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The
two
wings
,
shut
up
,
crumbled
behind
the
nailed
doors
,
and
what
may
be
described
as
a
grove
of
young
orange
trees
grown
in
the
unpaved
patio
concealed
the
utter
ruin
of
the
back
part
facing
the
gate
.
You
turned
in
from
the
street
,
as
if
entering
a
secluded
orchard
,
where
you
came
upon
the
foot
of
a
disjointed
staircase
,
guarded
by
a
moss-stained
effigy
of
some
saintly
bishop
,
mitred
and
staffed
,
and
bearing
the
indignity
of
a
broken
nose
meekly
,
with
his
fine
stone
hands
crossed
on
his
breast
.
The
chocolate-coloured
faces
of
servants
with
mops
of
black
hair
peeped
at
you
from
above
;
the
click
of
billiard
balls
came
to
your
ears
,
and
ascending
the
steps
,
you
would
perhaps
see
in
the
first
sala
,
very
stiff
upon
a
straight-backed
chair
,
in
a
good
light
,
Don
Pepe
moving
his
long
moustaches
as
he
spelt
his
way
,
at
arm
's
length
,
through
an
old
Sta
.
Marta
newspaper
.
His
horse
--
a
stony-hearted
but
persevering
black
brute
with
a
hammer
head
--
you
would
have
seen
in
the
street
dozing
motionless
under
an
immense
saddle
,
with
its
nose
almost
touching
the
curbstone
of
the
sidewalk
.
Don
Pepe
,
when
"
down
from
the
mountain
,
"
as
the
phrase
,
often
heard
in
Sulaco
,
went
,
could
also
be
seen
in
the
drawing-room
of
the
Casa
Gould
.
He
sat
with
modest
assurance
at
some
distance
from
the
tea-table
.
With
his
knees
close
together
,
and
a
kindly
twinkle
of
drollery
in
his
deep-set
eyes
,
he
would
throw
his
small
and
ironic
pleasantries
into
the
current
of
conversation
.
There
was
in
that
man
a
sort
of
sane
,
humorous
shrewdness
,
and
a
vein
of
genuine
humanity
so
often
found
in
simple
old
soldiers
of
proved
courage
who
have
seen
much
desperate
service
.
Of
course
he
knew
nothing
whatever
of
mining
,
but
his
employment
was
of
a
special
kind
.
He
was
in
charge
of
the
whole
population
in
the
territory
of
the
mine
,
which
extended
from
the
head
of
the
gorge
to
where
the
cart
track
from
the
foot
of
the
mountain
enters
the
plain
,
crossing
a
stream
over
a
little
wooden
bridge
painted
green
--
green
,
the
colour
of
hope
,
being
also
the
colour
of
the
mine
.
It
was
reported
in
Sulaco
that
up
there
"
at
the
mountain
"
Don
Pepe
walked
about
precipitous
paths
,
girt
with
a
great
sword
and
in
a
shabby
uniform
with
tarnished
bullion
epaulettes
of
a
senior
major
.
Most
miners
being
Indians
,
with
big
wild
eyes
,
addressed
him
as
Taita
(
father
)
,
as
these
barefooted
people
of
Costaguana
will
address
anybody
who
wears
shoes
;
but
it
was
Basilio
,
Mr.
Gould
's
own
mozo
and
the
head
servant
of
the
Casa
,
who
,
in
all
good
faith
and
from
a
sense
of
propriety
,
announced
him
once
in
the
solemn
words
,
"
El
Senor
Gobernador
has
arrived
.
"
Don
Jose
Avellanos
,
then
in
the
drawing-room
,
was
delighted
beyond
measure
at
the
aptness
of
the
title
,
with
which
he
greeted
the
old
major
banteringly
as
soon
as
the
latter
's
soldierly
figure
appeared
in
the
doorway
.
Don
Pepe
only
smiled
in
his
long
moustaches
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
"
You
might
have
found
a
worse
name
for
an
old
soldier
.
"
And
El
Senor
Gobernador
he
had
remained
,
with
his
small
jokes
upon
his
function
and
upon
his
domain
,
where
he
affirmed
with
humorous
exaggeration
to
Mrs.
Gould
--
"
No
two
stones
could
come
together
anywhere
without
the
Gobernador
hearing
the
click
,
senora
.
"
And
he
would
tap
his
ear
with
the
tip
of
his
forefinger
knowingly
.
Even
when
the
number
of
the
miners
alone
rose
to
over
six
hundred
he
seemed
to
know
each
of
them
individually
,
all
the
innumerable
Joses
,
Manuels
,
Ignacios
,
from
the
villages
primero
--
segundo
--
or
tercero
(
there
were
three
mining
villages
)
under
his
government
.
He
could
distinguish
them
not
only
by
their
flat
,
joyless
faces
,
which
to
Mrs.
Gould
looked
all
alike
,
as
if
run
into
the
same
ancestral
mould
of
suffering
and
patience
,
but
apparently
also
by
the
infinitely
graduated
shades
of
reddish-brown
,
of
blackish-brown
,
of
coppery-brown
backs
,
as
the
two
shifts
,
stripped
to
linen
drawers
and
leather
skull-caps
,
mingled
together
with
a
confusion
of
naked
limbs
,
of
shouldered
picks
,
swinging
lamps
,
in
a
great
shuffle
of
sandalled
feet
on
the
open
plateau
before
the
entrance
of
the
main
tunnel
.
It
was
a
time
of
pause
.
The
Indian
boys
leaned
idly
against
the
long
line
of
little
cradle
wagons
standing
empty
;
the
screeners
and
ore-breakers
squatted
on
their
heels
smoking
long
cigars
;
the
great
wooden
shoots
slanting
over
the
edge
of
the
tunnel
plateau
were
silent
;
and
only
the
ceaseless
,
violent
rush
of
water
in
the
open
flumes
could
be
heard
,
murmuring
fiercely
,
with
the
splash
and
rumble
of
revolving
turbine-wheels
,
and
the
thudding
march
of
the
stamps
pounding
to
powder
the
treasure
rock
on
the
plateau
below
.
The
heads
of
gangs
,
distinguished
by
brass
medals
hanging
on
their
bare
breasts
,
marshalled
their
squads
;
and
at
last
the
mountain
would
swallow
one-half
of
the
silent
crowd
,
while
the
other
half
would
move
off
in
long
files
down
the
zigzag
paths
leading
to
the
bottom
of
the
gorge
.
It
was
deep
;
and
,
far
below
,
a
thread
of
vegetation
winding
between
the
blazing
rock
faces
resembled
a
slender
green
cord
,
in
which
three
lumpy
knots
of
banana
patches
,
palm-leaf
roots
,
and
shady
trees
marked
the
Village
One
,
Village
Two
,
Village
Three
,
housing
the
miners
of
the
Gould
Concession
.
