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This Mountain
was almosi
sore the Ways
were repair'd
by Pope Gre-
gory XIII.
274 A New Voyage Vol. I.
always been in use since it was first built: But
this is a Gothkk Work. ’Tis three hundred and
fisty Paces in length, and about seven hundred
Ewglrssi Foot high, measuring from the top of it
to the bottom of the Valley.
Three Miles on this side Spoletto, we patted the
Somma, which is the highest Mountain on this
Road. And after we had travell’d five or six
impajsaHe, be- Miles among the dry and desart Rocks; those
Rocks were on a Ridden changed into Embel-
lilhments. During the space of four Miles, we
found Nature had employed all its endeavours to
cover these Mountains entirely with Laurels, wild
Olive-Trees, Tamarinds, Junipers, Ever-green
Oaks, and a wonderful variety of other Trees
or Shrubs, which preserve their Verdure all the
Winter. Whether you pass that way in January
or July, you find it (till almost the same. ’Tis
true, that as the Plain of Foligno looks chearfu!
and pleasant, this scems to have a sad and me-
lancholy Beauty. Upon our approach to Term,
those Mountains which had always confined us
in a (freight Passage, on the Brink of the Tor-
rent, which runs at the bottom of the Valley,
left us by degrees, and we found our (elves in a
great Forest of Olive-Trees. These Trees were
loaden with Fruits, it being the Custom to let
them ripen till they fall of themselves, or with
the least (baking. The green Olives which they
preserve in Pickle, are gathered before they are
ripe, and they take away their bitterness by Art.
Those which are ripe are no less bitter than the
green ones, and it is somewhat strange,that the bit-
terest of Fruits Ihould produce the sweetest Li-
quor. As we lest this Wood ©f Olives, we tra-
velled about a Mile in a Plain, which cither,
with respect to its Frliitftilness, or the mi’ldness
of the Air, is hardly inser io ur to that of Foligno;
and
was almosi
sore the Ways
were repair'd
by Pope Gre-
gory XIII.
274 A New Voyage Vol. I.
always been in use since it was first built: But
this is a Gothkk Work. ’Tis three hundred and
fisty Paces in length, and about seven hundred
Ewglrssi Foot high, measuring from the top of it
to the bottom of the Valley.
Three Miles on this side Spoletto, we patted the
Somma, which is the highest Mountain on this
Road. And after we had travell’d five or six
impajsaHe, be- Miles among the dry and desart Rocks; those
Rocks were on a Ridden changed into Embel-
lilhments. During the space of four Miles, we
found Nature had employed all its endeavours to
cover these Mountains entirely with Laurels, wild
Olive-Trees, Tamarinds, Junipers, Ever-green
Oaks, and a wonderful variety of other Trees
or Shrubs, which preserve their Verdure all the
Winter. Whether you pass that way in January
or July, you find it (till almost the same. ’Tis
true, that as the Plain of Foligno looks chearfu!
and pleasant, this scems to have a sad and me-
lancholy Beauty. Upon our approach to Term,
those Mountains which had always confined us
in a (freight Passage, on the Brink of the Tor-
rent, which runs at the bottom of the Valley,
left us by degrees, and we found our (elves in a
great Forest of Olive-Trees. These Trees were
loaden with Fruits, it being the Custom to let
them ripen till they fall of themselves, or with
the least (baking. The green Olives which they
preserve in Pickle, are gathered before they are
ripe, and they take away their bitterness by Art.
Those which are ripe are no less bitter than the
green ones, and it is somewhat strange,that the bit-
terest of Fruits Ihould produce the sweetest Li-
quor. As we lest this Wood ©f Olives, we tra-
velled about a Mile in a Plain, which cither,
with respect to its Frliitftilness, or the mi’ldness
of the Air, is hardly inser io ur to that of Foligno;
and