Huecar and Jucar 



Therefore, with your permission, I shall abruptly wake 

 at once. 



On getting up, and shaking my clothes and faculties into 

 their proper places, I found my seclusion had not been so 

 perfect as I supposed. A knot of soldiers had gathered on 

 a path-ledge of the opposite side of the glen (which, though 

 so deep, was only fifty or sixty yards across), who seemed 

 to be pointing me out and observing on my motions, as if 

 they considered me some troglodyte animal, in a grey frieze 

 coat, who had crept out of the caverns to bask in the 

 sunshine. 



I descended from my rocky perch, and retracing my steps 

 to where the Huecar debouches from its chasm, crossed the 

 foot of the town, and wandered up the Jucar glen at the 

 other side. This is as abrupt and striking as the former, 

 but a thought wider, and watered by a much more copious 

 stream : at first a deep dark-green mirror reflecting the 

 crag-perched city which overhangs it, but higher up it 

 boils and whirls among protruding rocks and in deep 

 pools. 



By the northern margin of the stream, a charming wooded 

 and swarded walk beneath the precipice led me to a wooden 

 bridge, after crossing which I still kept on following the 

 other bank, under the impression that some path would 

 shortly occur to lead me back to the town. I found none, 

 and came to the conclusion that the two glens must meet 

 further up, and so went along still as far as that idea would 

 support my patience. When I had come in sight of some 

 gardens beneath the clifF, and perceived that the glen 

 turned rather the wrong way, as the day was now hot and 

 nobody in sight, I undressed, and bathed in a clear whirling 

 pool. 



Being now refreshed and cool, it struck me that it would 



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