The Teams Of Mules (I Beg Pardon, Spans) Would
Delight You - Eight, Ten, Twelve, Even Sixteen Sleek, Handsome
Beasts; And Oh, Such Oxen!
Noble beasts with humps; and hump is
very good to eat too.
Oct. 21st. - The mail goes out to-morrow, so I must finish this
letter. I feel better to-day than I have yet felt, in spite of the
south-easter.
Yours, &c.
LETTER III
28th Oct. - Since I wrote, we have had more really cold weather, but
yesterday the summer seems to have begun. The air is as light and
clear as if THERE WERE NONE, and the sun hot; but I walk in it, and
do not find it oppressive. All the household groans and perspires,
but I am very comfortable.
Yesterday I sat in the full broil for an hour or more, in the hot
dust of the Malay burial-ground. They buried the head butcher of
the Mussulmans, and a most strange poetical scene it was. The
burial-ground is on the side of the Lion Mountain - on the Lion's
rump - and overlooks the whole bay, part of the town, and the most
superb mountain panorama beyond. I never saw a view within miles
of it for beauty and grandeur. Far down, a fussy English steamer
came puffing and popping into the deep blue bay, and the 'Hansom's'
cabs went tearing down to the landing place; and round me sat a
crowd of grave brown men chanting 'Allah il Allah' to the most
monotonous but musical air, and with the most perfect voices.
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