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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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ently, like a well lubri-cated machine, and shouting whatsounded like Vamonos! Vamonos!Anderly! words which were quite un-intelligible to me but which Maudseemed to understand, for she had a de-cidedly pained and surprised expressionupon her countenance. Our new method of procedure provedso successful that it was maintained forthe remainder of the journey. ThoughWilkinson occasionally complained of, alame arm through strenuous exertionswith the quirt, he was quite satisfiedwith it; and so was I, for when thingsgrew monotonous I had only to glancebehind at him and Maud for infintediversion. Shortly after dark we caught the dis-tant glimmer of a light, and presentlydrew up in front of a hut, or rathershed, where a young woman was grind-ing corn for tortillas by the light of apine knot and her husband lounged ona rough bench and smoked cigarettes.Before we dismounted Wilkinsonopened negotiations with the man forthe entertainment of ourselves and ouranimals, and when the terms were final-
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EACH ANIMAL CARRIED TWO GREAT PLANKS OF WHITE MAHOGANY. ly settled I paid the amount agreed up-on in advance. This advance paymentwas probably required because we were,on the whole, a pretty rough and sus-picious looking outfit. But Wilkinson was an adept at mak-ing friends. His suave manners andwell-poised rhetoric soon quieted thelast suspicion of the most reluctant na-tive. And so it was in this instance.In a little while after our mules wereunsaddled and unpacked and turnedinto a corral to feed, and we sat downto cultivate the acquaintance of ourhost, an onlooker would have supposedthat Wilkinson and he were brothers,just met for the first time after a longseparation. When our coffee was made over theirfire, the man and woman both protest-ed against our eating cold provisionsfrom our bags, and the woman set be-fore us hot tortillas and frijoles, the lat-ter very gritty, but palatable. Theirhospitality extended even to their beds.I had expected to sleep on the ground,but when I ind

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