The German was a pedigreed fellow, and thenceforth he called him by that nickname.
Seated on summer nights under the awning, he surveyed his family around him with a sort of patriarchal ecstasy.

In the evening hush could be heard the buzzing of insects and the croaking of the frogs.

From the distant ranches floated the songs of the peons as they prepared their suppers.

It was harvest time, and great bands of immigrants were encamped in the fields for the extra work.
Madariaga had known many of the hard old days of wars and violence.

Upon his arrival in South America, he had witnessed the last years of the tyranny of Rosas.