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186 DAYS IN THE SUN
with glasses and pots and the shepherd took a goat by
her hind leg, folded his hands about her udder, and
squeezed out the required quantity of milk. Then the
goat was released until the next customer came on the
scene, and this went on until all the goats had been
emptied. This is the milk supply of Granada—milk
on draught. The system is much better than any sani-
tary inspection of milk anywhere in the world.
I made my way out of the city and crossed the bridge
where the city customs officers stood on guard. All
along the road peasants were halting with their laden
donkeys, waiting for the officers to attend to them; one
farthing for an egg, one shilling for a turkey. The
officials walked around with smooth steel spears in
their hands, jabbing into the donkeys’ burdens, and
smelling them to determine whether there was any
contraband. The peasants were in their national cos-
tume; short jackets, knee-breeches with red sashes;
white woolen stockings and laced sandals.
And there lies the Vega before me in the trans-
parent morning air!
The mountain slopes were white and red with blos-
soming fruit trees. But down where the gardens were
suspended like terraces one above the other, blossom-
time was already past. We were in the middle of
March. The fruit trees were quite green and the
grape vines twined upward about their stakes, sprout-
ing green antennz into the air and holding out tender
pale leaves in the sunlight like children’s little hands
spread out in the rain. Even the old elms in Alham-
bra’s grove were seriously engaged in putting forth
blossoms. At their feet the celestial blue China aster
of the borago peered forth, and the “Tear of the
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