e standing, at the foot of wild rocks and
the ruins of an old Roman watchtower, was a curious basin cut in the
solid rock, its sides lined with large blocks, and its circular form
preserved entire; its depth was from five to seven feet, and its bottom
was like the sides, paved with smooth blocks. It was popularly said to
have been anciently a cistern, a fish-tank, etc., but nothing was known
definitely as to its original purpose; it now served for the circus,
where the Small-Hog Game was annually indulged in.

About twenty-two o'clock, (that is, six in the afternoon,) the audience
and spectators--for it was an audible as well as visible
entertainment--being assembled and desirous for the performance to
commence, whistled and shouted slightly, but not indecorously; for the
grand army of the town--seven gendarmes--were around. Our three artists
mounted up the rocks overhanging the cistern, and looked down on the
heads of the people. They saw a thousand or two female heads, mostly
with light hair, all pulled directly back from the forehead, twisted
into a knot behind, and tied with a piece of string, while a silver
bodkin a foot in length, run in sideways, held it tight. The heads of
these silver hair-pins indicated the married or unmarried state of the
wearers; the former were fashioned as acorns or flower-buds, while the
latter were full-blown flowers with expanded petals. The faces of these
women were tanned, but ruddy health was there and robust forms; and you
saw among them all a very happy, contented, ignorant look, showing a
satisfied condition of heart, without endless longings for the
unattainable and dim--they always had 'the dim' about them in the shape
of the one-horse lamps of the country, a saucer of oil with a piece of
twine hanging over the edge for a wick. By the way, the Acadiens on
Bayou La Fourche in Louisiana have the same 'lampion' light!

The dress of these women was plain, but strong and serviceable. White
shirts in full folds covered neck and bosom, the sleeves hanging from
the shoulder in large folds, a boddice of dark blue cloth was laced
tightly around their waists, while skirts, generally of dark blue cloth,
hung in heavy lines to their ankles.

The men, assembled there to the number of about two thousand, were
accoutred in blue cloth jackets, (which rarely have the owners' arms in
the sleeve, but are worn as cloaks,) red waistcoats of startlingly
crimson color, and blue small clothes, while