Then Miguel--"Let Juan Lepe alone!" said my merchant.
"Fie! a poor Palos seafaring child, and you great Huelva men!" They laughed at that, and the storm vanished as it had come.
I liked the young man.
How wild and without law, save "Hold if you can!" were these mountains! "Hold if you can to life--hold if you can to knowledge--hold if you can to joy!" Black cliff overhung black glen and we knew there were dens of robbers.

Far and near violence falls like black snow.

This merchant band gathered to sleep under oaks with a great rock at our back.

We had journeyers' supper and fire, for it was cold, cold in these heights.

A little wine was given and men fell to sleep by the heaped bales; horses, asses and mules being fastened close under the crag.