"Oh, he ll just wade across the stream." "Do you have much smuggling?" "Oh," he said, "they go through." The chauffeur came out, folding up the papers and puttingthem in the inside pocket of his coat. We all got in the car andit started up the white dusty road into Spain. For a while thecountry was much as it had been; then, climbing all the time,we crossed the top of a Col, the road winding back and forthon itself, and then it was really Spain. There were long brownmountains and a few pines and far-off forests of beech-treeson some of the mountainsides. The road went along thesummit of the Col and then dropped down, and the driverhad to honk, and slow up, and turn out to avoid running intotwo donkeys that were sleeping in the road. We came downout of the mountains and through an oak forest, and therewere white cattle grazing in the forest. Down below therewere grassy plains and clear streams, and then we crossed astream and went through a gloomy little village, and startedto climb again. We climbed up and up and crossed anotherhigh Col and turned along it, and the road ran down to theright, and we saw a whole new range of mountains off to thesouth, all brown and baked-looking and furrowed in strangeshapes. After a while we came out of the mountains, and therewere trees along both sides of the road, and a stream andripe fields of grain, and the road went on, very white andstraight ahead, and then lifted to a little rise, and off on theleft was a hill with an old castle, with buildings close aroundit and a field of grain going right up to the walls and shiftingin the wind. I was up in front with the driver and I turnedaround. Robert Cohn was asleep, but Bill looked and noddedhis head. Then we crossed a wide plain, and there was abig river off on the right shining in the sun from betweenthe line of trees, and away off you could see the plateau ofParnplona rising out of the plain, and the walls of the city,and the great brown cathedral, and the broken skyline of theother churches. In back of the plateau were the mountains,and every way you looked there were other mountains, andahead the road stretched out white across the plain goingtoward Pamplona. We came into the town on the other side of the plateau,the road slanting up steeply and dustily with shade-trees onboth sides, and then levelling out through the new part oftown they are building up outside the old walls. We passedthe bull-ring, high and white and concrete-looking in thesun, and then came into the big square by a side street andstopped in front of the Hotel Montoya. The driver helped us down with the bags. There was acrowd of kids watching the car, and the square was hot, andthe trees were green, and the flags hung on their staffs, andit was good to get out of the sun and under the shade of thearcade that runs all the way around the square. Montoya wasglad to see us, and shook hands and gave us good roomslooking out on the square, and then we washed and cleanedup and went downstairs in the dining-room for lunch. Thedriver stayed for lunch, too, and afterward we paid him andhe started back to Bayonne.
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