CHAPTER XXI 



Jaen, April 5 . 

 Poulticing to begin with, and washing with strong 

 solution of lunar caustic, took the inflammation out of the 

 Moor's shoulder, and helped the place to heal up in time 

 to leave Granada, after the ten or twelve days we had pro- 

 posed to stay. The new saddles we have bought are of 

 better construction, and do not touch the obnoxious 

 place ; so I think we have now reason to be thankful that 

 this rather formidable difficulty is well over for the 

 present. 



We rode out of the city by the Camino real de Jaen, and 

 soon we came in sight of the arco de media legua^ a single 

 arch (of an aqueduct, I think), which crosses the road at 

 about half a league from Granada. It grew nearer and 

 nearer, as the feet of our unconscious ponies pattered along 

 the road ; and as the pattering turned to a deep hollow 

 sound beneath the echoes of the arch, " Goodness me ! " I 

 cried, "my cloak is gone!" This great, heavy, folded mass, 

 weighing, I should say, at least ten pounds, had slipped off 

 from where I had laid it across the pommel of the saddle 

 and my thighs, without either my feeling it go, or Harry 

 seeing it. 



We turned our ponies' heads, and saw a man running 

 towards us in the distance. Luckily, we had been riding 

 only at a foot's pace. The man came up very much out of 



