The Argosy — page 54: what you’re looking at

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44 Letters from Majorca. not arranged to stay here the night. The inn certainly did not look inviting, but in travelling, one must be prepared for all sorts and conditions of resting-places. There is a certain pleasure in roughing it; a flavour of Bohemianism ; a sense of self-denial, none the less because the virtue is one of necessity. Here it was necessary to look up the guide to the caves. Our drive was by no means over, though noon had struck its hour. The guide was easily found, but it took him some time to beautify and adorn. He finally appeared, a very presentable object; young, strong, comely, and picturesquely attired. He, too, proved good- natured and intelligent, and was quite as ready to enjoy the excursion as we were. PLAINS OF ARTA, We went on through the plains towards the coast. ‘To the left, amongst distant hills, nestled a small, ancient-looking town, that we felt would be interesting to explore. Time forbade. I have forgottenits' , name. Presently we reached a curious castellated sort of building, with loop- * holes for windows, the freak or folly of some strange Mallorquin. \ And here, for the first time in Mallorca, we saw a pomegranate \ tree, and the driver intimated that we were at liberty to pick the | fruit. But the forbidden no longer charmed. If an Eve had { offered us an apple, we should not have taken it. \ At last we reached the coast. It was very different from that in | the neighbourhood of the Caves of Manacor. Here the cliffs were | high, rocky and grand. Green hills, wide and undulating, gave one a fine feeling of expanse. \ Again the sea ran up into a creek or harbour, but there were no comicbooks.kom