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thistle ; and it is in season at the end of the dry weather, when it 

 is doubly valuable. Llike the thistle heads so well myself, either as 

 salad or stewed, that I am not surprised at the complaints I have 

 heard that the cattle break down hedges to seek them. In the country 

 here, the flies that surround the cow-litter are caught and preserved 

 for their fragrance. 



Ip the evening, a certain Don Lucas, who happened to be on a 

 visit at Don Justo's, played the guitar, and sung several Guaso songs, 

 and danced several dances of the country, especially one called the 

 Campana, which I had never seen, with spirit and glee. Folding the 

 edges of his poncho over his shoulders, he seized his guitar ; then 

 leading out one of the ladies, he danced, ogled, played, and sung all 

 at once, in most grotesque style. The campana, indeed, is a pas 

 seul, and the words of the song about as significant as " Hey diddle 

 diddle, the cat and the fiddle." However they served to excuse the 

 grimaces of Don Lucas, whose face is as grotesque as Grimaldi's, to 

 which it bears some resemblance. 



The words of " La Campana' are as follow: 



" Al mar mi avojasa por una rosa, 

 Pero le temo al agua die e peligrosa, 

 Repiquen las campanas con el esquilon, 

 Che si no hai barajo con el corazon, 

 Pescado salado desecho ya un lado, 

 Repiquen las campanas de la catedral. 

 Por ver se te veo hermosa deidad, 

 Un clavel que me distes por la ventana, 

 En una jara de oro lo tengo in agua, 

 Repiquen las campanas de la catedral." 



I believe this song, like Yankee Doodle, is capable of being length- 

 ened ad infinitum by the singer. 



After the dancing was over Don Lucas seated himself in the corner 

 of the room on a low ottoman, and once more tuned his guitar to 

 accompany his voice in some ballads and tristes, which owed more 

 to the words and manner than to the voice ; one of them, though 

 abounding with conceits, struck me as being very pretty : — 



