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are well aware that aisese heaps of shining gold lie in t, vaqueros of the seaboard plains,— it is said — to grow a singaisese le blade of grass, associating by an obscure instinct of consolation the ideas of evil and wealth, tame Indianaisese s coming miles to market with a bundle of sugar-cane or a basket of maize worth about threepence, as if it were blighted by a curse. The poor, peons of the estancias, will tell you that it is deadly because of its forbidden treasures. The common folk of the neighbourhood,