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him, or that he was a journeyman and not the master 

 of the establishment. But he was as free and easy 

 and natural as possible. An American tobacco-chewer, 

 of fifty years' standing, would not have asked a cut 

 from a neighbor's "lady's twist," or "pig-tail" in 

 more perfect good faith. That good, round, English 

 face would have blushed crimson if the man suspected 

 that I misunderstood him. Nay, more, he would quite 

 likely have thrown the pennies at my head if I had 

 offered them to him to buy bread or bacon with for 

 himself and family. I had no reason for a moment's 

 doubt. It all meant beer, " only that and nothing 

 more;" a mere pour boire souvenir to celebrate our 

 mutual acquaintance. So I gave him a couple of 

 pennies, just as I would have given him a bite of 

 tobacco if we had both been in that line. I feared to 

 give him more, lest he might think I meant bread and 

 bacon and thought him a beggar. But I ventured to 

 tell him, however, that I did not use that beverage 

 myself, and hoped he would wish me health in some 

 better enjoyment. 



I saw, for the first time, a number of Spanish cattle 

 feeding in a pasture. They were large, variously 

 colored animals with the widely-branching horns that 

 distinguish them. A man must have a long range of 

 buildings to stable a score of creatures with such horns, 



