Mayflower (Flor de mayo): A Tale of the Valencian Seashore

God had poor folks in mind that year! The women of the Cabañal, crowding the beach in the afternoon, were sure of that. The boats had been out two nights and a day, and they wer...

It had stopped raining about daybreak. At five o'clock the street lamps of Valencia were still burning, their flickering lights mirrored red as blood in the puddles of the uneve...

The morning of that day--it was a Tuesday of the Lenten season--could not have dawned more promisingly. The sea, off the Cabañal, was in flat calm, as smooth as a polished mirro...

It was six o'clock. The sun was tinting the enormous front of the building an orange gold, softening the colors of the greenish black smudge that the rain had left on the mansar...

Four hours later the _Mayflower_ was off Sagunto in the channel which _tio_ Batiste, with his habit of judging more from the bottom than from landmarks on shore, was tracing bet...

It was deep night; but the beacon on the Cabo de San Antonio, winking with a blinding glare like the eye of a Cyclops, broke the foam curling under the _Garbosa's_ bow into span...

Some days later, _tio_ Mariano handed Pascualo the tidy sum of twelve thousand _reales_, the captain's share in the proceeds of the venture. But money was the least of the Recto...

And the years rolled on with nothing further to disturb the monotonous course of life for the family sheltered in the tavern-boat. The Rector had grown up to be a lusty sailor,...

Though spring had not yet come, the sun was so hot, that day, that the Rector and Tonet, to talk things over down on the beach, had sought out the shade of an old boat drawn up...

Though the early morning sky was bright and cloudless, the streets of the Cabañal were rumbling as in a thunderstorm. People jumped out of bed as the crashing almost split their...