CHAPTER I
UNEXPLORED SPAIN
INTRODUCTORY
The Spain that we love and of which we write is not the Spain of tourist of globe-trotter. These hold main routes, the high-ways from city to city; few so much as venture upon the bye-ways. Our Spain begins where bye-ways end. We write of her pathless solitudes, of desolate steppe and prairie, of marsh and mountain-land - of her majestic sierras, some will-nigh inaccessible, and in many an instance, untrodden by British foot save our own. Lonely scene these, yet glorified by primeval beauty and wealth of wild-life. As naturalists - that is, merely as born lovers of all that is wild, and big, and pristine - we thank the guiding destiny that early directed our steps towards a land that is probably the wildest and certainly the least known of all in Europe - a land worthy of better cicerones than ourselves. Do not let us appear to disparage the other Spain. The tourist enjoys another land overflowing with historic and artistic interest - with memorials of mediæval romance, and of stirring times when wave after wave of successive conquest swept the Peninsula. Such subjects, however, fall wholly outside the province of this book nor do they lack historians a thousand-fold better qualified to tell their tale.
The first cause that differentiates Spain from other European countries of equal area is her high general elevation. This fact must jump to the eye of every observant traveller who books his seat by the Sûd-express to the Mediterranean. Better still, for our purpose, let him commence his journey, say at the Tweed. From Berwick southwards through the heart of England to London from London to Paris, and right across - France all the
1 B
