In The
Little Town Itself, Early As Was The Hour, Many People Were Stirring.
One Gave Me Good-Morning - A Man Of Singular Character, For Here, In
The Very Peep Of Day, He Was Sitting On A Doorstep, Idle, Lazy And
Contented, As Though It Was Full Noon.
Another was yoking oxen; a
third going out singing to work in the fields.
I did not linger in this crow's nest, but going out by the low and
aged southern gate, another deeper valley, even drier and more dead
than the last, appeared under the rising sun. It was enough to make
one despair! And when I thought of the day's sleep in that wilderness,
of the next night's toil through it -
LECTOR. What about the Brigand of Radicofani of whom you spoke in
Lorraine, and of whom I am waiting to hear?
AUCTOR. What about him? Why, he was captured long ago, and has since
died of old age. I am surprised at your interrupting me with such
questions. Pray ask for no more tales till we get to the really
absorbing story of the Hungry Student.
Well, as I was saying, I was in some despair at the sight of that
valley, which had to be crossed before I could reach the town of
Acquapendente, or Hanging-water, which I knew to lie somewhere on the
hills beyond. The sun was conquering me, and I was looking hopelessly
for a place to sleep, when a cart drawn by two oxen at about one mile
an hour came creaking by.
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