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thistle ; and it is in season at the end of the dry weather, when it 
is doubly valuable. I like 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. 
In 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 che 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 Jas campanas de Ia 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 : — 
