File:Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna (1877) (14589937948).jpg

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Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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36 ITALY. written above a door ; and then, when we have reached the free space without, we beginto breathe freely. Torre di Londra ! Aquila nera ! Colomba doro ! resound on all hands ina sing-song tone. The porter who stands at the door of each omnibus with a brass badgeon his cap, seizes not only on ones travelling bag but on ones person, and we find our-selves thrust bodily into an omnibus! Verily it was a true saying of Stephen the Germanpostmaster-general ; In these days people dont travel, they are travelled!
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FONTANA DI FERRO, NEAR VERONA. The trunks are hauled on to the roof, Avanti ! cries the porter to the driver, andthen off we go along wide interminable streets leading from Porta Nuova into the interiorof the town. The pace is that peculiar hurried trot which all Italian nags have. We flyalong carelessly over stocks and stones; if the bay stumbles now and then, it is hardlynoticed amidst the rattle of the pavement and the tinkle of the bells on the harness. Aman, standing at a street corner, and who has barely time to jump aside out of reach ofour wheels, shouts after us Canaglia! But the word sounds as melodious as if itwere a compliment. We soon come out of the hot, dusty road to the railway, into the narrower, coolerstreets of the town, turn several sharp corners, and finally roll under the wide openportal of the hotel. The airy staircase, the marble floors, and the great oleanders in theentrance-hall show us already that we are in an Italian household. The guests seated attable wh

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