Gleanings in Europe : $b Italy, vol. 1 of 2Cooper, James Fenimore
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Gleanings in Europe : $b Italy, vol. 1 of 2
Cooper, James Fenimore
Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851 -- Travel -- Italy; Italy -- Description and travel
We took the route to Lodi, which is about twenty miles from Milan,
the road lay the entire distance through meadows and vines. There was
little other prospect than that of fertility, for we were in a sea
of plain, though the Alps still lifted their hoary peaks along the
northern horizon. South, east, and west, the sight was bounded with
a fringe of fruit-trees, with, here and there, a gaunt church-tower
thrusting up its neck, to mark the site of a village. There was,
however, a good deal of irrigation, with canal-like ditches, among the
meadows, and occasionally a broad margin of faded verdure around us.
At Lodi we stopped two hours. The inn windows overlooked the
market-place, which was teeming with the activity, gesticulation,
bawling, humour, and wrangling of low Italian life. One fellow, mounted
on a horse, was haranguing a crowd; and, leaning forward, I caught
enough to discover that he was a quack dispensing immortality at very
modest prices. Suddenly a peasant presented his face, when the fellow
extracted a tooth, without dismounting. The operation was performed
with great readiness, and, flourishing his prize in triumph, while the
poor patient was holding his jaws and kicking right and left with pain,
the fellow called on all around him to witness how slight a thing it
was to lose a tooth.
Observing great quantities of what I supposed to be small birds,
beautifully white and clean, strung on coarse grass, I went down to
examine them, thinking they might be some game of which it would be
well to know more; but, on inspection they proved to be the hind
quarters of frogs! There were hundreds of strings of them in the
market. I know not how the French got their reputation of frog-eaters,
unless it comes through the usual English prejudice; for I feel certain
that ten frogs are consumed in Italy for one in France. Indeed, frogs
are rather an unusual dish in Paris; nor do I remember ever to have
seen them any where on a private table. The country around Lodi,
however, is just suited to such a stock, and literally, thousands are
consumed by the inhabitants.
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