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again, during which I heard a muttered, Cuidado, por Dios, Cuidado, no es del mundo, For God’s sake take care, he’s not of this world — I when within sight of the place, was just in time to see Bruin dodge off the rock and shuffle along the path. Bang, bang I cracked at him, which elicited a sharp growl, but only made him quicken his pace, and scrambling down the face of the precipice I saw him cross the torrent below and disappear among the pines on its banks. | again, during which I heard a muttered, Cuidado, por Dios, Cuidado, no es del mundo, For God’s sake take care, he’s not of this world — I when within sight of the place, was just in time to see Bruin dodge off the rock and shuffle along the path. Bang, bang I cracked at him, which elicited a sharp growl, but only made him quicken his pace, and scrambling down the face of the precipice I saw him cross the torrent below and disappear among the pines on its banks. | ||
It required some tome to | It required some tome to restore Miguel and his comrades, and when I had prevailed upon him again to proceed, we found we were completely hemmed in by the snow, and after surmounting the block where the bear had perched himself, we were quite unable to make out the track any farther. Miguel however declared that we were within a short distance of a hut, which was the residence of a family of those unfortunate outcasts known in the Pyrenees as Cagots. Nor was he wrong, for in a few minutes we heard a shout, and answering it by a lusty holloa, we soon had the satisfaction of seeing a man wading through the snow staff in hand along the track we wished to proceed. | ||
Through Miguel I understood, for the Cagot’s basque was perfectly unintelligible to me, that the hut was within two hundred yards of us, and that we should be obliged to put up there for the night, it being perfectly impossible either to advance or retreat. | Through Miguel I understood, for the Cagot’s basque was perfectly unintelligible to me, that the hut was within two hundred yards of us, and that we should be obliged to put up there for the night, it being perfectly impossible either to advance or retreat. | ||
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Led by our guide, we turned an angle of the rock and came upon a small level plateau where under the shelving rock, which seemed to threaten momentary distruction we dismounted at the door of the Cagot hut. | Led by our guide, we turned an angle of the rock and came upon a small level plateau where under the shelving rock, which seemed to threaten momentary distruction we dismounted at the door of the Cagot hut. | ||
Such a hut. I have lived in the | Such a hut. I have lived in the wigmam of the Indian and the windbreak of the Bozeman of S. Africa. Compared to the miserable abode of these poor creatures, outcasts from the laws, and all society, yet existing in the bounds of a civilized society, they were as splendid palaces. | ||
Formed of the rough logs of the pine, laid one upon the other, their inequalities and interstices admitting everywhere the chilly blasts of the inhospitable region, without windows, low roofed if roof it can be called, and about 30 feet square, this hut formed the residence of a family of 13 individuals. Its floor of damp and [[word]] clay, with here and there holes filled with water, was taken up by hogs and goats and | Formed of the rough logs of the pine, laid one upon the other, their inequalities and interstices admitting everywhere the chilly blasts of the inhospitable region, without windows, low roofed if roof it can be called, and about 30 feet square, this hut formed the residence of a family of 13 individuals. Its floor of damp and [[word]] clay, with here and there holes filled with water, was taken up by hogs and goats and | ||
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again, during which I heard a muttered, Cuidado, por Dios, Cuidado, no es del mundo, For God’s sake take care, he’s not of this world — I when within sight of the place, was just in time to see Bruin dodge off the rock and shuffle along the path. Bang, bang I cracked at him, which elicited a sharp growl, but only made him quicken his pace, and scrambling down the face of the precipice I saw him cross the torrent below and disappear among the pines on its banks.
It required some tome to restore Miguel and his comrades, and when I had prevailed upon him again to proceed, we found we were completely hemmed in by the snow, and after surmounting the block where the bear had perched himself, we were quite unable to make out the track any farther. Miguel however declared that we were within a short distance of a hut, which was the residence of a family of those unfortunate outcasts known in the Pyrenees as Cagots. Nor was he wrong, for in a few minutes we heard a shout, and answering it by a lusty holloa, we soon had the satisfaction of seeing a man wading through the snow staff in hand along the track we wished to proceed.
Through Miguel I understood, for the Cagot’s basque was perfectly unintelligible to me, that the hut was within two hundred yards of us, and that we should be obliged to put up there for the night, it being perfectly impossible either to advance or retreat.
Led by our guide, we turned an angle of the rock and came upon a small level plateau where under the shelving rock, which seemed to threaten momentary distruction we dismounted at the door of the Cagot hut.
Such a hut. I have lived in the wigmam of the Indian and the windbreak of the Bozeman of S. Africa. Compared to the miserable abode of these poor creatures, outcasts from the laws, and all society, yet existing in the bounds of a civilized society, they were as splendid palaces.
Formed of the rough logs of the pine, laid one upon the other, their inequalities and interstices admitting everywhere the chilly blasts of the inhospitable region, without windows, low roofed if roof it can be called, and about 30 feet square, this hut formed the residence of a family of 13 individuals. Its floor of damp and word clay, with here and there holes filled with water, was taken up by hogs and goats and