Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . SHORES OF LAGO FUCINO TO THE PONTINE MARSHES. 301 these mountain paths with ever-new delight. But, as soon as one leaves the broad highroads they are extremely fatiguing, and offer to the traveller spoilt by luxurious hotelliving scarcely anything which can please him, or even satisfy his wants. If you arecoming from the blooming soil of Naples and pass through the happy valley of the Liris,by picturesque Arce, and the sombre mountain cities of Civitella, Canistro, and Capistrello,you become gradually accustomed to the total absence of comfort. But any one b
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . SHORES OF LAGO FUCINO TO THE PONTINE MARSHES. 301 these mountain paths with ever-new delight. But, as soon as one leaves the broad highroads they are extremely fatiguing, and offer to the traveller spoilt by luxurious hotelliving scarcely anything which can please him, or even satisfy his wants. If you arecoming from the blooming soil of Naples and pass through the happy valley of the Liris,by picturesque Arce, and the sombre mountain cities of Civitella, Canistro, and Capistrello,you become gradually accustomed to the total absence of comfort. But any one beginning. CELANO, ON LAGO FUCINO. his journey from the Roman side must make up his mind to endure many hardships fromthe very beginning. The blue lake of Fucino lies in a deep valley-basin, surrounded by golden-brownmountains, piled one above the other, until they disappear behind the silver veil of mist onthe horizon. A strange peacefulness seems to brood on the landscape, and the numerouswhite little villages dotted about on the green shores lie restfully as if they were for-gotten by the world, and had been breathed upon by the spirit of old legend. Theytake a last look at themselves in the sinking waters. Already most of them have come tobe far inland, and where a few years ago the boats of the fishermen of Avezzano andCelano floated, where the waves danced in the mountain breeze, little gardens nowflourish, young trees spring, and the brown son of the Marsyan soil reaps a Roman 302 ITAL Y. Princes harvest. For the lake will soon be a myth, a corn-field reclaimed from thewatery kingdom of N
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