Chap. V. THE PKOLETAIKES OF LEON. 73 
While I passed through the streets, a young fellow, 
whom I may call a true type of this latter element, 
accosted me, requesting that I would allow him to light 
his cigar. " Your Grace," he said, after I had complied, 
"is a stranger, but a very polite gentleman. When I 
left the house of my father, he told me : My son, you must 
be polite towards the high as well as towards the low, and 
when a gentleman wants to light his cigar, you must be 
quick to serve him : in this my father w r as right. But I 
say that the gentleman should not be less polite than the 
common man of the people, and when I want fire for 
lighting my cigar he should show himself obliging in turn. 
Don't you think so, sir ?" 
One evening I took a sketch of a street of Saragosa, 
which is a suburb of Leon, and while thus occupied, a 
whole crowd of people gathered around me. Some gentle- 
men on horseback, accidentally passing, stopped their 
horses and looked at the operation with apparent dislike. 
" I have no patience to look on," said one of them ; 
" after the mapa is finished, I will inspect it." " Better to 
know how to make it than to inspect it," replied a man 
standing next to me. He seemed to be a military 
character, something like a veteran from the war of inde- 
pendence. After the gentlemen on horseback, disgusted, 
I suppose, by the pointed remark of the proletarian, had 
taken their departure, the latter turned to the crowd, 
" Look at this man," he said, in a patronising manner, 
" he comes from afar, takes his place here at this corner, 
and sketches our street with all its little houses and 
cocoa-nut trees, and makes a map of it. The first man 
who ever made a map of this country had come with 
many followers. But as they carried contraband goods, 
