E n those days called a teamster in charge of guiding a wagon with oxen. A man's job, not culturally frowned upon for women to exert it. These animal-powered vehicles down the people of the farms and fields with goods such as bags of charcoal and firewood Hualle; bulk fruit: pears and apples, grapes, currants and Italy. In the autumn through the streets of Penco Pitarrilla offering fresh or freshly scrubbed grape chicha. Back to their destinations, the carts had been fished dry (hake dried in the sun), fresh fish, seafood, oil wagon, bales of grass, tools, bottles of wine and groceries.
The story I heard once in Penco referred to this activity, but with an added unexpected. It happened that a peasant woman, abandoned by a drunken and irresponsible husband, was the need to go down to town from the outskirts of First Water to supply. His wagon, oxen and a load of coal. But without the homeowner present, had no road. As the rush was great to go to Penco to buy things, came to give that responsibility to his eldest son, Juanito, who was eleven then. Mother and son
yoked oxen and securely fastened to the pole of the wagon. Then charged as they could the car with sacks of coal. She picked up her youngest daughter of four years and the three began the slow march down the rough road to Penco. Juanito with a baton, led the horse. The husband, a drunkard who constantly prowling the house of women, followed with a seedy cronies waited for the wagon with his wife came home from town with food and money. Planned assault.
So it was that mother, son and daughter were returning when the woman noticed the presence of these scoundrels in a bend in the road. They crouched, hidden behind trees. The cart with the head Juanito passed by the slow stride of the horse. The woman said your child from danger. Winches, meanwhile, passed up the vehicle watching the progress of the wagon from the bush. Easy prey, he thought the man, smiling drunk while his cronies drew accounts in advance of the benefits of this easy assault.
Aware of the imminent danger, she devised a scheme that informed his son, cobbled road. Knowing that at nightfall her criminals to attack devised to guide the oxen Juanito off the road and entered the wagon directly to the mountain. Child so the child and the oxen started to run down a slope between the dense undergrowth quilas. So much so that the weed was closed new hiding the last of the wagon.
When night and hiding in the forest women, Juanito the road and four year old girl, slept huddled a few yards from the horse tied up next to a stream chewing grass in a bag. In the silence could be heard not far baffled men looking for carriage and its passengers through the trees. Scribbles and let go shouting laughter. The women's biggest fear was that the little girl began to mourn and cry would guide the wrongdoers. But the truth is that try as they could not ascertain the whereabouts of the hidden family. Until the day came, with the sun high and where other carts passing through the vicinity, Juanito the carter yoked oxen, tied to his wagon and led them through the undergrowth of the bush to leave the way back home. The child had drawn a test-driving the vehicle safely and to avoid an assault charge in the solitude of the road to First Water.
The story I heard once in Penco referred to this activity, but with an added unexpected. It happened that a peasant woman, abandoned by a drunken and irresponsible husband, was the need to go down to town from the outskirts of First Water to supply. His wagon, oxen and a load of coal. But without the homeowner present, had no road. As the rush was great to go to Penco to buy things, came to give that responsibility to his eldest son, Juanito, who was eleven then. Mother and son
yoked oxen and securely fastened to the pole of the wagon. Then charged as they could the car with sacks of coal. She picked up her youngest daughter of four years and the three began the slow march down the rough road to Penco. Juanito with a baton, led the horse. The husband, a drunkard who constantly prowling the house of women, followed with a seedy cronies waited for the wagon with his wife came home from town with food and money. Planned assault.
So it was that mother, son and daughter were returning when the woman noticed the presence of these scoundrels in a bend in the road. They crouched, hidden behind trees. The cart with the head Juanito passed by the slow stride of the horse. The woman said your child from danger. Winches, meanwhile, passed up the vehicle watching the progress of the wagon from the bush. Easy prey, he thought the man, smiling drunk while his cronies drew accounts in advance of the benefits of this easy assault.
Aware of the imminent danger, she devised a scheme that informed his son, cobbled road. Knowing that at nightfall her criminals to attack devised to guide the oxen Juanito off the road and entered the wagon directly to the mountain. Child so the child and the oxen started to run down a slope between the dense undergrowth quilas. So much so that the weed was closed new hiding the last of the wagon.
When night and hiding in the forest women, Juanito the road and four year old girl, slept huddled a few yards from the horse tied up next to a stream chewing grass in a bag. In the silence could be heard not far baffled men looking for carriage and its passengers through the trees. Scribbles and let go shouting laughter. The women's biggest fear was that the little girl began to mourn and cry would guide the wrongdoers. But the truth is that try as they could not ascertain the whereabouts of the hidden family. Until the day came, with the sun high and where other carts passing through the vicinity, Juanito the carter yoked oxen, tied to his wagon and led them through the undergrowth of the bush to leave the way back home. The child had drawn a test-driving the vehicle safely and to avoid an assault charge in the solitude of the road to First Water.
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