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TaÌˆgliches Cincinnatier volksblatt. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1885-1919, 1913-03-18
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New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
THE DRAINAGE SYSTEM.

The drive gave me good opportunity
TO realize what a monumental feat was
the driving OF Lake Fucno. The drainage
system is a marvel OF simplicity. The
entire valley has been gridironed by a
network of bitches, cutting at right angles
deeper canals which carry the accumu-
lated water to the main channel running
through the mountain and into the river
Around the Bacinetto one OF the canals
winds like a moat, forming a complete
oval and separating the section entirely
from the rest OF the country.
At regular intervals this moat Is
spanned by bridges beside each OF which
are quaint little cottages, the keepers
lodges. AS the bridges are the only
means Of access to the Bacinetto none
can enter it until the keeper has been
shown a pass.
From the bridges fine, wide, straight
roads. beautifully kept and fanked by
towering shade trees, lead for miles and
miles in every direction. Each road Is
numbered, In order, and while l failed to
inquire how many there We're we passed
that day over No. 81. The map of the
valley looks like a wheel, with the Baci-
netto marking the hub and the roads
radiating in the manner OF spokes.
The problem OF irrigation has been
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
TO THE BAClNETTO.

He looked at me for moment In won
der, then probably concluded that l was
trying TO be facetious. and with an APP
preciative grin he climbed up to his lofty
seat. | chose 20 sit next to him on the
box, for intended to ask questions. and
did not relish the idea Of shouting at him
from the inside OF the coach. Thus we
departed.
At the outskirts OF the town my jehu
wanted to know what road he should take
and as we had entered great level path
way bordered on either side by inter
minable rows OF magnificent poplars
told him this was good enough for m'
unless he had something better to oner.
But what lodge are We going to- nc
persisted.
What lodge?"I repeated, perplexed. y
don't want to go 10 any lodge. i simply
want you to take me to the lake. It's tho
water / wish TO see-the lake, the lake
Don't you understand"
An inkling OF the truth must finally
have flashed through his brain.
"Excellency." he said quietly, there Is
no water In the lake, II that's what you
are looking for. There hasn't been FOR
some years. The lake was drained dry
and 1t is now nothing but a farm"
whats the Bacinetto, then2"
That's the princes shooting preserve
It's the spot where the lake was deepest
A pond was left there for a while after
the rest was drained, and the name has
stuck, although the pond is now gone
Light was dawning upon me.
"And there Is game there?"
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
THE ROMANCE UNDlMMED.

The romance of It all, of course, was
dulled in nowise by this knowledge. The
fact that it was in this dismal. almost
lightless, dungeon from whose one small
barred window peered and thought OF
Oscar Wilde's great lines,
/ never saw man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little patch OF blue
Which prisoners call the sky.
that the old able and Edmond had spent
long hours planning their escape and
studying those languages which were TO
enable Dantes to carry out his manifold
revenge by becoming at will an English
man. Italian. Maltese or Greek, were the
things that / remembered.
Still further, 1t was in this dungeon,
whose melancholy walls seemed In very
truth impregnated with tears, that Faria
had welcomed that escape which death
alone could give. and Dantes. sewing
himself inside the dead mans shroud,
been carried out for burial And such a
burial. For the sea was the cemetery OF
the Chateau d'If.
Back in Marseilles that afternoon.
walked up the Cannebiere to the Allees
de Meillan and tried to imagine the feel
ings of Dantes' as he had taken that same
walk after his twenty years In the
chateau's dungeon. But what could |
feel OF the counts consuming sadness,
with the gay world of Marseiles slipping
their aperitifs beside me and the very
sunlight dancing to the songs Of violins?
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
A DAY IN THE CHATEAU DIFF

Here then, the aged able had begun
as he had planned. in freedom. but the
his 50-foot tunnel, which was to end not
dungeon of young Dantes AS TO the
exact location of the cell Of Dantes. how
ever, the book and concierge strongly dis
agree-Dumas being at particular pains
to point out that his hero's cell looked
out upon an open gallery, while the con-
cerge, with equal warmth, declares that
the only real Original" cell of Dantes
was on a level with and scarcely more
than ten feet from Faria's. As In the for
mer case 1t would have been impossible
for the learned Italian to reach Dantes
without having passed through at least
one occupied dungeon, and In the latter
it would have been ten, and not fifty, feet
he would have had TO excavate. neither
authority is very satisfying.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09

Immediately after clearing this
bridge we passed between the old stone
forts of st. Nicholas and st. Jean. the
latter once having been used as a fort
ress by the Chevalieres OF Matte. Then,
as the harbor grew indistinct astern,
voice cried, Chateau d'If!' and crowd
ing forward with the others l made out
a small triangular shaped island rising
abruptly from the sea, whose rocky
sides lent themselves only too. readily
to castle walls and towers with narrow
windows sinisterly barred.
Yes, that is the Chateau DIFF as you
see IL with q return ticket to Marseilles
safe inside your pocket, but imagine
how 1t looked TO Edmond Dantes on
the fateful night he left his betrothed
in Catalan and his old father dying in
the Allees de Meillan!
The gangplank was thrown out upon
a low rock jetty, and a series Of rough
stone steps, zig-zagging sharply upward.
soon brought us out upon the sterile
plateau on which the chateau stands. OF
course, like all properly constructed
stronghods in storybooks and out, this
one has a moat, albeit innocent of water
these many years The ponderous port
cullis, too has suffered the humiliation
of time and given way to hopeless
modern wooden bridge. This anachronism
having been hurried over, we found our
selves in a great, dank stone vestibule
and the hands Of the seamy faced con-
cierge. And there halt was called to
purchase at no fixed price, but according
to the dictates of our pocketbooks, small.
Christmassy red candles. Armed in this
wise, we proceeded into the open court
ward of the prison.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09

will soon imagine yourself i'm the Middle
Ages. tramping the uneven cobbles OF a
primitive village. The streets are mere
alleys, so narrow as TO shut out the sun
light almost; the houses, apparently CEN
turtles old and ready 10 crumble. are OF
strange architecture. and the people you
meet dress in antediluvian garb.
As to modern sanitation, 1t is totally
unknown. In one Of my rambles at night
/ escaped only by good luck deluge OF
garbage that some good woman threw
out of a window without so much as look
ing II any one were underneath. This
was evidently the customary and APP
proved method Of disposing Of refuse. for
the streets were Uttered with it,
When / inquired at the station how to
get to the lake the agent did not realize
that / was ignorant OF the state OF af-
fairs and directed me TO livery stable,
saying that the "bacinetto' was several
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
A HUNTING PARADISE.

"A regular money-box." he enthused
using the colloquial word "dindarolo. u
AT this season only quail, but they are
thick. Later hare. snipe. partridge and
duck. Hares you will kick up everywhere
even now. only the law IL not of. Par
fridge are plentiful In early August. but
they are wise birds, and after few pep
perings on the opening days they fly up
the mountain out Of harms way and
don't come back until the snow drives
them down. Snipe and duck, of course,
are not seen until after the heavy autumn
rains, when the bitches fill and the lower
fields become wet and boggy."
And the quail are thick?"
"Well, two good guns can easily 'sbal-
lare (shoot over one hundred) In one
day"
"Nonsense!'
MAY the Madonna strike me dumb!
Why even outside the Bacinetto where
the shooting Is free to all, young fellow
bagged forty-two before IL o'clock In the
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
6Ae EUROPEAN QUAIL

although any one can shoot his eight or
ten head right up to November. That
makes twenty guns taking out thirty
birds apiece for thirty-six days. What's
the total?"
"Over twenty-one thousand"
There you are. And II is a low esti-
mate, believe me
/ / was thoroughly interested.
Let us drive to this wonderful money
| box. / want to see II.
! you can't get into the Bacinetto with
/ out a permit"
Where do they give them out?"
"In Rome They can tell you the ad-
dress at the Avezzano office. l think II
| you present your card to the prince S
agent and say you would like 10 shoot
! here youll have no trouble. You are
/ foreigner. aren't you? Foreigners are
usually accommodated"
This was good news and | decided 70
get TO the capital without delay, but
meanwhile | would see the sights. | told
my ccerone TO lead me TO anything worth
inspection.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09

kilometres away and / would need a car
riage to get there. !. In turn. decided
that "bacinetto" (small BASIN was the
local term for lake" and without FUR
ther ado went over and made arrange
ments 10 drive out the next day.
At o o'clock the following morning
was told that my carriage mad arrived
and went down 10 lind a huge ana DAT
tered old three-horse coach, OF the type
used for travel before the advent OF rah-
roads. awaiting my pleasure.
"Why in the name Of sense did you
bring such a cumbersome conveyance l
asked irritably OF the driver. 81 told you
/ would be alone"
81 know" he said meekly. but l natu-
rally thought you were going shooting ana
would have dogs and guns and a guide
Shooting whatw l exclaimed, out ol
patience; "grasshoppers?"
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
Continued from third page.

three days trip The first night was
clear, and we lay down in the darkenlng
aisles Of the great Sequoia grove. The
majestic trunks, beautiful In color and In
symmetry. rose around us Ike the pillars
OF a mightier cathedral than ever was
conceived even by the fervor OF the Mid
die Ages. Hermit thrushes sang beautl-
fully In the evening. and again, with
burst OF wonderful music. at dawn. was
interested and IL little surprised TO ma
that. unlike John Burroughs, John Muir
cared little for birds or bird songs, ana
knew little about them. The hermit
thrushes meant nothing TO him, the trees
and the flowers and the cliffs everything.
The only birds he noticed or cared for
were some that were very conspicuous,
such as the water-ousels-always particu-
lar favorites of mine. too. The second
night we camped in a snowstorm, on the
edge OF the canyon walls. under the
spreading limbs of a grove or mighty
silver frs, and next day we went down
into the wonderland OF the valley Itself.
shall always be glad that l was In the
Yosemite with John Muir and In the
Yellowstone with John Burroughs.
IN THE NEW FOREST.
Like most Americans interested IN
birds and books. | know a good deal about
English birds as they appear In books. l.
know the lark OF Shakespeare and Shelley
and the Ettrick Shepherd; | know the
nightingale Of Milton and Keats; know
Wordsworth's cuckoo; | know mavis ana
merle singing in the merry green wood OF
the old ballads; / know Jenny Wren ana
Cock Robin of the nursery books. There
fore had always much desired to hear
the birds In real life, and the opportunity
offered In June, 1910, when l spent TWO
or three weeks I'm England. AS l couid
snatch but few hours from very ex-
acting round of pleasures and duties IL
was necessary for me TO be with some
COMPANION VINO could identify both song
and singer. IN sir Edward Grey. keen
lover of outdoor life in all its phases and
a delightful companion. who knows the
songs and ways of English birds as very
few do know them, I found the best pos
sible guide.
We left London on the morning OF June
Q, twenty-four hours before I sailed from
Southampton Getting off the train at
Basingstoke, we drove TO the pretty, smil
Ing valley Of the Itchea. Here we tramped
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
GENERAL ONCE OCCUPIED By LAKE tOcWO bcNEVO
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morning, few days ago; know because
/ counted them"
1T seems incredible. / should think
after two or three weeks of such bags
the place would be cleaned OUT
IT'S n pretty big spot and flight birds
love IL. SO that il is really restocked daily
after the quail begin to move southwark.
one OF my fares was calculating the year
ly kill not long ago, and put it down for
the entire valley al minimum OF 25, co0."
"Oh. come,"
"Figure IL out for yourself There are
at least twenty gunners-probably many
more-beating the stubbles daily in and
out OF the Bacinetto. and he must be a
hopeless blunderer who doesn't get his
twenty-five birds. Good sportsmen usu-
ally pass the fifty mark. But let us say
that the average bag is thirty and that
the season only lasts until September 10.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
THE DUNGEONS.

On three sides of us dark, cavelike open
ings led into the lower dungeons. In the
far corner a narrow stairway ran to an
upper and more luxurious tier or cells.
Here il was that the Count de Mirabeau,
Philippe Egalite, and history's lasting
enigma, the imam with the iron mask
had among others been confined.
Then, crossing the court we put
matches to our candles, and entered, a
strange procession, into a dungeon over
whose entrance i read with quickening
interest the inscription:
Cachot de rAbbe Faria,
un des heros du celebre
roman.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
ROOSEVELT IN MANY LANDS

for three or four hours, then again drove,
this time TO the edge of the New Forest,
where we first took tea at an inn and
then tramped through the forest to an inn
on its other side, at Brockenhurst At the
conclusion OF our walk my companion
, made a list of the birds we had seen, put
ting an asterisk (') opposite those which
we had heard sing. There were forty-one
of the former and twenty-three OF the
latter. as follows:
'Thrush, 'blackbird. 'lark, 'yellowham-
mer. 'robin. 'wren. golden crested wren.
'goldfnch, 'chaffinch 'greenfinch. pied
wagtail. sparrow. 'dunnock (hedge ac-
centor), missel thrush, starting. rook,
jackdaw, 'blackcap. garden warbler,
willow warbler, 'chiffchaff. 'wovd war
bier. tree creeper, 'reed bunting, 'sedge
warbler, coot, water hen, little grebe
(dabchick), tufted duck, wood pigeon,
stock dove, turtle dove, peewit, tit (coal
tit?), 'cuckoo, 'nightjar, Swallow, mar
tin, swift pheasant. partridge.
KEEP, NOT KILL.
The valley Of the Itchen is typically
the England that We know from novel
and story and essay. 1t is very beauti-
full I'm every way. with rich. civilized,
fertile beauty-the rapid brook twisting
among its reed beds. the rich green Of
trees and grass. the stately woods. the
gardens and fields, the exceedingly pict-
uresque cottages, the great handsome
houses standing in their parks. Birds are
plentiful; know but few places in Amer
lea where one would see such an abun-
dance of individuals, and l was struck by
seeing such large birds as coots,. water
hens. grebes, tufted ducks. pigeons and
peewits. In places In America as thickly
settled as the valley OF the Itchen l
should not expect to see any like number
OF birds OF this size: but hope that the
efforts OF the Audubon societies and kim
dred organizations will gradually make
themselves felt, until II becomes point
of honor, not only with the American
man, but with the American small boy,
to shield and protect all forms Of harm
less wild life. True sportsmen should
take the lead in such movement for IL
there Is to be any shooting there must be
something to shoot; the prime necessity is
to keep, and not kill out, even the birds
which in legitimate numbers may be shot
The New Forest is a wild, uninhablted
stretch of heath and woodland. many Of
the trees gnarled and aged, and it's very
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
THE COUNT RUNS THE JAUNT.

l naturally placed myself entirely In his
hands but when he spoke of starting at 2
o'clock in the morning l entered protest
on the score that it wasn't light enough to
shoot until after 4. He oyerruled the OBJ
lection.
Just let me run this jaunt," he urged
"and you will not be sorry. The accli-
mated birds are pretty scarce by now and
we must depend good deal on the pas
sage ones. If we go out before daylight
can do a little calling, so that we'll have
the visitors collected around US instead OF
scattered all over"
Thus it happened that the first streak OF
dawn found us squatted in the stuoble,
with the count beating a little instrument
which under his subtle touch reproduced
to the life the sharp "put-put-put" of the
calling quail. This clever device. known
as "quagliere," consists of a small whis-
tie of bone or wood. fastened upside down
to a four or five inch leather bag stuffed
with horsehair In using 1t the upper part
is held between thumb and forehnger'
while the bag rests against the palm or
the chest; then the bag is struck lightly
with the other hand, forcing the air
through the neck and blowing the whistle.
Manipulated by an expert, the "quagliere'
will bring on the run most OF the quail
within hearing.
For over an hour we sat listening 10
answering birds that drew nearer and
Coutinuad ssvsnfb pars
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
LITERARY MEMORIES.

All. Edmond, what a wedding feast
must have been yours at which Dumas
tells US were served, "lobsters in their
dazzling red cuirasses, prawns of large
size and brilliant color, and clovis es-
teemed by the epicures of the south as
more than rivalling the exquisite flavor
of the oyster" But there, the boat Tor
Chateau diff was whistling and / had
% hurry on.
Now, there are three ways OF reach
tng the island OF IT, A Canot auto
boat will take you there and back for
five francs, a rakish, lateen rigged
Hsherboat will take you there and never
come back for four, and a topheavy
little steamer with music aboard will
give you the round trip for two francs
or three, depending upon your taste IN
the matter of travelling first or sec
ond class. The music. and the fact that
I should only have TO share the boat
with a handful Of passengers, MADE me
choose the latter course, though the
appeal of the lateened smacks was
very strong from a romantic stand
point.
Soon after I came aboard the. little
vessel got under way. pushing her nose
cautiously toward the harbor's mouth
with evident concern for the multitude
OF craft rubbing gayly painted sides
along the quais. And then. almost be-
fore / knew il, we were passing be-
tween the steel pyiones of the pons
transbordeur, or transporting bridge
which is one of the most interesting
sights of Marseilles. The ferry maxi
ing the service between the two quais
does so at a height of five feet above
the water; hanging cables and a NOV
ing car on the tracks above being the
means of transit.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09
Continued from second page.

ternitie. But the Provencal white way is
no more to be fairly judged in the quiet
hours Of early morning than our own
Broadway, so that I did not stop but
hurried toward the quais. And then OF
a sudden, shades of the gourmands. what
smells Seafood to the right, seafood to
the left banked up on mossy, appetizing
counters. Moules from Toulon and Calais
niarennes vertes and Portugaises, spiky
echinus and relocated ecrivises-eacf
with a tantalizing salty odor all its own.
New-York tribune., 1913-11-09

rF you take a glimpse at that portion
of the map Of Central Italy which
Il shows the Province Of the Abruzzi
you will notice close to the town of Avez-
zano a small lake marked with the name
''Lago di Fucino." Should it enter your
head however-as il did mine-to go in
person and look for that little body OF
water perched high among the Apennine
Mountains a surprise is in store for you
There is no lake there. Instead, you VIII
find a great expanse of fertile and well
cultivated landau immense farm. Ana
IL you are a disciple of Nimrod and have
the time at your disposal / venture the
prophecy that after seeing the place you
will follow my eXample-run down TO
Rome without delay, move heaven and
earth to secure a permit to shoot over the
premises and get back there just as quick
ly as you can.
Why? Because there is probably no
other place in the world where quail are
more PLENTIFUL mean the European
Quail, Bonaventure's coturnix comunis-
and because Prince Torlonia, the owner,
is generous enough to allow visitors to
invade this wonderful preserve Of his
whenever he is not there himself.
1t is a curious and interesting tale-that
of the converting Of lake into one Of
Italy's best game reserves-particularly
strange, when you consider that the birds
which stock the preserve are mainly of a
migratory nature, not Indigenous to the
country.