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
After breakfasting and walking through the little town, we were anxious
to proceed, for there was not time to look at some curious objects in
the vicinity, and as for the town itself it was soon exhausted. By
dint of two hours of pretty hard work I got the padrone on board, and
compelled him to get under way. We beat into the offing at five, and
then made a fair wind of it. The run this evening was delightful. The
wind soon hauled and blew fresh from the land, leaving us perfectly
smooth water, and we glided along at the rate of seven knots, so near
the shore as to discern every thing of moment. Among other objects we
passed a fortress of some magnitude. At first the land was high, but,
as the day declined, it melted away, until it got to be a low waste.
This, we knew, was the water-margin of the celebrated Campagna of Rome;
and about nine the padrone pointed out to us the position of Ostia,
and the mouths of the Tiber. He kept the vessel well off the shore,
pretending that the malaria at this season was so penetrating as to
render it dangerous to be closer in with the wind off the land. As this
was plausible, and at least safe, I commended his caution.
I was singularly struck by the existence of this subtle and secret
danger in the midst of a scene otherwise so lovely. The night was as
bright a starlight as I remember to have seen. Nothing could surpass
the diamond-like lustre of the placid and thoughtful stars; and the
blue waters through which we were gliding, betrayed our passage by
a track of molten silver. While we were gazing at this beautiful
spectacle, a meteor crossed the heavens, illuminating everything to the
brightness of a clear moonlight. It was much the finest meteor I ever
saw, and its course included more than half of the arch above us. The
movement, apparently, was not swifter than that of a rocket, nor was
the size of the meteor much less than one of the ordinary dimensions.
Its light, however, was much more vivid and purer, having something
intense, much beyond the reach of art, in it. Soon after this beautiful
sight, we retired to our mattresses.
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