358 Unexplored Spain 
causes me a pang of regret. Probably I am quite wrong, but 
such hardly seems a human vocation—certainly it leads nowhere. 
In intervals of pelting her recalcitrant charges with stones, Joséfa 
told me she lived in a reed-hut which was close by, but so small 
that I had overlooked its existence ; that she never went to school 
or had been farther from home than Zahara, a village some few 
miles away. She asked if I was from Grazalema, and on being 
told from England, she repeated the word “Inglaterra” again 
and again, while her bright black eyes became almost sessile with 
LAMMERGEYER ENTERING EYRIE 
wonderment. Joséfa’s frock was hanging in tatters, torn to bits 
by the thorny scrub. I gave her some coppers to buy a new one, 
and with a little joyous scream Joséfa vanished among the bush. 
Darkness was closing in ere L. returned; then great thunder- 
clouds rolled up, obscuring the moon, and oh! what we suffered 
those next three hours, scrambling over rock and ridge, through 
forest and thicket—all in inky darkness and under a deluge of rain. 
On returning to this remote ridge (having ascended from the 
opposite face), we soon renewed our friendship with the lammer- 
geyer—when first seen, it was being mobbed by an impudent 
chough. Then it sailed up the deep gorge below us, passing close 
in front, and after clearing an angle of the hill, wheeled inwards 
