338 THE ADVENTURES OF A YOUNG NATURALIST. 



the clay, in spite of the noise of the guitar and the songs, 

 soon sent him to sleep. 



At a proper hour I desired every one to go home. They 

 kissed my hands, some even embraced me, and obeyed; so 

 silence once more reigned in the little valley. Before my 

 going to sleep, PEncuerado was already snoring, with his 

 head on Gringalet's back. 



