. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . m. the train cameto a smooth stop. Mt. Royal Station, called the brake-man, the first stop in Baltimore! We were home at last! The End. Carcassonne By Margaret Talbott Stevens The citadel oj Carcassonne, built in the jth century by the Visigoths is oneof the most interesting pluses in southern France. Built of stone, one towerafter another, connected by stom steps and ston-: pathivays, it stands a monumentto the days of cruel warfare. On a hill that overlooks miles and utiles of sur-rounding country, even giving the traveler a peep into the heights of
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . m. the train cameto a smooth stop. Mt. Royal Station, called the brake-man, the first stop in Baltimore! We were home at last! The End. Carcassonne By Margaret Talbott Stevens The citadel oj Carcassonne, built in the jth century by the Visigoths is oneof the most interesting pluses in southern France. Built of stone, one towerafter another, connected by stom steps and ston-: pathivays, it stands a monumentto the days of cruel warfare. On a hill that overlooks miles and utiles of sur-rounding country, even giving the traveler a peep into the heights of the Pyrenees,Carcassonne is a remarkably well preserved example of the walled city of themiddle ages. On the right of the great stone gateway in the picture may be seenthe Hotel de la Cite, where many of the Good Will delegates spent the night. Mo longer used for warfare the citadel has become the home of many peasants,and the streets now, instead of running with blood, have become the playgroundof little black-aproned peasant To Carcassonne they brought us yesterday That we might see the ancient citadel All made of cold, gray stone and lying there, Within the shadow of the Pyrenees, Like some old peasant by the chimney place Garbed in ancient frock, and in his pipe Seeking solace from the days that are no more - A monument to the times of long ago. O Within the towers that gainst the sunset made An outline grim, though beautiful withal— For gray stones ever bring us dreary thoughts Of prison walls the echo of the voice That told us of the days of Visigoths Told also how the battles here were fought, And bade us gaze into those frightful pits Of torture, where brave souls had suffered death. These great stone steps that mark the passageways From tower to tower, steep, without balustrades. Tell a story: These were built for men — Strong, hairy men, whose hearts then as these stones Were steeped in warfare and in sole desire To kill and to possess. These turrets sp
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