the zincali- 第31部分

king　has　destroyed　the　law　of　the　Gypsies）；　we　are　no　longer　the　



people　we　were　once；　when　we　lived　amongst　the　sierras　and　deserts；　



and　kept　aloof　from　the　Busne；　we　have　lived　amongst　the　Busne　till　



we　are　become　almost　like　them；　and　we　are　no　longer　united；　ready　



to　assist　each　other　at　all　times　and　seasons；　and　very　frequently　



the　Gitano　is　the　worst　enemy　of　his　brother。'







MYSELF。　…　'The　Gitanos；　then；　no　longer　wander　about；　but　have　



fixed　residences　in　the　towns　and　villages？'







FIRST　GYPSY。　…　'In　the　summer　time　a　few　of　us　assemble　together；　



and　live　about　amongst　the　plains　and　hills；　and　by　doing　so　we　



frequently　contrive　to　pick　up　a　horse　or　a　mule　for　nothing；　and　



sometimes　we　knock　down　a　Busne；　and　strip　him；　but　it　is　seldom　we　



venture　so　far。　　We　are　much　looked　after　by　the　Busne；　who　hold　us　



in　great　dread；　and　abhor　us。　　Sometimes；　when　wandering　about；　we　



are　attacked　by　the　labourers；　and　then　we　defend　ourselves　as　well　



as　we　can。　　There　is　no　better　weapon　in　the　hands　of　a　Gitano　than　



his　〃cachas；〃　or　shears；　with　which　he　trims　the　mules。　　I　once　



snipped　off　the　nose　of　a　Busne；　and　opened　the　greater　part　of　his　



cheek　in　an　affray　up　the　country　near　Trujillo。'







MYSELF。　…　'Have　you　travelled　much　about　Spain？'







FIRST　GYPSY。　…　'Very　little；　I　have　never　been　out　of　this　province　



of　Estremadura；　except　last　year；　as　I　told　you；　into　Portugal。　　



When　we　wander　we　do　not　go　far；　and　it　is　very　rare　that　we　are　



visited　by　our　brethren　of　other　parts。　　I　have　never　been　in　



Andalusia；　but　I　have　heard　say　that　the　Gitanos　are　many　in　



Andalusia；　and　are　more　wealthy　than　those　here；　and　that　they　



follow　better　the　Gypsy　law。'







MYSELF。　…　'What　do　you　mean　by　the　Gypsy　law？'







FIRST　GYPSY。　…　'Wherefore　do　you　ask；　brother？　　You　know　what　is　



meant　by　the　law　of　the　Cales　better　even　than　ourselves。'







MYSELF。　…　'I　know　what　it　is　in　England　and　in　Hungary；　but　I　can　



only　give　a　guess　as　to　what　it　is　in　Spain。'







BOTH　GYPSIES。　…　'What　do　you　consider　it　to　be　in　Spain？'







MYSELF。　…　'Cheating　and　choring　the　Busne　on　all　occasions；　and　



being　true　to　the　errate　in　life　and　in　death。'







At　these　words　both　the　Gitanos　sprang　simultaneously　from　their　



seats；　and　exclaimed　with　a　boisterous　shout　…　'Chachipe。'







This　meeting　with　the　Gitanos　was　the　occasion　of　my　remaining　at　



Badajoz　a　much　longer　time　than　I　originally　intended。　　I　wished　to　



become　better　acquainted　with　their　condition　and　manners；　and　



above　all　to　speak　to　them　of　Christ　and　His　Word；　for　I　was　



convinced；　that　should　I　travel　to　the　end　of　the　universe；　I　



should　meet　with　no　people　more　in　need　of　a　little　Christian　



exhortation；　and　I　accordingly　continued　at　Badajoz　for　nearly　



three　weeks。







During　this　time　I　was　almost　constantly　amongst　them；　and　as　I　



spoke　their　language；　and　was　considered　by　them　as　one　of　



themselves；　I　had　better　opportunity　of　arriving　at　a　fair　



conclusion　respecting　their　character　than　any　other　person　could　



have　had；　whether　Spanish　or　foreigner；　without　such　an　advantage。　　



I　found　that　their　ways　and　pursuits　were　in　almost　every　respect　



similar　to　those　of　their　brethren　in　other　countries。　　By　cheating　



and　swindling　they　gained　their　daily　bread；　the　men　principally　by　



the　arts　of　the　jockey；　…　by　buying；　selling；　and　exchanging　



animals；　at　which　they　are　wonderfully　expert；　and　the　women　by　



telling　fortunes；　selling　goods　smuggled　from　Portugal；　and　dealing　



in　love…draughts　and　diablerie。　　The　most　innocent　occupation　which　



I　observed　amongst　them　was　trimming　and　shearing　horses　and　mules；　



which　in　their　language　is　called　'monrabar；'　and　in　Spanish　



'esquilar'；　and　even　whilst　exercising　this　art；　they　not　



unfrequently　have　recourse　to　foul　play；　doing　the　animal　some　



covert　injury；　in　hope　that　the　proprietor　will　dispose　of　it　to　



themselves　at　an　inconsiderable　price；　in　which　event　they　soon　



restore　it　to　health；　for　knowing　how　to　inflict　the　harm；　they　



know　likewise　how　to　remove　it。







Religion　they　have　none；　they　never　attend　mass；　nor　did　I　ever　



hear　them　employ　the　names　of　God；　Christ；　and　the　Virgin；　but　in　



execration　and　blasphemy。　　From　what　I　could　learn；　it　appeared　



that　their　fathers　had　entertained　some　belief　in　metempsychosis；　



but　they　themselves　laughed　at　the　idea；　and　were　of　opinion　that　



the　soul　perished　when　the　body　ceased　to　breathe；　and　the　argument　



which　they　used　was　rational　enough；　so　far　as　it　impugned　



metempsychosis：　　'We　have　been　wicked　and　miserable　enough　in　this　



life；'　they　said；　'why　should　we　live　again？'







I　translated　certain　portions　of　Scripture　into　their　dialect；　



which　I　frequently　read　to　them；　especially　the　parable　of　Lazarus　



and　the　Prodigal　Son；　and　told　them　that　the　latter　had　been　as　



wicked　as　themselves；　and　both　had　suffered　as　much　or　more；　but　



that　the　sufferings　of　the　former；　who　always　looked　forward　to　a　



blessed　resurrection；　were　recompensed　by　admission；　in　the　life　to　



come；　to　the　society　of　Abraham　and　the　Prophets；　and　that　the　



latter；　when　he　repented　of　his　sins；　was　forgiven；　and　received　



into　as　much　favour　as　the　just　son。







They　listened　with　admiration；　but；　alas！　not　of　the　truths；　the　



eternal　truths；　I　was　telling　them；　but　to　find　that　their　broken　



jargon　could　be　written　and　read。　　The　only　words　denoting　anything　



like　assent　to　my　doctrine　which　I　ever　obtained；　were　the　



following　from　the　mouth　of　a　woman：　　'Brother；　you　tell　us　strange　



things；　though　perhaps　you　do　not　lie；　a　month　since　I　would　sooner　



have　believed　these　tales；　than　that　this　day　I　should　see　one　who　



could　write　Rommany。'







Two　or　three　days　after　my　arrival；　I　was　again　visited　by　the　



Gypsy　of　the　withered　arm；　who　I　found　was　generally　termed　Paco；　



which　is　the　diminutive　of　Francisco；　he　was　accompanied　by　his　



wife；　a　rather　good…looking　young　woman　with　sharp　intelligent　



features；　and　who　appeared　in　every　respect　to　be　what　her　husband　



had　represented　her　on　the　former　visit。　　She　was　very　poorly　clad；　



and　notwithstanding　the　extreme　sharpness　of　the　weather；　carried　



no　mantle　to　protect　herself　from　its　inclemency；　…　her　raven　black　



hair　depended　behind　as　far　down　as　her　hips。　　Another　Gypsy　came　



with　them；　but　not　the　old　fellow　whom　I　had　before　seen。　　This　was　



a　man　about　forty…five；　dressed　in　a　zamarra　of　sheep…skin；　with　a　



high…crowned　Andalusian　hat；　his　complexion　was　dark　as　pepper；　and　



his　eyes　were　full　of　sullen　fire。　　In　his　appearance　he　exhibited　



a　goodly　compound　of　Gypsy　and　bandit。







PACO。　…　'Laches　chibeses　te　dinele　Undebel　（May　God　grant　you　good　



days；　brother）。　　This　is　my　wife；　and　this　is　my　wife's　father。'







MYSELF。　…　'I　am　glad　to　see　them。　　What　are　their　names？'







PACO。　…　'Maria　and　Antonio；　their　other　name　is　Lopez。'







MYSELF。　…　'Have　they　no　Gypsy　names？'







PACO。　…　'They　have　no　other　names　than　these。'







MYSELF。　…　'Then　in　this　respect　the　Gitanos　of　Spain　are　unlike　



those　of　my　country。　　Every　family　there　has　two　names；　one　by　



which　they　are　known　to　the　Busne；　and　another　which　they　use　



amongst　themselves。'







ANTONIO。　…　'Give　me　your　hand；　brother！　　I　should　have　come　to　see　



you　before；　but　I　have　been　to　Olivenzas　in　search　of　a　horse。　　



What　I　have　heard　of　you　has　filled　me　with　much　desire　to　know　



you；　and　I　now　see　that　you　can　tell　me　many　things　which　I　am　



ignorant　of。　　I　am　Zincalo　by　the　four　sides　…　I　love　our　blood；　



and　I　hate　that　of　the　Busne。　　Had　I　my　will　I　would　wash　my　face　



every　day　in　the　blood　of　the　Busne；　for　the　Busne　are　made　only　to　



be　robbed　and　to　be　slaughtered；　but　I　love　the　Calore；　and　I　love　



to　hear　of　things　of　the　Calore；　especially　from　those　of　foreign　



lands；　for　the　Calore　of　foreign　lands　know　more　than　we　of　Spain；　



and　more　resemble　our　fathers　of　old。'







MYSELF。　…　'Have　you　ever　met　before　with　Calore　who　were　not　



Spaniards？'







ANTONIO。　…　'I　will　tell　you；　brother。　　I　served　as　a　soldier　in　the　



war　of　the　independence　against　the　French。　　War；　it　is　true；　is　



not　the　proper　occupation　of　a　Gitano；　but　those　were　strange　



times；　and　all　those　who　could　bear　arms　were　compelled　to　go　forth　



to　fight：　　so　I　went　with　the　English　armies；　and　we　chased　the　



Gabine　unto　the　frontier　of　France；　and　it　happened　once　that　we　



joined　in　desperate　battle；　and　there　was　a　confusion；　and　the　two　



parties　became　intermingled　and　fought　sword　to　sword　and　bayonet　



to　bayonet；　and　a　French　soldier　singled　me　out；　and　we　fought　for　



a　long　time；　cutting；　goring；　and　cursing　each　other；　till　at　last　



we　flung　down　our　arms　and　grappled；　long　we　wrestled；　body　to　



body；　but　I　found　that　I　was　the　weaker；　and　I　fell。　　The　French　



soldier's　knee　was　on　my　breast；　and　his　grasp　was　on　my　throat；　



and　he　seized　his　bayonet；　and　he　raised　it　to　thrust　me　through　



the　jaws；　and　his　cap　had　fallen　off；　and　I　lifted　up　my　eyes　



wildly　to　his　face；　and　our　eyes　met；　and　I　gave　a　loud　shriek；　and　



cried　Zincalo；　Zincalo！　and　I　felt　him　shudder；　and　he　relaxed　his　



grasp　and　started　up；　and　he　smote　his　forehead　and　wept；　and　then　



he　came　to　me　and　knelt　down　by　my　side；　for　I　was　almost　dead；　and　



he　took　my　hand　and　called　me　Brother　and　Zincalo；　and　he　produced　



his　flask　and　poured　wine　into　my　mouth；　and　I　revived；　and　he　



raised　me　up；　and　led　me　from　the　concourse；　and　we　sat　down　on　a　



knoll；　and　the　two　parties　were　fighting　all　around；　and　he　said；　



〃Let　the　dogs　fight