DOI Seite / Zitierlink:
https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.4593#0030
THE IONIAN ISLES IS
farmer ploughing with his white oxen, or a peasant
riding across the country on his little brown donkey.
One misses the richness and brilliancy of the usual
Italian landscape, and wonders at the dulness of life
in the heel of Italy. When we reached Taranto, our
20 x 30 tent was finished.
" An obsequious little English agent met us at the
dingy station at Brindisi and guided us through the
darkness to the waiting carriages. Our amazement
knew no bounds when we saw ourselves surrounded
by crowds of men with lanterns, banners, and torches,
shouting and singing to the accompaniment of drums
and a brass band ! They at once made room for our
open vehicles to lead the procession while they
walked beside us and fell in behind. On all sides
was the greatest enthusiasm and excitement, cries of
" Viva Monticelli! " " Viva le donne ! " Puzzled as
we were, we could not help laughing, even in the
peculiar situation of being the only women in the
streets. The revellers saw that we were disposed to
be good-natured, so they increased their merriment,
brandished their torches, and waved their flags over
our heads. At last we learned that there had been
an election and Brindisi was celebrating the victory of
the favorite candidate. The unusual advent of stran-
gers was an opportunity not to be wasted, so we were
escorted to the quay in triumph."
The steamer left at two in the morning, but we were
safely and comfortably settled the night before.
The trip from Italy to Corfu, the first of the Greek
isles, is a delightful one, when favored as we were
with a calm sea and a clear sky. By early morning
we find the bare and rugged outlines of the Albanian
farmer ploughing with his white oxen, or a peasant
riding across the country on his little brown donkey.
One misses the richness and brilliancy of the usual
Italian landscape, and wonders at the dulness of life
in the heel of Italy. When we reached Taranto, our
20 x 30 tent was finished.
" An obsequious little English agent met us at the
dingy station at Brindisi and guided us through the
darkness to the waiting carriages. Our amazement
knew no bounds when we saw ourselves surrounded
by crowds of men with lanterns, banners, and torches,
shouting and singing to the accompaniment of drums
and a brass band ! They at once made room for our
open vehicles to lead the procession while they
walked beside us and fell in behind. On all sides
was the greatest enthusiasm and excitement, cries of
" Viva Monticelli! " " Viva le donne ! " Puzzled as
we were, we could not help laughing, even in the
peculiar situation of being the only women in the
streets. The revellers saw that we were disposed to
be good-natured, so they increased their merriment,
brandished their torches, and waved their flags over
our heads. At last we learned that there had been
an election and Brindisi was celebrating the victory of
the favorite candidate. The unusual advent of stran-
gers was an opportunity not to be wasted, so we were
escorted to the quay in triumph."
The steamer left at two in the morning, but we were
safely and comfortably settled the night before.
The trip from Italy to Corfu, the first of the Greek
isles, is a delightful one, when favored as we were
with a calm sea and a clear sky. By early morning
we find the bare and rugged outlines of the Albanian