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THE RATERILLO. Passing Coria del Rio, a little province and partido, after a twenty miles' ride we halted to dine at Lebrija, which is so famed for its oil of olives, and there we got some prim…
LA RIO DE MUERTE. Dark-visaged and black-bearded, with long sable hair hanging over their collars from under their battered sombreros, or gathered up in net-work cauls, the robbers presented every p…
PEDRO THE CONTRABANDISTA. After a painful and anxious hour elapsed, and we had traversed about two miles of a steep and craggy ascent, until we reached a part of the mountain range which was entirel…
THE SPANISH STEAMER. Whatever may have been the emotions with which we regarded the formidable relative of our contrabandista, we spared him the humiliation of listening to the just appreciation we …
THE CIRCASSIAN CAPTAIN. On board the steamer our attention had been repeatedly attracted, and our interest—mine, at least—excited by a fellow-passenger, whose manner, costume, and bearing were too r…
OSMAN RIONI Bismillah! there is but one God, and Mohammed is His prophet; and on earth He is the powerful hand of Him who moveth the stars, who giveth light to the sun, and throweth darkness on the …
THE HUSSARS OF TENGINSKI How we swept the land of Kisliar, continued the Circassian captain; how we baffled the foe beneath the towers of Dargo; how Schamyl the Immortal did prodigies of valour at U…
ZUPI. Ivan Carlovitch, he resumed, was a soldier insensible alike to pity and to danger. His cold and rigid sternness had first brought him under the notice of his imperial master, who raised him fr…
WE REACH HEAD-QUARTERS. Such was the story of the Circassian captain, and it occupied the greater part of the time during which the San Lucar packet steamed along the south-west coast of Andalusia, …
ST. FLORIDAN; OR, THE ADVENTURES OF A NIGHT. The night was dark, and the lamps of the Rue du Temple had nearly all been extinguished by a high wind; there was no moon visible. It was in the month a…
