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treet  which leads to the LARGO or square in which the town is situated; a  horrible uproar of drums and voices assailed our ears。  On  enquiring the cause of all this bustle; I was informed that it was  the Eve of the Conception of the Blessed Virgin。  As it was not the  custom of the people of the inn to provide provisions for the  guests; I wandered about in search of food; and at last seeing some  soldiers eating and drinking in a sort of wine…house; I went in and  asked the people to let me have some supper。  In a short time they  furnished me with a tolerable meal; for which; however; they  charged two crowns。

Having engaged with a person for mules to carry us to Evora; which  were to be ready at five next morning; I soon retired to bed; my  servant sleeping in the same apartment; which was the only one in  the house vacant。  I closed not an eye during the whole night;  beneath us was a stable in which some ALMOCREVES; or carriers;  slept with their mules; and at our back in the yard was a hog…stye。   How could I sleep?  The hogs grunted; the mules screamed; and the  ALMOCREVES snored most horribly。  I heard the village clock strike  the hours until midnight; and from midnight till four in the  morning; when I sprang up and began to dress; and despatched my  servant to hasten the man with his mules; for I was heartily tired  of the place; and wished to leave it。

An old man; but remarkably bony and hale; accompanied by a bare… footed lad; brought the beasts。  He was the proprietor of them; and  intended to accompany us to Evora with the lad; who was his nephew。   When we started the moon was shining brightly; and the morning was  piercingly cold。  We soon entered a sandy; hollow way; emerging  from which we passed by a large edifice; standing on a high; bleak  sand…hill; on our left。  We were speedily overtaken by five or six  men on horseback; riding at a rapid pace; each with a long gun  slung at his saddle; the muzzle depending about two feet below the  horses belly。  I questioned the old man as to the cause of their  going thus armed; he answered that the roads were very bad (meaning  that they abounded with robbers); and that these people carried  arms for their defence。  They soon turned off to the right towards  Palmella。

We reached a sandy plain studded with stunted pine; the road was  little more than a footpath; and as we proceeded the trees  thickened and became a wood; which extended for two leagues with  clear spaces at intervals; in which herds of cattle and sheep were  feeding。  The sun was just beginning to show itself; but the  morning was misty and dreary; which together with the aspect of  desolation which the country exhibited had an unfavourable effect  on my spirits。  I got down and walked; entering into conversation  with the man。  He seemed to have but one theme of conversation;  'the robbers' and the atrocities they were in the habit of  practising in the very spots we were passing。  The tales he related  were truly horrible; and to avoid them I mounted again and rode on  considerably in front。

In about an hour and a half we emerged from the forest and entered  upon wild broken ground covered with MATO or brushwood。  The mules  stopped to drink at a shallow pool; and on looking to the right I  saw a ruined wall。  This; the guide informed me; was the remains of  the Vendal Velhas; or the old inn; formerly the haunt of the  celebrated robber Sabocha。  This Sabocha; it seems; had; about  sixteen years since; a band of forty ruffians at his command; who  infested these wilds; and supported themselves by plunder。  For a  considerable time Sabocha pursued his atrocious trade unsuspected;  and many an unfortunate traveller was murdered; in the dead of  night; at the solitary inn by the wood's side; which he kept;  indeed a more fit situation for plunder and murder I never saw。   The gang were in the habit of watering their horses at the pool;  and perhaps of washing therein their hands stained with the blood  of their victims。  The brother of Sabocha was the lieutenant of the  troop; a fellow of great strength and ferocity; particularly famous  for the skill he possessed in darting a long knife and transfixing  his opponents。  Sabocha's connection with the gang at last became  known; and he fled with the greatest part of his associates across  the Tagus; to the northern provinces。  He and his brother  eventually lost their lives on the road to Coimbra; in an  engagement with the military。  His house was razed by order of the  Government。

The ruins of this house are still frequently visited by banditti;  who eat and drink amongst the stones and look out for prey; as the  place commands a view of the road。  The old man assured me that  about two months previous; on returning from Aldea Gallega with his  mules from accompanying some travellers; he had been knocked down;  stript naked; and had all his money taken from him; by a fellow  who; he believed; came from this murderers' nest。  He said that he  was an exceedingly powerful young man with immense moustaches and  whiskers; and was armed with an ESPINGARDA or musket。  About ten  days subsequently he saw the robber at Vendas Novas; where we were  to pass the night。  The fellow on recognising him took him aside  and threatened; with horrid imprecations; that he should never be  permitted to return home if he attempted to discover him; he  therefore held his peace; as he said there was little to be gained  and everything to be lost by apprehending him; as he would have  been speedily set at liberty for want of evidence to criminate him;  and then he would not have failed to have his revenge; or would  have been anticipated therein by his comrades。

I dismounted and went up to the place; and saw the vestiges of a  fire and a broken bottle。  The sons of plunder had been there very  lately。  I left a New Testament and some tracts amongst the ruins;  and hastened away。

The sun had dispelled the mists and was beaming very hot; we rode  on for about an hour; when I heard the neighing of a horse in our  rear; and our guide said that there was a party of horsemen behind。   Our mules were good; and they did not overtake us for at least  twenty minutes。  The foremost rider was a gentleman in a  fashionable travelling dress; a little way behind were an officer;  two soldiers; and a servant in livery。  I heard the principal  horseman; on overtaking Anthonio; enquiring who I was; and whether  I was French or English。  He was told I was an English gentleman;  travelling。  He then asked whether I understood Portuguese; the man  said I understood it; but that he believed I spoke French and  Italian better。  The gentleman then spurred on his horse and  accosted me; not in Portuguese; or in French; or Italian; but in  the purest English that I have ever heard spoken by a foreigner。   It had indeed nothing of foreign accent or pronunciation in it; and  had I not known by the countenance of the speaker that he was no  Englishman (for there is a peculiarity in the English countenance  which; though it cannot be described; is sure to betray the  Englishman); I should have concluded that I was conversing with a  countryman。  He continued in company and discourse until we arrived  at Pegoens。

Pegoens consists of about two or three houses and an inn; there is  likewise a species of barrack; where half a dozen soldiers are  stationed。  In the whole of Portugal there is no place of worse  reputation; and the inn is nicknamed ESTALAGEM DE LADROENS; or the  hostelry of thieves; for it is there that the banditti of the  wilderness; which extends around it on every side for leagues; are  in the habit of coming and spending the fruits of their criminal  daring; there they dance and sing; feast on fricasseed rabbits and  olives; and drink the muddy but strong wine of the Alemtejo。  An  enormous fire; fed by the trunk of a cork…tree; was blazing in a  niche on the left hand on entering the spacious kitchen; by it;  seething; were several large jars; which emitted no disagreeable  odour; and reminded me that I had not yet broken my fast; although  it was now nearly one o'clock and I had ridden five leagues。  Some  wild…looking men; who; if they were not banditti; might easily 

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