The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-10-04

carriages. When we reached our des-
tination, that willy old person sum-
moned three porters to whom he con-
fided his belongings, consisting of nine
large pieces of baggage. No wonder we
had to stow our bags under our feet.
wish that Mr. Debs and some of the
other gentry who clamor for the monop-
oily of the railroads by the government,
could do little travelling in Italy, and
learn just what sort of railroad
government railroad is. Competition
is the breath of progress, individualism
is the key of civilization. Danish
these two things from the United
States and you will very soon have an
Italy, with all the genius left out.
Here there is monopoly of spirits,
railroads. tobacco, and all three are
the worst to be found in Europe.
An hours journey brought us frou
Naples to Castellamare, one of the lovli-
est places in the world. 1t lies in the
corner of the Bay of Naples, just at the
head of the peninsula of Sorrento, which
contains some Of the finest scenery in
Europe. The town of Castellamere is a
busy trading and fishing port, having
population of over 80, 900 inhabitants,
chiefly aged fishermen, and lovely
liquid-eyed children. When learned
more of the customs of the place, |
found that the younger men are mostly
out in their boats, and the women are
employed in the silk factory except
such as are occupied in drawing up the
| fish-nets, one of the most picturesque
sights that it is possible to see. There
is certain strip of beach upon which
I look down from an ancient villa
(where l am given the privilege Of
roaming at my pleasure, and of picking
as many figs and flowers as l WANT,
and here sit every day and watch the
drawing up of the nets. Two men-a
youth of II, and a gray-beard of 70
work here with score of women. The
part of the beach where they stand is
very narrow, as the high cliffs of the
villa rise up at short distance from
the sea. The nets must be set far out,
for no matter how early come find
the floats still at good distance f1om
the shore and the long line of fisher-folk
pulling bravely at the rope. The ryth-
mitical grace of their motion is incom,
parably beautiful Keeping perfect
time twenty pairs of arms stretch out,
take hold of the rope, score of bodies
lean forward, and at given moment
all throw themselves backward, taking
a step further up the beach with each
haul. When the last man or woman
reaches the wall of the cliff he, or she,
drops the rope, goes down to the water S
edge, and becomes the first of the line.
This constant changing of places gives
an endless variety to the scene.
Now, Caterina is the leader, now he1
mother, next her vigorous old grand,
mother, who is considered quite an aged
person, though she is only as years old,
her daughter 30, and my friend, Cater.
ina, the grand daughter, 15
The women old and young, wrinkleG
or rosy faced all have those sovereign
beauties-a nobility of carriage and 6
graceful freedom of movement, which
only a perfect physical development
can give. Caterina, who from the time
she could walk, has been in the habit
of carrying burdens upon her head, ant
who works every day at pnlling in the
fish nets, puts to the blush certain
young countess | meet walking in the
park every afternoon. The countess il
an ardent disciple of Delsarte ant
spends several hours each day in shak
ing her hands and feet from side to side
same description. | always compar,
the studied artifciality of her move
ments with the untrammeled grace O
; the fisher girl. Caterina is the mos
; beautiful creature imaginable. He
short, striped, red and black petticoa
and full white shirt do not hide tn,
perfection of her figure, and her wilt
black hair, soft brown eyes, cheeks lik,
dusky peaches, mouth with it's cupit
bow and small white teeth, her bare
1 brown ankles and arms, make up
1 whole of physical perfection who's
i equal l have never before seen. Us
e ually the feet and hands of these peopl
, are coarse and work deformed, Blu
: Caterina's hands are still fine in shape
4 while her feet would make the FORUM
, of Partisan model. She some time
l goes on an errand for me; the other da,
she brought me book from frien,
g at neighboring hotel-from force O
: habit, or because it is the easiest man
: ner for her to carry any article, how
t ever small, the little Tauchnitz volum
/ was brought me on her head, posed o.
| the little round pad on which rests tn
: heavy copper water jar, which l oftel
, meet her carrying to or from the foun
!, tain. We have become fast friends.
S Caterina thinks she would like to q
@ back with me to Rome and learn HOY
2 to take her for my own sake, but ono
a saw poor, Gagged sea gull moping an
e pining for its freedom, and | know full
: well that Caterina, combed and curled
: washed, and purgedl of the odors O
S fish and brine, would not be the happy
t laughing girl she is on the sands G
S Castellamare. Then there is a certai
: black-browed Pietro, sailor in tn
S boat which takes us out on the bay
e who would have something to say abou
the matter, fancy.
Il never knew what sea bathing coul
!? be till l came here. To be able {
g swim, and float, and dive for as long
e time as one pleases, without fear G
e cramps or goose-fesh, is joy indeed
= AT home, when we all go in famil
Q party for dip in the cool waters c
Naragansett, stern guardian sits
e watch in hand, upon the beach, an