without a guide, as no one to speak of lives at Ciiieto,
had I not ignominiously called after him to stop,
apologised, and abjectly capitulated.
Our treaty concluded and my pardon granted, I
sprang up alongside him on the box and off we went,
jumping along over ruts and small rocks which adorned
the high-road at jjleasant and unexpected intervals, and
greatly added to the interest of the drive.
Nothing could equal the beauty of the scene which
meets your eyes on this journey, at least so it seemed
to me ; but I must admit that I was singularly
fortunate in arriving on
the night of the new
moon : and, as she coyly '.?«i- ';.j;At:;.;-: ^v
climbed the heavens,
pale and virginal among
the bi'ightly burning-
planets, and as millions
of fireflies flashed and
died and flashed again
among the olives, as
though they were the
spray falling from a fir-
mament that appeared
literally splashed with
stars, it seemed as if
I were arrived into the
delectable country for
which lovers sigh and
of which poets dream.
Even the practical and
inquisitive conversation
of my worldly-minded
charioteer, which was
indeed ' of the earth
earthy,' could hardly
draw down my mind
from the contemplation
of this beatific vision,
until, abruptly pulling
up, after a leap of more
than usual altitude over
some more jagged than
the average boulder, at
a little bridge, he
showed me where our
roads parted, and where a whitely gleaming path led
up to a little village peeping out among the hill-tops,
which he told me was Anticoli-C^orrado.
So with his ' buoii viaggio,' rendered the more
hearty by the receipt of what I afterwards discovered
to be his triple fare, off I started up the mountain
road, my little portmanteau in my hand. It was nearly
ten o'clock, and not a sound was to be heard but the
shiver of the olive leaves as the light night breeze
passed through them. Up, and always up, getting, it
seemed, but very little nearer by the winding moun-
tain road to my village, ' set,' fortunately, ' on an hill,'
and so not 'to be hid.' I had been walking for about
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twenty minutes, when I became suddenly aware of a
swinging light that was approaching me. A minute
later, and it was, immediately in front of me, flashed
into my face by a wild-looking figure, who, with the
most luireasonable laughter, danced about me, and
tried to seize my baggage. Firmly I resisted, my
British bull-dog instinct making me stick to it, while
the man, — whether partly maniac or wholly bandit,
my ignorance of his abominable dialect, and my
unfamiliarity with the extent and significance of
his gestures, made it difficult for me to discover,
— continuing to dance
around me, and dash
at my portmanteau in
my unwary moments, at
last endeavoured to em-
bi-ace me, telling me he
knew all about me — my
' people,' my hopes, my
fortunes, and my aims
— that he knew quite
well that I was coming
to Anticoli, and that
really I must not be
allowed anj' longer to
cari-y my portmanteau.
1 was about to reply
that the inconvenience
of its weight was as
naught when compared
with the anxiety I
should feel if I saw it
borne off on his uncouth
shoulders, when sud-
denly it occurred to me
that there might be
method in his madness. So I asked him, as he appeared to be so particularly omniscient, to tell me the name of the man at whose house I was to lodge. With leaps and roars of laughter and many claps on the shoulder the man at last told me that it was Michele Amato that was expecting me — that he himself was by way of being, in his intervals of performing postal duties,
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a sort of servant of my host, and that he had been sent by him on the chance of meeting me, as Signor Amato had thought it possible that I might arrive that night. Here, then, was the jorosaic end of this adventure — my bold highwayman an honest servant, anxious to perform his duty — my wild maniac only an ordinary specimen of an Italian peasant. The Italian peasant is gifted — as negroes are — with a power of seeing in the most ordinary events something to overpower him, with good-