The Life of General Garibaldi: Translated from his private papers; with the history of his splendid exploits in Rome, Lombardy, Sicily and Naples, to the present time.Garibaldi, Giuseppe
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The Life of General Garibaldi: Translated from his private papers; with the history of his splendid exploits in Rome, Lombardy, Sicily and Naples, to the present time.
Garibaldi, Giuseppe
Garibaldi, Giuseppe, 1807-1882
"The order having been distributed, the different bands
gradually worked their way toward the summit of the
pass. The packing up at headquarters did not take much
time; it soon after broke up its camp and followed the
troops. I was mounted on a regular Rosinante, with a
halter passed round the jaw, and provided with a saddle
which seemed to have been formed to fit on the vertebræ
of my lean black charger. A blanket was, however, found
in due time, and on the whole I cannot complain. The
road up to the pass winds along rows of gigantic cactus
hedges, which give a thoroughly eastern character to the
country. It was just sunset when we arrived on the top,
where, through a gap, we could see the bay and town of
Palermo and the sea beyond, looking more like a fairy
picture than reality. All the mountains, with their
rugged points naturally of a reddish tint, seemed to
have drunk in the rays of the setting sun, and exhibited
that rosy color which I had thought hitherto a special
gift of the plain of Attica. While you had this charming
scene before you, you looked behind, as it were, into
the hearts of the mountains. It was one of the finest
spots I ever saw, and all the country was fragrant with
spring flowers, the perfume of which came out with
redoubled vigor as soon as the sun had set. It proved a
bad road for the expedition, that mountain pass, but it
was lovely to look upon.
"In order to entertain the Neapolitans with the idea
that all was safe on that side, the usual large fires
were kindled on the tops of the mountains, and kept up
long after our departure by men left behind for that
purpose. Garibaldi went up to look at the position
underneath, or, perhaps, to indulge in that kind of
reverie to which he is subject in such solemn moments,
and which ends in a concentration of all his faculties
on the sole aim he has before him.
"The evening gun in the fort had been long reëchoed by
the mountains, and the moon had risen clear and bright
above our heads, giving a new charm to this lovely
scenery, before we stirred."
THE NIGHT MARCH.
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