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CHAPTER VIII 56
a heavy cart drawn by a slow and indifferent carabao would appear on the dusty road over which beat the
brilliant sunlight of the tropics. The mournful and monotonous song of the driver mounted on the back of the
carabao would be mingled at one time with the screechings of a dry wheel on the huge axle of the heavy
vehicle or at another time with the dull scraping of worn-out runners on a sledge which was dragged heavily
through the dust, and over the ruts in the road. In the fields and wide meadows the herds were grazing,
attended ever by the white buffalo-birds which roosted peacefully on the backs of the animals while these
chewed their cuds or browsed in lazy contentment upon the rich grass. In the distance ponies frisked, jumping
and running about, pursued by the lively colts with long tails and abundant manes who whinnied and pawed
the ground with their hard hoofs.
Let us leave the youth dreaming or dozing, since neither the sad nor the animated poetry of the open country
held his attention. For him there was no charm in the sun that gleamed upon the tops of the trees and caused
the rustics, with feet burned by the hot ground in spite of their callousness, to hurry along, or that made the
villager pause beneath the shade of an almond tree or a bamboo brake while he pondered upon vague and
inexplicable things. While the youth's carriage sways along like a drunken thing on account of the inequalities
in the surface of the road when passing over a bamboo bridge or going up an incline or descending a steep
slope, let us return to Manila.