Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 319 of 400
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296 Letters from Majorca. that but for the accident of the forty-eight eggs and the hospitality of Miramar, we should have died of famine. To-day on approaching Valdemosa there were no signs of a storm. The pass stood out in all its beauty, the mountains towered in the clear atmosphere in all their grandeur of form. Anything more romantic could scarcely be conceived: and a friend, who has seen much of the world, tells me that he thinks this part of Mallorca one of the sublimest spots of earth. The little town, with its grey and sombre houses, slept in the hollow. The chain of hills divided, and made way for laughing valleys: valleys that are wonderfully fertile. All the rich fruits of the earth grow here in abundance. It is the cherry orchard par wag =e My i ih nv ne Ne ¥ FUG ea mgr mmngnre 0" hy as i" AMT —} in Na \, en ai Bway) Wi it , : ‘ arene <4: a ie Ke "i rai Naas Pg aN OBI il. ohityi| #\4' || ML le | Th i “4y} ffi Y) A) oa Sse 7 /A i] ay 7 rs aes vate i Me Wve 2 ni aan , Pea x Syl ee iy mi \\ Wits : : , Yon Vaal a a il — : SSS — = G2 = SSA Ww mit it me = SS" SS . EXTERIOR OF MONASTERY, VALDEMOSA. excellence of Mallorca. You should see these wonderful cherries ; nay, more, you should taste them; and you would say that they are the ambrosia of Olympus, and should be distilled into nectar, A chasm between the mountains, forming the upper part of the valley, was bridged by the ancient monastery ; a building singularly romantic and picturesque, and interesting for many reasons. This is considered the healthiest and most bracing spot in Mallorca. I can testify to its being so. As we stood upon the high ground out- side the monastery, cool breezes blew up from the sea, laden with refreshing, life-giving power. ‘‘ The very place for A.,” we both ex- claimed, ‘‘if he could only be moved here.” But that was beyond the region of possibility. About us and below us were the grey houses of Valdemosa. A sad, melancholy tone that suggested death and whispered of decay, the changing of all things, the passing of generations, the march of COMMICOOOKS. CO