The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1896-01-25
All Sorts and Conditions of Men Jostls
One Another in the Streets.

| All Sorts and Conditions of Men Jostls
| One Another in the Streets.
Perhaps it is true that the impress.
sions which Rome makes upon a
| thoughtful man vary more according
to the wind and the time of day than
| those he feels in other cities. Perhaps,
too, there rs no capital in all the world
which has such contrasts TO show with
in a mile of each other-one might
| almost say within a dozen steps.
One of the most crowded thorough
fares of Rome, for instance, is the Via
del Tritone, which is the only passage
between the Pincian and the Quirinal
hills, from the region of Piazza Colon
IA toward the railway station and the
new quarter. During the busy hours
of the day a carriage can rarely move
through its narrower portions any fas-
ter than at a foot-pace, and the insult
fcient pavements are thronged with
pedestrians. In measure, the Tritone
of Rome corresponds to Galata bridge
in Constantinople. In the course of
week most of the population of the
city must have passed at least once
through the crowded little street,
which somehow, in the rain of millions
that lasted for two years, did not man.
age to attract to itself even the little
sum which would have sufficed to widen
it by a few yards. 1t is as though the
contents of Rome were daily drawn
through keyhole. In the Tritone are
to be seen daily magnificent eouipages.
damned in the string, between milk
carts, omnibuses and dustmen's bar
lows, preceded by butchers vans and
followed by miserable cabs, small dog
carts, and high-wheeled country vehi-
cles driven by rough, booted men wear
ing green-lined cloaks and looking like
strange bandits; even saddle-horses ara
sometimes led that way, to save time;
and on each side flow two streams OF
human beings of every type to be found
between Porta Angelica and Porta San
Giovanni.
A prince of the Holy Roman empire
pushes past troop of dirty school chill
dren, and is almost driven into an open
barrel of salt Goldfish, in the door of
poor shop, by a blackfaced charcoal
man carrying a sack on his head more
than half as high as himself. A party
of jolly young German tourists in loose
clothes, with red books in their hands,
and their feld-glasses hanging by
straps across their shoulders, try to rid
themselves of the flower girls dressed
in sham Sabine costumes, and utter eX-
carnations of astonishment and admir-
alton when they themselves are almost
run down by couple of the giant Roal
grenadiers, each six feet five or there
abouts, beside nine inches, or so, Of
crested helmet aloft, gorgeous, gigan-
tic and spotless.
Clerks by the dozen and hveried mes
sengers of the ministries struggle in
the press; ladies gather their skirts
closely, and try TO pick dainty way
where, indeed, there is nothing 'dain"
"a word which DR.. Johnson confesses
that he could not find in any dictionary.
but which he thinks might be very use
full; servant girls, smart children with
nurses and hoops going up TO the Pin
clio, black-browed washerwOmen with
big baskets of clothes on their heads,
stumpy little infantry soldiers in gray
uniforms, priests. friars, vendors OF
boot-laces and thread. vegetable sellers
pushing hand-carts Of green things in
and out among the horses and vehicles
with amazing dexterity, and yelling
their cries in suPerhumanly high voices
there is no end TO the multitude.
If the day is shUwery. it is sight /
20 see the confusion in the Tritone +
when umbrellas Of every age, material I
and color are all opened at once. while [
the people who h-v2 ncaa ereV0d iEt-n .