. A trip to the Orient; the story of a Mediterranean cruise. n: Here it comes there it lies darkling:Now smoking and frothingThe cataract strongThen plunges along,And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing:And so never ending but ever descending,Sound and motions forever are blending. A famous canyon, deep and narrow, with rushing,foaming stream, seemed like a crevice sliced down by agigantic blade. Towns and villages far away amidgreen fields and gray olive orchards, and buildingsof white and cream, luminous in the sunlight, withbackgrounds of dark and rugged mountains,
. A trip to the Orient; the story of a Mediterranean cruise. n: Here it comes there it lies darkling:Now smoking and frothingThe cataract strongThen plunges along,And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing:And so never ending but ever descending,Sound and motions forever are blending. A famous canyon, deep and narrow, with rushing,foaming stream, seemed like a crevice sliced down by agigantic blade. Towns and villages far away amidgreen fields and gray olive orchards, and buildingsof white and cream, luminous in the sunlight, withbackgrounds of dark and rugged mountains, produceda succession of picturesque views. Among the hillswere seen young Davids, staff in hand, guarding flocksof grazing sheep, ancient swineherds lazily watchingdroves of swine feeding on the roots, and goatherdsfollowing their nimble-footed brown herds as theypicked their way among the rocks. As we approached our destination, the valleys showedsigns of great prosperity. The fields were highly culti-vated; the farms were irrigated by ditches of flowing. MARVELOUSLY BEAUTIFUL IN MOORISH SPLENDOR. (45) OF THEiJiMIWCDOi-v-w 46 A TRIP TO THE ORIENT. water; the orchards were well trimmed; the buildingslarger; and the red-sashed laborers more sprucelyattired. At Pinos we saw the stone bridge where, in 1492,Columbus, on his way to France, disheartened by hisfailure to interest King Ferdinand in his plans, was over-taken by Queen Isabellas messenger and summonedback to court to receive his commission. As twilight was settling down we arrived on scheduletime at the white stone station in Granada where car-riages stood in waiting to convey us to the hotels. TheSpanish drivers strove to surpass each other in coachman lashed his horses till they ran like a run-away team. Regardless of anyone in the streets, graz-ing wagons by the way, overtaking and passing carriagesahead, he gave us the wildest ride we had ever chariot race to the hotel, a distance of over a mile,
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