Beyond, the magic sea, purple and
crimson as the sun descended upon the vanishing horizon. Eastward,
above the slopes of Sila, stood a moon almost at its full, the
yellow of an autumn leaf, on a sky soft-flushed with rose.
In my geography it is written that between Catanzaro and the sea lie
the gardens of the Hesperides.
CHAPTER XII
CATANZARO
For half an hour the train slowly ascends. The carriages are of
special construction, light and many-windowed, so that one has good
views of the landscape. Very beautiful was this long, broad,
climbing valley, everywhere richly wooded; oranges and olives, carob
and lentisk and myrtle, interspersed with cactus (its fruit, the
prickly fig, all gathered) and with the sword-like agave. Glow of
sunset lingered upon the hills: in the green hollow a golden
twilight faded to dusk. The valley narrowed; it became a gorge
between dark slopes which closed together and seemed to bar advance.
Here the train stopped, and all the passengers (some half-dozen)
alighted.
The sky was still clear enough to show the broad features of the
scene before me.
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