Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, September, 1878Various
Science
Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, September, 1878
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
Philippeville offers to the traveller no great attractions. Its
situation is pretty, and it possesses some Roman remains, the
examination of which may occupy pleasantly and profitably enough the
unavoidable interval between the landing and the start for the South.
After resting but one night, we set out for Constantine, the capital of
the province of that name. There is nothing whatever of interest between
the sea and the city--nothing till you arrive within sight of
Constantine itself. Then, indeed, when from the plain below you get your
first view of the town, perched like an eagle's nest upon its rocky
height, you can at once realize the appropriateness of its singular
name--"the City in the Air." It is so high above you it seems midway
between earth and heaven. Its situation is indeed unique and most
strangely picturesque. Security must have been the chief motive for the
selection of such a site, and certainly few cities present more
formidable barriers to the advance of a foe. The plateau of rock upon
which the town is built forms a kind of peninsula, inaccessible on all
sides except one, and there the ascent is long and steep, as we found to
our cost each time we descended to the level of the valley. This plateau
is joined to the rest of the table-land as by an isthmus: at all other
points it is surrounded by a profound chasm, through which flows the
river Roumel--a chasm so deep and narrow that it is only when quite near
it you become aware of its existence. For the sake of internal safety a
wall has been built round the top of the precipice, and at certain
points you may look over this parapet, sheer down some ten or twelve
hundred feet, into an abyss fit only to be the habitation of the owls,
bats, and birds of prey which frequent its solitudes. There seems no
resting-place for any wingless creature: thus the strange birds which
haunt the wild recesses of the rocks do so in perfect security, and
their varied cries, along with the roar of the water, are the only
sounds that issue from below. The mysterious gloom is indescribable, and
the look down into the depths fills one with awe; and yet this singular
view is obtained from the very town itself, from the courts and windows
of the houses.
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