This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863. Excerpt: ... defence, the upper room of which was vacated for us. The people were curious, but kind, and I found my liking for the Mainotes increasing with every day. Francois, however, would know no good of them, and the Athenians opened their eyes in astonishment when they heard me praise those savage mountaineers. We had a lenten supper of fish and vegetables, and slept securely in our lofty chamber. In the morning we received a visit from the Demarch, who courteously offered us refreshments. The people who assembled to see us off were very handsome--of the ancient blood, almost without exception. On crossing the river beyond the village I was so struck with the magnificent landscape that I halted an hour to sketch it. Before us lay Skardamula, its tall towers rising above the mulberry and sycamore trees which lined the bank. Hills covered with fig and olive, and crowned with the dark shafts of the cypress, rose beyond, a Mainote fortress on every commanding point. On our left issued the river from a gigantic gorge between precipices of pale-red rock: a line of bastion-like hills stood in front of the high purple peaks around which scarfs of morning vapor were continually twisting and unrolling themselves, while, through the gaps between them, glimmered like fields of frosted silver the snowy cones of the Taygetus. Climbing a high headland of the coast by a rocky ladder, we descended on the other side into a lovely valley, in the lap of which, embowered in cypress groves, lay the village of Malta. Another castle was placed at our disposal, for breakfast, but we could get nothing except a few eggs. Francois was especially ill-humored on finding that no wine was to be had. "I suppose," said he to the people, "your priest here uses brandy when he celebrates mass." Pre...