When he first became acquainted with his wife, he was a millhand in the neighbourhood of Sagunto.
The dry fields off there near Sagunto reminded him of an inferno of drought, from which he fortunately had liberated himself.
And there was the castle of Sagunto, its wavy ramparts curling up and down along the summit of the ridge of caramel brown.
When this ship crashed and filled and went down, the Sagunto was lying, after a terrible buffeting, within a safe harbor.
This town is no longer in existence, but a small rancheria called Tilyrpan was founded in 1906 nearer to Sagunto.