The letter was folded and directed, and the messenger departed
again For Tusculum. It was now eleven o’clock in the morning, and
as yet we had eaten nothing. In spite of all my anxiety, I began
to feel a craving appetite. I was glad, therefore, to hear the
captain talk something of eating. He observed that for three days
and nights they had been lurking about among rocks and woods,
meditating their expedition to Tusculum, during which all their
provisions had been exhausted. He should now take measures to
procure a supply. Leaving me, therefore, in the charge of his
comrade, in whom he appeared to have implicit confidence, he
departed, assuring me, that in less than two hours we should make
a good dinner. Where it was to come from was an enigma to me,
though it was evident these beings had their secret friends and
agents throughout the country.
Indeed, the inhabitants of these mountains and of the valleys
which they embosom are a rude, half civilized set. The towns and
villages among the forests of the Abruzzi, shut up from the rest
of the world, are almost like savage dens. It is wonderful that
such rude abodes, so little known and visited, should be
embosomed in the midst of one of the most travelled and civilized
countries of Europe. Among these regions the robber prowls
unmolested; not a mountaineer hesitates to give him secret harbor
and assistance. The shepherds, however, who tend their flocks
among the mountains, are the favorite emissaries of the robbers,
when they would send messages down to the valleys either for
ransom or supplies. The shepherds of the Abruzzi are as wild as
the scenes they frequent. They are clad in a rude garb of black
or brown sheep-skin; they have high conical hats, and coarse
sandals of cloth bound round their legs with thongs, similar to
those worn by the robbers. They carry long staffs, on which as
they lean they form picturesque objects in the lonely landscape,
and they are followed by their ever-constant companion, the dog.
They are a curious, questioning set, glad at any time to relieve
the monotony of their solitude by the conversation of the
passerby, and the dog will lend an attentive ear, and put on as
sagacious and inquisitive a look as his master.
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