Rule of the Monk; Or, Rome in the Nineteenth CenturyGaribaldi, Giuseppe
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Rule of the Monk; Or, Rome in the Nineteenth Century
Garibaldi, Giuseppe
Italian fiction -- Translations into English; Rome (Italy) -- History -- 1798-1870 -- Fiction
However, habit had made slaying and preparing the boar natural and easy
to Orazio, who, compelled to live in the forest, had, indeed, no choice
in the matter, being obliged either to kill game or starve. He laid the
boar upon the grass, and with his hunting-knife skinned a portion, and
cutting some substantial slices, fastened them on a skewer, cut by Jack
out of a piece of green wood, and laid them over the fire. When fairly
cooked, he presented them to the famished travellers. It was a roast
well fitted to appease the cravings of a moderate appetite, and the wild
dinner was heartily relished by all the parly. The meal was, indeed, a
cheerful one, much merriment being caused by the absurdities uttered by
Jack, whom Clelia was laughingly endeavoring to teach Italian.
The sailor is always a light-hearted fellow on land, and more
particularly after he has been a long time at sea. Jack, forgetting his
narrow escape, was now the gayest of the four, and, in the company of
the gentle and beautiful Clelia, did not envy his late shipmates, who
were tossing on the tempestuous ocean. For Orazio, his preserver, and
the Italian ladies, his gratitude knew no bounds, although he had but a
vague idea of their position and purposes.
When the repast was ended the party continued their journey, resting
occasionally by the way, and in this manner arrived, late in the
afternoon, in sight of one of those ancient edifices along the Ostian
shore which appear to have escaped the destroying touch of Time. It
stood away from the sea, on the edge of the forest, and at the entrance
to a vast plain; several fine oaks, many centuries old, were growing
about it, planted apparently by the original possessors, with some
attempt at regularity.
Orazio, begging the ladies to recline upon a mossy bank, stepped aside,
and drawing a small horn from his pouch, blew a blast, shrill and long.
The signal was answered by a similar sound from the ancient building,
and an individual, dressed much in Orazio's style, issued from it, who,
approaching the brigand with an air of respect, cordially saluted him.
Orazio took the new-comer's hand in a friendly manner, and, pointing to
his party, held a short conversation with him in an undertone. The man
then retired, and Orazio, returning to the ladies, begged them to rise,
and permit him to conduct them to this secure place of refuge.
CHAPTER XXIX. THE CASTLE
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