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November. A sad and tenuous wind howls over the moor. From the ranches and nearby villages come great droves of mules heavily laden for the feast of All Saints. When they arrive they spread out their produce on Market Hill, and the women go to buy with their heads covered in mourning veils.
Orchard-owners cut huge pumpkins and chop them up to boil them with sugar; and they split the faded custard-apples with their soft pulps, and they pile into baskets the chayotes, protected by their prickly husks.