THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES FROM THE LIBRARY OF ERNEST CARROLL MOORE JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS THE SPERONARA The Ruins of the Greek Theatre. Taormina M -lint stitirj ni tbc Distance JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS THE SPERONARA FROM THE FRENCH OF ALEXANDRE DUMAS BY KATHARINE PRESCOTT WORMELEY BOSTON LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY 1902 Copyright, 1909, BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. All riglUt reserved Published October, 1909 JOHN WILSON AMD SON CAM BK1UOB, U. I. A. College Library JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS TRANSLATORS NOTE 7~ > \UMAS > men "Explanation" of his " Impres- /--^ sions de voyage " is as follows : " I know not, dear readers, if you will remember tliat one day it will soon be twenty-four years ago / said, ( I will make the tour of the Mediterranean ; I will accomplish its periplus; I will write the history of t/ie ancient world, which is nothing else than the history of civilization.' " People laughed ; they made great fun of me ; a man ichom I had enabled to win a million, avenged himself by saying a witty thing. " ' Do you know,' he said, * that Dumas has dis- covered the Mediterranean ! ' " This journey, or rather this series of journeys that I planned was difficult to accomplish without the aid of the government and with the limited resources of a man of letters ; but after all, God helping me, it did not seem impossible. " I started in 1834. On this frst journey I saw the whole of the South of France, from Cette to Toulon : Aigues-Mortes, Aries, Tarascon, Beaucaire, Ntmes, Marseille, Avignon, Vaucluse. vi JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " That icas a beginning. " I started again the following year ; this time my journey lasted two years. I saw Hyeres, Cannes, the ff"lf f Frejus, Grasse, Draguignan, Nice, the Cor- niche, Genoa, Florence, Pisa, Livorno, Turin, Milan, Pistoia, Perugia, Rome, Naples, Messina, Palermo, Girgenti, Marsala, Syracuse, Catania; I climbed JEtna and the Stromboli; I visited the Lipari islands ; I puslied on as far as Lampedusa; I returned to Reggio ; I went up Calabria, afoot, to PcRstum. I was arrested once at Naples by his Majesty King Ferdinand ; I was about to return by ivay of Venice, when I was arrested a second time, at Foligno, by his Holiness Gregory XVI. , brought back by the carbi- neers to Thrasymene, and left on the shore of the lake ivith injunction to return to France as fast as possible. " / returned to France. "In 184^, still jirm in my determination, I took a boat in the port of Livorno, and icith that boat, which ought to have foundered a dozen times and never foundered at all, I visited the island of Elba, Pia- nosa, Gorgone, Monte-Cristo, and Corsica* " In 18 4G I started for Madrid. I visited Barce- lona, Malaga, Granada, Cordova, Seville, Cadiz. I straddled the straits; I went to Tangier, from Tangier to Tetuan, from Tetuan to Gibraltar, from Gibraltar to Melilla, Djemma-Ghazaouat, Oran, and Algiers. "At Algiers I made a pause ; I wanted to see, in the interior, BlUlah, the pass of Mouzaia, and Milianah. " Tlien I started again, and stopped successively at TRANSLATOR'S NOTE vii Djuljelli, Golio, Stora, and Philippeville ; I went to Constantine, I returned to Stora ; I embarked for Tunis and the Kerkennah islands ; I visited the Roman amphitheatre of Djemdjem. "During my first journey, in France, I spent six thousand francs ; during my second journey, in Italy, eighteen thousand ; during my third journey, four thousand; and finally, during tJie last journey, thirty-three thousand, from which must be deducted ten thousand allowed me by the minister of Public Instruction. Total : fifty-one thousand francs. " But half my project was accomplished ; and what matters the cost of accomplishment ? " The works which resulted from these different journeys were the ' Impressions de Voyage,' in the tiouth of France, a Year in Florence, the Villa Palmieri the Speronara, The Isles of JEolus, the Corricolo, from Paris to Cadiz, the Ve'loce. " Well, now, there still remains to achieve the whole of what I undertook ; I must see Venice, Illyria, the Ionian islands, Greece, Constantinople, the shores of Asia Minor, Syria, Palestine, Egypt, the Cyrenian coast, Tripoli " And first, I begin, before going farther, with thanks to MM. the managers of the imperial Mt>s- sag cries [public conveyances], who, as soon as they kncio my project, offered me gracefully and without remuneration, a passage on their boats for myself and my secretary. " That ivas much, but it was not all that I desired. " To travel by the boats of the Mcssageries means viii JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS touching at Malta, Syra, Alexandria, Bey rout, Smyrna, and Constantinople; seeing what every- body sees ; telling it better or less well than ot/iers, but at any rate telling it after others. Now the journey that I want to make, I myself, is a journey such as no one hits made before me. " / must make it with a boat of my own ; a boat that can stand the sea without much danger and yet not draw more than jive feet of water, in order that it may enter all the ports of the Greek archipelago and run close in to all the creeks on the coast of Asia. This boat I shall have some day; and before long, I hope. " Meantime I have accepted the invitation of a friend to go to St. Petersburg and be the best man at the wedding of his sister-in-law, and, at the same time, to be present at this coming grand operation of freeing forty-five millions of serfs. "I do not expect to stay long in St. Petersburg. After marrying my friend's sitter, seeing the city, and crossing the Neva on one of those beautiful trans- lucent nights when we can read the writing of the woman we love, however fine it be, I shall start for Moscow the sacred city, still full of the memory of our disaster, grand as a victory. There, I shall mount tlie citadel of the tzars to see not only the cupolas, gilded or painted green, of its palaces, the steeples of its churches, its sections called the earth- city, the white-city, the Chinese-city, not only the Kremlin, the tmcer of Iran the Great (tlie tallest in the city, formerly inclosing a bell that weit/hed three hundred and thirty thousand pounds) its angular TRANSLATOR'S NOTE ix palaces, the arsenal, the theatre, the cathedral; not these things only, but the traces of that terrible fire which consumed a city of three hundred and fifty thousand inhabitants, and froze an army of five hundred thousand men. I shall follow down the course of the river and find on the plain of the Mos- cova the remains of the great redoubt where fell Cau- laincourt and where Ney received the title of prince. " Then I shall return to Moscow to visit its bazaars (where already we find the Orient) its Krasnoi square, its gate of Saint- Vladimir ; and there I will relate the marvellous legends of Mentchikof, the seller of little patties, and of Catherine, the Lithuanian ser- vant-girl. " After that I shall start for Novgorod the little, Nigi-Novgorod, for that will be the period of the splendid fair which attracts the merchants of Persia, India, and China ; where I shall find the weapons of the Caucasus, the silver-ware of Toula, the coats-of- mail of Tifiis ; where malachite and lapis-lazuli are sold in blocks ; where turquoises are measured by the bushel; where we may buy in bales the stuffs of Smyrna and Ispahan; and where is brought that famous tea of the Caravan, for which Russia pays its weight in silver, and France and England its weight in gold. " Curiosity quenched, I shall embark upon the Volga, tfiat king of the rivers of Europe, as the Amazon is queen of the rivers of America, which falls after a course of eighteen hundred miles, through seventy mouths, into the Caspian sea. On its way I shall find Astrakhan, with its three bazaars, for Russians, x JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Hindoos, and Asiatics Astrakhan, which touches with its right hand the Cossacks of the Don, and with its left hand the Cossacks of the Oural, and, turning its head, sees, till sight is lost, the vast steppes of the Kirghis Tartars, their billows of verdure hearing with, the same regular motion as the waves of the Caspian sea. " Here I must pause a few days to see once more those men of the long beard, the pointed cap, the wide red breeches, whose lance, bow, and quiver were the terror of my childhood. Then, after hunting bus- tards on their little horses, and visiting the fisheries that supply those sturgeons one of which will feed a village, and those sterlets the price of one of which will make the fortune of a family, I take a steam- boat to Kara'ia, wliere a tarantasse is waiting to take me on to Tiflis. " I breatlie for an instant in that l hot town,' so- called from its sulphur baths. There I shall sit at the window of the charming Princess Marie Gralitzin and watch India entering Europe and Europe going to India. This is their passage-way, the capital of Georgia, the palace of tlie kings of Karihti. I am now at the foot of the Caucasus, and about to pax* before the rock to which Prometheus was nailed, on my way to visit the camp of Schamyl, that other Titan who, just as Job the excommunicated struggled in his village against the Emperors of Germany, is struggling on his mountain against the Tzars of Russia. " Will Schamyl know my name, and icill he permit me to sleep a night in his tent ? TRANSLATOR'S NOTE xi " Why not ? The bandits of the Sierra knew it well and allowed me to sleep three nights in their huts. " That visit paid, I shall descend to the plains of Stavropol; leaving on the right the Kalmuck Tar- tars, on the left the Cossacks of the Black Sea. Reaching the sea of Azof I take a boat and visit Taganrog, where Alexander died of regret perhaps of remorse and Kertch, where Mithridates, pur- sued by the Romans, killed himself; thence a steam- boat will take me in two days to Sevastopol, next to Odessa, and land me finally at Galafz, where I shall see if Semi in and Belgrade are still at war, and so pass on to Vienna ; at Vienna I shall visit Schoen- briin, the palace-tomb ; Wagram, the plain of ter- rible memories; and the island Lobau, where Napoleon received from the river which he meant, like Xerxes, to chain, the first warning of fate. " Vienna is Paris ; three days, and I shall be among you again, saying to you, dear readers: 'I have done nine thousand miles in six months ; do you recognize me ? Here I am ! ' ' \\lien these words were written there was no " trav- elling public," ami even the reading public knew com- paratively little of countries that were foreign to their own. All is changed since then. The pages of Murray, Baedeker, ami the German guide-books teem with the lore, historical and legendary, that Dumas gathered, and which is too well known to myriads of travellers to be other than dull reading now. But the narrative, the talcs, the anecdotes re- main as perennially fresh as the best novels of the de- xii JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS light/id old writer. Those are the parts translated here. Passing his year of travel in the South of France a region sacred now to the immortal Tartarin and his progenitor, sons of its soil, and to the manner born we take him first in his Speronaraand his Corricolo, and then well, then as circumstances, in- terest, circulation, and courage may provide. CONTENTS PAGE I. THE SANTA-MARIA m PIE DI GROTTA . . 1 II. CAPRI. LA BURRASCA 26 III. MESSINA IL NOBILE. TAORMINA LA BELLA . 56 IV. CATANIA. SAN NICOLA IL VECCHIO ... 83 V. ^ETNA 118 VI. SlRACUSA 147 VII. DEATH IN LIFE. A LIVING TOMB . . . 176 VIII. A SHARK. PANTELLARIA 248 IX. GlRGENTI THE MAGNIFICENT 278 X. COLONEL SANTA-CROCE 308 XI. THE INTERIOR OF SICILY 32<) XII. PALERMO FELICE. SEGESTA 349 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS THE SPERONARA I THE SANTA-MARIA DI PIE DI GROTTA WE started from Paris on the 15th of Octo- ber, 1834, intending to visit the South of France, Corsica, Italy, Calabria, and Sicily. The journey we were undertaking was neither a trip of people of fashion nor an expedition of learned men, but a pilgrimage of artists. We in- tended to neither rush along the main roads in a post-chaise nor bury ourselves in libraries, but to go wherever a picturesque view, an historical memory, or a popular tradition might call us. Consequently, we started forth without a fixed itinerary, leaving to chance and our good luck the care of leading us whithersoever there was something to gain ; little concerned for the harvests already reaped by our predecessors ; certain that men can never gather into their granaries all the blades that God has sown, and convinced that there is never a land so well raked that no last sheaf is left for history, poesy, or imagination to glean. The convoy was composed of GeoffVoy Jadin, whom the last two Exhibitions had placed in the 2 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS front rank of our landscape painters ; Amaury Duval, who was to join us later in Florence, where he was completing, by the study of the great mas- ters, his Raffaellesque education begun in the studios of M. Ingres ; myself, who directed the expedition ; and Milord, who followed it. As the first three personages whom I have just named are already more or less known to the public by their works, I shall not discourse upon their qualities, physical or moral ; but I ask permission to dwell upon the last of the four, who will play, in the course of this narrative, too important a part to let me neglect to make him known at the outset to my readers, to whom I suspect him of being totally unknown. Milord was born in London, in 1828, in the kennel of the house of Lord Arthur G . . . , which stands in Regent Street. His father was a terrier, and his mother a bull-dog ; both of pure and ancient ancestry ; so that their son united in his person all the characteristic qualities of the two races : that is to say, physically, a head as big in itself as the rest of his body, adorned with two large eyes that grew bloody at the slightest emotion, also a nose half split, revealing part of the upper teeth of jaws that opened from ear to ear and closed like a vise ; and morally, with an ardour for combat which, when excited, spent itself indifferently on every species of animal or thing, from a rat to a bull, from the fuse of a sky-rocket exploding in fireworks to the lava that gushed from a volcano. We started from Paris, as I have said, with the THE SPERONARA 3 intention of roaming over the South of France, Italy, Sicily, and Calabria, and part of this scheme had already been accomplished when, after a stay of three weeks in Rome, I had the honour to meet at the house of the Marquis de T . . . , French charge (TqffuireS) the Comte de Ludorf, our ambassador to Naples. As I was about to start in a few days for that city, the Marquis de T. . . . thought it desir- able to introduce me to his honourable associate, in order to facilitate the diplomatic methods which were to open to me the barriers to Terracina. M. de Ludorf received me with the cold and vacant smile that promises nothing, though it did not deter me, two days later, from taking to him our passports myself for his official visa. M. de Ludorf had the goodness to tell me to deposit our passports in his office and to return in two days to obtain them. As we were not in any degree hurried, I took leave of M. de Ludorf, inwardly resolving not to allow my- self to be presented to any ambassador without pre- viously obtaining the most circumstantial information as to him and his manners. Two days later I presented myself at the passport office, where an employe, with the best civility in the world, informed me that difficulties had arisen concerning my r/.wz, and that it would be well if I saw the ambassador myself. Thus I was obliged, in spite of mv resolution, to call again upon M. de Ludorf. I found him colder and stiller than l>efore ; but as I thought it would probably lx) the last time I should ever have the honour of seeing him, I was- patient. He made me a sign to sit down ; I took a 4 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS chair. That was better than the first time, when he left me standing. " Monsieur, 1 ' 1 he said with a certain embarrassment, fingering the pleats of his shirt-frill, " I regret to tell you that you cannot go to Naples." "Why not? 11 ! asked, quite determined to give our dialogue the tone I chose ; " is it because the roads are bad ? " " No, monsieur, the roads, on the contrary, are superb ; but you have the misfortune to be upon the list of those who cannot enter the Neapolitan kingdom. 11 " However honourable that distinction may be, your Excellency, 11 I replied, suiting the tone to the words, " as it will break up one half of my proposed journey, you will, I hope, permit me to insist on knowing the cause of this prohibition. If it is one of those slight causes one meets everywhere in Italy, I have friends in social life who have power, I think, to remove it. 11 "The causes are very serious, monsieur; and I doubt if your friends, however high their position may be, have enough influence to remove them.' 1 "Hut surely without indiscretion, monsieur, I may be allowed to know them. 11 " Oh ! mon Dieu, yes," replied M. de Ludorf, care- lessly, " I see no objection to telling you. In the first place, you are the son of General Mathieu Dumas, who was minister of war in Naples, during the usurpation of Joseph Bonaparte. 11 " I am sorry, your Excellency, to refuse relation- ship with the illustrious general you name; but you THE SPERONAIIA 5 are mistaken ; there is not even a family connection between us. My father is General Alexarulre Dumas." " General Alexandra Dumas ? " said M. de Luclorf, as if he were searching his mind as to where he could have heard that name. " Yes," I continued, " the man who after he was made prisoner at Tarento, in defiance of the laws of hospitality, was poisoned at Brindisi with Mauscourt and Dolomieu in defiance of the law of nations. This happened at the time they were hanging Caracciolo in the Bay of Naples. You see I do all I can, mon- sieur, I help your memory." M. de Ludorf pursed his lips. "Well! monsieur," he said, after a moment's si- lence, "there is a second reason vour political opinions. You are designated to us a republican, and you have left Paris, we are told, on political business." " As to that, I reply, monsieur, bv showing you my letters of introduction ; nearly all bear the seals of our ministries and the signatures of our ministers. See, here is one from Admiral Jacob, and one from Marechal Soult, and this is from the minister of Public Instruction, M. Villemain ; they all request for me the help and protection of French ambas- sadors in just such circumstances as those I am now in." "Well!" replied M. de Ludorf, "as you have foreseen and provided for the position in which vou are, you must face it, monsieur, bv the means in your power. As for me, I declare that I shall not 6 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Z'ixe your passport. Here are those of your com- panions, which are duly signed, for I see no impro- priety in their going where they choose ; but I am forced to say again, they will go without you."" " Has your Excellency any commissions for Naples ? " I said, rising. " Why do you ask, monsieur ? " " Because I will execute them with great pleasure." *' But I have told you that you cannot go there." " I shall be there within three days." I bowed to M. de Ludorf and went out leaving him stupefied by my assurance. There was no time to lose if I meant to do as I said ; I rushed to an old friend of mine, a pupil in the Ecole de Rome, whom I had known in the studio of M. Ix'thierre. " My dear Guichard, you must do me a service." " What is it ? " " Go, immediately, and ask M. Ingres for permis- sion to travel in Sicily and Calabria." "But, my very dear fellow, I am not going to travel there." " No, but I am, and as they wont let me go with my name, I must go with yours." "Oh! that ""s another thing. I understand.* 1 " Armed with M. Ingres 1 permission, you must go and get a passport from our chargt d'affaires. Fol- low the sequence. With that passport, go to the ambassador to Naples and have it v\ycd\ then with that vive I start for Naples." " Famous ! When do you want it '( n " Immediately." THE SPERONARA 7 " The time to change my blouse and run up to the Academy." " 1 11 go and pack my things."" " Where shall I find you ? " " At Pastrini's, Piazza di Spagna." " 1 11 be there in two hours." True enough, in two hours Guichard was at the hotel with the passport all in good order. That same evening I took the coach for Angrisani, and reached Naples the next day but one. Obviously, I had so far nothing to complain of. But it was not enough to be in Naples, I might be discovered at any moment. I had known in Paris a very illustrious personage, who passed there for a marquis ; he was now in Naples, where he passed for a spy. If I met him I was lost. It was urgent, therefore, to get over to Palermo or Messina. So, on the very day of our arrival we rushed, Jadin and I, to the port in search of a boat, steam or sails, which would take us to Sicily. In all the countries of the world the arrival and departure of steamboats goes by rule ; it is known what day they depart, what day they will arrive. Not so at Naples. The captain is the sole judge of the proper time for starting. When he has his full contingent of passengers he lights his fires and rings his bell. Until then he reposes, he and his boat. Unluckily for us it was now the 20th of August, and as no one was anxious to go and roast in Sicily with the glass at 90, passengers did not turn up. The mate, who happened to be aboard the regular steamer, told us the vessel might not start fora week, and even then he could not warrant its departure. 8 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS We were standing on the Mole in despair at this check, and Milord was hunting a cat, when a sailor came up to us, cap in hand, and addressed us in the Sicilian patois. Little familiar as we were with that idiom, it was not so far away from Italian but that I managed to make out he was offering to take us wher- ever we wished. We then asked him on what he proposed to take us, inclined as we were to start on anything, no matter what it was. He immediately walked along the Mole before us, and stopping be- side the lighthouse, he showed us, fifty feet distant and sleeping at her anchor, a charming little vessel of the usual tonnage of a coasting schooner, and so coquettishly painted in green and red that we were sei/ed at once with a sympathy which showed itself no doubt in our faces, for without waiting for an answer, the sailor signed to a boat to come for us, sprang into it, and held out his hand to help us down. Our speronara that is the name they give in the Mediterranean to this class of little vessels had nothing to lose on examination, and the nearer we came to her the better we could see, developing by degrees, the elegance of her shape and the brilliancy of her colouring. The result was that lx>fore we set foot on board we were half-resolved to take her. We found the captain on board, a handsome young man alxnit twenty-eight to thirty years of age, with a frank and decided face. lie spoke rather lx;tter Italian than his sailor. We were able to understand each other, or nearly so. A quarter of an hour later v.e had made a bargain at eight ducats THE SPERONARA 9 a day, for which sum the vessel and crew belonged to us, body and soul, planks and sails. We could keep her as long as we chose, take her where we chose, leave her when and where we chose ; we were free ; only, so long kept, so long paid. That was just. I went down into the hold ; the boat was in ballast. I required the captain to bind himself positively to take neither merchandise nor passen- gers ; he gave me his word. His look was so honest that I asked him for no guarantee. We returned to the deck and I inspected our cabin. It was simply a species of circular wooden tent set up at the stern and lashed to the timbers of the vessel with sufficient firmness to leave no reason to fear a squall or the shipping of a sea. Ik-hind this tent was an open space left free for the handling of the tiller. This was the region of the pilot. The tent was entirely empty. It was our business to procure the necessary furniture; the captain of the Santa-Maria di Pie di Grotta not providing furnished quarters. But after all, in view of the limited space, these furnishings had to confine themselves to two mattresses, two pillows, and four pairs of sheets. The deck served as bedstead. As for the sailors, including the captain, they slept as usual between decks. We agreed to send our neces- saries that evening, and the hour for departure was fixed for the next day at eight in the morning. We had gone about a hundred steps, congratulat- ing ourselves, Jadin and I, on our decision, when the captain ran after us to advise us, above all, not to forget to bring a cook. The advice seemed so singu- 10 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS lar that I asked an explanation. I then learned that in the interior of Sicily, a wild and desolate region where the inns, when there are any, are only halting- places, a cook is a thing of prime necessity. We promised the captain to send one aboard with our belongings. My first care on returning to the Hotel Vittoria was to inquire of the landlord, Monsieur Martin Zir, where the required cordon-bleu could be found. Monsieur Martin Zir replied that by marvellous luck he had the very thing on hand. At first his answer satisfied me so completely that I went to my room without inquiring further; but once there, I thought there would be no harm in making a few preliminary inquiries as to the moral qualities of our future fel- low-traveller. Consequently, I questioned one of the servants of the hotel, who assured me I might feel quite easy, for Monsieur Martin was giving me his own cook. This self-sacrifice, far from reassuring me, only increased my fears. If Monsieur Martin was satisfied with his cook why did he yield him to the first stranger who came along ? If he was not satisfied with him I, however easy-going I may be, would prefer another. I therefore went in search of Monsieur Martin, to ask him whether I could really rely on the honesty and culinary science of his protege. Monsieur Martin replied with a pompous eulogy on the merits of Giovanni Cama. lie was honesty personified, also he was perfectly skilled for the duties I was about to confide to him. As for that, indeed, he had the reputation of being the best fnttatore not only in the capital, but in the kingdom. THE SPERONARA 11 But the more Monsieur Martin descanted on his virtues, the more my uneasiness increased, until at last I risked asking him why, possessing such a treasure, he consented to part with it. "Alas,"" he answered, sighing, "he has, unfortu- nately for me who live in Naples, a defect which will he of no importance to you who are going to Sicily." " What is it ? " I asked anxiously. " lie is appassionato" replied Monsieur Martin. I burst out laughing ; for I must tell you that, in passing before the kitchen, Monsieur Martin had shown me Cama among his ovens, and Cama, throughout his person, from the top of his big head to the toes of his long feet, was certainly the man in the world to whom that epithet was least applicable. Besides which, an impassioned cook seemed to me to the last degree mythological. Nevertheless, observing that my landlord spoke with the utmost seriousness, I continued my questions. " Impassioned with what ? " I asked. " With Rolando." " With Rolando ? " I repeated, thinking I heard ill. "With Rolando," replied Monsieur Martin, with bated breath. "Ah ca!"I said, beginning to think mine host was making fun of me, " it seems to me, my dear Monsieur Martin, that we are talking nonsense. Cama appassionato for Rolando, what does that mean ? " *' Have you ever been on the Mole ? "" "I have just come from there, from the light- house."" 12 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Oh ! but this is not the hour." "Not the hour?" " No. In order to understand what I shall now tell you, you ought to have been there in the evening, at the hour when the improvimtores sing. Have you been there in the evening ?" " How do you suppose I have been there in the evening? I arrived in Naples this morning and it is only two in the afternoon now." "True. But you must have heard, among the traditional sayings about Naples, that when a la/- zarone has earned two sous his day's work is done ? " " Yes." " Do you know how he divides his two sous ? " " No. Is it indiscreet to inquire how ?" " Not the least in the world : one sou goes for macaroni, one farthing for watermelon, one farthing for the old folks, and one farthing for tha improvis- atore. The improvisatore is, after the food he eats, the water he drinks, the air he breathes, the most necessary thing to the lazzarone. Now, what does the improvisatore sing usually? He sings the poem of the divine Ariosto, the 'Orlando Furioso/ Ib results that for this primitive population, with excit- able passions and ardent heads, fiction becomes re- ality; the tilts of paladins, the felonies of giants, the misfortunes of great ladies are not poesv, but history a poor people who do not know their own history are in need of one! Hence they become infatuated with this that the improvisatore relates to them. Each selects his hero and becomes impassioned for him ; some take Kinaldo, those are the young heads; THE SPEUOXARA 13 so:ne prefer Rolando, those are the lovers ; others are for Charlemagne, they are the reasonable people. There is none of these beings, down to the wi/ard Merlin, who has not his proselyte. Now you under- stand, don't you ? how that animal of a Catna is im- passioned for. Rolando." " Well, but what harm does that do you ?" " Harm, indeed ! Why, when the hour for the im- provisatore comes there is no way to keep him in the kitchen; which, you must allow is very embarrassing in a house like mine, to which travellers are coming at all hours of the day and night. Even that is not the worst of it. I have a waiter who is a Rinaldist, and if I am so thoughtless as to send him into the kitchen at the dinner-hour, all is ruined ; an argu- ment begins about one or other of those brave pala- dins ; high words ensue ; each exalts his hero and depreciates that of his adversary ; nothing is heard but the clashing of sword -i, the slaying of giants, the deliverance of the castle lady. As to the cook- ing, not a thought! the soup boils away, the spits stop, the roast burns, the sauces sour, the dinner is bad, the guests complain, the hotel empties, and all because that rascal of a cook has taken it into his head to be faiKit'ico for Rolando ! Now you under- stand, don't you ? " " YV/j.y/ it is funny/' 1 " No, it is not funny at all, especially not for me. But as for you, it won't matter a bit. Once in Sic- ily, where his damned improvisatore and that cra/y waiter can't turn his head, he will ro:ist and fricassee wonderfully, and what is more, he will do anything 14 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS for you if you tell him now and then that Angelica was a good-for-nothing, and Medoro a rapscallion." " I '11 tell him." " Then you take him ? " " Of course, as you answer for him." Cama was brought up. He made some objections as to the short time he had in which to prepare for such a journey, and the dangers he might be running ; but I managed to slip in a graceful word about Ro- lando, and instantly his big eyes opened wide, his mouth stretched from ear to ear, he began to laugh inanelv, and then, seduced by our communion of feel- ing as to the nephew of Charlemagne, he put himself entirely at my service. It resulted in my sending him on board that very night, as I had promised the cap- tain, with the mattresses, pillows, sheets, and trunks. We ourselves followed him the next morning at the hour agreed upon. All our sailors were on deck awaiting us. No doubt they were as impatient to know us as we to see them. The question of knowing whether our natures would be in sympathy with theirs was no less important to them than to us; for us, nearly all the pleasure we expected from our trip depended on it ; for them, all their comfort and tranquillity for the next three months. The crew consisted of nine men, a cabin-boy, and a child ; all born or domiciled in the village Delia Pace, near Messina. They were true Sicilians in the fullest meaning of the term ; short of stature, robu.st of limb, swarthy i complexion, with Arab eyes ; detesting the Calabrese, their neighbours, and exe- THE SPERONARA 15 crating the Neapolitans, their masters ; speaking the soft patois of Meli, which sounds like a song, scarcely comprehending the proud Florentine language; al- ways complying, never servile ; calling us " Eccel- lenza"" and kissing our hands, because that formula and that action, which with us in France would seem degrading, with them in Sicily is simply the expres- sion of politeness and devotion. Uy the end of the journey they had come to love us like brothel's, all the while continuing to respect us as superiors; a subtile distinction in which affection and duty kept their own places ; and they returned to us exactly that which we had a right to expect in exchange for our money and our kind treatment of them. Their names were: Giuseppe Arena, captain, Nun- /io, first pilot ; Vicenzo, second pilot ; Pietro, brother to Nun/io ; Giovanni, Filippo, Antonio, Sieni, Gae- tano. The cabin-boy and the captain's son, a. gamin six or seven years old, completed the ship's company. Now, if my readers permit, having cast a general eve over the speronara and her crew, we will take a more particular look at those of the brave fellows who distinguished themselves by their natures or by some speciality. We are about to make n rather long voyage in their company, and the reader, if dis- posed to take an interest in the tale, ought to know our companions by the way. I shall therefore make them visible at once to his eyes just as they appeared successively to ours. Captain Giuseppe Arena was, as I have said, a handsome man, some twenty-eight or thirty years of age, with a frank and open face under ordinary cir- 16 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS cunistanccs, and a calm, impassible face in moments of danger. He had very little knowledge of naviga- tion, but as he possessed some money, he had bought the vessel, and the purchase secured to him, naturally, the title of captain. As to any right or power which that title gave him over his men, we never once saw him make use of it. Aside from a slight tinge of re- spect which they showed him without his claiming it, the crew lived with him on a footing of equality that was truly patriarchal. Nun/io the pilot was, after the captain, the most important person on board. lie was a man of fifty, short and robust, with a swarthy skin, gray hair, and a rugged face, who h ul navigated from childhood. He was clothed in blue linen trousers and a woollen shirt; to these strict necessaries he added on cold or rainy days a species of hooded cloak which combined, in a way, the overcoat of the West with the burnous of the desert. This cloak, which was brown in colour and embroidered on the pocket-holes and openings for the arms with red and blue thread, fell straight and stiff', giving an admirable character to his general appearance. Nun/io was the essential, or rather, the indispensable man : he was the eye that kept watch for rocks, the ear that listened for the wind, the hand that guided the vessel. In heavy weather the captain Ixx-ame a simple sailor and made over to Nun/io the whole power. Then from the tiller, which, no matter what the weather was, he never quitted except for evening prayer, he gave his orders with such firmness and precision that the crew obeyed him as one man. 1 1 is authority lasted as long as the THE SPERONARA 17 tempest. Then, when he had saved the vessel and the lives of those on board of her, he sat down, simple and calm, in the stern of the boat and became once more Nun/io the pilot. Hut, although he relin- quished his authority, he kept his influence; for Nun/io, religious, like all true sailors, was considered the equal of the prophets. His predictions with reference to the weather, which he foresaw by signs imperceptible to other eyes, had never been contra- dicted by events; so that the affection which the crew bore to him was mingled with a certain religious respect, which at first surprised us, but which we ended by sharing, so great is the influence upon all men, no matter what their condition, of superiority, be it what it may. Vicen/o, whom I place third, more to follow the hierarchy of rank than because of his real importance, bore the title of second pilot. It was he who took Nun/io's place in the rare and short moments when the latter left the helm. During the calm nights they watched by turns. At other times, even when his help was useless in directing the vessel, Vicenzo continued to sit beside the old prophet, exchanging rare words with him and oftcnest in a whisper. This habit isolated him from the rest of the crew ; also he seldom appeared among us, and never spoke unless we questioned him ; he then accomplished the act of re- plying as a duty and with all the formulas of polite- ness in use among sailors. In other respects an excellent, worthy man, and, after Nun/io who was a prodigy in this respect, enduring in a marvellous manner fatigue and sleeplessness. 18 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS After these three authorities came Pietro ; Pictro was a jovial comrade who filled among the crew the place of wag to a regiment; always gay, constantly singing, dancing, and grimacing ; eternal talker, frantic dancer, fanatical swimmer, agile as a monkey, of which he had the motions, mingling with the work- ing of the ship grotesque capers and comical little cries flung out after the manner of Auriol ; ready for anything, joining in everything, understanding all, full of good-will and friendly familiarity, he was the most intimate with us of all his companions. Pietro allied himself at once with our bull-dog. The latter, of a nature less facile, less sociable, an- swered his advances for a long time with low growls, changing after a while into amicable murmurs, and finally into a solid and lasting friendship; though Pietro, hampered in his pronunciation by the Sicil- ian accent, could never manage to call Milord any- thing but Melor, a change which at first seemed to wound his self-respect, though he ended by answering Pietro's call as if the latter had given him his right name. Giovanni, a large, fat fellow, a Southerner, with the white skin and puffy cheeks of a Northerner, constituted himself our cook from the moment friend Cama was sei/ed with sea-sickness, which happened to him ten minutes after the speronara had got under way. Giovanni added to his culinary science a talent which belongs to it or of which it is, strictly speaking, the consequence that of a harpooncr. In fine weather, Giovanni fastened to the poop a bit of twine, four or five feet in length, to the extremity THE SPERONARA 19 of which he appended either a chicken-bone or a crust of bread. That twine never floated more than ten minutes in our wake before it was escorted by seven or eight h'sh of all shapes and all colours, most of them unknown in our ports, but among which we nearly always recognized the dory by its gilded scales, and the bass by its voracity. Then Giovanni took his harpoon, lying ready to larboard or starboard near the oars, and called us. We went with him to the stern and selected, according to our appetite or our curiosity, from among the finny tribe that followed us, the one that suited us best. Our choice made, Giovanni raised his harpoon, aimed for an instant at the selected fish, and then the weapon sank hissing into the sea, only to return a second later to the sur- face of the water. Then Giovanni drew it towards him by means of a rope fastened to his arm, and at the opposite extremity we saw, ten times out of twelve, the luckless h'sh pierced through and through. The work of the fisherman was then over and that of the cook began. Now it happened that without being actually sea-sick we were constantly inclined that wav, and it was not always an easy thing to tempt our appetites. A discussion was immediately started as to the mode of cooking and seasoning the dish. No turbot ever gave rise among solemn Roman senators to more learned and profound dissertations than those on which we entered, Jadin and I. As, for greater facility, we discussed the matter in our own language, the crew stood by, motionless and mute, until the decision was made. Giovanni alone, guessing from the expression of our eyes the meaning of our words, 20 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS emitted from time to time an opinion which revealed to us sonic mysterious preparation, and usually carried the day against our own. The sauce thus decided, he seized the handle of the gridiron or that of the frying- pan ; 1'ietro scraped the fish and lighted the fire lx?tween decks; Milord, who was never sea-sick and knew that many fish-bones and skins were coming to him, wagged his tail and moaned amorously. The fish was cooked, and soon Giovanni served it to us on the long plank which answered for a table, our quar- ters being so narrow on the little vessel that there was no room for an actual table. Its appeti/ing appearance gave us the highest hopes ; then, at the third or fourth mouthful, sea-sickness obstinately claimed its rights, and the crew fell heirs to the fish, which went from aft to forward instantly, followed by Milord, \vho never lost sight of it from the moment it lay upon the gridiron or the frying-pan till its last morsel was swallowed by the cabin-bov. Next comes Filippo: grave as a quaker, serious as a doctor, silent as a fakir. We never heard him laugh but twice during the whole course of our voy- age : the first time when our friend Caina fell into the sea in the gulf of Agrigentum ; the second time when the captain's back took fire, he having, by my advice and to cure his rheumatism, rubbed his loins with camphorated brandy. As for Filippo\s words, I think we did not have a single opportunity to know their sound or their style. The good or Iwul condition of his mind was manifested by sad or lively whistling, with which he accompanied the songs of his ship-mates, though he never sang him- THE SPERONARA 21 pelf. I thought for a long time that he was dumb, and I did not say a word to him for nearly a month, for fear of giving him pain by reminding him of his infirmity. He was the strongest diver that I have ever seen. Sometimes we amused ourselves by Hinging a bit of money from the poop into the water; in a trice he was stripped as the coin sank and after it into the depths of the sea, where we lost him from sight in spite of the transparency of the water ; then, watch in hand, after forty or fifty seconds we saw him reappear, perfectly calm and without apparent effort, as if lie inhabited his native element and had merely done the most natural thing in the world. Needless to say that he brought up the coin, and that the coin was henceforth his. Antonio was the minstrel of the crew. He san<; O the tarantella with a perfection and a dash that never missed their effect. At times we were seated, some on deck, others between decks ; conversation languished and silence fell; suddenly Antonio would begin that electric tune which is to the Neapolitan and Sicilian what the muz (h'x wiche.v is to the Swit/er. On which Filippo would raise gravely one half of his body through the hatchway and whistle an accom- paniment. Then Pietro would begin to beat time, wagging his head from left to right and clacking his thumbs like castanets. But at the fifth or sixth bar a visible agitation sei/inl him ; his whole body put itself in motion; he rose on one knee, next on both, then he was up altogether. For a few seconds longer he stood, swaying from right to left, but not quitting his place ; then, as if the planks of the vessel were 22 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS heating gradually, he lifted one foot, then the other, until, flinging out one of the little cries I mentioned expressive of his joy, lie began the famous national dance ; at first with a slow and uniform movement, which, accelerating ever and hastened by the music, ended at last in a species of frenzied jig. The taran- tella never ended until the dancer fell exhausted after a final caper in which the whole of the choregraphic scene was summed up. The last is Sieni, of whom I have no recollection, and Gaetano, whom we seldom saw, because he was kept ashore by an attack of ophthalmia, which appeared on the day after our arrival in the Straits of Messina. I do not speak of the cabin-boy ; he was, quite naturally, what that estimable class of society is in all parts of the world the drudge of the whole ship's company. The only difference between him and the other individuals of his species lay in the good nature of his comrades, which caused him to be more than half less beaten than he would have been on a Breton or a Genoese schooner. And now mv readers know the crew of the Santa- Maria di Pie di Grotta as well as I do myself. As I have said, they were all awaiting us on the deck of the little vessel, and she, taut at her anchor, was ready to depart. I made a last turn between decks and through the cabin to convince myself that our provisions and property were all aboard. I found Cama between decks joyfully established among the chickens and ducks intended for our table, and setting in order his kitchen utensils. In the cabin I found our beds all covered, and Milord already THE SPERONARA 23 installed on that of his master. Everything was in its place and all were at their posts. The captain then came to me and asked my orders. I told him to wait five minutes. Those five minutes were con- secrated to giving news of me to the Comte de Ludorf. I took from my portfolio a sheet of my finest paper and wrote to him the following letter : MONSIEUR LE COMTE, I am extremely sorry that your Excellency did not see fit to charge me with your commissions for Naples. I should certainly have ex- ecuted them with a fidelity which would have proved to you my gratitude for your kind proceedings towards me. Be pleased to accept, Monsieur le comte, an assur- ance of the very lively sentiments that I feel for you, of which I trust I may some day offer you the proof. 1 ALEX. DUMAS. NAPLES, August 23, 1835. While I was writing, the anchor was raised and the rowers ranged themselves to starboard and larboard, oars in hand, all ready to start. I asked the captain for a safe man to carry my letter to the post; he directed me to one of the spectators assembled to see us off', who, he said, was an acquaintance of his. I passed him the letter, accompanied by two carlini, 1 That proof was delayed until 18 II, the period at which I pub- lished the first edition of this book. But, as the reader will have seen, I have made up in it for time lost, and I hope that M. le Comte de Ludorf, who may have accused me of forget- fulness, will correct that error in relation to me, if by chance these pages should have the honour to come before his eyes. A. D. 24 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS by means of a long fishing-rod, and I had the satis- faction of seeing my messenger scamper at top speed in the direction of the post-office. I then gave the signal for departure. The eight oars which the men held erect in the air, fell together and struck the water at the same instant. Ten minutes later we were out of the harbour, and a quarter of an hour later we were shaking out our lesser sails to an excellent wind oft' shore, which promised to put me rapidly out of reach of the Neapolitan agents whom the Cointe de Ludorf would probably set upon my traces. The good wind accompanied us for some twenty or thirty miles, but just beyond Sorrento it slackened, and presently fell altogether, so that we were forced to have recourse to the oars. This gave us time to perceive that the sea-breeze had given us an appetite. Consequently, being well disposed to appreciate the good qualities of M. Martin Zir's protege*, we called, in our finest bass voice, for Cama. No one an- swered. Uneasy at his silence, we sent Pietro and Giovanni in search of him, and five minutes later we saw him appear at the orifice of the hatchway, pale as a ghost, supported under each arm bv the men we had sent to fetch him, who h-id found him stretched motionless among his ducks and chickens. It was evidently impossible for the poor devil to attend to our orders. He could n't stand upon his legs, and he turned his eyes in a lamentable manner. Thinking that the air would do him good, we had a mattress brought on deck and laid him upon it at the foot of the mast. We were looking at each THE SPERONARA 25 other, Jadin and I, with a disconcerted air, when Giovanni put himself at our orders, offering to take the place, for a time at least, of our poor appux- slonato. We promptly accepted the proposal. The cap- tain, who was not proud, at once took the oar that Giovanni abandoned. Five minutes had not elapsed before we heard the moans of a strangling fowl ; presently we saw smoke escaping up the hatchway; next came the sound of oil siz/ling over the (ire ; and a quarter of an hour later we each had our share of a poulet a la Pnrccn^nle^ which, thanks to the above- named appetite, we found excellent. Towards two o'clock we were off the island of Capri. As in losing our time we lost but little, in- asmuch as the unceasing toil of our rowers could make us do no more than half a league an hour, I proposed to Jadin to land, and visit the island of Tiberius and the ruins of his palace, which we could see from below about one third up the path to Monte Solaro. Jadin accepted heartily, thinking there would surely be some fine view to sketch. The captain, informed of our intentions, headed the speronura for the island, and an hour later we en- tered the port. II CAPRI. LA BURRASCA THERE are few places in the world that offer so manv historical memories as Capri, It was onlv an island like other islands, more smil- ing, perhaps, and that was all, when Augustus resolved one day to make a trip to it. At the mo- ment of his landing, an old oak, the sap of which seemed shrivelled forever, lifted its withered branches alreadv pendent to the soil and burst incontinent! v into buds and leafage, Augustus was a man of omens ; he was so enchanted with this particular one that he proposed to the Neapolitans to give them the island of CEnaria if the v would cede him that of Capri. The offer was accepted. Augustus made Capri a region of delight, lived there four rears, and when he died bequeathed the island to Tiberius, Tiberius, in his turn, retired there, much as an old tiger slinks into his lair when he feels he is dying. There alone, surrounded by vessels that guarded him day and night, did he feel himself safe from daggers and poison. On those rocks where to-day there are but ruins, rose then a dozen imperial villas, bearing the names of the twelve great gods of Olym- pus, Each of them, supported on marble columns the gilded capitals of which bore up the agate friezes, TIIK 8PERONAHA 27 nerved the emperor for a fortre** residence for one month of the year; in all were burin* of porphyry, where the nil very h'she* of the (jangex hparklf-d ; pavements of mosaic, the design* of which were former! by opals, emerald*, anrl ruble*; deep anrl w-cret bath* where laMcivioil* picture* excited terrible de#ire*, recalling unheard-of exceweft. Around these villas, on the Hanks of the mountain, bare to-day, rose then two cedar fore*!,* anrl grove* of orange - trce*, where handsome youth* and beautiful young girl*, di*gui*ed a* faun* and dryad*, wttyr*, and bacchante*, wirif^ hymn* tx> V'enu*, while invisible iiwtrument accompanied their arnorou* voir-f^. Anrl when the night, one of tho*e transparent, *t-irry night* Kuch a* the Ka*t alone <^tn make for love, came down upon the sleeping >*ea; when the balmv bree/e blowing from Sr^rrento or Pompeii mingled with the perfume* that children, clothed an Cupid.*, burner! on golden tripod.* ; when crie* voluptuous, harmonies mvNteriouw, *igh* half-*tiflerl quivererl v;tgue anrl confuted, as though the amorou* i*le wTe thrilling with delight in the arm* of her briny god ; a mighty pharos flan-rl forth like a nocturnal nun. Soon, bv its gleam could be *eeri, i**uing from */rtne grotto and walking along the *hore U.-twerti 'i"bra- Kvllu.% the astrologer, and Chariciex, the physician, an old man clothed in purple, with bent and *tiffened neck arid silent, glrxuriy vivige, shaking from time to time a rna** of HiKery hair th/t fell undulating, like the mane of a lion, on his heavy *hrnjirlrr*. A few *low, drawling word.* dropped from his lifw, while his li/trid, with effeminate gesture, caro-i^l the h^^*/l 28 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS of a snake that slept on his bosom. Those words, they were Greek verses he was then composing ; they were orders for secret debauchery in the villa of Jupiter or of Ceres; they were sentences to death, which, on the morrow, would fly with lateen sails to Ostia and terrify Rome ; for this old man was the third C;csar, the divine Tiberius, the emperor with savage eyes, like those of a cat, a wolf, an hyena, eyes that saw clear in darkness. To-dav, of all these magnificences nothing remains * *J ~ but wreck and ruin ; but, more indestructible than stone or marble, the memory of that old emperor is left entire. One might fancy, so much his name is still on every tongue, that it was but yesterday they laid him in the parricidal grave Caligula pre- pared for him and into which Marconius pushed him. One might even say that in default of his body, men tremble still before his shade; for the inhabitants of Capri and Anacapri, the towns of the isle, show the remains of his palaces with as much awe as that with which they point to the slumbering volcano which, on any day, at any hour, at every minute may awake, more deadly, more devouring than ever. The two towns arc situated, Capri, in an amphi- theatre l)cfore the little harbour, Anacapri at the .summit of Monte Solaro. A stairway of five or six hundred steps, roughly cut into the rock, leads from the first to the second of these towns. The fatigue of this toilsome ascension is largely repaid, I must sav, bv the splendid panorama which the eye takes in when the summit is attained. The traveller, facing Naples, sees I'iestum first on his right, voluptuous THE SPERONARA 29 daughter of Greece, whose roses, blooming twice each year in an air that was fatal to virginity, were culled to fade on the brow of Horace and drop their leaves on the bible of Msecenas ; then Sorrento, where each passing bree/e bears away with it the leaves of the orange and the lemon flowers, to scatter them afar upon the sea ; then Pompeii, sleeping in her ashes and waking at times like some old ruin of Egypt, with her ardent pictures, her lachrymal vases, and her mortuary fillets ; and, lastly, Herculaneum, who, overtaken one day by the lava, shrieked, and writhed, and died like Laocoon in the coils of the serpents. Then comes Naples for Torre del Greco, Hesina, and Portici arc, to tell the truth, mere suburbs Naples, the la/y city, lying in the lap of her circling mountains and stretching her little feet to the warm and wanton waves of her gulf. Then, after Naples, the eye turns leftward, to Po/zuoli with its temple of Serapis, half hidden in the water ; to Cumze, most ancient of all the Grecian-Italian cities, with her mysterious, sibylline grotto, where the pious yEneas l.inded ; to the gulf, where Caligula, emulating Xerxes, flung a bridge a league long, still percep- tible among the' ruins ; to IJauli whence sailed that imperial galley prepared by Nero to open beneath the feet of Agrippina ; and finally, to Bai:r, so fatal to chaste lovers, and Misenum, where the trum|)eter of ./Eneas lies buried, and where Pliny the elder went to die, smothered in his library by the ashes of Stabia. Imagine the picture now described, illumined by the pharos that is called Vesuvius, and tell me if 30 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS there be in all the world aught that can compare with such a spectacle. I took this walk alone. Jadin had found a view to sketch and stopped at a third of the steep way up. Coming down I rejoined him, and we returned to- gether to the little port. There we were surrounded by a score of boatmen, each determined to carry one or other of us off with him. These were the guides to the Blue Grotto. As no one can come to Capri without seeing the Blue Grotto Grotto Azzurra I chose one man and Jadin another, because each traveller must have a boat and a boatman, the entrance being so low and narrow that only the slenderest wherry can enter it. The sea was calm, but it always breaks, even in the finest weather, with such force against the girdle of rocks which surrounds the island that our boats bounded as if in a tempest and we were forced to cling tightly to the thwarts for fear of being flung into the sea. At last, after rowing for three- quarters of an hour and doing at least one-sixth of the circumference of the isle, our boatmen told us we had arrived. We looked about ; not the slightest appearance of the smallest of grottoes did we see un- til they showed us a round black speck, scarcelv vis- ible above the foam of the waves ; this, they said, was the orifice of the cave. The first sight of that entrance is not reassuring; it seems incomprehensible how to pass through it without crushing one's head. As that question ap- peared to us of sufficient importance to discuss, we laid it before our boatmen. They said we were perfectly THE SPERONAUA 31 right if we remained seated, but, by lying flat in the boat we escaped all danger. Jadin and I had not come so far to balk. I set the example; my boat- man advanced, rowing with precautions which showed plainly that however used he might be to the opera- tion he did not consider it exempt from danger. As for me, in my then position, I could see nothing but the sky; presently I felt myself lifted on a wave, the boat gliding rapidly, and I saw a rock above me that seemed about to crush my breast. Then, all of a sudden, I found myself in so wonderful a grotto that I uttered a cry of astonishment and sprang up so hastily to look about me that I nearly upset the wherry. Before me, around me, above me, beneath me, be- hind me, were marvels of which no words can give an idea, and before which the artist's brush itself, that great transmitter of human recollections, is powerless. Imagine a vast azure cavern, all a/ure, as if God had pleased himself by making a tent of a bit of the firmament ; water so limpid, so transparent, so pure, that we seemed to l>e floating on a substance of air; stalactites pendent from the roof like pyra- mids reversed ; in the depths a golden sand mingled with many submarine vegetations: along V O the walls, bathed softly by the water, bunches of coral with capricious glittering branches ; on the sea side a speck, a star, through which came the glimmering light that illumined this fairy palace; and directly opposite, a species of throne for the sump- tuous goddess, whoever she was, who had chosen for her bathroom one of the wonders of the world. 32 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Suddenly the grotto darkened, like the earth on a splendid day when a cloud flits across the sun. It was Jadin entering the cavern, the orifice of which was closed by his boat. Presently it was floated beside me by the force of the wave that lifted it to the entrance, the grotto resumed its beautiful azure colour, and the boat stopped, trembling, near mine ; for this sea, so noisy and tumultuous without, had the gentle, silent respiration of a lake within. According to all probability the Blue Grotto was unknown to the ancients. No poet speaks of it, and certainly the Greeks with their marvellous imagi- nation would never have missed making it the palace of some marine goddess with melodious name, whose history they would surely have left us. Suetonius, who descril>es with such detail the baths and thermae of Tiberius, would not have failed to give a few words to this natural pool, which the old emperor would doubtless have chosen as the scene of some monstrous pleasure. No, the tides were perhaps higher in those days than they are now, and this marvel of the deep was known only to Amphitrite and her court of sirens, naiads, and tritons. But sometimes, like Diana overtaken by Acta?on, Amphitrite is angered by the indiscreet travellers who pursue her in this a/ure retreat. Then, in a moment, the sea rises and shuts the orifice, so that those within can no longer get out. In that case, they must wait till the wind, that has veered of a sudden from east to west, comes round to the south- ward. It has sometimes happened that visitors going to the grotto for twenty minutes have stayed there THE SPERONARA 33 two, three, and even four days. Consequently the boatmen, providing for such accidents, always carry with them a certain quantity of a species of biscuit to feed the prisoners. As for water, it filters into the grotto at two or three points with sufficient abundance, so that no fear need be felt on the score of thirst. I blamed my boatman a little for having delayed informing me of a fact so disquieting; but he answered with charming naivete : " Ma che! eccellenza, if we told it at first half the travellers would not go, and that would be bad for the boatmen." I own that this little circumstance gave me a cer- tain uneasiness and made me think the Blue Grotto less charming than it seemed at first. Unluckily, our boatmen had given us these details just as we were taking off our clothes to bathe in that azure water, so beautiful, so transparent that it needs no Undine of Goethe's to entice the fisher. We were not will- ing to abandon the preparations we had made, so we completed those that were still to make in all haste, and each took a header into the water. Not until one is five or six feet Inflow the surface can the incredible purity of the water be appreciated. In spite of the veil that wraps the diver not a detail escapes him ; he sees as clearly as through the air the smallest shell on the sand or the slenderest stalac- tite from the roof; only, each thing takes a darker tint. At the end of fifteen minutes we returned to our boats and dressed, without having allured, so far as we could see, any of the invisible nvmphs of that humid palace who, had it been otherwise, would surely 34 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS not have failed to detain us for twenty-four hours at the least. This was humiliating ; but as neither of us assumed to be Telemachus we accepted the sit- uation. Again we lay down in the bottom of our respective boats and left the Azure Grotto with the same precautions and the same good luck with which we had entered it ; except that we were fully six minutes unable to open our eyes; the dazzling brightness of the sun now blinded us. We were scarcely a furlong distant when all that we had just seen became the mere fabric of a dream. We returned to the port of Capri. While settling our account with the boatmen, Pietro pointed out to us a man lying in the sunshine with his face in the sand. He was the fisherman who, nine or ten veal's earlier, had discovered the Blue Grotto while search- ing for mussels among the rocks. He went at once to the authorities of the island, told them of his discovery, and asked for the privilege of alone con- ducting travellers into the new world he had found, or else a toll upon the pay of others who might do so. The authorities, seeing in this discovery a means of attracting strangers to their isle, acceded to his second proposition ; so that since that time this second Christopher Columbus lives on his income, which he takes no trouble to acquire, for it comes to him, as we saw, when sleeping. He was the personage uhose fate was most envied throughout the island. Having seen all that Capri offered of chief interest we got into our own boat and returned to the spero- nara, which, profiting by a few puff's of the land breeze, hoisted sail and headed gently for Palermo. THE SPERONARA 35 But soon the weather changed ; the sky seemed covered by some vast gray texture on which stood out in darker gray and brown a heavy cloud advanc- ing rapidly from the south to meet us. From time to time light puffs of wind filled our sails, which were spread to profit by them, because coining from the eastward, they were favourable for taking us to Palermo. But soon, whether these puffs died away, or because the first breath of a contrary wind coining from Sicily, began to flatten our great sail against the mast, the pilot suddenly gave orders to furl it. When the weather was threatening the captain instantly re- signed, as I think I have already said, his powers to old Nun/io, and became himself the first and most docile of the crew. So when the pilot called out to clear the deck he was the most active of them all in removing our table and in helping Jadin to bring into the cabin his stool and his drawing-boards. During this time the sky grew darker still and the atmosphere gave every sign of a coming storm. Our sailors, without being warned in any way of danger, this being their hour for sleeping, awoke as if by instinct and came on deck, one after another, through the forward hatch, their noses in the air snuffing the wind ; then they lined up on deck, winked at one another with a nod that surely meant to say, " It is coming hot!" Still silent, some of them rolled up their sleeves, others threw off' their shirts. Filippo alone sat still on the edge of the hatch, his legs dangling down into the hold, his chin resting on his hand as he ga/ed at the sky with his impassible face and whistled from habit the tarantella. But this 36 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS time Pietro was deaf to that provocative air, and even old Nunzio seemed to think its monotonous melody untimely, for mounting the bulwark without letting go of the helm, he raised his head above the cabin roof and said, addressing the crew as though he did not see the musician : " With permission of the signore, who is that whistling now ? "" " I think it is me, old man," replied Filippo, " but, God's truth, I was if t thinking what I did." " Very good," said Nunzio, disappearing behind the cabin. Filippo did not whistle again. The sea, though still calm, was visibly changing in colour. From the azure blue it had l)cen all dav, it was now becoming an ashen gray. On its tarnished mirror great air-bubbles were bursting that seemed to rise, like sighs, from the depths of its bosom to its surface. From time to time the passing squalls, that sailors call " eats-paws," scratched the sombre water and left upon it lines of gleaming foam, as if some invisible hand had beaten it with rods. Our speronara, having no wind, and Ix-ing no longer rowed bv the sailors, was, if not motionless, at any rate stationary, swaying in the swell which was just beginning to make itself felt. There was now one o o quarter of an hour of total silence ; all the more solemn because the mist that gathered round us had, little by little, hidden the shore, and we knew that we were about to face the tempest thus solemnly an- nouncing itself, not in a ship, but in a mere little fishing-boat. I looked at our men ; they were all on deck, ready for action and calm, but their calmness was that of resolution not of security. THE SPERONARA 37 "Captain," I said, going up to him, "do not for- get that we are men ; if the danger becomes real, let us know it." " Be sure of that," replied the captain. " Well, poor Milord ! " said Jadin, giving his bull- dog a pat that might have killed an ordinary dog, " we are to SL>C a little tempest ; does that please you, hey?" Milord responded with a low, prolonged howl, which proved that he was not indifferent to the passing scene, and that instinctively he, toj, smelt danger. " The mistral ! " shouted the pilot, raising his head above the cabin roof. Instantly every eye was fixed on the wake. We saw, if I may say so, the coming of the wind ; a line of foam ran before it, and behind that line we saw the sea beginning to rise in billows. The sailors sprang, some to the bowsprit, some to the little mizzen-mast, to set the jib and also a triangular sail, the name of which I did not know, but it seemed to correspond to the mainsail of larger ships. During this time the mistral was coming down upon us like a race-horse, preceded by a hissing that was not without some majesty. We felt it pass; then instantly our little vessel shuddered, her sails swelled as if to burst, she plunged her prow into the sea, cleaving it like a ploughshare, and we felt ourselves borne along as a feather in the wind. "But," I said to the captain, " I thought that in such heavy weather, instead of giving chances to the gale, as we are doing, it was usu.d to lower the sails. How is it we are not doiii" as uuial?" 38 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Oh ! " he replied, " we have not got to that point yet ; the wind now blowing is fair, and if it will only hold for twelve hours, at the thirteenth we shall not be far I will not say from Palermo, but from Messina. Are you very anxious to go to Palermo before you go to Messina ? " " No ; I am anxious to go to Sicily, and that 's all. So you say that the wind we are now having is good?" " Excellent ; but the misfortune is it has a mortal enemy the sirocco ; and as the sirocco comes from the southeast and the mistral from the northwest, if they happen to meet before long there'll be a pretty battle. Meantime, we must profit by that which God has sent us to make as much way as possible." And in truth our speronara was going like an arrow, making great flocks of foam fly from her flanks. The weather grew worse and worse ; clouds seemed to leave the sky and lower upon the sea ; great drops of rain began to fall. We made thus, in less than an hour, about nine or ten miles ; but the rain became so violent that much as we wished to stay on deck, we were forced to take refuge in our cabin. As we passed near the after-hatchway we saw our cook rolling among a dozen casks or barrels as perfectly unconscious as if he were dead. From the moment he set foot on board, sea-sickness caught him, and at the hour of meals we had so far obtained nothing from him but heart-rending groans about the folly of ever embarking. THE SPERONARA 39 We returned to the cabin and flung ourselves on our mattresses. Milord, now meek as a lamb, fol- lowed his master with his head and his tail between his legs. But hardly had we entered before we heard a great uproar on deck, and the words, " Burrasca ! burrasca!" shouted by the pilot, attracted our atten- tion. At the same instant our little vessel began to dance in so singular a manner that I knew the sirocco and the mistral had met, and that those two old enemies were fighting on our back. Thunder now took part in the fray, and we heard its rumble above the infernal uproar of the winds, the waves, and our sailors. Suddenly, commanding this clamour of men and sea and wind and thunder, the voice of the pilot was heard shouting, in those tones that mean instantaneous obedience : " Tutto a basso ! " " Down with all ! " The deck resounded with the steps of our sailors and with their shouto to excite one another ; but, in spite of the good-will they gave to their work, the speronara leaned over so much to larboard that, unable to keep my balance at an angle of forty-five degrees, I rolled upon Jadin. We then compre- hended that something unusual was happening, and we sprang to the door of the cabin ; a wave which rushed to enter as we were leaving it confirmed this opinion ; but we clung to the door and maintained our position in spite of the shock. Though it was only five or six o'clock in the afternoon, absolutely nothing could be seen, the darkness was so black, the rain so heavy. We called to the captain to know what was happening; the answer came only in be- 40 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS wildering shouts. A peal of awful thunder was heard, the heavens appeared to burst into flame and open, and we saw our men, from the captain to the cabin boy, struggling to lower the large sail, while the wet ropes, refusing to run through the blocks, defeated them. During this time the schooner heeled over more and more until she was literally running on her flank and the tip of her boom was in the water. "Down! down!" shouted the pilot in a voice that showed there was no time to lose: "In God's name ! down all ! " " Cut ! cut ! " cried the captain. " There ""s canvas in Messina, pardieu!"" At that instant we saw a man fly, as it were, above our heads ; that man, or rather that shadow sprang from the roof of the cabin to the bulwark, from the bulwark to the spar, and we heard the little shriek of a parting rope. The sail, taut and swell- ing as it had been, now flew loose, tearing itself from the bonds that held it to the spar. Checked for an instant by the last link, it floated like an im- mense banner from the end of the boom, and then, that last obstacle yielding like the rest, the sail dis- appeared, like a white cloud driven by the wind, in the depths of the murky heavens. The speronura righted, and all the crew gave a shout of joy. As for the pilot, he had already returned to his post and was seated by his tiller. "Faith!" said the captain, coming up to me, " We've made a fine escape. I thought for a minute we were going to turn heels over head, and without THE SPERONARA 41 the old man, who was there in the nick of time, I don't know what would have happened. 11 " Tell me, captain," I said. " I think he well deserves a bottle of Bordeaux wine ; can I send it to him? 11 " To-morrow, not to-night ; to-night not n single glass; we want his whole head, don't you see ; it is God who sends us, but it is he who pilots us, and we are not at Messina yet. 11 " It seems to me, 11 said Jadin, " that the storm is over." In fact, at that moment there was truce between the mistral and the sirocco, so that the vessel was decidedly more tranquil, though she still had the quivering air of a frightened horse. The captain mounted a bench and exchanged a few words over the roof of the cabin with the pilot. " Yes, yes," said the latter, " no harm in that, though we shall not be quiet very long. Yes, that will help us to gain a mile or two." " What are you going to do ? " I asked. " Profit by a lucky moment to make a little way by rowing. Ohe ! children," he continued, " the oars ! to the oars ! " The sailors sprang to them, pushing them over the gunwale like the paws of some gigantic animal, and beginning to boat the sea. At the first dip the usual song of our sailors l>egan, but this time, after the danger we had just run, it seemed to me gentler, more melancholy than before. One must have heard that melody under like circumstances and on such a night to form an idea of the effect it produced upon 42 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS us. These men who sang thus between a passed danger and a coining one were a sacred and living image of Faith. The truce lasted half an hour, or nearly that. Then the rain began to fall more heavily than ever, the thunder growled, the heavens opened and flamed, and the cry already heard, " Burrasca ! la burrasca !"" echoed once more from behind the cabin. The sailors at once drew in their oars, laid them along the deck, and prepared to work the ship. We then had a repetition of the scene I have just related, minus the incident of the sail, but plus an event that took its place with a certain degree of success. We were just at the height of the tempest, bounding, veering, turning about at the h'tful will of winds and waves, when suddenly a huge, fantastic, mvsterious head appeared through the aperture of the after-hatchway, absolutely after the manner in which the devil comes up through a trap-door at the Opera, and after crying out three times, "Aqua! aqua ! aqua ! " sank again into the depths of the hold below. I fancied I recognized Giovanni. This apparition was seen not by me only, but by the whole crew. The captain said two words to Pietro, who disappeared in his turn through the hatchway. A second later he returned with visible emotion and going to the captain murmured, " It is true!" The captain came to us at once. " Listen, "" he said, " it seems that there is a leak in the hold ; if it is a large leak, as we have no pumps, we are in danger. Do not keep anything on you but THE SPERONARA 43 your trousers, so as to be free in case you are obliged to jump overboard. In that case sei/e a plank, a barrel, an oar, the first thing that comes to hand. We are in the main track from Naples to Palermo ; some vessel will pass, and we shall escape, I hope, with a bath of some hours." And the captain, thinking that these words needed no comments and that the danger needed his presence, disappeared down the hatchway himself, while Jadin and I retired to the cabin, where, after providing for each of us a belt containing all the gold we had on board, we proceeded to take oft' hats, coats, boots, and shirts. When we reappeared on deck in our swimming garb, we found the sailors awaiting silently the re- turn of the captain, and saw the pilot's head lifted above the roof of the cabin, proving that he attached no less importance than the crew to what the captain might report. The latter came up laughing. The leak was occasioned by a cask of ice which we had brought from Naples to cool our wine ; the rolling of the schooner upset it, the ice melted, and it was this fro/en water, invading the mattress of poor Cama the cook, which had terrified him for a moment out of his torpor and brought him up to give the warn- ing cry that terrified the crew. This burrasca passed oft' like the first, and Jadin and I, worn out with fatigue and excitement, retired to our cabin and flung ourselves on the mattresses. I don't know what happened to Jadin, but I myself was asleep in ten minutes. 44 JOURNFA'S WITH DUMAS I was awakened by the most infernal tumult I had ever heard in my life. All our sailors were shouting at once, and running like madmen from the fore- castle aft, passing over the roof of the cabin, which cracked under their feet as if it were coming down. I tried to get out, but the motion of the schooner was so violent that I could not keep my legs, and I rolled rather than walked to the door, where I clung so tightly that I managed to keep myself standing. "What the devil is it now?"" I asked Jadin, who was tranquilly looking at the scene with his hands in his pockets and smoking his pipe. " Oh ! good heavens ! " he said, " nothing at all, or next to nothing; only a three-decker trying to ride us down under pretence he does n't see us." "Where is he?" "There," replied Jadin, moving his hands towards the stern, " there, don^t you see him ?" At the same instant I saw, looming up out of the sea where he seemed to plunge, the giant triton who was chasing us. He rose on the breast of a wave so that he commanded the speronara as an old castle commands a plain from its mountain. Nearly at the same instant, by the play, as it were, of a monstrous see-saw, we went up and he went down, so that we came upon the level of his topgallant-sails. Then, for the first time no doubt, he saw us, and he made a movement bearing to the right while we made ours to the left. He passed us like a phantom and we heard the words : " Bon voyage ! " flung to us through a trumpet from his poop. Then the great THE SPERONARA 45 ship rushed on like a race-horse into the darkness and disappeared. " That is Admiral Mollo, " said the captain, " who is no doubt going to Palermo with The Ferdinand. It was high time he saw us, faith ! Otherwise 'twould have been a bad lookout for us." " Where are we now, captain ? " " Oh ! we have made good wav, I can tell you ; we are among the Islands. Look out on this side and in ten minutes you'll see the flames of Stromboli." I turned in the direction to which he pointed, and there, before the time he fixed had expired, I saw the whole hori/on take on a ruddy glow, and I heard a noise something like that of a battery of a do/en cannon fired successivelv, one after another. It was Stromboli, to us a beacon, for it showed the rapidity with which we were moving. When I first heard the sound it was forward of the vessel, soon jt was on our right, and presently behind us. Meanwhile it was almost three in the morning, and day began to dawn. Never in my life did I see so splendid a sight. Little by little the storm had ceased, though the mistral continued to let us feel it. The sea was once more of an a/ure blue, presenting an image of moving Alps, with sombre valleys and crests of mountains crowned with a snow-white foam. Our speronara, light as a leaf, was swept along this surface, rising, descending, rising again to descend again with terri- fying rapidity, and yet with supreme intelligence. And this was because old Nun/io never left the tiller; at the instant when one of the liquid moun- 46 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS tains swelled up astern, rushing onward as if to engulf us, with a slight motion he would throw the speronara to one side and we felt the huge billow, sinking momentarily and seething beneath us, take us gently on its sturdy shoulders and lift us to its highest crest ; so that for two or three leagues around we were able to look down upon all the peaks and all the valleys of that watery landscape. Then, sud- denly, the mountain sank moaning beneath our keel, we ourselves descended, almost vertically, to the bottom of a gorge where we could see nothing but more waves ready to engulf us, although, quite the contrary, as if they were at the orders of our old pilot, they only took us again on their quivering shoulders and bore us up to heaven. Two or three hours were passed in contemplating this magnificence ; searching always for the shores of Sicily, which we knew we must be approaching since we were leaving behind us Lipari, the ancient Meli- gunis, and Stromboli, the ancient Strongyle. But before us lay a vast veil of mist, as if all the vapour driven by the mistral had solidified there to hide from us the coasts of the ancient Trinacria. We asked the pilot if he was navigating us toward the shores of an invisible island, and if there was no hojxj that soon the veil which hid the goddess would fall. Nun/.io turned to the west, extended his hand above his head, and turned back to us, saying : " Are you hungry ?" " Yes, indeed, 1 " 1 we answered with one voice. " Well, then ! breakfast ; and I Ml promise you Sicily for your dessert." THE SPERONARA 47 " Wind of Sardinia ?" asked Arena. " Yes, captain," replied Nunzio. " We shall be off Messina two hours after the Ave Maria." " Is that certain ?" I asked. " As sure as the Gospel," said Pietro, who was laying the table; "the old man has said it." On that day there was no chance of fishing. So they wrung the necks of two or three chickens, served us a do/en eggs, brought up two bottles of Bordeaux wine, and we invited the captain to take breakfast with us. When I say that Pietro laid the table I speak metaphorically. The table was scarcely set up before it was knocked down, and we were forced to eat standing, braced against some support, while Pietro and Giovanni held the dishes. The rest of the crew, inspired by our example, began to do like- wise ; excepting old Nunzio, who, forever at his tiller, seemed insensible to hunger, thirst, or weariness. " Tell me, captain," I asked, " is there any danger now in sending a bottle of wine to the pilot ?" "Hum!" said the captain looking about him, " the sea is still heavy, a wave is easily shipped." " But a glass, at least." " Oli ! a glass ; there is no harm in that. Here ! " he called to Peppino, his little son, who appeared just then, "here, take this glass and carry it up to the old man ; and don't spill it, mind you." Peppino disappeared and a moment later above the roof of the cabin we beheld the head of the old pilot who was wiping his mouth with his sleeve, while the child brought back the empty glass. "Thank you, Ecccllenza," said Nun/io. "Hum! 48 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS hum ! thank you. Docs no harm that, does it, Yicenzo ? " A second head appeared. "Twas good," said Vicen/o, plucking off' his cap, and he disappeared. " What ! " said I, " are there two ?" " Oh ! in heavy weather they are never apart ; they are old friends." " Then a second glass ? " "A second glass, so be it; but that is the last." Peppino carried up our second offering, and I presently saw a hand holding out to Nun/io the glass, scrupulously emptied to precisely half. Nun/io pulled off his cap, bowed to me, and drank. " Now, Eccellenza," he said, " I think that if you will please to turn to the Sicily side it will not be long before you see something." Sure enough, we began to feel puffs of wind com- ing from the direction of Sardinia, by which we profited, shaking out our little lateen sail upon the foremast. At the very first breath of that wind, the mists that lay upon the sea rose like smoke from a hearth disclosing gradually the coasts of Sicily and the mountains of Calabria, which at first sight seemed, from Cape Blanco to the Pi//o point, to be but one continent, surmounted by the mighty head of .Etna. The fabled land of Ovid, of Theocritus, of Virgil was at last before our eyes, and our ship, like that of ./Eneas, was pressing toward it under all sail, no longer protected by Poseidon, ancient god of the sea, but under the auspices of the Madonna, the modern Star of Sicilian sailors. We ran in rapidly, devouring with our eyes the THE SPERONARA 49 circular horizon that opened before us like a vast amphitheatre. By midday we were off Pelomm, the cape so named by Hannibal after his pilot. The African general, fleeing in Asia from the Romans who pursued him in Africa, when he reached this point where we now were, whence it is impossible to see the straits, believed he was treacherously cornered in a cove where his enemies could blockade and capture him. Hannibal was a man of rapid and extreme determinations. He looked at his hand ; the ring that held the poison that he always carried was on his finger. Sure of thus escaping the shame of slavery, he resolved that the pilot who had betrayed him should announce his coming to Pluto, and with- out granting him the two hours the man asked in which to justify his pilotage, he had him cast into the sea. Two hours later he perceived his error and named with the name of his victim the promontory which, stretching far towards the hither coast, had hidden from his eyes the straits of safety, a tardy expiation consecrated by historians, and kept in re- membrance to this day. And now, from one moment to another, all the features of the coast grew visible ; villages stood out in white relief upon the verdant shores ; to our left we began to see ancient Scvlla, that monster with the breast of a woman surrounded from the waist down by savage dogs, so dreaded by Greek sailors, which yEneas was entreated by Ilelenus to flee. I asked the captain if he could not check the rapidity of our course so as to give me time to recognize, map in hand, those towns and localities with sonorous and 4 50 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS poetic names. My demand chimed in with his de- sires. Our speronara, too proud and too coquettish to enter the harbour of Messina all buffeted as she was by the storm, needed herself to pause for a time while her broken antennae were adjusted and new sails were bent. So we lay-to for awhile that the sailors might do the work more easily. I took my book and made notes ; Jadin took his block and made sketches of the coast. Two or three rapid and busy hours were thus passed. Then, all having finished their work, we steered for Messina, and the little ves- sel flew through the sea with the rapidity of a bird seeking her nest. As we approached Messina I remembered the pilot's prophecy that two hours after the Ave Maria we should reach our destination. That reminded me that since our departure I had never seen any of our sailors performing openly the duties of religion which these children of the sea consider so sacred. More than that: a little cross of olive-wood inlaid with mother-of-pearl, like those that are made by the monks of the Holy Sepulchre, which pilgrims bring back from Jerusalem, had disappeared from our cabin, and I found it on the prow of the schooner, above a figure of the Madonna di Pie di Grotta, under whose invocation our little vessel was placed. After inquir- ing whether there was any particular reason for this change of place and being told there was none, I took the cross back to the cabin, and we have seen how the Madonna, grateful no doubt, protected us in the hour of danger. "Captain, 1 " I said, as Arena stood near me, "I THE SPERONARA 51 think on all Neapolitan, Genoese, and Sicilian ves- sels the sailors make common prayer at the hour of the Ave Maria ; is it not your custom on board the speronara ? " " It is, Eccellenza, it is," replied the captain eagerly, " and if I must tell the truth, it troubles us greatly not to do it.' 1 " What the devil hinders you ? " " Excuse me," said the captain, " but, as we often take Englishmen who are Protestants, Greeks who are schismatics, and Frenchmen who are nothing at all, we are afraid of wounding the belief or exciting the unbelief of our passengers by the sight of religious practices that are not their own. But if passengers authorize us to act in a Christian manner we are very grateful to them; so that if you will permit "Permit! why, I request it of you, captain; and if you wjsh to begin at once, it seems to me, as it is nearly eight o'clock The captain looked at his watch and, seeing that there was no time to spare, he said in a loud voice: " The Ave Maria." At those words every man came up through the hatchways and sprang upon deck. More than one had, doubtless, already begun mentally the angelic salutation, but each interrupted it to take his part in the general prayer. From one end of Italy to the other that prayer, offered at a solemn hour, closes the day and opens the night. That twilight moment, full of poesy everywhere, becomes at sea of infinite sanctity. The mysterious immensity of the air and the waves, the deepened sense of human weakness 52 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS compared to the omnipotent power of God, the com- ing darkness, during which danger, present always, will increase, all this predisposes the heart to relig- ious emotions and to that holy confidence that lifts the soul on the wings of faith. This evening espe- cially, the danger we had just escaped, recalled to us now and again by a swelling wave or a distant roar, inspired both the crew and ourselves to deep medita- tion. At the moment when we assembled thus upon the deck, night was beginning to close in from the eastward; the mountains of Calabria and the point of Cape Pelorum were losing their beautiful azure colour and melting into grayish tones that seemed to fall from the sky like a fine rain of ashes ; while to the west, a little to the right of the archipelago of Lipari, where isles of fantastic shape stood out in vigorous relief on a fiery hori/on, the sun, enlarged and barred with violet bands, was beginning to dip the edge of her disk in the Tyrrhenian Sea, making those sparkling and mobile waters into waves of mol- ten gold. At this moment the pilot stood up behind the cabin, bearing in his arms the captain's son ; he placed the child on his knees upon the roof and, aban- doning the tiller as if the little craft were protected by the prayer, he steadied the lx>y where he knelt that the roll of the sea might not cause him to lose his balance. This little separate group was relieved against a golden background, like some painting of Fra Angelica or Bcnox/o Gozzoli ; and the child, in a voice that scarcely reached us, though it rose to God, Ix'gan to recite the virginal prayer, to which the sailors listened on their knees and we with bowed heads. THE SPERONARA 53 Those are memories for which art is unskilful, and a pen insufficient; those are scenes that no narrative can convey, no picture reproduce, because their grandeur lies wholly in the inward feeling of those who take part in them. For the reader of travels, the amateur of sea-pictures, they will be no more than a child praying, men responding, a vessel floating; but to him who has been present at such a scene it will ever be one of the grandest spectacles he ever saw, one of the most precious memories he ever garnered that of weakness praying, immensity looking on, and God the Father listening. The prayer ended, each man returned to his work. We were Hearing the straits ; after facing Scylla we were now to confront Charybdis. Its beacon was lighted as the sun went down, and we saw, minute by minute, the other beacons of Solano, Scylla, and San Giovanni break out like stars. The wind, as mariners are wont to say, had followed the sun and was now as favourable as possible, so that by nine o'clock we were doubling the lighthouse and enter- ing the straits. Half an hour later, just as old Nun/io had predicted, we were safely past Charybdis and the little speronara was casting anchor before the village of Delia 1'aee. It was too late then to get pratique, and we could not land without fulfilling that formality. Fear of cholera had made the coast inspection very active; there was risk of nothing less than being hanged in case of infraction, so that, lying not fifty feet from their families, nearly all of whom lived at Delia Pace, our sailors were unable, after t\vo months' absence, 54 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS to even kiss their wives and children. Nevertheless, the sight of their native shore, our safe arrival in spite of the burrasca, the pleasure promised for the morrow chased off vexation and soon the na'ive hearts of those brave fellows opened wide to all the joyous emotions of their return. Hardly was our little ship at anchor and her sails clewed up before the captain, who had stopped her just opposite to his own house and as near as possible to the shore, gave a call of inquiry. Instantly a window opened ; a woman appeared ; two words alone were exchanged between sea and land : " Giuseppe ! " " Maria ! " Within five minutes the village was in a state of revolution. The rumour ran that the speronara had returned, and the mothers, the daughters, the wives, and the brides came flocking to the shore armed with torches. The crew were on deck ; each called, all answered ; questions, answers, requests flew across and across with such rapidity that I could not under- stand how any one was able to distinguish what belonged to him or her from what was meant for a neighbour. Yet all was disentangled with wonderful facilitv, each word found the heart to which it was addressed ; and as no mishap had saddened absence, the joy was universal and found expression in Pietro, who began, accompanied by Filippo's whistling, to dance the tarantella, while the girl he loved, ashore, following his example, began to frisk in answer. It was surely the most original thing in the world, this dance, performed partly on board, partly on shore, the people of the village joining in, and the whole crew, not to be left behind, dancing too, so that THE SPERONARA 55 (excepting Jadin and myself) the ballet became " A Veil, Pietro," I said, as he dropped exhausted on the deck, " here we are at last." " Si, signore, and at the very hour the old man said ; he was not mistaken by ten minutes." " And we are glad ? " " A trifle. We shall see the little wife." Ill MESSINA. TAORMINA LA BELLA ON the morrow we awoke with the dawn ; its first gleams showed us the queen of the straits, the second capital of Sicily, Messina the Noble, whose marvellous situation, with its seven gates, five squares, six fountains, twenty-eight palaces, four libraries, two theatres, harbour, and commerce, have made her, in spite of the plague of 174-2 and the terrible earthquake of 1783, one of the most flourishing and graceful cities in the world. Nevertheless, from the spot whence we first saw her, that is to say twenty- five or thirty feet from the shore, opposite to the village of Delia Pace, we had only n most imperfect idea of her ; but as soon as we weighed anchor and approached the city from the straits, Messina in all her majesty appeared to us. Few situations equal that of Messina, all-powerful gate of two seas through which there is no passing from one to the other without her royal good pleasure. Leaning against hill-slopes of marvellously varied shapes clothed with pomegranates, oleanders, and the prickly pear, she faces Calabria. Behind t!ie city rises the sun, and as he mounts the hori/.on ho colours the panorama he illumines with the most THE SPERONAHA 57 capricious tints. To the right of the city stretches the Ionian sea, to her left the Mediterranean. We cast anchor directly opposite to a fountain of magnificent rococo representing Neptune charming Scylla and Charybdis. In Sicily everything is still mythological ; Ovid and Theocritus are regarded as new men. No sooner was the anchor down and the sails furled than we received an invitation to go at once to the custom-house, that is to say, to the police-office. My foot was on the gangway prepar- ing to get into the boat when a lamentable cry arrested me; it was Cama the cook, whom I had completely lost sight of after his apparition in the midst of the storm ; he was now beginning to come out of his torpor like a marmot in the spring. The poor lad, although he had neither eaten nor drunk since the day of our departure, was terribly bloated : his eyes had swollen to the si/e of eggs, and his lips to that of sausages. But in spite of the deplorable state to which he was reduced, the stillness of the vessel was bringing him, little by little, to himself, so that he could stand, or nearly so, when the boat, was ready to take us ashore. Seeing that I was going without him he felt he was forgotten, and gathering all his strength he uttered the lamentable cry that made me look back. I had too much pity in my heart to abandon poor Cama in such distress, and I signed to the boatmen to take him. Arrived at the custom-house and about to appear before the Messinian authorities, another trial iv\aited the poor fellow. In his hurry to leave Naples and cook for an appreciator of Rolando he had forgotten 58 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS one thing to provide himself with a passport. I thought at first that this could easily be arranged, for when Guichard obtained from the French ambassador the passport under which I was travelling, knowing that I expected to take a servant with me, he had the passport made out for " Monsieur Guichard and servant ;"" then he took the paper to the Neapolitan authorities for their visa. There, as a measure of governmental safety, they asked the name of the said servant, and he gave the first that came into his head, so that the passport now read, " Monsieur Guichard and servant named Bajocco." I therefore proposed to Cama to become momentarily Bajocco, which seemed to me a name that was quite as respectable as his own. To my great astonishment he refused it with indignation ; never, he said, had he blushed to be called by his father's name, and nothing would induce him to affront his family by travelling under a fictitious patronymic, especially one so eccentric as Bajocco. I insisted ; he was firm. Unhappily, on touching terra firma his strength had come back to him, as it did to Antaeus, and with his strength his native obstinacy. We were still in the midst of the discussion when they came to tell me that we were 'wanted in the visa office. Not very sure of the validity of my own passport I had no desire to com- plicate my situation with that of Cama; so, sending him to all the devils, I went in alone. Contrary to my expectation, the scrutiny so far as I was concerned passed without hindrance; they merely observed that my passport gave no personal description of me, a precaution taken by Guichard, THE SPERONARA 59 whose bodily appearance agreed but little with mine. I replied to the official very courteously that he was quite at liberty to supply that deficiency, which he did at once. When this formality, which made my passport unimpeachable, was completed to the satis- faction of both parties, he gave permission in a loud voice, to Jadin and me, to go ashore. I should have liked to wait a moment for Cama and know how he got himself out of his scrape, but as every- thing, haste or delay, is suspicious in the eyes of the amiable government with which we now had to do, I contented myself with commending him to the cap- tarn before I jumped with Jadin into the boat that took us at last to the quay. We entered the town through the port gate and launched ourselves hap-haxard into the streets. Modern as the buildings are and inadequate the architects, nothing can take from the situation of Messina what it possesses of grandiose and dis- tinctive. Two things struck me among others in the town itself: first, a gigantic stairway leading from one street to another, which seemed to me like a fragment of the ancient Babel ; secondly, the strange appearance given to all the houses by iron balconies of uniform rounded shape, filled with climbing plants that hide the bars and drape the walls in long fes- toons that sway as the breexe floats them. Pardon me, I am forgetting a third : at the door of a guard- house I saw a corporal of gendarmerie making a dress of rose-coloured tulle with flounces. I stopped a mo- ment before him, and so ama/ed was I by the skill with which he used the needle that I made inquiries GO JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS about the gallant soldier. I was told that in Messina the trade of dressmaking was, as a general thing, carried on by men ; my hero was a pluralist, gen- darme and women's tailor in one. In Messina there is neither royal park nor public garden ; so that every one goes in the evening to the quay of the Palazzata, commonly called the Marina, to breathe the sea-air. The port is therefore the rendezvous of the Messinian aristocracy, who drive or ride on horseback up and down from one gate to the other, a distance of about three-quarters of a mile. Perhaps if one could cross the Mediterranean at a bound and spring from the Boulevard des Italiens to the Marina of Messina one might see some marked difference in the personages who people the two promenades; but coming from Naples the transition is too slight to be felt. The only thing that gives the Marina a special air is the presence of charming abbes, gallant, coquettish, elegantly dressed, wearing gold chains like knights, and mounted on magnificent asses from Pantellaria, with genealogies like those of racers, and trappings that vied in elegance with those of the finest horses. Reaching the hotel, we found our captain awaiting us. I asked him for news of Cama ; the poor devil was in prison and clamouring for me. Unluckily, it was too late to do anything that night ; the Nea- politan authorities being of all known authorities the ones it is most imprudent to disturb out of the hours that they deign to employ on the vexing of travel- lers. We were forced, therefore, to postpone the matter till the morrow. Besides which, I had at THE SPERONARA 61 the moment a more serious anxiety. Jadin, who had felt unwell all day and had left me in the middle of my ramblings through the town to find the hotel, was now really ill. I sent for the landlord and asked him for the address of the best doctor in Messina, and the captain hurried off to find him. A quarter of an hour later, Arena returned with a worthy doctor of a sort I supposed existed no longer except in the comedies of Dorat and Mari- vaux, in a wig of corkscrew curls and carrying a gold-headed cane. ^Esculapius at once perceived the symptoms of a cerebral fever in due form, and ordered a bleeding. I sent for linen and a basin, and seeing that he rose to withdraw, I asked him to perform the operation himself; but he answered, with an air of great majesty, that he was a physician, not a barber, and that I must send for a bleeder to carry out his prescription. Happy land, where there still are Figaros off the stage ! I was not long in finding what I wanted. In addition to the two shaving-dishes hung outside their doors and the connilio mtimujue intended for the guidance of Count Almaviva, the Messinese fra- ternity had a special sign of their own, representing a man bleeding from all four limbs, the blood gush- ing symmetrically into a huge basin, the man himself fainting into a chair behind him. This prospectus was not attractive; and if Jadin himself had been in search of the honourable skilled workman his con- dition needed, I doubt whether he would have given preference to this one ; but as I was resolved to let him be bled from one limb onlv, I believed he would 62 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS escape with one quarter of the syncope. All went well ; the bleeding did good, although Jadin during the night began to wander and by morning was delirious. The doctor returned at the hour agreed upon ; said the patient was doing well, ordered a second bleeding and an application of iced towels to the head. The day passed without my seeing clearly which of the two, patient or fever, would win the fight. I was horribly anxious. Besides my real affection for Jadin, I should have to reproach myself, if harm happened to him, for having enticed him into this journey. I awaited the morrow with great impatience. The doctor had ordered that the patient be ex- posed to all the winds that blew ; doors and windows were to be opened and I was to keep him as much as possible in currents of air. Strange as this prescrip- tion seemed, I olreyed it day and night religiously. But to my great astonishment the darkness, instead of bringing a gentle breeze, soft breathing of the night, cooler near the .sea than it is elsewhere, blew in upon us a parching, burning wind that seemed like the vapour of an oven. I counted on the morrow ; the morrow brought no change in the state of the atmosphere. The night had cruelly tired my poor patient; but the cerebral excitement seemed to me to have les- sened somewhat and given place to increasing weak- ness. I rang for more lemonade, the only drink the doctor ordered ; no one answered. I rang a second, then a third time; at last, seeing that the mountain would not come to me, I resolved to go to the moun- THE SPERONARA 63 tain. I went through all the corridors and the apartments without finding a person to speak to. The master and mistress of the house had not left their chamber, although it was nine o'clock in the morning. Not a servant was at his post. It was wholly incomprehensible. I went down to the porter and found him lying on a tattered old divan, the principal ornament of his lodge, and asked him why the house was deserted. " Ah, signore ! " he said, " don't you feel it is sirocco ? " " But suppose it is sirocco," I said, " that is no reason why no one should come when I ring." " Oh, signore ! when it is sirocco no one does anything. 1 " " What ! no one docs anything ? Who waits upon the travellers?" " Ah ! those days they wait upon themselves." "That's another thing. Pardon me for disturb- ing you, my worthy man." The porter heaved a sigh that told me it needed great Christian charity to grant the pardon I asked. Then I went in search of the necessary articles for the making of lemonade ; I found lemons, water, and sugar as a sporting dog finds game. No one guided me or hindered me in my quest. The house seemed literally abandoned, and I reflected that a band of robbers who could rise superior to sirocco might do an excellent business in Messina The hour for the doctor's visit arrived, and the doctor came not. I presumed that he, too, had sirocco, but as Judin's condition was far from being 64 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS visibly reassuring I resolved to go and rouse my vEsculapius in his home and bring him, willv nillv, to his patient. I remembered the address given to the captain ; and taking my hat I set forth bravely. In passing along the corridor, I noticed a thermome- ter; it marked 30 degrees [Reaumur] in the shade. Messina wore the appearance of a dead city ; not an inhabitant moved in the streets, not a head ap- peared at the windows. Her beggars (and whoso has not seen a Sicilian beggar knows nothing of poverty), her beggars themselves were lying in the street corners, panting, without strength to raise their hand, without voice to a.sk for alms. Pompeii, which I visited three months later, was not more silent, more solitary, more lifeless. I reached the doctor's house. I rang; I knocked ; no one answered. I applied my hand to the door ; it was ajar. I entered, and began my search for the doctor. I passed through several rooms ; women were lying on the sofas, children lay extended on the floor. No one raised a head to look at me. At last I came to a room with its door half open. I entered and saw my man at full length upon his bed. I went to him, took his hand, felt his pulse. "Ah!* 1 he said, sadly, turning his head with dif- ficulty towards me : " You here what do you want ? ** " Pardieu ! what do I want ? I want you to come and see my friend, who seems to me no better." " Go and see your friend ! "" replied the doctor, with a gesture of horror, " but that is impossible." 1 THE SPERONARA 63 " Impossible ! " He made a desperate movement, took his cane in his left hand, and slid it through his right hand from the golden knob at one end to the pointed ferrule at the other. " See," he said, " my cane sweats." And drops of water did actually fall from it, so terrible is the action of this wind, even on inanimate things. " Well ! what does that prove ? " I asked. "It proves that in weather like this there are no longer doctors, nothing but patients." I saw that I could never induce him to come to the hotel ; and that if I asked too much I should get nothing. I therefore reduced myself to a report of the case ; I explained the changes in the patient's condition, and told how the fever had departed, giving place to exhaustion. As I went on explain- ing the symptoms the doctor merely said now and then: " He is doing well he is doing well he is doing very well lemonade a great deal of lem- onade lemonade as much as he likes I will answer for him." Then, exhausted bv this effort, yKsculapius made me a sign that it was useless to torment him any longer, and turned his nose to the wall. " Well ?" said Jadin, when I returned, u isn't the doctor coming ? " " My dear fellow, he declares that he is more ill than you, and that you had better go and take care of hint." " What is the matter with him, the plague ? " " Worse than that sirocco." 3 66 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS After all, the doctor was right ; I saw myself that the patient was visibly better. As the thing had been prescribed, he spent his whole day in drinking lemonade ; and by night even his headache had dis- appeared. The next day, except for weakness, he was almost well. I left him to settle his account with the doctor, and started on foot to make a little excursion to the village of Delia Pace, the home of our sailors, which stands about four miles north of Palermo. I found the road to the village charming ; it skirts on one side the mountain, on the other the sea. It wasyhvta. The relics of Saint Nicholas were to be carried in procession, I don't know why or wherefore, but procession there was to be, to the great joy of the populations. As I passed before the church of the Jesuits, which stands about a mile from Delia Pace, I entered it. Mass was being said. I ap- proached the chapel and there I saw all our sailors on their knees, the captain at their head. It was a mass promised during the storm, and they were keeping their promise with a punctuality that would have been very meritorious in dwellers ashore. I waited in a corner until divine service was over : then, when the priest had said the Ite, mixsa exl, I came out from behind a column and greeted our men. There was no mistaking the way in which they received me: each face passed suddenly from an expression of pious meditation to one of joy ; my two hands were instantly seized and kissed and re- kissed, whether I would or no. Then I was presented to their wives and daughters, more especially to the THE SPERONARA 67 wife of the captain. They were more or less pretty, hut nearly all of them had hemitiful eyes, those Sicilian eyes, black and velvety, such as I have seen nowhere except at Aries and in Sicily, where they have in all probability both for Aries and for Sicily a common origin : Arabia. I arrived at the right moment: the captain was just about to start for Messina to fetch me. He wanted me to come to La Pace and see the fete. We went to his home; he lived in a pretty little house, full of comfort and cleanliness. I noticed, after a while, that he was holding high conference with his wife, and I guessed that its topic related to me. It was, in fact, nothing less than to ask me to break- fast ; but neither the one nor the other ventured to say the word. I relieved their embarrassment by inviting myself. Instantly there was revolution. Master Peppino was sent to bring the pilot, Giovanni, and Pietro. The pilot was to breakfast with us ; it was I who requested this; Giovanni was to cook, and Pietro to wait. Maria ran to the garden for fruit; the captain descended to the village to buy fish ; and I was left sole master and guardian of the house. As I presumed that all these prepara- tions would take, at the least, half an hour or three quarters, and that my presence would only embarrass these worthy people, I resolved to put the time to use by making a little excursion above the village. The captain's house backed on the mountain and a little path led from the back door directly upon it. I took this path, and began to climb the acclivity through cacti, pomegranates, and oleanders. 68 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS In proportion as I went up, the landscape, when I ga/ed back, with Messina to right and Pelorum to left, broadened before me ; while to the eastward lav, like a curtain all mottled with villages, plains, forests, and foothills, that long chain of the Apennines, which rises behind Nice, traverses all Italy, and sinks away at Reggio. Little by little I overlooked Messina, then the Promontory, until at last, beyond the citv, I beheld, like a vast sheet of silver lying in the sun- shine, the Ionian Sea, and bevond Pelorum, rolling out like a vast blue moire ribbon, the tideless Med- iterranean. At my feet .were the Straits, which I now could see from end to end, their current' as vis- ible as a river, and showing to the eye the whirlpools of Charvbdis, so dreaded by the ancients, which Ho- mer, in the Odyssey, places opposite to Scylla, though they are in point of fact at a distance of thirteen miles. I seated myself in the shade of a glorious chest- nut tree with the singular sensations of a man who finds himself at last in a land he has long desired to roam and doubts if he is really there ; he asks himself whether the capes, the villages, the mountains which he has before his eyes are truly those of which he has read so much ; can it be that to them belong those poetic, sonorous, harmonious names to which in his childhood he was rocked by Greek and Latin those two nurses of the mind, if not of the soul ? Yes, it was really I, and I was in Sicily ; I was see- ing the same places that Ulysses and /Eneas saw, and Homer and Virgil sang. That picturesque little vil- lage over there near to a high rock and crowned by THE SPERONARA 69 a fortress is the Scylla that so terrified Anchises. This sea, boiling at my feet, which so many centuries have not quite calmed, is the veil that hid the im- placable Chary bdis. It was here that Frederick the Second, grandson of Barbarossa, flung the golden cup which Colas il Pesce, the hero of Schiller's ballad, plunged three times vainly into the vortex to recover. And behind me I was leaning, as it were, against /Etna, the fabulous and gigantic /Etna, which touches heaven with her head, flings stones of fire to the stars, and makes Trinacria tremble when the giant buried in her bosom tunis on his side. Only, /Etna, like Charybdis, is now very quiet, a slender vapour alone shows that the sleeping giant breathes, and gives warning in time that he is not dead. I had reached this point in my reverie when I saw the captain at the window of his cottage making signs to me that all was ready ; and I went down rapidly. My good captain had spent himself on hospitality, and Giovanni had done marvels. Es- pecially was there a dish of fish which seemed to me a masterpiece. I asked the name of his finny excel- lence ; I knew it not, and it seemed to me worthy of public knowledge. I was told I had to do with a pesce spado. I then remembered having read in my youth very interesting accounts of how the swordfish, using the terrible weapon with which Nature has armed the end of its nose, will attack a whale ; leap- ing into the air and letting itself fall head foremost and so transfixing the cetacean with its sword, which is usually four or five feet long. Hut there the infor- mation of the naturalist ceased. I had been satisfied 70 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS to value the swordfish solely for its aptitude in fenc- ing, but I now saw that M. de Buffon had done him injustice. He possesses, as fish, qualities hitherto unknown, but not less estimable than those his his- torian seeks to palliate, and he deserves to obtain in the " Cuisiniere bourgeoise " a necrological article as important as the biographical article he now pos- sesses in Natural History. The dessert was not less remarkable than the break- fast. It was composed of pomegranates, magnificent oranges, and a fruit as little known to me as the fish about which I had just gathered such precious infor- mation. It is called the Jigue (Tlnde [the prickly pear], that perpetual manna which Sicily offers so freely to the gluttony of the rich and the poverty of the poor. As soon as one leaves the gates of a city, masses of these enormous cacti, laden with their fruit, rise up on all sides. The Indian fig is about the size of a hen's egg, wrapped in a green pulp, and protected by little bunches of prickles, a wound from which will cause a long and painful sore. Conse- quently, a certain amount of study is required to disembowel the fruit without accident. That opera- tion over, there issues from the gash a globe of yel- lowish flesh, sweet, cool and melting ; we began, at first, by tasting it with a certain reserve, but by the end of a week we had made it a nccessitv. The Sicilians adore this fruit, which is to them what the watermelon is to the Neapolitans, with this difference, that the watermelon needs a certain culture and can- not be had gratuitously ; whereas the Indian fig grows everywhere, in the sand, in gardens, in marshes, among THE SPERONARA 71 rocks, and even in the clefts of the walls, and costs nothing except the trouble of gathering it. Breakfast over the captain proposed to me to go and see the fc.ftu of the relics of Saint Nicholas. It can well be imagined that I did not refuse the pro- posal. We started by goin& up the road that led to the lighthouse, but presently we turned oft' upon rolling land that hid the sea from sight, and came, after awhile, to the shore of a little, isolated blue, clear lake, brilliant as a mirror, surrounded on the left by a row of houses, on the right by a line of hills which prevent the pretty cup from emptying itself into the straits. This is the lake of Pantana. Its banks now presented the sight of a fete cham- pttre reduced to its most naive simplicity, with games impossible to win, little stalls laden down with fruit, and the tarantella. It was there that I was able for the first time to examine that dance in all its details. It is a marvel- lous dance, and the most adaptable that I know of, provided there is a musician, or that the dancers can sing or whistle the air themselves. It is danced alone, or in twos, fours, eights, and so on indefinitely, if desired ; man with man, woman with woman, those who know each other and those who do not ; external circumstances have nothing to do with it, nothing disturbs the dancers. When one of the spectators desires to join he leaves the circle surrounding the space reserved for the dance, jumps alternately first on one foot then on the other until some other jjerson detaches himself or herself from the dance and jumps in like manner in front of him. If this partner delays 72 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS and the monotony of his jump wearies the actor, he approaches some couple who have danced for some time, nudges the elbow of the man or the woman who has danced the longest, sends that person to rest and takes the vacant place, gallantry not causing him to make any selection as to sex. It must be said that the Sicilians fully appreciate the advan- tages of this independent jig; the tarantella is an absolute malady among them. I had hardly arrived at the shores of the lake with the captain, his wife, Nunxio, Giovanni, Pictro, and Peppino, before I found myself absolutely alone, and free to make all the reflections I wanted to make. The whole party were dancing in rivalry with one another, and there was not one of them, down to the captain's son, who was not jigging away in front of a species of giant who showed no other difference from the Cyclops, from whom he seemed to descend in a straight line, than that of possessing a pair of eyes, which, as we know, the other did not. As for the music that set the population a -jigging, it was not, as with us, stationary at a certain point, but disseminated around the shores of the lake , this perambulating orchestra consisted generally of two musicians, one played the flute, the other a species of mandolin. The two instruments united created a melody which with us has the exclusive privilege of making bears and puppies dance. I counted sixty-six of these musicians, and they all, more or less, had as much as they could do. At the height of the feuta the shrine of Saint Nicholas was brought out of the church where it was THE SPERONARA 73 kept. Instantly the dances ceased ; every one ran to take his or her place in the escort, and the procession began to make the tour of the lake, accompanied by the ceaseless explosion of quantities of little pop- guns. This new exercise lasted about an hour and a half; then the shrine re-entered the church with the priests, and the crowd scattered itself again around the lake. As it was late and I had seen as much of the fete as I wished to see, I took leave of the cap- tain, who made a sign to Pietro and Giovanni. Instantly abandoning their partners in the dance without saying a word to excuse themselves, the good fellows flew to take me round by sea in the boat of the speronara in order to spare me the six miles 1 walk to Messina. I tried to refuse, but it was quite impos- sible ; Giovanni made so many entreaties and Pietro so many capers, and both set so high a value on the honour of taking back His Excellency, that His Excellency, who in the depths of his heart was glad enough to lie in a good boat instead of plodding back on legs that were tired with carrying him in a heat of 'i.5 degrees Rcamur from eight in the morn- ing till five at night, ended by accepting, promising himself, it is true, to make up to the friendly pair for the pleasure they lost. So we all three \\'cnt down chattering to Delia Pace ; they hat in hand, and I vainly endeavouring the whole way to make them put their hats on their heads. Reaching the captain's door, they untied the boat, into which I jumped, and the tide serving, we began, without great fatigue to the honest fellows, the row to Messina. 74 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS I found Jadin as well as I could reasonably expect; he had sent away the doctor, giving him three piastres and calling him an old scamp. As the latter did not speak French and could understand only that part of the harangue that was made visible, he took leave of Jadin by kissing his hands. I now ordered horses to l)e put to a species of vehicle which the landlord had the audacity to palm off upon me as a caleche, and we started to take a turn on the Marina. In southern climates there is a period of the twenty-four hours that is truly delicious ; it is from six o'clock in the evening till two in the morning. One really lives during those hours only ; contrary to the customs of our northern cli- mate, it is at night that Italians are awake. The doors and windows of the houses are opened, the streets grow lively, the squares are filled with people. A cool breeze drives away the leaden atmosphere that lias weighed all day on Ixxly and mind. Heads are raised, women resume their smiles, flowers give out their perfume, mountains take on their violet tints, the sea casts up its briny odour, and life, that seemed well-nigh extinct, revives, and flows through the veins with a strange increase of sensuous joy. We remained two hours doing corno on the Marina ; then we passed another hour at the theatre listening to " Norma. r> That reminded me of my dear and good Bellini, who gave me letters for Naples on my departure from France, and made me promise that if I went to Catania, his native place, I would go and see his old father and carry news of him. I was (juite resolved to keep my promise religiously, THE SPERONARA 75 little dreaming that the news I should give the old man would l)e the last he would ever receive of his son. The next morning at a quarter to eleven the cap- tain arrived with his accustomed punctuality ; Jadin took charge of settling with the landlord and of provisioning the vessel, by the help of Giovanni and Pietro, with fruits and wine ; and I went off with the captain to pav my visit to the head of the Messinese police. We found him, contrary to cus- tom, an amiable man of good society. He was intimate with the doctor who had treated Jadin, and had spoken of us very favourably. I related to him the story of Cama, how he had forgotten his pass- port in his haste to follow a worthy appreciator of Rolando, and how his refusal to change his name, which was really a proof of the integrity of his soul, had led to his arrest. The head of the police asked the captain if he would give him his word of honour that Cama should stay on board the speronura and not land anywhere during the rest of the voyage. I permitted myself to observe to the great authority that I had brought a cook to cook, and not as an object of luxury. I added that as he was sea-sick from the moment he set foot on the vessel he was perfectly useless to me aboard, and I had therefore counted on his services ashore by way of compensa- tion. But in vain did I argue in my best manner ; the sentence was pronounced and the judge would not rescind it. It is true that he offered me an alternative, namely : to leave Cama in prison during the journey and bike him out on my return, when 76 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS he would give me a certificate, which, by stating that my cook had remained in Messina for a cause inde- pendent of my will and could only be attributed to the cook\s own fault, would release me from the obligation of paying his wages. But I had pity on poor Cama. The captain pledged his word, and the chief of police gave in exchange the order for the release of the prisoner. I left the captain to take him out of prison, and, requesting him to be opposite to the Marina at three o'clock punctually, I returned to the hotel. There I found Jadin in high discussion with the inn- keeper, who insisted on charging him for breakfasts lie had never eaten, under pretext that our rooms were each two piastres a day including meals, eaten or not eaten ; consequently he presented an additional reck- oning of eighteen francs for lemonade, barley- water, etc. After a firm threat on our part to complain to the authorities of such robbery, it was agreed that all that Jadin had swallowed, no matter of what nature the absorption might be, should be reckoned as food. So the matter ended in his lemonade and slops being considered in lieu of cutlets and beefsteak; on which the landlord let us oft', and begged us to recommend htm to our friends. At three o'clock Pietro and Giovanni, who had constituted themselves our servants, came to fetch our trunks. The wind was fair and the speronani was awaiting us to set sail at once. The first person I saw on Ixwrd was Cama. Prison had done him a world of good; his eyes and lips were their natural si/e, so that he now looked more like a human being. THE SPERONARA 77 Moreover, his incarceration had made him trac- table, and he was ready now to take any name I chose to give him. Unfortunately, this patronymical abnegation came too late. But with his health Cama laid claim to his culi- nary rights. He had dressed himself in his very best clothes to awe whosoever might attempt to usurp his functions. He wore a blue linen cap, blue jacket, nankeen trousers, a kitchen apron coquet- tishly caught up at one corner, and he rested his left hand proudly on the handle of a knife passed through his Jbelt. Giovanni had neither linen cap, nor blue jacket, nor nankeen trousers, nor a festooned apron, nor a kitchen knife stuck coquettishly into his belt; but he had antecedents, respectable ante- cedents, and among them was the breakfast he had cooked for me the day before at the captain's house. Neither did he seem at all disposed to make the slightest concession. He had, moreover, a powerful auxiliary, in the person of Milord, who until now had recognized him as the rightful distributor of bones and scraps, and was fully prepared to support those rights. I saw that the matter was gradually becoming unpleasant, so, not wishing to vex either of these good fellows, I called up the captain, told him that we would not dine for a couple of hours, and, as the wind was fair, I begged him to sail at once. Immediately all the men were called to work the ship, Giovanni among them. As for C'ama, he descended triumphantly to the culinary regions. A quarter of an hour later, Giovanni, descending in his turn, found his rival lying at full length among 78 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS his pots and pans. That which I foresaw had hap- pened. Sea-sickness had produced its effect. Caina claimed no more than a mattress and permission to be on deck. The fussiness of the chief of police had provided him with a very easy voyage. Giovanni triumphed without ostentation. Dinner was ready at the hour I had named and proved to be excellent. The captain shared it, and it was agreed, once for all, that he should do so daily. At dessert I noticed that Master Peppino did not appear, and I a^ked for him. I was then told that his mother had kept him at home. Gaetano also, seized with a sort of ophthalmia, had remained ashore. During dinner the captain told us about the storm. Not without good reason had his wife been terrified for son and husband; six vessels had been lost during the eighteen hours the tempest lasted. Until night we kept to the middle of the Sf raits, at about equal distance from the coast of Sicily and the coast of Calabria. On both sides luxurious vege- tation seemed to bathe its very roots in the sea. We passed thus before Contessi, Reggio, Pistorera, Sanf Agata, until, through the twilight mists we saw the lovely village of La Scaletta. Then night fell, one of those delicious, limpid, fragrant nights, o'f which a man has no conception if he has never left the North. We dragged our mattresses to the deck, threw ourselves upon them and were soon asleep, rocked by the motion of the waves and the song of our mariners. When we opened our eves it was four in the morning and we were lying at anchor off Giardini, the port of the ancient Tauromenium, THE SPERONARA 79 where Heracles, holding the horn of his strongest ox, Landed from Rhegium and stabled his herd, in the days of old. The aspect of Taormina threw us into ecstasy. To our left, adorning the horixon, rose yEtna, that pillar of heaven, as Pindar calls it, defining its violet masses in a ruddy atmosphere permeated with the rays of the rising sun. Nearer to us, crouching at the feet of the giant, were two tawny foothills look- ing as though they were covered by some huge lion's skin ; while before us, in the curve of the little bay, were a few poor fishing-houses at the edge of the sea that was now like a mirror of burnished steel. Above its port, rose, to the right, the ancient Naxian town of Tauromenium. The town itself is commanded by a mountain, Monte Yen ere, and by a peak on the apex of which stands the Saracenic village of Mola, which can be reached only by a stone ladder-way. When we had well considered this scene, so mag- nificent, so splendid that Jadin never once thought of sketching it, we turned towards the east. The sun had risen majestically and was kindling the summits of the Calabrian mountains, while their western slopes still lay in semi-tones and tints in which we could distinguish valleys and ravines by their darker shades, and villages and towns by their whiteness. As the sun rose higher in the heavens all changed colour, houses and mountains; the burnished sea grew dazzling, and when again we turned, that first scene, too, had lost its weird, fantastic tints: .Etna had returned to her puissant and majestic reality. 80 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS We landed, and after a rapid climb of half nn hour by a narrow, stony path, we reached the walls cf the town, built of black lava, yellow stone, and reddish brick. Though the first asj>ect of the town looks Moorish, the pointed arch of the gate is Nor- man. We entered and found ourselves in a narrow, dirty street, leading to a square, in the centre of which was a fountain surmounted by a singular statue the head and shoulders of an angel of the 14th century grafted upon the body of an antique bull. The angel is of white marble, the bull of red granite. The angel holds in her left hand a globe to which is affixed a cross, in the other hand a sceptre. A church, standing opposite, has two re- markable decorations ; first, the six marble columns that support it; and next, two Gothic lions, couchant at the foot of the baptismal font, and bearing the arms of the town, namely, a female centaur. This last sculpture seems to explain the one in the square. The Greek theatre is the point to which the feet of travellers tend along the sunny street. It was hewn in the rock, semicircular in shape, of a size to hold twenty-five thousand persons. It is now a ruin, a ruin peopled with memories; but the traveller who comes to visit it is wont, when there, to look more at the vast panorama unrolling before him than at the crumbling cunei, or at the well-preserved stage, disfigured on one side by Roman brick. There, to the right, is vEtna, developed in all the immensity of her base, which is well-nigh two hun- dred miles in circumference, and in the majesty of her height, which is 10,600 feet; 2000 less than" Mt. THE SPERONARA 81 Blanc, 6000 more than Vesuvius. To the left, the chain of the Apennines trends down behind Rcggio, and, like a kneeling bull, protrudes its head and presents its horns to the sea, which breaks and foams against the Cape Dell 1 Anni. On the horixon, heaven and earth are blending, and far away stretches the shore to the right, all strewn with sites and cities that bear the names of Naxos, Aci-Reale, home of Acis and Galatea, the Cy elope isles, Catania, the Laestrygonian fields, that granary of Sicily, Me- gara Ilyblam, home of bees and honey, and lastlv, before the coast turns southward to Cape Passero, Siracusa, more Greek in living memories than Greece itself. Nature's instruction for an artist can no farther go than at Taormina; yet he knows not whether what he feels is exquisite pleasure or unspeakable pain. That which he sees, he can never represent by his art; true, it permeates his soul and thence his art, although no pen, or brush, or voice can portray it. There are two brief moments at Taormina that will never be forgotten by one who has known them : at evening, when the sun is setting behind .'Etna, and the shadow of the great mountain is cast upon the Calabrian hills, the forests and uplands glowing with purples melting into blues and violets into crimsons, on which the slow-rising column from the crater is defined as clearly as it is upon the sky behind it. Seen from the upper prax-inctio of the temple, with one's feet among the acanthus and iris and cyclamen and the rosy Sicilian thrift, there is no wealth of rich colour to compare with it. 6 82 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS And again : before dawn, watch the calm, white bosom of the mountain, with its tracery of blue veins, until the sun, rising from the waters of the Ionian sea, touches the cone of the crater for one brief instant with a rosy glow and makes you think it is the nipple of the breast of the world. These magnificent sights blunted, I must confess, our curiosity for other things. Still, as a matter of conscience, I visited the Naumachia, the piscines, the baths, the temple of Apollo, and the remarkable Ro- man aqueduct still flowing brightly along its mossy way. But early the next morning we were glad to quit the squalid den they called an inn, and descend- ing the precipitous path, half slipping, half rolling, and beckoning to the captain, whom we saw on deck, to send a boat, we were soon on board. Decidedly, Giovanni was a great man. He knew that after an excursion into those regions we could not fail to be hungry. In consequence, he set to work, and soon our breakfast was ready for us. Travellers who journey in Sicily ! in heaven's name bike a speronara. With a speronara, above all with that, if possible, of my friend Captain Arena, you can cat (if you are not actually sea-sick) ; in the inns you can never eat. And let this be taken literally: in Sicily there is nothing to eat but what you carry with you; it is not the publicans who feed the tra\- eller, but the traveller who feeds the publicans. 1 1 This is not so now. There is a charming little inn at Taor- uiin.'i, close to the Greek theatre (unless modern improvements have spoilt it) where good food, plenty of fruit, and cleanliness will help to make a stay of weeks unspeakably delightful. TR. IV CATANIA. SAN NICOLA IL VECCHIO WHILE the captain was ashore getting his permit to sail we made an excellent break- fast. By midday he returned and at once we weighed anchor. A pretty wind enabled us to make six miles an hour, so that by three o'clock, or thereabouts, we were ofF the heights of Aci-Ileale, where I had told the captain I wished to land. Consequently, he steered for a species of little creek, whence a zigzag path led up to the town, which looks down upon the sea from a height of some three or four hundred feet. This meant a new permit to get, and the delay of an hour to endure ; after which we were authorized to enter the town. Jadin followed me with confi- dence, not knowing what I was going to do there. Aci appeared to be a rather fine and symmetrically built place. Its walls gave it a formidable little air, of which it seemed to be proud. But I had not come to see walls and houses ; I was in search of something better; I was seeking the son of Poseidon and Thusa. As I felt sure lie would not come to meet me, I determined to address a gentleman who was walking on the opposite side of the street. I went towards him, and seeing that I was a foreigner he stopped, thinking that I wanted information. 84 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Monsieur,"" I said, " may I without indiscretion ask you the way to the grotto of Polyphemus ? " "The way to the grotto of Polyphemus? Ho! ho ! " said the gentleman, looking at me, " the way to the grotto of Polyphemus ? " " Yes, monsieur."" " You are mistaken, monsieur, by nearly a mile. It is beyond here, going towards Catania. You will recognize its port by four rocks which advance into the sea and which Virgil calls cyclopea saxa, and Pliny calls scojndi cyclopum. You must land in the port of Ulysses ; then if you advance in a straight line, turning your back to the sea, you will h'nd, between the village of Aci-San-Filippo and that of Nizetti, the grotto of Polyphemus." The gentleman bowed to me and continued his way. "Well! there's a man who seems to possess his cyclops pretty well," said Jadin ; ** his directions are clear." " Therefore, unless you have something particular to do here, we will return on board, if you like." " Learn, my dear fellow," said Jadin, " that I never have anything to do in 40 degrees of heat, that I have come solely to follow you, and that, henceforth, when you are not more certain of your friends' ad- dress I will thank you to leave me on board, me and Milord. Is n't that so, Milord ? " Milord lolled out a tongue half a foot long and red as fire, a grimace, joined to the active manner in which he began to pant, that showed me he was precisely of his master's opinion. THE SPERONARA 85 We returned to the shore and re-embarked. At the end of half an hour I saw, l>eyond a doubt, the four cyclopean rocks, the spot indicated. I asked the captain if the little roadstead that I saw \vas really the Porto Ulissi. He answered yes. We therefore cast anchor precisely where ./Eneas did the same thing. Such is the power of genius that after the lapse of three thousand years, this port hits pre- served the name given to it by Homer, and here, to the peasants, the history of Ulysses and his com- panions, perpetuated as a tradition, not only across the centuries, but also across the many successive rulers of Sicily Siccans, Spaniards, Carthagenians, Romans, Greek emperors, Goths, Saracens, Nor- mans, Angevins, Aragoncse, Austrians, Bourbons of France, and Dues de Savoie seems as living as the most national traditions of the middle ages are to us. Thus the first child from whom I asked my way to the grotto of Polyphemus ran l)efore me instantly to show it. As for Jadin, instead of following me, lie threw himself gallantly into the sea, on a pretext of looking for Galatea. Yes, it can all be found ; with proportions less gigantic, perhaps, than in the poesy of Homer, Virgil and Ovid, but the grotto of Polyphemus and of Galatea is still there after thirty centuries ; the rock that crushed Acis is there, covered and protected by a Norman fortress that took his name. Acis was changed, it is true, into a river called to-day the Aqua-grande, for which I searched in vain ; they showed me his Ixnl, which came to the same thing. I supposed he had gone to sleep else- 86 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS where ; with the thermometer at 50 degrees of heat one ought not to be too severe on the morality of rivers. I looked also for the forest from which ^Eneas saw the unfortunate Aehemenides, forgotten by Ulvsses, emerging, whom he welcomed himself, although a Greek ; but the forest has disappeared, or nearly so. Night was beginning to fall ; the sun that I had seen rising from the Ionian sea was disappearing, little by little, behind yEtna. A gun fired on board the sper- onara was evidently intended to remind me that after a certain hour I could not embark. As I did not care to sleep in a grotto, even that of Galatea for I was too little like her handsome shepherd to deceive her I made my way back to the speronara. I found Jadin furious. The dinner was spoilt ; and he assured me that if I continued to keep such bad company as cyclops, nereids and swains lie would leave me and go his own wav. The next morning our awakening was far from picturesque ; the beauties of Taormina were left behind; I fancied I was before a church draped for a funeral. We were in the harbour of Catania, Catania stands like an island between two rivers of black lava. The most ancient of these, that on her right, came down in 1381 ; the other, which presses on her left, is of 1669. Checked bv the sea, which at first it drove back two-thirds of a mile, the lava ended by chilling and stiffening into a monstrous cliff full of fantastic and gloomy excavations, like so many gates of hell, which are peopled, in whimsical constrast by white doves and swallows. As for the THE SPERONARA 87 port, its bottom is half-filled with the coal-black lava, so that none but small vessels can enter it. While the captain had gone for pratique we jumped into a boat, gun in hand, and made an excursion among these caves, which resulted in the death of several pigeons destined to serve as a roast at dinner. The captain returned with permission to land, by which we profited instantly, for I was resolved to employ the next day and the dav after in climbing /Etna, which, in the opinion of the people of the region themselves, is no light matter. Ten minutes later we were at the Corona d 1 Oro, kept by Signer Abbate, whom I name out of gratitude ; because, against all precedents, we found something to eat in his hostelry. Catania was founded, so says Thucydides, by the Chalcidians in 729, five years after Naxos ; accord- ing to other authors, by the Phoenicians, at a period when the eruptions of /Etna were not only rare but still unknown, for Homer, in speaking of the moun- tain, makes no mention of its being a volcano. It was here that the Athenians landed when they dreamed of conquering that Sicily which became their tomb. Alcibiades commanded them ; his reputation for beauty, gallantry, and eloquence preceding him. He arrived before Catania and asked to be allowed to enter the city alone and speak with the Catanesc ; if the Catanese had been men only his request might perhaps have been refused, but the women of Catania insisted on receiving him ; Alcibiades was conducted to the circus, and all the city went with him. There the pupil of Socrates made one of his Ionian ha- 88 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS rangucs,so gentle, so flattering, so eloquent, so terrible, so specious, so threatening. Even the guards at the gates abandoned their posts and came to listen to him. This was foreseen by Aleibiadcs, whose sin was not modesty, and Nicias, his lieutenant, took advan- tage of it to bring the Athenian fleet into the harbour, which at that time was not choked with lava, and seize the city without opposition. Then came, sixty years later, Dionysius the elder, fresh from the con- quest of Syracuse, then Mamercus, then, 549 years after the foundation of the citv, came the Romans, those great invaders, who began by pillaging ; they sent their spoils to Rome, which was then poor Rome, the Rome of mud and thatch, so she was keenly alive to such gifts. Conquests went on and soon Rome was enriched, and then Rome began to feel generous. Marcellus determined to make the Sicilians forget the way in which Rome had treated them at first. He had a mania for building ; wher- ever he went he built fountains, aqueducts, theatres ; at Catania he built a gymnasium and prolxibly the baths. Consequently Verres found the city so flour- ishing that he deigned to cast his eyes upon her. They told him of a temple to Demeter that contained a beauteous statue known only to women, for men were not allowed to enter that temple. Verres, by nature ungallant, declared that women had privileges enough without that one; so he entered the temple and took the statue, which went with his other spoils. Not long after, Sextus 1'ompeius pillaged Catania in his turn, on pretence that it had l)een too lukewarm towards his father in his quarrels with THE SPERONARA 89 Caesar in short, it was high time Augustus came when he did come. He indeed, ah ! he was the rectifier-general, the universal pacificator. In his youth, carried away by force of example, he had, it is true, proscribed a lit- tle, just to keep in line with Lepidus and Antony; but he took on age, called himself tribune of the people, and not impcrator so said the republicans of that day. He loved bucolics, georgics, and idylls, the songs of shepherds, the rivalry of flutes, the bab- bling of brooks. In short, he was the god who gave rest to the world. Catania felt the blessing of that good reign. Augustus built up her walls and sent her a colony which became the most flourishing in Sicily, even to the times of Theodosius. But after the death of the latter her tribulations began again. Greeks, Saracens, and Normans succeeded one another, and treated her much as Valerius, Verres, and Sextus Pompeius had done. Finally, and not to speak of her miseries from Goths, Saracens, and Normans, as if to crown these successive depredations, came an earthquake in 1169, which overthrew the city and left not a single house standing. Fifteen thousand persons perished. The shock over, those who escaped it returned to their ruins like birds to their nest, and, with the help of William the Good, they rebuilt the city. It was scarcely up before Henry VI., in a moment of ill-temper, set fire to it and put all the inhabitants to the sword. Luckily a few saved them- selves. Those who escaped the father, conspired against the son. Frederick Barbarossa was a chip of the old block ; he reburned the city and again put 90 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS the people to the sword. After Henry and Frederick nothing could be worse than the plague, so that came in 1348, and depopulated Catania. Little by little, in the course of centuries, the ill-fated city Recovered from these successive scourges, the first Sicilian uni- versity was established, and she bore the palm of being the literary centre of the island, when, in 1669, a flood of lava, thirty miles long and three miles wide, issued from Monte Rosso, came down upon her, cover- ing three villages on its way, sapping her foundations and pushing her into her port, which it choked and rendered worthless forever. Now there is the history of Catania for twenty-six centuries ; and yet that obstinate town has sprung up again in the same spot, each time driving its stone roots deeper and deeper into that unstable and treacherous soil. More than that : Catania is, bar- ring Messina, the richest city in Sicily. As soon as breakfast was over, we set out to see the town. Our guide took us direct to its two squares. I have observed that guides always take you at once to the squares. For this I am very much obliged to them, because, once seen, we are rid of them. The squares of Catania are, like the squares of all other cities, great empty spaces surrounded by houses ; the larger the space, the finer the square ; that is agreed to in all parts of the world. One of the squares in Catania is surrounded by insignificant buildings ; I do not know what such constructions are; they are not houses, they are not public buildings ; the people call them palaces much good may that do them ! The other square is rather more picturesque ; that THE SPERONARA 91 is, it is a little more irregular. In the centre rises a marble fountain, surmounted by nn elephant in lava, bearing on his back an obelisk of granite. Is that obelisk, or is it not, Egyptian ? That is the grave question that rends apart the archaeologists of Sicily. Such as it is, Egyptian or not, one thing is certain, it served as sp'ma to the circus discovered in 1820. It was in this square that I happened to ask my guide if he knew the Signore Bellini's father. At this inquiry he turned quickly round and, pointing to an old gentleman who was driving past in a little carriage with one horse, he said : " There he is now, going into the country." I ran after the carriage and stopped it, thinking that one never takes a liberty in speaking to a father of his son, and a son like this one especially. At the first words I said to him the old man took me by both hands and asked if I really knew his son. I took from my portfolio a letter of introduction which Bellini had given me, just as I left Paris, for the Duchesse de Noja, and I asked him if he knew the handwriting. The poor father answered onlv by taking it in his hands and kissing it ; then, turning to me, he said : " Oh ! you do not know how good he is to me ! We are not rich ; well, after every success, comes a little souvenir, and each souvenir is chosen so as to give me a little comfort and pleasure in my old age. If you will come home with me I will show you a quantity of things I owe to his filial piety. Each one of his successes crosses the sea and brings me some new comfort. This watch, that came from 92 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS * Norma ; " this horse and carriage are a part of the profits of the ' Puritani.' In every letter he writes he always says he is coming; but it is so far from Paris to Catania that I can't believe in that promise, and I fear I shall die without seeing him. But you will see him you ! " " Yes," I answered, for I believed I should see him again, "and if you have any commission for him " No. What could I send him, I ! my blessing ? Poor boy ! I give him that day and night. You must tell him that you gave me a happy day by speaking of him, and that I embraced you.'" Hie old man kissed me. " But you must not tell him that I wept. Besides," he added, smiling, " I weep for jov. Is it really true that he has a reputation, my son ? " " The highest reputation, I do assure you." "What a strange thing! Who could have told me that when I scolded him because, instead of working, he was always heating time with his feet and making his little sister sing our old Sicilian airs. Well, well ; all is written above. But I wish I could see him again before I die. Does your friend there know him too, my son ?" " Yes." " Personally ? " " Yes, personally. Mv friend is himself the son of a distinguished musician." " Then call him ; I should like to shake his hand also." I called to Jadin, who came. It was then his turn to be cherished and caressed by the poor old man, THE SPERONAHA 93 who wanted to take us home to spend the day with him. But this was impossible; his home was in the country, and our time was mapped out. We prom- ised to see him if we returned by way of Catania ; then he pressed my hand and left us. Scarcely had lie driven a few steps before he called to me. "Your name? "he said. "I forgot to ask your name." I told it to him ; but the name brought him no recollections. What he knew of his own child was not the artist, but the good son. " Alexandre Dumas, Alexandra Dumas,"" he re- peated. " Good ; I shall remember that he who bears that name brought me good news of my Alexandre Dumas ; I shall remember your name ; adieu ! adieu ! " Poor old man ! I am sure he has not forgotten it, for the news I gave him of his son was the last he was ever to receive. On leaving him our guide took us to the Museum, a modern institution wholly made up of antiquities. Catania has had the good luck of possessing a rich jrignore who did not know what to do with his money and was an artist to boot. This is Don Igna/io di Patarno, Prince of Biscari. He was the first to remember that he walked on another Herculaneum, and truly royal excavations were begun by a private individual. It was he who found the temple of Demeter, and brought to sight the thermos, the aqueducts, the basilica, the forum, and the sepulchres. And it was he who founded the Museum and col- lected and classed the objects it contains into three 94 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS classes : antiquities, products of natural history, and curiosities. Of these the Sicilian vases are, beyond a doubt, the most interesting part of the Museum, because their shapes are infinitely varied, and nearly all are perfect in elegance. As for the idols, penates, lamps, etc., they are what one sees everywhere. From the Museum we were going towards the cathedral along the rue Saint-Ferdinand, when I called to Jadin, who was behind me. "Hold Milord!" I said. "Why?" " Hold him first ; I '11 tell you afterwards." Jadin called Milord and slipped his handkerchief through his collar. " Now," said I, " look at the window of that optician." On the window sat a cat, trained to look at the passers-by through a pair of spectacles which he wore very gravely on his nose. "The deuce !" said Jadin, "that was a good idea of yours; that one belongs to the class of learned cats ; 't would have cost us more than two pauls." Milord, in his capacity of bull-dog, was so great a strangler of cats that we had found it necessary to take measures accordingly. Consequently, after Genoa, the town in which he first began to ransack Italy for the feline race, we had debated and argued the value of a well-conditioned cat; and it was settled with the owners of the first two strangled ones that a cat of usual race, dapple-gray, striped gray, tortoise-shell, was worth a maximum price of two pauls ; there were, of course, exceptions to this THE SPERONARA 05 tariff, angoras, learned cats, cats with two heads or six paws. We had exacted a receipt in due form for the Genoese cats ; to this we added successively the subsequent receipts, so that we now possessed an indisputable title. Every time that Milord com- mitted murder and more than two pauls was de- manded of usas the value of the victim, we drew our tariff from our pocket and proved that two pauls was the price accepted for other murders ; and it was very rare that the owner did not content himself with what had satisfied the other persons. But, as I have said, there were exceptions, and a cat wearing spec- tacles in so majestic a manner evidently belonged to them. Jadin therefore said a sensible thing when he remarked that the cat of the optician would cost us more than two pauls, and he acted with laudable prudence in slipping his handkerchief through Milord's collar. Thanks to that precaution we passed through the rue Saint-Ferdinand without mishap, and without Milord's appearing to perceive, except by his brief captivity, the momentary anxiety of our minds. The church we were going to is under the protec- tion of Sanf Agata, who is buried there, as every- body knows. Her form of martyrdom was to have her breasts torn off with red-hot pincers ; so that the saint, like Dido, knowing how to compassionate the agony she suffered, is especially miraculous for dis- eases of the breast. A multitude of votive offer- ings, in silver, marble and wax, all representing breasts, show faith in her healing power and the confidence felt by the Catanian population in the 96 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS chaste and beautiful virgin they have chosen for their patron saint. In the choir some beautiful oak bas-reliefs dating from the 15th century represent the whole history of the saint, from the moment when she refused to marry Quintilian to that in which her body was brought back from Constantinople. The most inter- esting of these bas-reliefs are those representing the moment when the saint is beaten with iron rods, when her breasts are cut off, when thev bum her, and when, visited in prison by Saint Peter, she is healed by him. Then comes the second period of the legend. Still following the bas-reliefs, we see the saint appear to Guibert and command him to go to Constantinople and search for her body. He obeys, and finds her tomb. Hampered by the difficulty of bringing back this precious relic, he cuts the body into pieces, puts a piece into the quiver of each of his soldiers, and thus brings her back to Catania with nothing missing but one breast, which happily is found and brought back by a little girl ; so that the blessed Agata is now, to the shame and con- fusion of infidels, as whole as she ever was. All these bas-reliefs are charming in naYvcte. No one pa vs any attention to them ; no book speaks of them ; no guide dreams of showing them ; and yet they are undoubtedly one of the most interesting things in the church. We were returning to the hotel, intending to eat a mouthful Ix'fore we went to sec the garden of the Benedictines, when, looking about me, I perceived that Milord had become invisible. Whenever that THE SPERONARA 97 happened \ve knew what would follow : in a few minutes we .should see him issuing from some door or window, licking his chops and followed by a native, male or female, bearing a cat by the tail and clamorous for two pauls. I looked up and saw that we had heed- lessly taken the rue Saint- Ferdinand and were close to the shop of the optician. At the same instant I heard an uproar of devils behind a cask that stood by the door. I sei/ed Jadin by the arm and showed him the window the cat was missing! lie under- stood at once, rushed to the cask, picked up a pair of spectacles which he put on his nose, as if they were his he had lost, and marched away, followed bv Milord. As for the luckless cat, she expired obscurely in the corner to which she had imprudently descended, and where Jadin had prudently left her corpse. This happened at the hour when, as Italians say disdainfully, no one is in the streets but dogs and Frenchmen. No one, therefore, witnessed the murder, not even the storks of the poet Ibicus, and not only did the crime remain unpunished but Jadin fell heir to the spectacles of the deceased. Those spectacles are now in Jadin's studio ; he shows them as the spectacles of the famous Abbe Meli, the Anacreon of Sicily. He has already refused a hundred crowns for them, offered by an Englishman, and says he would not part with them for twentv- five louis. Our last visit in Catania was to the convent of San Nicola, the richest in Sicily, the cupola of which, higher than any other in the city, was built about the middle of the 18th century from designs bv 7 98 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Contini. The church and the garden are the two remarkable features of this famous monastery ; the church for its columns of verd antique, and for a very fine organ, the work of a Calabrese monk, who asked, as his only payment, to be buried under his masterpiece : the garden for the difficulties it has vanquished and for its noble view of Mount yEtna. As for its difficulties, its foundation is lava and every atom of its soil was brought there by the hand of man. The rule of the monastery of San Nicola was formerly very severe. The monks were to live on yEtna at the limit of the habitable region ; their convent was therefore built a mile above Nicolosi, the last village on the way to the crater. But as all things weaken in the long run, this rule lost its rigour, little by little ; first, the monks ceased to re- pair the buildings ; next, one or two rooms having fallen in from the weight of snow, the worthy fathers judged it advisable to build the magnificent annex at Catania which took the name of San Nicola il Nuovo, and after that they lived during the summer only at San Nicola il Yeechio. This lasted for awhile and then San Nicola il Yecchio was abandoned both summer and winter ; though the brethren .still kept an eye on yEtna from their beautiful old garden in Catania. There was talk for a few years of repair- ing the old buildings (though good care was taken not to do so), until finally a band of robbers, people hardier and less fastidious about their comforts than the worthy monks, took possession of the place and made it their abode. THE SPERONARA 99 In 1806 Count Weder, a blue-blooded German, as his name indicates, started from Vienna to visit Sicily ; he embarked at Trieste, landed at Ancona, visited Rome and Naples, where he obtained certain letters of introduction, set sail at Naples, and dis- embarked at Catania. Count Weder had known for years of the existence of the monastery of San Nicohi and of its great reputation for possessing among its serving brothers the best cook in all Sicily. Now, Count Weder was a very distinguished gastronome, and he had been careful to obtain in Rome, from a cardinal with whom he had dined at the Austrian embassy, a letter of introduction to the superior of the monastery. The letter was urgent ; it presented the count as a pious and fervent pilgrim, and requested that hospitality l)e shown him when- ever it pleased him to visit the convent. The count was learned after the manner of Ger- mans ; that is to say, he had read a great quantity of old and forgotten books ; so that he was able in supporting his assertions, however erroneous and ridiculous they were, to quote a certain number of unknown names, which gave a sort of pedantic majesty to his paradoxes. Now, among these old books he had found a catalogue of all the Benedic- tine monasteries scattered over the surface of the globe, and he had seen and retained with the tenac- ity of the Teuton mind that the rule of the Bene- dictines of Catania enjoined them, as I have said, to live on the last confine of the rc^ione coltirata and the first of the rcggione nemorowt. So, when he sent for a muleteer to take him to San Nicola he 100 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS informed the muleteer that he desired to be taken to " San Nicola sulP .Etna." That was all the Italian the count knew. There was no mistaking it ; the direction was plain : nevertheless, the muleteer began to risk remarks ; but the count shut his mouth with the words : " I bay veil." Every one knows the habitual power of that argument : the muleteer bowed to the count, and returned in half an hour with one mule. " Nein" said the count, " two mules ; my P'^ggag 6 -" " Does your Excellency take his baggage ? " " Of course." " Oh ! " said the muleteer, " I thought perhaps your Excellency would leave that at the inn ; it would be safer." " I nefer leaf my paggage." The muleteer responded by an almost impercep- tible sign that meant, " Every one his own way," and went off to get another mule. But after the mule was loaded the honest guide thought he owed it to his conscience to make a last remark : " Is your Excellency quite decided ? " " Cerdainlv," replied the count, sticking an enor- mous pair of pistols into the holsters of his saddle. " You are going to San Nicola il Vecchio ?" " I am." " Then your Excellency has friends at San Nicola il Vecchio?" " I haf a letter for the cheneral." " For the captain, your Excellency means?" " For the cheneral, I /av." THE SPERONARA 101 " Hum ! hum ! " muttered the guide. " Bczides, I bay veil, I bay veil ; do you hear me, knafe?" " Excuse me," continued the guide, " but since your Excellency is so kindly disposed, would you mind paying me in advance ?" " In adfance ! why 7.0 ? " " Because it is now three o'clock ; we shall not arrive till after dark and I must return immediately." " Py night ? " said the count. " I subbose they haf subber at der gonfent ? " " The convent ? " " Yes, at San Nicola." " Oh ! certainly, they have supper ; the table is more likely to be spread by night than by day." " The rogues ! " said the count, and a gastronomic gleam illuminated his face. " Here 's your bay, and someding for der gut news you gif me." And he gave him three piastres which he took from a well-filled purse. " Thank you, Excellency," replied the muleteer, who, once paid, had nothing more to say. " Shall we start now ? " said the count. " When you please, Excellency." The guide helped the count to mount his mule and led the way, singing a species of canticle that sounded more like a miserere than a tarantella ; but the count was too absorbed in the thought of the fine supper he was about to eat to take notice of what was melancholy in the prelude. The trip was made rather silently. The guide had ended by believing, on seeing the count's confi- 102 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS dcncc supported by his pistols, that he must be on the best of terms with the occupants of San Nicola il Vecchio, and might be a member of some Bohe- mian band who did business with those of Sicily. As for himself, he knew that he had nothing to fear personally, muleteers being usually sacred to robbers, and especially so when they bring them so good a customer as the count appeared to be. Nevertheless, at every village they passed on the way he lingered, on one pretence or another. It was really a species of compromise he was making with his conscience, in order to give the count time to make reflections and inquiries, and to return whence they came if so it pleased him. But at every halt the count would say, in a voice that hunger made urgent : " Kn afant ! come, come, en afant ! der teufel ! we shall nefer get dere." And off he went, followed by the amazed eyes of the peasantry, who had just heard from the muleteer the object of this strange pilgrimage, and could not conceive how any man should even dream of going to San Nicola il Yecchio unless he was taken there by force. The count and his guide went in this way through Gravina, Santa-Lucia di Catarica, Manun/iata, and Nicolosi. Reaching the latter village, the guide made a last effort : " Kxcellency," he said, " if I were you I should sup and sleep here, and to-morrow I should take a little walk, as it were, and go, all alone, to San Nicola." THE SPERONAUA 103 " You clold me clat I should find a gut subber uud a gut ped at der gonfent." " Pardieu, yes," replied the guide, " if they are willing to let you in." " Putt don't I dell you I haf a letter to der chen- eral?" " To the captain ? " " No, to the cheneral." "Then," said the guide, "you are absolutely de- termined to go?" " Ccrdainlv I am." " Very good ; then let us go." And the pair set out again. It was now dark, there was no moon, and they could not sec a yard before them. But as the guide knew the way perfectly there was no risk of losing it. He took a little path that was scarcely perceptible, turning to right from the main path ; then, begin- ning to leave the cultivated region, he entered that of the forests. After an hour's march, a black build- ing rose before them, at the windows of which no light was seen. " There is San Nicola il Vecchio," said the guide, in a low voice. " Ho ! ho !" said the count, "dat's a gonfent in a melangoly siduation." " If you like," said the guide eagerly, " we can go back to Nicolosi, and if you don't want to sleep at the inn, there is an excellent man, il Signore Gemel- laro, who won't refuse you a bed." " I don't know him. Be/ides, Saint Nigola is where I wish to go, and not Nigolosi." 104- JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Zerebello da tedesco? muttered the Sicilian. Then, whipping his mules, they were soon at the gate of the monastery. The monastery had nothing reassuring on nearer view. It was an old structure of the twelfth centurv, where it was easy to read the ravages that each erup- tion hud committed since the days of its foundation. The date of all the conflagrations and earthquakes was, as it were, sculptured on those stones. By cer- tain dentellations that came out in vigorous relief against the dark-blue sky, now brilliant with stars, it was easy to see what part of the building had fallen into ruins. Yet the walls around the edifice seemed fairly well repaired and loopholes had been made in them, which gave San Nicola il Vecchio more the appearance of a fortress than the aspect of a monastery. The count looked at all this with a very calm air and told the muleteer to knock. The latter, who had made up his mind, raised the old iron knocker, eaten by the rust of time, and let it fall by its own weight. The stroke resounded through the depths of the convent and was answered by a shrill bell. Almost at the same moment a little window, made in the wall about eight feet from the ground, was opened. Through it came a long iron tube, directed towards the count's chest ; a bearded head appeared at the aperture and a voice, which had no monachal unction, demanded : " Who goes there ? " "Friend," replied the count, putting the muz/le of the gun aside with his hand, " friend." THE SPERONARA 105 At the same moment he fancied there came to him, through the open window, the smell of a roast that rejoiced his soul. " Friend ? hum ! friend ? " said the man at the window. " Who \s to prove you are a friend ? " And he repointed the gun in its first direction. " Mv fery tear prudder," replied the count, putting aside the weapon with the same coolness as before, " I gombrehend ferv well that you should dake brc- gautions, pefore admitting strangers ; I should do der same in your blace, but I haf a letter from Gardinal Morosini to your cheneral." " For our captain ? " said he of the gun. " No, no, for your cheneral." " Oh, well, it is all one. Are you alone ? " " All alone. 11 " Wait ; they will let you in." " Hum ! dat zmclls gut, dat roast," remarked the German, getting off' his mule. " Excellency," asked the muleteer, who, during this time, had unloaded the count's baggage. " You do not need me any longer ? " " Fetter stay," said the count. " No," said the muleteer ; " with your permission I 'd rather sleep elsewhere." " Veil then, go," replied the count. " Shall I come and fetch you back ? " " No, the cheneral will see to that." " Very good. Adieu, Excellency." " Adieu." At this moment the key began to turn in the lock ; the muleteer jumped on one of his mules, 106 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS seized the bridle of the other, and set off at a trot, lie was already fifty yards distant when the gate opened. " Dat zmells gut," said the German, inhaling the odour that came from the kitchen, " ferv gut." " You think so ?" remarked the strange porter. " Yes," said the count, " I do." " That \s the chiefs supper ; he is on the road and we expect him every minute." " Den I arrife in gut time," said the count, laughing. " Does he know you, our chief? " " No ; putt I haf a letter for him." *' Ah ! that 's another thing let me see it." " Here it is." The porter took the letter and read the direction : " Al reverendissimo generak del Benedettini ; al convento di San Nicola di Catania. " Ah ! I understand," said the porter. "Ah! you gombrehend ; dat is fery lucky," said the count, patting him on the shoulder. " In dat case, my vrend, if you gombrehend, pring in mv paggage, and take gut care of der bordmanteau ; my burse is in it." " Oh ! that \ where your purse is a good thing to know," said the porter, fetching the portmanteau with special alacrity. Then, having brought in the rest of the baggage, he said : " I see you are a friend, so come along." The count did not need to be asked twice; he followed his guide. The interior aspect of the convent was not less THE SPERONARA 107 strange than its exterior. Ruins everywhere ; many empty casks about; no images of saints or crucifixes. The count stopped a moment, for he was one of those talkers who have the bad habit of stopping when they speak, and he expressed his surprise at the devastation he saw. " We can't help that," said his guide. " We are rather isolated, as you must have seen ; and as the mountain is full of rascals who fear neither God nor the devil, we never leave the little that we own lying about. All the precious things we have are locked up in the cellar. Besides, you know we have another monastery down there in Catania." " No, I did n't know. So ! you haf anoder monas- tery ? Tear tear ! " " Now, please count your baggage yourself, so that you may swear to the chief that nothing has been taken." " Oh ! dat is fery eaxy ; one drunk, one garbet-pag, and one bordmanteau. I trust dat to you, dat bord- manteau, pecausc my burse is in it." "Three articles only, is that right? It isn't much." " It is enough." " You think so ? " " Yes, I dink so." " Well, wait there," said the porter, showing the count into a species of cell. " I don't doubt the chief will be here in half an hour." And he made a movement to depart. " Stop ! stop ! while waiting could I go into der gitchen ? I can gif some gut adlice to der gook." 108 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Faith ! I don't sec any objection,'" said the porter. " Wait here till I put your baggage in safety. How much money did you say there was in your purse? " " Dree dousand six hundred and dwenty ducats."" " Three thousand six hundred and twenty ducats ; good," 1 remarked the porter. " That zeems a fery worthy man," murmured the count, looking at the brother as lie carried away all his possessions, " a fery worthy man, indeed.'" Ten minutes later the porter returned. " If you wish to go to the kitchen you can do so," he said. The count followed the Sicilian, who took him to the kitchen. The spit was turning, the ovens were baking, and saucepans boiled on all sides. " Gut," said the German, stopping on the lower step, and taking in with eye and nostril, this succu- lent scene, " gut, it zeems I haf not habbened on a vast tay. Gut evening, gook, gut evening." The cook had been notih'ed ; and he received the count with deference. The count profited by this reception to go round the kitchen, lift the covers of all the saucepans, and taste all the sauces. Suddenly he rushed upon the cook, who was in the act of shaking salt upon an omelet, and snatched the pan of eggs from his hand. " Hey ! vat is dat you do ? " he cried. " What am I doing ? " said the cook. " I am salting an omelet." " Stop, miserable man, you don't but zalt into an omeled ; you but zugar and bre/erves, and gooseperry jam." THE SPERONARA 109 "Nonsense,"" said the cook, trying to snatch the pan back again. " No, no, no ! " cried the count. " I '11 made das omeled ; gif me die jam."" " Ha ! " said the cook, getting angry, " we will soon see who is master here." " I am," said a strong voice. " What is all this?" The count and the cook turned round. A man from forty to forty-five vears of age, in a monk's robe, stood upon the stairway ; he was tall, and had the hard, imperious countenance of those who are accustomed to command. *' The captain ! " exclaimed the cook. " Ah, the cheneral, gut," said the count. " Chene- ral," he continued, going up to the monk, " I peg your bardon, but vou haf a gook who does not know how to make omeleds." " Are you Count Weder, monsieur?" said- the monk, eyeing him. " Yes, cheneral," replied the count, not letting go of pan or fork and preparing to beat the eggs, " I am Count Weder in ber/on." " Then it is you who brought me the letter of introduction which the porter has just given me ? " " My /elf." " Vou are very welcome, monsieur le comte." The count bowed. " I regret that the situation of our convent, its long distance from other habitations, does not allow me to receive you more suitably ; we are poor her- mits on a mountain, and you will pardon us, I hope, if our table is not well supplied." 1 110 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " What ! not well zubblied ! Why, der zubber, on die gontrary, zeems egzellent, and if your gook will make das omeled mit jam " But, captain " interposed the cook. "Give the preserves to monsieur, and let him make his omelet as he likes." The cook obeyed without a word. " Do not hurry yourself, monsieur le comte," continued the monk ; " make yourself at home, and as soon as the omelet is done to your liking, come up to us ; we shall await you." " An affair of fife minutes, cheneral ; haf zubber zerved." " You hear," said the monk to the cook. " Serve the supper ; " and he went upstairs. The count, triumphant, finished his omelet and followed him. The Superior was awaiting his guest with the whole community, consisting of some score of brothers, in a well-lighted refectory where a table was set in perfect style. The count was struck with the luxury of its silver-ware, and the fineness and beauty of the tablecloths and napkins. The convent had evidently taken from its treasure-house and presses the best it had, to do honour to its guest. As for the apart- ment, its dilapidated aspect contrasted strangely with the luxury displayed within it. It was a large hall which must formerly have been a chapel ; in the altar of which a chimney had been con- structed. The walls had no other decoration than spiders 1 webs; and a few bats attracted by the light flitted about the ceiling, going in and out of the broken windows at will. A complete THE SPERONARA 111 arsenal of carbines was picturesquely arranged in one corner. The count took all this in at a glance ; he admired the religious abnegation of the good fathers, who, possessing such treasures as those before his eyes, were willing to live exposed to the inclemency of the weather, like the ancient hermits of Mount Carmel and the Thebaid. The Superior noticed his surprise. " Monsieur le comtc," he said, " I beg your pardon once more for this poor house and the poor dinner which is all we can offer you. Perhaps your friends had pictured our convent to you as an abode of delight. That is how society judges, monsieur le comte. Therefore, when you return to the world I hope you will do us justice. 1 ' 1 " Pless me ! cheneral," replied the count ; " I see noding amiss mit der tinner, and I saw a fine tisblay of bots and bans in der gitchen, and if der fine is as gut-" " Oh ! " interrupted the Superior, " you may be easy as to that ; the wine is good." " Eh ! if der fine is gut, dat is all we need." " But I fear," added the Superior, " that our ways may not seem to you quite monachal. For example, we never sup without a pair of pistols beside each of us ; that is a precaution against accidents that may happen at any moment in so lonely a place as this. You will therefore excuse us if, in spite of your pres- ence, we follow our usual custom." So saying the Superior opened his gown and took from his belt a pair of superb pistols, which he laid beside him. 112 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Right, cheneral, right ! " cried the German ; " bistols are the vrends of man; I haf bistols my /elf, and oh ! it is ama/ing how like yours are to dcm. r> " Not so very ama/ing," said the Superior, repress- ing a smile ; " they are very good weapons, made by Kukenreiter ; I sent to Germany for them." " Kukenreiters ! zo are mine. Zend for mine, cheneral, they are mit my paggage, to gombare mit yours." " After dinner, count, after dinner. Sit opposite to me, there, that is right. Do you know your Benedicite ? " " Once, but now I haf forgot " What a pity, for I counted on you to sav it ; but if vou have forgotten it, we must do without it." " Yes, yes," said the count, disposed to be very complying. He ate his soup without a blessing, as did all the monks. When he had finished, the captain passed him a bottle. " Taste that," he said. The count, confident that he had to do with a very choice wine, filled a small glass, took it by the stem, examined for an instant by the nearest lamp the liquid, yellow as amber, within it; then he carried it to his lips and sipped it with the voluptuous slowness of a gourmet. " w JTis astonishing," he said; "I who thought I knew all fines, I do not know dat." " That is Marsala, a wine that is not known, but deserves to be. Ah ! our poor Sicily, she has many neglected treasures within her." THE SPERONARA 113 " What name ticl you gall it ? " " Marsala." " Marxala: veil, it is a gut fine. I shall py some; is it tear ? " " Two sous a bottle." " What ? " said the count, who thought he heard wrong. " Two sous a bottle." " Doo sous a pottle ! Vy, you haf baradisc, cheneral ; I shall nefer leaf you ; I shall make my/elf penedictine." " I must warn you that it has a defect," said the Superior. " Tefect ! it has no tefeets." " I beg your pardon ; it is heady." " Heady ! " said the count, contemptuously ; " I could trink bints and not show it more than if I trank gooseperry /irop." " If so, don't restrain yourself," said the Superior ; " do as you do at home ; only, I assure you we have other wines." In virtue of the permission thus accorded, the count began to eat and drink like a true German ; and it must he owned that he sustained the reputa- tion of his compatriots admirably. The monks, encouraged by their Superior, would not allow them- selves to be outdone bv a stranger, so that presently the religious silence that reigned at the beginning of the repast was broken ; each began to talk to his neighbour in a low voice, then loudly to the table at large. At the second course, every one was shouting at the top of his lungs and recounting the strangest 114 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS adventures it was possible to hear. The count, little as he could understand Sicilian, fancied he heard talk of bold deeds done by brigands, convents pillaged, gendarmes shot, nuns violated. But there was nothing surprising in that ; the isolated situation of these worthy Benedictines, their remoteness from the city, must have made them more than once the witnesses of such scenes. The Marsala still went round, without prejudice to the dry Siracusa, the muscat of Calabria, the malvoisie of Lipari. Strong as the count's head was, his eves began to cover with a film and his tongue to thicken. Then monologues succeeded to conversations, and songs to monologues. The count, who desired to keep upon the level of his hosts, searched his anacreontic repertory, and finding nothing suitable for the moment but Schiller's famous brigand song, he began to sing with all his might : Stehlen, morden, hnren, balgen, to which, it seemed to him, the company responded with loud applause. Presently everything began to swim round about him ; he fancied he saw the monks throw off their religious gowns and transform themselves into ban- dits ; the ascetic faces changed character, and blazed with ferocious joy ; the dinner degenerated into an orgy ; still they went on drinking, and each time they drank it was some new wine, some heady wine, wine from the cellars of the Prince of Paterno or from those of the Dominicans of Aci-Hcale ; they beat the table with the empty bottles, shouting for more ; the lamps were upset by the blows, the cloth took fire, then the napkins, then the table, and instead of extinguishing the flames they threw on THE SPERONARA 115 benches and chairs and stalls. In an instant the table was a bonfire, round which the monks, trans- formed to bandits, danced like demons. Suddenly, in the midst of the devilish uproar, the voice of the captain was heard, calling : Iegan a volume which, as I have since been told, throws a flood of light on this important question. This monastery, where, according to the intentions of its pious founder, the Benedictines were condemned THE SPERONARA 131 to live exposed to the ravages of the volcano which their prayers ought to have exorcised, is little more than a ruin. The parts best preserved are the chapel and the famous hall where Count Weder, a second Faust, was present at the saturnalia of Gaetano-Meph- istopheles. A plateau which overhangs the monastery is nothing else than a mass of black lava rent into deep gulfs, from the upper part of which we could look down upon an amphitheatre of extinct craters. After inspecting the ruins of this doubly interest- ing monastery we descended to dine, at half-past four o'clock, with our excellent host Gemellaro, and with all the more alacrity because our morning meal had well prepared us for a second. We found the table laid, having hit upon the rare and fleeting moment when no one waits or causes others to do so. Signore Gemellaro is one of those learned men in whom I delight ; learned experimenters, who detest all theories and talk only of what they have seen. During dinner the conversation rolled, of course, upon the mountain of our host. I say hi* mountain, for he is well convinced that /Etna belongs to him, and he would be much astonished if the King of the Two Sicilies set up a counter claim. After /Etna, that which Signore Gemellaro thinks grandest and finest is Napoleon, that other extinct volcano, which, during an eruption of fourteen years, caused such earthquakes under thrones and empires. His dream was to possess a complete collection of all the engrav- ings made upon his hero. I distressed him bv telling him there were enough to load four vessels, and that the crater of Monte-Rosso could not contain them. 132 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS After dinner our host inquired into the prcpara-j tions we had made for ascending .eneath us, that we were crossing sand. Soon we reached the second region, that of forests, if indeed a few sparse, sick) v, stunled tree.* deserved that name. We rode through it for THE SPERONARA 133 nearly two hours, following with confidence the path our guide, or rather our mules, had taken ; a path which, to judge by its eternal ups and downs, seemed frightfully rugged. Already, for more than an hour, we had felt the j ustice of Signore Gemellaro's predic- tions with regard to cold, so that when we arrived at a species of hut without a roof, where our mules stopped of themselves, we put on our hooded coats. This hut was called the " Casa del Bosco 11 or "del la Neve, 11 - house of the Wood or the Snow, names that suit it successively, summer and winter. This, said our guide, was our halting-place. \Ve were now half-way up the path to the Casa Inglese, only we had, as the peasants say, eaten our white bread first. The Casa della Neve was a prelude to the desola- tion that awaited us higher up. Without roof, with- out shutters, without doors, it offered no shelter but its four walls. Fortunately, our guide had supplied himself with a little axe ; he brought us an armful of wood, and with the help of a phosphorus match we kindled a roaring fire. The reader will understand how welcome it was when I tell him that a little pocket thermometer that I carried with me, went down 18 degrees [Reaumur] since leaving Catania. Our fire lighted, the guide advised us to go to sleep, and he left us alone to attend to his mules. We tried to follow his advice ; but no ! we were as wide- awake as mice ; it was impossible to close an eye ; but we made up for sleep by several glasses of ruin and a variety of jokes on Parisian friends, who were at that hour snugly biking their tea and little think- ing that Jadin and I were gadding among the forests 134 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS and craters of JEtnu. We remained, sleepless, in the hut till half- past twelve o'clock, at which hour our guide requested us to remount our mules. During our halt the heavens were enriched with a crescent moon ; slim as it was it cast a little light ; the trees were becoming fewer and fewer, until they ceased altogether. We were now entering the third region, and we could feel by the feet of our mules when they trod on lava, when they crossed ashes, or when they were trampling a species of moss, the only vegetation that grows at that height. As for eyes, they were of little or no utility ; the ground appeared to them more or less coloured, and that was all ; we were quite unable in such obscurity to distinguish details. The higher we went, the more intense became the cold, and in spite of our coats and hoods we were fro/en. This change of temperature had suspended conversation ; each of us, concentrated within him- self as if to preserve what warmth he had, rode on silently. I went first, and though I could not see the ground on which we advanced, I could perfectly distinguish on our right gigantic escarpments and vast peaks rising like giants, their black forms defined upon the indigo sky. The farther we ad- vanced, the more these apparitions took a weird, phantasmal aspect ; one felt that Nature had never made these mountains thus; but that some long and mighty struggle had despoiled them. We were crossing the battle-field of Titans; we were climb- ing Pel ion piled on Ossa. It was all terrible, sombre, majestic ; I saw and felt THE SPERONARA 135 the j)oesy of this nocturnal journey, but I was so cold that I had no courage to exchange a word with Jadin to ask him if these visions were the effect of torpor, or whether I was dreaming. From time to time strange mysterious noises, resembling no noises that I had ever heard, came from the bowels of the earth, which seemed to moan and groan like a living being. These noises had something unexpected, lugubrious, and solemn that made one shiver. Often, at the sound, the mules would stop and stoop their smok- ing nostrils to the soil, then, raising their heads, neigh sadly, as if they wanted to make it known they comprehended that great voice of the Solitude, and that it was not of their own will they had come there to trouble its mysteries. Ever as we rose, minute by minute the cold be- came more intense; scarcely had I strength to lift my flask of rum to my lips. Moreover, that opera- tion was followed by another more difficult still that of corking the flask ; my hands were so fro/en that they had no sensation of the things they touched, and my feet were so heavy they seemed to have an iron weight attached to each leg. At last, feeling that I was stiffening into torpidity more and more, I made an effort over myself, stopped my mule, and dismounted. While doing this, Jadin passed me on his animal. I asked him if he did not want to do likewise ; he shook his head in sign of refusal and rode on. At first it was impossible to walk ; I seemed to be setting my naked feet on mil- lions of pins and needles. The idea occurred to me to use my mule, and I grasped his tail. But he was 136 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS too well satisfied at having got rid of me not to pre- serve his independence if he could. Hardly had he felt the contact of my hand when he flung out his two hind-legs ; one of them struck me in the thigh and threw me ten feet back. My guide ran to help me and lifted me up. Nothing was broken ; moreover, the commotion had put my blood in circulation ; I felt almost no pain, although my fall showed that the blow had been violent. I began to walk and I felt much better. A hundred steps farther on I found .lad in waiting for me. My mule, which had joined his without me or the guide, told him that an acci- dent of some kind had happened. I reassured him, and we went on, I on foot. It was now two o'clock in the morning. The sombre arch of the sky was beginning to pale ; a faint dawn lighted the ground on which we trod, bringing with it a more glacial air than that we had hitherto breathed. In this pallid, lustreless light we presently saw before us something that looked like a house; we approached it, Jadin on his mule at a trot, and I running as best I could. The guide pushed open a door, and we entered the Casa Inglese, built at the foot of the cone for the comfort of travellers. My first cry was for fire ; it was one of those in- stinctive desires which are easier to form than to see accomplished ; the upper limits of the forest are six long miles from the Casa, and in its neighlxnir- hood all lava, ashes and snow not a blade of grass, not a plant can grow. The guide lighted a lamp that he found in a corner, closed the door as THE SPERONARA 137 hermetically as possible, and told us to warm our- selves as best we could by wrapping our hooded coats about us and eating something, while he took the mules to the stable. As, all things considered, the wisest thing to do was to get out of the state of torpor in which we were, we began to tramp up and down as well as we could. Within the house the thermometer was six degrees below zero [Reaumur], a difference of 41 degrees from the temperature of Catania. Our guide returned, bringing a handful of straw and a few dry branches, which we owed no doubt to the magnificence of some Englishman who had preceded us. It sometimes happens that those worthy insularies, always perfectly well-informed as to the precautions they ought to take, hire an extra mule, and in crossing the forest load it with wood. Little of an Anglomaniac as I am, this is a piece of advice that I give to whosoever intends to make the ascent of ^Etna. A mule costs one piastre, and I know I would gladly have given ten louis for a faggot. The sight of the fire, however short its duration, restored our courage. We gathered to it as if to devour it, stretching our feet into the flame; and then, a little thawed, we proceeded to think of breakfast. Everything was fro/en, bread, chickens, wine, fruits ; nothing but our rum remained intact. We devoured two of the chickens as if they were larks ; we gave the third to our guide and kept the fourth for hunger to come. As for the fruit, it was 138 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS like biting into ice ; we therefore drank a cup of rum in place of dessert and felt ourselves a little revived. It was half past three o'clock in the morning. Our guide reminded us that we had still before us an as- cent of three-quarters of an hour at the very least, and that if we wished to reach the summit of the cone before sunrise there was no time to lose. We left the Casa Inglese. Objects were now beginning to be distinguishable ; all around us ex- tended a vast plain of snow, in the middle of which, sloping at an angle of 45 degrees or about that, rose the cone of ./Etna. Below us all was darkness ; in the east alone, the faintest tint of opal coloured the sky, on which were vigorously defined the moun- tains of Calabria. At a hundred steps beyond the Casa we found the first billows of a plain of lava, its jet black tones contrasting with the snow in the midst of which it lay like a sombre island. We were forced to mount its solid waves, clambering from one to another as I had already done at Chamounix upon the Mer de Glace, with this difference, that the sharp spines of the lava cut the leather of our boots and wounded our feet. This crossing, which lasted a quarter of an hour, was one of the most painful incidents of the trip. At last we reached the foot of the cone, which, though it rises thirteen hundred feet from the plateau on which we stood, was entirely free of snow, either iK'cause its slope is too rapid for the snow to remain, or Ix'causc its inward (ires will not allow a flake upon THE SPERONARA 139 its surface. This is the cone, eternally in motion, that changes its shape with every new eruption, burying that shape in the old crater, and re-forming itself with another. We began to climb this new mountain, wholly composed of friable earth, mingled with stones which loosened beneath our feet and rolled away behind us. At certain places the pitch was so steep that we could touch with our hands the slope above us without stooping ; and as we rose, the air rarefied and became at every moment less and less breath- able. I remembered all that Balmat had told me of his first ascension of Mont Ulanc, and I began to feel precisely the same effects. Though we were already nearly a thousand feet above the line of eternal snows and had still eight hundred feet to climb, the hooded coat I had upon my shoulders became unbearable, and I felt it was impossible to carry it a moment longer; it weighed upon me like one of those leaden copes that Dante saw in hell's sixth circle crushing the shoulders of hypocrites. I therefore left it on the path, not having the courage to carry it farther, and told the guide to pick it up as we repassed. Soon it was the same with the stick I held in my hand and the hat I wore on my head. I abandoned the two articles successively, and they rolled to the foot of the cone, where they were stopped by the sea of lava, so steep was the descent. I saw Jadin in his turn getting rid of all the superfluities of his equipment, and stopping at every hundred feet to recover his breath. We were only a third of the way up ; we had taken 140 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS nearly half an hour to climb four hundred feet ; the eastern sky grew lighter and lighter ; the fear of not arriving at the summit of the cone in time for the sunrise spurred our courage, and we started with fresh vigour, not pausing to look about us at the vast horizon that enlarged at every step around our feet. But the farther we advanced, the more the difficulties increased ; the slope became more rapid, the ground more friable, the air more rarefied. Soon we began to hear, on our right, subterranean roars that forced themselves on our attention ; our guide walked in advance, and led us to a fissure from which a great noise issued, and, driven by some inward current of air, a thick, sulphureous smoke. Ap- proaching the edge of this cleft we saw, at a depth we could not measure, an incandescent red and liquid bottom. Fortunately the wind did not send the smoke in our direction, or we should have been asphvxiated, so horrible an odour of sulphur came with it. After a halt of some minutes on the edge of this furnace, we started again, going up diagonally for greater ease. My head began to beat and ring, as though the blood were coming out of my ears, and the air, that grew less and less breathable, made me pant as if my breath would fail me altogether. I wished to lie down and rest a moment, but the earth exhaled such an odour of sulphur that I could not do so. I then bethought me of binding my cravat across my mouth and breathing through its texture ; that, relieved me. At last, little by little, we arrived at three-quarters THE SPERONARA 141 of the ascent, and we saw at a few hundred steps above us the summit of the mountain. Then we made a final effort and, half upright and partly on all-fours, we clambered that short distance, not daring to look below us for fear our heads should turn giddy, so steep was the fall of the ground. At last Jadin, who was a few steps in advance of me, uttered a cry of triumph ; he was there ! he stood in front of the crater, and a few seconds later I was beside him. We found ourselves literally between two abysses. Once there, and needing no longer to make violent motions, we began to breathe with more facility ; besides which, the spectacle before our eyes was so striking that our discomforts disappeared, great as they were. We stood in front of the crater, that is to say, of an immense pit, eight miles in circumference and nine hundred feet deep ; the walls of this vast ex- cavation being covered from top to bottom with scarified substances of sulphur and alum. At the bottom, so far as we could see from the distance at which we stood, there was some substance then in ebullition, and from the monstrous abyss rose a slender, tortuous smoke like a gigantic snake stand- ing erect on its tail. The edges of the crater were scooped out irregularly and more or less elevated. We stood on one of its highest points. Our guide left us for a moment to contemplate that spectacle in silence, merely catching us from time to time by our jackets when we went too near the edge ; for the stone is so friable that it mie applied to the precious little hole of the Tyrant, would hear distinctly what I said. On which I requested Jadin in a whisper to strike a match and light his cigar. THE SPERONARA 165 After giving him time to conform to that request, the execution of which would he a proof that he had heard me, I tore apart a sheet of paper ; then our guide, keeping his own experiment for the last, fired a pistol, the noise of which, by the same acoustic effect, was to seem to Jadin like the roar of cannon. Then we ran back to the upper extremity of the grotto, and there was Jadin smoking his cigar, hop- ping on one foot, and rubbing his ears. He had heard my words and the tearing of the paper per- fectly. As for the pistol-shot, which was quite unexpected, it had made him stone-deaf in the right ear. Our guide was triumphant. Jadin descended in the same way by which he had gone up, without other damage than his deafness, which lasted for the rest of the day. After a visit to the so-called tomb of Archimedes, we took our way towards the Greek theatre, driving before us myriads of lizards of all colours, the sole modern inhabitants of the old city of Neapolis. The theatre, one of the most interesting relics in Syracuse was built by the Greeks, at what period remains unknown. The following inscription cut into a stone, BA2IAI22AE e little inclined to start at once, had ordered the boat to be in readiness at three o'clock ; which left us half an hour for a bath, and an hour and a half for a siesta; so when the boatmen came to tell us all was ready, we were fresh and lively as if we had not quitted our beds since the evening before. We embarked in the Great Harbour. That was the scene of the famous naval battle between the Athenians and Siracusans in which the Athenians had twenty vessels burned and sixty sunk. Ten or twelve little boats of the size of the one we were in now compose the whole navy of Syracuse. Our first visit was to the river Alphcus ; honour to whom honour is due. The river Alpheus, as I 170 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS have already said, disappeared at Olympeium and reappeared in the Great Harbour not two hundred feet from the fountain of Arcthusa; the boiling of its waters is still visible on the surface of the sea, and it is said that if you dip a bottle to a certain depth it will fill with fresh water which is perfectly good to drink. Unfortunately we could not verify the fact ; an empty bottle lacking for the experiment. We next struck across the harbour in a straight line to the mouth of the Anapus, another river which is not without a certain mythological distinction, though it is better known through the rivulet Cyane, which it married, than for itself. In fact, the rivulet Cyane, which joins Anapus about a mile from its mouth, is all that there is of most distinguished in the aristocracy of nymphs, naiads, and hamadryads. It is not known exactly Avho were her father and mother, but it is an undoubted fact that she was cousin to that other Cyane, daughter of the river Meander, who was changed to a rock because she would not listen to a beautiful young man who loved her passionately and killed himself in her presence without his death causing her the slightest emotion. Ix't me hasten to say that her cousin was not of so hard a nature ; so she was changed into a fountain, which was formerly the metamorphosis used for all sensitive souls. Here is how that memorable change occurred; I will not give it in mv own language, but in that of Monsieur Renouard, the translator of Ovid's Metamorphoses. This passage, written in K).H, will give an idea of the manner in which antiquity was understood in the reign of Louis XIII., THE SPERONARA 171 surnamcd the Just not, as might be supposed, because he put to death Marsillac, Bouteville, Cinq- Mars, de Thou, and de Montmorency, but merely because he was born under the sign of the Scales. Pluto has just abducted Persephone and is bearing her in his chariot, he does not well know where ; at last he arrives in the neighbourhood of Ortvgia. Now for the translator : "Here lived Cyanc, the most renowned nymph that was then in Sicily, who has left in that land her name to waters that still bear it. She rose above the water-line to her stomach, and recognizing Per- sephone, came forward to help her. ' You shall not go farther,' she said to Pluto. * Why do you seek to be the son-in-law of Demcter by force ? Her daughter deserves to be won by gentle speeches, and not ab- ducted. To win her, you should entreat her and not force her. As for me, I tell you truly if I may put mv lowness in comparison with her grandeur that I once was loved by the river Anapus, but he did not have me in the marriage way. He sought my friendship long, and did not enjoy my body until he had first acquired my will/ Making these re- monstrances Cyane stretched her arms to right and left as far as she could, to prevent the chariot from passing on ; then Pluto, irritated, struck his trident, sceptre of his empire, with such force upon the ground that the earth split and made an opening for his dreadful horses, down which they went incontinently to the gloomy Palace of Shades with the prey they drew. Cyane's heart was so broken, both because she saw Persephone abducted and because she was 172 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS so contemptuously treated herself, that she conceived a mourning in her heart which could not be consoled. Feeding with tears her secret woe, she consumed her body until it melted away and turned into the very stream of which she had been the tutelary goddess. Little by little, her limbs were seen to soften, her bones lost their hardness and became pliable ; so did her nails, all the weaker limbs, also the hair, the fingers, the feet, the thighs became, first liquid for a body the less heavy it is the more quickly it changes to water then the shoulders, loins, sides, and stomach flowed in streams ; till at last the cor- rupted veins were full of water in place of blood, and of all her body nothing was left that could be held by the hand. 11 This translation had the greatest success at the Hotel de Rambouillet. Mademoiselle de Scudery thought the passage I have quoted a masterly thing; Chapelain delighted in it ; and Mademoiselle Paulet turned herself into a fountain every time the passage was read before her. The marriage of Anapus and Cyane was happy, if we may believe appearances, for the banks of the bed where they flow together are ravishing ; true walls of verdure, bending over to each other to form an arch both cool and shady. Here grows the papyrus, a gift from Ptolemy Philadelphia to Hiero II., a plant that has now died out of its native Egypt but still flourishes on the banks where King Hiero placed it. From time to time we came to vistas that seemed as if cut bv art, but were really mere accidents of nature, allowing us to see upon the left bank the ruins of THE SPERONARA 173 the Epipolae and on the right those of the Olym- peiinn, the famous temple of Zeus, built by Gelon ; the sole remains of which is a pair of columns. It was in this temple that the statue of the god stood covered with a golden mantle which Dionysius the elder appropriated on the ground that the garment was "too heavy for summer and too cold for winter."" Vcrres, amateur of art, admired the statue the more for the absence of the golden cloak, and sent it to Home. It was one of the three most beautiful statues of antiquity, the two others being, as is well known, the Venus Callipyge and the Apollo. Nearly opposite to these columns we passed be- neath a bridge of a single arch over the Anapus ; and a few yards farther on we came to the junction of the river and the brook. Then, in a spirit of gallantry we left the river to our right and con- tinued our way upon the brook Cyane. Nothing more charming than the twists and turns of the graceful stream between its banks of waving papyrus, that king of reeds ! Sometimes we came to delicious little pools, so clear that we saw their bottom ; sometimes to rapid currents, complaining, as if the voice of the nymph herself were telling Ovid of her sad metamorphosis; or again, to tiny islands the home of aquatic birds, who flew away at our ap- proach or plunged among the reeds, where we could follow their flight by the movement they gave to that forest of flexible stems. Thus we went on for nearly an hour till we came to the fountain of Cyane, a clear translucent pool one hundred feet in circumference. Here it was that Pluto struck the 174 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS earth with his trident and disappeared into Hell. So it is said that this pool is an abyss without a bot- tom. The people of the region call it Lapisma. It was around this spring that the Siracusans held yearly festivals in honour of Persephone, sacrificing a black bull to her manes; and as I stood up in the boat to drag from its depths a root of Ptolemy's papyrus (which afterwards flourished for years in my garden) a black bull pushed his head through the feathery branches and nodded, as if to say, " Times are better now."" On our way back, Count Gargallo ordered the boat- men to stop a moment in a delicious retreat shaded on all sides by huge tufts of papyrus, their fringed heads waving softly to the slightest bree/.e. It is here, tradition says, that the scene of the sisters Callipyge took place. The sisters Callipyge were, as everybody knows, Siracusans. They were not only the two richest heiresses of the city, but they were also the handsom- est women that could be seen from Megara to Cape Pachinum. Among the gifts that liberal Nature had been pleased to bestow upon them was that richness of shape from which their name is derived. One day, as the sisters were bathing together at the place where we now were, they began to dispute as to which of the two was the handsomer. The case was hard to decide by the interested parties themselves; so they called to a shepherd who was feeding his flock on the shore. The shepherd did not need a second call ; he ran up at once, and the sisters, issu- ing from the water in their dazzling nudity, told him THE SPERONARA 175 to judge the question. The second Paris gazed for a long time undecided, turning his ardent eyes from one to the other ; finally, he decided for the eldest. Delighted with his judgment, the fair nvmph offered him her hand and heart, which the swain, as will readily be believed, accepted gratefully. As for the younger, she made the same offer to the brother of the judge, who happened to come by at the mo- ment the judgment was given and declared it to IKJ false. The four young people then built a temple to Beauty, and as each pair continued to hold their own opinion, the rivals decided to appeal to poster- ity ; they caused the two best sculptors of the time to make the two Aphrodites that still bear their name ; one is in Naples, the other in Syracuse. Two thousand three hundred years have elapsed since that period, and posterity, undecided, has not yet given its judgment. Adhuc sub judice Us est, says Horace. Happy days, when shepherds espoused princesses! And such princesses ! Ah ! VII DEATH IN LIFE. A LIVING TOMB MY guide to the Epipolae had pointed out to me, close to the river Anapus, a little Gothic chapel which he asked me to visit, inasmuch as it had been the scene, about forty years earlier, of a terrible history which still occupies the minds of the people of the neighbourhood. I replied that I saw the chapel perfectly from the spot where we then were (the height of the Epipola?) and as the day was intensely hot I would content myself with hearing its history, which I asked him to relate. He said it was rather long, but eminently interesting, and he proved his words by telling me in substance the following facts : The chapel belonged to the San Floridio family, one of the oldest and most distinguished in Sicily. Built by an ancestor of the present marquis, it was chiefly used as the family sepulchre. An old tradi- tion had long been handed down respecting this chapel, which contained, it was said, not only the mortuary vaults, but also certain subterranean cel- lars, in which a Marchese di San Floridio had taken refuge during the Spanish invasion, and where, tra- dition added, he remained for ten years, regularly fed by his old servants, who, at the risk of their lives, THE SPERONARA 177 carried food and drink to him on stated days. A score of time's lie might have escaped, but he could never bring himself to quit Sicily, hoping always that the hour of her freedom would strike, and thinking that he then ought to be on the spot at the first signal. In 1785 there were two male scions of the family : the Marquis and the Count di San Floridio. The marquis lived in Messina, the count in Syracuse. The marquis was a widower without children, and lived alone with only two servants, a young girl about eighteen or twenty years of age, named Teresa, the foster-sister of a daughter he had lost, and a man of over thirty by name Gaetano Cantarello, the last descendant of the faithful servants who had served their master in his subterranean abode, the secret of which was handed down in the Floridio family from father to son. I have already given, apropos of Messina, an ac- count of the earthquake of 1795. The Marchese di San Floridio was one of the victims of that sad event. His two servants, Teresa and Gaetano, escaped; although Gaetano risked his life, it was said, by remaining an hour in the ruins of the house endeav- ouring to rescue his master. The Count di San Floridio, living in Syracuse, came into possession of his brother's wealth, which was immense, and the title of marquis. Ten yeai"* had gone by since that event, and the Marchese di San Floridio, who had rebuilt his broth- er's wrecked palace, passed his summers in Messina and his winters in Sracuse. But he never failed to 178 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS have mass said for the soul of his deceased brother in the mortuary chapel of the family on the day and hour of his death, which was nine in the evening. The tenth anniversary, in 1805, was about to be celebrated in the customary pomp, and with the addition of a new personage who plays a chief part in this history. I mean the young count, Don Ferdinando di San Floridio, who, having reached his eighteenth year, had just returned from the college of Palermo after finishing his studies. Don Ferdinando (now the present marquis) knew well that he bore one of the noblest names and would inherit one of the largest fortunes in Sicily. His instincts were those of a true gentleman. He was a handsome youth, with hair black as ebony, black eyes, a Grecian nose, and teeth of enamel, carrying one hand on his hip, his hat a little tipped to one side, and apt to jest, after the fashion of the period, at sacred things ; in other respects, an excellent horseman, strong on fencing, and swimming like a fish, things that are all learned in tlie college of nobles. It was said, moreover, that to these classic studies the beautiful ladies of Palermo had added others for which Ferdinando showed no less taste than he did for those in which he was proficient, although these feminine lessons were not on the college curriculum. At any rate the count was now returning to Syracuse, young, handsome, brave, and just at the age when every man thinks himself destined to become the hero of some adventure. This was how matters were when the anniversary of the death of the marquis arrived. The father THE SPERONARA 179 and mother of the young count informed him that lie would have to take part in the mortuary service. Don Ferdinando, who did not haunt churches and was, in fact, decidedly Voltairean, would have liked to avoid this nuisance, but he felt that he could not decently hold back from a family duty, and that any reluctance towards an uncle from whom he inherited an income of a hundred thousand francs would be more than improper. So he yielded with fairly good grace under the circumstances, and hav- ing put his father and mother into their litter he jumped as gaily into his own as if he were merely going to figure in a quadrille. A word here, in passing, on this charming Sicilian mode of travelling. The litter is a large chaise a portenrs, constructed generally for two persons, who, instead of being seated side by side, as in our modern coupes, sit facing each other as in the old-fashioned vis-a-vis. This litter is placed between two shafts or poles which are fixed to the backs of two mules. A servant leads one mule and the other is compelled to follow. It results that the motion of the litter, especially in so rough and broken a land as Sicily, resembles the pitching of a ship and causes the same sea-sickness. Consequently, the traveller usually holds in execration the person with whom he travels in this way. After an hour of such locomotion he squabbles with his best friend, and by the end of the first day they have quarrelled for life. Damon and Pythias, those classic models of friend- ship, had they travelled from Catania in a litter, would have fought a duel on arriving at Syracuse 180 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS and killed each other fraternally no less than did Eteocles and Polynices. On arriving at the chapel the young count found, contrary to his expectation, absolutely no one present except the priest, the sacristan, and the choir-boys. He cast a rather sulky look about him, took two or three turns around the little church, and ended, find- ing the pavement too hard for his knees, by sitting down in the confessional, where, being prepared for slumber by the motion of the litter, he was soon fast asleep. He slept the sleep of eighteen ; neither fugue, nor organ, nor De Profundis woke him. The service over, his mother looked for him on all sides, and even called to him in a low voice ; but the marquis, still sore and sour from his journey in the litter, told his wife that her son was a libertine, whom she spoiled by excessive maternal weakness, and that a church was certainly not the place in which to find him. So the marquise, accustomed to obey, got passively into the conjugal litter which started for home, followed by the empty machine, leaving the youth, by his father's orders, to get home as he could. Meantime Ferdinando was sleeping, safe and sound, in his confessional, dreaming, perhaps, that Princess M . . . the prettiest woman in Palermo, was giving him a swimming lesson in the basin of La Favorite, and snoring joyously to that sweet illusion. At two in the morning he woke, stretched his arms, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and thinking he was in bed, turned over and struck his head sharply against the corner of the confessional. The shock was so THE SPERONARA 181 rough that the young count opened his eyes wide and woke up thoroughly. At first he looked about him in amazement, having no idea of where he was ; little by little remembrance came to him, he recalled the circumstances of the night before and guessed the rest ; evidently his father and mother, not seeing him with them, had returned to Syracuse, little thinking that they left him behind them in the chapel. He went to the door and found it locked ; then he took out his watch, a repeater, and finding it half-past two in the morning, he reflected, very judiciously, that the gates of Syracuse would be closed, everybody asleep in his father's country-house, the Belvedere, and that, on the whole, though a confes- sional might not be as comfortable as his own bed, it was better than sleeping out under the stars. He returned therefore to his improvised alcove, shut his eyes, and endeavoured to resume the good sleep lately interrupted. He was dropping, little by little, into that interior twilight that is neither the day nor vet the night of thought, when his hearing the sense that is the last to goto sleep transmitted to him vaguely the sound of an opening door, which, as it opened, creaked on its hinges. The count sat up instantly, cast his eyes around the church, and saw, by the light of a lantern carried in his hand, a man bending down before the altar of the side chapel that was nearest to the confessional. Almost immediately, the man rose, wrapped the mantle, half Italian, half Spanish, which the Sicilians call fiferrajiulo, about him, blew out the lantern, and went softly down the whole 182 JOURNEYS WlfH DUMAS length of the little church, passing so close to the count that Ferdinando could have touched him with his hand, opened the door, disappeared, and relocked it behind him. Ferdinando remained mute and motionless in his place, partly from fear, partly from surprise. Our young count was not one of those iron souls that we read of in novels, one of those heroes who, like Nelson, ask at fifteen what fear is. No, he was merely a brave, adventurous voung fellow, super- stitious as men are in Sicily ; therefore, though at first he laid his hand on his sword to do battle with the apparition whatever it was, he was not sorry when it passed him evidently without seeing him. At first, he fancied he had to do with some dis- embodied being, perhaps an ancestor of his own, displeased at the partiality that gave an annual mass to the late marquis, and now issuing softly from his tomb to ask him for the same favour. But when the mysterious being raised the lantern to blow it out the gleam falling upon his face and figure showed the count a tall man forty to forty-five years of age, to whom a black beard and moustache and some inward preoccupation gave a stern and gloomy ex- pression of countenance. lie then knew that he had to do with a being of the same species though not of the same rank as his own. Naturally, there was no further question of sleep for the young man ; lost in a world of conjectures he passed the rest of the night with eye and ear on the watch, trying to find some solid base for the various edifices built up by his imagination. It was then THE SPERONARA 183 that he recalled the family tradition of a subterranean retreat in which a former Marchese di San Floridio, proscribed by the Spanish authorities and con- demned to death, lived hidden for ten years ; but he knew that his late uncle, the head of the family, had died without bequeathing the secret of this cavern to any one. Nevertheless, this recollection, incom- plete and incoherent as it was, cast a ray of light into the darkness around the subject ; the count bethought him that the secret which the present family believed had been buried in a grave might have been discovered accidentally by unknown persons. The first result of this new idea was to make him think of brigands, who possibly had made it their resort ; but presently he reflected that for quite a long time there had been no talk in the neighbourhood of any considerable robberies, or of any important murder. While the young count was making and unmaking a thousand conjectures, time went on and the first rays of the dawn began to appear ; it then occurred to him that if he wished to fathom, later, this singu- lar adventure he had better not let himself be seen in the neighbourhood of the chapel. He therefore clambered by the help of a few chairs to a window, opened it, let himself slip down outside, dropped with- out accident eight or ten feet, and reached Syracuse just as the doors were beginning to open. By means of a few piastres, he made the porter promise to tell the marquis and his mother that he returned the preceding night half an hour after they did. Thanks to this precaution, matters turned out as 184 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS he wished ; and when he appeared at breakfast the marquis was so easily satisfied by his excuses that he saw he might proceed at once to carry out a plan lie had resolved upon. Emboldened by his father's in- dulgence he spoke with apparent indifference of going to shoot in the Pantanelli. The marquis made no objection, and after breakfast the count, armed with his gun, followed by his dog, and furnished with the key of the chapel, started forth, promising his mother to bring her a dish of snipe for her dinner. He crossed the Pantanelli marshes to salve his conscience and muddy his gaiters and his dog, aimed at two or three snipe, which he missed, and reaching the chapel, went straight to the door, opened it, and locked it behind him without being seen. No wonder in that, for it was one hour after midday, and at one hour after midday no one in Sicily, unless he has been changed into a lizard, as Stellio was by Ceres, ever roams the fields. He began by going straight to the confessional ; from there he turned his eyes to the altar before which he had seen the man in the cloak stooping down. Then he went to the altar and sought on all sides for some opening; he found none. But on the right of the tabernacle his dog smelt the wall obsti- nately as if he had found a scent, and looked at his master with low and prolonged growls. Don Fer- dinando, who knew the instinct of the faithful ani- mal, felt certain that the mysterious man had passed through that portion of the wall; but in vain did he search, lie could find no traces of an opening ; and after an hour of useless effort he left the chapel, THE SPERONARA 185 hopeless of discovering by ordinary means the secret it evidently inclosed. In returning, he again passed through the marshes and, being a good shot and less distracted in mind than earlier in the day, he soon had an honourable bagful of snipe, teal, and rail, trophies which he deposited at the feet of his mother, declaring that he had had such good sport he meant, with his father's permission, to go and spend some days at Belvedere, and give himself up to the pleasures of the chase. The marquis, who was very accommodating whenever he was not about to go, or was going, or had gone in a litter, replied that he saw no objection ; the mar- quise endeavoured to make observations against that amusement ; but the marquis answered sharply that, on the contrary, sport was a pleasure essentially aris- tocratic and seemed to him marvellously well suited to a gentleman. Besides, in antiquity itself the chase was specially reserved to noblemen of the highest families: witness Meleagcr, son of TEneas and King of Calydon ; Heracles, son of Zeus and Semcle ; and, above all, there was Apollo, son of Zeus and Latona, that is to say, of a god and goddess, who l)orc no stain on his paternal and maternal quarterings, so that he might even, like himself, Marchese di San Floridio, be a Knight of Malta. The marquis knew very well there was a wide difference between the serpent Python, the lion of Ncmea, the wild-lx>ar of Calydon, and snipe, rails, and teal ; but take it alto- gether, his son, brave as he was, could n't kill any- thing but what he met, and if bv chance his dog should put up any sort of a monster it was very cer- 186 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS tain that Ferdinando would kill it. The poor mother could make no reply to so learned an harangue, so she contented herself with sighing, kissing her son, and begging him to be careful. That same evening Ferdinando established himself in the country-house of the Marchese di San-Florid io, about five hundred steps from the Gothic chapel, which in point of fact belonged to it. Whatever desire the young man had to renew his nocturnal experience, he was forced to await the mor- row ; he had to make acquaintance with the locali- ties, obtain the key of the park gate, and ask for certain information in the neighbourhood. These inquiries were without result. People re- membered to have seen from time to time in the village of Belvedere a man answering the description given by the count, but no one knew his name or where he came from. The gardener of the chateau, however, entering eagerly into the voung counts in- terest, promised to get more particulars regarding this unknown personage. That night Ferdinando went alone through the park gate, armed with his sword and a pair of pistols, to the chapel, locked the door behind him, stationed himself in the confessional, like a soldier in a sentrv- box, and watched till morning without seeing any apparition or any other event of the slightest interest. The next night, the night after, and the fourth night the count renewed the experiment without- obtaining anv result. lie began to believe he had dreamed, and that his dog had misled him by smell- ing rats. But in the course of the fifth day the THE SPERONARA 187 man in the cloak reappeared in the village, and the gardener set to work to obtain information. This, it must be owned, was very vague. The name of the man was unknown, but he was certainly very chari- table, for each time that he came to Belvedere he gave litaral alms. He usually stopped at the house of a peasant named Rizzo. The gardener went to see this peasant and questioned all the family, but learned nothing beyond the fact that the man in the cloak had come to their house several times to ask the names and addresses of the poorest inhabitants of Belvedere. Often he had given them money to buy food of all kinds, such as bread, ham, fruits, which he distributed himself among the poor. Two or three times he was accompanied by a young lad wrapped in a cloak, who seemed very sad. The peasants fancied that this lad was a woman, and had joked the stranger on the subject ; but he took the jest in bad part, and answered, in a tone that admitted of no reply, that the youth was a young priest, a relation of his, who could not get accus- tomed to life in the seminary, so he brought him now and then into the country to amuse him. All this, far from lessening the young count's curiosity excited it the more, and on the following night he was at his post, but neither that night nor the next did lie see anything of the man he was awaiting. At Lost, however, on the seventh night since that of their first encounter he heard the door turn on its hinges and then close ; an instant later a lantern shone out suddenly, as if it had been lighted in the church. It passed, as before, the confessional, 188 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS and by its gleam Ferdinando recognized the man of the cloak. This man walked straight to the side altar, raised the lowest of its three steps, and took out something that Ferdinando could not see ; then he approached the wall, appeared to insert a key in a lock, opened a secret door, which, being made between two pilasters, moved a whole section of the stones, closed the door behind him, and disappeared. This time the count was wide-awake: no doubt here ; this was not an illusion. The young man re- flected as to what he had better do. If it had been broad daylight, if there had been witnesses to ap- plaud his courage, if his feelings of pride had been excited in any way, he would have waited for the re- turn of the man, marched straight at him sword in hand, and demanded an explanation of the mystery. But he was alone, it was dark, there was no one to praise the grand air with which he put himself on guard ; consequently Count Ferdinando listened to the voice of prudence, and here is what prudence ad- vised him to do : The man had knelt before the altar, had raised a stone ; from under that stone he had taken some- thing; that something must be a kev, since with it he had ojK-ned a door. No doubt in going away he would put the key in the place from which he had taken it. Plainly, what the young count had better do was to wait quietly until he was gone, take the key, open the door himself and enter the subterra- nean cavern. The plan was so simple that it is no wonder that it occurred to Ferdinando's mind or that he fastened THE SPERONARA 189 upon it. This docs not, however, prevent, as some adventurous imaginations may suppose, the young count from being a very brave and very chivalrous young man ; only, as I have said, there was no one looking on, so prudence carried the day against pride. He waited nearly two hours. Four o'clock in the morning had just struck when the mysterious door opened ; the man in the cloak came out, lantern in hand, approached the altar, raised the stone, hid the key, replaced the step, passed once more within two feet of Ferdinando, blew out his lantern as before, and went out, locking the church door after him, and leaving the count alone in the church and well- nigh master of his secret. Whatever impatience Ferdinando felt to carry on his adventure, not having taken the precaution to bring a lantern, he was forced to wait until daylight. However, each moment's delay gave time for the man in the cloak to go farther away and one chance the more to Ferdinando not to be surprised. At the first rays of light he left the confessional, went to the altar, and raised the step ; but at first he saw nothing that resembled what he sought. At last, in a little hole, he saw a wooden peg, which, as he took it up, let fall into his hand a small round key, like that of a piano. lie examined it carefully, put the step back in its place, went to the wall, and guided this time by certainty, ended by discover- ing in the angle of the pilaster a small round hole, almost invisible on account of the shadow projected by the column. He introduced the key, and the 190 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS door turned on its hinges with a facility which its weight made surprising. He saw before him a dark corridor, the dampness of which came out to meet him and chilled him. Not a ray of light, not a sound of any kind. Ferdinando stopped. It would have been too imprudent to venture unprepared into that vault; some open trap might cruelly punish the curiosity of a rash visitor. He reclosed the door, and, satisfied with this beginning of discovery, he returned to the chateau determined to bring a lantern the following night, and push his investigation to its end. He spent the whole day in a state of agitation we can easily comprehend. Again and again he questioned Peppino the gardener, as if he could tell him some- thing more than he knew already. The worthy man could only repeat what he had said, adding how- ever, that the man in the cloak had been seen in the village the night before ; evidently he was the same man who had entered the chapel. At ten o'clock Ferdinando left the chateau with a dark lantern ; he was armed as before, with a sword and a pair of pistols. He entered the chapel with- out meeting any one on his way, raised the stone, found the kev, unlocked the door, and saw before him the dark corridor. This time, armed with his lantern, he boldly entered it. Hardly had he gone twenty steps before he came to a stairway, and at the foot of that stairway was a locked door, for which he had no key. Irritated by this new obstacle, he shook the door violently to see if it would not yield. It remained firm, and the young count saw that with- THE SPERONARA 191 out a file and pincers the lock could not be forced. For an instant he thought of calling for assistance, but the truth must be told at the moment he was going to shout an involuntary shudder seixed him, so mysterious and terrible did everything seem to him, even the sound of his own voice ! He therefore left the corridor slowly, closed the door behind him, replaced the key under the step, and went back to the chateau to obtain a file and pincers. On his way he met a man, whom he hardly distinguished in the darkness ; moreover, on per- ceiving him the man had crossed to the other side of the road, and when Ferdinando came near him, he turned sharply to the right and disappeared like a shadow among the papyrus and tall reeds that bordered the road. The count continued his way, not reflecting very much on this meeting, which was, after all, not unusual ; for in all parts of Sicily there are crowds of people who do not like to be approached at night. Nevertheless, as far as Ferdi- nando could make out, the man was wrapped in a cloak like the one that was worn by the man in the chapel. But this idea presenting itself to the young count's mind acted only as a spur the more to make him push the affair to its conclusion that very night. For several days he had been making little conces- sions to himself, which he now thought much too prudent ; and he made up his mind to settle the matter at once and recoil at nothing. At the chateau he found neither file nor pincers, but he did find a crowbar, which would serve him equally well to break down the second door instead 192 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS of opening it. At the point at which he had now arrived, it did not matter to him how the door was made to yield, provided it yielded. Armed with this new implement, and renewing the candle in his lantern, he returned to the chapel, approached the altar, raised the step, took up the peg, shook it but uselessly, the key was gone ! No doubt the man in the cloak had returned during his absence, and was now in the cavern. This time, as I have said, Ferdinando was firmly decided to recoil at nothing. He rose, pale but calm ; examined the priming of his pistols, made sure that his sword came freely from its scabbard, and walked to the wall to listen for any noise. As he did so, the door opened and he found himself face to face with the man in the cloak. Both, by instinct, made a step backward, and lighted each other mutually by the lanterns they held in their hands. The man in the cloak then perceived that the person with whom he had to do was almost a boy, and a disdainful smile came upon his lips. Ferdinando saw that smile, understood its meaning, and resolved to prove to the intruder that he was mistaken, and that he himself was indeed a man to be reckoned with. Then followed a moment's silence, during which they both drew their swords, for the unknown man wore a sword, though he had no pistols. " Who are you ? " asked the count imperiously, Ix'ing the first to break silence. " And what are you doing at this hour in this chapel?" " What are you doing here yourself, my little THE SPERONARA 193 gentleman ? " sneered the stranger ; " and who are you, if you please, to speak to me in that tone ? " " I am Don Ferdinando, son of the Marchese di San Floridio, and this chapel belongs to my family.' 1 " Don Ferdinando, son of the Marchese di San Floridio ! " repeated the stranger in tones of astonish- ment. " And why are you here at this hour? " " You forget it is for me to question you. Why are you here ? " " That, my young gentleman,"" said the stranger, coming out of the corridor, locking the door and taking out the key, " is a secret which, with your permission, I shall keep to myself, for it concerns only me." " All that passes here on my estate concerns me," replied Ferdinando. " Your secret, or your life ! " So saying, he touched the point of his sword to the breast of the stranger, who seeing its glitter, put it hastily aside with his own. " Ho ! ho ! " cried the young count, for rapid as the action had been, he recognized by the unusual way the parry had been made that his adversary was perfectly ignorant of the noble art of fencing. " You are not a gentleman, mv good friend, for you do not know how to handle a sword ; you are simply a clown, and that \s another thing. Your secret, or I "ll have you hanged ! " The man in the cloak gave vent to a roar of anger ; nevertheless, after making a step in advance as if lo lling himself upon the young count, he stopped and restrained the impulse. " No," he said, with some coolness. u No ! I have 13 194 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS a mind to spare you on account of the name you bear ; but it can't be done if you insist on knowing the purpose for which I come here. Retire instantly, forget that you have seen me, cease your visits to this chapel, swear upon that altar that no one shall ever know you met me here. The Floridios, I know, are men of honour ; you will keep your oath. On those conditions I will let you live." It was now Ferdinando's turn to roar. " Miserable wretch ! " he cried, "you threaten when you ought to tremble ! you question when you ought to answer ! Who are you ? what are you doing here ? where does that door lead ? Answer, or you are dead ! " And the count touched his sword for the second time to the other man's breast. This time the latter did not merely parry, he returned a thrust, flinging away his lantern to hide himself as much as possible from the thrusts of his adversary ; but Ferdinando, extending his left arm, lighted him clearly with his lantern, and a terrible struggle ensued between strength on one side and skill on the other. In face of danger Ferdinando had recovered all his courage ; for several seconds he contented himself by parrying with as much skill as coolness the inexperienced thrusts of his enemy ; then, attacking in his turn with his trained superior- ity he forced the man backward till he brought him to a stand against a column, where seeing the impos- sibility of further struggle, he thrust his sword with such violence into the man's breast that it not only went through his body, but blunted itself against the THE SPERONARA 195 column on the other side. Instantly he made one step in retreat, withdrawing his sword and putting himself on guard. A moment of dead silence followed, during which the count, turning the light of his lantern full on the unknown man, saw him put his left hand to his hrcast, while his right, which no longer had strength to hold the sword, dropped slowly, letting fall the weapon ; then the wounded man sank slowly to his knees saying as he did so : " I am dead ! " " If you are wounded as badly as you say," re- turned Ferdinando, not moving from his position for fear of being surprised, " I think you would do well to think of your soul, which does not seem to me in a state of grace. I advise you, if you have a secret to reveal, to lose no time. If it is a secret which I may hear, tell it to me ; if it can be revealed to no one but a priest, say so, and I will fetch one." " Yes,"" said the dying man, " I have a secret, and a secret which concerns you, if you really are, as you say, the son of the Marchese di San Floridio." " I told you, and I repeat it, I am Don Ferdi- nando, Count of San Floridio, sole heir of my familv." " Go to the altar and swear it on the crucifix." The count rebelled at the thought that a clown should refuse to believe his word, but reflecting that he owed some indulgence to a man about to die by his act he went to the altar, mounted the steps, and made the required oath. " That is well," said the wounded man, " now come nearer and take this kev." 196 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS The young man eagerly advanced and held out his hand, into which the dying man placed a key. The count felt at its touch that it was not the key of the secret door. " What key is this ?" he asked. " You must go to Carlentini," said the man, evad- ing an answer to the question ; " there you must ask for the house of Gaetano Cantarello; you must enter that house alone alone, do you hear me ? In the bedroom, at the foot of the bed you will find a tile marked with a cross ; beneath that tile is a coffer in which are sixty thousand ducats ; you will take them : they are yours." " What is all this tale ? " asked the count. " I don't know you ; I don't wish to inherit money from you." "Those sixty thousand ducats belong to you. They were stolen from your uncle, the Marchese di San Floridio of Messina, by me, Gaetano Cantarello, his servant. It is not an inheritance ; it is a restitution." " Inheritance or restitution, I don't care which," cried the count. " I am not searching for sixty thou- sand ducats ; that is not the secret I wish to know. Here," he added flinging the key to Cantarello, " take back the key of your house, and give me in exchange the key of this door ; " and he pointed to the wall. " Come and take it," said Cantarello in a dying voice, " I have no strength to give it to you ; here, here in this pocket." Ferdinando advanced without distrust and leaned over the dvinj; man. Hut the latter sei/ed him THE SPERONARA 197 suddenly with his left hand and with the desperate strength of dying power, while with the right he grasped his sword and struck the young man a blow which luckily deflected, causing only a comparatively slight wound. " Ah ! miserable traitor ! " cried the count, snatch- ing a pistol from his belt and discharging it point- blank at Cantarello. " Die as a dog and a reprobate if you will not repent as a Christian and a man." Cantarello fell over, this time quite dead. Ferdinando stooped over him, his second pistol in hand for fear of surprise; then, very certain there was nothing to fear, he searched the body carefully ; but nowhere, in no pocket, could he find the key of the secret door. Doubtless, in the struggle Canta- rello had flung it behind him, hoping in that way to prevent his adversary from obtaining it. Then the count picked up his lantern which he had let fall, and began to search for the key leading to the secret which continued to escape him in so singular a manner. At the end of a few minutes, weakened by loss of blood from his wound, he felt his head humming as if all the bells of the chapel were ringing at once ; the pillars that supported the roof seemed to detach themselves from the floor and walk round him ; he fancied the walls were closing in and would smother him like those of a tomb. With a mighty effort he sprang towards the door of the chapel to breathe the open air; but before he had made ten steps in that direction his weakness overcame him and he fell unconscious. When Don Ferdinando came to himself he was 198 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS lying in a bedroom of the chateau Belvedere, his mother weeping beside him, the marquis walking with great strides up and down the room, and the doctor preparing to bleed him for the fifth time. Peppino the gardener, through whom the young count had made such frequent inquiries about the man in the cloak, had felt anxious at seeing his master go out so late ; he had followed him at a dis- tance ; hearing the pistol-shot he entered the chapel and found Ferdinando unconscious and Cantarello dead. The young count's first words were a question as to whether the key had been found. The marquis and his wife exchanged anxious looks. " Do not be uneasy,'" said the doctor ; " after so serious a wound, there is nothing surprising in a little delirium." " I am perfectly calm, and I know very well what I am saying, 11 declared Ferdinando. " I ask if the key of the secret door has been found, a little key, made like the key of a piano."" " Oh ! my poor child ! " cried the marchesa, clasp- ing her hands and raising her eves to heaven. "Tranquillize yourself, madam,' 1 said the doctor, "it is only a passing delirium; after this fifth bleeding " Go to the devil, you and your bleeding, doctor ! " cried the patient. " You have drawn more blood out of me with your miserable lancet than Canta- rello with his sword." 1 "Oh ! he is mad ! he is mad ! " sobbed his mother. " Well, in any case, my dear father," said Ferdi- THE SPERONARA 199 nnndo, " my madness will serve your interests, for I have recovered for you sixty thousand ducats which you thought you had lost, but which are now at Calentini, at the foot of Cantarello's bed, under a tile marked by a cross ; you can send and get them and see if I am mad. Let me alone, doctor ; what I want is a good roast chicken and a bottle of Bordeaux wine, and none of your cursed bleedings." It was now the doctor who raised his eves to heaven. " My child, my dear child ! " cried the marchesa ; "do you wish to make me die of grief?"" " Is another bleeding absolutely indispensable ? " asked his father. " Absolutely," replied the doctor. " Well, then, we must call in four of the servants and have him held by main force on the bed while you operate." " Good God ! " cried the count, " there "s no need of all that. Is it going to give you a vast deal of pleasure, my dear mother, to see me bled ? " " Yes, because they say it will do vou good." " Here, doctor, here ""s my arm ; but it is to be the last time, you know." " Yes, the last time," said the doctor, " provided it relieves the head and causes the delirium to disappear." The doctor performed his operation, but as the count was already horribly weakened he could not support this fresh loss of blood and he fainted again ; fortunately this return of unconsciousness lasted only a few moments. While thev were bleeding him against his will 200 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Ferdinando made certain reflections ; he saw that if he talked any more about the key of the piano, the buried money, and the secret door, they would think him still delirious, and bleed and re- bleed him till all his natural strength was gone. Consequently, he resolved to say nothing more of those matters, but to keep himself to himself and ac- complish entirely alone an enterprise he had begun alone. So the young count came out of his second unconsciousness with the meekest disposition in the world ; he kissed his mother, saluted his father re- spectfully, and held out his hand to the doctor, say- ing that he felt it was to his great art he owed his life. At these words the doctor declared the delirium had entirely disappeared, and answered for his patient's recovery. Ferdinando then risked asking for a few details as to what had happened. lie learned that the gar- dener had followed him, and hearing a pistol-shot had entered the church and found him lying ten paces distant from a dead man, in a condition not far re- moved from that of the corpse. These questions on his part naturally led to others on the part of his father and mother. But Ferdinando simply answered that having entered the church out of curiosity l>ecause in passing he fancied he heard a noise there, he had been attacked by a tall man whom he believed lie had killed. He added that he was very desirous to thank the gardener for his /eal, and he requested that Peppino should be brought to see him. They promised that if on the morrow he should con- tinue to get better his request would be granted. THE SPERONARA 201 That very evening, as the marquis and his wife, profiting by a doxe of their patient, had gone to supper, Ferdinando, waking up, heard the voice of 1'eppino at his door, asking about the condition of his young master. Instantly Ferdinando called out to the servants to let him in. The footman on service hesitated, but Ferdinando reiterated the order in so imperative a tone that on the count's promise that he would keep him only a few moments the man admitted him. " Peppino," said Ferdinando as soon as the door was closed, " you are a brave fellow, and I regret now I did not put more confidence in you. You can earn a hundred onces if you choose to obey me, and obey only me." " Speak, my young lord," replied Peppino. " What have they done with the man I killed ? " " Taken him to the village church, where his body was shown in order to get it recognized." "Has it been recognized ? " Yes." " For whom ? " " The man with the cloak who went to the Ri/./osV " Hut his name ? " " Not known." " Good. They searched him ?" " Yes, but they found nothing on him but money, flint, tinder, and a match. All those articles are on view at the judge's house." *' Among them was there a kev ?" " I think not." '" (io to the judge's house; examine those articles 202 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS minutely, and if there is a key come back and tell me what shape it is. If there is no key, go to the chapel and hunt all round the column near which the body lay ; you will find two keys." * Two ? " " Yes ; one, a good deal like the key of this secre- tary ; the other, small and round, like the key of a piano here ! like that one over there. Do you understand ? " " Perfectly." " Whether you find one, or whether you find two, you are to bring whatever you find back to me but only to me, mind you." " To no one but you, that 's agreed." " Come to-morrow, Peppino." " To-morrow, Excellency." " By the bye ! come when my father and mother are at breakfast, so that we can talk at our ease." " Good ; I '11 watch the time." " The hundred onces will be ready for you." " They will be very welcome, your Excellency, see- ing that I am going to marry that daughter of llix/o, a fine slip of a girl." "Hush! here's my mother coming back. Go through that closet, and down by the little staircase, so that she may not see you." Peppino obeyed. When the marchesa entered she found her son alone and perfectly himself. The next day at the hour agreed upon, Peppino returned. He had executed his commission with admirable intelligence. Among the articles at the judge's house was an ordinary key like that of a THE SPERONARA 203 secretary. Having made sure of this fact, Peppino went to the chapel and made such a thorough search that on the opposite side of the altar he had found the second key, made like that of a piano. No doubt Contarello had flung it as far away from him as he could. The young count sei/ed it eagerly ; he saw it was the very same that he had found under the first step of the altar, the one which opened the door of the corridor. He hid it under the pillow of his bed. Then, turning to Peppino, he said : " Listen. I don't know when I shall be able to get up ; but, at all hazards, have ready in your own house for the moment when I shall want them, two torches, pincers, a file, and a crowbar, and try not to be out of your own house at night for the next fifteen days." Peppino promised the count to have ready the articles required, and went away. I-ieft alone, Ferdinando wanted to see how much strength he had, and he tried to rise. But scarcely did he get into a sitting posture before he felt every- thing twirling about him. His wound was not seri- ous, but the doctor's bleedings had so weakened him that, seeing he was likely to faint again, he lay down as fast as possible, fully understanding that before he attempted any further action he must wait till his strength came back. So he remained all that day and all the morrow very quiet, showing no signs of delirium beyond demanding from time to time chicken and Bordeaux wine. But, as will readily be believed, the doctor considered those demands exorbitant and even crazy ; 204 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS he said they denoted the remains of fever which must Ix? combated ; so he ordered herb broth to be severely continued, and talked of a sixth bleeding if these symptoms of disordered appetite, which indi- cated weakness of the patient's stomach, were not subdued. Ferdinando took the hint, and seeing that lie was absolutely at the doctor's mercy, he resigned himself to the herb broth. At the end of another ten days, being really well and allowed to move about the house, he sent for Peppino, and as soon as he was alone with him asked for news of what had happened during his confine- ment. Nothing had happened ; all was in precisely the same state. The name of the dead man, who had now been buried, was still unknown ; no one had entered the chapel, but peasants passing the place at night said they heard groans and the sound of chains being rattled underground, proof positive that the deceased had died in his sins, and that his soul had come back to ask the pravcrs of him who had so violently and unexpectedly driven it from his Ixxlv. All this only made Ferdinando the more determined to carry out his original intentions, and he resolved to attempt the enterprise at once. Consequently, he told the tale to Peppino, ordered him to keep it secret, and to be ready with torches, crowbar, pincers, and file at the little park gate leading from the chateau to the chapel on the night but one follow- ing. Peppino promised all that his young master wished. Everything went on as planned : Ferdinando, no longer nursed and watched, left the chateau soon THE SPERONARA 205 after midnight, met Peppino at the little gate, and together they entered the chapel. The impression on Don Ferdinando was deep when he found himself again at the spot where he had gone through such violent emotions and run so terrible a danger ; but none the less did he advance with a firm step towards the secret door, noting on his way the stains of Cantarello's dried blood which still reddened the pavement about the column at the foot of which he had fallen. Ferdinando turned aside with an involuntary shudder, made a circuit, looking askance and in silence at the traces Death had left in passing ; then he went straight to the secret door which he opened without difficulty. Once in the corridor the two young men lighted each a torch and continued their way, went down the stair- case and found the second door. In an instant they had broken it in; but as it opened so noxious an exhalation issued through it that both were obliged to step back several paces in order to breathe at all. Don Ferdinando then ordered the gardener to go back and set the first door open, so that the outer air could enter these subterranean vaults. Peppino went back, fixed the door open, and returned. Fer- dinando, impatient, had already continued his wav, and Peppino saw the light of his torch shining brilliantly in the distance. Suddenly the gardener heard a cry and rushed towards his master. Ferdi- nando was leaning against a third door, which he had just opened ; so horrible a spectacle had met his eves that he could not repress the cry at which Peppino hastened to him. 206 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS This third door opened into a low vaulted cellar in which were three dead bodies : that of a man fastened to the wall by a chain that went round his Avaist ; that of a woman lying on a mattress ; that of a child fifteen or eighteen months old lying on its mother. Suddenly the young men quivered ; they thought they heard a moan. The man and woman were really dead, but the child still breathed ; its mouth was glued to a vein in the arm of its mother, and it seemed to owe its prolonged existence to the blood it had sucked. Nevertheless, the babe's weakness was so great that it was evident if prompt care were not given to it. nothing could save it ; the woman appeared to be dead for some hours, the man for two or three days. Don Ferdinando's decision was rapid and such as the gravity of the case demanded : he ordered Pep- pino to take the child; then, convincing himself that no other creature dead or living was in the vault, except the man and woman (who were un- known to both the young men), he closed the door, left the cave hastily, closed the secret exit, and fol- lowed by Peppino made his way to the village of Belvedere. As they went along Peppino gathered an orange, and squeezed a little of the juice on the lips of the child, which opened its eyes, but shut them instantly, laying its hands upon them and moaning as if the light had painfully dazzled them. But as, at the same time, the child opened it gasp- ing mouth, Peppino renewed his experiment, and the child, though still keeping its eyes closed, seemed to revive a very little. THE SPERONARA 207 Don Ferdinando went straight to the judge, told him word for word what had happened, showed him the child in proof of what he said, and summoned him to go with him to the vault to draw up the proccfi-verbal and identify the dead. Then, accom- panied by the judge, he went to the doctor's house, left the baby in charge of the doctor's wife, and all four went to the chapel. Everything there was in the same state as when Ferdinando and Peppino left it. The proems-verbal began. The body chained to the wall was that of a man some thirty-five or thirty-six years of age, who seemed to have struggled fearfully to break his chain ; his twisted arms were stretched towards his wife's mouth, and covered with wounds made by his own teeth, seemingly those of despair more than of hunger. The doctor declared that he must have been dead about two days. The man was totally unknown both to him and to the judge, and to the young count. The woman may have been twenty-six or twenty- eight years old. Her death seemed to have been rather quiet. She had opened a vein with a knitting- needle, no doubt to prolong the life of her child, and had died of weakness, as already said. The doctor judged she had been dead but a few hours. She seemed, like the man, a total stranger to the village, neither the doctor nor the judge nor the count could recall having ever seen her. Near the head of the women and against the wall was a broken chair covered with a petticoat. The judge moved the chair and it was then seen that it had been placed there to hide a hole made at the 208 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS base of the wall. This hole was large enough for ;i person to pass through it, but it stopped at a depth of four feet. Examination being made of this hole, it proved to have been hollowed by the use of a wooden instrument that the Sicilian women call a mazzarello ; it is the same that our women slip through their belts to hold their knitting-needles. They also found beneath the mattress such is the power of the will, the strength of despair several large stones from the foundation of the wall, which must have been wrenched bv this woman with no assistance other than her hands and that frail tool. The earth, as well as the stones, had been covered by the mattress, no doubt to conceal them from whoever watched these prisoners. The examination went on. In a depression of the wall a bottle was found in which there had been oil ; a jug in which there had been water, an extinguished lamp, and a tin cup. Another depression in the wall was blackened and calcined, showing that fire must have been lighted several times, although there was no vent at all by which the smoke could escape. A table stood in the middle of this cellar. The judge, as he placed himself at it to write, noticed a second tin cup, in which was a black liquid ; near this cup was a pen, and on the ground three or four sheets of paper. It was then seen that these sheets were covered with very small, fine writing, ill-spelt, but legible. Search was instantly made for other O * pieces of paper, and two were found in the straw that lay beneath the body of the man. These sheets of paper did not seem to have Ix-cn hidden intention- THE SPERONARA 209 ally, but rather to have fallen accidentally from the table and been scattered bv the feet. As the pages were numbered they could be put together and read consecutively. The judge read them aloud, and here is what he read : " In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, so be it : I write these lines in the hope that they may fall into the hands of some charitable person. Whoever that person may be, we implore him in the name of all that he holds most dear in this world and the next, to take us out of the tomb in which we have been shut up, my husband, my child, and myself, for several years, without having deserved in any way this awful punishment. My name is Teresa Lentini. I was born at Taor- mina ; I must now be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. Since the moment when we were shut up in this cellar where I now write, I have been unable to count hours or separate day from night; I have had no measure for time. We have been here a very long time; that is all I know. I was at Catania, in the household of the Marchese di San Floridio, where I was foster-sister to the young Contessa Lucia. The young countess died in, I think, 1798 ; but the marchesa, whom I re- minded of her dearly beloved daughter, wished to keep me near her. bhe died too, that good and worthy marchesa ; God keep her soul ; she was beloved bv every one. I then wished to go back to my mother, but the II- 210 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Marchcse di San Floridio would not permit it. He had with him, as steward, a man whose ancestors had been in the service of his own ancestors during five or six generations; this man knew all about his property and all his secrets, a mail, in short, in whom he had the greatest confidence. His name was Gaetano Cantarello. The marquis was resolved to marry me to this man, that we might both, he said, remain with him until his death. Cantarello was a man about twenty -eight to thirty years of age; handsome, but with rather a hard face. There was nothing to say against him ; he seemed an honest man ; he was neither a gambler nor dissolute. He had inherited from his father and received from the kindness of the marquis a con- siderable sum for a man in his position; it was therefore a good match for me, considering my poverty. But when the marquis spoke to me of this project I trembled, in spite of myself, and wept. There was something in the frowning eyebrows of that man, in the savage expression of his eyes, in the harsh tones of his voice, that frightened me instinctively. It is true, I heard all my companions say how lucky I was to be loved by Cantarello, and that Cantarello was the handsomest man in Messina. I asked myself within me whether or not I was cra/y to judge my betrothed in this way. I blamed my- self for being unjust to that poor Cantarello, but all the same, I not only had an instinctive repulsion for him, but I did not conceal from myself that I had just the opposite sentiment for a young vine-dresser in the neighbourhood of Paterno, named Luigi Pol- THE SPERONARA 211 lino, who was my cousin. We had loved each other as friends from childhood and we could not have told, ourselves, at what time friendship had changed to love. Our despair, his and mine, was great when the marquis made known his projects about Cantarello and me, all the greater because my mother, who saw in this marriage a rise I could never have hoped to make, abandoned entirely the interests of poor Luigi to take up those of the rich steward, and ordered me to renounce my cousin and think of no one in future but his rival. This happened at the beginning of the year 1783; the marriage day was fixed for March 15th, when the 5th of February, that day of terrible memories, arrived. All the preceding day, the 4th, the sirocco had blown, so that every one was stupid with the torpor which that wind brings with it. The Marchese di San Floridio was held fast by the gout in his apartment, where he was lying on a cliuise longue. I was sitting in the next room so as to run to him at his first call if by chance he needed anvthing, when suddenly a strange sound hurtled through the air, and the palace began to rock like a vessel at sea. Presently the wall between my room and that of the marquis was split apart wide enough to pass a hand through it, while the parallel wall crumbled down and the ceiling, being without support on that side, came down to the floor. I threw myself to the opposite side to avoid the crush, and I was thus caught as it were under a roof. At the same moment I heard a loud crv from the marquis's bed-chamber. 212 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS I was close to the fissure made in the wall ; I applied my eye to it. A falling beam had struck the mar- quis on the head and he had rolled from his chair to the floor quite bewildered. I was about to run to his assistance when I saw Cantarello enter the chamber through the door that was opposite to me. At the sight of his unconscious master, Cantarello's face assumed such a strange expression that I shud- dered with terror. He looked all about him to see if he was alone ; then, certain that no one was there he sprang upon his master ; I thought at first he meant to succour him, but I was soon undeceived. He detached the rope-belt that fastened the marquis's dressing-gown and wound it round his neck ; then pressing his knee against his master's chest he strangled him. In his death-throes the marquis opened his eves, and no doubt recognized his mur- derer, for he held out to him his clasped hands. I gave an involuntary cry. Cantarello raised his head. "Is any one there?" he asked in a terrible voice. It was then that I saw in their full expression of ferocity those frowning eyebrows, that look which had always, even when his face was calm, so terrified me. Trembling and nearly dead with fear, I kept silence and sank down upon the floor. Presently, as no one came, I rose, and applied my eyes once more to the crack ; for I forgot the danger I ran in remaining in a palace that might crumble to pieces at any moment, so grasped and fascinated was I by the dreadful scene that was passing before mv eves. The marquis lav upon the floor without move- ment and evidently dead. Cantarello was standing THE SPERONARA 213 before a secretary, which all of us knew to be full of gold and bank-notes, for never was the key left in it, and we knew that the marquis carried that key upon his person. Cantarello took gold and bank- notes by the handfuls and thrust them into the pockets of his clothing ; then, when he had taken all, he pulled from the marquis's bed the corn-stalk mattress, tipped the secretary over upon the mat- tress, heaped the chairs on the secretary, and put- ting a brand from the stove to the pile, he set fire to it. Then, as soon as he saw flames beginning to rise, he rushed through the door by which he had entered. As this is a deadly accusation, which I bring against a human being, I swear before God and before men that my tale is true ; and that I neither add to nor withhold any of the facts that passed before my sight. The marquis was dead ; the flames were making frightful progress; shocks still shook the palace so that it seemed at every instant as if it must come down. The instinct of self-preservation then awoke in me ; I dragged myself out of the wreck and rubbish that surrounded me on all sides ; I reached a staircase and went down it like one in a dream, not treading on the steps. Behind me the stairs were engulfed. In the vestibule I suddenly came face to face with Cantarello. I uttered a crv, he tried to take me under the arm and lead me awav, but I sprang into the street crying for help. The streets were full of flving persons ; I mingled with the crowd ; I was lost in its flood, which pushed me 214 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS before it and with it to the great square. I had lost Cantarello from -sight, and that was all I cared for at the moment. The day went by in dreadful fears, then night came. Most of the houses in Messina were in flames : the conflagration lighted the streets and squares like a lurid and terrifying day. Still, .a little tranquillity seemed to come with the night ; the dead were reckoned by their absence ; the living were searched for; whoever had father, mother, brother, or friend, called them bv name. I had no one ; mv mother lived at Taormina. I was sitting in silence, my head on my knees, and seeing over and over again ceaselessly the horrible deed I had witnessed the day before, when all of a sudden I heard my name called in tones of unspeakable dread. I raised my head ; I saw a man running from group to group like a madman. It was Luigi. I rose, and pronounced his name ; he saw me, gave a cry of joy, bounded towards me, took me in his arms, and bore me awav like an infant. I let him do it; I flung my arms about his neck and closed my eyes. All around us I heard cries of terror; through my eye- lids I saw red gleams ; at times I felt the heat of flames. At last, after perhaps half an hour, the pace at which we were going slackened, then it stopped. I opened my eyes ; we were out of the town ; Luigi, worn out with fatigue, had dropped on one knee and was supporting me against the other. On the hori/on, Messina was burning and crumbling down with mighty moans. I was saved, I was in my Luigi's arms, I was out of the power of that infamous Cantarello, I thought so at least. THE SPERONARA 215 I rose eagerly. " I can walk," I said to Luigi. " Let us flee, let us flee ! " Luigi had recovered breath ; he was as ardent to carry me off' as I to go ; he passed his arm around my body, and we resumed our course. On reaching Contessi, we saw a man who was driving from the half-destroyed village five or six mules. Luigi went to him and proposed to buy one of them which was all saddled ; the price was settled in an instant. The mule paid for, Luigi mounted it and I sprang up behind him. By daylight we reached Taormina. I ran to my mother's house ; she had thought me dead, poor woman ! I told her that the marquis was dead, the palace burned ; I told her, too, that I should have died twenty times over but for Ltiigi ; I threw myself at her feet, and swore that I would rather die than belong to Contarello. She loved me ; she yielded. Luigi entered ; she called him her son, and it was agreed that on the morrow I should become his wife. That which made her the more willing was that I had lost every- thing by the death of the marquis. The position I occupied in his household was above that of ordinary servants ; therefore I had no fixed salary. From time to time the marquis made me gifts of money, which I sent at once to my mother. Besides this, as I have said, he promised to give me a dowry. This dowry, I knew, was to be 10,000 ducats, but no writing secured it and the marquis had made no will ; the money, though pledged, was not a debt. The family were ignorant of the promise, and not for the world would I have tried to claim it as a 216 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS right. I had, therefore, really lost all by the death of the marquis, and my mother, who had so obsti- nately refused to marry me to Luigi was now, I think, glad at the bottom of her soul that his feel- ings for me had not changed, as might well have been the case with Cantarello. Besides, she really loved me ; she had seen my distaste for the latter change into insurmountable aversion, and now heard me swear in tones of truth that I would die sooner than belong to that man. Had Cantarello been there to claim me, she would, I think, have left me free to choose between him and his rival. The day went by in attending on both sides to the duties of religion. The priest was asked to be ready the next morning at ten o'clock ; our relations and friends were notified that we should receive the nuptial benediction at that hour. As for Luigi, he had long had neither father nor mother, and no relations near enough to make it a duty to notify them. These were sad auspices for a marriage. Though the earthquake was less felt at Taormina, built as it is upon a rock, than at Messina and Catania, the town had not been exempt from shocks, which might at any moment become violent. Hut God kept us safe for this time, and daylight dawned without serious accident. Ten o'clock struck, and we went to the church accompanied by nearly the whole village. On entering, I fancied I saw a man hiding behind a pillar in the darkest corner of the church. Simple and natural as the presence of inquisitive persons was, my eyes, whether from instinct or pie- THE SPERONARA 217 sentiment could not detach themselves from that figure. The mass began ; but just as we knelt before the altar the man came out from behind the column, advanced towards us, and placing himself between the priest and me, said : " This marriage cannot go on. 1 " "Cantarello !" cried Luigi, putting his hand in his pocket to get out his knife. I seized his arm forcibly, though I felt that I turned pale myself. " Do not disturb a divine ceremony," said the priest. " This marriage cannot go on, 1 " repeated Cantarello, in a louder and more imperious voice than before. " Why not ? " asked the priest. " Because this woman is my wife," replied Can- tarello, pointing his finger at me. " I ! the wife of that man ! " I exclaimed ; " he is mad.' 1 '' "It is you, Teresa, who arc mad," he said, coldly ; " or rather who have lost your memory. Do you not remember that the Marchese di San Floridio had long betrothed us to each other, and that on the very evening before the earthquake I mean on the 4th at midnight we were married in his chapel with himself as witness, married by his own chaplain? " I gave a cry of terror, for the marquis and the chaplain were both dead, and neither could bear testimony on my behalf. " Have you committed this sacrilege, my daugh- ter?"" asked the priest, coming towards me with an air of doubt. 218 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS "Father! 11 I cried, "by all that is mast snored in the world I affirm " "And I,"" said Cantarello, stretching his hand towards the altar, " I swear " No perjury ! " I cried, " no perjury ! Have you not crimes enough already for which you must render an account to God? " Cantarello quivered and looked at me fixedly as if he wished to read to the bottom of my soul; but this time, instead of terrifying me, his glance gave me fresh strength, for in it I saw an appearance of terror. I profited by that moment of fear. " rather, 11 I said to the priest, " this man is a poor mad creature who has loved me ; I can attribute the crime he has attempted here to-day only to the excess of his love. Let me speak to him, I beg of you, in a low voice, near the altar, but in presence of you all ; and I hope to make him repent and own the truth." 1 Cantarello burst out laughing. *' The truth ! 11 he cried, " I have told it ; there is no power on earth that can make me say otherwise. 11 " Silence! " I answered, " and follow me. 11 God gave me a mysterious, unheard-of strength, of which I should never have supposed myself capable. The priest came down from the altar. I signed to Cantarello to follow me; he did so. All present formed a wide semicircle around us ; Luigi alone stood forward, his hand on his knife and never taking his eyes from us. "Teresa," said Cantarello, in a low voice and speaking first, as if he feared what I might say, THE SPERONARA 219 " why have you broken the promise you gave to the Marchese di San Floridio ? Why do you force me to have recourse to these means ? " " Because," I answered, looking fixedly at him, " I do not choose to be the wife of a thief and a murderer."" Cantarello turned pale as death ; but with that exception nothing showed that the blow I had given him struck home. " Thief and murderer ! " he repeated laughing ; "you will explain to me those words, I hope." " I have but one explanation to give you : I was in the next room and I saw all through a crack in the wall." " What did you see ? " asked Cantarello. " I saw you enter the chamber of the marquis at the moment when he was struck by the beam ; I saw you rush upon him ; I saw you strangle him with the rope of his dressing-gown ; I saw you force open the secretary, and take everything gold and bank-notes ; then I saw you pull the straw mattress from the bed, overturn the secretary, chairs, and sofa upon it, and set fire to the pile with a brand from the stove. It was I who uttered the cry that made you raise your head ; and when you met me below in the vestibule and I fled you, you thought I was pale with terror, did you not ? No, it was horror." u Your story is not ill-imagined,'''' said Cantarello. " No doubt you hope it will be believed." " Yes ; for it is not a bile, but a terrible reality.' 1 ' 1 " What proof have you ? " 220 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS "Proof?" " Yes ; you must give proofs. The palace is burned, the body is consumed, the secretary that contained this imaginary gold and bank-notes is in ashes. Yes the proof! what proof have you?" Doubtless God inspired me. " Then you do not know what happened ? " " What happened ? " "After your departure, after you had quitted the town to hide your stolen money in some secure retreat, the servants of the marquis assembled and in a tranquil moment they went up to his room. The body was found intact, brought down to the chapel, and the marks of strangulation were plainly seen around the neck. The secretary is in ashes, yes ; the bank-notes are burned, yes ; but gold neither melts nor burns. The servants know that that secretary was full of gold ; they will search for the rolls of it; they will not find them; then I shall tell them where they can be found, and when the cellars and gardens of your house in Catania are thoroughly searched they will be found." Cantarello uttered a sort of low growl that I alone could hear ; I saw that he hesitated whether to stab me on the spot or not, at the risk of what might result. " If vou make a movement," I said, recoiling a step, "I will call for help, and you are lost. See." It was as I said; Luigi and three young men, our relations, stood ready to rush upon Cantarello at the first sign I made them. Cantarello gave a side glance at them, saw their hostile intentions, and seemed to reflect a moment. THE SPERONARA 221 "And if I withdraw, if I quit Sicily, if I leave you to be happy with your Luigi, what then? " "Then I will hold my tongue." " What assures me of that ? " " My oath." " And your husband, will he know what hap- pened ? " " Not so long as you leave us in peace, and do nothing to trouble us." " Then swear." I extended my hand to the altar. "O my God!" I said in a low voice, "receive the oath that I make to never tell to living soul what I saw at the palazzo San Floridio during the day of the 5th. Hear the oath that I make to the murderer and thief to conceal his crime from all the world as though I were his accomplice, and never, directly or indirectly, reveal it to any one." " Even in confession ? " " Not even in confession ; unless," I added, " lie himself releases me from this oath by attempting some further persecution." " Swear by the blood of Christ." " By the blood of Christ, I swear it." " Father," said Cantarello, going down the steps of the altar and addressing the priest, " I am a poor sinner; forgive me and pray for me. I lied; this woman is free." Then, having said these words in a tone that seemed as if repentance alone had brought them from his lips, Cantarello passed the group of young men, Luigi and he exchanging looks, the one of JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS disdain, the other of menace, and with firm step, wrapping himself in his cloak, he reached the door of the church and disappeared. The marriage ceremony, so strangely and unex- pectedly interrupted, was completed without further incident. On our return to the house Luigi asked me what had passed between Cantarello and myself; and what power I had over him to make him obey me as he did. I answered that, as he must have seen, I had made an oath, and that oath was to keep total silence. Luigi did not insist ; he knew that no entreaties could make me break a promise thus solemnly made, and I never perceived that he had any unpleasant recollection of my refusal. We went to live in Luigfs house. It was a pretty little house, standing alone in a vincvard a couple of miles from Paterno, on the other side of the Gravitta, on the road to Centorbi. As for Cantarello, he had left Sicily, so they said, and no one had seen him since the moment when he quitted the church at Taormina. Nothing had transpired in regard to the murder or the theft, and no suspicion existed that the Marchese di San Floridio was not killed accident- ally. For three years Luigi and I were the happiest creatures upon earth : our only grief was the loss of our first child. But God soon after sent us a second, full of vigour and health, and we began to forget our first loss however sorrowful it was. Our child was put out to nurse at Feminamorta, a little village about six miles from our house, and every Sunday we went to see it, or else its nurse brought it to THE SPERONARA 223 One night it was the night of December 2d and 3d, 1787 some one rapped violently on our door. Luigi rose to ask who it was. " Open," said a voice, " I come from Feminamorta ; sent by the nurse of your child." I gave a cry of terror, for a messenger sent at that hour boded no good. Luigi opened the door. A man in peasant's dress stood by it. " What is it ? " asked Luigi ; " is our child ill ? " " It was taken with convulsions at five o'clock,* 1 said the peasant, " and the nurse sends you word that if you do not make haste and come she is afraid the poor innocent will die before you can have the com- fort of kissing it." " A doctor ! " I cried, " a doctor ! can we not fetch one from Paterno ? " " Useless," replied the peasant, " it would only delay you, and the village doctor is with the child." Then, as if hurried himself, he started back along the road to Feminamorta at a run. " If you get there before us," Luigi called after him, " say that we are following you." " Yes," replied the peasant from a distance. We dressed in haste, weeping ; then, locking the door behind us, we started for Feminamorta ; but, half-way there, as we were passing a spot narrowed by rocks on both sides, four masked men sprang upon us, knocked us down, bound our hands and legs, and put a gag in our mouths and a bandage on our eyes. Then, calling up a litter borne on the backs of mules, they made us get into it, Luigi and me, locked 224 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS the door with a key, and started off along the high- way, the mules going at a fast trot. We went on thus for four or five hours; then we stopped; an instant later the door of the litter opened and we felt, from the eold dampness about us, that we must l>e in some sort of grotto ; then they removed our g^ rs - " Where are we ? and where are you taking us ?" I a-sked at once, and so did Luigi. " Eat and drink, 11 said a voice that was wholly unknown to us, while some one loosed our hands, leaving our legs bound ; " eat and drink, and con- cern yourselves about nothing else. 1 '' I tore the bandage from my eyes. As I had sup- posed, we were in a cavern ; two masked men were guarding the entrance, pistol in hand, while the two others handed us wine and bread. Luigi pushed awav the wine and bread when offered to him and made an attempt to undo the ro|>e that bound his legs. One of the men pointed a pistol at his breast. " Another movement, and you are a dead man, 1 ' he said. I entreated Luigi to make no resistance. They offered us the bread and wine again. " I am not hungry or thirsty,"" said Luigi. " Nor I, either," I added. " As you please, 11 said the man who had already spoken, "but you will please allow us to bind your hands, gag you, and blindfold you, as before. 1 ' "Do what you like," I said; "we arc in your power." THE SPERONARA 225 " Infamous wretches ! " muttered Luigi. " In Heaven's name," I said to him, " make no re- sistance, Luigi ; don't you see that these men are not wishing to kill us. Have patience, and they may have pity upon us." To this hope, which I uttered in tones of distress, a man's laugh replied ; but that laugh made me shudder to the depths of my soul. I recognized it. I had already heard it in the church of Taormina. Beyond a doubt we were in the power of Cantarello, and he was one of the four masked men who escorted us. I held out my hands and let them gag me sub- missively. Not so Luigi ; a struggle took place between him and the man who tried to gag him; but the three others came to the assistance of their companion, and Luigi was bound and gagged by force ; then they blindfolded him and closed the doors and curtains of the litter upon us. I cannot say how many hours we remained thus ; it is impossible to measure time in such a situation. It is probable that we spent the day in the grotto, our captors not daring to march except by night. I do not know what Luigi felt, but as for me, I burned with fever and my hunger and thirst were extreme. At last the litter was again opened. This time we were not unbound ; they simply took the gags from our mouths. As soon &s I could speak I asked for drink ; they put a glass to my lips. I emptied it at a gulp, and then they re-gagged me as before. I had not taken time to taste the drink they had given me, which was like wine, though it had a 1$ 226 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS curious taste that I did not know ; but whatever the liquor was it refreshed me ; moreover, I presently felt a calmness that I should have thought impos- sible in a situation like mine. This calmness was not without a certain charm. I believed I saw, although my eyes were bandaged, luminous phan- toms passing before me and saluting me with gentle smiles. Little by little I fell into a state of apathv that was neither sleeping nor waking. I fancied that airs, forgotten since my youth, were murmuring in my ears ; from time to time I beheld bright gleams crossing like flashes of lightning the darkness of the night ; and I saw rich palaces brilliantly illuminated, and beautiful meadows all covered with flowers. Presentlv I felt myself taken up and carried into a bower of oleanders and honeysuckle, where I was laid on a mossy bank and saw above my head the beauteous starry sky. Then I began to laugh at the fears I had felt when I thought myself a pris- oner; I saw my child, who ran joyfully up to me; only, singular thing ! it was not the living child, but the dead one. I took him in my arms ; I questioned him about his absence ; he told me that one morning he awoke with angel's wings and rose towards heaven ; but when he saw me weep so much he had asked God to let him come back to earth. Finally, all these things became, little by little, indistinct, and con- fused with one another ; then I fell, almost without transition, into a heavy, deep, dark, dream less sleep. When I woke we were in the cave where we are to-day ; I free, Luigi chained to the wall. A table stood between us ; on this table was a lamp, some THE SPERONARA 227 food, wine, water, and glasses ; against the wall the remains of a fire by means of which Luigi\s chain had been riveted. Luigi was sitting, his head on his two knees, plunged in such deep grief that I roused myself, rose, and went to him without his hearing me. A sob, which escaped my breast against my will, drew him from his dejection. He raised his head and we fell into each other's arms. It was the first time since our abduction that we vcrc able to exchange our thoughts. Like me, though he had not distinctly recognized Cantarello, lie was convinced that we were his victims. They had given him, as they had to me, a narcotic drink which made him lose all sensation, and he had only just wakened when I woke myself. The first day we could not eat. Luigi was gloomy and mute; I sat, weeping, beside him. After a time our sorrow softened at the thought that we were still together. At last the need for food came so violently that we ate ; then followed sleep. Life went on for us, without liberty, without daylight. Luigi had a watch. During our journey it had stopped either at midday or at midnight ; he wound it up ; it did not tell us the real time, but at least it gave us an imagi- nary time by the help of which we could measure actual time. We had been sei/ed and carried off on the niirht o of a Tuesday to Wednesday. We calculated that we had waked up on Thursday morning. At the end of twenty-four hours we made a line on the wall with a piece of the charred stone. One day had thus gone by ; it was now Friday. Twenty-four hours 228 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS later we drew another line; it was now Saturday. At the end of the same time we drew another line, but longer than the first two; that line marked Sunday. We spent that holy day of our Lord in prayer. Eight days went by thus. At the end of those eight days we heard steps that seemed to be coming down a long corridor. These steps came nearer and nearer ; our door opened. A man enveloped in a large cloak entered, holding a lantern in his hand ; it was Cantarello. I held Luigi in my arms ; I felt him tremble with anger. Cantarello approached us, and I felt Luigi's muscles contract and distend successively. I was certain that if Cantarello came within the length of the chain Luigi would bound upon him like a tiger and there would be a mortal struggle between the two men. There came to me then a thought I should have supposed impossible that I might be more wretched than I really was. I called out to him to come no nearer. lie comprehended the cause of my fear ; without replying he opened his cloak and showed me that he was armed. Two pistols were in his belt and a sword hung at his side. He placed upon the table fresh provisions ; these, like the first, consisted of bread, smoked meats, wine, water, and oil. The oil was especially precious to us ; it was light for our lamp. I knew now that light was one of the first needs of man. Cantarello went out and closed the door without any other words having passed but those I had said to prevent him from approaching Luigi, and without THE SPERONARA 229 his making any sign beyond the gesture that showed me he was armed. It was then that, feeling certain I was released from my oath, I for the first time told all to Luigi. When I had finished speaking he sighed deeply. " lie means to make sure of our silence,"" he said. " We are here for the rest of our lives. 1 " A burst of laughter came from behind the door. Cantarello had stopped there ; he had listened and heard all. We knew then that we had no hope but in God and in ourselves. We began, after this, to make a careful inspection of our dungeon. It is a species of cellar ten feet wide and twelve feet long, with no other issue than the door. We sounded the walls ; they seemed to us solid. I went to the door and examined it ; it was of oak and secured by two locks. There was little chance of escape, and besides, Luigi was chained round the waist and by one foot. Nevertheless, for nearly a year hope never aban- doned us altogether ; for that whole year we meditated on every possible means of escape. Every week, punctually, Cantarello brought us our weekly pro- visions. Strange ! little by little we grew so ac- customed to his visit that, whether from resignation or from the need of an instant's relief to our solitude, we ended by looking forward to his coming with a sort of impatience. Besides, hope, which can never be extinguished, made us always believe that Can- tarello at his next visit would have pity on us. Hut time went by ; Cantarello reappeared with the same impassible and sombre face, and went away usually 230 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS without exchanging with us a single word. We continued to mark our days upon the wall. A second year went by. Our existence became wholly mechanical ; we remained whole hours stupe- fied, and, like animals, we only issued from this stupefaction when the need to eat or drink roused us from our torpor. The sole thing that seriously occupied our minds was care that our lamp should not go out and we be left in darkness ; all else was indifferent to us. One day, instead of winding up his watch, Luigi broke it against the wall ; from that day we ceased to measure hours, time no longer existed for us, it had dropped into eternity. Nevertheless, as I had noticed that Cantarello came regularly every eight days, I made a mark upon the wall each time he came, and that replaced in some degree our watch ; but I, too, wearied of this useless count, and after a while I ceased to mark our gaoler's visits. An indefinite time elapsed ; it lasted several years. I became pregnant. This was a very joyous and very painful feeling both. To become a mother in a dungeon ; to give life to a human being without giving it light as well; to see the child of one's womb, a poor innocent creature not born as yet, condemned to a torture that was killing us ! For our child's sake we returned to God, whom we had almost forgotten. We had prayed to him so long for ourselves and he had not answered, that we had come to believe he did not hear us ; but now THE SPERONARA 231 we prayed to him for our child, and it seemed to us that our voice must pierce to the very bowels of the earth. I said nothing to Can tarello. I was afraid, I know not why, lest this news might inspire him with some dark design against us or against our child. One day he found me sitting on my bed and suckling my child. At that sight he quivered, and it seemed to me that his harsh face softened. I threw myself at his feet. " Promise me that my child shall not be buried forever in this dungeon, and I will forgive you," I said to him. He hesitated a moment, then, passing his hand over his forehead, he said, " I promise it." At his next visit he brought what was necessary to clothe my child. Meantime I was fading away visibly. One day Can tarello looked at me with an expression of pity I had never before seen on his face. "You will never," he said, "have strength to suckle that child." " Ah ! " I replied, " you are right ; I feel that I am almost extinct. It is air I want." " Will you come out with me ? " asked Cantarello. " Out ! and leave Luigi and my child ? " " They will stay here to answer for your silence." " Never ! " I said, " never ! " Cantarello took up in silence his lantern which he had placed upon the table, and went away. I know not how many hours we remained without speaking, Luigi and I. 232 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS "You did wrong,"" said Luigi at last. " Why should I go out ? " I asked. " You could have seen where we are ; you would have noticed where he took you ; you might have found some way to reveal our existence and obtain for us the pity of men. You did wrong, I tell you." " Very well," I answered, " if he speaks of it again I will go." And we dropped back into our habitual silence. Eight days went by. Cantarello appeared ; be- sides our usual provisions he brought a rather large package. " These are men's clothes," he said ; " when you decide to come out, put them on ; I shall know what that means and I will take you with me." I did not answer ; but at his next coming Can- tarello found me clothed as a man. " Come," he said. " One moment," I cried. " Will you swear to bring me back ? " " In one hour you will be here again." " I follow you." Cantarello walked before me, locked the first door, and I saw we were in a corridor. In this corridor was a second door, which he opened and then locked ; we mounted ten or twelve steps and came face to face with a third door. Cantarello turned to me, drew a handkerchief from his pocket, and bandaged my eves. I let him manage me like a child ; I felt so completely in that man's power that even a remark seemed to me useless. THE SPERONARA 233 After I was blindfolded he opened the third door, and I knew that we were entering another at- mosphere. We made forty steps on a pavement, some of which resounded as if they covered cellars, and I judged we were in a church. Then Cantarello let go my hand and opened another door. This time I felt by the impression of the air that we were out of doors, and without giving time for Cantarello to uncover my eyes, without reflecting on the conse- quences that might come of my impatience, I tore off the handkerchief. I fell upon my knees, so beautiful did the world seem to me ! It must have been about four in the morning ; day was beginning to break ; the stars were disappearing one by one in the sky ; the sun was about to rise behind a chain of little hills. I had before me a vast horizon ; to my left, ruins, to my right, meadows and a river ; before me a town ; beyond that town the sea. I thanked God for having permitted me to see once more these beautiful things which, notwith- standing the twilight, dazzled me so much that I was forced to close my eyes, so weakened was my sight by the gloom of our dungeon. During my prayer Cantarello closed the door. It was that of a church, as I had thought ; but to me an unknown church ; I was perfectly ignorant of the place I was in. No matter; I forgot not the slightest detail : and this was easy, for the whole landscajxj was reflected in my soul as in a mirror. We waited till the sun had risen ; then we walked 234 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS towards a village. On the way we met two or three pei-sons who saluted Cantarello with an air of ac- quaintance. On reaching the village we entered the third house on our right. At the farther end of the 7'oom, near the bed, sat an old woman spinning ; near the window was a young woman, about my own age, who w r as knitting ; a child, two or three years old, was rolling on the floor. These women seemed accustomed to see Cantarello ; yet I remarked that not once did they call him by name. My presence astonished them. In spite of my clothes, the young woman recognized my sex, and made a few jokes about it in a low voice to my conductor. " lie is a young priest, 11 he said in a stern tone, "a young priest, a relative of mine, who is moped at the semi- nary ; and from time to time I take him out with me to amuse him." As for me, I must have seemed besotted to those who looked at me. A thousand confused ideas were jostling in my mind ; I asked myself whether I had better cry out for help, tell all, and denounce Can- tarello as thief and murderer. Then I checked my- self, reflecting that every one seemed to know and respect him, while I was unknown ; I should be .taken for some madwoman escaped from a cell, and no attention would l)o paid to me; or, if it happened otherwise, Cantarello might flee, might rush through the church and cut the throats of my husband and child. He had said they should answer for my con- duct. Besides, how could I find them without him? The door through which we had left the church might be so secret, so well hidden that it would be, THE SPERONARA 235 perhaps, impossible to discover it. I resolved to wait; to take counsel with Luigi, and decide with- out rash haste what we had better do. After a few minutes, Cantarello took leave of the two women, passed his arm under mine, went down a little alley to the hanks of a stream, followed it for a mile along its course which brought us out near to the church ; then, making a circuit, he took me under the porch through which we had come out. There he blindfolded me, opened the door, and closed it behind us. Again I counted forty steps. Then the second door opened ; I felt the cold, damp im- pression of an underground place. I went down twelve steps ; we reached the third door ; then the fourth ; it creaked on its hinges ; Cantarello pushed me, still blindfolded, into the cellar and closed the door behind me. I tore off the bandage and found myself again with Luigi and my child. I wanted to tell Luigi at once all that I had seen ; but he made me a sign with his finger on his lips that Cantarello might be listening behind the door to hear what we should say. I sat down on the mattress that served as my bed and nursed mv child. Luigi was not mistaken ; at the end of an hour or thereabouts, we heard steps departing softly. Weaned by our silence, Cantarello had doubtless decided to wait no longer. Nevertheless, in spite of this appearance of solitude we did not think ourselves safe as vet; we waited several hours longer, and then I went to LuigPs side and in a low voice told him all that I had seen, without omitting a single detail, or forgetting a single circumstance. 236 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Luigi reflected a moment; then asking me in his turn certain questions, to which I answered affirma- tively, he said : " I know where we are ; these ruins are those of the Epipolae ; that river is the Anapus ; this town is Siracusa ; and this chapel is that of the Marchese di San Floridio." " Oh, my God ! " I exclaimed, remembering the old history of a Marchese de San Floridio who, in the days of the Spaniards, had passed ten years in a subterranean retreat so carefully hidden that his most rabid enemies had never been able to dis- cover it. " Yes, that is it," said Luigi, comprehending my thought. " Yes, we are in the vault of the Marchese Francesco, and as much hidden from the eyes of men as if we were in our tomb." I then understood how fortunate it was that I had not yielded to the impulse that prompted me to cry for help. " Well ? " said Luigi, after a long silence, " have you any hope ? have you formed any plan ? " " Listen," I said. " One of those two women, the youngest, looked at me with interest ; it is she to whom we must contrive to tell who we are and where we are." " How can that be done ? " I went to the table and took two pieces of white paper in which fruit was wrapped. " We must," I said, " put aside and conceal all the paper we can get hold of from this time on ; I will write upon it our miserable story, and some day, THE SPERONARA 2.'37 when I am taken out I will give it to that young woman. 1 ' " But if, in spite of that, they cannot find the entrance to the cellar, if Cantarello, being arrested, keeps silence, we shall still remain buried in this tomb." " Would it not be better to die than to live thus ? " " But our child ?" said Luigi. I gave a cry and darted to my child. God for- give me ! I had forgotten it ; its father was the one who remembered it ! It was settled that I should follow the plan I proposed ; only, I must be careful to forget nothing that could guide a search. After this, we let time elapse, but this time with impatience, for a gleam of hope was on the hori/on, distant as it was. In order not to awaken Cantarello\s suspicions, I was forced to hide my ardent desire to go out again. lie, on his side, seemed to have forgotten what he had offered me. Four months went by with- out my saying a word ; but I fell back into a state of marasmus so evident that one day, finding me lying on mv mattress without strength to move and pale as death, he said : " If you wish to go out in a week from now, get yourself ready and I will take you." I had strength enough not to show the joy I felt at this proposal ; I merely made him a sign with my head that I would obey him. During the time that had elapsed since my first out-going, we had put aside all the paper we could 238 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS lay hands on, and there was now enough on which to write the detailed history of our misfortunes. On the day named Cantarello found me ready. As on the first occasion, he walked before me to the second door; there he bandaged my eyes. After that all happened as before ; at the door of the church I took oft' the bandage. We came out at nearly the same hour as the first time; it was the same scene, the same sight, and yet, strange to say, I thought it less beautiful. We walked to the village and entered the same house. The two women were there as before, one spinning, the other knitting. On a table was an inkstand and pens; I leaned against the table and slipped a pen into my pocket. During this time Cantarello talked with the young woman in a low voice. It was of me they spoke, because she kept looking at me in speaking. I heard her say to him : " He does not get used to the seminary, your young man ; for he is sadder and paler than the last time you brought him." 1 As for the old woman, she did not say a word and never lifted her eves from the spinning-wheel ; she seemed to be an idiot. At the end of about ten minutes Cantarello put my arm, as before, under his, took the same allev, and went down to the bank of the little river. While we followed this path I said to Cantarello that I should like to have needles and cotton for knitting; and he promised to bring them. As we returned towards the church I noticed that we must be nearly at the end of autumn ; the harvest was over, so was the vintage. I understood then why THE SPERONARA 239 Cantarcllo had not taken me out for four months. He waited till the labourers had quitted the fields. At the door of the church he bandaged my eyes. I entered, led by him and making no resistance. I counted the forty steps and then \ve stopped. I comprehended that during this pause Cantarello was searching in his pocket for the key. I heard him feeling along the wall for the lock ; I knew his back must be turned to me; I lifted my bandage quickly and as quickly replaced it. It was but a second, but that second sufficed. We were in the chapel to left of the altar ; the door in the wall must be between the two pilasters. That is where the entrance must be looked for until it is found ; for it is precisely and positively there. Cantarello saw nothing. The two doors opened successively before us, and as the third closed behind me I found myself again in our dungeon. Luigi and I preserved the same silence as before ; and it was not till I thought it impossible that Cantarello should still be there that I drew the pen from my pocket and showed it to Luigi. He made me a sign to hide it, and I slipped it under my mattress. Then I sat down beside him and whispered every detail of my excursion. The discovery I had made of the position of the secret door in the church was a precious circumstance, and with the precise informa- tion I was now able to give, it was certain that a searcher could find the lock, and the lock once dis- covered the way was direct to us. I let one day pass without attempting to write. 24-0 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS but I took one of our tin cups, and in it I diluted in water some of the black soot that remained on the calcined wall ; then I dipped my pen in the mixture and found to my great joy that it served me well in place of ink. The next day, after invoking God and the Madonna, I began to write this manuscript, which contains an exact recital of our unhappy fate, and the very humble, very urgent prayer to any Chris- tian into whose hands it may fall, to come as soon as possible to our rescue. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, so be it ! " [A cross was drawn below these words; after which the manuscript continued ; but the form of the nar- rative was changed ; it was now of the present and not of the past. In place of the recollections of six or eight years, it was a daily record, notes and pass- ing impressions jotted on the paper at the moment thev were thought or felt.] " To-day Cantarello came as usual ; besides the ordinarv provisions he brought the cotton and the knitting-needles which he had promised me. The manuscript and the pen were hidden, the tin cups were rinsed and clean upon the table. lie perceived nothing. () my God ! protect us. Three weeks have gone by ; Cantarello savs noth- ing of taking me out again. Can he suspect some- thing? Impossible. To-day he stayed longer than THE SPERONAUA 241 usual and he looked me in the face. I felt myself redden as if he had read my hope upon my forehead ; then I took my child in my arms and rocked it, sing- ing, so troubled was I. " Ha ! you sing," he said ; " you think yourself not so badly off as I supposed you did."" " It is the first time I have done so since we have been here." " Do you know how long you have been in this subterranean place ? " " No," I answered ; "the first two or three years I kept count of the days ; but I saw it was useless and I ceased to take the trouble." " You have been here nearly eight years," said Cantarello. I sighed ; Luigi uttered something like a roar of rage. Cantarello turned round, looked at him with contempt, and shrugged his shoulders. Then, with- out a word about taking me out, lie went away. So it is eight years that we have lived locked up in this cellar. O my God ! my God ! you heard it from his own lips. Eight years ! What have we done to suffer thus ? Nothing ; you know that well, my God ! Santa Maria del Rosario, pray for us ! Oh ! listen to me, hear me, you, whose name I do not know ; you, my only hope ; you, woman like me, mother like me, have pity on my sufferings, hear me, listen to me ! Cantarello has just gone out. Two months and a half have gone by since he spoke to us ; but to-day Iti JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS he offered to take me out n week hence ; I agreed. In eight days he will come and take me ; in eight days my fate will be in your hands ; your eyes, your words, your whole person seemed to show interest in me. My sister in Jesus Christ, do not abandon me ! You will find this history near you after I leave vour room. On my eternal salvation, on the grave of my mother, on the head of my child, I swear it is the truth, the pure truth, that which I shall tell to God when he calls me to him ; and to each of my words the angel who accompanies my soul to the foot of his throne will say, shedding teal's of pity : " Lord God, it is "true ! " Listen to me therefore. As soon as you have read this manuscript, go to the judge ; tell him that a mile away from him, three miserable beings have been buried alive for eight years a husband, a wife, a child. If Cantarello is your relation, your ally, your friend, say nothing more than that to the judge, and I swear to you, on the Madonna, that once out of this tomb not a word of accusation shall pass my lips ; I swear it on this cross which I draw, and may God punish me in my child if I fail to keep my sacred promise ! Tell him nothing but this : " Three human Ix'ings, more miserable than any creatures ever were before, are close beside us ; we can save them ; take level's, crowbars ; there are four doors, four massive doors to break through before we can reach them. Come, I know where they are, come ! " And if he hesitates, fall at his knees as I fall now at yours, and implore him as I am now imploring you. Then he will come, THE SPERONARA 243 for where is the man, where is the judge who will refuse to save three of his fellow-beings, especially when they are innocent ? He will come ; you must walk before him and lead him straight to the church. You must open the door ; you must lead the judge to the chapel on the right, that in which there hangs above the altar a Saint Sebastian pierced with arrows. When you reach the altar listen to me there are two pilasters to your left ; the door must be be- tween those two pilasters. Perhaps you cannot find it at first ; it is wonderfully hidden, so it seemed to me ; perhaps on striking against the wall the wall may not reveal an opening, for remember this the wall itself forms the entrance to these subter- ranean caverns ; but the entrance is there, be sure of it, and do not allow yourselves to be disheartened. If the door escapes your search, light a torch, put it close to the wall ; I tell you that you will end by finding some imperceptible lock, some invisible chink, which is there. Rap, rap ; perhaps we shall hear you, know you are there, and that will give us the courage of hope. You will know that we are behind that wall awaiting you, praying for you ; yes, for you, for the judge, for all our liberators whoever they may be yes, I will pray for them all the days of my life as I am praying now. It is quite clear, is it not, all that I have told you above ? In the church of the Marchese di San Floridio, the chapel to the right, that of Saint Sebastian, between the two piL'isters. Oh ! mv God, my God ! I tremble so in writing this to my deliverer, that I know not if it can be read- 244- JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS I would I knew your name, to repeat it again and again in my prayers. But God, who knows all, knows that it is for you I pray, and that is all that is needed. Good God ! something has happened such as never happened before since we have Ixxni here. Cantarello came two days running. Has he been followed? Does he suspect anything ? Has any one a suspicion of our existence? Is search being made for us ? Oh ! if there be some succour, some human being who is helping us, help him, O Lord ! come to his aid ! Cantarello entered at a moment when we least expected him. Happily these papers were hidden. He entered and looked about him on all sides; he struck the walls ; then, feeling sure that all things were in their usual state he said to me : " I have returned Ixrause I think I forgot to tell you that, if you wish, I will take you out with me next week."" " I thank you," I replied, "you told me so." " Ah ! I told you, did I ? " said Cantarello, with an absent air, " very good ; I took unnecessary pains in coming back." Then he looked about him again, sounded the wall in two or three places, and went away. We heard him go to the other door and lock it. Then, ten minutes later, or thereabouts a species of detonation was heard, like that of a pistol or musket shot. Is it a signal made to us ? Can it be, as we have hoped, that some one is watching over us ? THE SPERONARA 245 For four or five days nothing new has happened ; as far as I dare to trust my own calculation, to- morrow Cantarello will fetch me ; to-morrow this paper will reach your hands, O my deliverer ! Prob- ably I shall add nothing to this narrative, nothing to this last supplication that I address to you do not abandon us to our despair ! O, charitable soul ! have pity upon us ! My God ! my God ! what has happened ? Either I am mistaken and it is impossible I should be mistaken by two whole days or the day when Cantarello always comes has passed, and Cantarello has not come. I judge, moreover, by our provisions, which he never failed to replenish on every eighth day ; they are finished, and he comes not. My God ! are we reserved for something even worse than we have suffered up till now ? My God ! I dare not say even to you what I fear, such terror have I lest the echoes of this abyss should answer : Yes ! Oh ! my God, are we destined to die of hunger ? Time goes by time goes by he comes not ; not a sound is heard. My God ! we consent to stay here eternally, never to see again the light of heaven ; but our child ! He promised to release my child, my poor child ! Where is he, that man whom I never saw without horror, and whom I now long for as a saviour god ? Is he ill ? O Lord, restore him to health ! Is he dead without having time to leave to others the hor- 246 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS rible secret of our tomb ? Oh ! my child, my poor child ! Happily my child has my milk and suffers less than we do but without food, my milk will dry ; only one bit of bread remains to us, one only. Luigi says he is not hungry and gives it to me. Oh ! my God, be witness that I eat it for my child my child, to whom I will give my blood when my milk fails. Oh ! something worse ! something more dread- ful still ! the oil is exhausted, our lamp is going out ; the darkness of the tomb before our death ! the lamp, the light that was life ; darkness that will be death and agony besides ! Oh ! now, since there is no more hope for our bodies, you, whoever you be that will descend into this awful tomb God ! the lamp is going out ! pray, pray for our souls." The manuscript ended there ; the last four words were written crookedly ; they must have been added in the dark. What happened after, no one knows but God ; the death struggle must have been awful. The piece of bread given by Luigi to his wife prolonged her life by nearly two days, for the doctor declared there must have been an interval of thirty- six to forty hours between the death of the husband and that of the wife. This prolongation of the life THE SPERONARA 247 of the mother had prolonged that of the child ; thus of these three hapless beings the weakest alone survived. The reading of this manuscript was done in the vault itself, mute witness of the deaths of Luigi and Teresa. It left no doubt or obscurity whatever on the events that had taken place ; and when Don Ferdinando had added his testimony, the whole matter became clear and intelligible to the minds of all. On his return to the village Ferdinando found the child already better; he immediately sent a mes- senger to Feminamorta to learn what had become of the first child of Luigi and Teresa. It was still with the worthy couple to whom it had been in- trusted ; and its board had been punctually paid by some unknown person, doubtless, Cantarello. Don Ferdinando, with the consent and approval of his father, declared that henceforth his family would take charge of the two unfortunate orphans and provide for them and also for the obsequies of Luigi and Teresa; besides which, the Marchese di San Floridio, who was proud of his son's brave enterprise, established a perpetual fund for masses for the repose of their souls. VIII A SHARK. PANTELLARIA WE had now seen in Syracuse all that Syracuse offered of interest ; we had only to make provision of the necessary wines, to which important acquisition we devoted the evening ; at the close of which we sent our casks on board the speronara, following them ourselves after embracing our learned and amiable count, who at parting gave us letters for Palermo. We found our ship's company, as usual, joyous, nimble, and ready to sail ; all of them, even our cook, had profited by the two days 1 rest to recover themselves. Cama awaited us on deck, anxious to cook our supper ; for the poor devil, it must be said, was full of good-will, and as soon as he could stand upon his legs he made for his saucepans. Unfor- tunately, we had dined with Gargallo, which left us no possibility of profiting by his eagerness as to supper. Upon our refusal, he fell back on Milord, who, always ready, now swallowed, with suitable ad- mixture of bread and potatoes, the succulent maca- roni intended for Jadin and me. We had left the captain suffering somewhat from rheumatism in the loins ; willing or unwilling, I was forced to play doctor, and I ordered friction with camphorated brandy. The captain had used that THE SPERONARA 249 remedy once, and, whether it was imagination or reality, he declared that he felt better and promised to continue the prescription. The weather was magnificent. I have already said that nothing is finer, nothing more poetic than night on the coasts of Sicily, between that sky and that sea which seem two sheets of azure embroid- ered with gold. So we stayed rather late upon deck playing at some sort of game invented by the crew, in which the loser was compelled to drink a glass of wine. Needless to say that after two or three les- sons we became more skilful than our masters, and that they lost perpetually ; Pietro especially was desperately unlucky. Towards midnight we retired to our cabin, leaving the deck to the captain, who had arranged a species of platform on which he lay flat on his stomach to give more facility to Giovanni in executing the pre- scription I had given him for rheumatism. We were scarcely in bed before we heard a piercing cry. We rushed, Jadin and I, to the door, arriving in time to see the deck covered with flames ; and out of those flames came a species of devil, all fire, who, with one bound, sprang over the bulwark and was lost in the depths of the sea; while a companion devil, whose arm alone was burning, rushed about the deck howl- ing like a soul in torment and calling for help. For an instant we stood, like the crew, comprehending nothing of this scene ; then Nun/Jo's head appeared above the cabin and gave the order : " Down sail, and wait the captain ; he is in the sea." 1 250 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS The order was executed instantly, and with that passive exactitude which is the peculiar characteristic of the obedience of sailors. The sail glided down the mast and lay on the deck ; instantly the little vessel stopped, like a bird with a broken wing, and we heard the voice of the captain calling for a rope ; a moment later, thanks to that article, he appeared on board. Then all was explained. For the greater efficacy of my remedy Giovanni had warmed the camphorated brandy, and armed with a flannel glove he was rubbing the captain's loins, when his hand, in making its journey from the dish that held the liquid to the spinal column of the captain, caught fire at the lamp which was lighting the operation ; the flame was instantaneously com- municated from the hand of the operator to the neck of the patient, and from the neck of the patient to all the other parts of his body moistened bv the specific. The captain felt himself burning with the same fires as Hercules, and to put them out rushed to the nearest bulwark and plunged into the sea. It was he who had uttered the cry we had heard, and it was he whom we had seen shoot past like a meteor. As for his companion in misfor- tune, poor Giovanni, whose arm, imprisoned in its flannel bag, burned from the tips of the nails to its elbow, he was rushing about the deck wildly and yelling like a maniac. Inspection made of the injured parts, it was seen that the captain's back was fried, and Giovanni's hand half-roasted. All the carrots on board were instantly grated, a circular compress of the pulp was THE SPERONARA 251 made for Giovanni's fist, and a cataplasm three feet long for the captain's back ; then the latter lay down to sleep on his stomach, Giovanni on his side, we as we pleased, the crew as they could, and order was restored. When we awoke we were doubling the promon- tory of Passero, once Cape Pachinum, the sharpest angle of ancient Trinacria. This was the first time I had found Virgil in fault. His alt an cautett pro- Jectaque saxa Pachini were not there; on the con- trary, we saw a low coast sloping gradually down into the sea. Since the day that the author of the vEneid wrote his third canto, it is true that /Etna has made so many scenes that the levelling which contradicts the harmonious hexameter of the poet may very likely have been her work ; this supposi- tion, be it said, is made without offence. The wind had fallen; the men were rowing; the speronara hugged the shore at a distance of half a mile, which enabled us to follow with our eyes its ups and downs and all its sinuosities. From time to time we were distracted from our contem- plation by some passing gull, at which we fired a shot, or by some dory rising to the surface of the water, at which we flung the harpoon. The sea was beautiful and so transparent that the eye could plunge to an almost infinite depth. Now and then in that a/ure abyss a silvery flash would sud- denly shine; 'twas a fish of some kind striking the water a blow with its tail and disappearing, fright- ened, at our passage. One only, that seemed about the si/e of an ordinary pike, followed us at an 252 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS incalculable depth, almost without movement, as if rocked by the water. I had kept my eves on this fish for nearly ten minutes when Jadin, seeing my close attention, joined me, to know what caused it. I showed him my finny friend, which at first he had some difficulty in perceiving; after that, he saw him as plainly as I did. Presently there hap- pened what happens in Paris when any one stops on a bridge and looks into the river. Pietro, who was passing with half a do/en cutlets destined to be the solid dish of our breakfast, stopped, came up to us, and following the direction of our eyes succeeded in seeing the object that attracted them ; but, to our great astonishment, the sight seemed to make so disagreeable an impression upon him that I hastened to ask him what fish it was that followed us so obstinately. Pietro contented himself with wagging his head. After remarking, "That's a bad fish," he continued his way to the kitchen and disappeared down the hatchway. As that reply was far from satisfying us, we called the captain, who was just then appearing on deck, and without taking time to inquire for his rheuma- tism, we repeated our question. He looked for an instant, and then, with a gesture of disgust, he said : " C 'e un cane marine," and made a motion to go away. " llie deuce, captain,'" I said, " you look dis- gusted. Un cane rnarino? but that's a shark, isn't it?" "Not precisely," replied the captain, "but a fish of the same species." THE SPERONARA 253 "Then this must be the diminutive of a shark," said Jadin. " lie is not as large as they are sometimes," replied the captain, "but he's six or seven feet long." " You are joking, captain ! " cried Jadin. " That is the exact truth." " Tell me, captain," I said, " is n't there some way to fish him?" The captain shook his head. " Our men would not do it," he replied. "Why not?" " That 's a bad fish." " All the more reason to get rid of him." "No ; we have a Sicilian proverb, that every ship that takes a shark from the sea gives a man to the sea." " But, at least, could n't we see him a little nearer ? " "Oh! that's easy enough; throw him something and he '11 come." "But what?" "Anything you like; he's not proud; from a bundle of candles to a veal cutlet, he'll take it." "Jadin, don't lose sight of that animal; I'll be back." I ran to the kitchen, and in spite of Giovanni's outcries, I took a chicken he had just plucked and trussed for our dinner. As I put my foot on the ladder to return I heard deep sighs, and looking round, saw Cama, again the victim of seasickness. Hearing that a shark was following us, he imagined, 254 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS with the superstition of the race, that he was after his dead body. I tried to reassure him, but seeing that I lost my time, I returned to my dog-fish. He was still in the same place, but the captain had quitted his and gone to talk to the pilot, leaving the field free to us, curious as he must have been to see what would happen between ourselves and the shark. The four rowers had left their oars and were leaning on the bulwark at a few steps from us, ap- parently discussing the important affair that was going on. The shark was still motionless and kept himself at about the same depth. I fastened a stone of our ballast to the neck of the chicken and flung it into the water in the direction of the shark. The chicken sank slowly, and reached a depth of about twenty feet before the fish appeared to take the slightest notice of it; then I thought I saw him visibly en- large. As the chicken went down he was rising to meet it. At last, when they were only a few feet from each other, the shark turned over on his back and opened his jaws, into which the chicken disap- peared incontinently. As for the stone I had at- tached to its neck to carry it down, that did not seem to inconvenience our guest ; on the contrary, he continued to rise and therefore to enlarge. At length he came to within a few feet of the surface of the water, and we could see the truth of what the captain told us; our fancied pike was nearly seven feet long ! Then, in spite of the captain's representations, the desire seized me to catch that shark. I called Gio- THE SPERONARA 255 vanni, who, thinking we were impatient for our breakfast, appeared at the top of the ladder, cutlets in hand. I explained to him that the matter was something very different, and I asked him to go and get his harpoon, promising him a louis if he managed to eatch that fish. But Giovanni merely shook his head, put our eutlets on a chair, and departed saying : " Oh ! Excellency, that \s a bad fish." I knew my Sicilians too well by this time to hope to conquer a repugnance universally manifested ; but not venturing to trust my own skill in throwing a harpoon, and not having a fly on board of sufficient size to catch such a monster, I determined to have recourse to our guns. Leaving Jadin on the watch, telling him if the shark showed signs of going away to entice him with the cutlets (near to which Milord was sitting, glancing at them sideways with an air of concupiscence impossible to describe), I hurried into the cabin to change the charge in my gun, slip- ping two cartridges into each barrel ; as for the carbine, it was already loaded with slugs. Then I returned to the deck. All was in the same state ; Milord watching the cutlets, Jadin watching the shark, and the shark appearing to watch us. I gave the carbine to Jadin, and kept the gun for myself. Then we called to Pietro to throw a cutlet to the shark, intending to profit bv the moment when he came to the surface of the water to fire at him ; but Pietro answered that it was offending God to feed dog-fish with veal cutlets when we gave nothing but bones to poor Melor. As this reply 256 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS was equivalent to a refusal, we resolved to do the thing ourselves. I moved the dish from the chair to the bulwark, and we agreed to fling one cutlet as a bait, and not to fire until a second was thrown, so that the fish, being thoroughly enticed, should have no distrust of us ; the play then began. It all went off as we expected. Scarcely had the first cutlet touched the water when the shark came towards it with a single motion of his tail, and, renewing the manoeuvre which had succeeded so well in regard to the chicken, he turned up his silvery l)ellv, opened his large jaws furnished with two rows of teeth, and absorlx?d the cutlet with a gluttony which proved that if he had a habit of eating raw meat he did not despise it cooked when occasion offered. The crew were watching our performances with feelings of pain, visibly shared by Milord, who had followed the dish from the chair to the bulwark, and was now standing on the bench gaxing over it. We had gone too far by this time to hold back, so, in spite of the general disapprobation, which the respect felt for us alone restrained from being openly mani- fested, I took the second cutlet, and measuring the distance so as to have the shark ten feet away with his side towards me, I flung it into the sea, in- stantly returning my hand to the trigger of my gun to be ready to fire. But hardly had I accomplished this movement when Pietro gave aery, and we heard the sound of a heavy Ixxlv falling into the sea. It was Milord, who had not supposed that his respect for cutlets was to THE SPERONARA extend beyond the dish ; and seeing that we gave such largesse to an individual who, in his opinion, had no greater claims than himself, he flung himself overboard to dispute the pri/e with the shark. The scene changed ; the shark, motionless, seemed to hesitate between the cutlet and Milord; during this time Pietro, Filippo, and Giovanni sprang to the oars and beat the water with them to frighten the creature. At first we thought they had succeeded, for the shark dove down several feet; but then, passing a fathom or so under Milord, who, not troubling himself in the least about him, continued to swim, puffing loudly, towards his cutlet, which he never lost sight of, the shark reappeared behind him, coming almost to the surface of the water ; then with a single motion he dashed, turning on his back as he did so, towards the dog which he regarded as his prey. At that instant our guns went off, and the shark, with one violent blow of his tail, which splashed the water up into our faces, plunged deep into the sea and disappeared, dangerously wounded no doubt, for the surface of the water, until now of a beautiful a/.ure, was clouded with a faint tinge of blood. As for Milord, without paying any attention to what was happening behind him, he snatched his cutlet, which he scrunched triumphantly as he made his way back to the speronara ; but there a great difficulty faced him ; it was easier to jump into the sea than to scramble on board again. But, as we know, Milord had a friend in Pietro ; in an instant the boat was in the water, and Milord in the boat. IT 258 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS It was there that he finished scrunching, with British phlegm, the last morsel of bone in the cutlet that had just missed costing him so dear. His return on board was a veritable ovation ; Jadin was inclined to thrash him, in order to put a stop to his taste for hunting cutlets ; but I begged off from everything that could mar the joys of his triumph, which he bore with his usual modesty. The whole day was spent in commenting on the event of the morning. Towards three o'clock we found ourselves in the midst of half a dozen little islands, or rather, large reefs .which they call the Formic-he. The crew proposed to me to land upon one of these rocks and dine there ; but I had already set my mind on a pretty little island which I saw about three miles off, and to which I gave the order to steer ; it was named on my map as the island of Porri. This was a day of repugnances ; hardly had I given the order before a long conference took place between the captain, Nunzio, and Vicenzo ; then the captain came to tell us that they would steer, if we continued to require it, to the point I mentioned, but he ought to inform us that three or four months earlier they had found on that island the body of a sailor which had been washed ashore there by the sea. I asked him what had become of the body ; he said that he and his men had dug a grave and buried it properly as became Christians ; after which they had heaped upon the grave all the stones they could find on the island, which made a little mound, that we could see from where we were. Besides which, as soon as they returned to the village Delia Pace, THE SPERONARA 259 they had caused a mass to be said for him. As the body could certainly claim nothing further, I kept to my order, and appetite beginning to make itself felt, I requested our men to take their oars. In- stantly six rowers were at their posts, and we advanced almost as rapidly as under sail. During this time, Nun/io's head appeared above the cabin roof; this was usually a sign that he had something he wished to say to us. We went nearer, and he told us that before the taking of Algiers this little island was the haunt of pirates, where they stationed themselves on the watch, swooping down like birds of prey on all the vessels that passed them. One day when he, Nun/io, was out fishing he had seen a party of these Uarbary pirates capture a little yacht belonging to the Prince of Paterno, on which was the prince himself. This event brought about an act which will show the character of the great Sicilian nobles. The Prince of Paterno was one of the richest men in Sicily. The Barbary pirates, who knew with whom they had to do, treated him with the utmost care, and taking him to Algiers, sold him to the dey for 100,000 piastres, 600,000 francs a mere nothing. The dey did not haggle, knowing very well that he could earn on his outlay ; he paid the 100,000 pias- tres, sent for the Prince of Paterno, and negotiated with him as power to power. But, at the first word he said about his object, the prince replied that he never attended to money mutters, and that if the dey had anything of that kind to settle with him he must arrange it with his steward. 260 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS The Dcy of Algiers was not proud ; lie dismissed the prince and sent for the steward. The discussion was long, but finally it was agreed that the prince's ransom and that of his suite should be fixed at 600,000 piastres, that is to say, nearly four millions of francs, payable in two instalments : 300,000 piastres at the expiration of the time necessary for the steward to go to Sicily and return with that sum, and 300,000 more in six months. It was settled also, that on the payment of the first instalment the prince and his suite should be set at liberty ; the second payment had for security merely the prince's word. As every one sees, the Dey of Algiers had made a pretty good speculation ; he had won 3,500,000 francs at one stroke. The steward departed and returned with his 300,000 piastres ; the Dey of Algiers, on his side, faithfully keeping his sworn word, had no sooner got the money than he declared the prince free, returned him his yacht, and for greater security gave him a safe-conduct. The prince arrived safely in Sicily to the great joy of his vassals, who loved him much, and to whom he gave a fete on which he spent another million and a half, or about that. Then he gave an order to his steward to collect the 300,000 piastres that he still owed to the Dey of Algiers. The second 300,000 were collected and about to be sent to their destination, when the Prince of Paterno received a stamped paper, which he sent, as usual, to his steward. This proved to be an injunction from the King of Naples to pay the sum intended for the THE SPERONAUA 2C1 Dey of Algiers into the treasury of his Neapolitan majesty. The steward announced this news to the Prince of Paterno, and the Prince of Paterno asked his steward what that meant. The steward informed the prince that the King of Naples having declared war, two weeks earlier, against the Dey of Algiers, he consid- ered that it would be bad policy to allow his enemy to be enriched ; and he also considered that it would be good policy to enrich himself. Hence the order to the Prince of Paterno to pay the rest of his ran- som into the coffers of the State. The order was imperative, and there were no means of evading it. On the other hand, the prince had given his word and would not break it. The steward, being questioned, declared that the coffers of his Excellency were empty, and could not lie replenished before the next harvest. The Prince of Paterno, as a faithful subject, paid into the hands of his sovereign the 300,000 piastres already collected for the rest of his ransom ; then he sold his diamonds and silver-ware for 300,000 more, and the Dey had his money at the time agreed upon. Some persons remarked that the greatest pirate of them all was not the one who lived south of the Mediterranean. As for the Prince of Paterno, he gave no opinion on that delicate question, and whenever people spoke to him about his adventure he always replied that he felt himself happy and honoured in being able to do a service to his sovereign. While talking with Nun/io we were Hearing the 262 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS island. It may have been about one hundred and fifty feet in circumference, entirely bare of trees, but covered with tall grasses. We cast anchor at a dis- tance of two or three cable-lengths and lowered the boat into the water; then hundreds of birds that covered the shore flew away, screaming loudly. I sent a shot after them, and two fell. We got into the boat, which began bv putting us ashore, then it returned to the speronara for the various articles necessary for our dinner. A species of hollow rock, which had evidently served for this purpose, was turned into a chimney ; and a few minutes later it presented a magnificent bra/ier, before which a spit, well garnished, was comfortably turning. Daring these preparations we picked up our birds and examined the island. The birds were a species of gull ; one of them had only a broken wing. Pietro amputated the injured limb and immediately removed the patient to the speronara, where the crew declared it could soon be tamed. The boat that took it brought back Cama. Every time the vessel stopped, the j>oor devil recovered a little strength and got upon his legs as well as he could. lie had seen the island, and as that was only half infringing the order not to let him land Pietro had pity on him and sent him ashore, a saucepan in each hand. During this time we made an inventory of our island. The pirates who inhabited it had undoubt- edly a strong predilection for onions, for the tall herbs we had seen from a distance, and through which THE SPERONARA 2G.'3 we now made our way with difficulty, were nothing else than that succulent vegetable gone to seed. Scarcely had we advanced fifty steps into this species of kitchen garden before we were nil in tears. This was paying too dear for an investigation which promised little that was new for science. We re- turned therefore to our fire, before which the captain had set up a table and some seats. We profited by that attention, Jadin to touch up some sketches, and I to write letters to friends. Aside from those wretched onions, I retain few memories more picturesque than that of our dinner beside the grave of the poor drowned sailor. The sea was magnificent, and the air so limpid that we could see for eight or nine miles on the mainland the smallest details of the landscape. Towards nine o'clock a delightful bree/e sprang up, blowing oft' shore; this was just what we wanted; nothing could be better. As the coast of Sicily from Cape Passero to Girgenti offers nothing of much interest, I had told the captain that if it were possible, I desired to touch at the island of Pantellaria, the ancient Cos- syra. Chance now served us well, and the captain requested us to hurry on board. We lost no more time than was necessary to set fire to the dried onion stalks that covered the island, which in a moment was a sheet of flame. Lighted by that huge pharos the speronara set sail and as she did so, we saluted with two gun-shots the lonely grave of the poor lost mariner. When we woke the next morning the coasts of Sicily were scarcely visible. As the wind con- 264 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS tinned favourable we had made nearly forty-five miles during the night, that being a third of the distance we had to go. If the weather did not change, there was every probability that we should arrive very early the next morning at Pantellaria. Towards three in the afternoon while we were lying on our mattresses smoking in great Turkish chi- bouques the excellent Sinai* tobacco that Gargallo had given us, the captain called us. As we knew that he never disturbed us unless for some important reason, we rose at once and went to join him on deck. Then he showed us, at a distance of about a mile and a half, a little to our right and forward, a jet of water that rose like a gushing spring to a height of a do/en feet or so above the sea. We asked him the cause of that phenomenon. It was all that remained of the famous Julia Island, the fantastic history of which I have already related. I begged the captain to make us pass as near as possible to this species of waterspout. Our desire was transmitted to Nun/io, who steered towards it, and in half an hour we were not more than a couple of hundred feet off. Even at that distance the air was impregnated with a strong odour of bitumen, and the sea was visibly boiling. I had some water drawn in a bucket and it was warm. I begged the captain to go nearer to the centre of the ebullition, and we went about a hundred feet closer ; but once there, Nun/io seemed to wish to go no farther. As his wishes had usually the force of laws, we deferred to them at once and leaving the ex-island Julia to our right we lay down again and finished our pipes, while the speronara, THE SPERONAHA 265 diverted a moment from her course, was once more headed for Pantellaria. Towards seven in the evening we saw land before us ; our sailors declared it was the island, and we went to bed with that assurance. They had not deceived us. We were roused towards three o'clock by the noise of our anchor going down ; I put my nose out of the cabin and saw that we were lying in a species of port. In the morning there were, as usual, a thousand difficulties to be met before we could step ashore. There was much question of cholera just then, and the Pantellariots saw cholera patients everywhere. They took our papers with tongs, they soused them in vinegar, they examined them with telescopes; at last, however, it was recogni/ed that we were in a satisfactory state of health, and the authorities per- mitted us to set foot ashore. It would be difficult to see anything more poverty- stricken, more miserable than the species of hamlet straggling along the shore that surrounded with a l)elt of dirty and decrepit houses the little harbour in which we had anchored. An inn to which they took us was so repulsive in dirt that on a promise from Pietro to cook us a good breakfast in the style of the people of the region, we started on our ex- plorations fasting. The principal curiosities of the place are two grottoes which arc found on the mountain at a dis- tance of about a mile and a half from the village. One, called the Fornella (stove), is so hot that we could scarcely stay in it ten minutes, and even then 266 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS our clothes were impregnated with sulphur. The other, called the Giacchio, is, on the contrary, so cold that in less than a half an hour a bottle of water freezes solid. It is needless to say that doctors have sei/ed upon these grottoes as a double good fortune, and kill there annually, some by heat, others by cold, a certain number of patients. As we left the Fornello, we saw Pietro in the act of skinning a kid which he had just bought for ten francs. Two trunks of olive-trees transformed into fire-dogs, and a spit of oleander, aided by a Cyclopean fire built in the angle of a rock, were to bring the whole animal, not cut up, to a state of satisfactory cooking. On a flat stone lay dried raisins, figs, and chestnuts which in default of truffles, were meant for the stuffing of the roast. Cama, who desired to cut up the kid into cutlets, legs, haunches, and filets, had been suppressed, and now, all the while deploring the inferiority of his position, was helping Pietro. We walked on towards the glacier grotto, which we entered after having, by the advice of our guide, taken care to cool off' previously. That precaution was not unnecessary ; the temperature within being never higher than eight or ten degrees below zero. I came out very quickly, but I gave orders to keep our wine and water there till wanted. A few ques- tions which we put to our guide as to the geological causes that led to this double phenomenon remained unanswered, or received such answers that I did not take the trouble to write them in my note-book. On leaving the cold grotto our guide asked us whether we did not intend to ascend the highest THE SPERONARA 267 mountain on the island, on the top of which we per- ceived a sort of little church. We asked him what we could see from there; he said Africa. This assurance, joined to a certainty that breakfast could not be ready for at least two hours, made us reply affirmatively. Instantly, from the group of persons who surrounded us and had followed us from the vil- lage ga/.ing at us with semi-savage curiosity, a man about thirty years of age detached himself, and glid- ing among the rocks disappeared behind a bit of rising land. As this disappearance, which immedi- ately followed our consent, took my attention, I asked our guide who the man was who had just left us. He replied that he did not know him ; he was probably some shepherd. I tried to question two other Pantellariots ; but those worthy people talk such a strange patois, a mixture of Arabic and Italian, that after ten minutes of reciprocal conversa- tion, neither side had understood a single word of what had been said. The summit of the mountain, which is volcanic though its crater is now extinct, rises two thousand feet above the level of the sea. A path, very distinctly marked, and quite practicable, especially for those who had just climbed /Etna, showed that the little church I mentioned was a frequented spot of pil- grimage. Two-thirds of the way up, I saw a man whom I thought I recognized as the one who had so hastily quitted us, and who was now running across torrents, rocks, and ravines. I pointed him out to Jadin, who merely replied : "The gentleman seems in a hurry." 2G8 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Our attendant cortege continued to follow us, al- though, evidently, it expeetcd no largesse from us. So, as it asked for nothing, and we had to endure no other importunity than the annoyance of being ga/ed at as curious wild beasts, we made no opposition to the honour done to us. Thus our escort arrived when we did at the summit of the mountain on which stood the little chapel. By the sill of the door, was a man in the garb of a monk, evidently awaiting us, and mopping his forehead. At the first glance I rec- ognized my skipper of rocks ; then all was made clear ; he had rushed on ahead to don his religious garb, and he now came forward, offering to say mass for us. As the mass, in my opinion, derives its value from itself, and not from the officiator who says it, I made a sign that I was ready to hear it. We were in- stantly ushered into the church. In a second the preparations were made; two of our escort offered themselves as choir-boys, and the service began. Religion is so great a thing in itself that, what- ever may be the ridiculous veil in which superstition or cupidity wraps it, it always succeeds in freeing the sublime head with which it looks to heaven, and the two hands with which it blesses earth. As for myself, I know that at the first sacred words he said, the speculating monk had disappeared, giving place, though himself was unaware of it, to a minister of the Lord. My mind turned back upon myself; I thought of my present isolation, lost, as I was, on the highest summit of an almost unknown island Iving as a sort of post-house between Europe and Africa, at the mercy of men whose language I could THE SPERONARA 269 not understand, and having no means of recovering communication with the world but a frail vessel, that God in the midst of a storm had already suc- coured with one hand, while with the other he had shattered around us, like glass, frigates and three- deckers. For the quarter of an hour that the mass lasted I found myself in contact with all the beings I loved and who loved me, whichever corner of earth they inhabited. I saw in a way my whole life pass before me, and as it slowly unrolled before my eves, all the beloved names vibrated one by one within my heart. I felt at one and the same time a deep mel- ancholy and a sweet joy in thinking that I prayed for them while they were all unconscious of the part of the world in which I was. From this state of feeling it resulted that, when mass was over, the monk, to his great astonishment and that of the assembly who had attended divine service gratis, saw, in place of the two or three carl'inoa he expected to receive, a piastre fall bodily into his bag. It was the first time, certainly, that he was ever paid for a mass at that rate. On leaving the little chapel, I looked about me. To left stretched Sicily like a mist. Beneath our feet was the island, lapped on all sides by the Med- iterranean, calm and transparent as a mirror. Seen thus, Pantellaria had the form of an enormous tor- toise sleeping on the water. As the island is not more than thirty miles in circumference, the eye can take in all details and, if need bo, count the houses. The part that seemed to me most fertile and most populated is that which is known on the 270 JOURN 7 EYS WITH DUMAS island itself by the name of Oppidolo, on the north- west shore. However, as hunger was beginning to make itself felt, my eyes, after wandering at random for some length of time, fixed themselves finally on the spot where breakfast was preparing. Though we stood at a distance of nearly two miles above that spot, the air was so limpid that we could see every motion of Pietro and his acolyte. He, on his side, saw, no doubt, that we were looking at him, for he began to dance a tarantella interrupting it in the middle of a figure to look after the roast. Doubtless the kid was nearing its cooked point, for, after a conscientious examination of the animal, he turned round and beckoned to us to come down. We found our table laid in a charming little bos- quet of axerolas and oleanders interlaced with vines. The table consisted simply of a cloth stretched on the ground ; above it rose a fine palm-tree, its long branches drooping like plumes. Our iced wine awaited us ; pomegranates, oranges, honcvcomb, and grapes formed a symmetrical and appetizing dessert, to the centre of which Pietro came bearing, on a plank covered with the large leaves of aquatic plants, our kid, roasted to a turn, and exhaling a marvel- lously appcti/ing odour. As a kid weighs from twenty-five to thirty pounds, and as, no matter what our hunger, it was impossi- ble to devour it between us, we invited Pietro to give part to the company who from the moment of our landing had done us the honour to follow us. As may well be supposed, the offer was accepted THE SPERONARA 271 without more ceremony than that with which it was made. We reserved for ourselves a suitable portion, as much of the meat as of the accessories with which it was stuffed ; and the rest, accompanied with half a do/en bottles of Syracuse wine was offered to our suite. An Homeric repast of a most picturesque nature resulted ; and that nothing might be lacking, the shepherd who sold us the kid, with- out remorse for having eaten it, played on a species of bagpipe, to the sound of which, while we smoked voluptuously our long Turkish pipes, two Pantella- riots, by way no doubt of thanks, danced for our pleasure their national jig, which was something between the Neapolitan tarantella and the Anda- lusian bolero. After this we each took a cup of boiled, not filtered, coffee, that is to say, Turkish coffee, and went down to the village. c> Arriving there, we saw the captain talking with a sort of warder of convicts, the island being used by the Italian government as a penal colony, the citadel being the prison. The man was in charge of four convicts, and as we approached we noticed, to our great astonishment, that the captain was speaking with a sort of respect to his companion and calling him " Eccellen/a/ 1 The warder, on his side, received these marks of consideration as being his due, and it almost seemed as though when the captain left 'him to join us, he was about to give him his hand to kiss. It will be easily understood that this little circumstance excited mv curiosity; 1 asked the captain who the respectable old man was with whom he had the honour to be conversing 272 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS when we interrupted him. He replied that he was his Excellency the Signore Anga, commandant of the guard at Syracuse. Now, how did Signore Anga from commandant of the guard at Syracuse become a prison warder at Pantellaria? The history was a curious one, and here it is : During the years 1810, 1811, and 1812 the streets of Syracuse were suddenly infested by bandits, so adroit and yet so audacious that no one could set foot out of his own house after dark without being robbed and sometimes murdered. Soon these nocturnal attacks were not confined to plunder- ing those who ventured by night into the streets, the bandits gained entrance into the best-guarded houses and even into the most carefully closed apartments, so that the forest of Bondy of discredi- table memory was a place of safety in comparison with the poor town of Syracuse. And all this went on in spite of the watchfulness of Signore Anga, commandant of the guard ; to whom, however, no blame could be laid, except that of arriving generally five minutes too late; for no sooner was a house pillaged than he was on the spot to get a description of the thieves. Hardly had the poor unfortunates been robbed before Si- gnore Anga was there, with his patrol, to take the description of the robbers ; scarcely had some one, still more unfortunate, been murdered before he was on the spot to raise him, receive his last confession, if he still breathed, and draw up a pmch verbal of the terrible event. Thus every one admired the THE SPERONARA 273 prodigious activity of Signore Anga, while deploring, as I have said, that so active a magistrate did not push activity far enough to arrive ten minutes earlier, instead of invariably arriving five minutes too late. The whole city congratulated itself no less on being so carefully guarded, and nothing in the world would have induced it to accept any other commandant than the Signore Anga. But still the robberies continued with ever increas- ing effrontery. A young officer, who lodged in the convent of Saint Francois, had just received some back-pay in Spanish piastres ; he deposited his little treasure in a drawer of his secretary, put the key in his pocket, and went out to dinner, reiving on the double security of the sacredness of the place where he lodged and the care he had taken to lock up his three hundred piastres. On returning at night he found the lock of his secretary broken and the drawer empty. Moreover, as it rained that evening in torrents, and nothing is so repugnant to Sicilians as to get wet, the robber had taken the umbrella of the young officer. The latter, in despair, rushed at once to see Captain Anga, whom he found just returning, in spite of the abominable weather, from one of his nocturnal expeditions, so devoted but, unfortunately, so unfruitful. In spite of his fatigue and though he was wet to the bone and muddy to the knees, he would not make the complainant wait; he took his deposition on the spot and promised that on the morrow he would send his whole brigade in pursuit of those piastres, the umbrella, and the robbers. 274 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Three months went by and nothing was heard of robbers, umbrella, or piastres. At the end of that time, one day when the weather was as bad as the day on which the robbery had taken place, the young officer, now the proprietor of a new umbrella, was crossing the great square of Syracuse, when he thought he saw an umbrella so exactly like the one he had lost that the fancy sci/.ed him to make acquaintance with the person who was carrying it. Consequently at the turn of the next street, he accosted the individual and asked him his way ; the latter told him with much politeness. The officer then asked the name of him who had shown him such courtesy, and learned in reply that he was no other than the confidential servant of the Signora Anga, wife of the comman- dant of the guard. This discovery was the more serious because the young officer had acquired a positive proof that the umbrella was actually his own. As he talked with the servant he had seen his initials engraved on a little silver shield that adorned the handle of the umbrella ; evidently the robber had not wished to deprive his pri/e of that ornament. The officer hastened by the shortest way to the house of the man's master ; the Signore Anga was absent on official business. The officer then asked for madame, and told her that she had a thief, or at any rate a receiver of stolen goods, in her ser- vice. The Signora Anga exclaimed loudly and swore that the thing was impossible ; but just then the servant came in, and the young officer getting im- THE SPERONARA 275 patient at denials that tended to nothing less than making him out a fool or an impostor, sei/ed the servant by the ear, took him to his mistress, snatched from his hands the umbrella that lie still held, showed her the shield, and forced her to see that the initials were his. There was no answer to make to that; mistress and servant were both much embarrassed, when the door opened and Signore Anga appeared in person. The officer at once renewed his accusation, declar- ing that, the piastres having been stolen at the same time as the umbrella, and the umbrella having now been found, the piastres could not be far off'. The Signore Anga, surprised at first by so plain a dilemma, seemed troubled, but soon recovering himself he answered the officer insolently and turned him out of his house. That was a mistake : the signore's anger gave to the one robbed suspicions he would never have had with- out it. lie rushed to the English colonel who com- manded the garrison in the town ; the colonel sent for the judge, the judge, accompanied by a clerk and a commissary of police, made a descent on the Signore Anga, who, to his great humiliation, was forced to allow an examination of his premises. The whole house had been searched without pro- ducing any result, when the young officer, who, as the interested party, was assisting the others, ob- served in crossing the ground-floor that it was par- queted, a very rare thing in Sicily. He struck it with his foot and it seemed to him to sound more hollow than an honest floor should sound. He 276 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS called the judge and told him his doubts; the judge sent for two carpenters. They lifted the floor and found, one after another, four cellars filled, not with umbrellas only, but with precious vases, mag- nificent stuff's, silver-ware bearing the arms of its owners, in short a complete bazaar. Thus, all was explained, and the long immunity of the robbers needed no further comments. Signore Anga was at once the leader and the receiver for these traders. The sub-prior of the convent where the young man lodged was his associate. The busi- ness of that worthy monk was, above all, the sale of the articles stolen. Signore Anga was really a remarkable man who had organized his commerce on a large scale ; he had establishments at Lentini, Calata-Girone, and Caltanissetta ; that is to say, in the towns where great fairs were held ; and yet, in spite of this active business, Signore Anga operated on so large a scale that his cellars when discovered were full to overflowing. The monk, who was arrested, escaped, through ecclesiastical privilege, the secular arm of the law and was made over to his bishop. As no one ever saw him again, it is to be presumed that he was buried in some in pace, and that his skeleton will be found some day in a wall. As for Signore Anga he was condemned to the galleys for life. Sent at first as an ordinary convict to Vallano, from there at the end of five years of good conduct, he was transferred to Pantellaria, where, having given no ground of complaint during another five years, he was raised to the rank of THE SPERONARA 277 warder, which he has now occupied honourably for twelve years, with the hope of rising before long to the rank of garde-chimirme guard of the galleys. That was the wish our captain expressed to him as they took leave of each other. Before quitting Pantellaria I was curious to try an experiment. I put into the post letters I had written to my friends, all of which were dated from the island of Porri. They reached their destination exactly one year after my return to Paris : I can add nothing to that. IX GIRGENTI THE MAGNIFICENT IT was seven o'clock in the evening when we again set sail ; with extreme good luck, the wind, which for the last two days had blown from the eastward, now turned southerly. But this good luck was not without certain drawbacks ; the wind, wholly .African, came laden with hot puff's from the Libyan desert ; it was cousin -german to that famous sirocco of which we had had a specimen at Messina, and, like its relation, it brought extreme depression into the whole physical organization. We had our mattresses carried to the deck ; the cabin had become suffocating. A dust of red ashes floated between us and the sky, and the sea was so phosphorescent that it seemed to roll in waves of flame ; our wake for a mile behind the speronara looked like a train of burning lava. When things were thus, the entire crew disap- peared, and the vessel, abandoned to Nunzio, whose iron body could resist everything, seemed to sail bv herself. Yet I ought to say that at the slightest call of the pilot five or six heads came out of the hatchways, and the most languid arms recovered their vigour at need. Though we were less sensitive than the Sicilians to the influence of this wind, we felt, none the less, a THE SPERONARA 279 certain discomfort, the effect of which was to take away our appetite; the night was therefore spent in sleeping a bad sleep, and the day in drinking lemonade. The second day after our departure from Pantel- laria, while we were still twenty-five to thirty miles from the coast of Sicily, the wind fell, and we had to return to the oars ; but as each man had in his arms a remains of the sirocco, we did not accomplish more than fifteen miles in the course of the morning. Towards five in the afternoon a little southwest bree/e sprang up ; the pilot made the most of it by hoisting sail, and the speronara, full of good-will, began to hasten in a manner that gave us hope of arriving that evening in the harbour of Girgenti, or rather, to give its local and ancient name, the Porto Empedocle. The hope was justified. At nine that evening we cast anchor in a little roadstead, at the farther end of which we saw the lights of a few houses ; but this operation was hardly completed before we were hailed from the fortress called the Salute, and told to go to another station. Like all orders of the Neapolitan police, this one admitted of neither delay nor explanation ; it was necessary to obey on the instant. We began to raise our anchor, but in the hurry of execution all the precautions, it seems, were not taken, and the cable parted. Instantly a buoy was thrown out to mark the spot, and as the officer of the Salute, paying no heed to the cause of our delay, continued to hail us, we went with full force of oars to take the place assigned to us. 280 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS This affair kept us afoot until midnight ; then, weary with the crossing we had just made, we slept an unbroken sleep until nine the next morning. The day was beautiful, and the water in the harbour so calm that Cama, already up, was making ready to go ashore; first, to recover completely, like Anttcus, on touching Mother Earth, next to buy fish from the little boats we saw coming in laden with them. Inspection made of the two or three houses that, with the help of a sign, called themselves inns, I thought the precaution of our worthy cook was not unwise, and that it would be better to breakfast on board than to risk starvation on land. In conse- quence, Cama, whom I authorized to do what he thought best in regard to food, risked himself on a plank laid between the speronara and the adjoining boat and the ace to the shore. A moment later I saw him return with a basketful of fish on his head. I went to announce this news to Jadin, who in such circumstances, always levied a certain tax on our still life in the interests of his art. This time I had seen from afar some gigantic red mullet, which, suitably composed with a ray and a golden dory, would afford a fine contrast of colour. Whatever desire he may have had to be lazy for another half- hour, Jadin was so afraid his fish might escape him that he hurried into his strapped trousers. While he was accomplishing that operation I showed him Cama advancing with his basket and setting foot upon the plank, when, with a loud cry, fish, basket, and cook disappeared as through a trap-door. The THE SPERONARA 281 still uncertain feet of poor Cama had failed him, and he had fallen into the sea ; instantly, with a move- ment more rapid than thought, Pietro sprang after him. I ran to the side where the accident happened and, to my great ama/ement, beheld Pietro, who, instead of rescuing Cama, was collecting the scattered fish with the greatest care and replacing them one by one in the basket which was floating in the water; the idea that Cama could not swim had never occurred to him ; consequently, supposing that the cook would take care of himself, he took care of the fries, the loss of which may have seemed to him the more deplorable of the two. At this instant we saw poor Cama rising to the surface of the water, not swimming, but beating the sea with both hands like a drowning man. Time was precious ; he did nothing but appear and dis- appear. I threw off my coat to spring after him, but before I could do so Filippo was overboard in his shirt and trousers with a header straight into the spot where Cama had gone down ; five or six seconds later he reappeared holding his man by the collar of his white jacket. We wanted to throw him a rope, but he made a disdainful sign that he did not need it, and pushing Cama to the ladder he contrived to put one rung of it into his hands. Cama clung to that rung like a drowning man, and then, with a mighty effort, he managed to scramble on board. All this happened so rapidly that he had no time to lose consciousness ; he had swallowed some pints of sea- water, which it was necessary lie should return to 282 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS its own element, but as the weather was suffocatingly hot his bath did him no other harm than the little evacuation just mentioned, which, in the opinion of the crew, would be very beneficial to his health. The captain, having fulfilled all formalities, and our passports being deposited with the police, noth- ing opposed our making our excursion ashore ; we therefore risked ourselves on the trembling plank that had nearly proved fatal to Cama, and, luckier than he, we landed safely. We had scarcely set foot ashore when a man, who had been watching us for over an hour, came up and offered himself to be our guide. Three or four others who were hovering round, no doubt with the same intention, did not attempt to put themselves in com- petition when they saw him take from his pocket a medal which he showed us. This medal bore on one side the arms of Agrigentum, which are three giants each bearing a castle with this device : Signet Agri- gentum miralnl'is aula gigantwn, and on the other side the name of Antonio Ciotta. In fact, Signore Antonio Ciotta was the official guide of the region, and he immediately began his functions by walking in front of us and telling us to follow him. Girgenti itself stands at a distance of five miles from the shore. It is readied bv a rather rapid rise which takes the traveller from the start to nearly a thousand feet above sea-level. All along the road we met mules laden with sulphur which a few years later was to lead to the famous suit between Naples and England in which the King of the French was appointed umpire. The road smelt of the trade of THE SPERONAIIA 283 which it was the artery. As the sacks containing the commodity were not well closed, a little of their con- tents escaped now and then, so that the road along the whole way was covered with a layer of sulphur, which in some places was three or four inches thick. As for the muleteers who accompanied the sacks, they were absolutely yellow from head to foot, which gave them a most singular aspect. We had not yet entered the town before we knew what to think of the epithet which, with emphatic pride, Sicilians have added to its name. Girgenti the Magnificent is nothing but a dirty mass of houses built of reddish stone, with narrow streets through which no carriages can pass ; these streets communicate with one another by stone stairways up which, on pain of the most disagreeable consequences, it is nec- essary to step in the middle. As it was evident that the rest of the day would not suffice to visit the ruins, we went in search of an inn in which to pass the night. Unfortunately, an inn is not an easy thing to find in Girgenti il Magnifico. Our friend Ciotta took us to two hovels that insolently called them- selves by that name ; but after a long conversation with mine host of one and the hostess of the other, we discovered that although they might possibly find us something to eat, they could not give us beds. At last, a third hostelry fulfilled both those conditions, required by us to the stupefaction of the Agrigen- tines, who could not conceive of such exacting de- mands. We hastened, therefore, to secure the chamlwr offered to us with the two miserable pallets that fur- nished it, and after ordering our dinner for six oYlock 284 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS we shook off the fleas that covered our trousers, and set forth to visit the ruins of the city of Cocalus. I say Cocalus, trusting to Diodorus Siculus ; let this be clearly understood ; for when one comes in contact with the ultramontane savants one must dot one's ?s. An error of date, a fault of topography are of such serious consequence in the land of Virgil and Theocritus that one must needs pay attention to avoid them. A poor inoffensive traveller puts, with- out thinking harm, an a for an o, or a 5 for a 6, and lo ! he disappears, and no one ever hears of him again ; his family grows uneasy, government inquires, and he is found buried under a mass of in-folios, like Tarpeia beneath the bucklers of the Sabines. If they pull him out living he escapes as fast as his legs will carry him ; more frequently he is dead, unless he is strong enough, like Enceladus, to shake /Etna. So I say Cocalus, just as I should say anvthing, without the slightest pretension to be authoritative. Cocalus reigned in Agrigentum when Daflalus took refuge there with all the treasures he brought from Crete. Those treasures were so considerable that the celebrated architect asked permission of his host to build a palace in which to place them. Cocalus, who had plenty of waste land, told him to choose the site that suited him best and build what he liked upon it. The maker of labyrinths chose a precipitous rock, accessible at one point only, and fortified it in such a manner that four men sufficed to defend it against an army. This occurred some years before the Trojan war. But, like those brooks that bury themselves under- THE SPERONARA 285 ground on leaving their springs, to rise ngnin as rivers some leagues farther on, so the nascent city disap- peared for two or three centuries in the obscurity of time, to rise again, "the most beautiful city of mortals,"" in Pindar's verse. In those days, if we believe Diogenes Laertius, it had a population of eight thousand souls, and, if we believe Empedocles, that population, among other defects, carried those of gluttony and pride to such lengths that they ate, he says, as though they were to die on the morrow, and built as if they were to live forever. So, as Empedocles was a philosopher, that is to say, a per- sonage in all probability very unsociable, he left this city of cooks and masons to go and instal himself on Mount /Etna, where he lived on roots in a little tower that he built for himself. It is well known that one fine morning, disgusted no doubt with his new resi- dence as he had been with his old one, he suddenly disappeared, and nothing was ever found of him but his slipper. One hundred years earlier, as is also well known, Phalaris, charged by his fellow-citi/ens to build a temple to Zeus Polieus, used the enormous sums in- trusted to him for that purpose to raise an army and surprise the Agrigentines. This liberticidal scheme, put in execution during the feasts of Demeter, drove the Agrigentines to despair. They made some at- tempts to get rid of their tyrant, but he, being a man of imagination, commanded an artist of that epoch to make him a brass bull, twice the si/e of life, the tail end of which could be opened by means of a key. At the end of three months the bull was finished ; in 286 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS another month a revolt broke out. Phalaris arrested . the leaders, ordered a great quantity of dry wood to be piled between the legs of his animal, set fire to it, and when it was red-hot opened the monster, put in the rebels, and locked them up. As he had been careful to order the mouth of the bull to be kept open, the rebellious people who were present at the execu- tion could hear through that issue the cries and moans of the victims, sounding like the roar of the bull himself. That style of execution, renewed about five or six times in the course of eighteen months, had the most satisfactory results. Revolts became more and more rare, until at last they ceased altogether and Phalaris reigned, thanks to his ingenious invention, tranquil and respected, for a period of thirty-one years. After his death a few critics, jealous of his fame, said his brass bull was only an imitation of the wooden horse ; nevertheless, in spite of this accusa- tion, which may have had a slight foundation of truth, the glory of the invention has remained throughout the ages entirely his own. The epoch that followed the reign of Phalaris was the brilliant era of Agrigentum. Her people vied with one another in luxury and magnificence. A private individual named Kxenetus, a victor in the games, returned to the city followed by three hundred chariots, each drawn by two white horses raised in his pastures. Another, named Gel lias, had servants stationed at all the gates of the city whose mission it was to bring travellers arriving at Agrigentum to his palace, where splendid hospitality awa'ted them. Five hundred of Gelon's horsemen having to pass THE SPERONARA 287 through Agrigentum in the month of January and being taken to Gellias by his servants, they were lodged and fed by him for three days and each re- ceived a cloak on his departure. Gellias was, more- over, if we may believe tradition, a man of much wit, which did not, as one can well believe, injure the hospitality of his house. So the Agrigentines, hav- ing some interests to settle with the little town of Centuripae, sent him there to terminate the affair. Gellias started at once and appeared before the assembly of the said Centuripaeans. But as, it appeal's, he was only four feet six inches tall and his little figure was rather badly made, roars of laughter greeted his apparition, and one of the per- sons present, more impertinent than the rest, took upon himself to ask him, in the name of the xVs- sembly, if all his co-citi/ens were like him. " No, gentlemen," replied Gellias ; " there are some very handsome men in Agrigentum, but they are reserved for great republics and illustrious cities ; to little towns and republics of no consequence men of mv si/e are sent." This answer so dumbfounded the jesters that Gellias obtained from the Assembly all he wanted and had the glory of settling the in- terests of Agrigentum to the great advantage of that city. Meantime Carthage, on the opposite coast, seeing that Agrigentum was increasing in wealth and popu- lation, became aware that she must have her for faithful friend or declared enemy in the long struggle she was just undertaking against Home. But not only did the Agrigentines refuse the proffered alliance 288 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS with the Carthaginians, but they declared themselves their enemy. Hannibal and Hamilcar immediately crossed the sea and laid siege to the city. The Agri- gentines then judged it wise to reform at least some- thing of the luxury that had now become proverbial the wide world round ; and they decided that the soldiers on guard at the citadel should have but one mattress, one covering, and two pillows. In spite of this Lacedemonian rigour Agrigentum was forced to surrender after a siege of eight years. Then all its riches fell a prey to the victor : pic- tures, statues, precious vases, all was sent to Carthage. There was nothing, not even the famous brass bull of Phalaris, that did not cross the seas to embellish Dido's city. It is true that two hundred and sixty years later when Scipio, in his turn, took and pillaged Carthage, as Hamilcar had taken and pillaged Agri- gentum, the brass bull returned over seas and was sold to the Agrigentines, who had an affection for him which it is difficult to account for when one ex- amines the unpleasant relations Phalaris had forced them to have with him. In spite of this restitution and the protection that Rome afforded her, Agrigentum never recovered from her fall, but steadily decreased until she lost even her name. To-day, Girgenti, poor beggarly daughter of a royal race, coven* but a twentieth part of the soil once covered by her gigantic ancestress, and counts but thirteen thousand souls vegetating with difficulty where once a million of inhabitants lived and flourished ; which does not prevent, as I have already said, that between Messina the Noble and THE SPERONARA 289 Palermo the Happy she pompously styles herself Girgenti the Magnificent. The first thing that struck us on leaving the town was the gate through which we passed, which was evidently a Saracenic construction. I resolved to begin, in presence of this monument of the Arab conquest, to put to proof the licensed knowledge of our guide; so I asked him if he could tell me to what period the gateway belonged ; but the worthy Ciotta merely replied that it was very old, and as it looked badly architects were going, by order of the intendant, to pull it down and replace it by another in the Greek Doric style. I asked the name of the worthy intendant, and was told that he called him- self Vaccari. May God forgive him ! We passed on our left the Rupe Atenne, the Rock of Athene, the highest of the hills that overlooked ancient Agrigentum, on the summit of which the temple of the goddess once stood. We thought for an instant of going up there, but our guide assuring us there was nothing to be seen but a rather fine panorama, we postponed the ascension and went on to the eastern slope of the same hill, on which stood the temple of Persephone, to whom the Agrigentines vowed a special devotion. This temple is nearly as invisible as that to Athene, except that on its old foundations a little church has been erected. A hundred yards farther on flows a JiumlceUo which, after calling itself the Acragas, and the Dragon, now styles itself modestly the River Saint-Blaise : it is the one, however, that in the days of antiquity, separated ancient Agrigentum from Neapolis, or the new city. 19 290 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS We followed the circuit of the walls, still quite visible, and soon found ourselves at the angle of the rampart on which was built the temple of Juno La- cinia, which rises, supported by thirty-four Doric columns of the best order, above an almost perpen- dicular precipice. A tradition, believed by Fazzello, asserts that this is the temple to which Gellias with his family and his treasures retreated when Agrigen- tum was taken. According to the same tradition, the ruddy tint that colours the stones came from fire set bv Gellias that burned him up, him and all his family. It is true that Diodorus Siculus, who relates the same act, says that it was done in the temple of Zeus-Atabyrius. In this temple hung the famous picture of Hera, painted by Zeuxis, mentioned by Pliny, sung by Ariosto, for which the artist had taken as models the five most beautiful virgins in Sicily, choosing them from one hundred others who passed before him in their nude beautv. Consequently, the figure of the goddess was the quintessence of all the different per- fections united in one form. At any rate, as Zeuxis had taken a fancy to this mode of working, he re- newed the experiment for his Helena of Crotona and his Aphrodite of Siracusa. In spite of the truly African sun, the stabs of which fell plumb upon our heads, Jadin sat down to make me a drawing of the temple, while I went in search of pomegranates. I soon found a bush in the middle of which there still remained a few magnifi- cent fruits ; but just as I was about to plunge in my hand I fancied I heard a hissing, and looking closer THE SPERONARA 291 I saw an oscillating head illumined by two ardent eyes. It was indeed a snake, which had wound itself around the stein of the shrub, and, like another dragon of the Hesperides, was preparing to defend the fruits I coveted. The blow of a stick on the shrub made him quit his post to seek refuge in the tall grasses which grew at a little distance, but be- fore he could reach them, Milord, who had followed me, sprang upon him and broke his back with one clip of his jaws. Though mortally wounded, he again reared himself as if to bite Milord, and I blew his brains out with a pistol-shot. We measured him, Ciotta and I, and found him over five feet long. The worthy guide declared, no doubt to flatter me, that it was one of the largest he had ever seen. I gath- ered my pomegranates and carried them in triumph to Jadin, with Ciotta behind me, dragging the serpent by the tail. From the temple of Juno Lacinia we passed on to that of Concord, the finest and least damaged of the two. A stone found among the ruins, and now pre- served in the town-hall of Girgenti, gave this temple its name. Here is the inscription it bore, which I copied from the stone itself, leaving the words in their arrangement : CoXCOUin.E AORIGKXTI- NOKUM SACIU'M. RESPUBLICA I.YUIUTAXO- ur.\i DKDICAXTIBUS M. HATKUIO CAXDIDO Puoros ET L. COKXKLIO MAKCKU.O Q. PR. PR. 292 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS We began by examining the interior of this build- ing, which is truly magnificent ; it is one of the best- preserved temples of antiquity. We entered by an open door in the centre of the pronoas. The cella, thirty feet wide and ninety feet long, is perfectly preserved ; two staircases are built into the corner walls, by one of which I went up easily to the top. In 1620, the temple of Concord was converted into a Christian church and dedicated to San-Gregorio della Rupe, bishop of Girgenti. It was then that the six arched doors that open on the peristyle were made ; but towards the end of the eighteenth century this wedlock of mythology and Christianity was re- garded as a double profanation, artistic and religious ; all trace of the modern church was removed, and if the god of antiquity should ever return, he will find his temple pretty much as it came from the hands of its unknown architect. When I came down from the top I found Jadin still at work. I profited by his stay to let myself slide down to the foot of the ramparts and visit the tombs that were hollowed in the walls ; these were receptacles for warriors, whom the Agrigen tines buried in this way, that they might, though dead, still protect the town. During the siege the Car- thaginians opened them and flung the ashes to the winds ; but shortly after, the plague having appeared, and Hannibal, their leader, being dead, Hamilcar attributed the appearance of the scourge to this profanation, and to appease the Greek gcxls he sacri- ficed a child to Kronos [Saturn] and several priests THE SPERONARA 293 to Poseidon. The gods were satisfied with this reparation and one fine morning the plague went off as it had come. I wanted to return by the way I came down, hut the thing was impossible. I was obliged to skirt the ramparts for nearly five hundred yards and to re-enter through an opening that still retains the name of the Porto Aurea, which is situated between the temple of Heracles and that of Zeus. As it was getting dark I postponed my visit to those two marvels until the morrow. Half-way back to the temple of Concord I met Jadin, who had folded his baggage and was coming to meet me. We entered a street of the old city that was lined with tombs and started for Girgenti, about a mile and a half distant. With the change of light the town itself had changed aspect ; the sun, about to sink to the horixon, was setting behind Girgenti, seated at the top of her rock and vigorously defined on the fiery heavens, like those Babylonian cities of which Martin the painter dreams. To left was the African sea, calm, azured, vast ; behind us the temples of Juno Lacinia and Concord, beneath our feet the antique way, still preserving the ruts of the chariot-wheels ; the same ancient road trodden two thousand years ago by a vanished people whose tombs we were passing. As we approached the town, the grandiose faded away, and Girgenti reappeared to us such as she is really, that is to say, as a confused mass of dirty and badly built houses. But even so, at three hundred steps from the gate, another illusion awaited us. 294 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS Young girls of the people were coming out to draw water from a fountain, and bearing on their heads those beautiful jars of a long shape such as we find in the drawings of Herculaneum and the relics of Pompeii. They were, as I have said, daughters of the people, in rags, but those rags were draped in a manner both simple and grand ; the gesture with which they supported the amphora? was powerful. Such as they were, half naked, not from coquetry but from poverty, they were still the daughters of Greece, degenerated, bastardized no doubt, but in whom, nevertheless, it was easy to discern some traces of the maternal tvpe. Two among them, on our invitation conveyed through Ciotta, good-naturedly posed for Jadin, who made two sketches of them which 2iiight well be thought copies of antique paintings. We found awaiting us at the hotel another Gellias, who, having heard of our arrival, had come to offer us hospitality. He was the architect of the city, Signore Politi, a very agreeable man, whose whole life is devoted to the study of the antiquities in the midst of which he lives. Whatever desire we had to profit by his offer, we refused it, not wishing to hurt our landlord, who had evidently been making great preparations to receive us ; but we declared to Signore Politi that in all other respects we would gladly claim his kindness. He answered by putting himself at our entire disposal. We took instant advantage of his speech by asking him for informa- tion as to how we could Ix^st reach Palermo. There were two ways, he said, by which to do so : the first to follow the coasts in the spcronara ; the THE SPERONARA i295 second to cut diagonally across Sicily from Girgenti to Palermo. The first necessitated fifteen to eighteen days' sailing; the second three days only on mule- back ; moreover it would show us the interior of Sicily in all its solitude and bareness ; there was no doubt as to saving of time, or gain of the picturesque. We chose the second. One only unpleasantness was attached to it, so said Signore Politi. The road was infested with robbers, and fifteen days earlier an Englishman had been murdered between Fontana- Fredda and Castro-Novo. We looked at each other, Jadin and I, and laughed. Ever since we had been in Italy, we had heard incessant talk of bandits without ever perceiving so much as the shadow of one. At first, I own, the terrible tales of travellers stripped, held for ransom, or assassinated, told to us by the drivel's of carriages who did not want to drive by night, or by the masters of inns to induce us to take an escort on which they levied a percentage, did produce upon us a certain impression. In consequence, the first few times we prudently stopped where we were ; after that we went on with some fear ; until finally, seeing that the danger talked of was never reali/ed, we had ended by laughing and travelling at all hours with- out taking other precautions than that of never going anywhere without our weapons. Later, at Naples, we were positively assured that we could not quit Sicily without meeting that which we had vainly sought elsewhere; but since we had been in Sicily, as at Naples, as at Home, as in Florence, we had never, so far, met any highway robbers, except the 296 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS innkeepers. It is true that they did the thing conscientiously. The fear expressed by Signore Politi seemed to me therefore exaggerated, and I told him that what he presented as an obstacle was, on the contrary, an attraction the more, and that we chose deliberately the land journey. As this answer, not to seem braggadocio, necessitated explanation, I told him of all the warnings given to us, the luck we had had in meeting with no bad adventures, and the desire we had to make acquaintance with some bandit, if only to give the charm of emotion to our journey. " Pardieu ! " exclaimed Signore Politi, " if that is all you want, I know of the very thing for you." " What, really ? " " Yes ; only, the man is a retired robber ; an absolved bandit, as one might say. He is a muleteer in Palermo, and has just arrived here with some English people. If you would like to bike him, he has two good mules, and with him you will have one advantage: if you should meet brigands you can negotiate with them. Being an old comrade they will give him advantages they woukl not give to others." " Is this honest man in Girgenti ?" I cried. "He was here this morning, and unless he has just started, which I doubt, we can send for him." 44 Send at once, I lx-g of you." Signore Politi called the waiter and told him to go and find Giacomo Salvatore, tell him that he, Signore Politi, wanted him, and bring him immedi- THE SPERONAHA 297 ately. Ten minutes later the waiter reappeared followed by the required individual. He was a man from forty to forty-five years of age, who still preserved beneath the costume of a Sicilian peasant a certain military bearing. He wore upon his head a gray woollen cap, Phrygian in shape and embroidered in red ; as for the rest of his accoutrement, it consisted of a blue velveteen waistcoat, through the armholes of which came the sleeves of a coarse linen shirt, the cuffs being also embroidered in red like the cap ; a woollen sash of several colours that girt his waist ; a pair of short breeches of blue velveteen like the waistcoat ; and a species of top-boots, open at the sides. The whole stood out against the background of a reddish cloak embroidered in green, which, being flung over one shoulder only, hung down behind and gave to his appearance something very picturesque. Signore Politi had requested us to make no allu- sion to the former profession of Signorc Salvatore, and to content ourselves at this first interview with discussing charges and making our agree- ment. We promised him to keep within the strictest propriety. As Politi had supposed, the muleteer, on arriving that morning with two foreigners, had said to him- self that he should not lose his time if he waited awhile. It is true that sometimes, as he afterwards owned, he was mistaken in his calculation, and had met with timorous souls who preferred, for their three days' trip through the wilds, other company than that of an ex-robber; then again, under other 298 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS circumstances, such for instance as those in which we met him, he was well compensated for his time and trouble. On the whole, he was nearly sure of his customer when the traveller was English or French ; the chances were even when the traveller was Ger- man ; but if he was Italian it was not worth while even to present himself and offer his services ; he knew beforehand they would be refused. The discussion was not long. In the first place, Salvatore, proud as a king, had the habit of impos- ing conditions, not of accepting them. As these conditions were confined to two piastres for each mule, and two piastres for the muleteer, comprising the mule for the baggage, in all, eight piastres, these arrangements seemed to us so reasonable that we immediately engaged mules and muleteer for the morning of the next day but one ; to bind which agreement Salvatore paid us two piastres as earnest- money. Here, by the bye, is a notable fact : throughout Italy it is the vettnrim who give earnest money to travellers and not the travellers who give it to the vetturin't. Sign ore Politi then asked Salvatore if he thought there was any danger for us on the road. Salvatore replied that as for danger there was none, and he would answer for that. At one place, perhaps, about five or six miles Ixjyond Castro-Novo, we might have some negotiations to make with a band who had chosen to make that neighbourhood their headquarters ; but, even in that case, Salvatore would answer for it that the toll demanded of us, supposing it was demanded at all, would not exceed ten or a THE SPERONARA 299 dozen piastres. That was, as will be seen, a mere nothing, not worth the trouble of thinking about. This point settled, we offered a glass of wine to Salvatore and all of us drank to the prospect of a fortunate trip ; after which it became necessary to inform Captain Arena of our resolution and tell him to go round the western end of Sicily with the speronara and rejoin us at Palermo. Consequently, I found a messenger who for half a piastre agreed to take my despatch to the harbour. It contained an invitation to our good captain to come and see us the next morning at nine o'clock, and to bring with him certain designated articles of bare necessity for our trip across the island and for the time we might have to wait in Palermo for the rest of our roba. This done, Signore Politi, seeing that we seemed very anxious to go to bed, took leave of us, offering to be our guide himself on the following day, and begging us to inform the landlord that we should dine with him and not at the inn. Thanks to this discretion, which enabled us to go to bed early, we were early afoot the next morning and ready to follow him when he came to fetch us at six o'clock. The heat, reflected from the bare rocks on which we trod, had been so suffocating the pre- vious day that we had resolved to escape it as much as possible by starting very early in the morning. We left the city by the same gate through which we had entered it, accompanied by Signore Politi, and followed by our friend Ciotta, whom we would fain have got rid of; but he, like the gardener 300 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS in the " Nozze di Figaro," was not such a fool as to dismiss such good masters. While awaiting the opportunity to give us proofs of his erudition, he gave us marks of his good-will by carrying Jadin's stool, umbrella, and colour-box. The first traces of antiquity that we came to were tombs hollowed in the rock itself, such as I had already seen at Aries and in the village of Baux ; I left Jadin to plunge with Signore Politi into a profound scientific discussion, and I walked on with Ciotta to a square little building of rather elegant construction, standing on a sub-base and adorned with four pilasters. After vainly trying with my deepest archaeological knowledge to make out the antique purpose of the little edifice, I was forced to have recourse to Ciotta's erudition, and I asked him if he had any opinion as to that ruin. "Why, certainly, signore," he replied; "that is the Chapel of Phalaris." " Chapel of Phalaris ! " I exclaimed, astonished at that singular conjunction of words. " Do you believe it?" " I am sure of it, Eccellenza." " But which Phalaris ? ** I asked ; for after all, there might have been two, and the reputation of the one might have obscured the credit of the other. " Why ! " replied Ciotta, evidently surprised at the question. " I mean the famous tyrant who invented the brass bull." " Ah ! ah ! pardon me ; I had no idea he was so devout." " He had remorse, Eccellenxa, he had remorse ; THE SPERONARA 301 and as the place he lived in was only a few steps distant, he built this chapel so as not to have to go far to hear mass."" 1 " Pardon me, Signore cicerone, but your explana- tion seems to me so judicious that I ask leave to write it at once in my note-book. " " Do so, Eceellenxa, do so." At this moment Jadin joined me. As I did not wish to deprive him of the luminous explanation given me by Ciotta, I left the two together and walked on with Signore Politi to visit the Temple of the Giants, while Jadin made in a few strokes a pencil sketch of the Chapel of Phalaris. The Temple of the Giants is, at the present time, a mass of ruins, and if, according to Biscari, a tri- glvph had not been found among them it would have been difficult to say to what order of architecture the edifice belonged. According to all probability, this temple, that seemed built for eter- nity [in the fifth century before Christ] was over- thrown by the barbarians. In 1401, Fa/iello, the chronicler of Sicily, says that he saw still standing three of the giants who formed the caryatides. 2 It is 1 The building docs really go by the name of the " Ora- torium of Phalaris." It was originally a Greek Sanctuary; in 1()S<>, when the town was taken by the Normans under Roger I., Agrigentum was made into a bishopric and the building became a Norman chapel. Tu. a It is curious that Dumas does not give its ancient name. Temple of Zeus, or mention the minute description of it by Diodorus Siculus, who tells, from sight, of the vast columns twenty feet in circumference, with flutings so deep that a man could stand in the depths of one. The colossal Telamones or Atlantes mentioned above stood above them holding up the 302 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS these three giants that modern Girgenti, proud daughter of her race, has taken for her arms. Some- time later an earthquake threw them down, and to-day, of all that " court of colossals," as the motto of the city calls them, nought remains but one poor giant, whose broken parts have been brought together as he lies upon the ground; so that he still gives, with a section of the famous columns in the flutings of which a man could hide, a faint idea of the gran- deur of the building. We measured that stone giant : he was twenty- four to twenty-five feet in height, including the arms bent above his head. The outlines of the figure are much defaced, these caryatides, according to all prob- ability, having been covered with stucco, and their hind sides resting against pilasters or walls. Our friend Ciotta had set up on this figure a theory not less ingenious than the one he had propounded to me respecting the Chapel of Phalaris ; he thought that this great giant was one of the ancient inhabi- tants of Sicily, who, having had the imprudence to fall into a petrifying fountain, had been preserved intact until the day when, the fountain having gone dry owing to an earthquake, he was found such as he is to-day. From the Temple of the Giants we had only the an- tique way to cross before reaching that of Heracles; which has lx>en even more maltreated than its neigh- bour. [The stones of both these temples were in entablature. The metopae on the east side represented the wars of the gods with the giants, those on the west side the Trojan war. Ta. THE SPERONARA 303 modern times carried down the antique way to build the Molo of Girgenti, now called the Porto Empedocle.] One column alone remains standing. This is the temple which Cicero says, apropos of the famous painting of Alcmene by Zeuxis, was so mag- nificent that it was difficult to see anything finer : Qiio non facile dixerim quidquid vldease pulchriii.1. So, when Verres, who found it ready to his hand, attempted to steal that picture and the statue of Heracles by night, the inhabitants of Agrigentum rose in rebellion and drove away with stones the messengers of the Roman proconsul. These ruins visited we went down through the Porta Aurea, to the plain without the walls, where we presently reached a small square building, which some call the tomb of Theron [descendant of Telemachus, conqueror of Him era, and beauti- fier of Acragas] ; others say it LS that of a famous courser. Each side gives such powerful proofs in support of its assertion that our guide, embarrassed between the two, told us, by way of conciliating both, that the tomb was that of an ancient Agrigentine king who had himself buried there with a courser that he loved. Three hundred steps farther on are two columns encased in the walls of a little casino ; they are all that remains of a temple to .Ksculapius. The plain in which they stand is still called the Campo Romano. This was the spot where, according to Polybius, a part of the Roman army camped dur- ing the first Punic war. As the sun, with whom we had made so inti- 304 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS mite an acquaintance the day before, was begin- ning again to do us the honours of the town which Pindar says he did not disdain to sing him- self we deprived ourselves of seeing the temples of Hephaistos, Castor and Pollux, and the Piscine made by the Carthaginian prisoners in the valley of Acragas. Ciotta tried to insist on taking us there, but we promised to pav him as if we had gone ; which brought him around instantly to our sentiments. On reaching the hotel we found Captain Arena waiting for us with our cook. We were surprised by this infraction of the commands of the Neapolitan police, who forbade, it will be remembered, that Cama should set foot on land. But the poor devil had so implored that he should be taken from an element on which he did not have a moment's rest, and which had come so near being fatal to him the evening lx>- fore, that the captain, touched by his supplications, brought him to us to ask whether, in spite of the in- junction against him, we would take it upon us to carry him bv land to Palermo. The victim awaited our decision with so piteous a face that we had not the courage to refuse his request. At the risk of what might happen, Cama was, to his great satis- faction, reinstated on terra firma. Five minutes later our landlord rushed in to ask if we were dissatisfied with our dinner of the evening before. As we had no wish to hull the feelings of the worthy man, who had really done all he could, I told him that far from complaining we were, on the contrary, well satisfied ; then he Ix'gged me to come and put a THE SPERONARA 305 stop to what was going on in his kitchen, where Caina was turning everything topsy-turvy. I ran there at once, and found Caina in the middle of five or six saucepans demanding with loud outcries some- thing to put into them. It was this indiscreet de- mand that wounded our landlord. I explained to Cama that his requirements were exorbitant, and I requested him to leave the cook of the hotel to cook as he pleased the do/en eggs which with great diili- culty he had managed to procure for us. Cama retired grumbling, and I could comfort him only by telling him he should have his turn during our journey from Girgenti to Palermo. The captain had brought all we had sent for, and on the chance of our wanting them, a hundred or so of piastres. But inasmuch as what Signore Politi had told us of the road did not invite us to over- burden ourselves with money, we begged him to carry back the said sum to the speronara, where it would be far safer than in our pockets. We had between us, Jadin and I, about fifty once.t, that is to say, seven or eight hundred francs, which seemed to us all the more sufficient because the captain promised to rejoin us in about ten days. lie had feared for a moment that the accident of losing his anchor might oblige him to remain some days at (Jirgenti in order to replace it; but Filippo had* dived so often and so well that he managed finally to detach its iron tooth from the rock in which it was caught, and at last, having dived seven times to a depth of twenty-five feet, lie returned to the sur- face of the water bringing the anchor. Then Pietro 20 306 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS and Giovanni, who were awaiting him, plunged over- board with a cable ; and that being passed through the ring, the anchor was hoisted in triumph on board the speronara. All going on for the best, we took leave of our captain, giving him rendezvous at Palermo. Immediately after breakfast, which, as may be in- ferred from the forecast given above of it, did not keep us long, we set out in search of whatever re- markable things modern Girgenti might offer. The list was short : a shop of Etruscan vases, very empty, each piece at a price nearly triple what it would cost in Paris ; a small picture, called a Raffaelle, at best a Giulio Romano, which had been stolen, then re- turned by the medium of a confessor, and was now in the keeping of the judge, who was likely to become its ultimate possessor ; and, finally, the cathedral church, deprived for the time being of its bishop, for the reason that, the last prelate having died, the King of Naples became possessed, provisionally, of his reve- nues ; and as these amounted to some thirty thou- sand onces (about 4,800,000 francs) his Majesty of the Two Sicilies was in no haste to fill the vacant benefice. These different visits, insignificant though they were, brought us, nevertheless, to the dinner hour, and to a meal which was served to us with a profu- sion we had found with our good Gemellaro at Nico- losi, and never since. At dessert, the conversation again fell upon robbers ; and this topic reminding us naturally of our future guide Salvatore, I asked Si- gnore Politi to give us some information as to how THE SPERONARA 307 the grace of God had touched him. Instead of reply- ing to my inquiry our host proposed to tell us of an incident which had happened some seven or eight years earlier at Castrogiovanni. Not wishing to lose reality for a shadow we accepted at once, and with- out further preamble than to call for coffee and give orders that we were not to be disturbed under any pretext whatsoever, Signore Politi told us the following tale. X COLONEL SANTA-CROCE ON the 20th of July, 1826, at six oY-lock in the evening, not only was the court-room of Cas- trogiovanni crowded with inquisitive persons, but the neighbouring streets were blocked by a flood of men and women who, unable to get a place in the justice hall, were waiting outside to hear the verdict. This verdict was of the utmost importance to the whole population of central Sicily. The accused man, who was now before the judges, made part, it was asserted, of the band of the famous captain Luigi Lana, which appearing sometimes on the road from Catania to Palermo, sometimes on that from Catania to Girgenti, and occasionally on both at the same time, scrupu- lously robbed and stripped every traveller who had the imprudence to take either of those routes. Signore Luigi Lana was one of those bandit chiefs that are found no longer except in Sicily and at the Opera-Comique, robbers who rush to the high- roads to redress the abuses of swiety, and restore some equality between the favours and disfavours of fortune. A score of persons had had personal deal- ings with him ; but out of the twenty descriptions of him given by those persons there were not two alike. One said he was a fine, handsome young man of four or five and twenty, with fair hair and the look of a THE SPERONARA 309 woman ; others declared he was a man of forty to forty-five, with strongly marked features, olive skin, and black and close-curling hair. Some said they had seen him enter churches and say his prayers with a compunction that put the most fervent monks to shame ; others had heard him utter blasphemies fit to rend the heavens, and held him to be a wicked and lost reprobate. There were also some, but these, it must be owned, were few in number, who said he was a more honest man than those who sought to catch him and hang him, and a more rigid observer of a simple verbal promise than many commercial persons are of written obligations ; those who thought thus produced a fact which effectually proved that Signore Luigi Lana never jested in matters concern- ing his promised word. Here is the fact on which they based the good opinion they had formed and proclaimed touching this singular personage. One day when he was being pursued, he found a refuge in the house of a rich Sicilian noble named the Marchese di Villalba. On leaving him Luigi, being grateful, promised the marquis that he and his should henceforth travel in Sicily in perfect safety. Confiding in this promise, the marquis soon after sent his man of business to make a payment at Cef- alu ; but between l*oli//i and Collesano the steward was stopped by a robber. In vain the poor devil said that he belonged to the Marchese di Villalba and that the said Marchese had a safe-conduct from the captain for himself and all his people. The bandit listened to none of these assertions and left the poor steward as naked as a worm. Seeing the impossibil- 310 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS ity of going farther, the steward returned on his steps and asked shelter in the first house he came to in Poli/zi ; thence he wrote to his master of the misfortune which had befallen him and asked his instructions. The marquis, who did not care to go and summon Lana to keep the promise he had made him and then had broken so immediately, was in the act of writing to his poor steward to return to the chateau, when he received two sacks brought by an unknown man, who left them, saying they were sent to the marquis by Captain Luigi Lana. The mar- quis opened them. The first contained the money taken from the steward, the second, the head of the robber. At the same time the steward received at the house where he had taken refuge, by another unknown messenger, the clothes of which he had been stripped. From that day forth no bandit ever ventured to rub against the Marchese di Villalba, or any of his household. Well, as I have said, on the 20th of July, 1826, a man was being tried in the court-room of Castrogio- vanni on suspicion of belonging to the band of Luigi Lana, and of having murdered an English traveller two months earlier, that is to say, on the 18th of May, between Centorbi and Paterno. As the Eng- lishman died two days after the four stab-wounds he had received, there was no opportunity of con- fronting him with the supposed guilty partv. But before expiring, the victim, who had maintained throughout a coolness and self-possession worthy of the land in which he was born, gave so precise a description of his murderer that six weeks after the THE SPERONARA 311 Englishman's death they were able to capture the guilty man. When I say the guilty man, I ought to say simply the accused man, for opinions were much divided as to the guilt of the individual who was now before Signore Bartolommeo, the judge of Castrogiovanni. In fact, in spite of the testimony of the dying Eng- lishman, and in spite of the identity of his descrip- tion with the features of the accused man, the latter maintained that he was the victim of a resemblance, and that on the very day of the murder he was in the harbour of Palermo, where, at the time, he was working as a porter. Unfortunately, Signore Bartolommeo, the judge, seemed to have sided with the number of persons who were little inclined to believe this denial, a fact which left, as can readily be seen, very little hope for the poor devil, whose only plea was an alibi he could not prove. The matter stood thus, and the populace were waiting, expecting every moment to hear the verdict, when a handsome young man of twenty-eight to thirty years of age, in the uniform of an English colonel, followed by two servants, like himself on horseback, rode into Castrogiovanni, coming from the direction of Palermo, and stopped at the Albergo dei Ciclopi, kept by the worthy Gaetano Pacca. As travellers of that quality were rare in Castrogio- vanni, Gaetano Pacca hastened himself to the door, and yielded to no one the honour of holding the stran- ger's bridle while the rider dismounted. The officer, who, as I have said, was followed by two servants, seemed at first opposed to this excess of politeness, 312 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS then, observing that the landlord insisted, and not wishing to refuse such a trifle, he dismounted \vith much grace and entered the inn, flicking off as he did so, with his riding whip, the dust on his boots and trousers. " I am the very humble servant of your Excel- lency, 11 said the landlord, who, having flung the bridle of the horse to his hostler, entered the inn behind the stranger, " and I shall be eternally proud that a gentleman of the rank of your Excellency has stopped at the Albergo dei Ciclopi. Your Excel- lency has no doubt taken a long ride, and a long ride rouses the appetite. What shall I serve your Excellency for dinner?"" " My dear Signore Pacca," said the stranger, speaking Italian with a strong Maltese accent, and with a haughty air, which cut short the rather famil- iar politeness of the landlord, " have the goodness, in the first place, to reply to a question I wish to ask you ; after which we will return to the proposal you are kind enough to make to me." "I-am at the orders of your Excellency."" " Very good. I wish to know how many miles it is from Castrogiovanni to the chateau of my friend the Prince of Paterno;" " Your Excellency surely does not mean to take such a long ride to-day, and especially not at this hour ? " " Excuse me, my dear Pacca," said the stranger, in the same rather scoffing tone noticeable already in his manner and words, " but do you not perceive that you are answering my question with another THE SPERONARA 313 question? I asked you how many miles it is from here to the chateau of the Prince of Paterno ; do you understand me ? " " Seventeen miles, your Excellency."" " Very good ; with my horse that is an affair of less than three hours; if I leave at eight o'clock I shall he there before midnight. So prepare my dinner, and that of my servants, and feed our horses." "Lord God!" exclaimed the innkeeper, "your Excellency surely does not mean to travel by night ? " " Why not ? " " Your Excellency must know that the roads are not safe." The stranger laughed with a look of inexpressible contempt ; then, after a moment's silence, " What is there to fear?" he asked, continuing to flick the dust from his trousers with his whip. " What is there to fear ! Your Excellency asks that ? " " Yes, I do ask it." " Has your Excellency never heard tell of Luigi Lana ? " " Luigi Lana ? who is he ? " " He is the most terrible bandit, your Excellencv, who ever appeared in Sicily." " Really ? " said the stranger, in his bantering tone. " And especially at this moment whtyi he is much exasperated," added the landlord. " 1 11 answer for it, he wouldn't give quarter ty> any one." " Why is he exasperated, my good Pacca ? Come, tell me about it." 314 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " Because they are trying at this moment one of his band." " Where ? " " Here, in the court-room, your Excellency." " Of course the rascal will be condemned ? " " I am afraid so. Excellency." " Why are you afraid of it, Signore Gaetano ? " " Why ? because, your Excellency, Luigi Lana is a man who would set fire to all four corners of Castro- giovanni to avenge himself." The stranger burst out laughing. *' May I know why your Excellency laughs ? " asked the innkeeper, amazed. " I laugh because one man of spirit can make eight or ten thousand cowards like you tremble," replied the stranger, with a more contemptuous air than ever. " So," he continued, after a moment's pause, " you think this man will certainly be condemned ? " " I have n't a doubt of it, Excellency." " I am sorry I did not get here earlier," said the stranger, as if to himself; "I .should like to have seen the figure the fellow cut on being condemned." "Perhaps there is still time," said Pacca; "and if your Excellency would like to amuse yourself that way while dinner is getting ready, I will write a line to the Judge Bartolommeo, whose foster-brother I have the honour to be ; and I do not doubt that on my introduction he will place your Excellency on the bench of lawyers." " Thank vou, my friend," said the stranger, rising and going to the door ; "thank you, but it is prob- THE SPERONARA 315 ably too late ; I hear a great noise of people in the streets; the verdict has no doubt been given." The crowd, which ten minutes earlier was press- ing round the court-room, was now dispersing through the streets with shouts of " Death ! death! 11 issuing from four or five thousand throats. The prisoner, in spite of his reiterated denials, having no witnesses on his behalf, was declared guilty and sentenced to be hung. The young colonel stood in the doorway till the throng, which he gazed at frowning and gnawing his moustache, had passed by ; then, when the street had again become almost solitary, save for two or three lingering groups here and there, he turned to the innkeeper, who stood respectfully behind him, standing on tiptoe in the effort to look over his shoulder. " When do you think that man will be executed, friend Pacca ? " asked the stranger. " Day after to-morrow morning, no doubt,"" replied Pacca ; " to-day sentence, to-night confession, to- morrow chapclk ardentc, next day gibbet." " At what hour ? " " Eight o'clock ; that's the usual time." " Upon my word, I have a fancy ! " exclaimed the colonel. " And what may that be, Excellency ? " " Why, as I missed seeing the fellow condemned, I should like to see him hanged." "Nothing easier; your Excellency can start to- morrow morning, pay your visit to the Prince of Paterno, and be back here to-morrow evening." 316 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS " You speak like Saint John of the Golden Mouth, my dear Pacca," replied the colonel, pulling out his cambric shirt-frill from his British uniform ; " I will do as you say. Therefore get ready my dinner and my room ; try to have them, I '11 not say good, but passable. I shall leave in the morning and return at night. During that time get me a good place to see the execution, a window for instance; I will pay whatever is asked." " I can do better than that, Excellency." "How so?" " Your Excellency knows that it is customary for the judge to be present at executions, on a platform." " Ah ! the custom, is it ? No, I did not know it no matter, go on." " I will ask the judge, whose friend I have the honour to be, to keep a place beside him for your Excellency." "Capital! And in return I promise you, if you obtain that place for me, to pay your bill without verifying the items. Now, while waiting for dinner, which, I am afraid, will be long in coming, have you nothing you can give me to read to pass the time ? " " Yes, your Excellency, oh, yes ! " replied Pacca, opening a cupboard where a few shabby and torn books were mouldering. "Here is the 'Guide to Travellers hi Sicily," 1 by that illustrious learned man, Francesco Ferrara; here are two volumes of 'Gay and Lively Poems, 1 by the Abbe Meli ; here's a treatise on the Jettatura by Signore Nicola Va- letta ; here ""s the ' History of the Terrible Bandit, THE SPERONARA 317 Luigi Lana, 1 adorned with his portrait painted from life 1 ' " Ah ! the devil ! my dear landlord, give me that; I am curious to know what the man you threaten me with looks like." " There he is, Excellency, look at him. 1 " " The deuce ! Well, he is a villanous-looking fel- low, your friend Luigi Lana, with his big moustache, his eyes sticking out of his head, his unkempt hair under that sugar-loaf hat, and the pistols in his belt." " But this picture of him, terrible as it is, is noth- ing to the original ; I can assure your Excellency of that." " Have you ever seen him, my good Pa,cca ? "" asked the young colonel, who sat tilting his chair and looking at the innkeeper in his sarcastic way. "No, Excellency ; no, I have not seen him ; but I have lodged poor devils of travellers who have met him to their sorrow, and they have described him to me from head to foot."" " Pooh ! fear troubled their sight ; they must have been exaggerating. However, my dear land- lord, as I have what I want, go and attend to my dinner, while I see if the deeds of this terrible personage correspond with his face." "Immediately, your Excellency, immediately." The traveller made a sign with his head, indicating that he knew perfectly well what to expect of an Italian's subito, and stretching himself out on two chairs, he proceeded with truly Southern indifl'erence to begin his reading. Doubtless, in spite of the contempt with which he 318 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS opened the book, the colonel found something in it to interest him, for when the landlord returned in half an hour he found him in the same attitude and occupied in the same way. If the colonel had em- ployed his time well, so had the landlord. After talking with the master he had talked with the ser- vants, and learned from them that the traveller whom he had the honour of lodging was a young Maltese, who, having a fortune of one hundred thou- sand francs a year, had purchased a colonelcy in a British regiment. The next thing was to know the colonel's name. As for this, the proprietor of the Albergo dei Ciclopi had a simple method of ascer- taining it. He took his register, according to Italian custom, for the traveller to sign. The colonel raised liis eyes, perceived the landlord, and seeing the register, guessed his object. Stretch- ing out his hand he took the pen and wrote at the place indicated by Gaetano's forefinger: "Colonel Santa-Croce." Gaetano, amply satisfied, now knew all he wanted to know. " If your Excellency would be pleased to sit down to table," he said ; " the soup is served. 11 " Ah ! " said the young colonel, " why did not you tell me sooner ? I would have spared you the trouble of removing your table service." " Removing my table service, your Excellency ! Is it not arranged to your taste ? " "Oh, yes, my dear host; oh, yes; but I have a habit of wiping my fingers with Holland damask, and eating off silver plate ; it is not that your nap- THE SPEIIONARA 319 kins are not clean, and your pewter forks quite bright, but with your permission I will not use them. Call my servant." The landlord obeyed instantly, albeit rather humil- iated at the affront put upon him by the colonel ; but as the latter had promised not to verify his bill he determined to wipe out the insult by its items. Five minutes later the colonel's valet entered with a case as large as a trunk, out of which he took silver plates and dishes, knives and forks, and a silver-gilt goblet, all marked with the colonel's arms. His master then sat down to dinner with the disdainful air of a prince, scarcely tasted each dish, and at the close of the meal, seeing that the weather was fine and the moonlight superb, he started to take a turn through the town. Pacca offered to accompany him, but the colonel replied that he preferred to be alone. Nevertheless, as the landlord was by nature very inquisitive, he left his inn ten minutes after his guest, on pretence of taking a walk himself, but really in the hope of meeting him. Now, although Castro- giovanni has but two or three principal streets, the expectation of the worthy innkeeper was balked; he saw nothing that even resembled the haughty form and bearing of the young colonel. As he passed before the prison, he saw a poor Franciscan monk entering it, a man of God, on his way to prepare the criminal for death. The colonel did not return to the inn till mid- night. Gaetano Pacca longed to ask him what he could find of interest in Castrogiovanni to keep him out so late ; but as he opened his mouth to ask that 320 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS question, the young man let fall upon him so dis- dainful a glance, with an order to have him waked at six in the morning, that the worthy Gaetano felt the words die in his mouth, and he bowed in sign of obedience without proffering a single word. At seven in the morning the colonel, after swal- lowing a cup of black coffee only, rode off', as he had said, for the castle of the Prince of Paterno, taking with him one valet, and leaving the other to look after his baggage and remind Gaetano Pacca of his promise to obtain from the judge a place beside him from which to witness the execution. An execution was not a common thing at Castro- giovanni ; consequently, the day that preceded that of the poor condemned man was one of agitation ; everybody roamed the streets ; the bells were tolled ; those who had news from the judge or the jailer were in demand. It was thought that the criminal, hav- ing no longer any hope of lessening the severity of his punishment except by confession, would make revelations, so that the people might know something positive about the man and about his captain, the terrible Luigi Lana. This hope was foiled ; not only did the criminal make no revelation, but, on the con- trary, he continued to protest his innocence, repeat- ing incessantly that on the day of the murder he was in Palermo, nearly one hundred and fifty miles from the scene of the crime. The confessor himself could draw nothing else from him, and the venerable monk left the prison saying he feared that human justice, intending to punish a guilty man, was really making a martyr. THE SPERONARA 321 The day went by in vehement discussions as to the guilt or innocence of the condemned man ; at dark the windows of the mortuary chapel, where he was to pass the night, were seen lighted up. At ten o'clock that evening the Franciscan monk who had ministered to him in his cell the day before, was taken to the chapel and remained with the prisoner an hour and a half. After his departure, the condemned man, who had been much agitated during the day, ap- peared more tranquil. At midnight the colonel returned with his valet to the Albergo dei Ciclopi, and finding the landlord sitting up to receive him, he told him, first, to take good care of his horses, who had made a long trip ; then he inquired if his order about obtaining a seat had been executed. Gaetano replied that his friend the judge had been only too happy to do something agreeable to his Excellency, and that on the morrow he would give him the seat beside him on the plat- form that he desired. Throughout that night the bells were tolled to remind good souls to pray for the man about to die. At five in the morning the streets leading from the prison to the place of execution were thronged with people, the windows were a wall of heads, and even the roofs cracked with the weight of spectators. At seven o'clock the judge took his seat on the plat- form with two clerks, the commandant of the guard, and the commissary of police, and, as he had prom- ised Gaetano, a seat was reserved beside him for the colonel. At half-past seven the latter arrived ; he thanked the judge very graciously, with the air of 322 JOURNEYS WITH DUMAS a great seigneur, for his kind attention, and, having looked at a magnificent watch set round with dia- monds to see if he should have to wait long, he sat down in the place of honour among the public authorities of Castrogiovanni. At eight o'clock the bells began to ring with re- doubled unction ; this was the signal that the con- demned man was leaving the prison. A few minutes later sounds of his approach were heard. The exe- cutioner, who preceded him, appeared on horseback ; then four guards, inarching behind that official ; then the condemned man himself, mounted on an ass with his face to the tail of the animal, thus proceeding backward that he might keep in sight the coffin which was borne by the Brothers of the Miseri- cordia ; after them the whole population of Castro- giovanni brought up the rear. The condemned man seemed to listen in a very absent manner to the exhortations of the monk who accompanied him. It was said in the crowd that this was because the monk was not the same as the one who had ministered to him in prison ; the latter had not come at the time expected, and they were forced to send in haste for another that the con- demned man might not die without the succour of religion. However that may have been, the poor devil, as we have said, seemed very uneasy and kept casting right and left among the crowd glances that plainly showed the anxiety of his mind. From time to time, unlike the usual way of criminals, who spare themselves the sight as long as possible, he turned to look at the gibbet, calculating, perhaps, how long THE SPERONARA 323 he still h