. Alps and sanctuaries of Piedmont and the Canton Ticino (Op. 6.) . ed at the spot, becameseized with convulsions, betokening of course thatthere was treasure not far off: these convulsionsincreased till he reached the choir of the chapel, andhere he swooned—falling down as if dead, and beingresuscitated with apparent difficulty. He afterwardsdeclared that it was in this chapel that the treasurewas hidden. In spite of all this, however, the chapelhas not been turned upside down and ransacked,perhaps from fear of offending the saint to whom itis dedicated. In the chapel there are a few votive p
. Alps and sanctuaries of Piedmont and the Canton Ticino (Op. 6.) . ed at the spot, becameseized with convulsions, betokening of course thatthere was treasure not far off: these convulsionsincreased till he reached the choir of the chapel, andhere he swooned—falling down as if dead, and beingresuscitated with apparent difficulty. He afterwardsdeclared that it was in this chapel that the treasurewas hidden. In spite of all this, however, the chapelhas not been turned upside down and ransacked,perhaps from fear of offending the saint to whom itis dedicated. In the chapel there are a few votive pictures, butnot very striking ones. I hurriedly sketched one, buthave failed to do it justice. The hind saw me copyingthe little girl in bed, and I had an impression asthough he did not quite understand my motive. I i6o ALPS AND SANCTUARIES. told him I had a dear little girl of my own at home,who had been alarmingly ill in the spring, and thatthis picture reminded me of her. This made every-thing quite comfortable. We had brought up our dinner from S. Ambrogio,. VOTIVE PICTURE. and ate it in what had been the refectory of the monas-tery. The windows were broken, and the swallows,who had built upon the ceiling inside the room, keptflying close to us all the time we were eating. Greatmallows and hollyhocks peered in at the window, andbeyond them there was a pretty Devonshire-lookingorchard. The noontide sun streamed in at intervalsbetween the showers. C A SIN A DI BAND A. 161 After dinner we went al cresto della collina—tothe crest of the hill—to use Signor Bonaudos words,and looked down upon S. Giorio, and the othervillages of the combe of Susa. Nothing could bemore delightful. Then, getting under the chest-nuts, I made the sketch which I have already making it I was accosted by an underjawedman (there is an unusually large percentage of under-jawed people in the neighbourhood of S. Ambrogio),who asked whether my taking this sketch must notbe considered as a si
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