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Title: A winter pilgrimage : being an account of travels through Palestine, Italy, and the island of Cyprus, accomplished in the year 1900
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925
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Publisher: London New York Bombay : Longmans, Green, and Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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e. Here the strata seem to havebeen tilted on edge by some fearful convulsion in thebeginnings of the world, so that more than anythingelse they resemble long lines of military trenches ofbrown earth lying behind each other in numberlesssuccession, and topped, each of them, with a parapetof rock. On arriving at the police-station near the foot of themountains, we halted to lunch in the company of friendswho had ridden out from Kyrenia. Our meeting-placeshould have been Hilarion, but as I have said the rainstayed us. To climb up into the bosom of that blackcloud seemed too forbidding, and had we done so thecastle is sheltered by no roof beneath which we couldhave picnicked. Nobody seems to know who built Hilarion or wholived there. Mr. Alexander Drummond, writing in 1754,tells us that it is said to have been fortified by oneof the Lusignan queens, Charlotta, who was obliged toshelter there when a usurper called James the Bastard,as I think, her half-brother, had been established on the
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CO NICOSIA AND KYRENIA 177 throne by the Egyptian Power. Cesnola writes alsothat it was a stronghold of the Lusignans and used bythem as a state prison. Lastly, I remember that whenI was there in past years, a well-informed gentleman toldme that it had once stood a siege and been captured,whereon three hundred persons, men, women, and chil-dren, were hurled from a particularly hideous heightinto a chasm of the mountains. I do not know if thereis any foundation for this legend. At least the place,which still boasts some lovely windows and a hugecistern for the storage of soft water, is very wonderful,set as it is so high among those giddy peaks. With whatinfinite toil, cost, and pains must some old tyrant havereared its towers. Their style by the way is Gothic. When the rain began to slacken I went for a walk,to look at a wood of young trees which some enterprisinggentleman has planted here. They are doing well, andamong them I was so fortunate as to find the bee orchisof our shores in

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