Oliver Optic,
Vine and Olive; Or, Young America in Spain and Portugal
“ The funeral party were singing or chanting, but so irreverently that the whole affair seemed more like a frolic than a funeral.“That is a gay-looking coffin,” said Murray to Mariano Ramos, the best guide and courier in Spain, who had been in the employ of the principal since the squadron arrived at Malaga.“That is all for show,” laughed Mariano. “The men will bring it back with them.”“Don’t they bury the dead man in it?”“No: that would make it too expensive for poor folks. They tumble the dead into a rough box, or bury him without any thing.” ”
