My Disguise 



as London might have looked upon without either admira- 

 tion or astonishment. 



Next morning after breakfast I loaded my revolver, and 

 went out to purchase my outfit. This consisted of half a 

 dozen filigree buttons and a faja. The faja is a scarf, 

 usually of a scarlet woollen stuff, something like close 

 thick-wove bunting, about a foot wide, and varying from . 

 three and a half to seven yards in length. This is wrapped 

 round and round the waist, and at last tucked in beneath 

 the folds over one of the hips, with the fringed end hanging 

 out a little. It is a comfortable thing, giving both warmth 

 and support to the body. An Andalusian can no more do 

 without )\\i faja than a lady could cast her stays. 



I returned to my lodging and dressed. A pair of black 

 trousers and a black waistcoat (with the filigree buttons) 

 were divided by my scarlet faja gaily striped with yellow 

 and blue, and purple and green. I wore, besides, a seedy 

 old black shooting-jacket, and a brown Scotch plaid, with a 

 red stripe in it, slung over my shoulder, to look as much 

 like a ynanta as possible ; and on my head a gigantic wide- 

 awake, such as the peasants wear in lower Brittany, where 

 I got it last summer. It is a good hat for a hot climate, 

 being very thick, and having a rim about nine inches 

 wide. 



Thus attired in the costume of a nondescript vagabond, I 

 stuck my revolver well out of sight in the folds oi my faja^ 

 and sallied forth. I was in great fear lest I should meet 

 some of my fashionable Sevillian acquaintance in this guise, 

 but I was lucky enough to clear the gate of Triana without 

 any such mischance. It reassured me, to observe that the 

 tag-rag-and-bobtail who lounge about, and sell and buy fish 

 and vegetables on the bank of Guadalquivir, and who are 

 very picturesque and irregular in their own attire, stared at 



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