The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-09-08

principal ones being Roma street and
Chiara street. Here is the old San
Fernando church, modelled somewhat
after st. Peters in Rome. Also the
Royal Palace and gardens, Art Gal
lery of UmbertoI; the church of st.
Francis de Paul. said to be one of the
largest in Europe. Here also is to be
seen the San Carlo theater, which is
the pride of Naples. Some of our par
ty take the steamer 70 Capri to visit
the beautiful Blue Grotto.
We take a special trip to Pompeii,
and stroll the silent streets, visit the
silent Halls of Justice, the Forum and
Basilica, tread with mingled awe and
wonder its Temples of Venus and
Mercury, Augustus, Jupiter, Fortune
and other mystic and NEUROLOGICAL
shrines of worship. 1 gathered many
interesting facts and secured several
photographs which may interest us
later. Crumbling temples and ruined
palaces, and stepping stones in WELL
paved streets worn with years of
traffic and which resounded with the
dash of chariot wheels, these do not
tell the story of the city's slumber for
! eighteen centuries. But out of the
| dim, distant past l can see the hand
of God in the destruction Of that
Sodom of the early Christian era. In
the evidences of sin. chiseled in stone.
and the corruptions of the times and
| RIGHTEOUSNESS of life displayed in
| Pompian art, we see what must have
been, and in the silent street and
broken columns, read Gods object les
son. Shining cities as well as souls
are doomed TO perish.
MOUNT VESUVIUS.
Our next point of interest was Mount
| Vesuvius We have seen mountain
| peaks more lofty and climbed more
rugged heights, but where can one be
| found with more increasing interest
or more tragic history than Vesuvius.
An hours ride from Pompeii in car
ascent engrossed your attention. Our
foot of the mountain. Here we were
mounted on saddle horses. and sur
rounded by a confused mob of beg
| gars, thieves and shouting, persistent,
| dragomen. One would Try to pull your
horse along and another would en-
| courage the horse by hanging on to
his tail and pounding him with a rod.
| The start was bewildering. but the
riages brought us to the village at the
/
| pleasing. Some of our horses were
| good, but most of them good-for-noth-
! ing: the riders had to work their
passage as we'll as pay for the trip.
| Fortunately, rode a mountain climber
and had no difficulty except to fight
the dragomen to keep the away. My
dear friend, Mr.. Stelle, strode his
charger like a general. his graceful
! figure. with the sky as a background,
was a picture; his appearance was
commanding and his horse was the
proudest of them all. But alas! every
horse does not pull that promises.
The exalted spirit of his beast soon
| departed like the mist before the
| sun.
The encouraging prods Of the drago-
man, which fell like a policeman's
! club on a dry goods box, failed to de-
velop speed. Mr.. Stelle coaXed a long
time, until patience ceased to be a
| virtue and he applied the rod to sup
plement his grace. But soon the rod
was reduced to splinters, when as a
| last resort the umbrella had TO do the
| honors. Imagine one so sedate as he
/ riding up that classic volcano in such
| fashion, and the umbrella going like
perpetual motion. But see him coming
| i'm al the halfway house in triumph,
his grace and grit and umbrella having
! conquered We rest a few minutes,
then continue the ascent along the zig
gag walled pathway to within 1000 feet
of the top. Our horses are left to re-
turn to the halfway casa at will, and
we begin the climb, by the help of
guides, mountain sticks, etc. Up we
go above the clouds, until we reach
the mouth of the upper crater,
The smoke, vapor, sulphur, etc, at
times are sitting, but the winds
change, the smoke blows another way.
the clouds are beneath us, but the sun