The Republican journal., 1895-10-10

divers sortes Of fiat Beanes called lapine,

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divers sortes of fiat Beanes called lupine,
some Of the garden and others wilde.' 1t
is yet extensively cultivated in many parts
of the world, especially in Egypt and the
Mediterranean countries for food, forage
and a fertilizer. There are over eighty
species of the shrubby tribe Genisteae, Of
the order Leg,cninosae, all with flowers Of
pea-like form, blue, white, purple or vel
low, in long terminal spikes, and with flat
seeds that are bitter as gall until the flavor
has been somehow taken out of them.
One variety, that with blue flowers, (lu-
pine trenis, believe,l grows wild in our
own country, in sandy places from Canada
to Florida; and we sometimes cultivate
another species in our gardens, those
with beautiful pink, white or yellow
flowers, though unaware of their very
ancient and honorable family
The range of the thermometer in the
Azores is from As degrees, Fair, the low
est known extreme, or 4S degrees, the Or
binary extreme of January, to So degrees,
the highest known extreme of July near
the level of the sea. But though the eli
mate is SO temperate and equable, the ex-
tremes of sensible heat and cold are great
ly increased by the dampness of the at
mosphere, which is SO great that paper
hangings will not adhere to the walls and
the veneering of furniture soon slips off
The island of Fayal comes next in due
course, sailing southwest from Flores ia
miles. 1t is perhaps the most frequented
of all the Azores, after St Michael. as it
has one of the best halbors in the archi-
pelago and lies directly in the track Of
vessels crossing the Atlantic At anv
rate it has long been famous in America.
and doubtless in Europe also, as the old
time paradise of absconding bank cashiers
and swndlers of all sorts and conditions.
who found it advisable to retire for time
from the public gaze. The island got its
singular name from green shrub, the
fayd, which carpets all its valleys and
clothes its mountains from top to bottom
Seen from afar it is one immense conical
mountain, rising to the clouds and bear
ing every trace of comparatively recent
volcanic formation. Its chief town, Villa
da Horta, lies at the southwestern ex-
tremity, on broad, deep, semi circular
bay, which is protected by two bold
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crescent Besides its own headlands-
Monte da Guia and Espalamaca, facing
each other like watchful sentinels-the
harbor of Horta is somewhat sheltered by
the long island Of Sac Jorge to the north
ward; while only four miles away the
magnificent volcano of Pico lifts it's broad
shoulders as an efficient breakwater to the
eastery gales. Just north of Monte da
Guia, the southwest headland. stands
Monte Qurmada, or Burnt Mountain, with
its curiously- colored red and brown cliffs
and base OF blackened Stag and cultivated
terraces like ancient battlcments. 1t juts
sharply into the sea, and on the reefs ex-
tending from it is an uncompleted break
water. Among the patches of corn and
grain and vine-land separated by tall
hedges Of cane which crown the heights
and terrace their sides, you see the re-
mains of ancient Notifications and two or
three old castles, all fallen to decay. The
first view OF the harbor and city flashes
upon the traveller Ike dream Of beauty.
Villa da Horta occupies the entire shore
of the bay and clings to the steep sides Of
the hill that rises abruptly from the wa
ters edge-the quaint monotony Of its
one-story, white washed buildings. with
din@y red roofs, all apparently precisely
alike rising one above another, relieved
by the bright green Of orange groves and
gardens, over which scores of wind mills
swing their lusty arms as if challenging
any number of Azorean Don Quixotes TO
mortal combat. The principal street of
the city follows the curve of the bay all
the way from Monte Qurnada to Espala-
maca, the two horns of the crescent,
and is protected from the encroachments
of the sea by high, thick, parapeted
wall Of masonry. In front of this the
ocean waves lapse gently upon beach of
glittering black sand. In the suburbs
villas peer out from empowering foliage,
and behind all, the smooth topped hills
trend gradually toward the center Of the
island, until they are lost amid the clouds
that circle around their submits.
FANNIE B. WARD.
Travelling Dog.