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Title: Travels and politics in the Near East
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Miller, William, 1864-1945
Subjects: Eastern question (Balkan) Balkan Peninsula
Publisher: New York : Frederick A. Stokes
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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. For Pola is at once anAustrian Portsmouth and an old Roman town. Here asuperb amphitheatre rises on the edge of the water, wherethe last new ironclad is lying at anchor; here the GoldenGate and the Temple of Augustus have dockyards andarsenals as their neighbours, and the statue of Tegetthoff,the Austrian Nelson, looks down on the narrow, stone-paved streets, where Dianas ruined fane affords silentrecord of the past. The mailed figure of an Istrianmargrave on the wall of the town-hall seems out of placeamong the naval officers, who are strolling in what wasonce the forum. But Pola is more prosperous now than ithas been for centuries. The recent movement in Austria-Hungary for a development of the navy and thefoundation of a newspaper this year for the express pur-pose of combating the old theory, which considered theMonarchy as essentially, and almost exclusively, an inlandState, cannot fail to benefit the place, even though theBocche di Cattaro are likely to divide with it in the 8
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Travels and Politics future, even more than in the present, the privilege of agreat naval harbour. Given fair weather, nothing can be more delightfulthan a voyage along the eastern shores of the Adriatic.There is none of the monotony of ocean travel in Dalma-tian waters, for, with one or two exceptions, the steamerscourse is never out in the open sea, and even then landis always in sight. Por most of the way you glide as in ariver between the islands and the coast, threading mag-nificent fiords—but fiords beneath a Southern sky—orstopping beneath the grey walls of some mediaeval town,whose inhabitants, dressed in the most artistic of cos-tumes, throng the quays and fill the steep, narrowstreets and old-fashioned squares, like the chorus inItalian opera. Dalmatia, it is true, lacks vegetation, andthe eye is somewhat wearied by the eternal whitenessof her conical hills and stony uplands. But the colourharmonises well with the intense blue of sky and sea, andthe brilliant scarlet cos

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