'Nei! nei!'
Esmeralda shortly afterwards appeared in her blue dress and silver
buttons. Then we all seated ourselves on a mossy bank, on the side of
the terrace, with a charming view across the valley of the Logan. At
eight o'clock the music commenced. The sun shone beautifully, and the
mosquitoes and midges bit right and left with hungry determination. We
sat in a line on the soft mossy turf of the grassy slope, sheltered by
foliage. Esmeralda and Noah with their tambourines, myself with the
castanets, and Zachariah with his violin. Some peasant women and girls
came up after we had played a short time. It was a curious scene. Our
tents were pleasantly situated on an open patch of green sward,
surrounded by border thickets, near the sunny bank and the small flat
terrace. The rising hills and rugged ravines on the other side of the
valley all gave a singular and romantic beauty to the lovely view.
Although our Gipsies played with much spirit until nine o'clock, none of
the peasants would dance. At nine o'clock our music ceased, and we all
retired to our tents with the intention of going to bed. When we were
going into our tents, a peasant and several others with him, who had just
arrived, asked us to play again. At length, observing several peasant
girls were much disappointed, we decided to play once more. It was past
nine o'clock when we again took up our position on the mossy bank; so we
danced, and the peasant girls, until nearly ten o'clock. Once we nearly
whirled ourself and Esmeralda over the slope into the road below.
Esmeralda's dark eyes flashed fire and sparkled with merriment and
witchery."

"The bacon and fish at dinner were excellent; we hardly knew which was
best. A peasant boy brought us a bundle of sticks for our fire. The sun
became exceedingly hot. Esmeralda and myself went and sat in some shade
near our tents." "Noah stood in the shade blacking his boots, and
observed to Esmeralda, 'I shall not help my wife as Mr. Petalengro does
you.' 'Well,' said Esmeralda, 'what is a wife for?' 'For!' retorted
Noah, sharply, giving his boot an extra brush, 'why, to wait upon her
husband.' 'And what,' said Esmeralda, 'is a husband for?' 'What's a
husband for!' exclaimed Noah, with a look of profound pity for his
sister's ignorance, 'why, to eat and drink, and look on.'" Mr.
Petalengro goes on to say: "It would seem to us that the more rude energy
a man has in his composition the more a woman w