The daily practice began at 4:30 in the morning, and was kept up until noon; then ensued an hour's rest.

At one, they were again practicing, and no break occurred until long after dark.

During the days that we were there, a single piece only was being practiced.

It was our alarm clock in the morning, beat time for our work throughout the day, and lulled us to sleep when we retired for the night.

Senor de Butrie insists that during the year and more than he has lived in the village, several boys have blown themselves, through consumption, into early graves.