Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1892-02-27
ALONG A GREAT SEA.
A Young Lady's Jaunt in Europe and
Along the Mediterranean
Coast.
Through a Wonderful SubterPanean
Passage Way Cut Through
Solid Rock.
Some Picturesque Towns aud Villages
of Old Italy, and Quaint Ihdi-
vidualities.

60 on 10 the ruins Of Pompeii, old Pom
peii that we all know - much about We
are not only drawn there by its tragic his
tory but Bulwer has invested it with ro-
nance, and romance is dear 10 the heart
OF even go-ahead, sensible, nineteenth cen
fury Americans. But why do you turn
back heref Why not 20 to La Cava, a
village near the Mediterranean. There you
End cabs waiting to take you over that
wonderful road hewn IN the rocks, and
frequently supported by galleries and vast
viaducts, along the shores of the MeGiter-
ranean through many thriving Italian
villages to Amaih. Those who have tray
eed over This road remember it as a
dream of enchantment. On one side of
you lies the great shining sea, changing
color as it moves on its journey of endless
rolling. Near the land its waters
are pale emerald, farther out they
deepen into blue, then iuto purple,
and again toward the horizon line they
fade into misty gray. On the other side
the shores rise above the sea in bold
precipices, worn into fantastic shapes by
the action of the waves. As the road
winds round promonrories whose noun
tain-heights are crowned by white villages
square wateh-towers (erected under
Charles V. as protection against pirates
now many art used In dwellings, and
sllYery olive groves, every now and then
you came upon rapid, rushing mountain
streams dashlng reckessly down from
above you into the enchanting sea. The
steep hills seemed piled up to the sky and
although the stones are generally some
what bare IN many places they are laid
out In terraces cultivated with some form
Of Vegetable wealth or planted with vines,
olives, lemons an other fruit trees, the
untamable rocks are covered with crimson
gilly.fowers, golden broom and other
wild things. You pass villages whose
gardens and orange orchards make
the air heavy with their
perfume and rose hedges sometimes fall in
a cascade of bloom over the walls Every
where there is a dreamy stiffness and your
heart goes out in awe and thankfuness to
God for the wonderous gifts. As the sun
sets and sheds its last pink rays on all
around you, you are first thrilled and then
you seem to be filled with that "peace
which passeth all understanding. From
Salernor the road ascends and near Veitri
crosses a valley by a stone bridge On a
hill is Anito, the next village is the pic
turesquely situated fishing village of Cetara
extending along the bottom of narrow
rayine 1t is mentioned in the history of
the invasions of the Saracens and was the
| first place where they settled.
You pass through MAORI, with its ter
raced lemon plantations, and MINOR, a
clean little village which was once the
arsenal of Amal6.
Near Minori lies Atrani at the entrance
TO a ravine, one of the largest and most
picturesque of the villages through which
You pass. An odd pile of houses huddled
together in heap, set off by campanila
or two and almost in the sea. What a
fancy Italiars nave for living in punches.
Not fer from Atrani is Amalti. Whoever
dreamed of place so quaint, so different
! from all the world as is Amalf, nestled in
the rocks ON the coast of the Mediterra-
mean. LOngfellow wrote:
"Sweet the memory Is 10 me
OF land beyond the sea,
Where amid her mulberry trees
Sits Amalf in the heat,
Bathing ever her white feet
In the tideless summer seas
Our hotel, the Albergo del Cappucclni,
hung over the sea, and as | stood on the
yeranda, looking dowL upon the broad
stone landing, which was dry as the sea
was calm. could see a score of Italian
babies, chaperoned by brothers and sisters
not much older than themselves, in all
stages of filth and poverty, happy and con-
tented as they scrambled and fought over
the coppers thrown 20 them by sons Amer
lean standing near me. Many of the lit
| tie girls who Lad not noticed the coppers
we're sitting in groups and playing
Jacks with some stones, as our little girls
do An old monk came along trying to
lead small but stubborn mule into
the bay. He pulled one way, the
mule the other, which amused
me immensely, but the monk was
not at all amused, and be was still pa.
tienly pulling when [ Uas called away.
We climbed the steep hill on donkeys to
the old Capauchin Monastery, now deserted
by the monRs and used as part of the he
tel There we found a long walk with
broken columns Oh either side and shaded
by grapevines, the walk, and tue magni6.
cent view from it of the surrounding
mountains and rocks, the many terraces,
the ancient cathedral built Of alternate
LAYERS Of black and white stone, and rest.
inc on seven antique columns from Poe
.tum and its eampanile.
The old monastery, the many quaint
pearl-white villas and the restless sea are
indeed worthy OF the enthusiasm Of artists
and poets, and no wonder our Longfellow
loved the spot. Amald is a small but live
" town with 1000 inhabitants, whose
chief occupations are the manufacture Of
paper. soap and maccaroni, In the early
part cf the middle ages it was prosperous
seaport. riyaling Pisa and Genor, and had
$4,000 Inhabitants Flavio Gioja, who is
said to have invented the compass, was
horn here. When we were ready 10 leave
Amalti we found large row boat manned
by four sturdy Italian oarsman ready to
take us to Prajano We climbed in ana
we're soon moving rapidly along 10 the
masic Of an Italian ballad Sung b. the
strCng, rich voices Of our oarsmen. The
one who led the singing was tall, strong,
splendid specimen 81 manhood his black
curls peeped out nom under a tur cap and
clustered around bis ears, and formed a
little fringe ever his forehead; he wore
gold rings IN his ears, and his great black
ewes grew nelancoGIly or mischleyous ae-
cording to what be sang; nov and then he