Identifier: ramblesinsunnysp00ober (find matches)
Title: Rambles in sunny Spain
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Ober, Frederick A(lbion), 1849- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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a silver-hairedgentleman stepped in front of us and ordered a ticketfor Madrid. Then he turned and confronted us with a cheery smile;for it was none other than our new and valued friend the Judge.11 Goino- to Madrid ? we both asked him at once. Yes ; at all events, as far as San Sebastian. Then we can go together ? Of course. Im going along to look after you, — that is, withyour consent. Having been in Spain years ago, I think I can be of service to you. We were overjoyed, and full half the terrors of the journey vanishedat once before the cheery countenance of the Judge. Our luggagewas duly registered, our numerous valises, grips, etc., stowed awayin the racks, and after the guard had closed the door we found wewere locked in for the night; in fact, we were only let out at day-light next morning, when the train halted for a rest of less than five minutes. The entrance into Spain via Bordeaux and Irun is more directthan via Barcelona, being a long nights run, say thirteen to fifteen
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w u w 0 •—p a y. < BEYOND THE PYRENEES. 2g hours, from Paris to the frontier. Just as the landscapes become mostpleasing, as we reach the provinces south of Bordeaux, we are aboutpreparing to leave La Belle France, and at Bayoune our Spanishjourney looms ahead of us. The grand watering-places of the trans-Pyrenean Spaniards is thatdelightful little Biarritz, with its three sandy beaches, its attractivescenery, and delicious climate. All the Madrilenos who dont comeup to San Sebastian for sea air, come to Biarritz. The last town onthe French frontier is Hendaye, on the banks of the Bidassoa, whereall passengers change cars, the French and Spanish railways being ofdifferent gauge. The Spaniards are not in such terror of invasionfrom France as the English ; but they would not let the French engi-neers run an unbroken track from Paris to Madrid, so they astutelystipulated for a broader gauge than in France, and with this conces-sion the Gauls built the road as they liked. In the ri

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