Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-04-27

men, whom they sold into slavery at
Agiers and elsewhere, The towers are
now all private property, and such as
are not too tar destroyed. are used as
residences and store houses.
Another tower, OF altogether different
aspect and in ruinous condition. crowns
the summit OF an enormous rock above
the LurI valley, 1t is called la tour
de Seneque" and is believed 20 have
been the habltatlop OF Seneca during
his years Of exile on this ISLAND. You
remember that ne was banlshed from
Rome, on suspicious OF undue intimacy
with julia the proilgate daughter Of
Agrippma Not far from il is an an
cient Capuchin convent, yet occupied
by monks: and little farther on Is
the profitable English anthony
known az Lurl-Castcllo. The little
Lurl valley is well worth visiting. Il is
one luXurl0nt garden, celebrated for
It's wines and densly shaded with olive
trees, A river runs through H. and
along IT'S banks are half a dozen tiny
villages In this journey around Cape
Corso a good deal of the way is on a
cOrnice road overhanging the Mediter-
ranean, and you may easily imagine
the views Of surprising beauty The
islands OF Elba and Capraja are In
plain sight, and even Monte Christie,
when the weather is clear. Near the
eliminating point OF Cape Corso,
marked by a cluster OF ancient tow
ers and large convent OF Benedictne
nuns, is the Grotto Of Brando, which
you should visit--though Il requires an
other day and the hospitality OF the
nuns A wonderful stalactite cave runs
deep into the mountain, In the form Of
a series Of narrow galleries, revealing
strange and unexpected beauties at
every step. Many of the stalactltes are
translucent and Hight shining through
them produces marvellous effects. The
attendants In charge of the grotto,
light II up with candles, and the fee is
two francs for each person who enters.
Indeed so charming Is the ride around
Cape Corso that one wishes II coull
last forever. Here long stretch OF
road, en- cornlce in mld-air; there a
cluster Of romantic towers-bullt by
whom, and for what purpose? Anon
ruined cathedral, clinging to the
perpendicular sides OF a cliff the
approach % IL up rugged path
way hewn out Of solid granite; and
all around II clusters are ancient VIII
lagos so disposed that at a moments
notice all the inhabitants could flee for
safety to the central tower. What
ever the former inhabitants Of this pen
nsula may have been, those Of today
are remarkably peaceable and indus
trious--f for CorsiCans. They seem to
have been Of migratory disposition, for
IN almost every case, the best houses
are pointed out as belonging TO "AmerI
Gains meaning people who went TO
seek their fortunes In the New World
usually In Porto Rico where they
worked on the sugar estates, and hay
ing amassed what they consider a com
petence, returned to end their days In
comfort on their beloved island.
The journey down the eastern coast
Of Corsica, to Bonifazio, on It's south
ern extremity Is not unmitigated de-
light, but the good traveller Is, OF
course prepared TO take some bitter
with his sweet The town Of BonifaziO
stands sixty meters above the narrow
strait Of the same name which separ-
ates this island from Sardinia The
strip of beach between the sea and the
olive covered hills, called the Marina"
is occupied exclusively by fishermen
and other sea farlng people, and Is
strongly protected not only by the an
Client Notifications above. but by mod
ern works armed with heavy artillery.
In front is n small, perfectly land
locked harbor, so narrow at its en-
trance that IL was closed with chains
by Alfonso OF Aragon. The ascent to
the town is by a winding road mount
ing the Isthmus which connects the
rock on which II stands with the main
land and the only entrance TO II Is
through an ancient gate which still
bears the arms OF the Bank Of Genoa
St George and his lion, Nothing can
exceed the picturesque beauty Of this
ancient fortress, or the view from its
ramparts OF nearby Sardinia and in.
Vulnerable smaller Islands on both
sides Of the strait, Why, oh why, do
people of money and leisure stick to
their little insipid round Of fashionable
resorts, year after year when the world
holds such beautiful places as this
so easy Of access, too?
Boncifazlo town is a labyrinth OF
crooked streets, rising in wide stone
steps. The houses are very tall and
gloomy entered by quaint, steep stairs
that are almost like ladders, The whole
has a sort of dllapidated Moorish app
pearance, heightened by the seclusion
in which the women live. They seem
to pass as idle and useless lives as the
beauties OF the harem-only these are
not yelled, and lounge all day AZ the
half-opened easements. Perhaps, like
Zarlfa, they are only permitted to rise
up, come to the window, and gaze with
all the town"
FANNIE b. WARD.
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