f the▓ hill it is one of those up-and-down towns i▓n which streets should be fitted wi●th ladders; where every householder is ●in imminent danger, each time he steps out ●of doors, of falling into the nex●t block, should he inadvertently lose h●is grip on the faade of his d▓welling.I scaled the city without being red▓uced to the indignity of making the▓ ascent on hands and knees; but ●more than
once I kept my place only by▓ clutching at the flanking b▓uildings.
How little the knowledge of th▓e world among the masses of Italy has inc▓reased, since the days of Columbus, w▓as suggested during my evening in▓ the perennial inn at the summit of the town.▓Engaged in a game of “dama” (check●ers) with the innkeeper’s sm●all daughter, I strove at the same ti●me to satisfy the curiosity of the ho▓st himself and a band of stro▓lling musicians, of whom a blind you●th accompanied both game a
nd conver●sation on a soft-voiced violin.
“When you go▓ to America,” asked the innke▓eper, pointing out a move to my opponent, ▓“you get clear out of sight of land, n●on è vero”
I admitted that such experien▓ces were common.
- idea, wh▓ere wages
- are higher than in
- Italy.Coun▓tless ti
- mes I have heard quest
- ions ▓such as the
- se from Italians who we?/dd>
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“Ah, I once th▓ought of going to America,” he cr●ied, turning to impress up