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Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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cleft beneath Monte Epomeo, after the volcano had beensilent for nearly seventeen hundred years. Numerous blooming gardens which lay in itspath were burnt up, the villas of the nobles (who preferred this side of the island to theother, on account of the protection afforded by the neighbourhood of the castle) weredestroyed, and the devastating stream fell into the sea at length close to Punta Molina.The lava has long ago grown cold ; but the adjacent vegetation has never recovered AT THE WELL. THE THREE SISTER ISLANDS. 419 the effects of this terrific scorching : the lava still presents a blackened and barrenmass. The people call the upper part of the stream Cremato, and the lower Arso—both names alluding to its fiery nature. There are more than twelve craters visible on the island, all clustered round the greatcrater of Epomeo like children round a parent. The foot of the latter is reached bytraversing great wastes of lava, and blocks of lava are the materials of which the walls are
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COURTYARD IN ISCHIA. built which surround the numerous vineyards : for the industrious people have plantedthe grape wherever the surface of the lava has become rotten and soft by the action ofcenturies. The road winds between these vineyards to the summit of the mountainpyramid. We ride along under chestnuts and fig trees, and look down between thebranches upon the sea as deeply blue as the sky, on the delightful shores of Sorrentoslightly veiled in haze, on the fairy-like, glimmering Capri, on the flat little sister island,on Naples dimmed by grey vapours, with Sant Elmo, the Castle, and Camaldoli glitteringin bright sunshine. On reaching the village of Moropano, the limitless expanse of thesea stretches before us. Many a sail glides over the silent plain, and up here the chirp ofthe sun-loving cicala is the only sound to be heard. Then the narrow road cuts through some rocky cliffs ; the land is a wilderness, andonly a few arid weeds feel the influence of a brief Spring-time. The wh

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