We Fraternize 



reminded me of Isaac and the ram caught in the thicket), 

 and was giving, in a sort of casual manner, an account of 

 our arrival. Meanwhile the twigs, which did not under- 

 stand being raked at for nothing, took fire, and by the blaze 

 I saw the little group in the corner. 



A tall, lathy, good-looking man of five-and-twenty, dressed 

 in the dzrk. zamarra (lamb's-wool jacket) and black-leathered 

 riding trowsers, black silk fajoy and a jaunty calanies of the 

 last fashion, sat smoking the cigarilla of patience, and 

 watching a stout earthen jar among the embers before him. 

 His companion, who fully came up to the mozo's descrip- 

 tion, as "a very pretty young gentleman," seemed about 

 fifteen. 



He was apparently wearied with the day's journey, and 

 leaned with his glossy auburn curls spread on the shoulder 

 of the other, who held him tenderly with an arm round his 

 waist, and now and then blew away the smoke, and peeped 

 down into the innocent, sleepy face. He seemed to take 

 very little notice of the garrulous relation of the mozo. 

 However, at length he cast his eyes across the blaze, and 

 our glances met. 



" Adios, Senor A ; m'alegro muchissimo de ver a 



Vmd.," said I, for I saw it was no other than A , who 



was a great friend of mine at Cambridge, though I have 

 seen very little of him since. 



"Adios, Sefior," he replied in Spanish; "tambien 

 m'alegro yo, pero francamente no m'acuerdo de Vmd. : 

 tampoco sabre como Vmd. conoce mi apellido." 



" Tuve el gusto de pasar dos o tres afios de mi vida con 

 Vmd. en la universidad de Cantabrigia y me llamo Jorge 

 Juan Cayley." 



At this he started and laughed so loud that the sleepy 

 boy started up, and we shook hands over the fire. At this 



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