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O. III. THROUGH ITALY. 73
notwithstanding the more flattering appellation of
the latter.
From Isola Madre we sailed up the bay of
Magotzo lying full west, and landed at its extre-
mity, whence we walked ever a rough stony road
about three miles, and about eight o’clock arrived
at Magotzo. The inn seemed poor and dirty,
but the people were obliging. Next morning we
arose at day-break, and had an opportunity of
contemplating the surrounding scenery.
The little town of Magotzo is situated on the
western extremity of a lake nearly oval, three
miles in length, in breadth one and a half, bor-
dered on the south and north by hills bold but
not too steep, wild yet finely wooded. It is se-
parated from the Verbano (Lago Maggiore) by
a plain of luxuriant verdure, divided by rows of
poplars into numberless meadows, and intersect-
ed by a narrow stream winding along the road
side, navigable only when swelled by abundant
rains. This streamlet forms a communication be-
tween the two lakes.
About seven o’clock we mounted our horses,
and advanced towards Domo d’ Ossola through
one of the most delightful rallies that Alpine
solitudes enclose, or the foot of the wanderer
notwithstanding the more flattering appellation of
the latter.
From Isola Madre we sailed up the bay of
Magotzo lying full west, and landed at its extre-
mity, whence we walked ever a rough stony road
about three miles, and about eight o’clock arrived
at Magotzo. The inn seemed poor and dirty,
but the people were obliging. Next morning we
arose at day-break, and had an opportunity of
contemplating the surrounding scenery.
The little town of Magotzo is situated on the
western extremity of a lake nearly oval, three
miles in length, in breadth one and a half, bor-
dered on the south and north by hills bold but
not too steep, wild yet finely wooded. It is se-
parated from the Verbano (Lago Maggiore) by
a plain of luxuriant verdure, divided by rows of
poplars into numberless meadows, and intersect-
ed by a narrow stream winding along the road
side, navigable only when swelled by abundant
rains. This streamlet forms a communication be-
tween the two lakes.
About seven o’clock we mounted our horses,
and advanced towards Domo d’ Ossola through
one of the most delightful rallies that Alpine
solitudes enclose, or the foot of the wanderer