The clanking of
the anchor chain was joyful music as it was taken on board and the
Pilgrim under full sail soon glided away on a tack to the eastward. That
night they decided to camp in the mountains, but it proved so chilly
and uncomfortable that when the hour of three boomed out from the clock
below, they decided to move. They carefully descended the mountain
side until they found a road. This they followed until they entered
the town which they passed through without molestation. They took
the road to the south which they thought led to Gibraltar. By daylight
they were well out of Malaga and walking rapidly along. During the day
they met many peasants and exchanged the "buenos dias" and proceeded on
their way undisturbed. That night they came to a monastery, where a
peasant assured them they could find rest and supper. They were
hospitably received in the traveler's quarters. The assistant did
not seem to comprehend the Mexican-Spanish which Paul brokenly spoke. He
finally succeeded in making the monk understand that he could speak
French and that if there was any one around who could understand that
tongue he would be more at home. In response to his request the
assistant disappeared and soon returned with a venerable looking priest
who spoke French fluently.
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