Identifier: italyfromalpstom00stie (find matches)
Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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iligences and swift vctturini crossed each other all day long withmuch jingling and rumbling and cracking of whips, and the tired traveller was glad toarrive at his halting place for the night in Loano or Albegna. But now all this ischanged : the railway train goes from Genoa to Nice in seven hours, passing throughmore than seventy tunnels on its way, and sometimes so close to the sea that the foam ofthe waves is thrown on to the swift wheels. But it must be owned that we lose in beautywhat we gain in speed. From Genoa as far as Savona the coast is little varied. Innearly every considerable place there are great shipbuilding yards, where hundreds ofbusy hands are hammering; and on more than one occasion we counted thirty vesselslying close together. Lower down on the sandy shore that the waves had left smoothand moist, we saw bands of fishermen, ten or twelve together, hauling in their nets, whoseplace was marked by a red barrel floating at some distance on the sea, whilst others were
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OF THE OF n ON THE RIVIERA DI PONENTE. 129 manning a little sailing boat and putting off to fish. They were all bare-legged to theknee, and the boatmen wore scarlet Phrygian caps. Presently a donkey driver passed by,tramping barefooted through the soft sand, and singing lustily as he went; besides his ladenbeast he had charge of a rough cart drawn by a mule, and my curiosity was excited by aninscription in chalk on the side of the cart. I examined it and found it to consist of thesingular motto, Morte ai Stupidi ! — Death to the Stupid ! Certainly a singulardevice for a donkey driver. The little villages on the shore (or sometimes perched half-way up a high cliff) are

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