Gautier, Théophile, 1811-1872 -- Travel -- Spain; Spain -- Description and travel; Spain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
After leaving San Lucar behind us, we entered the open sea by an
almost imperceptible transition; the waves became transformed
into long, regular volutes, the water changed colour, and so did
the faces of the persons on board. Those doomed to suffer that
strange malady which is termed sea-sickness, began to seek out
the most solitary corners, and to lean in a melancholy manner
against the rigging. As for myself, I took my seat valiantly on
the top of the cabin, near the paddle-box, determined to study my
sensations conscientiously; for, never having made a sea-voyage, I
did not know whether I was fated to suffer the same indescribable
torture or not. The first few see-saw movements of the vessel
surprised me slightly, but I soon felt better, and resumed all my
usual serenity. On leaving the Guadalquiver we kept to the left,
and coasted along the shore, but at such a distance as only to
be enabled to distinguish it with difficulty; for evening was
approaching, and the sun was descending majestically into the
sea by a glittering staircase formed of five or six steps of the
richest purple clouds.
It was perfectly dark when we reached Cadiz. The lanterns of the
ships and smaller craft at anchor in the roads, the lights in the
town, and the stars in the sky, literally covered the waves with
millions of golden, silver, and fiery spangles; where the water was
calmer, the reflection of the beacons, as it stretched over the
sea, formed long columns of flame of the most magical effect. The
enormous mass of the ramparts loomed strangely through the thick
darkness.
In order to land, it was necessary for ourselves and our luggage to
be shifted into small boats, the boatmen fighting with one another,
and vociferating in the most horrible manner, for the passengers
and trunks, in about the same style as that which was formerly
patronised at Paris by the drivers of the Coucons for Montmorency
and Vincennes. My companion and myself had the utmost difficulty
not to be separated from each other, for one boatman was pulling us
to the right, and another to the left, with a degree of energy that
was not at all calculated to inspire us with any great confidence,
especially as all this contention took place in cockle-shells, that
oscillated like the swings at a fair. We were deposited on the
quay, however, without accident, and, after having been examined
by the custom-house officers, whose bureau was situated under the
archway of the city gates, in the thickness of the wall, we went to
lodge in the Calle de San Francisco.
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