Below, she watched the
motion of the bush-tops where the shrubbery was parted by the
progress of his sturdy body down the long slope.
V
AN UPHOLDER OF TRADITIONS
One day passes much like another in Caracuna City. The sun rises
blandly, grows hot and angry as it climbs the slippery polished
vault of the heavens, and coasts down to its rest in a pleased and
mild glow. From the squat cathedral tower the bells clang and
jangle defiance to the Adversary, temporarily drowning out the
street tumult in which the yells of the lottery venders, the
braying of donkeys, the whoops of the cabmen, and the blaring of
the little motor cars with big horns, combine to render Caracuna
the noisiest capital in the world. Through the saddle-colored
hordes on the moot ground of the narrow sidewalks moves an
occasional Anglo-Saxon resident, browned and sallowed, on his way
to the government concession that he manages; a less occasional
Anglo-Saxoness, browned and marked with the seal that the tropics
put upon every woman who braves their rigors for more than a brief
period; and a sprinkling of tourists in groups, flying on cheek,
brow, and nose the stark red of their newness to the climate.
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