we sat down to the evening meal.
Being anxious to hear the story of her who had presided at his
board, I bade him recount to me the sad circumstances.
She was a "bonnie lassie," and he had "lo'ed her muckle." There they
had lived for twelve years, shut out from the rest of the world, yet
content. Hand in hand they had toiled in joy and sorrow, when no rain
fell for eight long months, and their cattle died; or when increase was
good, and flocks and herds fat. Side by side they had stood alone in
the wild tangle of the wilderness. And now, when riches had been
gathered and comfort could be had, his "lassie" had left him, and "Oh!
he grudged her sair to the land o' the leal!" Being so far removed from
his fellows, he had been compelled to perform the sacred offices of
burial himself. Surrounded by kind hearts and loving sympathizers, it
is sad indeed to lose our loved ones. But how inexpressibly more sad it
is when, away in loneliness, a man digs the cold clay tomb for all that
is left of his only joy! When our dear ones sleep in "God's acre"
surrounded by others it is sad. But how much more heartbreaking is it
to bury the darling wife in the depths of the mountains alone, where a
strong stone wall must be built around the grave to keey the wild
beasts from tearing out the remains! Only those who have been so
situated can picture the solemnity of such a scene.
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