The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A TaleCooper, James Fenimore
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The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A Tale
Cooper, James Fenimore
Sea stories
The grotto of the Sybil pierces that ridge on the left, and the Cumæan
passage is nearly in its rear. The town, which is seen a mile to the
right, is Pozzuoli—a port of the ancients, and a spot now visited for
its temples of Jupiter and Neptune, its mouldering amphitheatre, and
its half-buried tombs. Here Caligula attempted his ambitious bridge;
and while crossing thence to Baiæ, the vile Nero had the life of his
own mother assailed. It was there, too, that holy Paul came to land,
when journeying a prisoner to Rome. The small but high island, nearly
in its front, is Nisida, the place to which Marcus Brutus retired after
the deed at the foot of Pompey’s statue, where he possessed a villa,
and whence he and Cassius sailed to meet the shade and the vengeance of
the murdered Cæsar, at Philippi. Then comes a crowd of sites more known
in the middle ages; though just below that mountain, in the background,
is the famous subterranean road of which Strabo and Seneca are said to
speak, and through which the peasant still daily drives his ass to the
markets of the modern city. At its entrance is the reputed tomb of
Virgil, and then commences an amphitheatre of white and terraced
dwellings. This is noisy Napoli itself, crowned with its rocky castle
of St. Elmo! The vast plain, to the right, is that which held the
enervating Capua and so many other cities on its bosom. To this
succeeds the insulated mountain of the volcano, with its summit torn in
triple tops. ’Tis said that villas and villages, towns and cities, lie
buried beneath the vineyards and palaces which crowd its base. The
ancient and unhappy city of Pompeii stood on that luckless plain,
which, following the shores of the bay, comes next; and then we take up
the line of the mountain promontory, which forms the Sorrentine side of
the water!”
“One who has had such schooling, should know better how to turn it to a
good account;” said Ludlow, sternly, when the excited smuggler ceased
to speak.
“In other lands, men derive their learning from books; in Italy,
children acquire knowledge by the study of visible things:” was the
undisturbed answer.
“Some from this country are fond of believing that our own bay, these
summer skies, and the climate in general, should have a strict
resemblance to those of a region which lies precisely in our own
latitude;” observed Alida, so hastily, as to betray a desire to
preserve the peace between her guests.
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