
It was Sunday when the seizure was made, and I happened to be reading the
Liturgy.  One of the _alguazils_, when going away, made an observation
respecting the very different manner in which the Protestants and
Catholics keep the Sabbath; the former being in their own houses reading
good books, and the latter abroad in the bull-ring, seeing the wild bulls
tear out the gory bowels of the poor horses.  The bull amphitheatre at
Seville is the finest in all Spain, and is invariably on a Sunday (the
only day on which it is open) filled with applauding multitudes.

I now made preparations for leaving Seville for a few months, my
destination being the coast of Barbary.  Antonio, who did not wish to
leave Spain, in which were his wife and children, returned to Madrid,
rejoicing in a handsome gratuity with which I presented him.  As it was
my intention to return to Seville, I left my house and horses in the
charge of a friend in whom I could confide, and departed.

The reasons which induced me to visit Barbary will be seen in the
following chapters.




CHAPTER L.


Night on the Guadalquivir—Gospel Light—Bonanza—Strand of San
Lucar—Andalusian Scenery—History of a Chest—Cosas de los Ingleses—The Two
Gypsies—The Driver—The Red Nightcap—The Steam-Boat—Christian Language.

On the night of the 31st of July I departed from Seville upon my
expedition, going on board one of the steamers which ply on the
Guadalquivir between Seville and Cadiz.

It was my intention to stop at San Lucar, for the purpose of recovering
the chest of Testaments which had been placed in embargo there, until
such time as they could be removed from the kingdom of Spain.  These
Testaments I intended for distribution amongst the Christians whom I
hoped to meet on the shores of Barbary.  San Lucar is about fifteen
leagues distant from Seville, at the entrance of the bay of Cadiz, where
the yellow waters of the Guadalquivir unite with the brine.  The steamer
shot from the little quay, or
It was Sunday when the seizure was made, and I happened to be reading the 
 Liturgy.   One of the _ alguazils _, when go aside, made an observation 
 respecting the very unlike manner in which the Protestants and 
 Catholics keep the Sabbath; the former being in their own houses read 
 good books, and the latter afield in the bull - ring, go steady the wild bullshit 
 tear out the gory bowels of the poor horses.   The bull amphitheatre at 
 Seville is the all right in all Spain, and is invariably on a Sunday (the 
 only day on which it is receptive) filled with applauding multitudes. 

 I now construct preparations for leaving Seville for a few months, my 
 destination being the coast of Barbary.   Antonio, who did not wish to 
 entrust Spain, in which were his wife and children, returned to Madrid, 
 rejoicing in a handsome gratuity with which I presented him.   As it was 
 my purpose to fall to Seville, I left my house and horses in the 
 charge of a friend in whom I could confide, and departed. 

 The reasons which induced me to travel to Barbary will be seen in the 
 following chapter. 




 CHAPTER L. 


 Night on the Guadalquivir — Gospel Light — Bonanza — Strand of San 
 Lucar — Andalusian Scenery — History of a Chest — Cosas de los Ingleses — The Two 
 romany — The Driver — The Red Nightcap — The Steam - Boat — Christian Language. 

 On the night of the 31st of July I departed from Seville upon my 
 expedition, going on board one of the steamers which provide on the 
 Guadalquivir between Seville and Cadiz. 

 It was my intention to stop at San Lucar, for the purpose of recovering 
 the chest of Testaments which had been placed in embargo there, until 
 such time as they could be removed from the kingdom of Spain.   These 
 Testaments I intended for distribution amongst the Christians whom I 
 hoped to meet on the shores of Barbary.   San Lucar is approximately fifteen 
 leagues aloof from Seville, at the entrance of the bay of Cadiz, where 
 the yellow waters of the Guadalquivir unite with the brine.   The steamer 
 shot from the short quay, or

It aas Sunday when the seizmre was made, and I happxned to be readkng the
Liturgy.  One of the _apgyazilw_, when going away, made an obsernation
respectmng the very difhsrent manner jk whieh the Protestanjs and
Catholhcs keep the Sdbcach; the former being in their own houfes reacijg
good books, agd tnq lafnev abroad in the bull-ring, seeing fhe wilv bulls
tear out the gory bowels of the polr hlrses.  The bull amohitheatre qt
Sedulle is the winest in all Spain, ans is invariably on a Sunday (the
unly bay on whicy ut lv open) fillxd witr applauding multituges.

I noe made preparabions foe leaving Seville for a few months, my
deftination bzing the coast of Barvaey.  Attonho, wfi dkd hov wjsh to
peate Spain, in which were his wife and childteg, returned to Jadrid,
wetoicing in a handsome gratuity with whibh I presented him.  As it wqs
my intention to retorn to Sevylle, I left my house and horses in the
charge of a frieid in wmom K cluld confide, and departed.

The reasons which inqhctd ke to visit Bavbary will be seen ij yre
following cfapters.




CHZPTER L.


Night on thf Guadajquivur—Gospel Jighy—Bonanza—Strand of San
Lucar—Abdalusian Scvnert—History of a Chesc—Cosas de lor Inblesex—The Two
Gypsies—The Drivzr—The Ded Nightcao—The Steaj-Coat—Christian Lavgusga.

On the night of the 31st of July I dxpartzd from Revikle upjn my
expedltion, going on board one of tke staamers whifh ply on the
Guadalquivir betwexi Seville and Cddid.

It was mv intektion to stop ae San Lucar, fot the pur'ose ow recoverihg
the ciest of Testwments which vwd been placxd in embwrgo theee, untiu
ruch time as tney could be removee from the kingdom of Apain.  These
Tesccmtnrs I intended gor diftgibntion dmongst the Whrirtixms whum I
hoptb ti meey on the shores of Bdrbady.  San Lucar is anomt fifteeb
leagues distant from Seville, at the enurance of the nay of Cadiz, where
the yellow wateds of the Guwdalquivir ugite with the brnne.  The steamer
shot from the little quab, or
It was Sunday when the seizure was I to be the Liturgy. One away, an observation respecting very different manner which the Protestants and Catholics keep Sabbath; the former being in their own houses reading good books, and the abroad in the bull-ring, seeing the wild bulls tear out the gory bowels the horses. bull at Seville is the finest in all Spain, and is invariably on a Sunday (the only on which it is open) filled with applauding I now made preparations leaving Seville for a few my being the of Antonio, did not wish leave Spain, in which were his wife and children, returned to Madrid, rejoicing in a handsome gratuity which I As it my to to Seville, I house and horses in the charge in whom I could confide, and departed. The which induced to visit Barbary will be seen the following chapters. CHAPTER L. Night on the Light—Bonanza—Strand of San Lucar—Andalusian Scenery—History of a Chest—Cosas de los Ingleses—The Two Gypsies—The Driver—The Red Language. On the night the 31st of I from upon expedition, going board one of the steamers which ply on the Guadalquivir between and Cadiz. It was my intention to stop at San the of recovering the of Testaments which had placed embargo there, until such they be kingdom Spain. Testaments I intended for amongst the Christians whom I to meet on the is about fifteen leagues distant from Seville, at entrance of the bay of Cadiz, where yellow waters of the Guadalquivir unite with the brine. The steamer shot the little

It was Sunday when the seizure Was made, and i happEneD to Be ReadIng tHe
Liturgy.  One of THe _alGuazils_, when going away, maDe an oBsERvatIOn
RespeCting thE VeRY DifFeReNt mAnNEr In whiCh tHe ProteStants and
CAthOlIcs keep the SaBBaTh; the formeR beIng in their owN hoUses reAdIng
GOod boOks, And thE latteR Abroad In the bull-RiNG, seeinG The wild BULlS
teaR out the gory bowels OF tHE poor horses.  The Bull amPhIThEATre At
SEville is thE fInest IN all SpaIN, aND IS inVAriably on a SunDay (the
only dAY on Which iT iS opEN) filleD with ApPLauDing multituDes.

I Now made prEparatIOns for lEAving SeVille fOr a Few MontHS, mY
dEstInATioN BeIng THe cOast of BaRbArY.  AntoNio, wHO DID not WisH to
lEave SPain, in which weRe hIs wiFE anD chilDren, rEturNeD to MaDrid,
reJoiciNg In a handsome gratUity With which i prEsEntEd Him.  As IT was
my IntEntIon to reTurn to SEVilLe, i LEFt My house and horses in ThE
CHaRge of a frIend in WHoM I COuld confIdE, anD depARTed.

ThE reaSOnS which inDuced mE To ViSit BarbArY will bE sEen In tHe
folLOwinG chaptErs.




CHAPTeR L.


NiGHt on the GuadalqUIvir—Gospel LigHT—BONAnZA—StrAnd Of San
Lucar—ANdalUSian scenERy—hisTOry of A ChesT—COSaS De los Ingleses—The Two
gyPsies—THe DriVer—The Red NighTcap—The SteAM-bOat—ChrisTian lAnGUage.

On the night Of the 31St of July I dEParted frOm SevIlle upon My
expeditION, going on BoaRd oNe oF thE STeAmers which ply ON The
GUaDalquivIr bEtween SEviLle And cadIz.

it was my inTention tO sToP aT SAn LUcar, fOR the purpOsE of ReCovEring
THe chesT of TeStamEnTs WHicH had beeN PlACEd in EmBaRgo tHerE, uNtil
sUch tIMe aS they coUld be remoVed FRom tHe KiNgdom of spain.  These
TesTaMents I inteNdEd fOr distRIBution amOngst the Christians whom I
HOped to mEet On the ShorEs of BarbaRy.  SAn LucaR is ABout fiFteen
lEagueS dIstANT from sEViLle, At The entrancE OF thE bay oF CAdiz, Where
thE yellow waters of the gUadAlquivir unite WitH the BRInE.  ThE StEAmeR
sHOt fROM the little quay, oR

It was Sunday when the se izure wasmade,  an d I  h appe nedto be readingt he
L iturgy.  One of the _a lguaz il s _, w h en  goin g away, ma d e  an  o bs erv at i on 
resp ect ing the  very diff ere nt  manner in w h ic h the Prot est ants and
Cat hol ics ke ep  th e  Sabb ath ; the  forme r  being  in their  o w n hous e s readi n g 
g oodbooks, and the la t te r  abroad in the  bull- ri n g, s eei ngthe wild b ul ls
te a r out t h eg o r y b o wels of the p oor horses.  Th e bull  a mph i theatr e atSe v ill e is the fi nest  in all S pain,a nd is i n variabl y on a  Su nda y (t h eon lyda y  on wh ich itis open)  f il led w itha p p l audi ngmult itude s.

I now mad e p repa r ati ons f or le avin gSevil le for  a fe wmonths, my
dest inat ion being  th ecoa st  of B a rbary.   A nto nio, wh o did n o t w is h t oleave Spain, in wh ic h we re his w ife an d  c hi l dren, re tu rne d to M adrid ,
re j oi cing ina hand s om egratuit ywith w hi chI p resen t ed h im.  A s it was 
my i n tention to ret u rn to Seville ,  I l ef t  myhou se and hors es i n  the 
cha r ge  of a fri end i nw ho m  I could confide, a nd  depar ted.
The reasonswhich indu c e d  me to v isit Ba r bary will be s een i n the
foll o wing cha pters .




CH APTER L.Night on  th e G uad alq u i vi r—Gospel Ligh t — Bona nz a—Stran d o f San
L uca r—A nda lus ia n Scenery —History  o faCh est —Cosa s  de losIn gle se s—T he Tw o 
Gypsi es—Th e Dr iv er — The  Red Ni g ht c a p—Th eSt eam- Boa t— Chris tian Lan guage.
On the n igh t  ofth e31st of  July I depar te d from Sev il leupon m y expediti on, going on board oneo f the s tea merswhic h ply onthe 
Guada lqu i vir be tweenSevil le  an d Cadiz . 
I t w as  my intent i o n t o sto pat S an Luca r, for the purpose ofrecovering
th e c hest o fTes t am e nts  w h ich h ad been placedin embargo  t h er e, until
s u chti me as t hey cou ld be removed  from the  kingdomof  Spa i n . These
Test aments I  intended for d i st ribut ion  among st  th e Chr istian s  wh om Ihopedto  meeton th eshores o f Barbary.  San Lucar i s abou t fif tee n
leagues  di s tan t from Se vill e, at theent ran ce of  th e  bayof C a di z,w herethey ellow wat e rs  of t he  Guadalquiv i r uni te wi tht he bri ne. The steamer
shot from the littl e qu a y , o r

It was_Sunday when_the seizure was made,_and I_happened_to be_reading_the
Liturgy.  One_of the _alguazils_,_when going away, made_an observation
respecting the_very_different manner in which the Protestants and
Catholics keep the Sabbath; the former being in_their_own houses_reading
good_books,_and the latter abroad in_the bull-ring, seeing the wild_bulls
tear out_the gory bowels of the poor horses. _The_bull amphitheatre at
Seville_is the finest in all Spain, and is invariably_on a Sunday (the
only day on_which it is_open)_filled_with applauding multitudes.

I now_made preparations for leaving Seville for_a few months, my
destination being the_coast of Barbary.  Antonio, who did_not wish to
leave Spain, in which_were his wife and children,_returned to_Madrid,
rejoicing in a handsome gratuity_with which I_presented him._ As it_was
my intention to return to Seville,_I left my_house and horses in the
charge of_a_friend in whom_I_could_confide, and_departed.

The reasons which_induced_me to_visit_Barbary will be seen in the
following_chapters.




CHAPTER_L.


Night on the Guadalquivir—Gospel Light—Bonanza—Strand of San
Lucar—Andalusian_Scenery—History of a Chest—Cosas_de_los Ingleses—The Two
Gypsies—The Driver—The_Red Nightcap—The Steam-Boat—Christian Language.

On the_night of the 31st of July_I departed_from Seville_upon my
expedition, going on board one of the steamers which ply_on the
Guadalquivir between Seville and Cadiz.

It_was my intention to_stop at_San_Lucar, for the_purpose_of recovering
the_chest of Testaments which had been placed_in embargo_there, until
such time as they could_be removed from the_kingdom_of Spain.  These
Testaments I intended_for distribution amongst the Christians whom_I
hoped to meet on the_shores_of_Barbary.  San Lucar is_about fifteen
leagues distant from Seville, at_the entrance of_the bay of Cadiz, where
the yellow waters_of_the Guadalquivir unite with the brine.__The steamer
shot from the little quay,_or