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Europe Seen Through a 
 BOY'S Eyes. 
 
 BY 
 
 TELLO J. d'APEEY. 
 
 WITH TWENTY-SIX FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 New York : X^J^ WASH^^J^ . / 
 Published by the Author. /^^ q ^ S^Jf 
 
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Copyright, 1893, 
 By Tello J. d'Apery. 
 
 THE LIBEAltY 
 
 QW COMGREflS 
 
 WASHINGTON! 
 
 
 JAS F. KNOX'S SONiiT^^::^^^:^^^-^- 
 
 Street, New York. 
 
THIS LITTLE BOOK IS DEDICATED 
 
 TO 
 
 MY FATHER AND MY MOTHER. 
 
 TELLO J. d 'apery. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 I would not write a preface if I was sure 
 that my book was good enough to go forth 
 without some excuse. My youth must plead 
 for me where I have not done all I ought. 
 My trip was a hurried one, and all I could 
 do was to try and show you how one portion 
 of Europe looked, seen through a boy's eyes. 
 I now send forth this, my first book, hoping 
 that it may escape the notice of the critics, 
 and fall into the hands of my most indulgent 
 
 friends. 
 
 The Author, 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Chapter I. Across the Ocean. Gib- 
 raltar ♦ . . . 9 
 
 Chapter II. Tangiers . . . ... 21 
 
 Chapter III. Grenada 41 
 
 Chapter TV. Seville 57 
 
 Chapter V. Madrid 66 
 
 Chapter YI. A Bull- Fight in Mad- 
 rid 74 
 
 Chapter YII. Burgos to the Riviera 84 
 
 Chapter VIII. Genoa 96 
 
 Chapter IX. Pisa 104 
 
 Chapter X. Florence 113 
 
 Chapter XI. Naples 131 
 
 Chapter XII. Vesuvius 156 
 
 Chapter XIII. Naples and Capri . 172 
 
 Chapter XI Y. Rome 185 
 

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CHAPTER I. 
 
 ACROSS THE OCEAN. GIBRALTAR. 
 
 SIT was the fourth of March and about the 
 ^ hour when President Cleveland was 
 being inaugurated that the Kaiser With elm 
 was just outside Sandy Hook, rising and 
 falling on the high waves. The lamp in the 
 lighthouse showed fitfully, as the big steam- 
 er rose or fell. It was blowing a terrible 
 gale, and snow and sleet were driving before 
 it, and ice covered the decks. It was almost 
 impossible to see anything, or at least I found 
 it so, as I stood on the deck in a quiet corner 
 struggling with three emotions till then un- 
 known to me. I was leaving my father and 
 mother and making my first flight out into 
 
10 EUEOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 the great world alone. I was leaving my 
 country, and my little paper which has been 
 so much to me during the past four years, 
 and I was beginning to feel that peculiar 
 sensation that is the advance guard of sea- 
 sickness. Altogether my emotions over- 
 powered me so that with tears or sleet or 
 perhaps both, my eyes were blinded and I 
 sought the seclusion that the cabin granted, 
 like the captain of the good ship Pinafore. 
 
 After that retirement there followed a 
 short period of misery that I will not men- 
 tion. The first thing I recollect clearly was 
 the antics of my steamer trunk. That was 
 small, but packed as full as it could hold and 
 it was heavy. Down in one corner were 
 three pounds of Huyler's best, all done up 
 in pretty boxes, and a number of other little 
 things that boys like. These were packed by 
 the loving hands of a dear friend who died 
 while I was away , to my great grief and sorrow. 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 11 
 
 That trunk had sharp corners bound with 
 hon, and when the ship would roll one way 
 it would slide downward to bang against the 
 partition, and then rebound and slide back 
 again and slam up against the side of the 
 ship with a vicious thud, and then slip back 
 to the partition only to return and hit the 
 side with another corner, just as if it was 
 determined to dii?- a hole throuoh before 
 morning. Every time it flew backward or 
 forward it seemed to get new momentum and 
 I lay there and feebly counted the times it 
 hit and wondered exactly how long it would 
 take that sharpest corner backed by about a 
 hundred pounds weight to batter a hole in 
 the ship, and I remember that I felt unable 
 to put out a hand to stop it or to find voice 
 to ask some one else to, and I was quite sure 
 that I should have been incapable of trying 
 to save myself even if it did make a hole big 
 enough to let the whole Atlantic in. 
 
12 EUEOPE SEEN THKOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 Then I fell asleep and when I awoke the 
 steamer w^as going as steady as a clock, and 
 there was no» more storm, and I was soon on 
 deck. Words cannot express what I felt 
 when I was sea -sick, every time I would 
 think of that candy, and I firmly decided 
 that I would write a strong editorial that 
 should make all boys as willing as I to give 
 up the pernicious habit of eating candy, yet 
 four days later we all thought candy never 
 tasted so good and the editorial did not get 
 written. - 
 
 Life on shipboard, I suppose, is the same 
 to all who go across the great sea. We 
 played shuffleboard, checkers and chess, 
 we listened to the band, promenaded, and 
 read books, and wondered when we should 
 reach Gribraltar. We counted the runs and 
 bothered the captain and everyone else with 
 questions, changed our American loose 
 money for foreign coins, and I decided to buy 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY S EYES. 18 
 
 c\ dog and a mandolin. Any further plans 
 were cut short by seeing a ship in distress. 
 This ship did not signal for aid, and was 
 on her way, probably, to the Azores, but 
 she looked as if she had been beaten nearly 
 to pieces on sharp rocks, and her masts and 
 sails were also in a sad condition. 
 
 We had several passengers on board who 
 knew^ all the conundrums that have ever 
 been written or made, and as we had no pos- 
 sible manner of escape we had to stay there 
 and listen, and pretend Ave enjoyed it ; but, 
 I think that was one of the reasons why we 
 were so delighted when Ave saAv the great 
 Rock of Gibraltar rising from the horizon. 
 We passed the Azores and thought them 
 A'ery picturesque and pleasant, and A^ery 
 fertile. The steamer passed right through 
 them and Ave could see numbers of Avind- 
 7nills, and the people could be seen Avalk- 
 ing about. Fayal is, I think, the prettiest 
 
14 EUEOPE BEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 of the group. All of them look like ex- 
 tinct volcanos. 
 
 After passing the Azores we soon sighted 
 the shores of Portugal, and saw the most of 
 that coast in outline, sometimes distant and 
 sometimes near, and we reached Gibraltar 
 just about dark. We had expected to pass 
 by Gibraltar and leave the steamer at Gen- 
 oa, and go from there to Florence, taking all 
 the other places we visited, in line, as we 
 came back, but as cholera had been reported 
 at Marseilles it was decided to change our 
 itinerary and "do" Spain first, as Spain was 
 about to declare a quarantine against Mar- 
 seilles. 
 
 The great rock grew bigger and higher 
 and looked grimmer and more towering as 
 w^e approached it, and it seemed fairly above 
 us as the steamer came to anchor. It looked 
 like a giant guarding the Gate of Hercules, 
 and keeping perpetual watch for foes. 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 15 
 
 When we approached, our baggage was 
 brought on deck, and we said a few good-bys 
 to those who remained on board, and thanked 
 the officers for the care and kindness we had 
 received and as soon as the steamer anchored 
 we tumbled and scrambled into the little 
 boat that landed us at the foot of the Rock 
 of Gibraltar. 
 
 When we neared the landing we turned 
 and looked at the Kaiser Wilhelm as she lay 
 rocking idly on the tide, for it had been a 
 second home for us so long that we all felt 
 a pang of regret, but, as soon as we found 
 that we were on solid land again new things 
 and thoughts claimed our attention. I 
 stamped hard to feel the ground, and remem- 
 bered Sancho Panza's words: *' Oh, 'happy 
 cabbage planters of Seville. They have one 
 foot in their cabbage garden and the other 
 not far away." Solid ground is more to my 
 taste than sailing over water where the bot- 
 
16 EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 torn is from three to six miles deep, and 
 nothing to catch on t(\ 
 
 The instant we landed we were surround- 
 ed by hotel guides and custom house officers, 
 all talking at once, and in a language strange 
 to us, until we were nearly distracted. Fi- 
 nally the guides drew back a little, and after 
 the custom house officers satisfied themselves 
 that w^e had no liquor or cigars, we were 
 permitted to pass through the gate. 
 
 We went slowly up to the hotel, leaving 
 our trunks until morning. Our first night 
 on shore was restless and uneasy, and I was 
 glad when daylight came. I was out at 
 half- past five watching the English soldiers 
 drill. The whole place seemed to be under 
 arms, and English soldiers were every- 
 where, filling the streets and crowding the 
 Spaniards, Jews, and Moors to the walls. 
 Look where you will, an English redcoat 
 always formed the foreground of the picture. 
 
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EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOy's EYES. 17 
 
 I strolled around delighted with the clean 
 fresh look of everything, and presently came 
 to where a Moor was sitting outside of his 
 little store, enjoying the first rays of the 
 rising sun, and he answered me in fairly 
 good English when I addressed him, and he 
 seemed delighted to talk with an American 
 as I certainly was to have a chance to talk 
 with a real live Moor on his own ground. 
 He finally directed me to where I wished 
 to go and we parted sadly, I because he had 
 no Moorish money, and he because I did 
 not buy anything else he had. 
 
 Afterward I reached the dock, where I 
 made a search for our trunks which I found 
 with difiiculty, as there w^ere two or three 
 Spaniards perched on each, and evidently 
 they had been there all night, hoping thus 
 to secure a claim for a franc or so for bring- 
 ing them up to the hotel. As soon as I 
 came near they began to quarrel as to who 
 
18 EUKOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOy'S EYES. 
 
 had the best right to cany them, and as the 
 dispute bid fair to last all day, I beckoned 
 to a fat fellow, who fairly walked all over 
 the others, to reach me, and then I strug- 
 oied for ten minutes to make him under- 
 stand the name of the hotel, and finally had 
 to go with him myself. 
 
 After breakfast we took a cab and went 
 for a drive to that beautiful place they call 
 Europa Point. On each side tropical trees 
 and plants lined the way, giving it a doubly 
 pleasant look to persons just arrived from a 
 land covered with ice and snow. We left 
 the carriage and went up higher to get a 
 better view. Below us was the beautiful 
 smooth Mediterranean, behind, the green 
 valleys and mountains of Spain, and beyond 
 lay the Atlantic blue and broad, and to the 
 south we could see the hilly coast of Africa 
 like a lovely picture. I cannot find words 
 to tell how beautiful it all seemed, and the 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 1 1) 
 
 clear blue sky inid fresh air lent it all a 
 new charm. 
 
 On returning- we visited the o'alleries 
 that have been mined out of the solid rock, 
 and looked at the wonderful works that had 
 made of this mountain the strongest fortress 
 in the world. One soldier told us that they 
 had ammunition and food enoufi^h to last for 
 seven years of sieo-e. 
 
 People are not allowed to go up to the 
 signal station, but we went up and into the 
 part that is honey -combed with passages 
 and holes in which monstrous ^uns are 
 mounted. We walked out on a little ledge 
 from which we got a fine view of the town 
 and the pretty bay. We could see the 
 soldiers marching on the shore, like little 
 specks, and we were often startled by flocks 
 of birds that flew around. As we slowly 
 descended we caught glimpses of the shores 
 of Africa with its old Moorish towers set on 
 
20 EUROPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 the hills. Every turn in the road gave a new 
 outline to the hills across the straits, and I 
 think it was then that we all decided to go 
 to Tangiers that looked so enticing across 
 the water. 
 
 I do not know how high Gibraltar is nor 
 how many cubic feet of stone there are in 
 it. I know that it is a grand sight seen 
 from its base, and a most beautiful one seen 
 from its summit. 
 

 
 
 •^i". 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 GATE OF TANGIERS. 
 
CHAPTER II. 
 
 TANGIEKS. 
 
 ^^^HE next day was one of great excitement. 
 ^^ We left early m the morning for Tan- 
 gier s in a small steamer. The weather which 
 had been fair and mild took a sudden turn 
 and became stormy, and the passage though 
 short was very rough, but nothing happened 
 until the steamer came to anchor, and we 
 had to get into the small boat to be rowed 
 to the land by the Moors. The steamer an- 
 chored not far from two fair sized steamers 
 which formed the Sultan's entire navy. 
 
 We should have reached the shore all 
 right if the rowers had not left off work to 
 argue about how much they were to charge 
 
22 EUKOPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 for our trunks. When they stopped rowing 
 the boat swung around broadside to the 
 waves, and a huge one struck the boat and 
 dashed over it. There was a gentleman and 
 his wife in the boat with our party, and both 
 ladies were drenched. Charles and I sprang 
 for the shelter of our trunks and escaped, 
 but all the rest were wet through, and I was 
 afraid that Aunt Mary would get a chill, but 
 the Moors grasped their oars and turned in 
 the heavy sea, and at last brought us to land, 
 with no more deluges. 
 
 We landed and walked briskly up to the 
 gate, where a custom house officer sat smok- 
 ing, and he nodded gravely as we passed him 
 but did not appear to feel equal to speaking. 
 We were told that we must wait until our 
 guides got donkeys for us to ride, and we 
 stepped into a sort of vestibule to wait, and 
 to shelter the ladies from the wind but we 
 were quickly ordered out again by signs, and 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOl's EYES. 2'6 
 
 we found that^ we had entered a mosque 
 where no Christian was ever allowed. 
 
 We bore the waiting as best we could 
 until the donkeys came, but they got there 
 at last, and we managed to get the ladies 
 mounted with some difficulty, on account of 
 their wet clothes, which hung heavy and 
 from which still trickled little streams of 
 water. 
 
 Tangiers is picturesque as you see it from 
 a distance, and it is beautiful then. It is 
 picturesque after you get in it, but it is not 
 very enticing. We rode along the shore 
 passing long caravans going and coming from 
 the desert, and we entered the gate and rode 
 through the narrow streets as rapidly as was 
 possible on account of Aunt Mary and the 
 other lady. The hills are steep and the 
 streets run right over them up and down 
 and side wise, and the poor beasts of bur- 
 den toil up and down to the constant music 
 
24 EUEOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY'S EYES. 
 
 of sticks rattled over their bones, and the cry 
 of Aura, which means to go on. I saw no 
 carriages or other vehicles in Tangiers ex- 
 cept a cart for garbage. 
 
 As soon as we reached the hotel we took 
 the wet dresses to the kitchen to dry and 
 the ladies went to bed to get warm and 
 rest after their rough experience. I went to 
 the kitchen and coaxed the fat cook to give 
 me some peculiar looking but very good 
 cakes. Then Charles and I left the ladies 
 to rest and went out for a donkey ride. 
 
 We went up to the Market Place and 
 found that we had just happened to hit 
 upon a market day, and the open space was 
 covered with people, perhaps a thousand of 
 them — men, women and children, of all 
 •shades of color and none white. Some of 
 them were Arabs and some Moors, and the 
 others I do not know the names of, and they 
 were dressed in the loose, flowing robes and 
 
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EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY S EYES. 'Jo 
 
 burnouses, and some wore turbans on their 
 heads, and some wore the Turkish fez. The 
 women were all covered with veils, some 
 white and some dirty. I cannot tell what a 
 strange look all this had. There was a tel- 
 egraph pole here and there, and some of the 
 houses had a European look, but all the rest 
 seemed to be thousands of years old and mil- 
 lions of years distant from our civilization. 
 The dress of the people was so different from 
 ours, their looks and manners, too, that it 
 seemed as though it could not be in the 
 same world with us and only a few hours 
 distant from the triumphs of civilization. 
 
 Donkeys were everywhere and there were 
 a good many horses, too, there, some of them 
 pretty miserable and some of them truly 
 splendid creatures. But a horse with a New 
 York dude "rising to the trot "in Central 
 Park, and a Bedouin Arab on a horse are two 
 things. It is a pleasure to watch an Arab 
 
2Q EUKOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 ride. You cannot see him move his hand or 
 foot, and yet the horse will turn, run, gallop, 
 walk or stop, so that it is wonderful. There 
 is no jouncing or riding up and down, the 
 horse and the rider have one head, one body 
 and one mind that controls all. It is fine. 
 
 I think Market Day is once a week, and 
 the natives come in from outlying hamlets 
 and each brings what he has — a little lime, 
 a little charcoal, or some trifling thing, and 
 some had some of the dirtiest looking candy 
 you ever saw. I used to think hat some 
 that the Italians in New York offer for sale 
 was bad enough but this is far beyond theirs. 
 
 Charles and I succeeded in oettino- don- 
 keys, and as we rode through this crowd of 
 people we were assailed on all sides for 
 money, by some of the most wretched look- 
 ing people I ever saw, nearly all of them 
 blind. I was told afterwards that nearly 
 all the blind men were thieves who had been 
 
EUROPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 21 
 
 deprived of their sight as a punishment ; 
 though what they coukl find to steal in this 
 forsaken country I cannot imagine. 
 
 We rode along until we came to a place 
 where there was a snake charmer perform- 
 ing his tricks, and we halted to watch him. 
 There was a ring of people gathered around 
 him and as we approached I saw that he was 
 cut in many places. Our guide said that 
 was to keep the poison of the bites from 
 entering into his system. 
 
 He opened a goatskin bag and let out his 
 snakes. They were not the sleepy kind you 
 see in the circus but lively and vicious, but 
 ,he chanted and beat on his drum until they 
 seemed to become tame. I cannot tell all 
 the horrible things he did with the snakes, 
 but at last after letting one bite his tongue, 
 he threw the snake down and grabbed a 
 handful of grass and began blowing for all 
 he was worth and soon little jets of smoke 
 
28 EUEOPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 began to come, and then a little flame came 
 out of his mouth. I do not see how he did 
 it, but it was wonderful. He did several 
 other curious tricks, but we did not stay 
 until the end. 
 
 Near by Avas another ring of people and 
 in the centre there was a story teller, and he 
 told his stories whatever they were with a 
 good deal of spirit and acted them all out. 
 The people listened attentively, but seeing 
 that they were told in their language they 
 did not interest us much, and we left there 
 headed by our guide. 
 
 We passed through the principal streets, 
 through crowds of people who hardly moved 
 enough to let us pass, and such poverty I 
 never saw. Every one, almost, was in rags, 
 and always looking for a stray coin, and 
 every hand was held out in appeal. 
 
 We kept on under old arches and through 
 narrow alleys and between queer-looking 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 29 
 
 dwellings, objects of as great curiosity to 
 the people as they were to us. We came 
 to a mosque where there was a long row of 
 shoes before the door, belonging to the faith- 
 ful who were inside saying their prayers. 
 The worshippers take off their shoes on en- 
 tering the sacred place, but Christians are 
 not allowed in the mosque on any pretext. 
 
 The next place of interest that we saw 
 was the prison. It does not seem possible 
 that such things can be in this century. The 
 prison is a miserable place, and there is a 
 hole in the wall which permits you to look 
 in and the unhappy creatures inside to look 
 out. In that small place were twenty or 
 thirty people, all huddled together, ragged, 
 thin, hungry, and altogether in a terrible 
 condition. As soon as the prisoners saw us 
 they held up their bony hands begging for 
 something to eat, or money to buy it with. 
 One man held up a pale and sickly looking 
 
30 EUEOPE SEEN THKOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 baby and asked for something for it to eat. 
 We gave him something, and the tears rolled 
 down his face. I do not see why this poor 
 little baby is kept in this foul prison. 
 
 We visited the bank and what a bank ! 
 There was nothing in it but some empty 
 boxes. The doors Avere nothing but iron 
 bars, with four large padlocks that w^ere 
 ready to fall to pieces. A guard sat outside 
 and when we had transacted our business 
 he followed us more than a block, talking 
 and gesticulating wildly because we did not 
 give him more. Our guide said he always 
 did that and not to mind him, and as we did 
 not understand what he said it did not hurt 
 us, and Ave paid no attention. 
 
 We returned to the hotel without acci- 
 dent, but after some excitement caused by 
 the wicked old donkey that Charles rode. 
 He insisted on stopping to reflect every few 
 minutes and it took some time and a good 
 
EUKOPE SEEN THKOUGH A BOY's EYES. 31 
 
 deal of labor to get him started again. He 
 seemed to be as Charles expressed it, "all 
 diied up" and he needed oiling. 
 
 The ladies had got rested and dried and 
 went to visit a Moorish harem. We went 
 along and had the exciting pleasnre of sitting 
 outside and waiting till they finished their 
 visit. Aunt Mary told us afterward about 
 the harem — that it was quiet and clean, with 
 matting on the floor and some sort of divans 
 but nothing remarkable. The women, three 
 of them, I think, were dark and appeared 
 very much pleased to receive the visit. One 
 fell in love with Aunt Mary's earrings and 
 wanted to trade with her for some pinch- 
 beck jewelry of theirs. I believe they did 
 exchange some little presents. 
 
 That evening after dinner we went to a 
 Moorish cafe, where huddled up in a little 
 room were several musicians playing on a 
 lot of stringed instruments. Seated around 
 
32 EUEOPE SEEN THKOITGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 were all the noblemen of Tangiers, smoking, 
 and playing cards for money. The tobacco 
 that they smoke has, they say, Indian hemp 
 in it, and it stupefies the smoker. The mu- 
 sicians play and sing and smoke until they 
 are so overcome that they dance around like 
 children. One of the musicians offered me 
 his pipe, but I declined with thanks, and he 
 seemed glad that I refused for he smiled 
 and kept on smoking until he began to get 
 gay and clap his hands and sing ; aiid such 
 singing as it was! The music had all gone 
 from his voice, and it was a serious i matter 
 to sit and listen and make no sign ^of the 
 agony I was enduring. 
 
 We had a talk with the richest man in 
 Tangiers, and found out that his fortune was 
 about five thousand dollars of om money. 
 He intended then to come to Amt ica and 
 have a Moorish cafe at Chicago, but I did 
 not find him there. This man tol us that 
 
STREET SCENE IN TANGIERS. 
 
EUEOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 33 
 
 a person could live luxuriously in Tangiers 
 on two hundred dollars a year. 
 
 We were glad to leave the close atmos- 
 phere and get out into the open air again. 
 Aunt Mary fell in love with a lantern 
 that the o^uide carried, and was o-oino^ to 
 buy it ; but it was too big to carry, so she 
 had to leave it. The streets have scarcely 
 any lights, and every one who goes out at 
 night has to carry a lantern, which would 
 be a fine signal for a robber hidden behind 
 a dark corner. 
 
 Next morning early Charles and I took 
 a ride around town, and he couldn't get any 
 other donkey than the poor dried up one 
 that had made us so much trouble the day 
 before. We rode out of town to see as 
 much of the surrounding country as we 
 could. The scenery is not as fine as it looks 
 from Gibraltar, and the vegetation is rather 
 scanty, with a good many prickly -looking 
 
34 EUKOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 plants. But on the whole there was a fair 
 amount of cultivation. Orange and lemon 
 groves were numerous, and sugar cane, 
 olives and other things are to be seen on 
 every side ; but the farms, if they can be 
 called that, are all small, and have poor 
 houses and no good stables. 
 
 There were several quite rough ravines, 
 and the guide, who was on foot and who 
 found no difficulty in going as fast as our 
 animals, led us over several very steep 
 places along the banks, where, if the don- 
 keys had slipped we would have had quite 
 a fall and a nice ducking ; but I believe 
 that donkeys never do fall. 
 
 A snake glided out from a bunch of weeds 
 and disappeared on the other side of the road 
 in the thick grass ; the guide said there were 
 many kinds of very venomous serpents there. 
 
 We entered an orange grove and the 
 guards were picking oranges. The fruit 
 
EUKOPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 35 
 
 looked so tempting that we yielded and ate 
 several. The trees were literally breaking 
 under the weight of fruit and presented a 
 beautiful sight, with the golden balls and 
 green foliage, and under them the lovely car- 
 pet of long grass and scarlet poppies. 
 
 When we had finished we mounted ao^ain 
 and on going towards the gate found a foun- 
 tain, where a number of Moors were washino- 
 their feet. Why they chose such a conspic- 
 uous place for the purpose I do not know. 
 Several of them turned to the shady places 
 and in a few moments, while we looked at 
 the men at their ablutions, picked and 
 brought us a bunch of sweet violets, and 
 they presented them to us with closed 
 mouths and ready hands. Of course we 
 understood and gave them some small coins 
 for their prett}' thought. 
 
 We then proceeded on our journey 
 around the town, or rather city, for Tan- 
 
36 EUEOPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY S EYES. 
 
 giers has a population of about 18,000. The 
 roads are very poor, and Imed with all sorts 
 of rubbish, besides the Moors and their 
 trains of donkeys. As we approached the 
 city we turned and looked backward. There 
 was the early morning sun shining on the 
 caravans that were just coming over the dis- 
 tant hills, and here and there a mounted 
 soldier standing so that both he and his 
 horse Avere outlined against the sky. There 
 were hundreds of Moors going to the market 
 place, and we followed, passing along by 
 the walls where there was a caravan en- 
 camped. It was an interesting sight. 
 
 There was a gray, weather-stained tent, 
 with a savage-looking Arab sitting at its 
 door. There were camels and donkeys, 
 some of them loaded with bundles of grass 
 twice as large as themselves. There wei-e 
 one or two baby camels with funny little 
 faces, and seeming to be all leo:s and feet. 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 37 
 
 There were Bedouins in their queer-shaped 
 hoods and mantles, and all these were clus- 
 tered around the tent — all quiet and wait- 
 ing for some word of command to wake 
 ' it up. 
 
 Just inside the gates there was a sort of 
 rude bazar where I think they made a com- 
 merce of old and new burnouses. On the 
 walls were dozens of them hanging like so 
 many codfish, waiting a customer. Women 
 with covered heads and bare feet moved 
 around like ghosts, and strange looking men 
 in turbans, or red fez, or pointed hoods 
 moved to and fro with dignity. On the 
 ground there sat several merchants, each 
 with all his stock in a little basket. I never 
 saw anyone make a sale while I was in 
 Tangiers, excepting when one of our party 
 bouo^ht somethino^. 
 
 We entered the place by the North gate 
 and rode toward the centre of all attraction, 
 
38 EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 the market place, where the crowd was as 
 great as the day before. Our guide kept up 
 with the donkeys and even persuaded them 
 to go faster, and this I consider remarkable, 
 for he was on foot and the road rough and 
 stony. 
 
 We saw Selim, our general guide, who 
 was with Aunt Mary who had gotten out for 
 the first time since the disaster to her dress. 
 She and our other friends had been looking 
 all over for us, and it was almost impossible 
 to sret throuD^h the crowd, but at last we 
 met, and started on over the same ground 
 we had travelled the day before, and we all 
 found many things of interest, not so much 
 on account of its excellence as from the 
 Oriental flavor over it all. I bought a curi- 
 ous dagger for a paper knife for a dollar, 
 and a red fez with a white turban to go 
 
 CD 
 
 a,round it, and I put it on to the intense 
 amusement of the people, for no one but 
 
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 priests or married men wear the white tur- 
 ban. I found it comfortable, so I didn't 
 care. The rest of our party bought little 
 souvenirs of one kind and another and I 
 decided that if I did buy a puppy I would 
 call it Selim. 
 
 After this promenade we returned to the 
 hotel and had lunch and started back to Gib- 
 raltar. The passage was very rough and no- 
 body felt very well. Altogether it was the 
 most uncomfortable voyage I ever took. 
 The spray came over the boat and wet us, 
 and the poor steerage passengers were not 
 in it at all. They were about the most mis- 
 erable-set I ever did see. I wonder why it 
 is that the poor have to take all the miser- 
 ies, and suffer so. 
 
 As we skirted along the coast of Africa, 
 our attention was called to the numerous 
 watch towers half a mile apart, where the 
 Moors used to send alarms all along the 
 
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 coast in times of danger, by lighting bon- 
 fires on the tops of the towers. 
 
 Tangiers from a distance began to grow 
 beautiful again, nestled up along the side of 
 the hill and extending almost to the edge of 
 the sea. The buildings showed out whitely 
 against the blue sky and green trees, and 
 the strange architecture grew more aiid'more 
 fascinating as we drew farther away, yet 
 the passage was so rough and unpleasant 
 that we were all o^lad to see the bio- rock 
 of Gibraltar towering above our heads, and 
 we were soon at the hotel and happy to 
 be there. 
 
CHAPTER III. 
 
 GEENADA. 
 
 .Qj FTER a good night's rest we took the 
 ^7)- boat for Algerch-as, a small to\\ni across 
 the bay from Gibraltar, and there I had my 
 first experience on a European railroad train. 
 After having been examined Jby the custom 
 house officers for anything contraband we 
 took a lumbering old stage to the station, 
 where we were to commence our tour 
 through Spain. We found our train waiting 
 for us, and it looked more like a lot of horse 
 cars hitched together and drawn by a pre- 
 historic monster, than a train of cars as we 
 have them. The cars are about half as long 
 as our American cars and divided off into 
 
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 compartments which hold from six to eight 
 persons. 
 
 When the train pulls out of the station 
 the conductor — who, I think, must be the 
 missing link between man and monkey, he 
 was so agile and climbed along the outside 
 platform so well, hanging on by his side- 
 whiskers half the time — locked us in, and 
 no matter what happened we couldn't get 
 out until we reached a station. 
 
 You get in with any- or everybody that 
 goes first class. The second class is much 
 worse than the first, and the third class is 
 terrible, or at least I thought so as I peeped 
 in when I was on the platform. When the 
 cars start they jerk and struggle and fly 
 back and do all sorts of things, but at last 
 go off at a slow, uneven pace. 
 
 There was not a good chance to see the 
 country as the windows are small, and 
 those who sit in the middle of the stuffy 
 
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 seats can not look out. We reached 
 Grenada that evening, tired and dusty but 
 so glad to get out of the car that we did 
 not feel cross. 
 
 Grenada is so beautiful that no words 
 could describe it, and it is no wonder that 
 so many persons go to see it. The scenery 
 is quiet and peaceful, and the Sierra Nevada 
 Mountains in the distance and the blue riv- 
 ers, the Darro, the Genii, and the Vega, 
 winding along at their feet made a lovely 
 background. The city is large and quaint 
 and picturesque, with many interesting 
 things to see. 
 
 We rode along in the hotel coach and 
 were more than delighted with what we saw. 
 Aunt Mary looked at the neat little balco- 
 nies plastered up against the houses like 
 swallows' nests, and where there sat beau- 
 tiful Spanish ladies dressed in bright colors, 
 with rich black lace mantles over their 
 
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 heads, and wanted to transport one, ladies 
 and all, and fasten it on her own house. 
 
 These little balconies are often carved 
 and highly ornamented, and have hangings 
 of tapestries thrown over them. It was all 
 so different from anything I had seen that I 
 grew quite enthusiastic. Down in the streets 
 it is quiet, much more so than any place I 
 had yet seen. There were sleepy-looldng 
 men lounging up against the walls, and la- 
 dies sitting silent in the balconies. Even the 
 children were not very noisy except one party 
 where they were playing at bull -fight. One 
 big boy was on his knees, for the bull, and 
 three others were hopping around him with 
 sticks for lances and old rags for the red cloth. 
 
 The streets are not very wide nor are 
 they very narrow, but the houses are so 
 different from ours on the outside that as I 
 looked at the carvings, and noted the mass- 
 ive styles and strange architecture I could 
 
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 think I was dreaming. Donkeys wej^e eve- 
 rywhere. They lined the roads and patient- 
 ly bore all sorts of burdens, from grass which 
 they were not allowed to nibble, to as many 
 people as could crowd on them. I noticed 
 one sleepy little fellow with a white nose, 
 whose master was half lying on top of half 
 a ton or less of grass, which covered the don- 
 key all but his nose, and the man was play- 
 ing on his guitar while the poor little beast 
 plodded on. The donkeys provide free mu- 
 sic in Spain for all who like it. 
 
 Our hotel was at the end of one of the 
 most beautiful drives I ever saw, and there 
 we passed two most delightful days. We 
 hail a fine dinner that night, and I rose 
 early the next morning and was looking 
 about to admire the country and to see all 
 1 could, when I came across some of the ser- 
 vants in a little enclosure milking goats and 
 donkeys. After that I was afraid to eat or 
 
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 drink anything in Spain. I left that scene 
 and walked on np a hill where I got a fine 
 view of the whole great valley, and the dim 
 mountain peaks beyond. Long, winding 
 roads stretch off in every direction, through 
 the hills and valley, and little streams come 
 tumbling down from the hills and go off to 
 meet the river in the distance. I could see 
 on the summit of a hill the buildings of the 
 famous Alhambra, which have for so many 
 centuries been the admiration of all who love 
 beauty, but I overcame my desire to go up 
 there then, as we were all to go up after 
 breakfast. 
 
 As we approached the door of Justice, 
 which is the entrance to the Alhambra, the 
 guide began his speech about a gloved hand 
 over the first arch, but his English was so 
 bad that we could not understand what it 
 was all about, but it was very impressive 
 and we all listened gravely. 
 
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 From the outside the Alhambra does not 
 give any idea of the wonders of its interior, 
 but it looks like a great cluster of massive 
 buildings of different shapes and sizes. It 
 is only when you get inside that you can 
 understand it. Every room or gallery leads 
 to and is a part of something else, and the 
 fineness of work and richness of color is so 
 great that it is a long time before it can be 
 taken in detail. 
 
 We went up the narrow passage which 
 leads to the watch tower, where Cardinal 
 Mendoza first hoisted the Christian flag. The 
 Alhambra was built by the Moors and was 
 begun in 1248 and finished in 1354. The 
 whole edifice covers an oblong square 770 
 yards long by 200 wide and is on a spur of 
 the mountain range of the Sierra Nevada 
 Mountains. There was a strong wall all 
 around it flanked by thirteen towers. It is 
 said that there is space between the walls 
 
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 and the Alhambra to allow 40,000 soldiers 
 to camp. All this has trees and shrubs 
 and in many places fountains and other 
 ornamentation, but it is not well kept up. 
 There was a little village with a convent 
 and other quite large buildings erected within 
 the walls, but this seems to be pretty nearly 
 in ruins now. I think the Alhambra should be 
 left alone in its solitary grandeur, but care 
 be taken to maintain it in good preservation. 
 
 The Alhambra has been the dwelling- 
 place of kings from the Moors to Christian 
 monarchs for many centuries, and it is wor- 
 thy of a royal owner. The name "Alham- 
 bra" means the red house. The palace of 
 the Moorish kings consists of a group of 
 buildings of red bricks. On one side of the 
 square of the tower is the unfinished palace 
 of Charles V. 
 
 The two principal courts are the Court 
 of the Lions and the Patio del Eslanque ; the 
 
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 Court of Lions is one hundred feet long and 
 fifty wide, surrounded by a colonnade ten 
 feet deep, formed of Moorish arches and 
 columns. 
 
 The floor of the court is paved with beau- 
 tifully colored tiles, and everywhere is the 
 inscription in blue enamel and gold, in Ara- 
 bic, " There is no conqueror but God." In 
 the centre there is a fountain supported by 
 twelve lions, which look as much like lions 
 as a friend of mine of the same name does. 
 They are very mild and gentle looking lions. 
 Perhaps they have been tamed by the ele- 
 ments and the passage of time. It is curi- 
 ous that men capable of working out the 
 wonders of this wonderful palace could not 
 have carved out better looking animals, but 
 their talent seemed to all run to the intricate 
 work on the buildings. 
 
 The basin of the fountain is of Oriental 
 alabaster. The other principal court is the 
 
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 Patio del Eslanque, and has a large fountain 
 filled with fishes, in the middle, with marble 
 steps on each side which lead to the bottom. 
 I think this must have been for a bathing 
 tank. 
 
 The decorations are all of stucco and mo- 
 saic and vary in color, which is wonderfully 
 preserved. On one side is a circular room,, 
 with its elegant cupola, and its beautiful de- 
 signs in stucco on the w^alls. It is said that 
 Abu Abdallah assembled his Abencerrages 
 in that room and cut all their heads off and 
 let them fall into the fountain, and the guides 
 show some red spots on the marble as proof. 
 
 Opposite this hall is a little one which 
 connects with the apartments of Charles V, 
 and thence to the Sultana's dressing room. 
 In one of the corners are tiles which were 
 perforated, and the guide told us this had 
 been done to let perfumes rise from the 
 rooms below. 
 
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 The Whispering Chamber, the Hall of 
 the Ambassadors and the Audience Hall are 
 a few more of the wonderful rooms to be 
 seen in this marvel of architecture. Eooms 
 open out of rooms, and galleries out of gal- 
 leries till I believe one might be completely 
 lost in the Alhambra without a guide. 
 
 The Hall of the Ambassadors occupies 
 nearly, if not quite, all of the Comares 
 Tower, and the light enters through win- 
 dows and doorways. The latter lead out 
 into gardens, but from there you can look 
 out on the plain of Grenada. The stucco 
 ornaments are nearly two feet deep, and 
 seen from a short distance look like jewelry. 
 The tiles and mosaic work in this room are 
 very small compared with some of the 
 others, but the coloring is wonderful, much 
 of it having more yellow than any other 
 color. There is in this great place the re- 
 mains of a platform where it is supposed 
 
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 the throne was placed. It would take 
 months of study to know all the beauties 
 of the Alhambra. 
 
 It is said that there are mysterious un- 
 derground passages arranged so that people 
 could escape in case of danger, but those 
 we did not see. 
 
 One of the saddest sights is the palace 
 left unfinished by Charles V. The rest had 
 been built and occupied, and had had, so to 
 speak, their day ; but this beautiful palace 
 fell into ruins before it was ever inhabited, 
 and the empty window casements stare out 
 in a most melancholy manner. 
 
 One of the most beautiful effects is that 
 of the bright sun shining down through the 
 unroofed courts. The sky is so blue above, 
 and the shadows and sunbeams playing 
 among the columns and arches are so clear 
 cut that the more one looks at it the more 
 beautiful it is. 
 
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 There is scarcely any marble used in 
 this vast place. It is nearly all stone and 
 brick, and tiles set into the stncco in the 
 most fantastic shapes and designs. That 
 is, if they are taken singly ; if taken al- 
 together it has a wonderful beauty and 
 smoothness. The mosaics are made of 
 colored tiles, not of broken stones as they 
 are in some other places seen later. These 
 are richer in coloring than the stone mosaic 
 work, and far handsomer. 
 
 We were at the Hotel Washington Irving, 
 named so, I think, to attract American tour- 
 ists; but, it was said there that it w^as in 
 consequence of his beautiful description of 
 the Alhambra. 
 
 Grenada is beautiful always, but I think 
 it is most so at early morning or just at sun- 
 set. There are nightingales in the woods, 
 and they sing once in a while, and when they 
 are not singing you can sit and feast your 
 
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 eyes on the beautiful landscape and wait for 
 them to begin again. 
 
 A lady of our party was sure that she 
 heard one close to the hotel, but, we discov- 
 ered that it was a poor hen that was being 
 sacrificed for our luncheon on the train, and 
 I must say that aside from the chicken the 
 Spanish hotel keepers are not to be recom- 
 mended for putting up lunches. Ours was 
 mostly basket, with sour bread and eggs, 
 more remarkable for strength than anything 
 else. One was so very strong that it was 
 with difficulty that I got it out of the car 
 window, and they have curious ideas of 
 dressing a chicken. 
 
 As I said before, there are many donkeys 
 in Grenada, also beggars, many of them gyp- 
 sies. On our return from the Alhambra, we 
 met the king of the gypsies. He struck a 
 kingly attitude and let us admire him, 
 then offered to sell us his photographs for 
 
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 forty cents apiece. As soon as we had 
 bought one he bowed and returned to his 
 royal dignity backed by a stone wall. He 
 carried a long staff and was dressed in the 
 old Spanish style. His people lived at a 
 little distance from the city, and I was told 
 that the most of them lived in caverns hol- 
 lowed out of the mountain side. It is said 
 that it is very interesting to go and see their 
 dances, particularly at their festivals and 
 weddings, but it was not the right time for 
 that while we were there. 
 
 Charles and I took a short gallop through 
 the little villa o-es surroundino- Grenada, on 
 horseback, but as it threatened to rain we 
 were obliged to return. The horses we 
 saw in Spain were not very handsome, and 
 though the Spaniards ride well they man- 
 age their horses more" through the pain 
 of the cruel bit they use, than by gentle- 
 ness such as is shown by the Arabs of 
 
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 Tangier s. It was pleasure to see them 
 ride, and quite the reverse to see the Span- 
 iards on horseback. 
 
 That evening we started for Seville. 
 
CHAPTER IV. 
 
 SEVILLE. 
 
 ^lO^^E were in Seville, and found it a beau- 
 5^1 c) tiful place with even more of interest 
 than we had found in Grenada. It looked 
 more alive and fresher and newer some 
 way. The people, too, I fancied looked 
 more alert, and the houses had for the most 
 part a more modern appearance, yet it was 
 all so different from our own country that it 
 had all the delio^ht of a strano;e sioht. As 
 we wandered through the city we could see 
 beautiful o^ardens, throuo-h the lattice work 
 of the gates. These were wrought very 
 finely, in a great variety of patterns of iron, 
 and some were gilded. There were patios 
 
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 inside with fountains and no end of flowers 
 of every kind. I suppose it was not very 
 polite to peep through these gratings at the 
 private gardens inside, but we did it, 
 and often saw statues and splendid carv- 
 ings around the fountains. After all, 
 it may be that these open gratings were 
 put there on purpose for people to look 
 through. 
 
 After a long stroll through the city, we 
 went to the Alcazar, which the guide tells, 
 you was built for a palace for Don Pedro the 
 cruel. The palace is beautiful in its design 
 and coloring, and has an Oriental look. The 
 color and patterns are woven in together so 
 that they look like cloth like that they make 
 the India shawls of. The roofs of the dif- 
 ferent portions of the immense building rise 
 in domes of diflerent sizes, and the effect is 
 very light and graceful, and it reminds one 
 very much of the Alhambra, but is in better 
 
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 preservation. The colors on the walls m the 
 mysterious patterns are as fresh as if they 
 were painted yesterday. 
 
 After we had gone through the Alcazar 
 and admired all its beauties to the full con- 
 tent of the guide, we visited the Cathedral, 
 which is a fine building, and the Giralda 
 stands by its side. The Giralda is a tower 
 and was built bv the Moors, and seeino- what 
 beautiful work they did, and noting that 
 nearly all the fine buildings in Spain were 
 built by those same old Moors, I think it 
 is a pity they were driven away. 
 
 The Giralda is the lightest and most 
 graceful tower I saw abroad. It is said that 
 the tower at Madison Square is modelled 
 after it, but as nearly as I can recollect ours 
 cannot be as large. We went to see the 
 picture gallery where there are twenty-four 
 pictures by Murillo, and we also saw his 
 house. 
 
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 It is a pretty sight to watch the people 
 come out of the Cathedral. The ladies 
 nearly all wear the Spanish mantilla. When 
 they wear it to church the lace falls over 
 the hair down to the forehead, and at other 
 times it is put on the head over the high 
 comb and a couple of red roses, and then 
 carried backward and crossed over, and is 
 held by only one pin. The ends are brought 
 around across the waist and fastened there 
 by some more roses. If ladies knew how 
 pretty they would look in these lace man- 
 tillas every woman in America would want 
 one. I bought one for my mother. 
 
 The children in Seville are dark, but 
 pretty, with large, dark eyes and white 
 teeth, and they are always laughing. The 
 ladies are pretty, too, and the men are 
 polite and never too busy to speak kindly 
 to a stranger. I liked Seville very much. 
 We went to the market place and bought a 
 
EUKOPE SEEN THKOUGH A BOY's EYES. 61 
 
 number of trinkets which are very cheap, 
 and several kinds of fruit. The oranges are 
 delicious. 
 
 After this we saw some of Columbus' 
 work, and some of his writing, and a num- 
 ber of other curiosities, and then we went 
 to a tobacco factory where seven thousand 
 women were employed, three thousand of 
 them in one room. Those who had babies 
 took them along Avith them when they went 
 to work, and they were taken care of. It 
 is said that it makes the people very sick 
 with cramps when they first begin to work 
 in a tobacco factory, but no one that I saw 
 looked sick. The little children were all 
 rosy and plump and as lively as tadpoles in 
 a pond. 
 
 We went to see the House of Pilate, 
 which a rich man built after he had been to 
 the Holy Land. He had this house built as 
 an exact reproduction of Pontius Pilate's 
 
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 house in Jerusalem. Everything looked so 
 strange and different from the things outside 
 the building that one could well believe it 
 was in some far off country and that we were 
 living in the time when such things were. 
 
 Seville is a walled city, and is built on 
 the banks of the Guadalquiver. The w^alls 
 are over three miles around and for the 
 most part are in a good state of preservation. 
 It is a beautiful city, seen from both outside 
 ani inside. It is mostly built of light- col- 
 ored building material or painted in bright 
 colors, that is, the wooden portion is. This 
 city, with its Alcazar, and all its greatest 
 edifices was originally founded by the Moors. 
 On the hills surrounding Seville are num- 
 bers of ruined castles and towers, and every- 
 where are orange and olive gardens. The 
 Alcazar is nearly as fine as the Alhambra. 
 
 Several of the churches were originally 
 mosques, or Moorish towers, rebuilt or al- 
 
EUKOPE SEEN THKOUGH A BOY's EYES. 63 
 
 tered enough to serve the purpose, and over 
 it all there hangs a mysterious air of the 
 dead and gone past. 
 
 We v^ould have liked to stay in Seville 
 longer, but our time was limited, and that 
 evening we left for Cordova and reached 
 there the next morning and we had but 
 a short time for siojht seein^-. We drove 
 through the principal streets, and to the 
 grand mosque, which is another place built 
 by the Moors, and as it was too beautiful 
 to destroy, and besides would have been a 
 good deal of work, it has remained to be a 
 centre of interest. Cordova is a very old 
 town, and the houses are weather-beaten 
 and ancient. There are many very ancient 
 families who live in Cordova, in their old 
 feudal style, as well as it can be made to 
 fit in with nineteenth century ways. They 
 drive out every fair evening in open carriages, 
 it is said, and go slowly through the quiet 
 
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 streets to the regular promenade, and they 
 bow to their friends, and listen to the music 
 of the band as their carriages pass and re- 
 pass the music stand. Then they drive 
 over the old bridge and back home. 
 
 This city is walled, and the wall was 
 built, the guide told us, by the Romans who 
 founded the city, and seen from outside looks 
 much like an old fortress, and it has a more 
 ancient appearance than the other cities in 
 Spain, more I think in the shape and out- 
 lines of the wall and buildings than any act- 
 ual decay. 
 
 The bridge was built by the Romans and 
 all through the city are remains of their 
 style of architecture, and there are arches, 
 temples and gates- still in pretty good pres- 
 ervation. We all like to look at ruins and 
 relics while abroad, but I don't believe 
 Americans would care very much to have 
 them home. The great Cathedral was built 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 65 
 
 for a mosque, and that mosque was built on 
 the spot where the Romans had had a tem- 
 ple to Janus. 
 
 This Cathedral looks like a fortress out- 
 side and is enormously large on the inside, 
 giving the idea of immense space. There 
 were rows on rows of beautiful columns of 
 semi-precious stones. I think there are 
 over a thousand columns. 
 
 All the country around seems to be very 
 fertile, and certainly it is beautiful. 
 
CHAPTER y. 
 
 MADEID. 
 
 /GIfFTER we had seen all that we could 
 -^^^-^ crowd into one day we left Cordova for 
 Madrid and reached there the next day, hav- 
 ing passed Toledo without stopping. We 
 stayed in Madrid four days. 
 
 I cannot begin to tell half of the things I 
 saw in Madrid. There was so much to see, 
 that it is confused, and, if it had not been 
 for more sedate -minded Charles I should not 
 have been able to place anything, as he 
 kindly furnished me his notes of what we 
 saw there. 
 
 Madrid is a grand city but not well pla- 
 ced, as it is in the middle of a wide plain, 
 
EUROPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 67 
 
 when it could have been built on some of 
 the low mountains that surround it. The 
 streets must have originally been goat tracks, 
 as the oldest parts of " old Madrid " are the 
 most crooked I ever saw, and I have been to 
 Boston. But the more modern portion has 
 straighter streets, some broad and fine. The 
 public gardens look from a distance like a 
 colored patchwork quilt. The Prado is one 
 of the finest drives in the world. Every- 
 where there are statues and trophies and 
 historical houses, and the homes of the old 
 nobility of Spain. Each of these families 
 has a history that is generally associated 
 with the history of the country in some way. 
 As to pictures Madrid is rich in the choic- 
 est works of most of the Old Masters, and I 
 think I saw them all. I know I saw a great 
 many, but the backgrounds of nearly all of 
 these are dark and confused, still the faces 
 are wonderful. Perhaps when I get older 
 
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 and know more I shall like them better. I 
 got photographs of them all. 
 
 The churches are so many that it would 
 be impossible to name them all, and the 
 people seem very devout, and go to church 
 regularly, even if they do go to a bull -fight 
 later. I saw some of the famous pictures 
 painted by Murillo. We saw all the picture 
 galleries, and went through the public gar- 
 dens and parks, which are very fine and 
 well kept up. There was a grand parade, 
 but what it was for I could not find out, but 
 I think it must have been some sort of re- 
 ligious celebration. I went to visit Seiior 
 Sagasta, by appointment, but on account of 
 the fete all the royal family were away, and 
 he had to go with them, so I did not see the 
 baby King of Spain, nor Senor Sagasta 
 either, to my great regret, for I could not 
 remain until they returned to the city. But 
 I saw the palace. 
 
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 We took a train and went out to the 
 Escurial, which is situated about twenty-five 
 miles from Madrid, and it is said to be one 
 of the most remarkable buildings in the 
 world. It was built by Philip II. of Spain 
 in memory of a victory over the French, 
 and is built on the same plan as St. Peter's 
 at Rome. 
 
 There is a gallery of famous paintings 
 and a renowned library, a college and a 
 cloister, and no end of other apartments and 
 rooms. It is set in the midst of ruo-o-ed 
 
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 mountains, and is built of dark stone. It is 
 surrounded by well kept and beautiful gar- 
 dens. In the park there are many fountains 
 of the most exquisite workmanship. The 
 monarchs of Spain often spend their sum- 
 mers here, and no one could blame them. 
 The great building has been constructed so 
 as to form hollow courts, and the ouide 
 said it was to represent the gridiron on 
 
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 which St. Lawrence was broiled. And the 
 guide said, also, that there were 14,000 
 doors and 11,000 windows, and the windows 
 are all square, not arched or otherwise dec- 
 orated. I think the building by far the more 
 impressive, seen from the inside. There 
 seems to be an endless line of galleries and 
 rooms each a part of the general effect. The 
 pictures are rare and fine ; but the library 
 struck me most. There is no possibility of 
 counting the rare and remarkable books 
 gathered here, and I hope they are well in- 
 sured, though no insurance could replace 
 them. I saw an English gentleman light a 
 cigar and throw the lighted match right be- 
 hind a shelf of books in a very careless manner. 
 
 At the Escorial, or Escurial, as some call 
 it, Ave saw the tombs of several kings, and 
 those of the infantas. 
 
 We also saw the Pantheon and the Royal 
 Palace, and visited a monastery, where every- 
 
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 thing was so strange and silent as to seem 
 almost unreal. 
 
 At the Escm^al we bought some sweet 
 lemons, the first that I ever saw ; but, alto- 
 gether, 1 think I never passed such a miser- 
 able, unhappy day as that spent there. 
 Everything went wrong, and it was dull, 
 cold and gloomy, and so my remembrance 
 of the Escurial is shrouded in dull clouds. 
 
 One of the odd sights in Madrid is to 
 watch the traveling merchants. Each one 
 carries his wares slung all over him. Some- 
 times it is pots that he sells, of every shape 
 and color. Sometimes chairs and again 
 fruit, or almost anything. The men who 
 sell these things stick to the national cos- 
 tume but many of the fairly well to do, and 
 almost all of those who are well off wear 
 European clothes and the most of the wom- 
 en wear bonnets. There was one man who 
 was fat and red faced who had a basket full 
 
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 of cakes or pies, and another who wandered 
 apparently aimlessly about with a couple of 
 dead rabbits for sale. They sell everything 
 in the streets of Madrid — from things that 
 we would consider entirely worthless to 
 watches and quite fine jewelry and curios. 
 We have plenty of street peddlers, but they 
 do not look picturesque, nor do they lounge 
 against walls that are fairly honeycombed 
 with age, and the stories the guides tell 
 about them. Some of those stories are 
 pretty hard. How many places have been 
 pointed out as ancient prisons where beauti- 
 ful young princesses and kings and queens 
 have been kept, or perhaps beheaded, I do 
 not know. I lost count of them, but I got 
 the impression that nobody that had royal 
 blood ever died a natural death. 
 
 There are a good many gypsies in Mad- 
 rid, and they are very sharp and shrewd, and 
 if you buy anything of them you are almost 
 
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 sure to be taken in. I did not buy anything 
 of them, but I bought a nice cane for my 
 father, of Toledo make. I did not want to 
 burden myself with a lot of stuff almost in 
 the beginning of my voyage, but I felt sorry 
 afterwards that I did not o^et some thino^s I 
 wanted and that I could not find after. 
 
 Charles and I tramped as we had done 
 at Grrenada, and left dear Aunt Mary to rest, 
 as the railway ride and so much sight- seeing 
 were too much for her, still she went around 
 with us a good deal. She was very patient 
 with us though I fear we were noisy and a 
 little crazy with the novelty and pleasure of 
 seeing so many wonders. We wanted her to 
 go and see the bull -fight, but she drew the 
 line risht there. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 A BULL- FIGHT IN MADRID. 
 
 ^iQ^HEN you are in Madrid you are ex- 
 &>^c) pected to see a bull-fight as much as 
 you are to see all the churches and palaces. 
 Indeed if one or the other were to be left 
 unseen it would be the churches, for the 
 bull -fight is considered of far lupre import- 
 ance, at least by the Spanish. 
 
 Charles and I took a cab and drove to 
 the place where every Sunday at three 
 o'clock they have their bull -fights. This 
 day was a holiday, and on that account the 
 fight took place on Saturday. It was on 
 the outskirts of the city and at the end of 
 one of the principal streets. 
 

 
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 There is a large amphitheatre which will 
 hold 20,000 persons, and it presents a pic- 
 turesque sight when full of people, — the 
 women in bright colors, with their black lace 
 mantillas and waving fans. The men are 
 dressed more brilliantly than the women, 
 and all wait impatiently for the fight to 
 beo'in. 
 
 The ring is of sandy earth surrounded by 
 a boarded wall which one might call double, 
 as there is a low one first over which the 
 bull -fighters can jump when too closely 
 pressed, and around the inner one is a nar- 
 row platform to aid the men in .their leaps 
 to safety. There are large numbers painted 
 on the outer wall, but I do not know what 
 they were for. Above the outer wall are 
 arranged the seats and boxes, that of the 
 king being directly in the centre. We 
 secured seats by the side of the king's box 
 and so had a good view. 
 
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 The bull-fighters were all dressed in bril- 
 liant colors, with much embroidery and gold 
 lace, and they wore their hair in little braid- 
 ed tails or in twists, and they were all very 
 fancy when they went into the ring, but 
 looked pretty dirty and ragged before the 
 fight was ended. 
 
 The entrance fee is graduated so that 
 anybody can go, even the very beggars. 
 Women and children go, too, and as soon as 
 mass is over they throng the place, and sit 
 waiting impatiently for the sound of the 
 trumpet which is the sign it is about to 
 begin. 
 
 When we arrived the ring was crowded, 
 and as it was too early for the fight the 
 people amused themselves by throwing 
 oranges from the ring to the galleries with 
 sure aim. 
 
 The bulls are generally six and chosen, I 
 am told, from nearby places. They are kept 
 
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 for twenty -four hours without food or water 
 and m a dark place. 
 
 When the appointed time comes the mu- 
 sic plays and the trumpet sounds and a pro- 
 cession of matadors, picadores and espados 
 enter the ring and march around, and as they 
 reach the king's box they take off their hats 
 and salute it whether the king is there or 
 not. Then the key is thrown to the guar- 
 dian of the gate who unlocks the cage. This 
 time as the door opened there came out a 
 young bull with sharp horns set close to- 
 gether, which are much more deadly than 
 those spreading wider. The men took their 
 places before the bull was fairly in the ring. 
 He dashed forward, half blinded by the light, 
 and there he stood pawing and smelling the 
 the ground. Then he rushed at the nearest 
 matador, but the rush was skillfully dodged 
 by the aid of a large red cloth fluttered be- 
 fore the bull's eyes. 
 
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 Each matador in turn then teased the 
 bull with the red rag, and as he would make 
 a wild rush at one or the other they would 
 lightly step aside or let him pass under their 
 arms so close that it would make me shudder. 
 
 Afcer ten or fifteen minuses of torment- 
 ing the bull, the horses were brought in and 
 mounted by the picadores, who were gor- 
 geously dressed, and carried lances with 
 short spikes. 
 
 The horses were the poorest, most mis- 
 erable looking creatures I ever saw, and they 
 were thin and lame. It is said that some- 
 thing is given them which gives them a sem- 
 blance, of spirit for a little while. They are 
 blindfolded and have the cruel Spanish bit 
 in their mouths, and with all these tortures 
 the poor brutes are spurred on to almost cer- 
 tain death. 
 
 The first horse was brought about five 
 yards from the bull who stood looking at him 
 
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 and pawing the ground. Then he charged 
 full on the horse and was received by the 
 mounted picador with a prick from the 
 lance. Sometimes the horse was lifted up 
 over the bull's head, rider and all, but gen- 
 erally the bull gored the horse to death. 
 
 The moment the bull would see a horse 
 he would make a dash for him and nearly 
 always manage to catch the horse under the 
 stomach and throw horse and rider over. 
 One rider was hurt and was carried off by 
 two men. I saw ten horses killed in this 
 way by eight bulls, and six bulls killed by 
 the men. The people appeared to enjoy 
 the killing of the horses intensely. 
 
 When a horse was too dead to be dragged 
 to his feet with blows or forced to stagger 
 blindly along leaving streams of blood be- 
 hind him, the bull would be enticed away 
 while the dead horse was dragged out and 
 then it was the bull's own turn to be killed, 
 
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 but he at least has one chance, as he can 
 see as far as the dust and rage will permit. 
 
 The matadors would entice the bull away 
 with their red rags, and when he would 
 plunge at them they would dart nimbly 
 aside, and thrust short darts into the bull's 
 neck. They throw six or eight into one 
 bull's neck, making the blood trickle down 
 in streams, and enraging him still more. 
 The horsemen . have usually given the bull 
 several prods with the lance before this. 
 Towards the last when he begins to grow 
 exhausted they used darts that were bombs, 
 and these would explode and burst into 
 flame making the poor animal bellow with 
 pain. 
 
 Sticking these darts into the bull's neck 
 is one of the hardest and most dangerous 
 things to do. But after a while the bull be- 
 gins to totter and waver in his motions and 
 foam tinged with blood runs from his mouth. 
 
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 and then the last act in the drama of his 
 life begins. The man whose business it is 
 to finish the killing of the bull stands off a 
 few yards and begins lifting his arms up 
 and dow^n until the bull with his eyes blood- 
 shot and his tongue hanging out makes one 
 final rush forward and charges upon the man, 
 who lightly steps aside and reaches over the 
 bull's horns and places two darts one in each 
 shoulder, hampering the bull's movements. 
 Then the espado steps forward with his 
 short, sharp sword and red rag teasing the 
 wretched creature until he finds his weakest 
 point, and watching his chance plunges the 
 sword into the neck, and if the blow be a 
 true one, and it generally is, the bull falls 
 dead as if struck by lightning. 
 
 As soon as the last shiver has passed 
 over the bull the espado jumps upon the 
 body and stabs it once or twice more and 
 then strikes a circus attitude while the peo- 
 
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 pie go wild, and shout and throw bouquets, 
 cigars and hats into the ring. The espado 
 throws the hats back but the rest are his 
 own. It is said that people often throw him 
 jewels and other valuables, but that I did 
 not see. 
 
 As soon as two or three horses and one 
 bull are killed, more are brought in, and the 
 same thing is repeated with little variation. 
 Some bulls have very little fight in them, and 
 the people shout to " kill him " and such have 
 little mercy. The people judge of the suc- 
 cess of the bull -fight by the number of de- 
 crepit horses mangled and killed, and I heard 
 that not long ago there was very nearly a 
 revolution because there were not horses 
 enough killed in the fights. 
 
 After the horses and bulls were all killed, 
 they let in a young bull with covered horns, 
 and all the gamins were permitted to go in 
 the ring against him, and he tossed them 
 
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 around to his heart's content to the great 
 delight of the people, who seem to look upon 
 this as the farce after the tragedy. 
 
 Aside from the bull -fights there are thea- 
 tres, and the public promenades on the Prado 
 of afternoons by way of amusements in Mad- 
 rid, and also operas in season. The Spanish 
 love music very much, and it seems as if 
 every one can play on the guitar and sing. 
 
CHAPTER YII. 
 
 BUKGOS TO THE KIVIEEA. 
 
 |E left for Burgos, on our way across 
 c) the Pyrenees to France, after a most 
 wretched day. It was cold and windy, and 
 there was nothing to do but wait for the 
 train which left at 12.30 that night, and 
 therefore made but a short stay in that city ; 
 but we visited several points of interest, 
 among them the Town Hall, where they keep 
 the bones of the Cid in a case. There is a 
 castle which was built in 895 A. D., and it 
 is very interesting to those who love antiq- 
 uities. Every foot of ground and every great 
 building is more or less historic in Spain, and 
 worthy of careful study. 
 
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 When we were on our way across the 
 great chain of mountains I felt really sad to 
 leave Spain with her almost universal look 
 of past glories, and pass over the snow -clad 
 Pyrenees into France. 
 
 Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt 
 sure that the landscape wore a lighter, trim- 
 mer look. Wherever we passed a farm or 
 village everything was clean and neat and 
 the people were at work, instead of lounging 
 around, smoking vile black cigars. Really, 
 laziness is brought to a fine art in Spain, and 
 if the Moors hadn't built these grand old edi- 
 fices I don't believe there would have ever 
 been any Spain, but now the people have to 
 live up to them to a certain degree. 
 
 Along towards dark we began to come 
 from under the shadow of those great moun- 
 tains and draw near Pan, and I think I was 
 never more glad than when we arrived at 
 that beautiful place. We passed several 
 
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 farms near that famous health resort, and I 
 saw cows. Here, I thought, one can venture 
 on a good glass of milk — and later I did. 
 There was no chalk there nor water, and 
 how good the milk was ! 
 
 I cannot describe the grand and beautiful 
 scenery on the way from Burgos to Pau. It 
 was wild and savage in some parts and peace- 
 ful and charming in others, but some of the 
 mountain peaks were simply terrible — they 
 were so rugged and barren. We spun 
 around the mountains and across trestle 
 bridges in a manner to make your hair curl, 
 and I never expect to see so grand and sub- 
 lime a sight again as the heart of the Pyre- 
 nees. It must have been something of an 
 undertaking in the old days to march an 
 army through and over these rugged moun- 
 tains and wild gorges. 
 
 Pau is at the foot of^ these great snow- 
 covered mountains, and from one window 
 
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 you can look from the hotel and count the 
 high white peaks, and from the other you 
 can see the low and pleasant country where 
 it is like a garden. Many Americans gather 
 at Pau in the winter. From Pau we went 
 to Cannes, passing through Marseilles and 
 Toulouse. 
 
 We were two hours only in Marseil- 
 les, and had little time to see anything, 
 but what I did I liked very much. The 
 people all seemed busy and active. The 
 French people are workers by nature and 
 very neat and clean. We saw many for- 
 eigners in their national costumes, and 
 suppose they belonged to the ships, which 
 gathered there from all countries. The 
 stores are so neat and orderly that it is 
 a pleasure to see them. The Canebiere is 
 something worth seeing, for there is more 
 business done there in an hour than any- 
 where else in Europe. They say in Mar- 
 
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 seilles that if Paris had a Canebiere it would 
 be nearly as good as a little Marseilles. 
 
 From Marseilles we went on to Toulouse, 
 where we spent the evening, but saw next 
 to nothing there, as our time was so limited. 
 We reached Cannes the last day of March, 
 and started for Nice four days later. Can- 
 nes is an interesting city, and is most beau- 
 tifully situated on the shores of a curving 
 bay, and is built up on the hill -side. In 
 the distance can be seen a dim line of moun- 
 tains, and there are always many sailing 
 boats drawn up along the shore, with what 
 I believe they call lateen sails, which look 
 far too big for the boats. The old part of 
 the city is very interesting with a style of 
 architecture new to us, and quaint and ro- 
 mantic. 
 
 There are a great many semi-tropica] 
 plants there that made it seem very pleas- 
 ant, particularly along the Boulevard de la 
 
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 Croisette. This is a wide and well paved 
 street, extending along tlie bay and bordered 
 with palm trees. Along the upper side of 
 this street are handsome houses with fine 
 gardens with luxuriant flowers and trees, 
 and between all the houses are green trees 
 and creeping vines. 
 
 There are many invalids in Cannes, and 
 many very nice hotels to receive them. 
 There are pleasant sails around the bay, and 
 drives around the outskirts of the city, and 
 a magnificent view of a large tract of beau- 
 tiful country lying below the top of quite a 
 high hill upon which one portion of the city 
 is built. 
 
 There are the usual number of churches 
 and other places of general interest to see, but 
 I cannot now recall what they were. I only 
 know that we liked Cannes, and that it had 
 a restful air about it, and that no one seems 
 to care very much about working while 
 
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 there. The scenery is not wild, but the old 
 part of the town is picturesque, both from a 
 distance and when in it. I think the rest 
 there did Aunt Mary good, and I know it did 
 me, and I gave up to it all I could. 
 
 From there we went to Nice where we 
 stayed about a week. It is no wonder so 
 many persons go there, and afterwards forget 
 that there is any other place in the world. 
 All you want to do is to wander about and 
 see the strange faces of people from every- 
 where, many of them Americans and Eng- 
 lish. The people from these two countries, 
 I think, must just about support Nice. It 
 has a very even climate and the sun shines 
 nearly always, so that many persons with 
 weak chests go there. The gardens around 
 are pleasant and the trees are semi-tropical 
 with many palms and other plants that give 
 Nice the air of a hot-house built out-doors. 
 The hotel where we stayed fronts the bay, 
 
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 and from the windows one has a splendid 
 picture painted by nature i' self. The Prome- 
 nade des Anglaises is a fine street, and at 
 all hours you will see people riding or walk- 
 ing along and making the most of the pleas- 
 ant hours. 
 
 Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo, and Mentone, 
 are so near together that it is a pleasanVand 
 not tiresome trip to go from one to another. 
 Aunt Mary was so tired that she preferred 
 to rest, and so Charles and I started from 
 Nice to Monte Carlo on bicycles, where we 
 had hoped to see the famous gambling place. 
 
 We rode along the Cornichi roadway 
 nine miles. This is a smooth and excellent 
 road, built by Napoleon, very steep, and it 
 lies along the sea, often shut on one side by 
 high cliffs, and in two or three places it goes 
 through a tunnel, or arcli of rock. The 
 ride that day is one that I shall long re- 
 member. The blue sky was reflected in the 
 
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 still water, which was so clear that we 
 could see every pebble, and we saw lovely 
 flowers OTOwino; in the crevices of the rocks 
 above ns. There is a stone wall nearly 
 breast-high along the sea edge of this fine 
 road. 
 
 We reached Monte Carlo tired and dus- 
 ty, and looked too disreputable to be per- 
 mitted to enter the gambling hall at Monaco. 
 So we consoled ourselves by strolling around 
 and admiring the surroundings. It seems 
 as if everything that human minds could in- 
 vent in the way of beautiful surprises had 
 been put in that place. Rare flowers and 
 plants, fountains and statues, wunding walks 
 and fancy seats and little kiosks were eve- 
 rywhere. We saw many people wandering 
 around but nearly all had their eyes turned 
 towards the promontory where the great 
 gambling hall was. Later we all came to 
 Monte Carlo and spent a whole afternoon 
 
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 and evening, and the elder members of the 
 party went into the great hall to see the 
 gambling. No one is admitted who is under 
 21. We drove about the place which has 
 been made one of the most enticing places 
 in the world, and all this has been paid for 
 out of the money lost at the gaming tables. 
 Charles and I were very hungry after our 
 long ride that day and as we were to return 
 we thought we would have some refresh- 
 ment and ordered evervthino- we wanted, but 
 when we came to pay our bill it took every 
 cent we had with us, and did not leave any- 
 thing for the waiter, and he was so angry 
 that one would have thought he had been 
 wilfully defrauded of a million dollars. On 
 the way I think we met every beggar in 
 the country, and after giving to the first 
 ones all we could spare we had to hurry past 
 the rest, looking up at the clinging vines and 
 pretending not to see their outstretched 
 
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 hands. Some of them were really pitiful 
 objects. One man I saw without legs, and 
 another a hunchback dwarf. They are of 
 all ages, from little children who will drop 
 their playthings and run after travelers for 
 small coins, and return to play, if they are 
 fortunate or unlucky, with the same spirit. 
 There are old beo^oarg whose wrinkled faces 
 and round backs tell of much hardship, and 
 there ar6 no end of blind and lame beggars. 
 No person could give them all money. Near- 
 ly all were, barefooted, and two or three 
 times I felt an impulse to give some of 
 them a card which would have been good 
 for a pair of shoes in New York. I don't 
 see how it is that there are so many beggars 
 abroad that make a regular business of it. 
 Who gives them enough to live on, and how 
 do they live ? Does there not come a day 
 when no one gives them anything and they 
 simply die of hunger or do they get used to 
 
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 living without food. I do not know, but 
 this I do know, the sight of so much suffer- 
 ing was like a perpetual repi'oach to me. I 
 cannot understand how God creates some 
 people to suffer want and misery all their 
 whole lives, and they are good people, too, 
 and others have so much that they cannot 
 begin to enjoy a thousandth part of it. But, 
 He knows and it must be right. 
 
 After we had left Monte Carlo we went 
 to Genoa. 
 
CHAPTER YUl. 
 
 GENOA. 
 
 ,^F Nice and Cannes, Mentone and Monte 
 ^ Carlo are beautifnl Genoa is interesting. 
 We passed through that city going to Pisa, 
 and Florence, and stayed there some days on 
 our return and so I shall put all I saw there 
 in one chapter. 
 
 The harbor of Genoa is not large but 
 the commerce is, and the ships and steam- 
 ers and smaller craft are warped in in a 
 wonderful manner, and they lay so close 
 to each other that parties visit other ves- 
 sels just as we might call on a next door 
 neighbor. The harbor is protected by the 
 moles, or we would call them bulkheads. 
 
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 but it makes it safe for shipping in heavy 
 storms. 
 
 Genoa is not a very pretty city close to 
 it or when in it. The houses in some of the 
 old streets are so high and the streets so nar- 
 row that they are slimy and smell musty, 
 for the sun never gets in. When the foun- 
 ders of this city begun it they had all out- 
 doors to build on, and it is hard to under- 
 stand how it was that they made such nar- 
 row streets. I know some are not over six 
 feet wide. Down in these narrow streets 
 are many shops, particularly of the fila- 
 gree workers, and the mosaic makers, and 
 I think relic and coin factories, where 
 relics and old coins are skilfully imitated 
 to be sold to foreigners, who are their 
 legitimate prey. Some of the silver and 
 gold filagree is very beautiful and finely 
 wrought. I think filagree work is a spe- 
 cialty with the Genoese. Some of it 
 
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 looks like the tracings of frost on the 
 windows. 
 
 All along the port there is a wide quay, 
 which is the chosen promenade of all the 
 Genoese and there are many more of them 
 than the size of the city would lead one to 
 expect. I liked to watch them walk slowly 
 along, and in fact, I saw no one in a hurry 
 while there. Everything is "piano-piano" 
 there, even the stevedores on the dock taking 
 things easy. 
 
 Genoa is built on seven hills, and there 
 has been little attempt at grading the streets 
 except in the most modern part. The old 
 houses nearly all have stucco ornaments. 
 The newer ones are quite fine. Some of the 
 palaces of the ancient nobility are interest- 
 ing to see, and become still more so as you 
 listen to the wildly romantic histories given 
 them by the guides. Nearly all have trees 
 and gardens wherever it is possible, and the 
 
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 parks and public gardens are very fine and 
 clean. They have fine music in one of these 
 parks evenings. There are 212,000 inhabit- 
 ants and they are all music lovers. How 
 many palaces there are I cannot tell, as I 
 think we saw some of them more than once, 
 but there were many and all fine buildings. 
 And there are several, I think ten, forts and 
 a wall and ramparts. This was the first time 
 I had ever seen a fortified city, and it struck 
 me very much, and the fortifications were 
 more interesting to me than anything else. 
 
 There are many churches, and in most 
 of them were fine paintings, among them 
 several by Rubens, who, they tell you lived 
 in Genoa awhile, and there were other 
 famous paintings, some in churches and some 
 in the private palaces where they allow vis- 
 itors at certain hours during the day. 
 
 Of course, we hear all about Cristofero 
 Colombo, and are dras^^^ed around throu^ih 
 
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 narrow streets and decayed houses to see 
 this or that thing that had had some con- 
 nection with the man that gave ns the great- 
 est country in the world, and at last as the 
 crowning sight we were hauled up before 
 the monument the Genoese have had erected 
 in the plaza before the railway station — the 
 Plaza Aquaverde. It is a large and beauti- 
 ful statue and has a pedestal that is covered 
 with allegorical figures, representing wisdom, 
 science, geography, strength, and religion. 
 The statue is of marble, and Columbus leans 
 on an anchor, and at the foot of the statue is 
 a figure representing America waiting to be 
 discovered. Between the figures mentioned 
 above there are bas reliefs representing 
 scenes on the voyage of Columbus. All 
 around the statue are palm trees and a 
 beautiful park. There is a palace almost 
 opposite with marble carvings also represent- 
 ing scenes from the life of Columbus. 
 
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 The streets of Genoa are very interesting, 
 particularly those where you can take long 
 drives. One of them leads up and around 
 the fortifications, and winds among the hills 
 and up and down them, and past the poor 
 house which has space for 1300 persons, and 
 is always full. Another leads down along 
 the shore and from there the city looks its 
 best. Another leads outside of the city to 
 the great camphor tree gardens, we did not 
 know about that until too late to go and see 
 it, but it is said to be very interesting to see. 
 
 The royal palace is a handsome building 
 and it is open daily for the people to see the 
 pictures and statues and the rooms, which 
 are magnificently furnished. It is only while 
 the royal family is absent that strangers are 
 allowed to go through them. 
 
 I remember that we took one drive back 
 of the city, along a low stretch of country 
 that was made very interesting by the pic- 
 
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 turesque appearance of the people. The 
 ground was low and for the most part mar- 
 shy, and it was here that I saw people get- 
 ting peat for the first time. These peat beds 
 are said to be the largest known. They 
 shave off the surface of the soggy ground, 
 and cut it into squares and dry it, and burn 
 it instead of wood. It is said to give a clear, 
 steady flame with very little smoke. It 
 struck me as being an improvement on our 
 way of getting fuel, as you do not have to 
 mine, chop or saw this. 
 
 The Campo Santo was just beyond these 
 peat beds, and the grave-stones looked like 
 so many little houses. The Campo Santo is 
 the burial ground of the wealthy and distin- 
 guished Genoese, and resembles Westmins- 
 ter Abbey in that respect. Some of the 
 sculpture on the tombs is very beautiful, but 
 some of the carvings look like designs made 
 and carried out by some little child. They 
 
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 are simply awful. We walked all around 
 the galleries and saw all the tombs of note, 
 but we felt rather depressed and disappoin- 
 ted in some ways, as we had been led to 
 expect wonders. Perhaps if we had known 
 the histories of the people buried there we 
 might have felt more interested in their 
 tombs, and it is very depressing to walk 
 about in a cemetery anyhow. 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 PISA. 
 
 6]>R0NT0, Pronto, came from all along the 
 (^f line of guards, and click, click came 
 from the locks, and we moved off towards 
 Pisa from Genoa. We passed through 85 
 tunnels between the two cities, catching at 
 times glimpses of snow- clad mountains, 
 lovely valleys, and queer little towns as 
 we rode along. We had stopped over night 
 at Genoa, and now were on our way again. 
 After nearly four miserable hours we ar- 
 rived at Pisa. The Duomo and the Lean- 
 ing Tower Avere plainly visible as we ap- 
 proached, but on entering the city we 
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 that have been famous so many genera- 
 tions. 
 
 As we passed through the city gates our 
 belongings were examined to be sure that 
 we had nothing dutiable, and as we had not 
 we were allowed to go in. I wonder what 
 they would have done if we had any. 
 
 The hotel we stopped at was on the right 
 bank of the Arno along which is the princi- 
 pal street of Pisa. Pisa is a small but ancient^ 
 city with about 38,000 inhabitants. The 
 Cathedral, the Leaning Tower, and Campo 
 Santo are spoken of as the great points of 
 interest and to see them all tourists go, but 
 I found very many more things to see that 
 interested me. The old and quaint archi- 
 tecture, the dark faces of the majority of the 
 people, the air of being very far behind the 
 times, the queer little shops, the keen, sharp 
 faces of the children, and the hopeless droop- 
 ing visages of the old people, and the gen- 
 
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 eral "take life easy" air of all others, 
 were like so many living pictures to carry 
 away in my mind. 
 
 The next day after our arrival we pro- 
 cured a guide, and put ourselves into his 
 hands unconditionally, and let him lead us 
 where he would. He took us first, as in 
 duty bound, to see what is called the finest 
 group of buildings in the world. The Cath- 
 edral forms a Latin cross, bo'h outside and 
 in. There is a platform of five steps of 
 marble, and the bronze doors are most beau- 
 tiful. 
 
 As we entered the door a blind beggar 
 began his pitiful wail of " meurs de faim," 
 until he received some money. I tried to 
 harden my heart all I could to the persist- 
 ent and often impudent demands of all sorts 
 of beggars, but there is something so dismal 
 in the thought of a man shut in the darkness 
 and holding out his hand for help that may 
 
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 or may not come, and which he cannot 
 seek in any other way, that if all the beg- 
 gars I saw had been blind, I should have 
 had to hold out my own hand too. 
 
 The Cathedral is so cold that one feels as 
 if he had got into an ice house and it chilled 
 me through so that I had to leave as soon 
 as I possibly could. In the Nave there is a 
 large bronze lamp suspended from the ceil- 
 ing, and this, the guide tells you without 
 winkino:, was what o^ave Galileo the idea of 
 a pendulum, and then he pokes it with a 
 stick to make it swing. 
 
 You must try and pretend to believe all 
 the guide says, if you want to hear all the 
 stories he tells to give new interest to the 
 things he shows. I believe some of our 
 guides could pick up a paving stone and 
 wind such a story around it that you would 
 almost get down on your knees to it with 
 reverence for such a wonderful thing. Every 
 
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 inch of wall and every hole in the ground 
 has some remarkable history, and the guides 
 tell you all about it, and they use so many 
 gestures and words that I think they must 
 die young, worn out by their efforts. 
 
 Guides are not the poorest people in these 
 places by any means. They usually have 
 a lot of relics to sell secretly, and they stand 
 in with nearly all the storekeepers and get 
 you to buy many things you really do not 
 want. The guide persuades, grieves, bul- 
 lies if he thinks he can, until he gets you to 
 a place where there is something to sell, and 
 then he gives the merchant a wink to show 
 you are a "tenderfoot," and afterwards he 
 gets his commission. Some of the guides 
 are meek and never say no, but others dom- 
 ineer, not only over the travelers, but over 
 everyone around, for on the guide depends 
 the liberality of the traveler, and they levy 
 tribute everywhere. 
 
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 It would be a hopeless task to try to tell 
 all the beauties of the Cathedral, and we 
 left there with regret, in spite of the cold 
 atmosphere, and crossed over to the Baptist- 
 ery, which is a wonderful structure, entirely 
 of marble. It is circular, with a conical 
 dome 190 feet high. I think it a finer 
 thing than the Leaning Tower. The carv- 
 ing is lavish and fine, and the interior is 
 very imposing ; and the effect of the stained 
 glass windows was very beautiful, as the 
 colored lights fall upon the rich sculp- 
 tures. The keeper sang for us and his 
 fine voice was echoed back from a hundred 
 points, making the vast dome ring with the 
 music. 
 
 The next place of interest we visited was 
 the Campo Santo or burial ground. This is 
 a long building Tuscan- Gothic style. In the 
 middle is a large open court in which 53 
 loads of holy soil from Mount Calvary were 
 
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 put, in order that the dead might repose in 
 holy earth. 
 
 The Campo Santo is filled with old sar- 
 cophagi, frescoes, paintings and carvings, 
 and the old chains of the harbor of Pisa are 
 hung on the walls. We were led to a corner 
 of the grounds from whence we could see the 
 Leaning Tower, the Cathedral, and the Bap- 
 tistery all in one wonderful picture, outlined 
 against the deep blue sky. A visit to the 
 Campo Santo, the guide said, would be very 
 impressive, but we found it more curious 
 and interesting than impressive. We picked 
 some flowers there, and gathered up a little 
 of the soil to keep. 
 
 The Leaning Tower came next and after 
 paying the entrance fee, which has to be 
 paid everywhere, to see anything except the 
 churches, we mounted the steps, 294 I be- 
 lieve, and did not find it very difficult, as 
 you feel as if you were going down part 
 
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 of the time. We reached the top and from 
 there had a fine view of the city, its envir- 
 ons, mountains, and the sea. It was worth 
 climbing twice as high to see the lovely pic- 
 ture spread out there before us. 
 
 In the tower there are six bells, the heav- 
 iest weio^hino^ six tons, and this hanos on the 
 upper or higher side, so it could not have 
 been that which caused the tower to slant 
 over. The tower slants 13 feet out of the 
 perpendicular. It is 179 feet high, and the 
 guide told us Galileo experimented with this 
 also, regarding the laws of gravitation. The 
 guide never heard of Newton. 
 
 It is thought by some that the tower 
 sunk while in the course of consti'uction and 
 the top was added as it is, on that account. 
 It was commenced 719 years ago and finish- 
 ed 543 years since. I think that some arch- 
 itect did this to order for some ruler that 
 wanted to have an oddity to show strangers 
 
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 and get perpetual fees for, and if this is so 
 he "builded better than he knew," for the 
 sum paid in fees for 543 years must have 
 amounted to a tidy sum. 
 
 Some members of our party went to a 
 sculptor's and bought some statuary, and 
 we all bought some photographs, and on our 
 return to the hotel we arranged our plans 
 for the next morning, and decided to go on 
 to Florence. 
 
CHAPTER X. 
 
 FLOKENCE. 
 
 ^).Q^E passed through many tunnels on 
 &>^l c) the way from Pisa to Florence, which 
 made it a verv hot and dusty ride, and we 
 were tired enouo^h on reachino- Florence to 
 rest well that night, but to my intense de- 
 light I met two of my American friends as 
 we entered the dining room for dinner, and 
 we sat up till nearly morning talking and 
 comparing notes, for they were to leaye the 
 next day. 
 
 Florence was full of strangers, as it was 
 just at the time the Queen of England was 
 there, and one or two of the Indian princes, 
 besides the Prince of Bulgaria. You could 
 
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 not look in any direction without seeing some 
 great personage. 
 
 The next morning I went for a drive with 
 my American lady friend and we went to 
 the Cascine, the fashionable promenade, and 
 we enjoyed our ride greatly as Florence is a 
 most beautiful city, and there are many 
 things worth seeing. My friends left Flor- 
 ence that afternoon for Venice, and I was 
 very sorry for it feels good to meet old 
 friends in strange lands. 
 
 We took rooms at the New York Hotel, 
 and were very glad to get such good ones as 
 the city was so crowded, and yet 1 feel as if 
 justice will not have done all she ought to 
 until she gives that hotel-keeper a good 
 shaking. He persuaded me to buy a dog of 
 his cousin, a "real St. Bernard, the smooth- 
 coated, brindled kind." They told me that 
 the fat little puppy that they showed me 
 was born in Switzerland, and how badly the 
 
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 monks had felt to let him go, and how the 
 race was dying out and that only the need 
 of money to carry on their monastery where 
 so many perishing travelers were saved and 
 cared for, would force these good brothers 
 to sell one; "it was like paning with a 
 child," etc., and I took it all in like a dutiful 
 American, and bought the pup. He was seven 
 weeks old and had a knowing little face> 
 and he seemed to take to me at once. I will 
 not tell the trouble be made me, nor the 
 tricks he played, nor the valuables he chew- 
 ed up, I prefer to think of what jolly com- 
 rades we became. I called him Selim, and 
 got him a collar and chain. One day Charles 
 and I went out and left him with the cook, 
 who gave him so much to eat that he was 
 nearly as round as a ball, and cried all night 
 with the colic, like a baby. But I grew very 
 fond of him. The hotel -keeper and his de- 
 ceptive cousin said that Seliin would be as 
 
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 bio: as a calf when he was three months old. 
 I will dismiss the subject by saying that the 
 dog proved to be a brindled terrier, and n^v- 
 er grew much bigger but he is a thorough- 
 bred of his kind. But I bought him for a 
 St. Bernard and paid accordingly. I suppose 
 that instead of praying for anything else in 
 the way of good fortune these men just ask 
 to have another fool American come along. 
 
 Our first visit to the picture galleries was 
 made the next day after our arrival and we 
 went to the Ufizzi and Pitti palaces which 
 were joined by a long corridor, and one can 
 see them both in one day. It is said that 
 Florence has one of the finest collections of 
 pictures gathered in one place in the world. 
 
 Michael Angelo, Murillo, Raphael and 
 Andre de Sarto all have their finest works 
 gathered here. 
 
 The pictures are portioned off according 
 to the different schools, Flemish, Italian and 
 
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 others. The tribune is the finest room in 
 the Ufizzi palace, and Raphael, Titian and 
 Fra Angelico have ?nade it a gem. There 
 are also many choice pieces of statuary, and 
 frescoes, and it is an education of the eye to 
 different" lands of beauty to see them. 
 
 The Ufizzi Palace is near the Plaza Sig- 
 norie and is above the post office. Long 
 halls on three sides are filled with ancient 
 sculptures and paintings, one room for the 
 most ancient gems of painting, another for 
 old statuary, and various other things. 
 From these halls are doors which lead into 
 the so-called treasure chambers in which 
 are the most valuable pictures. These rooms 
 are generally filled with young artists who 
 are vainly tr} ing to outdo the great works 
 of the Masters. 
 
 One very long passage-way connects the 
 Ufizzi Palace and the Pitti, and in that are 
 about 500 paintings by noted artists. The 
 
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 rooms are divided off and called after the 
 names of different gods, as the Salon of 
 Jupiter, Salon of Mars, etc. 
 
 The palace is the largest ever built by a 
 private family and the stones are all rugged 
 on the outside, the edges where they join 
 only have been smoothed. 
 
 The reception rooms are furnished in the 
 most splendid manner. From the courtyard 
 extend the beautiful Boboli Gardens. On 
 certain days of the week these gardens are 
 open to the public, and crowds come to en- 
 joy the magnificent view from these grottos, 
 and fountains are everywhere. From one 
 spot near the top we obtained a view of all 
 the city, including the Dome, the Campanile 
 of the Cathedral Palecchio and tower of the 
 Budia. These grounds are so extensive that 
 it takes a long time to explore all. There 
 is an old amphitheatre where both public 
 and private performances were given, but 
 
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 now it is used for such solemn ceremonies 
 as it is desired to have in public. 
 
 The steps and laundry have sculptures 
 such as Perseus, the head of Medusa in 
 bronze, and others in marble. After we had 
 seen all these we went through the narrow 
 streets of the town, out on the Lungarno, 
 along several bridges until we came to the 
 Ponte Vecchio. This old bridge is crowded 
 with small jewelry shops, much like the 
 Rialto of Venice. 
 
 It was late in the afternoon so we returned 
 to the hotel, and it was suggested that we 
 take a carriage the next morning and just 
 see everything we could reach in one day, 
 so as soon as breakfast was over we started. 
 We drove by the Stuzza Palace where the 
 noted bronze lamps hang and thence around 
 to the Duomo and the Baptistery on which 
 are the wonderful bronze doors, and from 
 there we went to the Campanile and the 
 
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 Cathedral. I could not tell anything about 
 these places that has not been told hundreds 
 of times better than I could tell it, and I 
 shall not disgrace myself trying. 
 
 We then went to the Palazzio del Sig- 
 norina, and on to the old palace and the 
 Loggia del Lanze, the Palazzio delle Utizzi, 
 the National library and several other places 
 of note. The Loggia del Lanze is a mag- 
 nificent open vault. 
 
 The Ufizzi palace galleries hold some of 
 the most beautiful statuary and pictures in 
 the world, and there is not a yard of space 
 that does not show some piece of sculpture 
 or painting that is worth 1he whole trip to 
 see. The very roofs of the long galleries 
 and the round room and the smaller rooms 
 are all beautifully decorated. That is where 
 the foreigners are ahead of us. Their houses 
 are simply big pictures with sculptured set- 
 tings. There is he^rdly any building of any 
 
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 pretension that is not richly ornamented 
 this way. There are so many beautiful 
 statues around the city, and maonificent 
 fountains and other works of art, that I can- 
 not begin to remember them all, but they 
 make Florence a beautiful city. 
 
 When we crossed the river and came 
 around on the other side, and back to the 
 hotel, and after lunch ^Ye rode up the Via del 
 Coli, to Piazzalo Michael Angelo,and passed 
 St. Miniato. The Piazzalo Michael Angelo 
 is on the top and side of one of the hills 
 back of Florence and it affords a splendid 
 view, and from there Florence looks as 
 though it was in a cup. Fiesole and St. 
 Croce are on neighboring hills on the oppo- 
 site side. The country around is beautiful, 
 not so grand as parts of Spain but very 
 pleasing. Florence is like a picture set in 
 a ejreen frame, and on a clear dav ^ ou can 
 pick out towns and churches for miles 
 
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 around. There is a little restaurant up 
 there where you can get a lunch that tastes 
 Yery good after such a long drive. 
 
 The next day after this trip everybody 
 was expected to get up about four o'clock, 
 and gather in the mall of the Cacheani and 
 prepare their breakfasts on the wooden 
 tables. It was " Concepcion day." Hundreds 
 of men and boys went around with tiny 
 cages in each of which was a cricket, which 
 had been caught the night before. These 
 were eagerly bought by those who had not 
 caught any for themselves. The boys and 
 men would poke straws down the crickets' 
 nests and make them come out only to be 
 caged. They were supposed to bring good 
 luck to the owners. It seemed that all the 
 people in Florence Avere out at half-past four, 
 rich and poor, natives and strangers to laugh 
 and chat and show each other their little 
 black captives. 
 
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 It was my good fortune to see the fa- 
 mous procession of flowers, and it was a 
 brilliant spectacle. The city was all ex- 
 citement, and the cab men doubled their 
 price for that day. Peddlers charged extra 
 for their wares, and the flower sellers reaped 
 golden harvests. 
 
 All the royalty were to take part in it, 
 with their best carriages, each decked with 
 flowers. All the people who could afford to 
 hire a carriage of any kind put a few, or a 
 good many flowers on horse and carriage 
 and entered the procession. 
 
 A special stand had been erected for 
 the Queen of England, and all the palaces 
 had their private stands for themselves 
 and friends. The streets were crowded 
 with spectators, and as we gazed down at 
 them from our window it seemed as if 
 all Italy had crowded out to see the cele- 
 bration. 
 
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 We were right opposite the Stuzzi Pal- 
 ace, on which are the famous lanterns, but 
 the massive blocks of stone give it such a 
 dreary look from the outside no one could im- 
 agine that one of the oldest families in Italy 
 lived there in such imperial magnificence. 
 
 All the balconies were filled with flow- 
 ers to throw at the passers, and everybody 
 carried at least one bunch. As we looked 
 up and down the street it seemed as if a 
 luxuriant garden had suddenly sprung up, 
 and it was beautiful. 
 
 All this time carriages went hurrying to 
 and fro, loaded with lovely flowers, probably 
 to fall in the line of the procession. Then 
 the police came along on horseback, and the 
 thoroughfare was closed, and so were the 
 side streets, so that the procession could 
 pass. The crowds were not kept in very 
 good order, but they were good natured, and 
 no disturbance occurred. 
 
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 Th€^ people have a great fear of the 
 police who are generally mounted, and are 
 nearly all fine looking men, but what the 
 police have, in the way of good looks, 
 the soldiers sadly lack, for the most of 
 them are little bits of fellows about four 
 feet ^xe or six inches tall, and have no 
 war-like air or appearance that I could 
 discern. 
 
 The procession started at last headed by 
 a cab, with some lilacs on the horses' head, 
 and then followed a whole string of cabs like 
 the first with very few fiowers, and scarcely 
 any were exchanged with the people on foot 
 or in the windows. 
 
 Then came the royal carriages with their 
 gorgeous liveried footmen in white wigs. 
 One of these carriao:es was covered entirely 
 with lilies of the valley, from the hubs of 
 the wheels to the ends of the harness, and 
 on the back was the coat of arms of the 
 
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 owner who was seated in the carriage. Now 
 the battle began in earnest. Flowers began 
 to fly from balconies, and from the crowds, 
 and the bombardment was returned from the 
 carriages. One carriage was a mass of white 
 roses with red ones around the sides and 
 tire of the wheels. Another was covered 
 with daisies. 
 
 Behind all these finely gotten up car- 
 riages were the footmen who tried to keep 
 the populace from touching the flowers, but 
 the crowds of boys were not afraid of the 
 footmen and dodged the driver's whips and 
 made sad havoc of the decorations.' Close 
 carriages followed, covered with violets, 
 calla lilies and roses, and some had no flow- 
 ers at all, but the people in them caught 
 the flowers that flew thickly through the 
 air. Everybody laughed, or shouted, and 
 dodged flowers or threw them, so that it 
 was like a garden in the air. 
 
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 The procession turned in the square and 
 came back so that there was a line o'oino- 
 and coming, and as they passed each other 
 more flowers flew back and forth from car- 
 riage to carriage. It was a pretty sight, but 
 I could not help thinking what a funny 
 thing it would be in New York. 1 hardly 
 think our American aristocracy would look 
 right in such a procession. 
 
 The Queen of England had a special 
 stand to sit on and see the parade, and 
 crowds gathered around it to catch a 
 glimpse of her. Some threw flowers up 
 to her, and all waited patiently in the hope 
 of catchino' a flower that she mioht throw. 
 There were a few fortunate enouoh to o-et 
 them. 
 
 The bands of music had been playing all 
 day at the public squares, and as it grew 
 late they stopped, and the people dispersed, 
 leaving the street strewn with crushed flow- 
 
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 ers. The stores, and in fact all business 
 was closed and we went home to rest. 
 
 The Brothers of the Misericordia are one 
 of the sights in Florence. They are all men 
 usually of good family who devote their 
 lives to the work of burying the dead and 
 caring for the injured in any accident, or 
 taking the sick to hospitals. They wear 
 long, black habits and with a hood over the 
 face having holes to see through, they look 
 like ghosts. They carry the sick in a sort 
 of basket and the dead in a coffin covered 
 with a black pall, on their shoulders. One 
 walks in front of them with his face uncov- 
 ered. When they pass all the* people cross 
 themselves and say a short prayer for the 
 sick or the dead. It is said that the last 
 grand Duke was a member of this brother- 
 hood, and that when the cholera raged there 
 he worked with the rest. Some of the poorer- 
 people also join the Misericordia and the 
 
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 guide says you can tell a gentleman from a 
 peasant by the feet. They do a noble and 
 self-sacrificing work. 
 
 One evenino- there was a torchlicrht re- 
 view of soldiers, and a civic parade together 
 in honor of the Queen of England. She was 
 seated on a balcony surrounded by her suite 
 and some princes and other notables. The 
 parade was very fine and some of the floats 
 and transparencies were very ingenious. 
 There were all sorts of animals and fishes, 
 and a locomotive and cars. It was beautiful 
 indeed, when it passed the Duomo and front 
 of the trreat Ccithedral, as the lio^hts reflected 
 upon them in such a way that it looked like 
 a fairy scene. 
 
 The streets were lined with people, and 
 the crowd so great that it was not possible 
 to cross the street. I had been out for a 
 walk with my little dog, and as the crowd 
 was so dense, I was afraid he would get hurt 
 
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 and took him up in my arms. He was a 
 very affectionate little pnppy and there was 
 a lady standing close to me. Selim man- 
 aged to get his nose np and licked her face, 
 and she turned on me like a flash, thinking 
 I had done it. I showed her the dog and 
 made her understand that he did it, and she 
 was madder than ever, and I seized a chance 
 to get back to the hotel. 
 
 Aunt Mary was taken quite ill with so 
 much fatigue and decided to remain in Flor- 
 ence while Charles and I were to go lo 
 Naples and Rome and a few other places, 
 and, though we went for the sake of giving 
 her the quiet and rest she needed 1 felt very 
 uneasy and afraid, but she was in such good 
 hands that we finally overcame our scruples 
 and started with the pup. 
 
CHAPTER XI. 
 
 NAPLES. 
 
 (5)>Q^E reached Naples late at night and 
 S^l c) engaged rooms at the Grand Hotel 
 which we supposed was near the depot, but 
 it was quite a quarter of an hour's ride. We 
 w^iit to bed at once, and were up the next 
 morning bright and early, and I think I was 
 about two hours dressing, for every minute I 
 would drop everything and look out of the 
 window. There was Vesuvius smoking away 
 in the distance, across the water and beyond 
 a sketch of green country. I cannot tell 
 how strange it seemed to have geography 
 come to life like that. The bay was beauti- 
 ful near by and shadowy and purple in the 
 
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 distance, and the little boats with their 
 wino^-like sails o^lided alono^ like birds. 
 
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 There were ships and steamers there, too, 
 and when the sun rose over the distant hills 
 it made them all look as if they were stand- 
 ing up out of the water. The smoke from 
 the volcano floated slowly on the breeze, and 
 it seemed that there never could be so lovely 
 a place anywhere else in the world. 
 
 The wide Boulevard below was full of 
 marine soldiers, drilling for the fete, which 
 was to celebrate the coming of the Emperor 
 of Germany, and in fact the whole city 
 seemed full of them. 
 
 There were many war vessels, one of the 
 largest ones afloat among them. The night 
 before, when we arrived they had been sur- 
 veying the city by their powerful search 
 lights and some of the people went nearly 
 frantic with fear at first. I suppose they 
 thought Vesuvius had broken forth in a new 
 
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 spot, but soon they were quieted and the 
 shore was crowded with people to see the 
 vfonder. 
 
 At last I was dressed and it being Sun- 
 day we went 1o church, which we were 
 nearly an hour finding, for no one could or 
 would tell where it was, and we finally en- 
 gaged a cab for two francs, and found that it 
 was less than one square away, and while 
 we were baro^ainino- with the driver we were 
 the center of an inquisitive and interested 
 group, who watched the whole proceding 
 with the greatest pleasure, if we could judge 
 by their looks. 
 
 After service we returned to the hotel 
 for lunch, and found it hard to console little 
 Selim for my absence. He whined and 
 rolled around and tried to tell me how lone- 
 some he had been, for I had left him in the 
 room. He was so young that he was a lot 
 of trouble but I was verv fond of him. He 
 
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 would not walk with a chain on if he could 
 help it, but would sit down and brace him- 
 self back and howl, but he had to get used 
 to it, and did after a while. As soon as he 
 was comfortably disposed for a nap we 
 started on a long drive on the hill.^ We had 
 a splendid horse and he did noble work 
 climbing the hills. The road was winding, 
 and very dusty, but what splendid views 
 we had of the beautiful Bay of Naples, with 
 all its outlying towns, Castlemarre, Sorren- 
 to and others spread out like a picture. 
 
 Every now and then we would get 
 glimpses of Capri, and a far-away sight of 
 the smoking mountain, which would every 
 few minutes send up a succession of puffs, 
 and once in a while a small shower of stones. 
 The smoke would be sometimes a thin little 
 line, and the next minute perhaps, there 
 would be a heavy volume of black smoke. 
 It fascinated me as nothino: else had. 
 
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 On the summit of the ridge of hills there 
 is a road which runs all along out to the end 
 of the promontory, and this gives a chang- 
 ing panorama of the Mediterranean and num- 
 bers of small towns nestled in valleys. On 
 the side farthest from Naples the hills sloped 
 down to low, marshy land covered with cy- 
 press trees, but there were some cultivated 
 places. We could also see the Island of 
 Ischia. 
 
 The driver took us a long way and at 
 last came to the so-called wonderful Grotto 
 de Cannes, which was down on our list as 
 one of the sights to see. We descended into 
 a little valley where we were shown a list 
 of prices, but we paid no attention to them 
 as it was all a fraud. 
 
 We were first shown through a curious 
 low doorway into a hall, and as soon as we 
 entered we became aware that the temper- 
 ature had risen considerably, and we also 
 
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 became conscious that we were walking 
 over a hollow place, and our guide took up 
 a large sledge and struck the ground and it 
 sounded like striking an empty wooden box. 
 
 Fumes of sulphur came out from all over 
 the floor and walls and I put my hand over 
 a little hole from which fumes were coming, 
 but I quickly drew it back, and blew on my 
 fingers, for it was red hot. This place 
 proved to be an old Roman bath, and the 
 old stone beds were pointed out to us where 
 the lazy Romans used to repose while tak- 
 ing their hot bath. 
 
 We explored until we began to get de- 
 cidedly warm, so we went outside and were 
 conducted to a little stone building and the 
 guide insisted that we should enter, and 
 then he told us to put our heads down, which 
 we did, but drew them back together as the 
 ground was highly charged with magnesian 
 oxide, and it was so powerful that it would 
 
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 kill a person in a very short time. He then 
 led us to the Grotto de Cannes, through a 
 low door- way, but he held us back, saymg 
 that we must go no further. He lit a torch 
 and put it down to the ground and it was 
 extinguished immediately, from the presence 
 of carbonic acid gas, and pointing to the wall 
 he showed us how high the gas reached by 
 a black mark all around the wall as high as 
 the gas mounted. He took up a bucket and 
 dipped it full of this gas just as you would 
 water and proved the presence of the gas by 
 the fact that nothing would burn in it. A 
 small dog was then dragged in, and where a 
 man might stand with safety, his head above 
 the gas, the dog's head was in it, and in a 
 few minutes he was staggering around and 
 couo^hino^. He was taken out, but after 
 staggering around a little he fell as if dead, 
 but he soon revived and seemed to be as 
 well as ever. I put my head down into the 
 
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 gas a little, and instantly felt as though my 
 breath had been checked. 
 
 In olden times it is said that they put 
 criminals in here to kill them, I wonder 
 who could have built the stairway which 
 leads down to the bottom. I did not care to 
 explore in the hope of finding out. 
 
 The guide took a torch and lit it and then 
 wet it a little and blew it out to make smoke 
 which settled on top of the carbonic acid 
 gas, and it looked just like a mirror lake. 
 
 The visit to this place gave us a greater 
 desire to visit Vesuvius. As we left the 
 guide to the Grotto made a demand for 
 twice as much as he had agreed upon, but 
 we gave him just what we had promised, 
 and he shook his fist at us, and called us 
 all sorts of things in Italian. 
 
 Coming back we made arrangements to 
 go to Vesuvius the next morning, and the 
 driver promised to be on hand early. Re- 
 
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 turning to Naples, we went through an old 
 Roman tunnel w^hich went under the hill we 
 had o^one over in the mornino-. It was at 
 least half a mile long, and was Ulled with 
 wagons and people passing from Naples to 
 and from the neiojhborino- towns. 
 
 We hurried the next morning to get 
 ready for what was, to me, the greatest trip 
 I ever made: to Pompeii and Mount Vesu- 
 vius. We had the same horse that we had 
 had the day before and he was a good one, 
 and how he did step out! 
 
 We were not long in leaving Naples be- 
 hind and we passed through several little 
 fishing towns, where the people seemed to 
 be doing nothing but sit around or rise 
 slowly to look at us as we rode by. There 
 w^ere racks all along the roadside, hung full 
 of macaroni drying in the sun, and among 
 these racks children played, and donkeys 
 and pigs walked about as if it was a garden 
 
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 full of weeds, instead of something people 
 were to eat after. The people were dirty 
 beyond my power to describe and the most 
 of the men had sullen faces and the women 
 were not pretty. In fact they looked 
 much like the Italians we see around 
 New York. 
 
 The streets of Naples are paved with 
 great blocks of hard lava, dark in color, and 
 many of the houses, particularly those of 
 the poorer quarters are built of lava and 
 other volcanic material, fastened together 
 with some kind of cement. The whole city, 
 as you look back at it from a rise in the 
 road looks like an amphitheater, and is more 
 beautiful than words can tell. The bay 
 curves in, and every wave -washed point has 
 something new to show, that cannot be seen 
 anywhere else. The little villages along the 
 edges of the hills, are half hidden in vines 
 and trees, and there are several monasteries 
 
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 looking like fortresses standing in gloomy 
 stateliness on prominent places. 
 
 It is about four miles from Naples to the 
 foot of the Volcano, and we passed through 
 seven or eight small hamlets before we 
 reached a straight and quiet road, but there 
 was a layer of fine white dust four or five 
 inches thick which flew into the air in 
 clouds and nearly suffocated us. Once in a 
 while it would blow off" so that we could get 
 a glimpse of the smoking crater. The driver 
 would stop from time to time and point out 
 old ruins where once had been fine homes, 
 and great heaps of lava and scoria which 
 looked like the coke thrown out of fire en- 
 gines. 
 
 At last we reached a little inn, where 
 they have saddle horses to mount the Vol- 
 cano with, and we went into the place to en- 
 gage a guide. There were so many that we 
 hardlv knew what to do, but finally we en- 
 
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 gaged one to take us through the ruins of 
 Pompeii, as we were told that we would have 
 time to visit that place before dinner. So 
 we bought our tickets and started for the 
 buried city, which is now being slowly dug 
 out of the earth where it has been hidden so 
 many years. Our guide was a Spaniard who 
 had lived in America for some time, and he 
 took advantage of that fact to charge us 
 about double for his services. 
 
 We entered Pompeii by the Marine Gate, 
 which is the gate that led out of the city to 
 the seashore where the ancients used to 
 take their boats. Pompeii was a walled city 
 and now nearly all the wall has been traced. 
 Entering the Marine Grate we went first to 
 the MusQum where they have collected all 
 the things that have been found during the 
 excavations. There were things truly won- 
 derful. There were loaves of bread that 
 had been found in an oven that had been 
 
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 sealed up by dried mud and lava all these 
 centuries. There were raisins and all sorts 
 of dried fruit and pretty dry, too, and ker- 
 nels of wheat, and there were any amount 
 of lamps of every description, from clay to 
 silver and bronze, and there were many ex- 
 quisitely formed vases, of every size, kitchen 
 utensils, a portable stove, statues and some 
 mural paintings, glass ware, swords, helmets, 
 candle-sticks, toilet ornaments and curious 
 jewelry. There were old doors and hinges, 
 keys, plates, spoons, and in fact everything 
 that was used in those days, even down to 
 *' stick pins," and needles. 
 
 This Museum was originally built for a 
 temple to Mercury, and must have been very 
 handsome. There is no roof now to cover it. 
 
 There were some gruesome things, too, 
 a number of bodies, among them a mother 
 and daughter, as it is supposed, as they were 
 found dead together. There was a negro 
 
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 and a poor dog who had been chained and 
 had evidently died in great agony. There 
 was another man who is supposed to have 
 been drunken at the time he died, as his 
 features are calm as if he had been asleep. 
 Another was doubtless a prisoner as there 
 was an iron band around his waist and a 
 chain. These were not the real bodies, but 
 plaster casts made by pouring liquid plaster 
 into the mould that had formed around the 
 bodies of the melted lava and mud that had 
 surrounded them, and that way every feature 
 is preserved exactly. Even the texture of 
 the clothes they wore is shown. 
 
 There were many other very interesting 
 things in the Museum but we could not stay 
 there longer. Of course pots and pans are 
 in themselves not so very interesting but 
 when you think of the awful catastrophe 
 that buried these so long ago, and that they 
 are being now slowly and painfully brought 
 
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 to light, and that they show us plainer than 
 books how the people lived in those days, 
 why every one is interesting, and if you 
 look at the plainest one of all you begin to 
 think about the unhappy people who once 
 used it. 
 
 The next things pointed out were the 
 deep ruts in the pavements which had been 
 worn in the old days by chariot wheels 
 and they looked as if they were done yes- 
 terday. There were stepping stones across 
 each street which were arranged so as to 
 allow a chariot to pass between them and 
 yet be near enough for people to step across 
 without wetting their feet. 
 
 We passed up what is called the main 
 street, where the sliding doors proved that 
 these had been stores at one time. In front 
 of every store there was a loop hole cut in 
 the curbstone, so that purchasers could hitch 
 their horses. 
 
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 . We entered the vestibule of one house 
 which was very well preserved. The court- 
 yard opened from the vestibule and there 
 was a small fountain in the center and right 
 near the vestibule was a small, square foun- 
 tain to carry away the rain water. A bust 
 of the owner of this house was set on a ped- 
 estal, at one side, and on the stumps of arms 
 the visitors hung their coats, and put their 
 hats on the head. The house was that of 
 Cornelio RufFo — the roof was gone, but all 
 the rooms with their walls could be traced. 
 At the rain-water basin were two beautiful 
 carvings, like tables, nearly perfect. It was 
 a large house. 
 
 The bed-rooms, kitchen and other apart- 
 ments all opened around the court, and 
 nearly all of these rooms were in a good 
 state of preservation. Some of the houses, 
 and in fact most of them have been beauti- 
 fully decorated, by paintings which have 
 
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 been applied directly on the thick plastering, 
 and the colors are rich and as bright to-day 
 as when put on. In many houses there were 
 fine mosaic pictures, and there was a large 
 mural painting representing a battle. One 
 house had a magnificent fire-place made of 
 beautiful stones, each of a different color, 
 that is on one side. The other side 
 matched, so that there were two stones of 
 each color. 
 
 We next visited the bakery where the 
 bread was found. Everything remained just 
 as it was in the days of old, except that the 
 bread was in the Museum. There were sev- 
 eral great jars where the bread was once 
 mixed and three big mills where the wheat 
 was groimd, besides several other objects. 
 The oven had an arched door, and I think is 
 nearly the same as the ovens now used in 
 bakeries. There is no roof to this bakery 
 and at the farther end you see the surface 
 
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 of the earth ten or twelve feet thick above 
 it, with good- sized trees growing. 
 
 We next visited the prison and there fas- 
 tened to the wall with a heavy chain was the 
 shrunken body 'of a poor man, who unable 
 to escape had died apparently in dreadful 
 agony. There was little left of him but dried 
 up flesh and bones. We left this place with 
 great relief and next saw the plunge bath, 
 which was in a small building very well 
 preserved, and the floor was laid in fine 
 mosaic work. 
 
 We also went to see the public baths, 
 which are nearly well enough preserved to 
 use now. These are near the Forum and 
 are very well arranged, very large and beau- 
 tifully decorated. I do not believe there 
 are any public baths in the world as hand- 
 some and large as these. They take up one 
 whole block, over a hundred and fifty feet 
 wide and nearly two hundred feet deep. 
 
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 There are three divisions, one was for the fire 
 and servants, and the others were for men and 
 women. There was steam, and cold and hot 
 water besides. In the furnace room they 
 found pitch, and at the door of the main en- 
 trance they found a box of money and a 
 sword, w^hich the doorkeeper probably left 
 in trying to escape. There are copper boil- 
 ers between the men and women's compart- 
 ments, and in the dressing room the pegs 
 burned out and left the holes where the 
 wooden pegs had been to hang clothes on. 
 There are seats here cut out of lava, which it 
 seems must have been handy building ma- 
 terial when Pompeii was built. This room 
 had had a glass roof, a passage led into 
 the cold room, which had a bath tub of 
 marble as big as an ordinary room and about 
 three feet deep. There is one large room 
 called the Tepidarium, with a large bronze 
 brazier and a bench or so. The floors are 
 
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 tiled, and the walls were arched and beauti- 
 fully decorated with high relief stucco fig- 
 ures, and all richly colored. This was a 
 warm but not hot room and was to prepare 
 the bathers for the hot air or steam rooms. 
 The steam room and the hot room are both 
 beautifully decorated and are fairly well 
 preserved, but the women's baths which are 
 smaller are nearly in ruins. The water for 
 these baths came from a reservoir across the 
 street. 
 
 It would need but little work or expense 
 to put part of these baths into working 
 order and it is a pity that it is not done for 
 the benefit of the men and women who work 
 in these ruins. 
 
 The Forum or public market place was 
 next on the programme. Here, nothing re- 
 mained but a line of broken columns, and 
 occasionally an altar where sacrifices had 
 been made, and one place was a temple 
 
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 where it was supposed an oracle spoke to 
 the people while it was really a man who 
 did so from a convenient place inside. 
 
 We finally came to the lower gate of the 
 city where the most of the bodies had been 
 found. They had tried to get out but the 
 smoke and cinders had suffocated them. 
 There was a small fountain near here in 
 what had evidently been a business street, 
 and the guide called our attention to the 
 places that had been worn away by the 
 hands of the people who had drank at this 
 fountain. The left hand had left the deep- 
 est impression. 
 
 We mounted a little rise of ground that 
 is undoubtedly the covering of another 
 house, and from there we had a splendid 
 view of the whole city as far as it is laid 
 bare. From here we could see the Gate of 
 Herculaneum with the beautiful tomb be. 
 yond, and the ruins of several buildings out- 
 
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 side of the walls. Near by was what they 
 call the House of the Musicians and of the 
 Yestals. There are a number of houses 
 built on the sloping rocks where the sea 
 once came, and some of these houses are 
 three stories high. The streets seem nearly 
 all to converge into the Forum, but yet 
 they are laid out in blocks. One house I 
 remember was called the house of the sur- 
 geon because many bronze and steel sur- 
 gical instruments were found there. The 
 Forum is about four or five hundred yards 
 from the Gate of Herculaneum. On the 
 west side the streets run down towards 
 the bay, and all the houses uncovered on 
 those streets are public buildings. It 
 seems that houses had mural paintings that 
 represented the business the owner fol- 
 lowed, one is called the house of the hunter, 
 another silversmith, another a dyer's, and 
 so on. 
 
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 In the Forum place there is an arch and 
 at the opening of another street is another 
 triumphal arch, not so well preserved as the 
 first. There was a milk store or dairy in 
 one house, and one fine one was the school 
 of Gladiators. There is one place called 
 the quarter of theaters. In that are the 
 Temple of Hercules, the Temple of Isis, the 
 Temple of JEsculapius, and the two theaters 
 I mentioned before, and also a large open 
 space enclosed by two porticos. Probably 
 this was the ball ground. 
 
 About ^ye or six hundred feet from there 
 in the southeast corner lies the amphitheatre, 
 which presents a fine view, with a fringe of 
 great trees at the top of the eastern side, and 
 with the burning mountain for a background. 
 
 There is quite a large space that is not 
 yet excavated that is now covered over with 
 vines and trees and shrubbery. Only about 
 one-eio^hth of the whole has been excavated, 
 
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 and as far as they could tell they tried to 
 get at the wealthiest people's houses. It 
 was twelve miles around and now six gates 
 and twelve towers have been found. It must 
 have been a beautiful city, though not so 
 very large, and what we have in the way of 
 furniture to show our wealth these ancients 
 put into the durable decorations of their 
 homes which has lasted to show us how 
 they lived in those old days. 
 
 The excavations are carried on with great 
 system, men go ahead into each street and 
 dig, and each basketful of dirt or ashes is 
 sifted for valuables and women take the 
 shell- shaped baskets on their heads and 
 walk off with them as stately as a queen 
 with a heavy crown. Often a statue is found, 
 or a bag of coins, or some household imple- 
 ment. Everything that is rescued from the 
 ashes of the past is valuable, and the bosses 
 keep such a close lookout that it has to be 
 
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 a smarter tourist than I to get a chance to 
 buy one. 
 
 When one stands on the hill and looks 
 around at the half buried city, and notes the 
 long rows of broken columns and crumbled 
 walls, at the sea shining there and then at 
 Vesuvius so near by, it makes one shudder 
 to think that at any moment a great tidal 
 wave could dash in, or a new convulsion 
 bury the whole in an hour beneath a new 
 weight of lava. 
 
 We got our money's worth out of that 
 guide for we went everywhere, into every 
 place we could crawl, and asked him ques- 
 tions until he looked as though he would 
 drop, and as we were getting hungry any- 
 how, we went back to the little inn for our 
 dinner, which was unmentionable, but we 
 had to eat it or starve. 
 
CHAPTER XII. 
 
 VESUVIUS. 
 
 kURINGr our dinner at the little mn we 
 ^Od had the satisfaction of hearing some 
 fine music played by some Italians on a 
 mandolin and guitar, and watched the smoke 
 curl majestically up and sail away from the 
 mouth of the grim monster beyond, and as 
 soon as we had finished we got ready to 
 make the ascent of the mountain of fire. 
 
 Charles always had bad luck with horses. 
 If there ever was one old nag more decrepit 
 or lazy or vicious than another he somehow 
 chose it ; not that he did it on purpose, for 
 he tried his best to get good ones and he 
 certainly paid for the best, but just as soon 
 
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 as we would get well under way the wretched 
 brute would show his tactics, and it was 
 usually too late to turn back, and if he did 
 get another, that too, would do something, 
 from standing still, or lying down to kicking 
 or trying to bite. This time Charles got one 
 that would jump stiff-legged every time he 
 was struck, and if he wasn't struck he 
 wouldn't move at all. But, after much ar- 
 gument on the part of the guide, which was 
 mostly done with a stick, the miserable 
 beast consented to follow my horse about 
 three or four yards behind, which made it 
 unpleasant, for the dust was so light and 
 fine that every time the horse's hoofs struck 
 the ground clouds would rise and bid fair to 
 choke Charles. If it had only been fresh 
 dust I don't think it would have been so 
 bad, but this was the dust of ages, and we 
 both regretted that we didn't wear veils. 
 The road was narrow and the sun was hot 
 
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 and it was altogether a most uncomfortable 
 ride. 
 
 After two miles of this we stopped at an 
 inn to give our horses a rest, and it was then 
 that we discovered that a barefooted boy had 
 run with us all the way for the sake of earn- 
 ing a little money holding our horses. He 
 had held on to the tail of Charles's horse the 
 whole w^ay. He grinned so that his white 
 teeth showed through the dust on his face 
 like pearls in an oyster and his black eyes 
 looked so jolly that no one could have re- 
 fused him. He gave the horses a drink and 
 wiped the dust out of their eyes and noses, 
 and as we had rested for about fifteen 
 minutes and had a cool drink ourselves we 
 were ready to start on. 
 
 The ascent began gradually along a plain 
 where two specks were visible, and as we 
 galloped on they grew in size until we saw 
 that one was a monk and the other a boy 
 
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 guide. We soon left them behind and be- 
 gan our ascent through the slippery lava. 
 These rows of hiva lay on every side and 
 some were warm, while other places were 
 cold. We kept climbing up and up until we 
 came to a little corral made of pieces of 
 lava, and there we left our horses and started 
 up on foot. A couple of men handed us 
 some ropes to take hold of, but we found it 
 easier to climb without beino- draooed alono- 
 and so dismissed them and started like 
 braves on a warpath. 
 
 Charles stopped after a while to take the 
 view but the guide and I kept on, thinking 
 that he would overtake us in a few minutes, 
 but somehow he missed the right path and 
 went in a direction that would have taken 
 him to a very dangerous place, if he had 
 kept on. He was for a short time completely 
 lost, and when we found that he did not 
 follow us we decided that it was best to sit 
 
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 down and wait, and we whistled and called, 
 but we were looking down the path by 
 which we had come, when imagine our sur- 
 prise to see him come slipping and springing 
 over the lava, which was loose in most 
 parts and had not been cleared away to 
 make a path. It was with the greatest diffi- 
 culty that he reached us, all out of breath. 
 
 The lava crust looked like huge mis- 
 shapen monsters lying huddled asleep. It 
 had flowed on and cooled in waves and 
 billows, and was full of crevices and treach- 
 erous spots. As we started up again the 
 ground began to feel hot under our feet, and 
 fumes of sulphur came from the crevices. 
 
 A little further on we reached what we 
 thought was the top but it was not and we 
 found there was another hill ahead. Just 
 a little beyond us was a fat man trying to 
 reach the top. He would slip and flounder 
 and every few minutes he would stop to wipe 
 

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 his red face, and swear at the guide for mak- 
 ing him believe that it was nothing to climb 
 up here. We slipped and grappled with 
 each other and the guide as the loose bits 
 of sulphur and lava slid from under our feet, 
 but at last we reached the summit of the 
 crater, and at the same moment got a puff of 
 sulphur smoke that nearly took our breath 
 away. 
 
 When we could see, we found we were 
 on the crest of the rim of the Volcano. 
 Hundreds of feet below us there was an 
 abyss, from which the flames and smoke 
 were coming. I cannot describe that hole. 
 It was such a surprise to me. Charles 
 thought it would look like a Christmas pud- 
 ding with the steam coming out of the top, 
 but it proved to be entirely different, and 
 was a deep hole with sulphur fumes coming 
 up in great clouds, and once in a while a 
 burst of smoke and ashes and stones. 
 
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 We struggled around, away over to the 
 far side, where the fumes nearly choked us. 
 We wedged some great stones loose and 
 sent them rolling down into the crater, and 
 as they went they dislodged and carried 
 hundreds of smaller ones along, all bouncing 
 up and down and leaving a cloud of dust be- 
 hind. I had to laugh to see these little ones 
 go following the big one along, like the New 
 York gamins after a gorgeous drum major. 
 
 We went around to the other side where 
 were great fissures in the rocks and steam 
 and sulphur smoke were coming out in 
 volumes, and there was another vein in 
 which hot lava was coursing and it soimded 
 like running water. 
 
 In another place we put our hands over 
 a little hole to see if it was hot. It was. 
 The ground under us was in constant com- 
 motion and trembled and rumbled, and all 
 over were crevices and fissures emitting 
 
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 fumes and steam, and we could plainly hear 
 the roar of burning lava. In the old crater 
 down below, the lava was red hot and flow- 
 ing down slowly. 
 
 We returned to the other side, where 
 there was a small party gathered together, 
 and one of the old guides was trying to loosen 
 a monstrous stone from its bed and send it 
 down the crater. He was doing this at the 
 risk of his own life, for if the earth under 
 him gave way, and he was standing on a 
 small projection of rock, he would have been 
 dashed to pieces on the rocks below. 
 
 At last he got it loose and the rock be- 
 gan to slide. He had barely time to jump 
 up and grasp the hand of another guide be- 
 fore the whole piece he was standing on be- 
 gan to slide and went down with a roar. 
 The stone struck another projection of rock 
 and flew into a thousand pieces, which were 
 swallowed in the dark mouth of the crater. 
 
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 The oruide then went around with his hat 
 
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 for the people to give him something which 
 we all did willingly, except the fat man who 
 reluctantly gave him five centimes (one 
 penny), and that caused the guide to give 
 him such a look of unspeakable disgust that 
 we all laughed. 
 
 After that we amused ourselves by pick- 
 ing up curious bits of sulphur and lava, and 
 examining fissures to find out if they were 
 hot by holding our hands over them, until we 
 were quite satisfied that they were. 
 
 Once there was an awful roar and rumble 
 and smoke belched forth in great force and 
 frightened all of us, but the guides say that 
 was nothing unusual, and that often the 
 sides of the crater get red hot and stones are 
 thrown great distances through the air and 
 roll down the mountain side where they 
 gather in heaps. 
 
 One feels creepy when standing on the 
 
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 top of that crater, and hears the lava sim- 
 mering under him, and feels the heat and 
 listens to the hollow sound which comes 
 from some of the fissures. The guides told 
 us that after every new eruption the shape 
 of the crater changes, and that makes it 
 very dangerous. It is only recently that the 
 Volcano has been photographed and on 
 returning to Naples I got several very fine 
 photographs of this wonderful mountain. 
 
 It is curious but I have not found any- 
 one who ever noticed the surrounding scen- 
 ery when making the ascent or descent of 
 Vesuvius, and I suppose this is because it 
 needs all one's faculties to keep from slip- 
 ping until one gets to the top and then no 
 one can think of an v thins: but this outlet of 
 internal fires. These fires are liable to break 
 out again at any hour, and be just as de- 
 structive as before, and no one can tell 
 which side the lava will run out from. 
 
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 Naples itself is said to be built over two 
 extinct volcanos, and if we can judge by the 
 Grotto de Cannes it is so, and they are not 
 dead but only asleep. Let us hope they will 
 never awake. 
 
 As it was now nearly sundown we started 
 back to Naples. For a little way it was not 
 easy traveling as the stones and sulphur 
 slipped, and that way it was nearly impos- 
 sible to keep one's feet, but when we reached 
 a place where there was a thin layer of ashes 
 we fairly slid down like rockets. We could 
 not stop until we reached a level place cov- 
 ered with ashes, but a little relieved to feel 
 that we were safe and unhurt. We were 
 completely out of breath when we reached a 
 level landing, and sat down to rest. 
 
 Here the guide called our attention to 
 the view, and it was indeed beautiful. The 
 whole bay was in plain sight with its 
 thirty miles of coast spread out before us. 
 
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 There lay Naples in the distance, the win- 
 dows gleaming in the sun's last rays, Sor- 
 rento and Castlemarre and dozens of small 
 towns were in plain sight, and the lovely 
 island of Capri made a grand showing in the 
 late shadows of sunset. The white roads 
 running along the coast or leading towards 
 the interior were plainly visible and the 
 ruins of Pompeii were almost at our feet. It 
 was a sio:ht never to be foro-otten. 
 
 The guide and I started on alone again, 
 leaving Charles to sit on a lump of lava and 
 ponder. Charles is one of those whose souls 
 are full of admiration for the beauties of 
 Nature, and it seemed as if he could never 
 bear to tear himself away from a position 
 where he had a noble view like this. He 
 would appear to be in a happy sort of trance 
 nnd it was always with difficulty that he 
 could tear his eyes away from it, and bring 
 his mind back to the everyday things. A 
 
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 nobler, more high-minded, and lovable man 
 I never met, and while we were together I 
 learned to feel a friendship for him that 
 I am sure will last forever. Perhaps I 
 am not old enough to feel so deeply, but 
 I think I cared all the more for him seeing 
 how completely he would become lost to 
 everything but the beauty and grandeur of 
 the things we saw. 
 
 The guide and I took arms and went 
 downward again, slipping, struggling, and 
 sliding, and always at the risk of rolling 
 completely over, and when we reached an- 
 other comparatively level space we sat down 
 and shouted to Charles to come, or it would 
 be dark. He roused and started ; but, as it 
 needs two or more together, to support and 
 sustain each other, he slipped and floundered 
 and tumbled along in such a fashion that he 
 looked to be all arms and legs. I was thank- 
 ful that no one was about with a camera 
 
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 when I came down, as I am noted for the 
 length of my own legs and arms, as they are 
 long and not broad. It must have been fun- 
 ny. Charles soon reached us and we moun- 
 ted on our prancing steeds, which were more 
 willing to go down than they had been to 
 come up. They picked -their way carefully 
 over the loose stones and lava, and I expec- 
 ted every minute to go headlong, but we at 
 last reached a line of smoother ground cov- 
 ered with ashes, and then it was not so bad. 
 We could see little specks below which 
 proved to be people on horseback when we 
 drew near. 
 
 On our route we passed a place where 
 men were at work making preparations for 
 the Emperor of Germany, who was to visit 
 the mountain in a few days. They were 
 building a booth and fixing it up for a 
 special dining room, I think. 
 
 We stopped at the inn only long enough 
 
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 to change our horses for the carriage which 
 was waiting, and asked for water. This 
 was brought, and just as we were going to 
 drink I noticed several specks, and as I 
 looked closer I found it was full of little 
 white insects, and goodness knows what 
 else, and they were swimming around at a 
 lively rate. I handed the glass back and 
 so did Charles, saying that we had asked 
 for drinking water, not an aquarium. How 
 many we had drank in the morning in our 
 pink lemonade I do not know. The men 
 looked surprised when we handed back the 
 water and told us that it was fine water, 
 that it was perfectly pure and good. May- 
 be it was, but we liked our fishes cooked. 
 
 When we returned to Naples that even- 
 in o^ dinner was about half over, but we did 
 justice to the remainder. There were a 
 number of men there who were full of fun. 
 and they were singing the donkey song, in 
 
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 which one sings the song and all the rest 
 join in the chorus braying like donkeys. It 
 was very funny, at first, but they kept it up 
 until nearly morning. We were very tired, 
 but it seemed as if my mind was so full of 
 the wonderful sights we had crowded into 
 one day that 1 could never sleep again. If 
 I did drop off for a moment I would wake 
 with a start thinkino^ I was fallino^ into the 
 great red crater, or that ashes and burning 
 lava were pursuing me among the ruins of 
 Pompeii ; but I was and always shall be 
 glad that I had seen those two great sights. 
 It is one thing to go through even the great- 
 est edifices and see the most wonderful 
 things men ever did, and quite another to 
 see the power of God, as shown at Pompeii 
 and Vesuvius. 
 
CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 NAPLES AND CAPEI. 
 
 HE morning following our visit to Pom- 
 ^u^ peii and Vesuvius we felt tired and 
 lame, but every time we lifted our eyes to 
 the smoking peak we were thankful that we 
 had been up there. 
 
 We went to see the Aquarium which is 
 well worth seeing. It has a very fine col- 
 lection offish of almost every known spe- 
 cies, among them some cuttle-fish. The 
 keeper tied a poor little crab on a string and 
 let it down into the tank near one of them. 
 There was a rush and a twinino; of lono: arms 
 and the crab was gone. The octopus creep 
 along so smoothly that you can hardly see 
 
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 them move, their long arms reaching out in 
 all directions for prey. Their eyes are cold 
 and evil, and it makes one shudder to see 
 them. There were a number of squids in 
 one tank, and it had been a habit to poke 
 sticks at them to see them emit the inky 
 fluid, but it seems that the Emperor had 
 requested that that should not be done any 
 more as he thought it cruel, and we did not 
 see the performance. 
 
 It would take a book full to describe all 
 the curious fish and other wonders of the 
 deep in this Aquarium. It is said to be the 
 most complete in the world and 1 do not 
 doubt it. I have always been an eager lov- 
 er of natural history and I could hardly tear 
 myself away, but we had many other things 
 to see. 
 
 We went from there to the National 
 Museum where there was a large collection 
 of things from Pompeii, but they were nearly 
 
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 all of the same class as those shown in the 
 museum at Pompeii: such as lamps, candle- 
 sticks, vases and plaster casts. There was 
 one fine piece of mosaic, representing a fe- 
 rocious dog chained, and with the words 
 Cave canem also in mosaic. 
 
 There were also many pieces of old ar- 
 mor and arms, and relics of various kinds, 
 such as you will see in almost any museum, 
 but the things that most interested me were 
 those from Pompeii. 
 
 After we had seen all that was in the 
 museum we went and made a few purchases, 
 chiefly photographs, and walked around to 
 see the different parts of the city, which 
 we found very interesting, particularly the 
 older part, and where the poor live. 
 
 We often hear how hard the poor for- 
 eigners have to work and how little they, 
 are paid. I know they are not paid much, 
 but I didn't see anybody working as the peo- 
 
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 pie do in America. Here it was a lazy sor 
 of movement with much lounging and many 
 rests. If anyone in Naples worked as hard 
 and continually as they do in New York, 
 such a person would surely get rich in a short 
 time even at the pay offered at Naples, for 
 living is so very cheap for those who are 
 content with poverty. Macaroni with a 
 sauce of tomatoes and fried onions forms the 
 chief of their diet, with once in a while a 
 little fish or fruit, and that doesn't cost much. 
 
 On our return to the hotel we made plans 
 to go to Capri, and then take a boat to Sor- 
 rento, and drive from there to Castlemarre. 
 We retired early and rested well, and were 
 up early to start. We took the boat which 
 crosses the bay to Capri, and were about an 
 hour and a half crossing, and it was a de- 
 lightful trip. 
 
 There were men who sang all the way to 
 stringed instruments, and they knew only 
 
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 three son^s, and these they repeated over and 
 over until I learned them by heart. They 
 were Finaculi-Finacnla, Belle Napoli, and 
 Marguerite ; not the Marguerite sung here, 
 but one much sweeter I think. 
 
 Capri seen from a distance looks like a 
 great barren rock, but as you approach it 
 shows greener and fresher, and when close 
 to it you find that it is wonderfully fertile. 
 We landed in a small cove, which swarmed 
 with small boats whose owners seemed to 
 exist for the sole purpose of taking travelers 
 to see the blue grotto. We were soon on 
 the way to this famous place, and ducked 
 our heads obediently, to raise them again at 
 the word of command after having traversed 
 the low entrance. We raised our eyes to 
 find ourselves in fairyland, and the farther 
 you go the more beautiful it is. 
 
 From some cause or other the light re- 
 flects from the water on the rocks above 
 
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 and gives them a rich, deep blue tint, that 
 is light or dark as the shadows fall. The 
 eifeet was as if the whole cave was made of 
 one big broken sapphire. The oars as they 
 dipped in the water looked like bright sil- 
 ver, and a little boy plunged in the water 
 to swim and looked like a silver image come 
 to life. We were not allowed to remain long 
 here as the steamer was ready to go, and so 
 we regretfully left this beautiful blue won- 
 der, and hastened on board, and were soon 
 on the way to the town of Capri, near the 
 middle of the island. 
 
 About dinner-time we landed at Capri 
 and went to the hotel for dinner, and it was 
 there I first tasted nespoli, a delicious fruit 
 something like a plum, but with three or 
 four large seeds and a thick skin. I think 
 it would be a success if introduced into this 
 country. 
 
 I won't dwell upon that dinner but the 
 
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 drive we took after was worth mention. We 
 took a carriage and went up to the top of the 
 island which is like a promontory and is 
 covered everywhere with vines and fruits. 
 There are steps cut in the rock up which the 
 people toil, the women with baskets of fish 
 or other things on their heads. They take 
 those long stairs as though it was nothing, 
 and did not act as though they felt the climb. 
 
 The view from this high point is enchant- 
 ing. The City of Naples and curve of the 
 bay is seen from a new point, and show 
 new beauties everywhere, and Old Vesuvius 
 stands with a new outline but always inter- 
 esting. 
 
 We drove over to Anti- Capri, and turned 
 around and went to a small village on the 
 other side. What a queer, quaint little place 
 it was ! The houses were mostly low and 
 poor, but the luxuriance of the trees and 
 flowers, fruit and vines made up for any lack. 
 
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 and it looked calm and peaceful here. I 
 wondered what these people would do if a 
 string of boys and men were to file down one 
 of their funny little streets shouting, " Hux- 
 tra ! Huxtra ! all about the great railway dis- 
 aster !" Charles went down one street to 
 make some purchases, and I bought some 
 nespoli of a girl. I told her as best I could, 
 but she gave me twice us much as I had asked 
 for, about two cents' worth, and 1 gave her 
 the money and walked off regardless of her 
 blank face. I felt happy to think that I had 
 for once got the best of a bargain, with an 
 Italian. 
 
 Our time was short as the boat for Sor- 
 rento was about to start, and we scrambled 
 down to the landing with considerable difii- 
 culty. From where we had been we could 
 see Capri below us, the steamer and all that 
 was o'oino' on down there, and a busy scene 
 it was. We caught the boat, and soon Cap- 
 
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 Ti became a rock again, this time behind us, 
 and Sorrento lay before. We were taken 
 ashore by small boats, and when we landed 
 we engaged a carriage to take ns to Castle - 
 marre, but we found we would have to walk 
 to the top of the hill to get it, and that hill 
 was a long one, but we reached the top at 
 last and were soon comfortably seated in a 
 small carriage drawn by two horses. 
 
 As we drove through the streets of Sor- 
 rento we found that we were objects of curi- 
 osity, particularly to the ladies who were 
 seated in the balconies. The most of these 
 ladies were very handsome with large dark 
 eyes and hair. 
 
 The roads further on were lined with 
 orange and lemon trees, and we hailed a 
 small boy who had his arms full and bought, 
 all he had for fifty centimes (ten cents), and 
 they were fresh and tasted good, as we were 
 thirsty and the road dusty and the day hot. 
 
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 The road wound in and out, between farms, 
 gardens, and trees, and crossed deep ravines 
 where we could look down and see boats mov- 
 ing to and fro, and at times catch glimpses 
 of the ever beautiful bay, or of Vesuvius, 
 which always seemed to step into the land- 
 scape from whatever point with its charm 
 of ^terribleness. Sometimes we saw the 
 smoking point from between trees, some- 
 times from between houses, over rocks or 
 fi'om the water, or across it — always the 
 same and always changing. I hope I may 
 never forget the pictures 1 have seen of that 
 volcano as long as I may live. Some of 
 these little glimpses seen through interven- 
 ing trees were worth a hundred trips to Eu- 
 rope ; but I couldn't help wishing that there 
 might be a little eruption that wouldn't hurt 
 anything, that I might see at a safe distance 
 before I left. 
 
 We reached Castlemarre which is a pret- 
 
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 ty city, as also is Sorrento, but we had not 
 time for a very long study of its beauties as 
 we had to take the train back to Naples. 
 
 The train started and we were soon mov- 
 ing through the little fishing villages along 
 the coast, where the men were building- 
 boats or mending nets.. The streets were so 
 narrow that it was impossible to see down 
 through them. We brought the rest of the 
 oranges that we had bought, and at every 
 station there was a crowd of beggars, all 
 crying out that they were hungry. Just as 
 we were pulling out of one station I threw 
 an orange to one fellow who was wailing out 
 his woes loudly, and it hit him directly in 
 the mouth and hit him hard, though I did 
 not intend to hurt him. I was glad the train 
 was moving. 
 
 It was not long before we reached Naples 
 and we brought splendid appetites along. 
 When I entered my room at the hotel a most 
 
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 surprising sight met my gaze, for there all 
 over my floor was a perfect billow of white 
 lace. I could not imagine w^here it came 
 from, until I saw Selim, the dog, all curled 
 up on the remains of the lace window cur- 
 tain. As soon as he saw that I was mad he 
 looked up at me with such a droll and guilty 
 expression that I had to laugh instead of 
 whipping him as he deserved. 
 
 I gathered up the pieces and twisted the 
 curtain up so that the torn places w^ere not 
 so noticeable, and during it all he watched 
 me with the keenest interest, thinking, I 
 suppose, that he would pull it all down and 
 chew it up again if I went off another time 
 and left him all day alone. 
 
 The next morning w^e took a cab and soon 
 stood upon the platform of the railway sta- 
 tion. It was all decked with flags and rich 
 curtains and other things to make it look 
 attractive, as the Emperor of Germany was 
 
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 to arrive soon. We had our tickets for Rome 
 and on the way passed the train bearing the 
 Emperor of Germany. All of the stations 
 along the route were decked with flags and 
 flowers, and crowds of people were waiting 
 his arrival. Soon we were out of sight of 
 Naples and had caught our last glimpse of 
 Vesuvius and were looking forward to Rome. 
 
CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 ROME. 
 
 'Gj'E arrived at Rome about three o'clock 
 5^^c) that afternoon, after a very pleasant 
 ride through a country made familiar by 
 much study of geography and history at 
 home and of the guide-book abroad. 
 
 As soon as we arrived we went to a hotel 
 and after a good wash and dinner we started 
 out to see the sights, and drove to the prin- 
 cipal places. We left the Piazza Spagna and 
 drove along the Corso, which is the princi- 
 pal street and on to the Piazza Yenezia, and 
 past the old Forum Trajano, and down the 
 Via Bonello to the Forum Romanum, past 
 the famous Colosseum and then around to 
 
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 the principal cliurches, and after that up to 
 the Capitoline Hill, and back to the hotel. 
 This ride took up all the afternoon and we 
 thought we had done very well for so short 
 a time, as we had got the plan of the great, 
 city and all its wonders fixed in our minds. 
 The next morning we started early and went 
 back to the Colosseum, which is indeed a 
 great sight. The enormous size of the place 
 and the remembrance of what it was for made 
 it doubly interesting. There are four stories 
 or tiers on one side, the outer portion of 
 which is in good preservation. The other 
 side seems to have been partly demolished 
 and carried away. All around it are great 
 fragments of stone, broken columns, and 
 crumbled walls of other buildings now for- 
 gotten. The Arch of Titus stands at one 
 side, and that of Constantino near by, both 
 of them showing what the pomps and vani- 
 ties of this world come to. 
 
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 We mounted the great stone steps inside 
 the Colosseum and soon were at the top 
 and looking down on the great Arena. The 
 tiers upon tiers of seats once filled with 
 shouting people now serve for nesting places 
 for flocks of little birds, and all over the 
 walls are holes worn in by the elements, 
 though our guide declared it was caused by 
 the people taking the iron out for balls, at 
 one time in the history of Rome. But the 
 holes are there, so many that it is fairly 
 honeycombed. The floor of the Colosseum 
 or Arena has been partially uncovered so 
 that one may see the dungeons below where 
 the wild beasts were kept, and also places 
 where the unfortunate prisoners were con- 
 fined until it pleased those in power to get 
 up a celebration luid bring them out to be 
 torn to pieces in the Arena. Down in that 
 excavation the cells were built in regular 
 streets with thick walls to the dunoeons. 
 
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 No escape was possible. The whole of the 
 place has not been excavated, and that part 
 left to show the form of the old Arena is 
 smooth, and railed off so no one can fall 
 down into the pits. All aronnd the Arena 
 and below the first tier of seats there 
 were small rooms which doubtless held 
 animals, as they are strong and massive. 
 Nature has been kinder to the Amphithea- 
 tre at Pompeii than to the Colosseum in 
 Rome. 
 
 Just outside of this great place we stop- 
 ped to admire the surroundings, which are 
 of the greatest interest. The massive Arch 
 of Constantino is a work of art, covered as 
 it is with carving in relief relating to his ex- 
 ploits. The Arch of Titus is not so highly 
 ornamented but it has several points where 
 there are fine carved fio^ures in hio^h relief. 
 They relate to his achievements, and repre- 
 sent, I think, triumphal processions, and 
 
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 there is an inscription showing the date and 
 for whom it was erected. 
 
 Near by the Colosseum are the crumb- 
 ling remains of the Gladiators' Fountain, 
 where they used to stop for good luck and 
 wash before going to fight. There is a con- 
 ical stone pillar from which the water flowed, 
 and the remains of the circular basin. 
 
 After havino; examined the Colosseum 
 from one end to the other and viewed these 
 two arches from every side, we went to the 
 Roman Forum or rather the place where it 
 was once. I would like to tell all about this 
 Forum, what it was for and who had stood 
 here in time long past, but I refrain, for I 
 suppose it would be telling people what they 
 knew long ago, and I suppose the most of 
 those who have not been there have seen 
 pictures of what it looks like now, but it 
 was very new to me. There are a few col- 
 umns still standing, but the most of those 
 
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 that once enclosed this vast court are gone. 
 There is one large fluted column set upon a 
 stone foundation which was doubtless some 
 sort of monument. In every direction there 
 are fragments which show what this place 
 must have been "in the brave days of old.'* 
 It is surrounded by fine buildings, and with- 
 in the enclosure s'ands the triumphal arch 
 of Septimus Severus, the old fellow that 
 thought he ought to get twenty -five hours' 
 work out of each twenty -four, and had him- 
 self kept awake by a gong. This arch is 
 very handsome and is richly carved, but is 
 not nearly as well preserved as that of Con- 
 stantine, which shows scarcely any signs of 
 decay. At the base of the Septimus Sev- 
 erus Arch are some fine carvings in relief. 
 This arch is seventy-five feet high and will 
 last for several generations more. The pave- 
 ment of the old Forum is almost entire. 
 Charles got up on the stump of one column 
 
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 and I on another and we spouted Julius 
 Caesar at each other, and felt that we were 
 old Roman orators. Nothing remains of the 
 former greatness of the old Forum except a 
 pile of ruins covered by earth and beautiful 
 poppies, and of the splendid Temple of Saturn 
 there remain but a few columns. 
 
 There was a regular line of forums laid 
 out — first coming the Forum of Vespasian, 
 next the Forum of Minerva, with a temple 
 to Minerva at the end, the Forum of Augus- 
 tus, then the Forum of Ctesar, opposite this, 
 and having the Temple of Venus set in the 
 centre, then came the Forum of Trajan. The 
 Forum Romanum was built in a sort of cor- 
 nering way from the others, nearly at the 
 foot of the hill where is the Basilica Julia. 
 On one side are the remains of a rostrum, 
 and near that the Arch of Augustus, and a 
 temple to Vesta. There are other ruins of 
 massive buildings, most of them of gi-eat 
 
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 beauty. There is a large square building, 
 or rather its remains, called the Atrium 
 Vestce, just beyond the round temple. The 
 Forum Romanum is on ground a little below 
 the roadway that is built all around it, and 
 one gets a very good view of it by driving 
 around the whole. I do not know what it 
 is that makes ruins so interesting, but I think 
 that I could stay forever wandering around 
 among the old moss-grown and rain-beaten 
 stones without wanting or caring to know 
 anything about their history. 
 
 The Forum of Trajan is a bit of the old 
 world surrounded by the new. It is on 
 sunken ground, several feet below the side- 
 walk, and there is an iron fence with stone 
 posts all around it. Inside the enclosure 
 are many broken columns, not one entire. 
 These temples and forums have been covered 
 with earth and are now excavated. It is 
 thought that only a small portion of this 
 
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 Foruiu has been brought to light. Trajan's 
 cohimn stands in the centre of the farthest 
 end from the entrance. This column is a 
 wonder, and has carvings in a spiral pattern 
 three feet wide, winding from the bottom to 
 the top. It is said to represent pictures of 
 the war with the Dacians, and it has one 
 continuous procession of men and animals. 
 The column is hollow and has steps inside. 
 It once had Trajan's statue on top, now it 
 has some saint. This column is 147 feet 
 high, and it is said that the old emperor is 
 buried beneath the base of the column. I 
 wonder some one does not try to dig him 
 out, to put in a museum. There are two 
 churches behind the plaza or open space 
 back of this Forum. 
 
 After we had wandered over all these 
 places we went to the Basilica Julia, which is 
 almost all crumbled away, having very little 
 to show except ruined arches overgrown with 
 
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 sliriibs and poppies. Under the eastern end 
 of this immense building can be seen the 
 remains of the main conduit of the Cloaca 
 Maxima, which was built to drain the water 
 off the marshes. 
 
 Modern streets, some of them very busy 
 ones, have been cut right through these ruins, 
 and that way it has been hard to preserve 
 things that ought to be the nation's pride. 
 Just to the east stand the ruins of the Tem- 
 ple of Castor and Pollux. Across the Via 
 Sacra is a temple to Romulus, and near the 
 Via Miranda is the rest of one to Antonine 
 and Fans tine. In fact there are more temples 
 and arches and forums than 1 could describe 
 separately. There is a large tract of ground 
 thickly covered with the remains of what 
 was the centre of Rome in those days. 
 
 The Basilica Constantini stands on another 
 side from that of the Basilica Julia. Seen 
 from the side of the Via Sacra ( or Holy Way) 
 
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 m 
 
 it shows an imposing front of three great 
 arches flanlvecl by small ones, at the side, 
 and with others as a sort of foundation. The 
 inner parts of these great arches form im- 
 mense rooms, richly decorated on the sides 
 and overhead. These are covered Avith 
 what was evidently the roof. There was 
 a large platform in front, and evidences 
 that it extended much farther than it does 
 now. Charles and I climbed up on two 
 great stone abutments still better to admire 
 this stupendous building. Near the Basilica 
 de Constantine are the ruins of the palace of 
 Caesar, rising in tiers and losing themselves 
 under the trees that have grown in the earth 
 that has covered this palace completely. 
 The whole place looks from a distance much 
 like the ruins of the house of blocks a child 
 builds, but it is immense. There are arches 
 everywhere and in some places the outlines 
 of rooms show that the floors have been in- 
 
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 laid with various marbles in mosaic work. 
 On one of the lower terraces there are many 
 statues standing against a wall, which have 
 probably fallen from different portions of the 
 palace, and all been brought here. In all 
 I counted six terraces or stories, and this, I 
 think, must have been a fine palace in its day. 
 We had started up the steps that led to 
 the Capitoline Hill, and from there we had 
 a fine view of all the parts of the city that 
 most interested us, and made a long turn and 
 went up a road that we supposed would take 
 us to the palace of the Caesars, but we took 
 a wrong road and went half a mile only to 
 return again and climb up to the entrance, 
 where we saw a notice that it was all free, 
 but the guides that sprung up from behind 
 every stone, it seemed, were willing to ac- 
 cept what we were willing to give. And it 
 was worth all we paid and more to see those 
 odd old household utensils and curious crock- 
 
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 ery and many other relics found in the work 
 of excavation. There were remains of fine 
 balconies and mosaic work, and mural paint- 
 ings. In one place the guides pointed out a 
 portion of a wall said to have been built by 
 Eomulus and Remus. It was made of kuge 
 blocks of stone without cement. I often 
 think of the way they boomed that town up 
 and got other people to come in with them 
 and take corner lots without advertising, 
 and I think they were smarter than men are 
 nowadays. 
 
 The Capitoline Hill as it is no\^ does not 
 show so very many signs of what it once 
 was, still the Museum that holds all the rich 
 bronzes that have been dug out of the ruins, 
 the statuary and carvings of different kinds 
 and other relics is a place one could spend 
 years in. The ancient buildings have been 
 altered by different persons so that though it 
 is beautiful now on the Capitoline Hill it is 
 
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 not SO interesting as it might have been had 
 they left the old edifices alone. Steps now 
 lead np to the buildings flanked by large 
 statues of Castor and Pollux with horses, and 
 directly at the top of the steps is a statue of 
 Marcus Aurelius on horseback. The house 
 of the Senators has been rebuilt. 
 
 On this hill there are many curious relics, 
 among them being some of the milestones of 
 the Appian Way. It would be simply im- 
 possible to describe them all, but they are 
 wonderful. There are busts or bas-reliefs 
 of all the rulers of ancient Eome and num- 
 bers of other people, besides gods and god- 
 esses. It was here that the original statue 
 of the Dying Gladiator was found. A wom- 
 an guide shows you the Tarpian Rock, where 
 people were hurled down to death. From 
 the Capitoline Hill one gets a fine view of 
 all the ruins, particularly the Forum Rom- 
 anum, and there is a flight of steps which 
 
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 leads up from there by way of the Temple 
 of Vespasian. 
 
 The Palatme Hill is on the south side of 
 the Forum, and it had a number of temples 
 to Jove, Apollo and other gods, and several 
 royal residences. This hill was joined to 
 another smaller one by great buildings on 
 deep foundations. The ruins are scattered 
 over a large space and have among them the 
 ancient palaces of Caligula, Augustus, Sep- 
 timus Severus and others. There were 
 temples everywhere, baths and one dwelling 
 supposed to have been that of Flavia. There 
 was also what remains of the palace of 
 Tiberius, and the guide said that it was on 
 this hill that Komulus and Remus had lived 
 and they show a cave for the wolf. The 
 £uide who did not show that cave would 
 not be doing his duty. 
 
 We w^ent out the Appian Way, and here 
 were much struck by the magnitude of the 
 
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 ancient works. The Appian Way starts 
 from the Arch of Constantme, and one 
 passes many interestmg places. The road 
 outside the city starts from the Capnan gate. 
 About three-quarters of a mile from the 
 Areh of Constantino are the baths of Cara- 
 calla. These would have accommodated 
 1600 bathers at once and the ruins are most 
 interesting, consisting mostly of immense 
 arches, broken columns, mural paintings, 
 mosaic floors and sculptured stones like 
 tables, besides deep basins in the floor which 
 is perfect in some places. There were many 
 famous statues taken from this place. There 
 are many places along the Appian Way 
 where the old pavement still lies, and on each 
 side are ruins of tombs, temples, baths, and 
 fountains, all overgrown with weeds and 
 vines and sometimes trees. There is a great 
 aqueduct, that of Claudius I believe, which 
 is massive and still a marvel of the skill of 
 
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 the old Romans. Part of the Appian Way 
 is called the old road and part is called the 
 new road ; this last is macadamized. Some 
 of the ruins were very interesting, but we 
 could not stop to examine them all as we 
 would have liked to do. 
 
 One of the gates, that of St. Sebastian, 
 which is one of the outlets to the Appian 
 Way, shows the ruined Arch of Drusus. 
 There were tombs of various kinds to be seen 
 near by, but we had so little time that we 
 could not stop for more than a general view. 
 
 We went to the wonderful Pantheon, 
 which was originally built for the burial- 
 place of Agrippa, now it is used to bury 
 many prominent persons. I think Michael 
 Angelo is buried there. The dome, and in- 
 deed the whole place, is grand and beauti- 
 ful, but sombre somehow. Just behind the 
 Pantheon is another circular building which 
 is called the baths of Agrippa. When we 
 
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 went to the Pantheon we had to wait until 
 about 200 Italian soldiers had gone around. 
 They did not seem to take up hardly any 
 space in that great room. . 
 
 We went to St. Peter's, which joins the 
 Yatican. No words of mine or anybody 
 else can worthily describe this great church. 
 Charles was overcome by the grandeur 
 and sat lost in admiration while I went up 
 to the dome and from there I mounted to 
 the gilt ball on top. This looks about as 
 big as an apple from the ground, but it will 
 hold about sixteen people. I don't think 
 any person living could tell all the beauties 
 of Rome's great buildings. It takes one's 
 breath away. It is almost as grand as 
 mountains and the ocean. 
 
 While in Rome we visited all the great 
 churches, and found them all interesting from 
 various causes, though of course none could 
 compare with St. Peter's. We saw the 
 
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 " Sea la Santa " where worshippers go up 
 the long flight of steps on their knees. We 
 saw all those wonderful statues and paint- 
 ings that make of Rome one vast museum. In 
 fact, I think we saw all the sights travelers 
 are bound and obliged to take in. Some 
 day I hope to go back to Rome and study 
 each of the wonders in detail, though what 
 I have seen will live in my mind forever. 
 
 I foro'ot to mention that some of the 
 most beautiful views of the great city are 
 those which take in glimpses of the Tiber. 
 One in particular shows the tower of St. 
 Angelo across the river, and on the bridge 
 are ten or twelve statues of heroic size. 
 This tower is of great historic interest, and 
 was the key to the city. The bridge was 
 closed for some reason and we could not go 
 to the tower. There are so many public 
 and private works of art both ancient and 
 modern in Rome that anyone would be con- 
 
204 EUKOPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 fused trying to remember them. The phizas 
 are like museums with their magnificent 
 statues and fountains. There stands before 
 the Pantheon an obelisk on a beautiful ped- 
 estal, and there is another great triumphal 
 column with thousands of carved figures 
 upon it on the Piazza Colonna, called Col- 
 onna Antonina. There is another larger 
 obelisk on the Piazza del Popolo. On the 
 Palatine Hill, the ruins of the Palace of 
 Caligula are massive and grand, and every- 
 where is seen the great arch which is the 
 fundament of nearly all the ruined architec- 
 ture of Rome. 
 
 Our visit to the catacombs of St. Calisto 
 was one that I shall never forget. The en- 
 trance is through a small building on the 
 Appian Way, about three-quarters of a mile 
 from the city. We were conducted by three 
 Trappist monks who act as guides. They 
 are allowed to talk. The rest of the brother- 
 
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EUKOPE SEEN THKOUGH A BOY's EYES. 205 
 
 hood are vowed to silence. There are other 
 catacombs, but these are the largest and in 
 the best condition. There were about twenty 
 persons, among them some steamer friends, 
 waiting to go dowai and Charles and I joined 
 the party. We went down two flights of 
 stairs and through long, winding passages 
 that seem endless, and indeed it is said that 
 the catacombs of Rome if placed in a line 
 would measure about 545 miles, but they 
 wind in and out and sometimes there are 
 four or five tiers or stories and one might 
 wander, if lost, for days before finding an 
 outlet. The passageways are about four 
 feet wide, sometimes less, and on each side 
 in crevices and niches are bodies and bones, 
 and occasionally a lamp. Generally there 
 is a slab or piece of stone with a name on 
 it, and in some places it is hollowed out in 
 large vaults, for families apparently. On 
 s^eral of the walls of these larger places 
 
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 are mural paintings of saints, and in these 
 places are shelves where coffins could be 
 deposited, and other places are arched for 
 the reception of statues and sarcophagi. 
 There is a chapel where on St. Cecelia's 
 day mass is celebrated. Among the notables 
 buried in this place were several popes, two 
 of them still there but the others have been 
 taken away. The dead bones here are not 
 ranged into such fanciful shapes as in the 
 Capuchins but the sight of so many miles of 
 passages lined on all sides by the forgotten 
 dead, and the knowledge that in tier on tier 
 above were the same depressing sights, it is 
 no wonder that I felt very small and little 
 and was very glad to get out into the sun- 
 light again, even if the way was lined with 
 tombs. One was a great tower-like struc- 
 ture, and was the tomb of Cecelia Matella 
 whoever she was. It has withstood the rav- 
 ages of time better than the rest of them. 
 
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 We went to the catacombs of the Capiichm 
 monks where the skulls and bones of the 
 dead are arranoed in a manner that would 
 seem ingenious and pretty, if it were not 
 that all the fanciful arrangements of arches, 
 flowers, vases, etc., were made of different 
 bones of the bodies gathered there. Tliere 
 is one place where there is holy soil from 
 Calvary, and the bodies are buried in this 
 for fifty years, and are then taken out and 
 used to decorate some other niche. These 
 poor bones and skulls are polished up nicely 
 before they are put in. It is horrible and 
 seems as if it is not right to mix the bones 
 up so that nobody could ever find his own. 
 
 Seeing so much of the past almost made 
 me believe that all Rome was dead, but it is 
 not ; it is very much alive, and there are so 
 many foreigners there that it has a special 
 interest. But, we concerned ourselves more 
 with old Rome than with the new, though 
 
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 of course, we made the most of om^ time 
 seeing all we could of all parts of the city. 
 
 Before I left home I had had a little cor- 
 respondence with His Eminence, the Cardinal 
 Ledochowski, the Chief of the Propaganda, 
 and I wa« anxious to see him, as he had 
 written to me inviting me to call on him if 
 ever I went to Rome. I sent in my card,' 
 and he remembered instantly all about it, 
 and sent his secretary to ask me to wait a 
 few moments. Then the secretary conduc- 
 ted me to the Cardinal's private room, out- 
 side of which were already some twenty 
 persons waiting for a conference, but His 
 Eminence came forward with outstretched 
 hands and said: "And how are you, my 
 dear Tello." This took away my fear of 
 intruding, and I felt more at ease, and we 
 chatted about half an hour, as though we 
 were old friends. Then wishing me the best 
 of luck, he gave me his autograph photo- 
 
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 graph. I could not see the Pope, as he was 
 too fatigued, having received so many pil- 
 grims the week before. If I could have 
 stayed a few days longer I might have had 
 an interview with him, but unfortunately 
 our time was up. 
 
 Cardinal Ledochowski is a stately and 
 noble looking man, with great dignity and 
 power of carriage, but with that he is as gen- 
 tle as a women. His manner is perfection, 
 and it is an example for all great men. I 
 shall alwavs be erlad I met him. 
 
 Everyone has read of the wonders of the 
 Vatican. It is like Aladdin's palace. There 
 are galleries on galleries, chapels, museums, 
 libraries, halls and other rooms until the 
 mind is lost in surprise. The royal stair- 
 way is most beautiful, with its double line 
 of columns, each higher than the other, and 
 its sculptured archway. There is a long 
 corridor filled with sculpture of every kind 
 
210 EUKOPE SEEN THEOUGH A BOY's EYES. 
 
 and with pictures in the arches opposite the 
 windows. The library is most wonderful. 
 It is paved with marble, and everywhere 
 stand priceless vases and other works of art. 
 There are desks and on every side are paint- 
 ings, each one a gem. The ceiling is like 
 nothing else. It is covered with paintings 
 and they are done so as to leave a dazzled 
 effect on the mind. Another long gallery 
 in the museum of the Vatican has a line of 
 busts of famous men the whole length, be- 
 tween the windows. The ceiling to this 
 gallery is wonderful with its carvings and 
 pictures. It is the geographical gallery. 
 The Sistine chapel with its lovely statues is 
 also here. The whole of the upper part of 
 the walls, and one end and the ceiling are 
 covered with religious paintings by old mas- 
 ters. The whole place is to my mind the 
 most wonderful building in the world if I 
 can judge by the little I have seen and what 
 
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 I have read. The gardens around it are 
 worthy of the Vatican, which is large 
 enough to quarter a big army. 
 
 One day while 1 was walking along I 
 saw the King of Italy. Two little boys 
 bowed to him, and he returned their salute. 
 I took courage and raised my hat and bowed, 
 whereupon he did the same. I thought him 
 a fine looking man, but showing the cares 
 and worries of State. I had had an open 
 letter to all American ministers sent me 
 from Mr. Gresham, our Secretary of State, 
 through the kind ofhces of a good friend, 
 which would probably have gained me an 
 interview with all the Royalty wherever I 
 passed, but by changing our itinerary the 
 letter missed me and wandered all through 
 Spain and Italy and finally reached me a 
 few days before we started for home, too 
 late for its purpose, but not too late for me 
 to thank all those who took so much trouble, 
 
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 particularly during the two or three days 
 after President Cleveland's inauguration. 
 
 Charles and I made several other trips 
 about Rome, visiting the Quirinal and all 
 other places of interest mentioned by the 
 guides, but no ten books could tell all we 
 saw. We went to the Trevi fountain where 
 the people say the water is enchanted so 
 that whoever drinks it is obliged to revisit 
 Rome. We drank and threw in a handful 
 of copper money. Selim thought water was 
 good, and started after a drink or to recover 
 our soldi, and he nearly fell in the fountain, 
 which is large and deep, and he looked per- 
 fectly discouraged when I scolded him, as 
 much as to say, " what's the use of a fellow 
 trying to make himself useful, and be abused 
 for it?" 
 
 We were not traveling for social pleas- 
 ures, nor any kind of gayety,and so confined 
 ourselves strictly to the business of seeing 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOY's EYES. 213 
 
 all we could of every place we visited and 
 as we had done all that could be compassed 
 into those few days, we started back to 
 Florence, where we arrived and were re- 
 joiced to find Aunt Mary quite recovered. 
 
 A few days later we started back to 
 Genoa, and remained waiting several days 
 for the Fulda to sail. What we saw in 
 Genoa I told in another chapter. At last 
 the Fulda was ready to start and so were 
 we. 1 admit I was homesick, besides I 
 wanted to show my dog to my friends in 
 New York, and I wanted many things, chief 
 of which was to see my parents, and it 
 seemed that the steamer was awfully slow. 
 I was not seasick on this trip. The Fulda 
 is an easy steamer anyhow, but I wanted to 
 see New York. 
 
 There was a rather more sociable lot of 
 passengers on this steamer than there had 
 been on the Kaiser Wilhelm. Among them 
 
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 were Lord and Lady McPherson, who were 
 very friendly to me, and an Italian member 
 of Parliament, and we also grew to be good 
 friends; but Selim furnished about all the 
 diversion there was. 
 
 The Fulda reached her dock at last, on 
 time, and even sooner than she had been 
 expected, and I said good-bye to Charles 
 who started westward to his home, and 
 to the dear lady who had taken me under 
 her gentle wing, and allowed a lonely boy 
 to call her Aunt Mary during the voyage. 
 
 Then I came safely through the Custom 
 House, took a cab and hurried home to find 
 my blessed father and mother busily plan- 
 ning about going to meet me the next morn- 
 ing; were we glad to see each other ? I think 
 so. And Selim, he adopted mamma at once 
 and pre-empted her lap as his bed, and 
 promptly went to sleep with a sigh of su- 
 preme content, and papa and mamma and I 
 
EUROPE SEEN THROUGH A BOy's EYES. 215 
 
 hugged and kissed each other a hundred 
 times. I was glad to get home though I 
 had enjoyed my trip with keen relish. I 
 wish I could feel sure that those who read 
 this little book will enjoy as well as I did 
 my trip to Europe and back. 
 
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