Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)Various
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Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)
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The country continued wild and broken till we reached Fondi, a town
among the mountains, once notorious for its robberies. These were
carried on so openly and to such an extent, that the government were
obliged to surround the town with troops, and threaten to batter
every house to the ground with cannon, unless the leaders of the
banditti were given up. Since these fellows have been hanged, and the
roads guarded with soldiers, travelling has been pretty safe. But
nothing except force prevents the inhabitants of Fondi from resuming
their old habits of robbery. I never saw so villanous-looking a set
of ragamuffins anywhere else. Every man and boy in the town has
the genuine countenance of a cut-throat; and the women do not look
much better. We stopped here just long enough to get our passports
examined; but that was long enough. Though the people are not allowed
to rob, they almost make up for it in begging; for their impudence
and obstinacy in this business nearly amount to violence. The whole
population were either crowding around us, begging, or lying in crowds
about the church steps, lazily sunning themselves. I longed to stir up
the louts, and set them to work. From laziness to begging, and from
begging to robbery, is a regular and almost inevitable progress.
The road beyond Fondi ran along the shores, and in the afternoon we
reached the territory of the Pope. The first sight we saw here was a
herd of buffaloes in a field. These animals are tame, and used the same
as oxen. They are not like the buffalo, or, more properly, _bison_ of
the western prairies, but a distinct species of quadruped. At night we
reached Terracina, the first town in the papal dominions. It stands
on the seashore, at the foot of a lofty, precipitous rock. During the
night the wind was high, and drove a heavy surf upon the beach. A
bright moonlight made a stroll along the shore very pleasant. In the
morning the wind had gone down, and we recommenced our journey. Here
we entered upon the famous Pontine marshes, over which the road passes
nearly thirty miles in a straight line, and a great part of the way
bordered by trees. These marshes consist of swampy and boggy tracts,
with lagoons of water and patches of dry pasture-land interspersed here
and there. Herds of buffaloes and black swine were roaming about in the
dry spots, and the lagoons were covered with flocks of wild ducks and
other waterfowl; but not a human being or a house was to be seen. These
marshes breed so pestilential an air in summer, that the neighborhood
is uninhabitable. They are bordered by a range of mountains on one
side, and on the other by the Mediterranean.
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