The Alhambra . Garden at Sez-ille. above Granada, called the mountain of the sun. The eveningwas approaching; the setting sun just gilded the loftiestheights. Here and there a solitar\- shepherd might be de-scried driving his flock down the declivities, to be folded for thenight: or a muleteer and his lagging animals, threading somemountain path to arrive at the city gates before nightfall. Presently the deep tones of the Cathedral bell came swellingup the defiles, proclaiming the hour of oration or note was responded to from the belfry of every church, and 264 THE ALII AM BRA from
The Alhambra . Garden at Sez-ille. above Granada, called the mountain of the sun. The eveningwas approaching; the setting sun just gilded the loftiestheights. Here and there a solitar\- shepherd might be de-scried driving his flock down the declivities, to be folded for thenight: or a muleteer and his lagging animals, threading somemountain path to arrive at the city gates before nightfall. Presently the deep tones of the Cathedral bell came swellingup the defiles, proclaiming the hour of oration or note was responded to from the belfry of every church, and 264 THE ALII AM BRA from the sweet bells of the convents among the shepherd paused on the fold of the hill, the muleteer inthe midst of the road; each took off his hat and remainedmotionless for a time, murmuring his evening prayer. There is :-5SiJ% -s-. ^fV i^> Si/Za del Mora. always something pleasingly solemn in this custom, by which,at a melodious signal, every human being throughout the landunites at the same moment in a tribute of thanks to God forthe mercies of the day. It spreads a transient sanctity over A RAMBLE AMONG THE HILLS 265 tne land, and the sight of the sun sinking in all his glory addsnot a little to the solemnity of the scene. In the present instance the effect was heightened by the wildand lonely nature of the place. We were on the naked andbroken summit of the haunted mountain of the sun, whereruined tanks and cisterns, and the mouldering foundations ofextensive buildings, spoke of former populousness, but whereall was now silent and desolate. As we were wandering about among these traces of old times,we came to a circular pit, penetrating deep into the bosom of themountain ; which Mateo pointed out as one of the wondersand mysteries of the place. I supposed it to be a well dug bythe indefatigable Moors, to o
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