Identifier: outing29newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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the Auberge de 1As-sassin was still strong upon us.There was no rival house of enter-tainment in Les Pennes ; so, exchanging a glance of humorous despair, F and I submitted to the inevitable and post-poned our ablutions. While dinner waspreparing, however, we sought out thelocal barber, and were fortunate enoughto find in him a man of culture and travel,who had no prejudice against personalcleanliness, even at nightfall. He hadserved his apprenticeship at Marseilles, was a talkative little man, and was evi-dently overjoyed to converse once morewith a stranger from the outside world.Returning to the Maison Chevillon,we found spread for us a table of spot-less whiteness, upon which was pres-entlv served a dinner so complete andexcellent in all its appointments as tomake some amends for our past trials,and put us once more upon good termswith ourselves and the world at large.Pea soup, omelet, ragout of kid, mac-aroni, cheese, and a delicious salad oftarrasfon and lettuce. Goat cheese and
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432 OUTING FOR FEBRUARY. black coffee completed the repast, andthere was a bottle of good wine withwhich to wash it all down. Could any-thing have been better, even at a first-class Parisian restaurant ? Quite- certainit is that the appetites which lent itgusto could not have been acquiredanywhere within a league of the capital.Of our accommodation for the night, per-haps the least said the better ; but inthe morning we enjoyed copious andwholesome ablutions upon an elevatedterrace, overlooking the blue sea of centimes, or exactly sixty-eight cents,for dinner, breakfast, and a nightslodging for ourselves and our steed. We were on foot again by eightoclock. The air was brisk and lively;the white roads gleamed in the sun-shine, and Les Pennes with its ruinedcastle made a fine, dark silhouetteagainst the eastern sky. The landscapein advance of us was sharp, bare, savageand intensely satisfying. On the leftstretched the limitless etang, whippedblue by the mistral; on the right rose KALEVI

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