The Argosy — page 55: what you’re looking at

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Letters from Majorca. 45 boats to be seen. No chance of a sail to-day, even if time per- mitted A river ran down the land towards the sea, and its depth seemed to surprise the guide. It was narrow, and so I accepted his offer of crossing it upon his shoulders. This was not dignified, but saved trouble. Away he went with his precious burden. The first thing he did was to step upon a loose quicksand, and land us both com- fortably in the water up to our knees. Another man behind us luckily pulled me out before I went in head over heels. And we all got over at last, safe if not perfectly sound. A long and steep climb led to the entrance of the caves: a ENTRANCE TO CAVES OF ARTA. beautiful as walk could be: wild and lovely, with everything grand and inspiring about it: the far-stretching, shimmering sea ; opposite, green hills, high and wide, and the rocky cliff which formed our present pathway. It really was paradise. On these occasions a feeling of utter and complete bliss and repose takes possession of one. Nothing the | world can give for a moment compares with this sense of beauty and perfection found only in those retired, untrodden bye-ways of earth. And yet there is ever and always a certain something that seems | wanting, which tinges one’s pleasure, however great, with pain, Is it that “Nor man nor nature satisfies whom only God created ?” We reached the mouth of the caves, which yawned far above f comicbooks.conm