310 Unexplored Spain 
José. “That is true! Bring the guitar and I will see if it 
will quit me of this tristeza!” 
Next morning the snow prevented our leaving; and the day 
after, while riding away, we met some of the villagers carrying 
poor Carmen to the burial-ground on the mountain-side. The 
body, plainly robed in white, was borne on an open bier, the 
hands crossed and head supported on pillows, thus allowing the 
long unfettered hair to hang down loose below. It was an im- 
pressive and a picturesque scene, and as I rode on, the rejoinder 
of Doléres came to my mind, “ Ya tiene su palma y su corona.” 
