. I righelli del Mediterraneo. Venezia del mare, andyou sentire come se fossi l'intrusione in un gen-tlemans cortile anteriore. Le case e i bastioni battlementsand giacciono vicino su entrambi i lati, così vicino thatone potrebbe gettare un biscotto nelle mani dei fumatori theTommies sulle pistole, o nativeslounging sui passi che corrono dal frontdoors nel mare stesso. Il cantiere-bracci reachabove la linea della casa-tops, e la prua-spirito sembra minacciare il caos con la finestra-lastre del custom-house. Noi non siamo appar-ingresso di entrare in un porto, ma giù per la cottura a vapore themain street di una città-città di yello

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. The rulers of the Mediterranean. Venice of the sea, andyou feel as though you were intruding in a gen-tlemans front yard. The houses and battlementsand ramparts lie close on either side, so near thatone could toss a biscuit into the hands of theTommies smoking on the guns, or the nativeslounging on the steps that run from the frontdoors into the sea itself. The yard-arms reachabove the line of the house-tops, and the bow-sprit seems to threaten havoc with the window-panes of the custom-house. We are not appar-ently entering a harbor, but steaming down themain street of a city—a city of yellow limestone, with streets, walls, houses, and waste places all ofyellow limestone. We might, for all the disturb-ance we are making, be moving forward in a barkcanoe, and not in an ocean steamer drawingtwenty-five feet of water. And then when theanchor drops, dozens of little boats, yellow andgreen and blue, with high posts at the bow andsterns like those on gondolas, shoot out from thesteps, and their owners clamor for the proud. STREET OF SANTA LUCIA, MALTA FROM GIBRALTAR TO CAIRO 8l privilege of carrying us over the few feet of waterwhich runs between the line of houses and theships sides. There was at the Centennial Exposition thehead of a woman cut in butter, which attractedmuch attention from the rural visitors. For thisthey passed by the women painted on canvasor carved in marble, they were too like the realthing, and the countrymen probably knew howdifficult it is to make butter into moulds. Forsome reason Malta reminds you of this butterlady. It is a real city—with real houses and ca-thedral and streets, no doubt, but you have a feel-ing that they are not genuine, and that though itis very cleverly done, it is, after all, a city carvedout of cheese or butter. Some of the cheese ismouldy and covered with green, and some of thewalls have holes in them, as has aerated breador ScJnueit::erkasc, and the streets and the pave-ments, and the carved facades of the church-es

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• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1890
• bookpublisherharper
• bookyear189