Julian Hawthorne

Julian Hawthorne

Summary

Portrait of Julian Hawthorne Julian Hawthorne The Men of the Dark (1906)

As we talked the humming-birds came back to the trumpet-flowers for their evening repast, and methought how much more agreeable are they than devil-birds; how much more pleasant are trees and flowers than veta madres, and the living vault of heaven than domes of rigid rock, however bespangled with precious crystals—nay, how much sweeter and lovelier was Yotalu than the grisly Men of the Dark! And yet Yotalu was no beauty. Meanwhile the mule, stabled between two of the great flanges of the fig-tree, munched his provender, stamped his neat hoofs and wagged his slender ears in peace.
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Portrait of Julian Hawthorne Julian Hawthorne The Men of the Dark (1906)

The road led down deep quebradas, or ravines, and the scene was sterile, naked, and sublime. Amid the prevailing masses of gray granite and black basalt I noticed a good deal of quartz and limestone, in some places showing the porous formation with which I was familiar in the West Indies. Yotalu went ahead, leading the mule, and I came after, rejoicing and expanding in the vastness and wildness of the surroundings. I was exhilarated by the thought that for more than half a year I should not look upon the face of a civilized man.
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Portrait of Julian Hawthorne Julian Hawthorne The Men of the Dark (1906)

At noon we stopped for dinner on a shelf of rock overhanging an almost vertical gorge, at the bottom of which a torrent rolled in music. We had brought from La Paz enough fresh provisions to last two days and a quantity of concentrated food in tins. There was no timber at this altitude for a fire, but Yotalu had gathered some jarilla scrub here and there, and as he squatted at his cooking I climbed to the top of a pinnacle of rock hard by, which hung on the side of the precipice like a turret on a medieval castle.
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