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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of With a Camera in Majorca, by Margaret D'Este
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-Title: With a Camera in Majorca
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-Author: Margaret D'Este
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-Release Date: April 30, 2017 [EBook #54634]
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- Transcriber Notes
-
- ● Obvious printer errors corrected.
- ● Variations in spelling, accents and hyphenation left as in the
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- WITH A CAMERA
- IN MAJORCA
-
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-
-[Illustration: MAJORCAN COUNTRY GIRLS.]
-
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-
-
-
-
- WITH A CAMERA
- IN MAJORCA
-
- BY
-
- MARGARET D’ESTE
-
- AUTHOR OF “THROUGH CORSICA WITH A CAMERA”
-
-
- _Kennst Du das Land wo die Citronen blühn,
- Im dunklen Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,
- Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht,
- Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht,
- Kennst Du es wohl?_
-
-
- With Illustrations from Photographs
- by Mrs. R. M. King
-
-
- G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
- NEW YORK AND LONDON
- The Knickerbocker Press
- 1907
-
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-
-
-
-
- (_All rights reserved._)
-
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-
-
-
-
- Contents
-
-
- PAGE
-
- PART I
-
- PALMA AND ITS IMMEDIATE VICINITY—PORTO PI— 1
- BELLVER—CASTLE OF ALARÓ—RAXA
-
-
- PART II
-
- OUR FIRST TOUR IN THE ISLAND:—FELANITX— 44
- SANTUIRI CASTLE—ORATORIO DE SAN SALVADOR—
- PORT OF MANACÓR—DRAGON CAVES—CAVES OF ARTA—
- CAP DE PERA
-
- SECOND TOUR:—ANDRAITX—SAN TELMO—ESTALLENCHS— 66
- BAÑALBUFÁR
-
- THIRD TOUR:—VALLDEMÓSA—MIRAMAR—SOLLÉR— 78
- FORNALUTX
-
- FOURTH TOUR:—ALCUDIA—POLLENSA—CASTILLO DEL 94
- REY—MONASTERY OF LLUCH—GORCH BLAU—INCA
-
-
- PART III
-
- ISLAND OF IVIZA—SANTA EULALIA—PHŒNICIAN 121
- NECROPOLIS—SALT WORKS
-
-
- PART IV
-
- MINORCA—PORT MAHON—PREHISTORIC ALTARS— 142
- CIUDADÉLA—ROCK DWELLINGS
-
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-
-
- List of Illustrations
-
-
- MAJORCAN COUNTRY GIRLS _Frontispiece_
- VIEW OF PALMA _Face p._ 2
- SIGNAL TOWER AT PORTO PI ” 3
- PUERTA SANTA MARGARITA ” 8
- PUERTA SANTA CATALINA ” 9
- VIEW FROM THE GRAND HOTEL ” 10
- SENTRY BOX ON THE RAMPARTS ” 11
- PATIO WITH BANANA CLUMP ” 12
- STREET IN PALMA ” 13
- PATIO WITH WELL ” 14
- PATIO IN THE CALLE ZAVELLA ” 15
- ARAB BATHS ” 16
- DOOR OF MONTESION CHURCH ” 17
- CLOISTERS OF S. FRANCISCO ” 18
- CLOISTERS, UPPER CORRIDOR ” 19
- STAIRCASE OF PRIVATE HOUSE ” 20
- STREET OF THE ALMUDAINA ” 21
- LONJA ” 22
- DOOR OF S. FRANCISCO ” 23
- GIRL WEARING THE REBOSILLO ” 28
- IVIZAN HOUND ” 29
- PATIO IN BELLVER CASTLE ” 32
- IN THE GARDEN OF RAXA ” 33
- CURIOUS OLIVE-TREE ” 36
- GATE-TOWER AT ALARÓ CASTLE ” 37
- CURIOUS OLIVE-TREE ” 38
- CURIOUS OLIVE-TREE ” 39
- A WIND-WHEEL ” 46
- GROUP OF WINDMILLS ” 47
- A WINDMILL ” 52
- SANTUIRI CASTLE, INTERIOR ” 53
- SANTUIRI CASTLE, EXTERIOR ” 54
- ORATORIO OF OUR LADY OF S. SALVADOR ” 55
- VIEW OF ARTA ” 60
- WOMEN WEEDING A WHEATFIELD ” 61
- ENTRANCE TO THE CAVES OF ARTA ” 64
- FISHERMAN IN PHRYGIAN CAP ” 65
- VIEW OF ESTALLENCHS ” 74
- INTERIOR OF HOUSE IN VILLAGE ” 75
- GEORGE SAND’S ROOMS AT VALLDEMÓSA ” 80
- VIEW ON NORTH COAST OF MAJORCA ” 81
- STREET AT THE PORT OF SOLLÉR ” 86
- PALMER FROM THE HOLY LAND ” 87
- VIEW OF SOLLÉR ” 90
- OLD HOUSE AT FORNALUTX ” 91
- COURTYARD AT ALFÁDIA ” 94
- ROMAN GATE, ALCÚDIA ” 95
- BAY OF ALCÚDIA ” 96
- MOORISH WATERWHEEL ” 97
- BAY OF SAN VICENTE ” 100
- ANCIENT COSTUME OF MAJORCA ” 101
- COCK FOUNTAIN AT POLLENSA ” 104
- ROMAN BRIDGE, POLLENSA ” 105
- CASTILLO DEL REY ” 108
- GORCH BLAU ” 109
- PLA DE CUBA ” 116
- VIEW OF THE PLAIN AROUND INCA ” 117
- TOWN OF IVIZA ” 124
- BAY OF IVIZA ” 125
- A PURVEYOR OF DRINKING WATER ” 126
- MOORISH TYPE OF HOUSE ” 127
- IVIZAN PEASANTS ” 130
- VIEW OF SANTA EULÁLIA ” 131
- PORCH OF CHURCH, S. EULÁLIA ” 134
- PHŒNICIAN TOMBS ” 135
- FORTIFIED CHURCH OF SAN JORGE ” 138
- SALT WORKS, IVIZA ” 139
- TALAYOT OF TORELLO, MINORCA ” 148
- PREHISTORIC ALTAR, TALÁTO-DE-DALT ” 149
- OUR GALARÉTA ” 152
- A WILD OLIVE-TREE ” 153
- NAU-DE-TUDONS ” 156
- ALTAR OF TORRE TRENCADO ” 157
- PIGS’ PALACE AND PREHISTORIC PYLON ” 158
- MEGALITHIC DWELLING ” 159
- ROCK-CUT DWELLINGS, SAN MORELL ” 164
- INTERIOR OF ROCK-CUT DWELLING ” 165
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-
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
-
-
-To those who are unacquainted with the Spanish language, the
-pronunciation of Majorcan names is such a stumbling block that the
-following phonetic rendering of some of those most frequently met with
-may be found useful:—
-
- Jaime = Ha-eé-may
-
- Lonja = Loan-ha
-
- Andraitx = An-dreítsch
-
- Lluch = Lee-oók
-
- Sollér = Sole-yair
-
- Iviza = Evéess-a
-
- Mahon = M’hone
-
- Aubercuix = O-ber-cóotsh
-
- Puig (signifying Peak) = Póotsch
-
- Bañalbufar = Ban-yal-boo-fár
-
- Felanitx = Fay-la-néetsch
-
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-[Illustration: Map of =Majorca=]
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-
- PART I
-
-
-In the spring of 1906 we found ourselves with three months to devote to
-foreign travel, and after some deliberation we decided to spend them in
-exploring those “_Iles oubliées_” of the Mediterranean—Majorca, Minorca,
-and Iviza—and in ascertaining for ourselves whether they were worth
-visiting and what were the possibilities of a stay there.
-
-Their names, it is true, lingered in our memories like some familiar
-echo from far-off schoolroom days, but with regard to all practical
-details we were extremely ignorant, and it was without knowing a soul in
-the islands or a soul who had ever been there, that we set out on the
-last day of January to visit the Balearics—those homes of famous
-slingers.
-
-A railway journey of twenty-two hours takes the traveller from Paris to
-Barcelona by way of Toulouse. The change from France to Spain is an
-abrupt one. After racing through flat lands of vine, through sand dunes
-and salt lagoons, one crosses the frontier into a dry place of red and
-orange hills, where stone villages stand bare and unshrinking in the
-strong sunlight, and here and there a palm—solitary outpost of the
-south—waves her dusty plumes; and the night falls suddenly upon a sky
-crystal clear, as the sun slips in glory behind the strong outline of
-the purple Pyrenees.
-
- * * * * *
-
-An old writer has left it on record that the thing which chiefly
-repented him in his life was having gone anywhere by sea when he might
-have gone by land. Since it is decreed, however, that islands shall be
-reached by water, one subject of remorse was spared us as we boarded the
-steamship _Miramar_ at half-past six on the evening of February 5th. And
-so great is the power of comparatives to cheer, that though the worst of
-sailors, we derived a certain happiness from the reflection that we had
-at any rate chosen the lesser evil in sailing from Barcelona instead of
-taking the twenty-four hour crossing from Marseilles.
-
-Behold us then at dawn gliding into the Bay of Palma and gazing around
-us with that undefined expectancy that even in these prosaic days of
-travel tinges with romance the landing on an unknown shore.
-
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-[Illustration:
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- “_From the grounds round the Castle of Bellver a most
- lovely view of Palma is obtained through the pine-trees_....”
-
- (page 31)
-]
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-
-[Illustration:
-
- “... _the little harbour of Porto Pi, guarded by an old
- Moorish signal tower_.”
-
- (page 32)
-]
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-Here is nothing of the wild and rugged mountain scenery that meets the
-eye on approaching Ajaccio. Rather like some Fortunate Isle safe from
-the reach of tempests does Majorca lie serene and dreaming upon the
-water. The great bay opening to the south is enclosed upon the east by a
-level shore terminating far out at sea in the blue headland of Cape
-Blanco, while closer at hand the western coast line is indented with
-many a rocky promontory and wooded headland curving down to the
-harbour’s rim. A low cliff of orange sandstone encircles like a sea wall
-the head of the bay, and upon this cliff stands Palma, a sea of
-colourless houses massed upon the water’s edge and stretching backwards
-to the wide plain—deep blue and level well-nigh as the sea itself—that
-forms the background to the town and to the great cathedral that towers
-high above all other buildings.
-
-At its eastern rim the plain rises slightly to the double peaks of the
-Puig de Randa, far inland; on the west the panorama is closed by a
-distant range of sapphire blue mountains, the Sierra of the interior.
-
-We land, and are rattled quickly away in an omnibus to the Grand Hotel—
-but a few minutes distant from the quay. It was no small relief to find
-that we were spared a further encounter with the Spanish _douane_, for
-the ruthless violation of our trunks at the frontier station of Port Bou
-was still fresh in our memory, while the very hour of our sailing from
-Barcelona had been marked by a last attempt at extortion. A Customs
-official who was patrolling the wharf in all the glory of helmet and
-sword, took upon himself to detain a packing case of ours, containing a
-saddle, and, on the ground that he could not see what was inside, he
-forbade it to be put on board.
-
-It was late—it was dark—the boat was about to sail, and we had retired
-to our cabin. Our hired porter raved and shrieked upon the quay, then
-came to us and said we must have the case opened or it would be left
-behind. I stumbled upstairs again, my Spanish deserting me at such a
-rate that by the time I reached the shore my vocabulary was literally
-reduced to the one word, _sombrero_—which, unhappily, did not bear upon
-the matter. The _douanier_ was polite, but firm. With shrugged shoulders
-he said the Senorita would comprehend that with the best will in the
-world he could not see through a deal board.
-
-At that moment the gleam of a street lamp fell upon an upturned palm
-protruding from beneath the military cape—and into it I slipped a
-peseta, which produced such a furious access of shrugging and
-protestation that for one brief moment I thought I had insulted the man.
-But on looking round I saw that all was well, porter and case being
-already half-way on deck—and with a sense of deep annoyance at having
-tipped a person I would willingly have fined, I followed them and went
-to bed.
-
-On the Palma quay all is peace. By a simple arrangement involving a
-certain annual subsidy to the Customs officials, the proprietor of the
-Grand Hotel has ensured protection for his guests’ luggage, which
-escapes even the most nominal examination. The hotel omnibus merely
-draws up for a moment in front of the _Douane_ on entering the town; the
-officials, armed with long probing rods, saunter out, open the carriage
-door and wish us good day—and on we go again.
-
-The town is still half asleep, and as we drive up to the hotel its
-shutters are being unshipped by yawning faquins. We find a large and
-handsome five-storied building with an imposing façade, and balconied
-windows that look out upon the small central square of the town. The
-interior conveys a truly southern impression of silence and space, due
-to the great expanses of marble pavement and to the cool stone walls and
-passages which prevent the conveyance of sound. The dining hall is
-immense; so are the lobbies that run round the central well of the
-house, and off which the bedrooms open. We go upstairs, and within an
-hour of our arrival have become _pensionnaires_ of the hotel at 10s. a
-head a day, and are installed in two excellent rooms on the third floor,
-comfortably furnished, fitted with electric bells and light, heated by
-hot water, and reached by a lift, while our wants are being ministered
-to by a cheerful white-capped chambermaid answering to the name of
-Dolores.
-
- * * * * *
-
-With brains still jumbled by travel it is almost impossible to realise,
-in the midst of such up-to-date comfort, that we are really and actually
-in Majorca—an island that might, for all we knew to the contrary a few
-weeks ago, have proved an inhospitable rock. Memories recur of nights
-spent _en route_ at Paris and Toulouse, and we go to the window half-
-expecting to see a vista of wide boulevards and to hear the familiar
-clanging of electric trams as they glide up and down some arcaded street
-of cafés and shopfronts.
-
-We are sharply recalled from such visions: a sea of pale yellow-ochre
-tiles, unbroken, though intersected by narrow crevasse-like streets,
-stretches down to a strip of brilliant blue water in the harbour below.
-On flat house tops lines of wet linen flap wildly in sun and wind.
-Jutting up above the mass of irregular roofs are fantastic turrets and
-aviaries, painted blue and red, the homes of innumerable pigeons now
-wheeling in flocks over the town, their wings singing as they cleave the
-air above our heads. From scattered belfrys and towers unmelodious bells
-clash out wildly for a few moments and then relapse into silence; and
-like a running accompaniment to the murmur of the streets is heard the
-gobble, gobble of many turkeys, and the bright eye of one of these birds
-is seen watching us fixedly through the Venetian shutters of a small
-upper room across the way. No, truly! this is all very unlike a northern
-city.
-
-Majorca is in fact a stepping-stone between Europe and Africa, where the
-East and West—rather than the north and south of her geographical
-position—may be said to meet.
-
-She has had many masters in her day: the earliest colonists of whom we
-have any record were the sea-faring Rhodians, who were said to build “as
-though for eternity.” But not the faintest trace of their occupation
-survives. Their successors were the Carthaginians, who left footprints
-in Minorca by founding Mahon, the capital, the reputed birthplace of
-Hannibal. Then came the Romans, who in 123 B.C. founded Palma and
-Pollensa; Balearic slingers fought under Julius Cæsar in Gaul as they
-had done under Hannibal at Cannæ. Five hundred years later the islands
-were captured by the Vandals—were retaken by the Byzantine general
-Belisarius, and fell subsequently with the greater part of Spain into
-the hands of the Visigoths.
-
-In the eighth century came the resistless tide of the Saracens, who held
-the island for an uninterrupted period of nearly five hundred years, and
-might have kept it longer had they not strained the patience of their
-Christian neighbours to breaking point by their piratical habits. They
-had become such a menace to the marine commerce of Europe that the then
-Pope preached a crusade against the Balearic bandits, and an allied
-fleet sailed from Pisa and Catalonia in the twelfth century. The
-pirates’ nest was smoked out, Palma succumbing after a long and stubborn
-siege. The allies, however, proved unable to retain their prize, and the
-island relapsed to the Moors, who so far took their lesson to heart as
-to somewhat amend their ways.
-
-But the great assault was yet to come. On Sept. 6, 1229, Don Jaime I—
-King of Aragon and Count of Barcelona—destined to live in history by the
-title of _El Conquistador_, set sail for Palma with 150 galleys and
-18,000 soldiers, besides a great company of Spanish knights aflame with
-religious zeal, the lust of conquest, and the hope of glory. We are told
-that the Christian host encountered a great storm on the way, and that
-they were grievously sick before they landed near Porto Pi to the west
-of the town.
-
-Here the infidels attacked them, but were beaten back and besieged
-within the city, which fell some three months later after a desperate
-resistance, and was entered by the victorious Spanish army on December
-31, 1229.
-
-From that memorable day may be said to date modern Palma. Everything
-around one testifies to the break that separates the history of the town
-since the conquest from the old period of Arab domination. The names of
-the streets immortalise the Conqueror and succeeding sovereigns or
-notables of the invading race. The scutcheons that ornament the public
-buildings display the arms granted to Palma by Don Jaime—a castle in the
-sea, with a palm-tree issuant, quartered with the arms of Aragon and
-surmounted by the Bat, cognisance of the Counts of Barcelona.
-
-The town houses of the aristocracy are the old palaces of the nine noble
-families whose ancestors accompanied the Conqueror and settled in the
-island. The Governor’s residence stands where did the Moorish sheikh’s
-palace; the Cathedral occupies the site of the principal mosque. So
-thorough were the invaders in destroying or converting to other uses the
-Moorish buildings, so fierce was their Christian zeal—“which spared not
-even stones”—that hardly a trace remains of the oriental Palma, that
-city crowned with minarets and peopled with 80,000 souls, which attained
-under the Moors a glory and magnificence that have never since been
-equalled.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The Palma of the present day is a prosperous town of some 60,000
-inhabitants. She has burst her ancient limits, and her eastern outskirts
-are thick with factories and windmills extending to the plain, while
-outside her western fortifications has sprung up a large residential
-suburb, and the wooded slopes above the bay are thronged for miles with
-villas and summer residences. Only the town that lies inside the walls
-is the old Palma, and this—in its main features—has probably altered
-little since the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries.
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- “_The Riéra is seen flowing beneath the bridge that leads
- from the gate of Santa Catalina to the suburb of the same
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-A wide thoroughfare divides the town into the upper and lower _Villas_,
-and starting from the harbour, takes a right angle near the Grand Hotel
-and makes its exit through the Porte Jésus in the north-west walls. This
-is the principal artery of the town, and was originally—like the Rambla
-of many another Spanish city—the bed by which the river found its way to
-the sea; but in the year 1403 a disastrous flood, causing the loss of
-hundreds of houses and lives, so alarmed the inhabitants that the river
-was turned from its course and conducted into the moat that surrounds
-the town. Spanish rivers are proverbial for their lack of water, and it
-is difficult to credit the Riéra—which in its normal state suggests
-nothing more dangerous than a gravel pit after rain—with such powers of
-destruction in bygone days.
-
-The gigantic scale of Palma’s encircling fortifications may perhaps best
-be realised by a glance at the accompanying picture, where the Riéra is
-seen flowing beneath the bridge that leads from the gate of Santa
-Catalina to the suburb of the same name.
-
-The fortifications date from very different periods. The completed
-design of moat and rampart as it now stands was originated in the
-sixteenth century and only finished a hundred years ago; but remains of
-the old Moorish defences still exist, though they suffered severely in
-the great siege of 1229, and were strengthened and largely rebuilt by
-the Spanish conquerors.
-
-A picturesque gateway on the north of the town, now called Santa
-Margarita, but dubbed by the Moors the Gate of the Christians, is
-pointed out as having been the one by which Don Jaime made his
-triumphant entry into Palma. This gateway, like the other survivals of
-the ancient fortifications, stands some way within the _Muralla_ of the
-present day, which encompasses the town as with a raised highway—one
-might almost say a common, so incredibly vast are the earthworks within
-the walls. Hither the townsfolk ascend at evening to enjoy the sea
-breeze and the glorious view over land and sea. Cows graze peacefully
-along the ramparts, surrounded by children at play; and wheeling flights
-of pigeons execute aerial manœuvres overhead, while squads of new
-recruits march unendingly backwards and forwards from morning to night
-in the dry bed of the moat below, and the bastions re-echo the sharp
-words of command.
-
-The moat on the eastern side is devoted to rope-making, and there men
-are seen walking backwards all day long, spinning as they go, and the
-dull thud of heavy mallets is heard as they beat out the bundles of
-esparto grass.
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- old hexagonal tower of San Nicolas, and flanked by the
- great balconied house of the Zafortéza family_.”
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-On the southern ramparts overlooking the harbour and immediately beneath
-the cathedral, is the broad terraced walk that forms Palma’s most
-beautiful promenade. At intervals along the low parapet stand ancient
-sentry-boxes of weathered sandstone, and one looks past them out to sea,
-with a bird’s-eye view of the harbour and its shipping backed by the
-white suburb of Santa Catalina and the pinewoods of Bellver. Above us
-rise clustered houses, with here and there a group of slender palm-trees
-leaning from some garden, and crowning all stands the great cathedral,
-rich with pinnacles and flying buttresses, and turning to the harbour a
-cliff-like face of sandstone deep tanned by centuries of sun and sea.
-
-Small wonder that the townspeople love to stroll on their beautiful
-_Muralla de Mar_. It is probably the only portion of the ramparts that
-will survive the work of destruction now proceeding—for the doom of the
-fortifications is sealed. The last part they played in history was
-during the Spanish war of succession in 1715, when Palma hotly espoused
-the cause of the Austrian archduke and was reduced by General Aspheld
-with an army of 10,000 men. Modern science has rendered the old walls
-useless as a defence—modern hygiene considers them an undesirable
-barrier to fresh air.
-
-And so they are to go.
-
-For the last thirty years the work of pulling them down has proceeded
-with but occasional pauses from lack of funds. Already a wide breach has
-been made on the side next the sea; to the north a large section of the
-moat has been filled in and converted into a square with gardens; and
-workmen are now engaged in throwing down the eastern walls. The outer
-casing of masonry is being gradually stripped off and the vast
-earthworks shovelled into the moat. To the onlooker it seems as if ants
-had been set to remove a mountain as he watches one trolley-load of
-rubbish after another slide down to the glacis below without making the
-slightest perceptible difference.
-
-Yet it is only a question of a few years before walls and moat alike
-shall have vanished. Gone will be the old entrance gates with their
-scutcheons and turrets and their deep archways of black shadow where
-lurks the _douanier_ watching for his prey. Gone will be the bridges
-with their ceaseless stream of passengers plying to and from the town.
-Gone—alas! will be one of Palma’s most picturesque features.
-
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-
-A cheerful scene greets the eye of the stranger who starts out on a
-voyage of exploration the morning after his arrival at the Grand Hotel.
-Facing him, as he emerges into the street, is the _Plaza del Mercádo_,
-lying in the shadow of the old hexagonal tower of the church of San
-Nicolas, and flanked by the great balconied house of the Zafortéza
-family. If it happen to be a Saturday morning a busy throng is
-congregated on the square; the ground is strewn with displays of glass
-and crockery, of coarse green and brown pottery and graceful waterjars,
-while the sellers of young orange-trees, of toys and jewellery, of cheap
-rocking chairs and folding trestle bedsteads, vie with one another in
-attracting the attention of possible purchasers.
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- “_The_ patio _in some houses is merely a plain courtyard
- enclosed by whitewashed walls, with perhaps a clump of
- bananas growing in the centre_.”
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- some broad and shallow, the playground of innumerable
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-Long flights of steps lead to the higher part of the town—some broad and
-shallow, the playground of innumerable boys; others steep and so narrow
-that the tall houses almost meet overhead.
-
-The cobbled streets of the oldest and most aristocratic quarters of
-Palma resemble ravines, and are barely wide enough to admit of the
-passage of the heavy two-wheeled carts that come lumbering through,
-scraping either wall with their axles and compelling foot passengers to
-seek the shelter of the nearest archway. An oriental atmosphere of
-mystery hangs about the massive, fortress-like walls of the great houses
-that tower on either side, turning to the outer world a blank and
-inscrutable face of reserve that offers not the faintest indication of
-the life existing within. External windows are represented by a few
-heavily-barred apertures high overhead, but if you chance to find the
-great nail-studded _porte-cochère_ standing open you are at perfect
-liberty to go in and look about you.
-
-The universal plan of all the better houses is that inherited from the
-Arabs—of a _patio_ or open courtyard in the centre of the building, from
-which a staircase ascends to the dwelling rooms on the first floor. In
-some houses this _patio_ consists of nothing more than a plain courtyard
-enclosed by whitewashed walls, with perhaps a clump of bananas growing
-in the centre; but in the palaces inhabited by the nobility and dating
-back some centuries the courtyard is frequently of great beauty and
-constitutes the chief architectural feature of the house.
-
-The residence of the Oleza family in the _Calle de Moréy_ has a fine
-courtyard in Rénaissance style; handsome pillars of red marble support
-the vaultings of the house, and the gallery that spans the marble
-staircase rests upon a wide flattened arch bearing the family coat of
-arms. The ground floor is devoted to stables, coach-house, and domestic
-offices, and in the court stands that characteristic feature of Moorish
-and Spanish _patios_—the well, from which the household draws its water
-supply. The bucket is lowered from a wrought-iron support in the form of
-a crozier, and on being brought up brimming its contents are upset into
-the font-shaped receptacle of stone close by, from which they flow
-through an orifice into the water jar placed on a slab below.
-
-The palace of the Marquis de Vivot in the _Calle Zavella_ is not as
-ancient as many another, dating as it does from the beginning of the
-eighteenth century only, but its _patio_ is the largest in Palma and
-certainly one of the most beautiful. It is approached by fine _portes-
-cochères_ and has in the centre a paved space where carriages stand at
-the foot of the great staircase. From eight beautiful marble columns
-spring the graceful arches that uphold the house, and in brilliant
-relief against the black shadows of the recess stands out the clear red
-of two immense oil-jars containing palms.
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- and Spanish_ patios—_the well_.”
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- “_The_ patio _in the palace of the Marquis de Vivot is one
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-I am not competent to enter into the details of wrought work and
-sculpture with which the _patios_ of Palma abound, but even to the
-visitor unversed in architecture a voyage of discovery in the older
-quarters is full of interest. The meanest back street may produce a
-richly-carved window frame or a staircase with a stone balustrade of
-quaint and original design. The _Calle de Sol_ boasts a house front in
-purest Rénaissance style, five big windows on the first floor being
-wreathed in gargoyles and strange stone monsters.
-
-In the _Calle de la Almudaina_ we come upon an ancient machicolated
-archway spanning the street. This once formed part of the wall that
-encircled the very kernel of the old Moorish city, and is the only
-survival of the five gateways that afforded entrance to the Citadel.
-
-Not far from here is the equally ancient Moorish Bath, a small building
-some twenty feet square standing in an orange garden. It is in the
-Byzantine style, and is built of small bricks scarcely thicker than the
-intervening layers of mortar. The circular basin which no doubt occupied
-the floor of the building has disappeared, and the interior contains
-nothing but twelve much-worn pillars standing in a square, the eight
-centre ones supporting the cupola of the roof, while the four corner
-columns are by an ingenious—and I believe very unusual—arrangement
-omitted from the circle and left standing back in the angles of the
-building.
-
-An air of incredible age pervades this blackened and cobwebbed relic of
-Islamism that lingers, unaltered and half forgotten, in the very heart
-of the Christian city. It forms—with the Almudaina arch and the signal
-tower of Porto Pi—the only authentic memorial of the race which occupied
-Majorca for a period of five hundred years.
-
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-
-The churches of Palma are many. One of the oldest is that of Monte Sion,
-which is said to have adopted both the site and the name of a still
-older Jewish synagogue: as one skirts its walls, huge, blank, and
-dungeon-like, one is quite unprepared for its exquisite doorway—one of
-the richest pieces of sculpture in Palma. It is a fine specimen of
-rococo, dating from 1683, and constituting in its delicacy of detail and
-beauty of proportion one of the finest of the many beautiful church
-doors for which Palma is famed.
-
-Scarcely less magnificent is the west front of the great church of San
-Francisco, with its immense doorway in late Rénaissance style,
-surmounted by an exquisite rose window. This church contains the tomb of
-a scion of a noble Catalonian house—the famous Rámon Lull, warrior,
-scholar, and saint—who in the reign of Jaime II. founded a college for
-the instruction of twelve monks in oriental tongues, and was himself
-martyred in Algeria by the infidels whom he went forth to convert. His
-body was secured by some Genoese fishermen, who set sail for Italy with
-their precious burden; but when off the coast of Majorca their boat
-refused to advance till the martyr’s body was brought on shore, where it
-was laid to rest in its native soil by the monks of San Francisco.
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-The tomb is a beautiful Gothic monument of red marble, but the effigy of
-Rámon Lull, surrounded by fretted canopies and fantastic heraldic
-beasts, is only dimly visible in the deep gloom of the church.
-
-A trap door leads down to an immense crypt, where a huddled-up human
-skeleton is pointed out and the story told of a bloody tragedy enacted
-in the church in the year 1490. Two of Palma’s greatest families were at
-deadly feud, and while attending the ceremonies of the _Jour des Morts_,
-upon some slight pretext came to blows. The church became a slaughter-
-house, and before swords were sheathed more than three hundred dead and
-wounded were left on the field of battle.
-
-Whether the skeleton in the crypt is one of those that fell that
-memorable day may be doubted; but it is not improbable, for the church
-and its monastery were founded shortly after the conquest—by monks of
-the order of St. Francis of Assisi—and were from earliest times one of
-the chief places of burial for the nobility. The walls of the adjoining
-cloisters are thick with scutcheons and memorial tablets to those who
-were once the greatest in the land.
-
-A beautiful colonnade of slender Gothic pillars encloses the monks’
-garden, where two geese—sole occupants of the _Paradiso_—chatter angrily
-at the intruder. No other sound but the soft rustlings of palm branches
-and the whispers of the wind in the orange-trees breaks the silence of
-the long galleries and deserted cells.
-
-From the upper corridor with its broken pavement chequered with dazzling
-patches of sunshine one looks out from under the deep overshadowing
-eaves to where the cathedral spires rise dim and distant across half the
-city. The atmosphere of infinite peace that pervades these cloisters—the
-sense of seclusion, although so near the busy life outside the walls—
-must have appealed deeply to the brown-frocked friars who once paced
-these beautiful walks “revolving many memories.”
-
-Bitter must have been the day of expulsion when this monastery, like all
-the others in the island, was suppressed in 1835.
-
-The church of San Nicolas contains a statue of Santa Catalina, a
-Majorcan saint of great fame, and—incorporated in the outer wall, is the
-rock on which she was sitting in the bed of the Riéra at the moment when
-she was informed of her admission into the convent of St. Magdalen. The
-interiors of these southern churches are so dark that it is with
-difficulty possible to make out the statues that occupy the side
-chapels; here may be seen a black Madonna and child of miraculous power;
-there a group of saints laden with ex-votos in the shape of flat silver
-images of men and women and models of human limbs, hung upon their arms
-by grateful devotees; in another niche is a life-sized Christ upon the
-cross—wearing a fringed crimson petticoat to the knees and a broad
-silver girdle with a bunch of artificial roses stuck in it, while matted
-locks of real hair straggle out from beneath the crown of thorns.
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- garden_....”
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-In the Cathedral the darkness is so intense by contrast with the
-blinding light outside that it is some considerable time before one’s
-eyes become sufficiently accustomed to the gloom to perceive the details
-of the rich interior. The roof of the nave rises 150 feet above the
-level of the pavement, and is divided from the side aisles by fourteen
-great columns 70 feet in height, slender and stately as the shafts of
-forest trees. High overhead—where the delicate ribs of the vaulting
-cross—are carved the armorial shields of knights, who for this privilege
-paid heavy sums in bygone days towards the building of the church. Eight
-chapels, gorgeous with statues and gilding, occupy either side aisle,
-and above them are Gothic windows—so little suited to this land of
-fierce light that they have had to be bricked up, with the exception of
-a few tiny apertures through which the sun shoots golden arrows. The
-faint light that penetrates the rich rose windows above the choir lies
-in jewelled stains upon the pavement, and does little to dispel the
-solemn gloom.
-
-From the dim east end, far away, where wreaths of incense rise and the
-high altar is outlined in brilliant points of light, comes the distant
-chanting of priests and the response of choir boys—and suddenly a great
-rush of harmony fills the cathedral as the voice of the organ sinks and
-swells like a storm-wind among the columns, and dies trembling away in
-the uttermost recesses of the great building.
-
-Worshippers move to and fro in constant succession; men spread their
-handkerchiefs upon the stone floor and remain upon their knees in
-prayer, wholly oblivious of the coming and going around them. Women,
-dressed in deepest black, kneel motionless at the _grilles_ of the
-various chapels, where lamps burn with a dull red spark before the image
-of saint or Saviour. A stately _Suisse_ in wig and gown paces up and
-down and receives the visitor desirous of seeing the treasures of the
-sacristy; here are exhibited heavy silver candelabra, embroidered
-vestments, jewelled crosses, and reliquaries—and in company with these
-may be seen, bedizened with tawdry velvet and sham ermine, the mummified
-body of Majorca’s second king, Don Jaime II., who died in the year 1311.
-
-It was in the old church of Santa Eulalia, not far away, that in 1256 a
-general assembly was called to proclaim this Don Jaime—the second son of
-the Conqueror—heir to the crown of Majorca, his elder brother’s
-inheritance being the throne of Aragon, which carried with it a merely
-nominal suzerainty over the island kingdom. Before long, however, a
-dispute arose over the terms of allegiance due to the King of Aragon,
-and in 1285 Don Jaime was dispossessed of his kingdom by Alfonso III.
-for thirteen years, after which time it was restored to him by the
-usurper’s son, and retained till his death.
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-He was succeeded by his son Sancho, who died without children, and the
-crown then passed to his uncle, the fourth son of the Conqueror, and
-through him to Don Jaime III., the last King of Majorca, who fell upon
-the field of Lluchmayor in 1349, in a last attempt to regain the crown
-wrested from him by Pedro IV. of Aragon.
-
-So ended—within little more than a hundred years of its creation—the
-independent monarchy founded by Jaime the Conqueror, and the islands
-have from that time been incorporated with the kingdom of Aragon.
-
-In the fine sixteenth-century town hall is preserved a full-length
-portrait of the Conqueror, which represents him as a grave-faced man
-with a pointed beard and hair cut square upon the shoulders, robed in
-crimson mantle, ermine collar, crown, and sword. For many centuries it
-was the custom to celebrate the anniversary of the capture of Palma by
-exhibiting this portrait outside the town hall, surmounted by the royal
-standard of Aragon and surrounded by the portraits of eminent Majorcans.
-
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-
-The town contains innumerable other features of interest, but before
-leaving this portion of my subject I must not omit a mention of the
-_Lónja_—the Exchange—a large building standing near the harbour, and one
-of the first objects to attract the attention of the traveller as he
-nears the quay. Its keep-like walls and turreted parapets are usually
-the subject of much admiration, but I must confess that to us the great
-building seemed too symmetrically square and too conspicuously new to
-awaken in us any enthusiasm for its exterior.
-
-Severely rectangular it undoubtedly is—but its appearance of newness is
-misleading, for it dates from the fifteenth century, when it was the
-custom for Spanish towns to vie with one another in the splendour of
-their Exchanges; its claim, therefore, to be one of the finest _Lónjas_
-in Spain is a legitimate source of pride.
-
-It is said to have been begun in 1409, when the merchants of Palma,
-having rendered the King of Aragon great aid in the conquest of
-Sardinia, received permission to levy a tax on all the outgoing and
-incoming wares of foreigners and pirate persons; and so large was the
-sum accruing from this protective toll that after applying part of it to
-the defence of their commerce at sea they devoted the remainder to
-building this splendid Exchange—a testimony to future generations of the
-extent and prosperity of Palma’s trade in the Middle Ages.
-
-The interior is extremely striking, containing nine fluted and twisted
-columns of great height, their delicate groinings spreading in palm-like
-tracery over the roof. The building has long been disused, and the light
-that enters as the shutters are flung wide of the great windows looking
-out to sea discloses nothing but some old paintings upon the walls and a
-jumble of sculptured fragments piled upon the stone seats that surround
-the hall.
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-It will perhaps be thought strange that a town so comparatively easy of
-access as Palma, and possessing so much to attract the artist and the
-antiquarian, should be so little known to the world at large. Yet if we
-reflect how small a distance from the beaten track will suffice to
-deflect ninety-nine per cent of the travelling public, it is no subject
-for wonder that Majorca is still an unknown isle.
-
-A certain number of travellers pass through Palma on their way to and
-from Algiers, but the island in general is as yet barely aware of the
-existence of the tourist, and he is quite a recent institution even in
-Palma itself, where the opening of the Grand Hotel three years ago may
-be said to have inaugurated a new era.
-
-Viewed in the light of a tourist resort the old town is so far behind
-the times that she brings me in mind of some old-fashioned châtelaine
-who with dignity offers her guests of her best, without in any way
-altering her mode of life to suit the standard of modern requirements. I
-can recall but two shopkeepers in Palma who knew any language but
-Spanish, and at the Bank a special clerk is hastily summoned if an
-Englishman chances to enter the door. An English church—the earliest
-sign of a recurring visitors’ season—is as yet only represented by a
-mission-room in the suburb of Santa Catalina, where the Church of
-England service is read every Sunday by a Wesleyan minister.
-
-To the globe-trotter it will come as a surprise to find that he is no
-longer under the world-wide ægis of Thomas Cook, and that that name by
-which he has hitherto conjured conveys nothing whatever to a Majorcan
-official. The foreigner who visits the remoter villages of the interior
-is still looked upon as something of a curiosity; he will have to drive
-in native carriages, live on native food, and bid a temporary farewell
-to that cosmopolitan standard of comfort provided for all who travel the
-world’s highways. But he will at least be sure of one thing—an unfailing
-welcome by an island race noted for its charming manners.
-
-I think the courtesy of the natives is one of the first things to strike
-the new-comer in Palma. Many a time as we rambled about the labyrinthine
-streets of the town did a Spanish lady come out of her way to ask if she
-could be of any use in directing us; in any difficulty you may apply
-without hesitation to one of the common soldiers with which the town
-swarms, and with all the instinct of a well-bred man he will immediately
-do his utmost to be of assistance, nor would his own colonel more deeply
-resent the inference of inferiority conveyed by the offer of a tip.
-
-The bow with which a native gentleman asks you to enter his _patio_ and
-photograph what you will is only equalled by that of the peasant who
-rises from table at a wayside cottage to ask the passing stranger to be
-seated and to share his meal.
-
-In a country where manners cease to form a distinction between the
-classes social intercourse becomes easy and natural. A market-woman will
-enter the democratic tram, dragging with her an unmanageable and
-overflowing basket, and the gentleman seated next her will without
-hesitation accept half of it on his knees, hand it after her when she
-rises, and raise his hat as she turns to thank him. There is neither
-thought of condescension on his part nor of presumption on hers.
-
-School attendance is not compulsory in Majorca, and many of the peasants
-with whom we came in contact were wholly illiterate; yet in no instance
-had the proverbial twopence extra for manners been spared in their
-education. I remember how when talking to a muleteer we once regretted
-our inability to speak Spanish more fluently.
-
-“Ah, but the Señora speaks well!” he said quickly; “think how difficult
-I should find it if it was I who had to learn _her_ language!” And an
-old man chimed in, “And I, Señora, cannot even write!”
-
-The _patois_ spoken by the peasants is a dialect composed of the old
-Catalonian tongue alloyed with a strong dash of Provençal French, and it
-bears very little resemblance to the Spanish of Castile, which became
-the language of the educated classes after the union of Ferdinand and
-Isabella. The latter is, however, the tongue taught in the schools, and
-the stranger who can speak “castelláno” will find himself understood
-throughout the Balearic Islands, barring by a few of the older and more
-illiterate peasants.
-
-The people of Palma are so little accustomed to Spanish-speaking
-foreigners that some of the shopkeepers cannot be brought to mention the
-price of an article to their customers, but persist in counting out the
-required sum into their own hand and exhibiting it in dumb show—to the
-exasperation of a certain German lady who objected to being “treated
-like a child.”
-
-The shopping expeditions of more or less speechless tourists must
-necessarily be productive of many a laughable incident, yet I never saw
-a native betray the slightest amusement at the mistakes committed; I
-have indeed had my hand wrung with heartfelt sympathy by a good woman to
-whom I was struggling to explain myself.
-
-The chief shopping centre for visitors is perhaps the _Platería_—a
-narrow street occupied by working silver-smiths—where gold and silver
-chains are measured off and sold by the palm, and bits of old enamel and
-peasant jewellery, in the shape of antique pendants and crosses, are
-displayed in the little windows. Amongst the most fascinating objects
-are clusters of silver-gilt buttons set with amethyst and garnet, such
-as are worn by the countrywomen on _fête_ days, and dozens of minute
-silver charms representing baskets, lanterns, tubs, and other familiar
-objects, reduced to the scale of a mouse’s belongings; while hanging
-everywhere, of all sizes and shapes, are the silver chain purses used by
-every Majorcan, and exported by the thousand—to be sold at double the
-price by fashionable jewellers in London.
-
-Few foreigners leave Palma without a souvenir in the form of a piece of
-old-fashioned faïence or majolica—the latter an imitation of the Arab
-lustre ware—manufactured at the neighbouring _fabrique_, along with the
-pretty glazed tiles, originally introduced from Valencia, with which the
-Majorcans face the steps of their staircases. Other local industries
-include lace-making and embroidery, basket-weaving, the plaiting of
-complicated string seats and backs to the native chairs, tanning and
-shoemaking—in which latter branch a large export trade is carried on
-with South America. Shoes are cheap, and it is quite noticeable how
-neatly shod the Majorcans of all classes are.
-
-The Majorcans are good workers, and their charges moderate. The scale of
-wages is low, but so is the cost of living, and it would be difficult to
-find a more contented and prosperous-looking race than these islanders.
-
-Extreme cleanliness is one of their most salient characteristics; they
-are noted too for their good looks, and it is indeed rare to find a
-plain face among them; and this, combined with a sensible, cheerful
-expression and a natural talent for effective colouring in dress,
-renders them a remarkably picturesque and attractive people. The country
-girls still retain the muslin coif, or _rebosillo_, which once formed
-the universal female headgear, but in Palma this has given way to a
-handkerchief worn somewhat far back on the head over beautifully dressed
-hair.
-
-Scarlet skirts are much in vogue among the working classes, but, on the
-whole, soft half-tones are preferred to the primary colours, and a crowd
-of market-women presents a gay kaleidoscopic scene in which lemon-
-yellows, sage-greens, salmon-pinks, brown-reds, and turquoise blues are
-worn side by side with charming and harmonious effect.
-
- * * * * *
-
-In the early morning the big market-place in the upper town is the
-_rendezvous_ of countless housewives, bargaining busily, basket on arm,
-for the day’s provisions. Under the long arcades bordering the cobbled
-square are installed the sellers of fruit and vegetables, with plaited
-ropes of garlic, pans of fresh olives, strings of scarlet capsicums and
-bitter tomatoes, hampers of newly picked oranges, bunches of pale
-Majorcan dates and still paler bananas, and masses of figs turned out
-_en bloc_ from big rush baskets lined with leaves. A neighbouring booth
-supplies flat fig cakes stuffed with almonds and aniseed, and slices of
-dark red _Carne de Membrillo_—an excellent quince preserve, in
-consistency like damson cheese.
-
-From the fish market, where the morning’s catch is displayed upon marble
-slabs, rises a very babel of voices. Loud and shrill is the clamour of
-the fishwives as they detain the passer-by with a scaly hand, and seek
-to repair the mischief with a no less scaly apron. Crabs and lobsters
-lie sprawling upon their backs, and wave stemmy legs amongst marine
-creatures never seen upon a hotel table—giant shell-fish, octopuses
-lying in knotted heaps, jelly-like squids, ugly thorny monsters who are
-all head, and gorgeous little fishes coloured like macaws—scarlet, blue,
-yellow, or glittering with metallic greens and reds.
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- under the sun, for they are descended from the hunting dogs
- of the old Egyptians_....”
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-By midday all will have been sold, and the market square given up to
-tall, cadaverous-looking dogs that saunter round the deserted stalls and
-pick up what fragments remain. Gaunt, listless, and apparently starving,
-these dogs of Palma attract the attention of every new-comer; and thanks
-to a fellow-guest at the Grand Hotel, our own interest in them was
-specially aroused. This Swiss scientist had come to Majorca to study the
-domestic animals of the island, and the result of his researches had
-proved a theory he had long held—that somewhere on the shores of the
-Mediterranean would be found descendants of the dogs of ancient Egypt.
-
-This island breed, known locally as Iviza dogs—but dubbed by the
-unappreciative foreigner “degenerate greyhounds” and “pariahs”—can boast
-a longer pedigree than any dogs under the sun, for they are descended
-from the much-prized hunting dogs of the old Egyptians. Introduced ages
-ago by Greek or Phœnician colonists, they are now peculiar to the
-Balearics, where they are found in great numbers.
-
-They are the size of a large greyhound, with smooth coats usually yellow
-and white. Nothing will fatten them: the pampered favourite of a great
-house is as lean as his scavenging _confrère_ of the market-place, and,
-like him, he wears a look of melancholy weariness not unfitting an old,
-old race that has existed since the dawn of history. The chief
-characteristic of the breed is their long, pointed ears, which when
-pricked stand stiffly erect, and never droop as do those of the somewhat
-similar hounds imported from Algeria and Morocco. These ears, with the
-long, narrow muzzle, give the dogs a striking resemblance to the jackal-
-headed god Anubis of Egyptian sculpture.
-
-They are mild, timid creatures, quite useless as watchdogs, but popular
-as pets, and—like their original ancestors—much valued for purposes of
-the chase. Landowners keep them for coursing hares and rabbits, of which
-they catch extraordinary quantities; and so devoted are the dogs to this
-sport that those belonging to peasants on large estates have frequently
-to be hobbled, and are seen wearing steel bracelets on their fore and
-hind leg, connected with a light chain.
-
-Another interesting relic of a bygone race is seen in the survival in
-the Balearics—so our Swiss professor pointed out—of the Greek type of
-horse familiar to travellers who have seen the statues of Balbus—_père
-et fils_—in the Naples Museum. These animals are not very common, but
-here and there one comes across a horse differing utterly from the
-prevailing Andalusian type. Round and compact, often black in colour,
-and with stiff mane and tail, these horses have a remarkably arched
-crest and a slightly convex outline of nose—the profile of head and neck
-being represented rather by the segment of a circle than by the right
-angle formed at the apex of the skull by the lines of the slender
-Spanish horse.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Mules are largely used in the Balearics, Majorca being especially
-celebrated for its breed. They are big, handsome animals, unusually
-docile, owing to the gentle treatment they receive, and a good pair of
-carriage mules is more sought after and more valuable than is a pair of
-the best Continental horses. Nearly all the carriages of the Palma
-gentry are drawn by fast-trotting mules, and towards evening a perfect
-procession of _galarétas_ wends its way westward along the sea road,
-each with its match pair of strong, sure-footed beasts that make nothing
-of the hills to be encountered.
-
-Half an hour’s drive along this road brings one to the wooded knoll
-beyond Santa Catalina, on which stands the old castle of Bellver, a
-well-preserved thirteenth-century fortress, whose yellow walls rise
-above the surrounding pines, foursquare and stately. In olden days it
-was used as a residence by the Kings of Majorca—in later times it served
-as a state prison—and now it stands empty, the last use it was put to
-having been as an astronomical station for the English expedition which
-went out to Palma in 1905 to observe the solar eclipse. From the grounds
-round the castle a most lovely view of the town is obtained through the
-pine-trees, and it is amongst these woods that a new hotel is now being
-built, to be opened this year under the name of Hotel Victoria. It will
-be under the same management as the Grand Hotel in Palma, and being
-connected with the town by a service of trams it will no doubt prove
-extremely popular with visitors who prefer life amid country
-surroundings.
-
-A mile or so beyond Bellver we come to the little harbour of Porto Pi,
-the mouth of the creek guarded by an old Moorish signal tower, now
-converted into a lighthouse, though still used for signalling purposes.
-
-It is not till we get beyond Porto Pi that we reach the real country and
-find ourselves amongst olives and asphodel; and here the Spanish ladies
-descend from their carriages and stroll bareheaded along the road—the
-only form of exercise in which they indulge. The Majorcan roads are upon
-the whole very good, though dusty in dry weather; and they are kept in
-far better repair than one would be led to expect from watching the
-leisurely procedure of the _Péon caminéro_, who brings stones and earth
-upon the scene in small basketfuls, moistens them with a watering-pot,
-and stamps them in patiently with a small rammer. When, however, he has
-occasion to spread road metal in greater quantities he takes a high hand
-with the public, and procuring large boulders he arranges them on
-alternate sides of the road, so as to compel passing vehicles to drive
-over the fresh stone; he is considerate enough to remove these
-stumbling-blocks at nightfall, but it is a ludicrous sight to see a
-whole string of smart carriages twisting in and out of these obstacles
-as if in a driving competition, in obedience to the arbitrary behest of
-the road-maker.
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-The almost universal type of native carriage is the _galaréta_, a light-
-running covered vehicle, in appearance not unlike a baker’s cart on four
-wheels. The hinder part is entered from the rear, and is seated like a
-wagonette; there is a window on either side, and another dividing it
-from the broad hooded seat in front on which the driver sits.
-
-To the foreigner these covered carriages appear intensely uncomfortable;
-if he be above the medium height his head comes in irritating contact
-with the roof; he can see hardly anything of the landscape from the
-windows, and he never ceases to marvel at the natives who can pack
-themselves in incredible numbers into one of these little-eases and
-emerge unruffled and cheerful at the end of a long drive. Yet it must be
-admitted that in its own country the _galaréta_ possesses several
-distinct advantages over the open carriage; its occupants are
-indifferent to sun and rain, and can protect themselves from both dust
-and wind; on the hottest summer’s day a draught can be created by
-lowering the glasses and drawing the Venetian shutters with which each
-window is fitted, while upon the homeward drive the chilly night air can
-be as easily excluded.
-
-Like all Southerners the Majorcans dread the change of temperature that
-takes place at sundown, and towards evening they wrap themselves in
-cloaks and mufflers, while the fearless foreigner sits out on a terrace
-to enjoy the sunset and is extremely indignant at waking next morning
-with a sore throat.
-
-In a land where the new-born year is so amazingly precocious it is
-difficult to remember that in England he is still in his white swaddling
-clothes; by the end of January the plain around Palma is decked with
-miles of almond orchards in full bloom, their faint scent filling the
-air and their laden branches covering the country with billowy white
-masses. The wind has forestalled the date of the Carnival, and his last
-night’s Battle of Flowers has flung deep drifts of snowy confetti upon
-the sprouting wheat beneath the trees. But there are still snow-caps on
-the blue hills away to the north, and a sudden rattling storm of hail
-reminds us that even in Majorca Spring is not yet fully enthroned.
-
-By February a vast expanse of young wheat has clothed the land in a
-garment of the crudest Pre-Raphaelite green—almost startling in its
-intensity when seen in contrast with sea or sky.
-
-By the first week in March new potatoes and green peas are in the
-market, the orchards are knee-deep in beans, and the whole island is
-fragrant with bean blossom. In the carob groves—where the knotted trunks
-and twisted limbs of the old trees cast strange shadows on the swaying
-corn—are purple anemones, pink gladiolus, and a blue shimmer of honey-
-scented grape-hyacinths.
-
-The long days of unbroken sunshine are now devoted to excursions into
-the surrounding country, and visitors begin to leave the town in which
-they have wintered and to roam further afield.
-
-A favourite drive is to the neighbouring Château of Raxa, a country seat
-belonging to the Count of Montenegro, where the grounds are laid out in
-Italian fashion with orange and cypress terraces, stone vases and
-statues, and splendid flights of marble steps. Roses, violets, freesias,
-and heliotrope were in full bloom in the gardens on March 3rd, and the
-women engaged on the orange harvest handed down to us branches heavy
-with fragrant golden fruit. Oranges are nothing accounted of in Majorca,
-and lemons are looked upon as so far below all price that they are given
-one for the asking, any idea of payment being vigorously scouted.
-
-The road to Raxa runs for many miles through a red plain given up to
-olive culture; whether it is the soil of Majorca that is responsible for
-the extraordinary grotesqueness of the olive-trees I cannot say, but
-they resemble nothing I have ever seen in other lands. Stretching away
-in quaint perspective on either hand are distorted grey forms suggestive
-of an enchanted forest; many of the old trees stand on a kind of tripod
-formed by the splitting and shrinking of their own trunk; here a hoary
-veteran of many centuries has wound himself into an excellent imitation
-of a corkscrew; a group of twisted crones appears to gossip together
-with uplifted hands, while two sprawling wrestlers are locked as in a
-death-struggle in each other’s arms. Here squats a gnarled mass like
-nothing so much as a gigantic toad; there a boa-constrictor twines
-itself in folds about its prey, and an antediluvian monster stoops to
-examine with interest the strange human insect that has adventured
-itself within reach.
-
-So endless are the variations of form assumed by these extraordinary
-trees, so fascinating is each fresh discovery, that one wanders on and
-on, like children in a bewitched wood, and a determined effort of will
-is required to tear oneself away from such a scene and return to the
-carriage awaiting one on the prosaic high-road.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The same weird olive groves will be found on the way to Alaró, a small
-inland town lying at the foot of the mountains, near which are the ruins
-of the castle—famous in Majorcan history—which one morning in March we
-set out by rail to visit.
-
-Majorcan trains are not fashionable in their hours, and it was little
-after daybreak that we steamed out of the Palma station and glided away
-through richly cultivated fields of beans and wheat, where pleasant
-homesteads stood embowered in almond orchards and fat yellow lemons
-bobbed over the garden walls. As the line approaches the mountains the
-country becomes wilder and more open; vast undulating expanses of stony
-red ground are being slowly ploughed by mule teams, and miles upon miles
-of fig-trees cast a white shimmer over the plain—their leafless branches
-so pale as in the distance to resemble blossoming orchards. The dark
-glistening green of carob groves contrasts vividly with the feathery
-grey of the olive, and as a background to the scene a dark belt of pine-
-trees crowns the red slope and stands out in brilliant relief against
-the indigo blue ranges of the Sierra.
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- strange human insect that has adventured itself within
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-Within an hour we descend at Consell and change to the branch line
-forming the connection with Alaró; a small tram was awaiting us outside
-the station, and this proved to be the branch line. No road was in
-sight, but the tram lines vanished into an endless perspective of
-beanfields, and through these we were slowly drawn by two horses
-harnessed tandem fashion. Our only fellow-travellers in the tiny front
-compartment—reserved for the rich who could afford to pay threepence—
-were a couple of buxom market-women, most deeply interested in our
-appearance.
-
-Quaint things happen so easily in Majorca that we were not much
-surprised on reaching Alaró when the tram conductor got down, shouldered
-our camera and the heavy luncheon basket, and without a word marched
-away towards the village inn as though it were his business in life to
-conduct strange ladies there. Setting rocking chairs for us among the
-wine barrels, he lit a cigar and proceeded to assist in the saddling of
-the two donkeys that had been ordered overnight for our ascent to the
-castle of Alaró. One was a riding donkey for my companion, the other a
-pack animal to carry our impedimenta, its pack saddle being furnished
-with panniers and fitted with the native breeching strap—a wooden
-contrivance shaped like a Cupid’s bow, which fits across the donkey’s
-hind legs and rubs off all the hair.
-
-Away we started in brilliant sunshine with an old man and a boy in
-attendance, and turning into a narrow track between stone walls we
-followed a babbling torrent through carob and orange gardens and began
-to wind up the hillside by a steep zigzag path. Innumerable sheep-bells
-tinkled among the olive yards, and the voice of a herdsman rang out in a
-Gregorian chant from far up the heights where he tended his goats among
-holm oak and pine. Sheer above us towered the perpendicular red scarp of
-the cliff on which the castle stands, a small white speck upon its edge
-the _Hospedéria_ of the summit.
-
-A couple of hours’ stiff climb brings one to the back of the cliff, and
-scaling a rough rock staircase one enters the precincts of the old
-fortress through a Moorish gate tower with a curious double archway—the
-outer arch being round-headed and the inner one pointed.
-
-Like a great wedge of cheese with straight cut sides does the cliff of
-Alaró stand out into the plain; its perpendicular front rises sheer in a
-terrific precipice, its only approach a steep ascent commanded by a
-fortified tower. Small need to be told that by assault the castle was
-impregnable; but it was subdued by siege and starvation in 1285, when
-Alfonso the Beneficent of Aragon warred with Jaime II. of Majorca. What
-followed the surrender of Alaró is known to every Majorcan; the
-Conqueror, exasperated by the vain but most gallant defence of the
-castle, had its two governors burnt alive at the stake in the presence
-of his whole army.
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-So perished the heroes Cabrit and Bassa, leaving their names to be
-handed down through the centuries as the names of men who died loyal to
-their king at a time when the greater part of the island had gone over
-to the usurper.
-
-When Majorca again came into the hands of the legitimate line the ashes
-of the canonised heroes were placed in an urn and deposited beneath an
-altar in Palma Cathedral, where they remain to this day; and every
-succeeding generation hears from childhood up the stirring tale of how
-the two patriots fought and how they died.
-
-The little oratory of Our Lady of Refuge stands upon the summit of the
-cliff, and no doubt originated as the chapel of the fortress.
-Subsequently it became a renowned sanctuary, and attached to it, as is
-usual in Majorca, is a small _hospéderia_, or hostelry, where pilgrims
-and visitors can obtain a night’s shelter. The view from this point is
-worth coming far to see; unrolled like a map at one’s feet, far, far
-below, is the great southern plain, from the Bay of Palma on the west,
-where the dark mass of the cathedral still shows just visible above the
-faint haze enveloping the city, to the glittering Bay of Alcúdia upon
-the far east coast. All the cities of the plain—Inca, Benisalém, La
-Puebla, Múro, and Lluchmayór, lie outspread before us. Behind us, range
-upon range, are the wooded slopes of the Sierra, the topmost peaks still
-crowned with snow; threads of quicksilver flash down the mountainsides,
-and valley, plain, and hill alike are enveloped in a grey sea of olive-
-trees, dwarfed by distance to the semblance of lavender bushes.
-
-Some idea of the height of the rock on which we stand is obtained by
-dropping a stone over the edge; peering over the abyss as we lay full
-length on the ground we launched a small boulder into space, and, watch
-in hand, timed its descent.
-
-“One, two, three,” the seconds ticked away, and still the stone fell,
-though to our eyes it appeared already to have reached the olive groves;
-“four, five, six,” and not till now did a dull crash come up from below
-to tell us that the stone was at its journey’s end. We arose cautiously
-and walked back along the very centre of the cliff, feeling in every
-nerve that were we to stumble nothing could save us from covering fully
-thirty feet in our fall and disappearing over the edge of the precipice.
-
-Rejoining our donkeys, we set off on our downward ride. Midway we were
-overtaken by a party of boisterous young men who tore down the
-mountainside laughing and shouting, gave us a breathless good-day in
-passing, and vanished with giant strides down a precipitous shortcut,
-apparently intent on breaking their necks. We looked on aghast, but our
-guides evidently considered it no abnormal way of descending a mountain.
-
-“Going downhill no one is old,” says the island proverb reassuringly; no
-doubt the subsequent stiffness of our own knees was the result of not
-having gone down sufficiently fast.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The Palma carnival differs so greatly from that function as celebrated
-on the Riviera as to be worthy of mention. There the tourist element and
-its accompanying ostentation of wealth are the most conspicuous features
-of the performance. Here, in Palma, all this is wholly lacking, and the
-carnival has retained its native character to a truly refreshing degree.
-It is essentially a people’s festival, with hardly a foreigner present.
-
-From three o’clock in the afternoon till late at night the whole town is
-_en fête_; all the shops are shut, and the shop people sit in merry
-groups before their doors; the balconies overlooking the Borne are
-crowded, and the wide Borne itself is a seething throng of people on
-foot sauntering up and down, and chaffing one another in high good-
-humour.
-
-The troops—of which five or six thousand are quartered at Palma—send a
-large contingent to the crowd of holiday-makers; infantrymen in long,
-blue coats, crimson trousers, and bright green gloves, mingle with
-pretty girls in kerchief and _rebosillo_, whose hair is powdered thick
-with coloured confetti. Here is an old peasant, come in from the
-country, wearing under his hat a handkerchief wound round his head in
-the style of his Catalonian ancestors; his wife has donned her gayest
-shawl, and has brought the baby, who chuckles with delight at the
-festive scene and wears a funny little straw hat shaped like a Saracen
-turban trimmed with scarlet pompoms.
-
-Tiny maidens of four and five are costumed as grand ladies, and walk
-about, quaintly dignified, with proudly trailing train and flaunting
-fan, in rich brocade skirts and velvet bodices, with long, white gloves,
-and hair elaborately dressed with flowers and high tortoise-shell combs.
-A party of Arabs, draped in white sheets and armed with spears, lead
-about an unfortunate comrade disguised as a dancing bear, who is
-vigorously kept up to his part throughout the day; and small boys,
-dressed as Pierrots, or rejoicing simply in the disguise afforded by a
-pasteboard nose and a high falsetto voice, caper unrestrained through
-the crowd.
-
-Towards evening a couple of hundred carriages turn out into the streets;
-galarétas, landaus, dogcarts, and wagons form into line and follow each
-other in slow procession round and round the Borne. The smart barouche
-and pair of the Captain-General is preceded by a humble donkey-cart, and
-followed by a heavy country _charrette_ overflowing with clowns. Every
-one is dressed according to taste, and every one is free to throw things
-at every one else. The imperturbably correct coachman of a stylish turn-
-out gets hit on the nose by an egg-shell stuffed with confetti; the
-gentleman seated beside him—who wears a mask and an amazing tow-wig—
-replies with a well-directed volley, and a furious fusillade ensues, the
-enemy coming up to the very windows of the galarétas to pour in a deadly
-fire among the occupants.
-
-Mounted officers, armed with paper rockets, do battle with the people in
-the balconies, who, in return, hail down missiles and torrents of
-confetti upon their assailants. Eggshells fly in showers from carriage
-to carriage, smashing upon any head they meet with. On the wide Place
-Weyler the confetti lie so thick that the square resembles some
-cathedral floor—tinted by stained glass windows, and the carriages and
-horses are so tangled up in coloured streamers that they appear to have
-broken through a great rainbow spider’s web and carried it bodily away
-with them.
-
-By eight o’clock the Carnival is a thing of the past, and the gay, good-
-humoured crowd is in full retreat, thoroughly tired out.
-
-And at midnight the stars look down upon a sleeping city, whose
-stillness is only broken by the sonorous chant of the watchmen going
-their rounds with lantern and staff. The familiar cry—so associated with
-Palma—again rings out beneath our windows:—
-
- “_Alobado sea el Señor! Las doce—y sereno!_”
- (Praised be the Lord! Midnight, and a clear sky!)
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-
- PART II
-
-
-Although it falls to the lot of few of us to remain as sublimely
-unconscious of geography as was Charles Lamb—who asserts that though he
-held a correspondence with a very dear friend in New South Wales he was
-unable to form the remotest conjecture as to the position of that _Terra
-Incognita_—yet I think I may safely assume that not many of my readers
-are familiar with the geography of Majorca, and a glance at the sketch-
-map given in this volume may be of service in acquainting them with the
-principal places of interest in the island.
-
-The fact which perhaps chiefly strikes one is the miniature scale of
-distances. Just as the mouse occupies the same space on the page of a
-book on natural history as does the elephant, so does Majorca appear in
-its own particular map to be as large as Ceylon; and it gives one
-repeated shocks of surprise to find that what looks like a day’s journey
-is a matter of two hours by rail, or a morning’s carriage drive. There
-are half a dozen excursions which visitors to the island rarely fail to
-make; one is to Sollér, only a day’s expedition by carriage from Palma—
-though, as it possesses a comfortable little hotel and is in the midst
-of beautiful scenery, it is a favourite place for a lengthened stay. The
-old towns of Pollensa and Alcúdia upon the east coast attract a certain
-number of foreigners every season; and the fame of Arta’s stalactite
-caves draws thither a large number of sightseers, being easy of reach
-from the railhead at Manacór.
-
-But with these exceptions the interior of Majorca enjoys an almost
-perpetual immunity from tourists, most of whom are far from
-enterprising.
-
-It was to Arta that we ourselves were bound when we quitted Palma on
-March 12th, but having plenty of time before us, and being fond of
-driving tours, open air, and scenery, we decided to do the whole journey
-by road, and to spend as many nights _en route_ as we found desirable.
-Our carriage was one of the hotel victorias, drawn by an excellent pair
-of little grey horses; our luggage was of the most modest description,
-consisting of two of those feather-weight valises, made of brown
-cardboard, that can be bought for a few shillings in most Continental
-towns, and that belie their frail appearance by resisting ill-usage to
-an almost incredible degree. Our driver was a friendly and reliable
-native, who in all the years he had driven hotel carriages had never
-been asked to conduct anybody across the island. It was indeed an
-unheard-of thing to do. Was not the railway there to take people to
-Arta? and was it not well known that the southern districts of the
-island contained nothing that could be of any possible interest to any
-one? However, it was no affair of his if English ladies were eccentric;
-his not to question why. Their motives might be inscrutable, but he was
-there to carry out their wishes, whether wise or foolish.
-
-No June morning could have been more glorious than the one on which we
-left the Grand Hotel, and, rattling over the cobbles down to the
-harbour, struck out southwards towards Lluchmayór. For a couple of hours
-we crossed a great plain, carefully tilled and tended. In the orange
-gardens the golden crop was being gathered by peasants mounted on easel-
-shaped ladders. Stretches of corn and beans alternated with extensive
-fig orchards, which in July supply a harvest so bounteous that even the
-pigs fare sumptuously upon the fruit. Thick as faggots of dead wood were
-the leafless branches of the old trees—their elbows stuck out at an
-aggressive angle as though resenting the proximity of their somewhat
-heathenish-looking neighbour, the prickly pear, which in Majorca is
-termed the “Moorish fig,” as opposed to the “Christian fig” of
-cultivation.
-
-Standing up above the level of the orchards, and extending over the
-plain in numbers that suggest an immense pyrotechnic display in
-preparation, are countless wind wheels, twenty or thirty feet in
-diameter, furnished with a tail to keep their heads to the wind, and
-with sets of wooden slats that furl and unfurl like a fan, according to
-the strength of the breeze. Raised upon stone platforms and spinning
-round rapidly, these wheels are engaged in raising water from wells and
-pumping it into the great reservoirs that in summer supply the
-irrigation aqueducts intersecting the fields.
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- “... _countless windwheels, twenty feet or more in
- diameter, engaged in raising water from wells_....”
-
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- “_On some of the hills windmills are massed in a gregarious
- manner characteristic of Majorca_....”
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-At noon we reached Lluchmayór, and after lunching at the inn we visited
-the great high-backed church that prides itself on being the largest in
-the island outside Palma. It was deserted save for the presence of three
-old charwomen, who alternately chatted and laughed or piously mumbled
-_Ave Marias_ and _Pater nosters_ as they plied their flappers about the
-pulpit and the quaint old pews, resembling settees, with curved backs
-and deep seats inlaid with scenes in coloured woods. A wax figure of
-Santa Candida in a glass case, and some marvellous embroideries with
-inch-deep scrolls of gold thread set with precious stones, are amongst
-the most treasured possessions of this church.
-
-On again, through Campos, whence we look back to catch a last glimpse of
-the Palma Cathedral—far away across the plain; and the evening shadows
-are lengthening fast as we drive into Santagný, where we are to spend
-the night.
-
-Santagný is the southernmost town in Majorca, and as such suffered
-sorely in bygone time from the Algerian and Moroccan pirates who
-infested the neighbouring islet of Cabréra. In the sixteenth century the
-town was encircled with walls, to prevent the repetition of a raid that
-devastated the whole countryside and forced the inhabitants to fly for
-safety to the interior of the island. But centuries of safety have razed
-the fortifications more surely than any piratical attack, and one
-massive gateway—standing in the market-place—alone remains to testify to
-the dangers run by the townspeople in olden days.
-
-The _fonda_, or inn, at Santagný proved to be one of those truly
-primitive establishments that cause one to ponder the eternal question
-as to which comes first—the tourist or the inn. The problem regarding
-the hen and the egg is itself not more elusive than the vicious circle
-in which one becomes involved when dwelling on this subject. It is
-highly improbable that the accommodation at Santagný will undergo any
-improvement until visitors have shown some sign of wishing to come to
-the town; it is equally improbable that visitors will show any signs of
-wishing to come to Santagný until the accommodation has been improved.
-
-I must admit that the supper passed off in comparative style. We sat in
-a small, whitewashed room downstairs—our driver and a soldier also
-supping there at another table—and in place of the bell of
-conventionality we clapped our hands between the courses, which
-consisted of an excellent omelette, a dish of meat and rice, and oranges
-sliced with sugar. Our hostess’s attentions were somewhat spasmodic
-owing to the periodical raids she made on certain small boys whose noses
-were flattened on the window-pane, and at whom she dashed out very
-suddenly—belabouring such as came under her hand with a large market
-basket. In the outer room a guitar was being strummed, and the voices of
-the men sitting drinking there broke out now and then in a resonant
-chorus. All this was very nice and native; but when we went upstairs to
-our bedrooms it was still very native—only not so nice.
-
-Three small and stuffy cubicles opened off the landing at the head of
-the stairs; the only one that obtained any light or air was the end one,
-which had a small window in the outer wall of the house, but—as if to
-compensate for this advantage—it lacked a door, the privacy of its
-occupant being dependant upon a flimsy curtain that fluttered airily to
-and fro in the doorway. Each cubicle contained a bed, a chair, and a
-straw mat on the floor; and outside, on the landing, stood one small
-washstand, with a set of toilet appliances destined to be shared by all
-the occupants of the bedrooms. That the centre room was already engaged
-was evident from an unmistakably masculine snore that proceeded from it.
-Horses munched loudly in a stall below, and the petulant voices of
-dreaming pigs rose to the skies from an adjoining farmyard. Even our
-driver—who never considered his duties at an end until he had personally
-inspected our sleeping quarters for the night—expressed disapproval at
-the prospect, although his sympathetic shrugs plainly intimated that as
-we had made our beds so must we lie upon them. I speak figuratively, for
-as a matter of fact our beds were not made at all, though we had been
-more than two hours in the house.
-
-Amidst such unpromising surroundings did we eventually retire for the
-night, waking to find that our neighbour of the middle room had most
-opportunely taken himself off in the small hours of the morning, leaving
-us in sole possession of the washstand, so that our toilet was
-accomplished in comparative safety, and with no other interruption than
-the sudden appearance of our hostess on her way upstairs to fetch a
-sausage from the attic. It is but fair to say that this was the only
-_fonda_ we met with in the whole of our wanderings that was so primitive
-in its arrangements.
-
-On going down to breakfast our hostess presents us each with a thick
-tumbler containing a species of strong, brown broth, very nourishing, I
-should suppose, for an invalid; swelling with pride, she reveals the
-fact that the strange beverage we are drinking is _tea_—and it is
-doubtless on the strength of this compliment to our nationality that she
-presently tenders us a bill for fourteen pesetas—ten shillings and
-sixpence—a sum not overwhelming in itself, but absurdly high according
-to the standard of charges current in Majorcan inns.
-
-Five pesetas—four shillings—a day for each person is the recognised
-charge for board and lodging at all the best _fondas_ in Majorca. At a
-little hotel, such as that of Sollér or Alcúdia, one’s _pension_ may run
-as high as six or even seven and a half pesetas; but these are the
-outside prices; and one’s driver’s food—for which one is expected to pay
-while on tour—should never exceed two pesetas a day.
-
-At small native inns an arrangement as to terms should always be made on
-arrival. Particularly is this the case in out-of-the-way villages where
-strangers are rarely seen, and where the innkeeper will occasionally
-endeavour to make a profit out of all proportion to the accommodation
-provided for his guests. This sharp dealing is so little in keeping with
-the character of the average Majorcan that I can only explain it by
-quoting the people’s own saying, to the effect that there is not room
-for honour and profit in the same pocket. I think that the opportunity
-offered of enriching themselves easily at the expense of well-to-do
-foreigners proves too great a temptation for certain _fondistas_ who
-have lost the finer feelings possessed by their compatriots not engaged
-in trade.
-
-Quitting Santagný we drove on to Felanitx, a pretty little town
-surrounded by low hills whose crests are occupied by many windmills
-frantically waving their arms on the sky line. Windmills are everywhere.
-Some stand singly upon barrow-like mounds crowned with cactus tangles,
-others are massed upon ridges in the gregarious manner characteristic of
-Majorcan corn mills. All have either six or eight sails, which gives
-them a very full-bodied appearance; and some are furnished with tail
-feathers, and resemble large dragon-flies that have interrupted their
-whirring flight to settle for an instant with outspread gauzy wings upon
-a little tower of dazzling whiteness. An old miller leans out of a
-little upper window in one of the mills, filling it up so completely
-that we wonder if he will ever get back again.
-
-“_Buena vista!_” we call up to him as he watches us from his lofty
-perch.
-
-“Ah, yes!” he replies, looking far out over the sunny landscape, “from
-here one sees all the world!”
-
-It is in truth a very lovely world upon which he looks down this bright
-March morning. The almond orchards are streaming down the hill slopes
-and invading the town in torrents of young spring verdure; the houses
-are screwing up their eyes in the sunshine, even the tiniest windows
-being half built up with slabs of freestone, while many are closed
-entirely. Old women sit at their doorways plaiting and spinning, and
-greet us cheerfully as we pass, and leaving the town we take a pretty
-road through pine and heath, almond and olive, arbutus and carob, and
-set out to visit the old castle of Santuíri. Within half an hour of our
-destination the carriage halts, and a rocky goat-path leads us to the
-summit of the crag upon which the ruins stand.
-
-Santuíri was one of the great mediæval burgs of Majorca, and is in far
-better preservation than either of its fellows of Alaró or Pollensa. In
-the fifteenth century its walls were strengthened against an expected
-attack of the Moors, and much of these defences still remains.
-
-Proud, and most desolate, is this old sentinel of the southern coast.
-Buzzards hang in mid-air beneath the battlements—brown specks against
-the dim blue plain below; sheep graze amongst spurge and St. John’s wort
-on the grassy knolls within the fortress. The old gray walls are trimmed
-with golden patches of coronilla and crowned with a _chevaux-de-frise_
-of bristling aloe spikes. A narrow path cut in the face of the crag, and
-unprotected by any parapet, leads to the machicolated gate tower; above
-your head there are slits for boiling oil, and at your back is sudden
-death in the shape of a precipice, with nothing to break your fall but
-the fixed bayonets of some huge aloes rooted in the crevices of the
-cliff below. Assuredly it was well to be on good terms with its lord
-when craving admittance to the Castle of Santuíri.
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- “_All the windmills have either six or eight sails, and some
- are furnished with tail-feathers._”
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- “_Santuiri was one of the great mediæval burgs of Majorca,
- and is in better preservation than either of its fellows of
- Alaró or Pollensa._”
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-A twin height across a little valley is occupied by the Oratorio of San
-Salvadór—the shrine of a wonder-working Madonna whose fame dates from
-the Middle Ages, and who is visited annually by thousands of pilgrims
-from all parts of the island.
-
-To this shrine we ascended in the afternoon, the latter part of the
-route being a steep hillside, clothed with prickly pear and a sweet-
-smelling dwarf gorse, up which we slowly toiled on foot, the zigzag path
-marked out with twelve stations of the Cross, depicted in faïence tiles
-upon freestone pillars. Attached to the Oratorio upon the summit is a
-large _hospedéria_ containing some forty bedrooms, built for the
-reception of pilgrims; the four brown-frocked friars who minister to the
-wants of visitors were busily engaged in sawing timber in the entrance-
-hall amidst a litter of fresh shavings, and one of them interrupted his
-work to take us into the adjoining chapel. In pitch darkness we groped
-our way to a niche at the back of the high altar, and were shown by the
-light of a match a little old stone statue—the Blessed Virgin of San
-Salvadór—only second in power to Our Lady of Lluch.
-
-A special room is set aside for the votive offerings presented to her:
-the walls are thickly hung with uniforms, children’s garments, and
-bridal gowns; there are toys and medals, and stacks of crutches; there
-are rows of photographs of the Virgin’s _protégés_, who attribute their
-escape from accident and illness to her shielding power; there are crude
-childish representations of fires, shipwrecks, thunderbolts, runaway
-horses, and all the perils that humanity is heir to. Some of the ex-
-votos date from the attack of the Moors in 1737; others come from far
-countries—such as the one “promised to Our Lady in the fire of
-Santiago.”
-
-One of the most pathetic offerings that I saw at another Majorcan shrine
-was a thick plait of long black hair—“promised to Our Lady” on such and
-such a date, doubtless by some soul in sore need. The belief in
-miraculous intervention as an answer to personal sacrifice is deeply
-ingrained in the islanders, and is, I should imagine, a source of much
-consolation to them.
-
-After buying a few rosaries and ribbons bearing the name of Our Lady of
-San Salvadór we walked to the end of a hill-spur where stone seats
-invite the wayfarer to rest before beginning the steep descent. The sun
-was setting, and the scene before us recalled some Egyptian evening in
-its strength of colouring; far beneath us lay the great dim plain with
-its white towns, wrapped in the violet mists of sunset and melting away
-into the transparent blues and purples of the distant sierra. The roofs
-and walls of the Oratorio and the pine-trees upon the hilltop stood out
-in inky relief against a sky stained with orange and crimson, fiery lake
-and scarlet; the clouds were black, glowing coals backed with gold—the
-whole heavens were aflame in conflagration.
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- “_The old grey walls of Santuiri are trimmed with golden
- patches of coronilla and crowned with a_ chevaux de frise _of
- bristling aloe spikes_.”
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- “_Far beneath us lay the great plain, wrapped in the violet
- mists of evening.... The Oratorio de San Salvador will
- for ever be associated with the most beautiful sunset we ever
- witnessed in Majorca._”
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-Long after the glory had faded away a pure, brilliant glow illuminated
-the sky and lighted us on our homeward way, and we returned to Felanitx
-with the memory of San Salvadór for ever associated in our minds with
-the most beautiful sunset we ever saw in Majorca.
-
- * * * * *
-
-On March 15th we left Felanitx and continued our journey across the
-great southern plain. The road to Manacór runs along a low ridge and
-commands extensive views on either hand; asphodels fringed the wayside,
-and every patch of waste ground displayed the Spanish colours in gay
-yellow daisies and a tiny scarlet ranunculus, the Adonis vernalis. The
-weather was glorious; a shower during the night had laid the dust and
-cleared the air, and blue cloud-shadows chased merrily across the
-landscape.
-
-“_Bon dia tengan!_” comes in cheerful greeting from the fields where
-groups of peasant women, in big straw hats, ply their hoes among the
-wheat. When they found we wished to take a photograph of them their
-amusement was unbounded, and their merry laughter was quite infectious.
-
-Unceasing is the care of the crops, and unremitting is the labour
-bestowed upon the land before it assumes that market-garden-like
-neatness that is the ideal of the Majorcan peasant. Centuries of
-cultivation have converted much of the land into rich, productive soil,
-but a glance at a recently reclaimed field shows one the difficulties
-with which the original cultivator has to contend, difficulties that
-would surely daunt a less stout-hearted race. Slabs of bed-rock and
-countless myriads of loose stones cover the surface of the ground: by
-blasting and patient excavation a certain proportion of these are
-removed, and the intervening patches of earth are dug by hand, the first
-harvest being represented by a scanty crop of wheat sprouting in the
-interstices of the rock paving. The second or third year it will perhaps
-be possible to drive a narrow sharp-pointed ploughshare between the
-stones, lifting it briskly out of the ground when the shaft mule is
-brought up with a jerk by a more than usually stubborn boulder. Each
-year hundreds of tons of loose stone are collected and disposed of in
-one way or another; some are stacked in cairns among the crops and go by
-the name of _clápers_; others are carried with infinite toil to the
-boundaries of the field and built into a dry wall a yard or more thick—
-coped with the masses of rock that work up through the soil almost as
-quickly as they are removed from the surface; others again are thrown
-into great stone reservoirs built for the purpose and filled to the brim
-with blocks big and little. Gradually the plague of stones begins to
-abate. What one generation has begun, a future one will accomplish, and
-eventually the land will assume the appearance of a rich alluvial plain,
-and Dame Nature will put on as benevolent a smile as though she had
-proposed from the very first to bountifully reward the industrious
-peasant.
-
-But always there will be miles upon miles of beautifully built stone
-walls to tell a different tale. Truly may it be said of the Majorcans,
-as of their Catalonian forefathers—that from stones they produce bread.
-
-All the morning we drove, and by noon we had passed the town of Manacór
-and were descending towards the sea through a silent, sun-steeped land
-of rock and asphodel. Asphodels surrounded us for miles, their starry
-sceptres swaying in the wind and shining like silver where the sunlight
-struck through them. It is strange that no southern artist has painted
-us a Madonna of the Asphodels.
-
-Down by the seashore stands a small group of freestone houses called the
-Port of Manacór, and after lunching at the _fonda_ we set off on foot to
-visit the famous stalactite caves close by. There is nothing in the
-surface of the surrounding country to suggest the existence of vast
-subterranean caverns; the guide simply leads the way across the wide
-moor to a walled enclosure, where, half concealed by boulders and scrub,
-a flight of rock steps leads down to the _Cuevas del Drach_—the Dragon
-Caves of Manacór.
-
-Armed with acetylene lanterns we descend, and plunge into a perfect
-labyrinth of halls and passages; some of the scenes are very beautiful;
-there are “cascades of diamonds”—frozen falls that sparkle like hoar
-frost in the sun—and wonderful statuesque formations under fretted
-canopies fringed with glittering icicles; there are myriads of
-stalactites hanging from the roof, some snow-white and thorny, others
-like pink glass, that ring musically when struck with a stone. There is
-an immense cavern where one sits down to rest; weird shadows cast by the
-lamps dance upon the walls, and falling drops of water tinkle loudly in
-the silence. There are precipices and bottomless pits—into which the
-guide tosses stones—and atmospheric lakes, into which one is liable to
-walk unawares—the surface of the water being invisible to the sharpest
-scrutiny. There are bright blue pools, crystal clear, in the depths of
-which stalagmites appear like white sea-anemones and seem to mirror back
-the pendant bosses of the roof. One may walk for miles and not have seen
-all, but the heat in these caves is trying to many people, and one is
-not sorry to come out into the cold upper air after spending an hour or
-two in a temperature of nearly 90 degrees Fahrenheit.
-
-Many years ago some Spaniards were lost for days in the Drach caves, and
-the spot is still shown where in their despair they scratched upon the
-walls: _No hay esperanza_—There is no hope!
-
-In the caves of Arta, people are said to have entered who have never
-been seen again, alive or dead.
-
-The little inn at the _Puerto de Manacór_ is a typical Majorcan _fonda_.
-Our rooms were floored with cheerful red tiles, and the walls were
-almost awe-inspiring in their spotlessness; it is a popular saying that
-on Saturdays the Majorcans whitewash everything within reach. From our
-windows—furnished with wooden shutters in place of glass—we looked down
-upon a vine-covered pergola and a little bright blue bay encircled by a
-snow-white beach. Our beds were good, and the bed-linen excellent—the
-lace-trimmed pillow-cases and beautifully embroidered monograms
-testifying to the skill with which the women ply their needle. Supper
-was served on the first-floor landing, and consisted of fish, omelette,
-chicken and rice, and dessert; and at nine o’clock our hostess mounted
-the stairs to inform us that there would be no milk for our morning
-coffee unless some could be procured from Manacór (an hour distant)—the
-local dairy being inconsiderate enough to have two fine kids at the
-moment.
-
-She bade us a friendly good-night, and as an afterthought pointed out
-that being in the country here, it was the custom to empty bedroom
-basins out of the window. We promised to avail ourselves of the
-permission, and retiring, were gently lulled to sleep by the rhythmic
-breathing of the tide below.
-
- * * * * *
-
-It is strange to hear of snow and frost at home while we are living in a
-long succession of June days. Under a cloudless expanse of blue—unbroken
-save by a transparent white moon in the eastern sky—did we leave the
-_Puerto_ on the morning of March 16th. Retracing the road to Manacór, we
-drove through tracts of pine wood and rosemary, and at midday reached
-Arta—an oriental-looking town of white houses and palm-trees—the
-_Yartan_ of the Moors, in whose day it was an important colony. Their
-principal mosque was converted by the Conqueror into the great church
-that stands upon the hillside and with fortress-like walls and wide-
-arched upper gallery dominates the town. Crowning the same hill is the
-wall-encircled church of San Salvadór, used in olden times as a refuge
-for non-combatants during Saracen attacks, and in more recent days as a
-lazaretto in time of pestilence—which led to its being pulled down and
-rebuilt about a hundred years ago.
-
-In the vicinity of Arta are to be found certain tumuli of unknown
-origin, that correspond more or less to those monuments of a pre-
-historic race which exist in most of the islands of the Mediterranean.
-In a deserted olive-yard—where the poisonous _solanum sodomacum_ trailed
-its miniature yellow and green melons among the stones and big, pale
-periwinkles grew—we came upon the _Clápers de Gegants_, or Giants’
-Cairns. A ring wall of large stones weighing several tons apiece had
-evidently existed at one time; but most of the blocks had fallen in, and
-the central mound—whether watch tower or burial tumulus—was a mere chaos
-of stones and brambles. To any one who has seen the far finer megalithic
-monuments of Minorca, no Majorcan remains will appear of much
-importance.
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- “_Arta is an oriental-looking town of white houses and
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- “_Groups of peasant women were plying their hoes among
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-From Arta it is a pretty drive to the castle of Cap de Péra, an old
-fortress with portcullised gateway and peaked Moorish battlements,
-around which one can walk on a narrow ledge laid on stone brackets.
-Prickly pear and masses of crimson and white stocks run riot within the
-walls and cluster about the little chapel of the summit. Beyond the
-castle the road winds by a steep ascent to the lighthouse of the Cap de
-Péra—built upon the extreme eastern point of the island, whence a
-splendid view is obtained, the low coastline of Minorca being dimly
-discernible far out at sea.
-
-At nine o’clock the following morning we set out for the stalactite
-caves of Arta—said to be the most wonderful ones in the world, with the
-exception of certain caverns in New South Wales. For an hour and a half
-we descended towards the coast through a plain of fig orchards and
-palmetto clumps—the latter portion of the route being a mere cart-track
-of surprising badness—and finally drew up under a grove of picturesque
-old _Pinus maritima_ near the seashore—the finest trees we had yet seen
-in an island where good timber is rare.
-
-Fifteen minutes’ walk along a cliff path, with a turquoise blue sea
-below, and the scent of pines and gorse filling the warm air, and we
-come to the entrance to the caves. A great cleft opens in the face of
-the cliff overhead—a natural ante-chamber to the caves, supported by
-Herculean pillars of live rock, and to this we ascend by a long flight
-of massive stone steps, as though to the portals of some grand old
-Egyptian temple. Following our guide we pass through an iron _grille_
-and descend through cool depths of grey rock till we seem to have
-reached the very heart of the hills.
-
-So strange is the under world through which one is led for the next two
-hours that at times one doubts whether it is not all a dream. Now we
-wander through lofty halls hung from roof to floor with stony curtain
-folds, where tall stalagmitic palm-trees stand in groups—their rugged
-stems hard as marble, white as though bleached by long confinement in
-these sunless caves. Now we seem to be exploring a coral world in the
-depths of the sea, and half expect to meet startled fishes darting
-hither and thither among the fantastically sculptured grots and low-
-fretted arches through which we creep. Now we enter the great hall of
-columns, and wait in darkness upon a high rock-platform, while our
-invisible guide busies himself below with Bengal lights. Suddenly a
-vista of gigantic columns leaps out of black space, monstrous shadows
-retreat into a perspective of infinite extent, and—as though in some
-strange operatic scene—we find ourselves standing in a great vaulted
-crypt, Gothic in its indescribable richness of architectural detail,
-Egyptian in its gigantic proportions and massive grandeur. Still larger
-is the great cavern known as the Cathedral, the roof of which attains a
-height of a hundred and fifty feet; so weird and grand beyond belief is
-the effect created by this vast interior when lighted up—so wonderful is
-the mimicry of hangings and sculpture—so regular the slender turrets and
-fretted pinnacles that enrich the structure, that it is difficult to
-realise that the scene before one is Nature’s own handiwork.
-
-Wending our way down the Devil’s Staircase we next descend to a spot
-below sea-level to visit the “lost souls”—a company of black and burnt-
-up looking little figures seated beside a salt-water pool that goes by
-the name of the Styx. Endless is the imagery suggested by the stalactite
-formations; some resemble isolated statues, others intricate groups of
-Hindu gods. There is an organ with musical pipes, there are strange
-echoes that live far away among the rock caverns of the roof, and huge
-lurking shadows that—startled by the light of our lanterns—glide swiftly
-out of their recesses and disappear into the darkness ahead. But always
-we return to the aisles of ghostly columns that distinguish these caves
-from all others I have ever seen.
-
-Questioned as to the presumed age of these columns our guide throws up
-his hands in despair, and, leading us to a small stalagmite in process
-of formation, shows us a couple of copper _sous_ embedded in its glassy
-surface; it is twenty years since they were placed there, and in that
-time the stalagmite has risen to the rims of the coins and they are now
-fixed in their place by the most delicate silver film. Allowing fifteen
-_sous_ to the inch, a rough computation sets the rate of growth of this
-particular stalagmite at something between three and four thousand years
-to the foot—a period doubtless considerably exceeded in the case of the
-larger columns.
-
-The gem of the whole collection is the great palm-tree that stands alone
-in one of the outer courts. There are others that equal it in girth—its
-stem measures little more than three feet in diameter—but its splendid
-shaft ascends flawless, joint above joint of white coral-like
-stalagmite, till it unites with the roof sixty or seventy feet above the
-level of the floor. Since the world was young it has stood in these
-Halls of Silence—a silence of æons, broken only by dropping water and
-occasional earthquake shocks that have flung masses of stalactite to the
-ground. These horizontal rings in its stem may have been deposited in
-the days of palæolithic man; while that joint was being formed Babylon
-and Nineveh rose and passed away, and the Pharaohs in long procession
-filed across the world’s stage and vanished.
-
-The falling drop has now finished its work and has shifted to another
-spot where it has begun the base of a second column. Some day the
-capital of this one also will be completed....
-
-It is a glimpse into Eternity that appals one.
-
- * * * * *
-
-On March 18th we left Arta. A hum and a buzz in the street proclaimed it
-Sunday morning, and on emerging from our inn we found a couple of
-hundred people—including two Civil Guards and all the elders of the
-place—assembled to see us off. This interest was centred less in
-ourselves than in our victoria, for to people whose only notion of a
-carriage is the Spanish one of the baker’s-cart pattern, the sight of so
-long, low, and altogether remarkable looking a vehicle was of thrilling
-interest. It was probably the first ever seen in this part of the
-island, and had it been a motor-car it could not have made a greater
-sensation. Beasts of burden bolted at so novel an apparition, mules in
-carts swerved violently; children would drag their small brothers and
-sisters half a mile across country to catch a glimpse of us, and we
-brought whole village populations running to their doors.
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-Stepping into our carriage with a gracious and comprehensive bow to the
-throng around, we were whirled away at a gallop down the crowded street,
-and quitting the town we struck out for Santa Margarita on our return to
-Palma. Long processions of country carts were returning from Mass, with
-men and women seated upon sacks at the bottom of the vehicles; but the
-fields were deserted save for an occasional swineherd tending his beasts
-among the carob groves.
-
-Near Sineu we passed a large corral of young mules with their mothers;
-so proudly do these quaint, long-eared infants follow the handsome black
-mares that one is irresistibly reminded of the inquiry put by an
-interested listener to the man who was boasting of his mother’s beauty—
-“C’était donc Monsieur votre père qui n’était pas beau?”
-
-The night was spent at Sineu, and returning to Palma the following
-morning we settled down at the Grand Hotel for a week before starting on
-our second driving tour, which was to introduce us to the North-western
-corner of the island.
-
- * * * * *
-
-For the next few days the weather behaved as badly as it occasionally
-will do in southern lands where its reputation is at stake. The Palma
-natives became first apologetic, then exasperated;—“Fie, for shame!”
-screamed an old woman angrily, addressing the rain from her shop door
-where we had taken shelter in a downpour—“Fie, for shame! What, then,
-will the English ladies think of us!”
-
-But the spirit of perversity had entered into the Spring; she sprinkled
-snow upon the mountains, and kept the mail-boats imprisoned at
-Barcelona; she drenched the shivering population till the very swallows
-sat disconsolately on the clothes lines, drooping their wet wings; and
-she persisted in making such ugly threatening faces that it looked as if
-we should never start for Andraitx at all. Reason certainly pointed to
-our remaining at Palma; we were warm and comfortable at the Grand Hotel—
-we got far better food than we ever did on our travels, and the Dark-
-room itself was more commodious than might be our future quarters in
-some village _fonda_. On the other hand time was passing, and we had yet
-much to see; finally we decided to risk all and to go.
-
-The heavens were black with clouds when we set off on the morning of
-March 27th, but before we had been gone half an hour our lucky star
-shone out, and the weather executed a complete _volte-face_ such as one
-is led to believe any climate but our own would be ashamed of. Brilliant
-sunshine dried up the puddles with that amazing rapidity peculiar to
-porous soils, and the day suddenly decided to be quite, quite fine.
-
-So excellent may be the results obtained from flying in the face of
-Providence—if only it be done at the right moment.
-
-Merrily our little horses jingled along the splendid _carretera real_—
-the royal road—that leads to Andraitx; now we follow the coastline and
-catch glimpses of blue waves and fringes of white foam between the stems
-of the pine-trees; now we turn inland among the olive groves—where the
-old trees pirouette airily or stand with feet gracefully crossed upon
-the hill slopes, amidst pink and white cistus and bushes of wild
-mignonette. In three hours we reach Andraitx, where the carriage road
-terminates, and having no further use for our victoria we send it back
-to Palma, with instructions to meet us the next day but one at the
-village of Estallenchs beyond the mountains.
-
-Andraitx, the old Andrachium of the Romans, is a prosperous-looking town
-lying in a green valley of almond orchards; most of the inhabitants are
-sea-faring folk, and down by the shore—five miles distant—we found a
-little colony of houses where fishermen in red Phrygian caps were
-mending their nets until the gale should abate. It was assuredly no day
-to put out to sea so long as white foam was running up the face of the
-cliffs, driven by a wild west wind.
-
-The church of Andraitx is one of the oldest in the island; it stands
-upon rising ground above the town, its great blank walls plain—even in a
-land of plain exteriors; and beside it stands the fine old Possession-
-house of _Son Mās_, said to date back to the time of the Moors. The
-Possession-houses of Majorca were originally the country seats of the
-Spanish nobility; once inhabited by the great landowners, they have now
-descended to the level of farmhouses and have become the residence of
-the principal tenant farmer upon the estate, who goes by the name of the
-Amo, or master. These fine old buildings usually stand in the centre of
-some large property, and are almost invariably fortified and adapted to
-stand a siege.
-
-Very picturesque is the straggling yellow pile of _Son Mās_, with its
-high walls and machicolated tower. Passing under a heavy stone archway
-we cross a large courtyard, where pigeons are stepping through stately
-minuets upon a vine pergola, and ascend by a flight of steps to a broad
-open gallery, supported on pillars, that runs along the front of the
-house. We are shown the spacious kitchen and living rooms of the present
-occupants, and are then led through suite after suite of disused
-apartments—whitewashed, stone-flagged, shuttered, given up to bats and
-cobwebs. In the rooms occupied by the Señor, when on rare occasions he
-pays a visit to his estate, are a few pieces of the old furniture—some
-wooden chests, such as take the place of wardrobes in Majorcan
-households, a carved bedstead, and a few old paintings—fast going to
-decay. Soon there will be nothing save the stone scutcheon in the
-courtyard to preserve the memory of the founder of _Son Mās_.
-
-Behind the house is an enormous reservoir containing a water supply that
-would outlast any conceivable siege to which the inhabitants might be
-subjected. The cement roof of the tank forms a wide terrace—some ninety
-by thirty feet—and two well-shafts, thickly lined with maidenhair fern,
-give access to the water.
-
-A winding staircase leads to the summit of the old watch-tower, where
-from an open _loggia_ under the roof the besieged could hurl down
-missiles upon the foe before the gate. In an unguarded moment I
-attempted the ascent of this tower, and never shall I forget the
-sensation of that climb; losing sight of my feet from the very start—my
-head being always three turns higher up the steps—and momentarily
-expecting to stick fast for good, I thrust myself in spirals up the
-narrowest corkscrew stairs it has ever been my fate to encounter.
-Judging by my own sensations I should guess the staircase to have
-measured nine inches in width—but it is possible it may have been rather
-more.
-
-As we sat at supper that evening there came a knock at the door and the
-_Alcalde_ was announced; a shy little man fingering a felt hat slipped
-into the room and made us a low bow; he was the Burgomaster, come to pay
-his respects and to inquire if we had all we wanted. While entirely
-appreciating the kindness that prompted his visit we could willingly
-have dispensed with it, on account of the immense exertion required to
-express ourselves in Spanish at all, and the impossibility of doing so
-as we should wish. We gathered that he was placing himself and all he
-possessed at our disposal, and we did our best to rise to the occasion;
-but sentiments of gratitude are sadly lamed by a limited vocabulary. We
-tried to improve our position by asking if he could speak French, and
-expressing our disappointment when he negatived the question. The
-interview was punctuated by rather painful silences—and it was with a
-certain sense of relief that we saw our friendly visitor bow himself out
-again on being assured there was nothing he could do for us.
-
-All that night a terrific storm raged. Mingled with the rattling of hail
-and the crash of thunder came the sound of the _Sereno_ hammering at the
-house door to wake the _fondista_, and shortly afterwards we heard the
-latter come upstairs and pound lustily upon the door of an adjoining
-bedroom; some señor had to be called to catch the diligence, which—
-according to Spanish custom—leaves Andraitx at the extraordinary hour of
-two o’clock in the morning.
-
-By the time we had finished breakfast the sun was shining hotly once
-more, and we were able to start for San Telmo. Seated in a small
-_carreta_—a very light skeleton cart on two wheels, with rush mats
-spread over the bars of the bottom and sides—we set out at a foot’s pace
-to visit the old castle on the coast, an hour and a half distant. For a
-mile or so one ascends by a very steep mountain road, but after crossing
-the _col_ this road deteriorates into the roughest of cart tracks,
-winding down to the sea through a valley of pine-trees, olives, and
-carobs.
-
-A country road in Majorca may mean anything—from a tract of bedrock
-scattered with loose stones of any size, to a soft, uneven hill-path,
-barely wide enough for a wheeled vehicle to pass. Short of coming to
-actual steps, a _carreta_ is expected to follow anywhere where a pony
-can obtain a footing, and many a time did the bumps and lurches to which
-we were subjected recall George Sand’s driving experiences in the year
-1838.
-
-Speaking of what is now one of the finest roads in the island she
-narrates in lively French how in her day the journey was perilously
-accomplished—“with one wheel on the mountain and one in the ravine....
-The jolting is indescribable ... yet however frightful a concussion the
-driver receives, he sings all the time in a loud voice—only breaking off
-to bestow curses upon his horse if the animal hesitates for an instant
-before plunging down some precipice or climbing some rock wall.... For
-it is thus one proceeds—ravines, torrents, quagmires, ditches, hedges,
-all present themselves in vain—one does not stop for so little. Besides,
-it is all part of the road; at first you think you must be
-steeplechasing for a wager, and you ask your driver what possesses him.
-This is the road, he replies. But that river? It is the road. And this
-deep pit? The road. And that bush also? Always the road.... _A la bonne
-heure!_ And all that remains for you to do is to commend your soul to
-God and to contemplate the landscape, while awaiting death or a
-miracle.”
-
-Descending from the _carreta_ shortly after starting, to lighten the
-load of the floundering pony, I had at first persuaded the stout
-proprietor to follow my example; but within a very short time he had
-climbed in again, observing with a loud gasp that the way was long. It
-was not the first time he had been to San Telmo; only a year ago he had
-driven two English ladies there, and they too had had a camera, and on
-the way it fell out of the cart and was lost. To this day he could
-remember their lamentable cries of “La máquina, la máquina!” But five
-days later it was picked up by an old man, who thought it was a bomb and
-carried it home very cautiously. The ladies were very pleased—oh yes,
-they gave him more than a day’s wages for it.
-
-The little castle of San Telmo was built in the sixteenth century for
-the protection of Andraitx. It stands on a rocky prominence by the
-seashore, and is in good preservation, its barrel-vaulted dining hall
-serving as a workshop for the old man who lives there. From the flat
-roof of the tower, where rusty cannon still occupy the embrasures, one
-looks down upon a pretty beach, where long green waves, lit up by the
-sun, break gently upon the sand, and great conch shells are sometimes
-found amongst the foam fringes of the surf. Some three hundred yards out
-from the shore is the low turtle-backed rock Pentaleu, where the
-Conqueror first set foot on quitting his storm-tossed galley; and
-screening the northern side of the little bay are the bare grey flanks—
-dreaded by sailors—of the Dragonéra, Majorca’s westernmost outpost. A
-lighthouse occupies the knife-like ridge of the summit, and cutting
-along through the Freu—the narrow strait between the island rock and the
-mainland—comes a little white steamer, the Barcelona boat, bringing a
-welcome cargo of mails after a silence that has lasted more than a week.
-
-The following morning, March 29th, we set out for Estallenchs, our
-cavalcade consisting of one riding mule and a sturdy donkey to carry the
-luggage. No expedition could have offered a greater contrast to our tour
-of the preceding week than did this journey across the mountains. On the
-southern plain a whole day’s march of thirty miles is accomplished in a
-morning’s drive; in the Sierra we take four hours to cover a distance of
-twelve miles. Up and down among the hills winds the mule track; now we
-are high above the lapis lazuli sea, on a mountain path knee deep in
-palmetto fans and the red-velvet flower of lentiscus bushes; now we
-descend to a torrent bed hemmed in by great grey cliffs scarred with red
-scarps where part of the hillside has broken off and poured like an
-avalanche into the bed of the valley. Now we enter the pine woods where
-the white allium and many orchises grow, and the air is fragrant with
-rosemary and gorse. Further on we come to a winding rock staircase cut
-in the face of the cliff, down which, our guide tells us, it is not safe
-to ride; the only surprising thing is that any animal except a goat
-should be expected to descend it; and here our baggage donkey
-distinguished himself by slipping down and lying motionless, but quite
-unhurt, till he was unloaded and dragged on to his legs again.
-
-A rough cart track winds for some way into these lonely hills, and we
-meet timber carts descending with loads of fir-trees, the mules
-stumbling and sliding on their haunches down the steep hillside—the
-heavy two-wheeled carts, with powerful brakes on, crashing and jolting
-behind them over boulders and tree-stumps.
-
-As we approach human habitations again, traces of cultivation once more
-appear; small terraces are levelled on the mountain side and planted
-with almond-trees, from which our men snatch handfuls of young milky
-nuts in passing—a universal habit that has given rise to the sarcastic
-proverb, “The laden almond-tree by the wayside is sure to be bitter.” At
-last, after a long and fatiguing descent by shallow paved steps, we come
-in sight of Estallenchs—a pretty village nestling in a fold of the
-hills, backed by cliffs, grey peaks of sun and shadow; in front a valley
-opening down to the sea, with hill slopes clothed in almond, olive, and
-fir.
-
-The inn is a very humble building, and does not even entitle itself a
-_fonda_. The master of the house was absent, and the old woman left in
-charge spoke no Spanish; we spoke no Majorcan, and by way of
-facilitating conversation she suddenly sent an urgent message to the
-village doctor, who arrived post haste, thinking that some accident had
-befallen the English señoras. Somewhat dashed at finding us both
-uninjured and in good health, he yet conversed with us very pleasantly
-in our attic chamber, offered to show us the place, translated various
-requests for us, and before leaving ordered our dinner. Thanks to his
-ministrations we lacked for nothing that night, the only hitch occurring
-at bedtime, when our best efforts to obtain candles resulted in a dish
-of olives being set before us.
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-The following morning a cheerful jingle of bells announces the arrival
-of our good Pépé and the victoria; the approach to the inn being too
-narrow for a carriage to pass, our belongings are carried up to the main
-road and there bestowed upon the box. Village dames look on from their
-doorways and nod affably, and one of them invited us to come in while
-waiting for the carriage to be packed, and took the deepest interest in
-our proceedings when we proposed photographing her room—only regretful
-that her floor was not yet covered with the tiles she showed us stacked
-in readiness. The only light streamed through the great stone archway of
-the outer door, and revealed the usual spotless interior of a Majorcan
-house, the walls snowy with repeated coats of whitewash. Good string-
-seated chairs and stools were ranged neatly round the room, and on the
-shelves stood the graceful water-jars in daily use among the people.
-Boxwood spoons and forks hung in a rack by the chimney corner, and over
-a clear fire of almond-shells upon the hearth bubbled a pot of bean
-soup; nothing would content the good housewife but that we should taste
-it—and most excellent it was. Everything about the place was tidy and
-exquisitely clean.
-
-You might search in Majorca for a long time I fancy before you would
-find a slattern.
-
-The scale of wages in the island is low—a labourer rarely earning more
-than eighteen pence a day; but there is every sign of general
-prosperity. The necessaries of life are very cheap, and a well-built
-stone house can be obtained in country villages at a rental of from two
-to three pounds a year.
-
-The drive from Estallenchs to Bañalbufár is—from the point of view of
-scenery—one of the finest in the island; high above the sea runs the
-road, following every curve of the rugged coast; dark, fir-crowned
-cliffs tower overhead, and mountain ranges in splendid perspective jut
-out into the blue Mediterranean. Headland upon headland, point upon
-point—each intervening bay outlined with a semicircle of snow-white
-foam—they stretch back to where the faint blue battering-ram of the
-Dragonéra is still dimly visible in the haze of distance.
-
-Perched on a rock pinnacle above the sea stand the yellow walls of an
-old watch tower; these towers, or _ataláyas_ as they are called, were in
-olden days tenanted by coastguards, who from their lofty eyries watched
-the sea and gave the alarm to the countryside when any suspicious sail
-appeared on the horizon; a system of smoke-signals was in use by which
-the movements of a hostile fleet could be communicated to all the other
-_ataláyas_ along the coast and to the inhabitants of the interior.
-
-Bañalbufár is a small village built upon a mountain slope high above the
-sea, chiefly noticeable for the marvellous terracing of the surrounding
-hillsides; the terraces are so narrow and the walls so high that seen
-from below the effect is that of an unbroken stone wall several hundred
-feet in height, while from a little distance they resemble a gigantic
-flight of curved steps or an inverted amphitheatre upon the hillside.
-Vines and tomatoes are largely grown by the industrious inhabitants.
-
-Down by the sea, in the cavernous recesses of overhanging rocks, are
-some curious corn mills, to which one descends by a steep paved path,
-the tiny mountain stream that works the mills raging and sluicing
-alongside in a polished aqueduct at such prodigious speed that upon
-touching the water your hand receives a smart blow.
-
-Here upon a small headland below the village we ate our luncheon, among
-clumps of purple stock and bushes of bright green spurge—devouring the
-while a week’s budget of letters that Pépé had brought out with him;
-after which we rejoined our carriage and began the long ascent of the
-Col that lay between us and Palma. Like a snake does the white road wind
-in loops up the mountain side; the _Pinus maritima_ clothes the hill
-slopes to the very summit, but rarely attains an even respectable size.
-In this respect Majorca differs strikingly from Corsica, where grand
-forests of Laricio pine flourish in the rockiest of soils. Natural
-timber is indeed a feature entirely lacking in the greater part of
-Majorca, owing to the fact that whenever it is in any way possible to
-utilise the ground it is devoted to the more profitable culture of the
-olive and almond.
-
-Leaving the mountains behind us we presently pass Esporlás, with its
-rushing stream bordered by Lombardy poplars, and its great cloth
-factory, where hanks of dyed cotton are hanging out to dry; and soon
-after reaching Establiments—a trim and prosperous townlet nine
-kilometres from Palma—the rain comes down in torrents. We meet flocks of
-drenched sheep, and tilted country carts returning from market, each
-carter fast asleep inside, with his head on a pile of sacks and a
-blanket drawn up to his chin, leaving all responsibility to the
-sagacious mule who steps aside to let us pass. The wheat fields are
-dripping, the wet air is heavy with the scent of flowering may, and
-Palma itself is spanned by a bright rainbow. Let it rain! we are back in
-comfortable quarters once more!
-
- * * * * *
-
-On the 2nd of April we went to spend a few days at Sollér—the one
-inevitable expedition for all visitors to Palma. By the most direct
-route the drive only occupies three hours, but it is best to make a
-_détour_ by way of Valldemósa and Miramár, so as to include the
-beautiful scenery of the north coast.
-
-Long and straight and flat is the road to Valldemósa, the cornfields on
-either side decked out with blue borage, gladiolus, and pink allium, and
-bordered with a fringe of flaring yellow daisies—the kind known in
-English gardens as annual chrysanthemums. A brilliant touch of colour is
-given by a row of bright vermilion flower-pots, set out on the snow-
-white parapet of a country house; but actual flower gardens are as
-lacking among the homesteads of Majorca as among those of most southern
-lands—and the peasants would no doubt marvel greatly at the sentiment
-which induces an English cottager to allot so much valuable space to
-flowers when he might devote it to the utilitarian onion or the
-practical potato.
-
-A couple of hours’ drive brings one to the foot of the mountains, and
-passing through a fine gorge the road ascends to the village of
-Valldemósa, perched upon a saddle among the hills. It was here that in
-the sixteenth century Santa Catalina was born—the pious maiden who on
-her walks used the leaves of the olive and lentisk as rosaries, and who
-from her cell heard mass being celebrated in Palma Cathedral, ten miles
-distant; but Valldemósa’s chief claim to fame lies in her great
-Carthusian monastery, a huge yellow pile occupying the ridge above the
-village. Originating as the summer palace of the Moorish rulers of
-Majorca, the great building was subsequently used as a residence by the
-kings of Aragon, and it was not till the year 1400 that it fell into the
-hands of the monks; fortified, restored, and added to at various times,
-the monastery eventually covered an enormous area of ground, and
-sufficient still remains to amaze us at the lavish style in which twelve
-Carthusian friars and their Father Superior were housed.
-
-When the monastery was suppressed in 1835, the Spanish government made
-over the newer wing of the building to private persons, and nine
-Majorcan families occupy the monks’ old quarters to this day. Very
-charming are these monastic residences, entered from the cool,
-whitewashed cloisters; each set of rooms is quite secluded from the
-rest, and each has its small terrace garden to the south, where lemon-
-trees bask in the sunshine, screened by the high walls that divide each
-monk’s territory from that of his neighbour on either side. From the low
-parapet in front one looks out over a steep declivity of orange groves
-and ranges of hills stretching down to the gorge—the gate of the plains.
-
-It was in one of these apartments that George Sand passed the winter
-when she visited the island with her two children in the year 1838,
-accompanied by the invalid Chopin. The accommodation provided for one
-Carthusian friar—three good-sized rooms and a kitchen on the ground
-floor, with as many bedrooms above stairs—afforded ample living room for
-the party of four; but the winter proved bitterly cold, and all the
-comforts of a northern home were lacking in an island where open
-fireplaces are unknown, and a brazier filled with charcoal is the only
-means of warming a room. At great expense an iron stove was brought up
-to Valldemósa and installed in one of the rooms, where it smelt
-abominably. In other matters the unfortunate strangers were no happier;
-the grand piano—imported from France—gave such endless trouble at the
-Palma customs that they would willingly have had it sunk in the harbour—
-but even that was not permitted. It was only after protracted wrangling
-that it was finally liberated upon the payment of four hundred francs.
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- she visited the island with her two children in 1838, accompanied
- by the invalid Chopin._”
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- to where the faint blue battering-ram of the Dragonéra is
- dimly visible in the distance._”
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-The attitude of the Valldemósans too was anything but pleasant or
-conciliatory to the French exiles; the expulsion of the monks was too
-recent for them to have become reconciled to the occupation of the
-monastery by lay residents, and they looked with intense suspicion on
-these foreigners who never came to church and who scandalised society by
-allowing a little girl of nine to roam the country attired in rational
-costume.
-
-There were doubtless faults on both sides; if the peasants regarded
-George Sand as a heathen, she looked upon them as uncharitable and
-bigoted barbarians, and she contrasts the result of their so-called
-religion with the abomination of desolation of philosophy in which—as
-she ironically remarks—her own children were brought up.
-
-Life in Majorca seems to have offered few attractions to the foreigner
-in those days; setting aside the difficulties of transit—difficulties
-rendered doubly trying in the case of an invalid—the discomfort of the
-pig-boat by which one came to Palma, and the shocking state of the
-roads, to which I have previously alluded—setting all this aside, the
-very character of the islanders seems to have been radically different
-when George Sand sojourned amongst them from what it is now. According
-to her, the Majorcans were dirty and impertinent; they cheated one
-shamelessly at every turn; they were calculating, selfish, and utterly
-heartless where their own interest was concerned; letters of
-recommendation to twenty Palma residents would hardly suffice to prevent
-a stranger from wandering homeless about the town on arrival; and if any
-luckless foreigner presumed to complain of the treatment he received, or
-so much as ventured to express disapproval at the presence of scorpions
-in his soup, a torrent of indignation and contempt descended on his
-head.
-
-Now our own impressions of the Majorcans differed so wholly from the
-above description that it is difficult to realise that the writer was
-referring to the same people. Our experience of the island was, however,
-necessarily a brief and superficial one—and though I have endeavoured
-faithfully to record all that befell us on our travels I am open to the
-charge of having taken too _couleur-de-rose_ a view, or—in the more
-pithy Minorcan phrase—of having unconsciously resembled “the ass of
-Moro, who was enchanted with everything.”
-
-I therefore quote the following words written by one not open to this
-charge—the Austrian Archduke Louis Salvator, who for more than twenty
-years made the island his home, who travelled about among the peasants,
-and who probably knows the island and its inhabitants more intimately
-than do most of the natives themselves:—
-
-“The Majorcans,” he writes, “are gentle, cheerful, open-hearted,
-compassionate, and charitable to the poor; faithful in friendship, and
-extremely attached to their wives and children; _very hospitable, like
-all the Balearic peoples_—this applies to rich and poor alike, who all
-heap kindness upon the stranger and entertain him with their best.”
-
-How to reconcile this opinion with that of George Sand I do not know—for
-it is not usual for the racial characteristics of an island people to
-alter so completely in fifty years. I can only imagine that the French
-authoress must have arrived in Majorca at an inauspicious moment; that
-she unintentionally roused the animosity of her neighbours, and that she
-may have been actually unlucky in the people with whom she came in
-contact; while anxiety over the condition of her sick friend did not
-improve her temper. It must not be supposed, however, that her winter at
-Valldemósa was one long Jeremiad; she thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of
-the scenery and the flowers, and her vivid imagination, her spirit, and
-her sense of humour carried her through trials that would have depressed
-many another person.
-
-An apology is due to her memory for the deliberate charge brought
-against her in Murray’s guide-book of having damaged a certain
-“priceless historical document” during her stay in the island. The
-document in question is a curious illuminated map of Europe and the
-north coast of Africa, made for Amerigo Vespucci in the year 1439 by a
-Majorcan draughtsman; and George Sand is most unjustly held up to the
-reprobation of all future travellers as having obtained permission to
-copy this map, and as having upset her inkpot over it.
-
-That an inkpot _was_ upset over it she herself records in dramatic
-narration, but her account of the affair goes to show that she had
-neither part nor lot in bringing about the accident; her hair stands on
-end with horror as she recalls the scene....
-
-She was being shown the library collected by Cardinal Despuig, uncle to
-the then Count of Montenegro, when the house-chaplain volunteered to
-show her the precious map—the gem of the collection. Spreading it on a
-table he unrolled the beautiful illuminated parchment—whereon large
-cities share the Sahara with equally large savages mounted on camels;
-but the vellum was reluctant to remain flat, seeing which, a servant
-placed a full inkstand upon a corner of the map to keep it open. But
-alas! its weight was insufficient! The scroll gave a crack—a leap—and
-lo! it was again rolled up, _with the inkstand inside_!
-
-Horror and confusion reigned; the chaplain fainted away; the servants
-were petrified—and then, losing their heads, dashed up with sponges,
-brooms, and pails of water, and fell upon the map with zeal so fatal
-that kingdoms, oceans, isles, and continents were overwhelmed in common
-ruin.
-
-George Sand declares she was not even touching the table at the moment
-of the catastrophe—but adds prophetically that she quite supposes the
-blame of it will to all time be laid at her door. The map was
-subsequently restored by skilful hands to nearly its pristine glory, and
-is now to be seen under glass in the house of the Count of Montenegro at
-Palma.
-
-The big monastery-church of Valldemósa contains little of interest
-beyond some good marble mosaics, and hanging on the wall is a curious
-apparatus not unlike a pool-marker, with lettered pegs that fit into
-holes—the talking board used by the silent monks when they wished to
-communicate with one another.
-
-From Valldemósa an hour’s drive brings one to Miramár, the large estate
-purchased in 1872 by the Archduke Louis Salvator. Before arriving at the
-house itself one passes the roadside _hospedéria_, kept up—with true
-Majorcan hospitality—by the lord of the manor for the benefit of
-travellers: free quarters for three days, with firing, salt, and olives,
-are offered to all comers, and the woman in charge cooks the food that
-visitors bring with them. This hospice makes an excellent centre from
-which to explore the north coast of the island, and good walkers would
-discover countless delightful rambles amongst the pinewoods that clothe
-the cliffs down to the water’s edge.
-
-The Archduke’s own house is a plain building standing 2,000 feet above
-sea-level; the name Miramár—Sea View—has attached to the site ever since
-the thirteenth century, when Don Jaime II.—acting on the recommendation
-of Rámon Lull, his seneschal—founded a college there. Never was a name
-better deserved; like a silver mirror the placid Mediterranean lies
-outspread below one, its motionless surface flecked with tiny fishing
-boats; dark, fir-clad cliffs slope precipitously to the sea, and far
-below lies the red rock Foradada like some gigantic saurian in the blue
-water. Look-out points, or _Miradórs_, are constructed in various parts
-of the grounds, commanding glorious views; and perched upon a rocky spur
-lower down the hill is a tiny chapel, recently built, dedicated to St.
-Rámon Lull. One of its foundation stones was brought from Bougie in
-Algeria—where the saint met his death by stoning—and another from San
-Francisco, in memory of the missionary Juan Serra, the Majorcan founder
-of the Pacific city.
-
-For the last eight years the Archduke has not resided at his Majorcan
-home, greatly to the regret of the people; the house is uninhabited, but
-is shown to visitors by the caretaker.
-
-Its chief interest consists in the entirely native character of its
-contents; everything in the house is Majorcan—the thick, soft matting on
-the floors, the string-seated rocking-chairs and the fat stools of
-stuffed basket-work; the handsome brass braziers and the carved four-
-post bedsteads; the inlaid chests and cabinets, and the splendid
-collection of faïence ware, of which the owner is a connoisseur.
-Majorcan too is the vulture in the garden—a fierce, brown bird, who
-hisses at visitors, and jumps wrathfully from branch to branch of the
-aviary in which he has lived for seventeen long years.
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-The Archduke is the author of a very exhaustive and profusely
-illustrated work on the Balearics, “_Die Balearen in Wort und Bild_”;
-but unfortunately it is too costly a work to become generally known, or
-it would bring many travellers to visit the islands which the author
-loves so well.
-
-On leaving Miramár we continue along the coast to Deya, a picturesque
-village of clustered houses and steep streets of steps, perched upon an
-isolated peak and backed by high mountains. Here we caught sight of a
-strange figure striding along the road ahead of us, and presently we
-came up with a holy palmer, who might have stepped straight out of the
-twelfth century—with cockleshells and staff, and with his sandal shoon.
-He was posting along at five miles an hour with a dog at his heels.
-
-“Whither away, O Father?” we asked with respectful salutation.
-
-“Over the whole world, my children,” replied the old man, turning upon
-us a rugged face framed in long grey locks.
-
-We learnt that he was a native of Spain, and had for years been on a
-pilgrimage to the most sacred shrines in all lands; he had been in the
-Holy Land and in Egypt—had visited St. James of Compostella, and Rome,
-and Lourdes—and now was on his way to the shrine of Our Lady of Lluch.
-His wallet contained his papers—viséd at his various halting places—
-together with a few treasured relics from the Holy Sepulchre; of money
-he had no need, since the faithful everywhere would give him food and a
-night’s lodging, for the labourer is worthy of his hire. But he dare not
-tarry, for he had yet far to go, and with a “_Buen viaje!_” we drove on
-and soon lost sight of the solitary pilgrim who in this strange fashion
-was working out his own salvation.
-
-The town of Sollér lies almost at sea-level, in a spacious valley ringed
-round with mountains around whose grey peaks buzzards and ravens—dwarfed
-by distance to the size of midges—circle and slant for ever to and fro.
-
-Warm and sheltered, rich with orange and lemon groves, date palms and
-loquats, and entirely enclosed with hills but for an opening down to the
-little port on the north, Sollér is Majorca’s garden of the Hesperides.
-Though it is only April 3rd, the roses are running riot in the gardens
-of _Son Angelāts_, a fine house on the outskirts of the town belonging
-to a Marchésa who only resides there in summer time; it has terraces
-overlooking Sollér, and large grounds laid out with orange groves, tall
-palms, and flowering shrubs; roses cover the terrace walls and climb up
-into the grey olive-trees from whence they fall back in festoons—and the
-gardener breaks off branch after branch for us as we go along, great
-yellow Marshal Niels, pink La France, crimson tea roses, butter-coloured
-Banksias, miniature _roses de Meaux_, and fragrant Madame Falcot; we
-have more roses than we can carry. The borders are full of pansies and
-polyanthus, Parma violets and carnations; we are given bouquets of
-spirea, freesias, peonies, and heliotrope, and we drive away with our
-little _carreta_ decked out as if for the Carnival.
-
-The Marchésa has beautiful grounds—carriages and horses, and many
-servants; and to these possessions she adds, with true Southern
-incongruity, a most remarkable approach to her entrance gate; several
-yards of decayed cobble paving—bestrewn with loose blocks of stone and
-full of deep holes—over which a small stream swirls rapidly, intervene
-between her carriage gate and the road outside. The bumps and crashes
-with which our cart forded the water nearly threw the pony down, and we
-feared at one time that a wheel was coming off, but we got through
-intact. That the marchioness should enjoy this episode as part of her
-daily drive strikes even the natives, I think, as a little strange.
-
-The modest little hotel _La Marina_ at Sollér is a great improvement on
-the ordinary village _fonda_; the cooking is good, the bedrooms plainly
-but suitably furnished, and the proprietor and his daughters spare no
-pains to make their guests happy. Mules can be procured in the town for
-mountain expeditions, a carriage and pair is kept for hire, and there is
-a toy _carreton_ belonging to the hotel in which one may drive out
-alone—feeling somewhat like a coster going to the Derby; the minute
-white pony hurries one along at extraordinary speed and stops for
-nothing but the Majorcan word of command—Poke-a-parg!
-
-The port of Sollér, about half an hour distant, is a little land-locked
-harbour with a fishing village of narrow streets and picturesque houses.
-Majorca’s northern coast is in general so precipitous and inhospitable
-that the safe anchorage offered by the Sollér harbour was a great
-attraction to the corsairs of the Middle Ages, and many and terrible
-were the struggles that took place in the sixteenth century between them
-and the inhabitants of Sollér; on one of these occasions they sacked and
-then burnt to the ground the great Oratory of Santa Catalina, which
-stands on a headland at the mouth of the harbour. After this a castle
-was built, whose guns commanded the entrance to the port; but of this
-nothing remains except part of a tower, now incorporated in a modern
-dwelling-house.
-
-There are many expeditions to be made on foot and on muleback into the
-mountains that surround Sollér; stalwarts can make the ascent of the
-snow-crowned _Puig Mayor_—Majorca’s highest peak, five thousand feet
-above sea-level—or visit the _Gorch Blau_, a ten hours’ expedition, with
-several miles of rock steps to come down on the way back, but both of
-these require strength and endurance. Then there is the _Barránco_, a
-ravine, clean cut as with a knife, upon the summit of a grey mountain
-ridge from whence a splendid view is obtained; and there is the _Torrent
-de Pareys_ on the north coast, to be reached by boat on a calm day in
-about two hours.
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-Of the shorter excursions one well worth making is to the hill village
-of Fornalutx; the road runs up the valley of the Torriente, a bubbling
-hill stream with banks of blue and white periwinkle and a masonry bed
-overhung with thousands of orange and lemon trees, beneath which lie
-oranges in golden mounds, like cider apples in a Somerset orchard. In
-spite of the scale disease, which in latter years has wrought havoc in
-many groves—blackening the fruit and destroying the foliage—the oranges
-of Sollér are still famous, and fetch market prices ranging from a penny
-to fivepence a dozen, according to quality, while a dozen of the best
-lemons are here sold for twopence.
-
-The streets of Fornalutx are principally flights of broad cobbled steps,
-and many of the houses are extremely ancient and fascinating, with
-quaint wooden balustrades, carved window frames, and old stone archways.
-One of those we visited had an oil mill on the premises, and we were
-shown the stone bins into which the panniers of olives are first
-emptied, and the great trough in which they are subsequently crushed
-with a millstone turned by a mule; the olive pulp is then placed in
-flat, circular baskets, and when these are piled up in layers to a
-considerable height, boiling water is poured over them and they are
-crushed flat by an immense baulk of timber that descends upon them from
-above. The exuding liquid flows into a tank below, where by the happy
-provision of Nature the oil is able to be drawn off by a surface pipe
-while the water is carried away by one at the bottom. The olive harvest
-takes place in October and November; the oil is much used in Majorcan
-cookery—though not to any unpleasant extent—and children are often seen
-eating slices of bread spread with oil in place of the jam or dripping
-with which it would be flavoured in our own country.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Our stay at Sollér was cut short by the unkindness of the weather. For
-two days the rain held off, grudgingly; but on the third we awoke to
-find the whole valley enveloped in a dense Scotch mist; our host looked
-up at the blurred outlines of the mountains, and he looked at the gusts
-of cloud that were blowing through the _barranco_, and he shook his
-head; he was honest, and he confessed that the prospect was not hopeful.
-A rain wind sobbed round the house as we sat over the wood fire that
-evening, and from an adjoining room came the singularly monotonous
-chant—high, nasal, and quavering—with which a Majorcan servant girl can
-accompany her sweeping for hours at a time. The effect was indescribably
-triste, and our thoughts turned to the flesh pots of Palma.
-
-The following morning showed no improvement, so our host’s victoria was
-requisitioned and we set out on our return to the Grand Hotel. For an
-hour and a half our two sturdy horses toiled up out of the valley, the
-winding zigzags of the road affording us now and again a backward glance
-at the little white town lying in the lap of the hills, framed by
-converging mountain slopes. On reaching the top of the pass we met a
-fresher air, and we rattled merrily down the beautifully graded road
-towards the plain, drawing up presently at the wayside villa of Alfádia.
-
-Alfádia is an ancient caravanserai that still bears traces of its
-Moorish origin; passing under the high entrance gateway, which has a
-Moorish ceiling of carved and painted wood, one enters a vast courtyard,
-surrounded by stables and containing a fountain and a pepper-tree of
-immense size and age. When first we entered the great quadrangle it was
-absolutely deserted, but no sooner did our camera mount its tripod than
-with the mysterious suddenness of Roderick Dhu’s men figures emerged
-from all sides, anxious to be included in the picture.
-
-Hardly had we regained our carriage when the rain that had long been
-threatening began to come down—first gently, then harder, and finally
-with a terrific clap of thunder we were overtaken by a kind of
-cloudburst. Whipping up the horses our driver made a dash for a wayside
-inn on the Palma road, and driving in under the deep verandah-like porch
-running along the whole front of the building we drew up and were
-gradually joined by other refugees till every inch of standing room was
-taken up. Cheek by jowl with us were white-tilted orange carts from
-Sollér, a countryman and his cow, a post cart, sundry mules, and a
-number of pedestrians who arrived half drowned beneath their umbrellas;
-and in this most welcome shelter we all remained imprisoned while for
-the next half hour it rained as I have never seen it rain before.
-Cascades fell from the edge of the verandah roof, the road became a
-river, and from the olive grounds gory floods were descending and were
-struggling and leaping through the culverts like the legions of red rats
-charmed out of Hamelin by the pied piper.
-
-It is with diffidence that I venture to observe that a _very unusual_
-amount of rain fell around Palma this spring—for there is a growing
-feeling of incredulity on the subject of unusual seasons. I have heard
-of a man who had lived for thirty years in Algiers, and who asserted
-that in that time he had experienced thirty unusual seasons. Few winter
-resorts perhaps could equal this record, but I fancy that in most places
-abnormal seasons of one kind or another are sufficiently common for the
-really normal one—when it does make its appearance—to be almost, if not
-quite, as unusual as the rest.
-
- * * * * *
-
-On April 16th we took the train for Alcúdia and set out on our fourth
-and final tour in Majorca. When I say that we took the train for Alcúdia
-I mean that we went as far in that direction as the train would carry
-us, for with a strange perversity the railway line, instead of running
-right across the island from Palma to Alcúdia and so connecting the
-latter and its Minorcan service of boats with the rest of the world,
-stops short some ten miles from the coast, perhaps with a view to
-annoying possible invaders.
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-Two hours after leaving Palma we descended at the terminus of La Puébla,
-where we and five other persons scrambled with difficulty into an
-immensely high two-wheeled carrier’s cart covered with a canvas tilt.
-For an hour and a half the stout horse jogged slowly along a flat road,
-and then we drove under the great fortified gateway of San Sebastian and
-entered Alcúdia, an ancient town of dingy-looking houses, with paved
-alleys so narrow that our horse had to put his head right in at people’s
-front doors in order to turn the sharp street corners.
-
-Alcúdia is still surrounded by strong walls and a moat, fortifications
-dating partly from Roman and partly from Moorish days. During the great
-peasant revolt of the sixteenth century the Aragonese nobles came here
-for refuge; their yoke had been a heavy one, and since the annexation of
-the island by the crown of Aragon discontent and unrest had filled the
-population. Oppressed and heavily taxed, they at last rose in
-insurrection, and forming themselves into armed bands laid siege to
-Alcúdia till the arrival of a Spanish fleet turned the scales against
-them. Their leader, Colom, was beheaded, and his head sent to Palma,
-where for more than two hundred years it hung in an iron cage at the
-_Puerta Margarita_, near to which is a square that still bears his name.
-
-We did not stop in Alcúdia, but passing out of the town by the fine
-Roman gate called the _Puerta del Muelle_ we drove on to the harbour,
-about a mile distant.
-
-The _Fonda de la Marina_ on the seashore is a large and quite civilised
-inn, with whitewashed corridors and rows of numbered deal doors; it is a
-very marine _fonda_ indeed, being situated actually on the water’s edge,
-so that our driver before putting us down takes a short turn in the sea
-to wash his cart wheels. Fishing-smacks lie under our windows, and
-Francisca the general servant—in whose absence everything is at a
-standstill and who is being perpetually screeched for from the front
-door—comes up hurriedly in a small boat from the mole where she has been
-buying fish for our dinner.
-
-Our host informed us that two visitors were already installed in the
-house, but when we inquired their names and nationality he was
-hopelessly vague. To the Majorcan innkeeper foreigners are foreigners,
-and as such will naturally know all other foreigners; and he describes
-bygone guests by their appearance, age, and such traits as he has
-observed in them, confident that they will be at once recognised by the
-person to whom he speaks. To his disappointment, however, we entirely
-failed—in spite of his most graphic description—to identify our fellow
-guests, and it was not till we were sitting at table that evening, over
-our raisins and cabbages, our lobster salad and cutlets, that we saw two
-strangers enter whom we perceived to be English. They told us they had
-been here more than a week, and had thoroughly enjoyed their stay.
-
-Very peaceful is the great bay of Alcúdia, with its sand dunes and pine
-woods, its reedy marshes, and its sickle-curve of dazzling white sand
-encircling the deep blue water. One may wander for miles along the
-lonely shore, watching the ways of the burying-beetles that live in
-large colonies among the bee orchises and cistus bushes above high-water
-mark, or searching for shells and fragments of coral among the seaweed
-rissoles of the _Poseidonia oceanica_ that bestrew the beach in
-countless numbers.
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-There are many excursions in the neighbourhood that good walkers can
-easily accomplish on foot. Between the harbour and the town of Alcúdia
-are the remains of a Roman amphitheatre, supposed to mark the site of
-the old Pollentia—long disappeared; on a rocky slope, converted into a
-wild flower garden by a gorgeous tangle of yellow daisies, convolvulus,
-borage, asphodel and mallow, can be traced partial tiers of seats and
-flights of steps cut in the rock; and in a depression of the ground are
-seen the caves originally destined for wild beasts, but now inhabited by
-nothing more ferocious than a family of black pigs couched upon a bed of
-seaweed.
-
-Here and there among the flowers one stumbles into a grave; there are
-rows upon rows of these Roman graves—narrow, shallow tombs cut in the
-surface of the rock and half filled with earth. Fragments of Roman
-pottery, broken lamps, skulls and bones are constantly picked up, and
-two years ago a grave was found intact by some men who were quarrying
-freestone. Like the rest, it was quite shallow, and in it was found a
-quantity of gold jewellery that had evidently belonged to a Roman lady.
-We were shown the ornaments, which comprised a brooch set with rubies,
-an oval locket—which at one time had apparently contained a portrait—a
-long chain necklace with clasps, set with small pearls and two emeralds;
-two handsome gold and pearl earrings, and a few smaller trinkets. In
-another tomb was found a gold bracelet, and a silver coin said to be of
-the reign of Tiberius. All these are now in the possession of the
-finder.
-
-Close to the Roman cemetery are some other graves, half hidden by rough
-grass. As our guide turned over the earth with his foot he disclosed a
-jawbone furnished with a row of splendid molars; from the style of
-burial and other indications these graves have been decided to be
-Moorish, but as far as we could learn no systematic investigation of the
-ground has yet been attempted.
-
-The following morning we drove to the _Castillo de Moros_, in one of the
-usual tilted carts, drawn by a big mule that for some time showed no
-sign of being able to go at any pace but a walk; our remark, however,
-that a horse would have been swifter, put the driver on his mettle, and,
-declaring that his mule had great velocity, he urged the animal into a
-fast trot which was kept up as long as the condition of the road
-rendered it in any degree possible.
-
-Skirting the town by an arrow track cut in the bedrock, and dating
-probably from Roman times, we struck out across country to the Moorish
-fort that stands on a promontory overlooking the bay of Pollensa. In
-spite of its age the little _Castillo_ is in good preservation; moat and
-bastions are almost intact, and a squat pylon of yellow freestone gives
-entrance to the building and to a broad, flagged terrace on the side
-towards the sea. Goats browse around the ramparts among palmetto and
-lentisk, cactus and asphodel; and framed in the embrasures of the
-masonry is the gorgeous blue of the bay, with the long serrated ranges
-of Cap Formentór visible in the far distance.
-
-Below us, silhouetted against the distant headland of the Cap de Pinár,
-stood one of the _nórias_, or Persian wheels, introduced by the Moors
-and still used in the island for raising water from wells. Bushes of
-pink stock clambered into the ancient stone aqueduct, which led away
-from the nória across the bean fields; some sheep were grazing the stony
-ground, watched by a boy in an enormous straw hat, who stood in the
-shade of a clump of pines. It was a pretty pastoral scene, typical of
-the peaceful tide of life that flows on around the Moors’ old fort.
-
-The southern shore of the Bay of Pollensa is very beautiful, and by an
-amazingly bad road it is possible to drive a considerable way along it,
-to the Cap de Pinar, a wild headland where we spent a delightful hour;
-at our feet—far, far below—lay the waters of the bay, and beyond it the
-trackless sierra of Cap Formentór stretches its arm northwards till it
-ends in a bold cliff that plunges sheer into the sea. Behind us is a
-mountain range, on the slopes of which is visible the pilgrimage church
-of Our Lady of Victory, and looking inland we can see the pale blue
-pyramid of the Puig Mayór.
-
-It was a _fête_ day, and crowds of holiday makers were returning from
-the Cap—whole family parties laden with palmetto roots slung over their
-shoulders; the heart of this dwarf palm is considered a delicacy by the
-Majorcans; the plant is chopped out of the ground with an axe, and the
-lower leaves trimmed off close, leaving only a tuft of young shoots at
-the top, which gives the root an almost precise resemblance to a
-pineapple. But it is a woody form of nourishment, and not a taste to be
-acquired after childhood I should imagine.
-
-On April 18th we left Alcúdia for Pollensa. A gale had arisen in the
-night, and we awoke to find the bay flecked with foam caps and the white
-sand flying like smoke along the shore. The Barcelona boat was many
-hours overdue, and the fishing fleet could not put out to sea, so that
-the men, who had stocked their boats overnight with kegs of water and
-provisions, instead of being off at daybreak as was their wont, were
-reduced to mending their nets and splitting firewood while they waited,
-with all the philosophic patience of their kind, for the wind to abate.
-
-Pollensa is about an hour and a half’s drive from Alcúdia. Surrounded by
-ancient olive groves and rockeries planted with patches of beans and
-wheat, the old town lies secluded among the hills, out of sight and out
-of sound of the sea—only three miles distant. On one side of the town
-rises the green Calvary hill, on the other the bare grey _Puig de
-Pollensa_, crowned by a pilgrimage church and _hospedéria_; this passion
-for building a church on the highest and most inaccessible spot
-attainable is a really curious phenomenon.
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-An atmosphere of old-world tranquillity pervades the place; undisturbed
-by railways, approached by only one good road—that from La Puebla—and
-brought in touch hardly at all with the outside world, Pollensa is the
-most characteristically Majorcan town in the whole island. The older men
-still wear the wide Moorish breeches, the woollen stockings and strong
-leather shoes latched across with a bow, which the younger ones have
-forsaken in favour of the less picturesque modern garb. The generation
-now dying out is the last that will be seen in the dress worn by their
-forefathers for a thousand years past, and I am glad to have visited the
-island before the costume has become a mere tradition.
-
-Castillian is little spoken in Pollensa, and our stay at the inn of
-Antonio de Sollér was complicated by the fact that our good host and his
-daughter knew rather less Spanish than we did ourselves. The old woman
-who swept the floors was, I think, a little touched in the head, and she
-annoyed us considerably for some time by pausing in front of us with
-uplifted broom—as we sat in our rocking chairs, peacefully reading—and
-haranguing us in Majorcan, of which she knew we did not understand a
-word.
-
-“_Les silents ont toujours tort_”—and at last we turned the tables on
-her by suddenly bursting forth in emphatic English, which had the effect
-of silencing her completely, and she departed, muttering darkly, no
-doubt more convinced than ever that we were mad.
-
-We found our inn to be comfortable, and, in spite of being in the middle
-of the town, exceedingly quiet. The Majorcan cookery is always good, and
-though liable to become monotonous, a certain variety of diet is
-obtained by moving from place to place. Chicken stewed with rice, or a
-ragout, supplemented by fish and an omelette, form the staple dishes of
-Majorcan _fondas_; and each inn has its own idea of what a sweet course
-should be, to which it rigorously adheres; at Felanitx we got into a
-stratum of enormous jam puffs—larger than I could have conceived
-possible; at Arta it was figs, stuffed with aniseed; at Alcúdia, slabs
-of quince jelly; at Pollensa heavy pastry starfish, which made their
-appearance twice a day with unfailing regularity.
-
-For breakfast coffee can always be obtained—although it must be
-remembered that coffee does not necessarily imply milk, unless specially
-ordered; and with the coffee it is the custom to eat an _ensaimáda_—a
-kind of sweet sugar-besprinkled bun. Except at Palma and Sollér, butter
-is not to be had; we usually supplied its place with jam we carried with
-us, but at Pollensa we found ourselves reduced to our last pot, and that
-pot we decided to save up as emergency rations, for rumour had it that
-at Lluch, whither we were bound, we might be glad of anything at all.
-
-The morning after our arrival at Pollensa we drove out to the _Cala de
-San Vicente_, a bay on the north coast of the island; after driving over
-a bad road for some miles we left the _galaréta_ and walked down to the
-sea by a charming path leading through pine woods and a wild rock-garden
-of pink and white cistus and yellow broom, where for the first time we
-heard the nightingale. Near the shore are large freestone quarries—
-smooth-walled pits of cream-coloured stone—where men are employed in
-detaching great blocks with wedges, and shaping them with saw and axe;
-so plentiful is the freestone in many parts of the island that not only
-the houses, but the field-walls and even the pigstyes are built of it.
-It is extremely soft and easy to work when first quarried, and has the
-invaluable property of hardening more and more as time goes on, when
-exposed to the air. This causes many of the ancient buildings—such as
-the Lonja and others—to look quite disappointingly modern, owing to the
-smooth, unweathered surface of the walls and the sharp lines of all
-angles.
-
-Exceedingly picturesque is the little blue bay of St. Vincent, with its
-enclosing cliff walls and jagged peaks; on a small headland stands a
-ruined _ataláya_ of curious construction, the tower being rounded on the
-land side, but forming an acute angle towards the sea.
-
-Amongst the prickly pear and boulders of this headland we noticed a
-large, almost circular, block of stone that attracted our attention from
-its bearing traces of a rude square cut in its upper surface. We asked
-the daughter of our _fondista_, who was with us, whether there was any
-legend attaching to the ancient stone, but she was interested not at all
-in pre-historic man:
-
-“That _mésa_,” she explained—_mésa_ means table, and is the term applied
-to all the megalithic altars in the Balearics—“that _mésa_ is there for
-visitors to have their luncheon upon.”
-
-This lack of observation and of intelligent interest in their
-surroundings we found not uncommon among the people, who have an almost
-Oriental incuriosity with regard to things that do not practically
-concern them. Many a time did we draw the attention of a native to some
-conspicuous plant growing in profusion around his home, and ask him what
-kind of flower it bore when in bloom; whereupon he would reply without
-hesitation that that particular plant never flowered at all, and
-consider himself well out of the matter.
-
-I remember being told by a traveller in Spain that once when in the very
-centre of the liquorice industry he inquired of his landlord what part
-of the plant was used, to which he replied that it was the root:
-
-“And what kind of plant is it that supplies these roots?”
-
-“Oh, there is no plant at all—nothing to be seen above ground.”
-
-Pursuing his inquiries further, he found a man who admitted that there
-was certainly a plant, but he maintained that it never flowered. This
-was in the neighbourhood of acres of the plant, then in full flower!
-
-In the afternoon our host drove us to Aubercuix in a tilted cart, with
-an old flea-bitten Rosinante in the shafts. Passing the quaint _Fuente
-de Gallo_—an urn-shaped stone fountain presided over by a spruce cock,
-where all day long the women fill their water jars—we had not proceeded
-more than half a mile on our way when the back bench of our conveyance,
-on which we both were sitting, broke down with a loud crack, and in the
-confusion our best umbrella fell out in front and got badly kicked by
-the horse. Our host was aghast; he jumped down and repaired the damage
-as quickly as possible—propped up the seat with some chunks of firewood
-that happened to be in the cart—disengaged the umbrella from the horse’s
-hind leg—and tried to assure us that all was well. But it was far from
-well. Our appearance had for some time past not been our strong point;
-repeated wettings and dryings had not improved our hats; our clothes
-were almost worn out—and now the best umbrella was just as baggy and
-bent and stained as the other, and, moreover, would only open in a lop-
-sided way.
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-We were not a little annoyed at this mishap, but our annoyance was soon
-quenched in amusement, so curiously unconventional was our host’s style
-of driving; hollerin’ and bellerin’ like Prince Giglio of immortal fame,
-as though driving half a dozen plough teams at once, our good host urged
-the old horse to speed with a running accompaniment of vituperation and
-ceaseless objurgations, ranging from threats to cajolements, thence to
-sarcasm, and occasionally rising to heights of scathing laughter, which
-startled the old horse more than anything else. It must not be imagined,
-however, that our progress was rapid; the noise served to clear the road
-for half a mile ahead of us, it is true, but the old horse had to be
-allowed to walk down every descent, while on the flat he was not
-expected to exceed a gentle trot; he understood his master perfectly,
-and feared him not at all. Never did we see an animal ill-treated in
-Majorca.
-
-The road to Aubercuix takes one down to the port of Pollensa, and thence
-round the bay as far as the little lighthouse on the opposite point;
-beyond this one can only penetrate into the _Cap de Formentór_ by a bad
-mule track, or by taking a sailing boat and landing in some little cove
-along the coast.
-
-Wonderful was the view, glorified by the golden evening light, that we
-obtained as we wound along the water’s edge and followed the gravelled
-causeway leading to the _Fáro_; across the bay shone the white town of
-Alcúdia, seemingly built on the seashore, though in reality far inland;
-looking back towards Pollensa the scene was of marvellous beauty—in the
-foreground the curve of the shore, broken by black clumps of rushes, a
-few stunted trees, and an upturned boat lying on the sand; beyond, some
-fishermen’s huts, with here and there a dark pine-tree, sharp-cut
-against the dim distance of the sierra. Rank behind rank, their planes
-parted by the evening mist, veiled in shimmering tints of pink and
-violet, dove colour and indigo, and melting away into the sunset sky
-itself, stretched the mountain chains behind Pollensa. Their peaks were
-tinged with flame, and the rays of the setting sun descended like fire-
-escapes of golden web into the azure mist that filled the valleys.
-
-For a few minutes the unearthly light lingered, and then the sun sank
-out of sight; a chill sea-breeze sprang up as we set our faces homeward,
-and the stars were shining serenely before we regained our _fonda_.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The following morning we rode to the _Castillo del Rey_, the route
-taking us, soon after starting, over the fine old Roman bridge at the
-entrance of the town. For an hour and a half we pursued a good mule-
-track up the gorge of the Ternallas, a mountain stream dashing down
-through woods of ilex and pine, with bare grey peaks towering overhead;
-leaving the forest we came out into a grassy and boulder-strewn trough
-among the hills, and presently arrived at the foot of the crag on which
-the castle stands. So inaccessible does the rock look, crowned by the
-skeleton ribs of the old banqueting hall—yellow rock and yellow masonry
-welded in one—that at first sight one wonders how the ascent is to be
-even attempted. Up a steep hillside, covered with rocks, loose stones,
-and prickly shrubs, we scrambled and toiled on foot for nearly half an
-hour; more and more desperate grew the path as we advanced, larger and
-larger the rocks to be surmounted; but at last, with a final effort, we
-scaled a boulder over six feet in height and were hauled up by our
-muleteers into the arched doorway of the old fortress.
-
-The origin of the castle is lost in the mists of antiquity; it is
-supposed to have existed in the time of the Romans, and under the Moors
-it formed an important stronghold to which they retreated after
-evacuating Palma. Later on the flag of Jaime III. still waved over the
-_Castillo del Rey_ after the whole of the rest of the island had gone
-over to Pedro of Aragon, but in the year 1343 the loyal garrison was
-forced to surrender after a siege of more than two months.
-
-Not much of the fortress survives at the present time; three pointed
-freestone arches belonging to the central hall form the most conspicuous
-feature of the ruins. Beyond this there is little except some
-subterranean chambers, and a few fragments of rock-like wall and pointed
-battlement, still untouched by time, that survive amidst a chaos of
-masonry. From the northern edge of the cliff—an appalling precipice
-descending sheer to the sea—a magnificent view over the coast and the
-surrounding mountains is to be had on a clear day, but on the occasion
-of our own visit ominous stormclouds were closing in around us, and the
-horizon was a blank pall of rain.
-
-Hardly had we sat down to luncheon when heavy drops began to fall;
-seizing our cutlets and oranges we fled to the rock tunnel leading from
-the entrance to the interior of the castle, and in that narrow and
-draughty passage continued our interrupted meal; but to our dismay
-rivulets soon began to invade our retreat, the heavens poured down water
-through a machicolation overhead, and before long we were sitting, like
-the Blessed Catalina, on stones in the middle of a river bed, while a
-growing torrent flowed beneath our feet. Our men wrapped their blankets
-around them and squatted patiently in the doorway. Presently footsteps
-were heard, and a wet stranger scrambled breathlessly in at the tunnel’s
-mouth, accompanied by a guide in wide indigo breeches soaked to the
-consistency of jelly bags, while rivulets ran from the brim of his felt
-hat.
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-Still it poured—steadily—without intermission; the landscape below us
-was blotted out by a veil of driving rain; banks of cloud were sweeping
-in from the sea and settling in woolly folds upon the hills, which
-appeared and disappeared as one storm after another broke over them and
-passed on. For two hours we waited, and then there came a lull; sallying
-out in desperation we slid and scrambled down the slippery rocks and
-soaking vegetation of the steep hillside, and rejoining our equally wet
-mules set out for home. The red path was now a quagmire under foot, and
-the little watercourses were leaping and chasing down the hills to join
-the river; but the rain held off and we got back in safety, being met at
-the inn door by a chorus of inquiries as to how we had fared, laments
-over our wetting, and an optimistic assurance that on the morrow the
-weather would be very _bonito_ indeed.
-
-But when morning dawned it was far from being _bonito_—it could hardly
-look worse. Nevertheless we determined on making the march to Lluch—a
-ride of about four hours across the mountains. The charge for a mule
-with its attendant muleteer is six pesetas for this journey if they
-return the same day; but if, as in our case, they are retained at Lluch
-for further expeditions, an additional five pesetas is asked for the
-return trip to Pollensa. One of our mules was a very smart-looking
-beast, ridden with the iron noseband which in Majorca usually takes the
-place of a bit, and carrying the English side-saddle we had brought with
-us, covered with a sheepskin to lessen the slipperiness so fatiguing to
-the rider when going up or down a steep mountain path for hours at a
-time. The other one was a sturdy pack animal, bridled in inferior manner
-with a hemp halter and furnished with pack saddle and panniers.
-
-These pack saddles are extremely comfortable to ride on if they are well
-balanced; one sits as on a broad, soft platform between the panniers,
-dangling a foot on either side of the mule’s neck, the idea being that
-if the beast falls you will alight on your feet and get clear of him
-whichever way he rolls. As a matter of fact you find it impossible to
-move at all, partly owing to the adhesive nature of the sheepskin on
-which you are seated, and partly to a heterogeneous mass of luggage—
-rugs, valises, and fodder bags—piled high on either hand, while
-umbrellas and tripod-legs close your last avenue of escape.
-
-The mounting of a laden pack-saddle is a problem in itself, and to the
-last I could discover no system upon which the feat is accomplished; a
-wild, spasmodic leap, taken from some wall near the animal, usually—but
-not always—lands one in the saddle, and once in position a fatalistic
-calm is the best attitude with which to confront the perils of the
-ensuing ride. The most well-meaning of mules has habits which do not
-conduce to the happiness of his rider upon a mountain track; he will
-pause on a hogsback ridge of slippery cobbles in the middle of a swift
-stream, to gaze entranced, with pricked ears, at the distant landscape;
-with an absolutely expressionless countenance he carries one under a low
-bough—or anchors himself in front by fixing his teeth firmly in a tough
-shrub as he strides by, and then falls over himself as his stern
-overtakes him. In short he awakens in his rider a lively sympathy with
-Dr. Johnson, who was carried as uncontrollably on a horse as in a
-balloon.
-
-The paths were in an unusually bad state that day owing to the recent
-heavy rain; great parts of the track were under water; every torrent was
-swelled to twice its normal size, and miniature Lauterbrunnen falls were
-leaping down the faces of the cliffs. We forded several streams,
-slithered down causeways of loose sliding blocks, and scrambled up
-slippery rock steps where it was all the mules could do to keep their
-feet and avoid falling backwards.
-
-For the first hour we rode in drenching rain through dark ilex woods and
-fine mountain scenery; but as we got higher the weather improved—the sun
-came out, the birds began to sing, the scent of wet cistus bushes filled
-the air, and emerging on to a grassy plateau we presently came in sight
-of the monastery of Lluch, lying in a level valley high up among the
-hills—a great pile of yellow buildings backed by grey rocks and ilex-
-trees.
-
-Crossing the wide green, with its long range of stabling, its poplar-
-trees and fountain, we dismount—wet and tired—under the entrance
-archway, and pass into a large quadrangle formed by the college, the
-_hospedéria_, the priests’ house, and the oratory, an ornate chapel hung
-with embroidered banners presented to Our Lady of Lluch.
-
-The history of this oratory goes back to a date shortly after the
-conquest in the thirteenth century, when a herd-boy named Lluch—or
-Lucas—while driving his flock home one night, noticed a strange light
-upon the mountain side; on relating this to a priest, the latter went to
-examine the spot whence the light proceeded, and there discovered a
-stone statue of the Blessed Virgin and Child, which was installed
-forthwith in a little chapel built for the purpose; and this Virgin of
-Lluch—the _Máre de Deu_ as she is called—became in course of time the
-patroness of the Majorcans, and a great power in the land. Bequests of
-money and land were made to her, and in the fifteenth century the
-Oratory was founded, together with a college for the instruction of
-twelve poor children. The original college now forms the _hospedéria_
-for visitors, having been superseded by a newer building where to this
-day twelve boys receive education and instruction in church singing from
-the four priests who inhabit the _rectoria_.
-
-The wants of visitors are attended to by six lay brothers, and at times
-the resources of the establishment are strained to their utmost. We were
-told that at Easter no fewer than six hundred people had made the
-pilgrimage hither, coming from all parts of the island and staying two
-or even three nights; those for whom there was no room in the
-_hospedéria_ were bedded in the corridors and stables, while the rest
-slept in their carts and carriages outside.
-
-Until recently all comers had to bring their own food, but some few
-years ago a kind of restaurant—independent of the monastery—was
-established, where visitors can get simple meals at a very moderate
-charge. The wife of the _fondista_ cooks well, and though neither meat,
-milk, nor butter are to be had, the staple provisions of sausage,
-sardines, cheese, bread, coffee, and condensed milk—with the addition of
-a fowl or an omelette—constitute a diet with which any traveller may be
-content. After supper one crosses the great quadrangle to the
-_hospedéria_, which contains some fifty beds, placed two, three, and
-even four in a room.
-
-In answer to the bell at the iron grille a lay brother made his
-appearance and took us upstairs and down a long, spacious, echoing
-corridor to one of the whitewashed cells, where he presented us with a
-key and a pair of damp sheets and left us to our own devices. The room
-was sparsely furnished, and contained two beds, with a pile of
-mattresses and blankets, a small table, a chair, a diminutive tripod
-supporting a basin, an equally diminutive towel, and an earthenware jar
-with some water.
-
-For the moment it did not strike us that we were expected to make our
-own beds, and after waiting some time we sent an urgent message to our
-friar by a young man we met on the stairs and who seemed faintly amused
-at the errand. No one came, however—and neither on that nor on any
-subsequent occasion did Brother Bartholomew condescend to attend to us
-in any way whatever, or even supply us with more water, so that on the
-second morning we were reduced to a kind of _nettoyage à sec_. The only
-thing he did for us was to come and rattle our door loudly at five
-o’clock in the morning to make us get up—and failing in his attempt, to
-go away, having either by accident or with malice aforethought turned
-the key in the door and locked us in.
-
-It was not till breakfast time that we discovered our plight, and we
-should have been constrained ignominiously to call for help from the
-window had we not succeeded in picking the lock with a buttonhook and so
-regained our freedom.
-
-At nine o’clock we set out on our mules for the _Gorch Blau_, a two
-hours’ ride from the monastery. It is hopeless to ascertain beforehand
-from one’s muleteers the nature of the road that lies before one, for
-they admit no difference between one mountain path and another, and
-assure one invariably that the road will be good the whole way; nor are
-they in any way abashed when presently you come to a slippery rock
-staircase, so impossible that they advise you—in your own interest—to
-dismount and proceed on foot. The ride to the Gorge includes, as far as
-I can remember, only one really _mauvais quart d’heure_—but the rain had
-converted the paths into sloughs, and our poor men soon had their shoes
-soaked through and through, in spite of making _détours_ wherever
-possible to avoid the floods through which our mules splashed
-recklessly.
-
-But if all this water increased the difficulties of the march it also
-added immensely to the beauty of the landscape. As we wound along the
-heights we could hear the _Torrent de Pareys_ in its deep cañon bed,
-thundering down in flood to the sea, and we found the _Gorch Blau_
-filled with a rushing whirl of foaming emerald-green water instead of
-containing—as it often does—a supply so scanty as hardly to deserve the
-name of torrent at all.
-
-Towering fern-clad cliffs close in upon a ravine a few yards only in
-width, through which the water dashes at racing speed with a noise that
-prevents one from hearing oneself speak. An ancient pack-bridge spans
-the stream, and a path cut in the side of the water-worn cliff leads
-through the gorge into a broad open valley—a valley of desolation,
-ringed round with walls of bare grey rock, and strewn with innumerable
-stones, amongst which sheep and goats pick up a scanty living. For
-another hour we followed the course of the stream, now flowing
-tranquilly over a pebbly bed, and then reached a spot known as the _Pla
-de Cuba_—a higher valley among the hills, through which runs the path to
-Sollér, five hours distant. Here we made a two hours’ halt, and while
-the mules ate carob beans and cropped the coarse _carritx_ grass
-covering the hillside, we explored the rocky slopes in search of the
-pink orchises and white cyclamen that grow here in profusion.
-
-These high regions have a far larger annual rainfall than the rest of
-the island, and the comparative dampness of the atmosphere is seen in
-the mossy trunks and fern-clad limbs of the ilex woods, as also in the
-unusual girth of the trees—one grand old ilex, said to be the largest
-tree in Majorca, having a diameter of fully eight feet.
-
-Clouds gather every evening upon the mountain tops around Lluch, and the
-plateau itself, sixteen hundred feet above sea-level, is often shrouded
-in fog for days together. In bad weather a stay at the monastery is by
-no means enjoyable, and when we woke on the second morning and found the
-rain falling fast, we were not sorry to think that the _galaréta_ we had
-ordered from Inca to fetch us would arrive in an hour or so. Our shoes
-and skirts had never dried thoroughly since the soaking they got on our
-ride from Pollensa, and the unwarmed rooms felt miserably chilly.
-
-Going across to the restaurant, where we breakfasted at an icy marble-
-topped table, we found four young Frenchmen, who had arrived overnight,
-stamping their feet on the cold stone floor and bitterly bewailing their
-fate; they had come with the sole object of seeing the Gorch Blau—and
-now, not only was the expedition out of the question, but they were
-imprisoned in this dismal place—for _voila!_ by this frightful weather
-it was impossible even to depart. What to do! _Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!_
-
-We could offer little comfort beyond suggesting that some misguided
-visitor might turn up during the morning, in whose conveyance they could
-make their escape—a contingency which both they and we felt to be very
-unlikely ... but even as we spoke, we saw to our surprise _two_ empty
-carriages cross the green and draw up before the monastery.
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- “_The_ Pla de Cuba _is a high valley through which runs
- the mule path to Soller, five hours distant_.”
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- “_Now and again we got a peep of the plain and its white
- town far below_....”
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-Two blacks may not make a white—but two mistakes may result in a
-remarkably good arrangement. Owing to a misunderstanding with our late
-host of Pollensa—who, it must be remembered, spoke nothing but Majorcan—
-a _galaréta_ had been sent up from La Puebla for us, besides the one
-which we ourselves had ordered from Inca. Behold, then, a solution of
-the difficulty! We stowed ourselves into one carriage—our four enchanted
-fellow-visitors into the other—and away we bowled towards Inca, a two
-hours’ drive on a splendid road engineered in giddy spirals down the
-mountain side, with ever and again a peep of the plain and its white
-town far below us, seen through a break in the hills.
-
-As we get down into the zone of olives again, a warmer air meets us—the
-rain has been left behind, and we are once more in sunshine; passing the
-picturesque village of Selva, with its church perched on the very top of
-a hill, we soon find ourselves at Inca—a large and prosperous-looking
-town of fine stone houses and shops.
-
-Here we took the train for Palma, and packed ourselves and our valises
-into a little first-class compartment which we shared with an
-aristocratic-looking old gentleman travelling with a large wicker
-basket, apparently containing the week’s wash, and with a lady in a
-graceful black mantilla, who had a market basket, and a big bundle done
-up in a check tablecloth. She was evidently leaving home for a few days,
-and many and anxious were the parting messages given to the two honest
-servant-girls who stood at the carriage window and with a hearty embrace
-bade their mistress goodbye before the train started.
-
-The terms upon which master and servant meet in Majorca—and I fancy all
-over Spain—are very much freer than with us.
-
- * * * * *
-
-Palma at the end of April is a very different town from the Palma of a
-few weeks ago; the trees along the Borne are greening fast, and the
-country is a mass of leafage. The swifts have arrived, and are wheeling
-and screaming over the town in thousands; the masses of dwarf blue iris
-by the seashore are over, but the waist-high corn is spangled with
-poppies and corn daisies, gladioli, and a handsome crimson and yellow
-scrophularia. The roads are deep in dust—the river dry as a bone. Our
-rooms maintain a steady temperature of 66° Fahrenheit, and the heat in
-the middle of the day is already sufficient to make us appreciate the
-draughtiness of the cool, narrow streets of the town.
-
-Palm Sunday is celebrated by a palm service in the cathedral, and by a
-palm fair—the _Fiesta de Rámos_. At the palm service the bishop, mitred
-and coped, and accompanied by priests, choristers, mace-bearers, and all
-the dignitaries of the cathedral, processes around the outside of the
-building—and all carry consecrated palm branches in their hands. These
-palms are afterwards distributed amongst the townspeople, who fasten
-them to their house-fronts and balconies as a protection against
-lightning.
-
-The _Fiesta de Rámos_ takes place in the Rambla, where for three days
-the wide gravelled walk is occupied by a double row of wooden booths,
-between which a seething throng of townspeople streams up and down;
-there are toys and sweets and fruit stalls—dolls and dolls’ furniture,
-and charming baskets of all sizes, down to the familiar covered market
-basket made in smallest miniature by the neatest of fingers; there are
-merry-go-rounds and a Japanese giant, drums, trumpets, and squeaking
-whistles, and for three days there is a pandemonium of noisy instruments
-which to the children is the seventh heaven of delight.
-
-In the spring, too, the annual swearing-in of the new recruits takes
-place, and is a picturesque sight; all the troops in the town—cavalry,
-infantry, and artillery—are assembled on the great Plaza Santa Catalina
-outside the walls, where is erected a large red and yellow marquee
-surmounted by a royal crown and flanked by cannon, stacked rifles, and
-warlike trophies of swords and bayonets. Inside the tent is an altar
-with lighted candles, and when all the high civil and military officials
-of the town have arrived, mass is celebrated—the elevation of the Host
-being marked by three shrill bugle calls, at which the whole body of
-troops and spectators fall on one knee and uncover—the cavalry lowering
-their swords.
-
-After this, a priest walks round the lines, and halting opposite each
-regiment reads a short address, at the close of which a simultaneous
-assent bursts forth from the ranks of the new conscripts. When all have
-been sworn in, the recruits—who on this occasion numbered three or four
-hundred—defile in front of the colours, kissing the flag and uncovering
-as they go by.
-
-And with this the ceremony is over for the year.
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- PART III
-
- IVIZA
-
-
-The small steamer that plies three times a week—weather permitting—
-between Palma and the island of Iviza does so wholly in vain as far as
-foreign visitors are concerned. I think if the whole annals of the Grand
-Hotel were searched they would hardly produce a single record of a
-stranger having gone to Iviza, or, if he did, of having ever come back
-to tell the tale.
-
-It was obvious that the only way of finding out anything about the
-island and its inhabitants was to go there ourselves, and, prompted by
-curiosity, we one fine day boarded the noonday boat and set forth on our
-voyage of exploration, our only life-line a letter of introduction to
-one Sebastian Roig, keeper of the _Fonda de la Marina_ at Iviza—a letter
-full of greeting and amiability, with a civil postscript to the effect
-that our blood would be required at his hands if evil befell us during
-our stay in the island.
-
-Away we went. Once outside the bay the little _Isleño_ rolled horribly,
-and we ourselves remained prostrate below, till at eight o’clock in the
-evening we felt the boat come to a standstill and heard the anchor being
-let down; whereupon we arose and came on deck, thinking that the worst
-was over and that we could now step on shore.
-
-Bitterly were we disappointed!
-
-Neither quay nor shore was in sight, for owing to the rough sea we had
-not been able to enter the harbour at all, but were tossing up and down
-half a mile from the pier. It was pitch dark and raining hard. Some
-fishermen in glistening oilskins were unloading tunny from a bobbing,
-lateen-sailed felucca alongside, and we could hear the thuds of the
-stiff, heavy fish being thrown on board. The dim light of a lantern fell
-upon a party of broad-hatted peasants collected on the wet deck, who one
-by one were vanishing over the ship’s side and dropping into a
-cockleshell of a boat that pranced about below. Presently it was full,
-and backing away from the steamer it disappeared, with a steady splash
-of oars, into the darkness.
-
-Such, then, was to be our landing at Iviza! For three-quarters of an
-hour we waited, looking out at the slashing rain and feeling so
-unutterably miserable that, had it been possible—even at this eleventh
-hour—to turn back to Palma, we should assuredly have turned. But it was
-not possible, as the _Isleño_ was bound for Valencia, and when the boat
-came back for the third time to fetch us and one native gentleman—the
-only passengers left on board—there was nothing for it but to grope our
-way to the wet, slippery ladder and from thence to drop either into the
-tossing boat, or, as seemed far more probable, into the sea.
-
-And now, in this blackest moment of our whole journey, appeared a _deus
-ex machina_ in the shape of the aforementioned señor; prompted by the
-kindness of his heart, and perhaps not unmoved by the sight of two very
-forlorn strangers, he took us in charge and reassured us; there would be
-no danger at all, he said, if we would cling firmly to the chain at the
-foot of the steps and wait for the boatmen to catch us; he would tell
-them to be careful, and as for our valises, a boy would come up and
-fetch them when we were safely in the boat. He helped us down the
-swaying ladder, and unseen arms clutched us and dropped us on to a seat,
-where we sat down in two large puddles. Our unknown friend jumped in
-after us, and the silent oarsmen pulled away from the black hull looming
-overhead, and rowed us across the inky, swirling water to the quay,
-where a row of twinkling lights along the harbour’s edge heralded the
-town.
-
-Landing at a flight of steps, we paid the boatmen their fee of two and a
-half pesetas, and then splashed away in mud and darkness to the inn,
-where our new acquaintance left us after promising to look us up on the
-morrow. Dinner was going on in the big _comedór_ on the ground floor—the
-company consisting of a number of Ivizan residents and some officers in
-uniform, with all of whom we exchanged salutations as we took our seats
-at the long _table d’hôte_. Never was food more welcome than that set
-before us. Half an hour later—wet and tired, but no longer hungry—we
-went upstairs, and were shown into a large red-tiled room, arranged in
-the Spanish fashion with two alcoves, shut off by glass doors,
-containing each an excellent bed. Unpacking our valises, we were soon
-fast asleep, fully prepared to take a more cheerful view of things on
-the morrow.
-
-But, alas and alas! when we woke and went to the window the prospect was
-as dispiriting as ever. The _fonda_ stood on the very edge of the water,
-and we looked out upon a landlocked port shrouded in fog. It was still
-raining, and the leaden sky was merged into a leaden sea spattered with
-raindrops. A few seagulls drifted past the window, uttering melancholy
-cries, and the only sign of human life was a solitary old woman who was
-fishing patiently from her front doorstep, seated under a large
-umbrella.
-
-At this juncture a voice at the keyhole announced breakfast, and going
-out on to the landing we found tea and hot buttered toast laid for us on
-a little table. The tea possessed in a high degree the primary essential
-of good drinking-water—absolute tastelessness; but the buttered toast
-was comforting, and as we ate it we discussed the situation seriously.
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- “_Iviza is massed high above the harbour, the lower town
- separated by a sharply-marked line of fortification from the
- upper town—the old Jevitzah of the Moors._”
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- “... _a good view is obtained over the bay to where the pale
- grey silhouette of the distant lighthouse divides sea and sky_.”
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-Here we were in Iviza, with no possibility of getting away for the next
-thirty-six hours, when the _Isleño_ would call on her return from
-Valencia. The weather looked hopeless, but if we were going to allow
-ourselves to be influenced by it we should in all probability end by
-seeing nothing at all, and our eight hours’ crossing would have been in
-vain; our clothes were already so wet that they need not be taken into
-account; and after considering all these points we decided to sally
-forth and look about us.
-
-Hardly had we defied the Fates when they relented. The sky became
-lighter, the clouds began to clear away, and as we left our inn a
-welcome gleam of sunshine broke out, at sight of which all the ships
-lying at anchor in the harbour with one accord spread out their wet
-sails to dry.
-
-At the end of the mole a man was fishing in the shelter of the great
-breakwater some twenty feet in height, and thinking that from the summit
-we might obtain a good view of the town we asked him if there was any
-means of scaling it. Courteously raising his hat, he replied that the
-señoras would find no other _escalera_ than the broken end of the
-breakwater itself—a nearly vertical face of stone blocks, each the size
-of a grand piano—which he immediately proceeded to climb, carrying our
-camera and tripod in one hand. With his help I also reached the top,
-from whence a good general view of the town is obtained, as well as over
-the bay to where the pale-grey silhouette of the distant lighthouse
-divides sea and sky.
-
-Very picturesque is Iviza, massed high above the harbour—the lower town,
-chiefly inhabited by fishing folk, separated by a sharply marked line of
-fortification from the upper town, the old Jevitzah of the Moors.
-Crowning the highest point stands the fortified cathedral, built almost
-immediately after the expulsion of the infidels, and adjoining it is the
-citadel, enclosing within its walls the governor’s residence, and
-barracks for a hundred men.
-
-To the upper town we presently ascended, escorted by our waiter, who had
-been sent by our host—mindful, probably, of the postscript to our letter
-of introduction—to attend us. Inquisitive faces appeared at balconies
-and doorways as we picked our way through the narrow, muddy streets of
-the lower town. Purveyors of drinking water were going from house to
-house with donkey-carts laden with earthenware jars; scores of cats
-feasted on remnants of fish in the gutter, and the melancholy Ivizan
-hound roamed his native alleys like some canine shade in search of the
-happy hunting grounds. Crossing a drawbridge we pass under the fortified
-gateway built in the reign of Philip II.—“Catholic and most invincible
-king of Spain and the East and West Indies”—and ascend by a steep
-cobbled path to the summit of the town. Many of the houses are extremely
-ancient looking, and have carved lintels and mullions, or the arms of
-Aragon cut in stone upon their walls. Passing the prison, where a bored
-official was leaning out of the window and yawning heavily, we entered
-the courtyard of the citadel—after giving up our camera to the sentry on
-guard—and sat down on a low bastion carpeted with sweet alyssum to enjoy
-the panorama around us.
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- “_Purveyors of drinking-water were going from house to
- house with donkey carts laden with jars of porous earthenware_....”
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- “... _Flat-roofed, oriental-looking houses that resemble
- great cubes of chalk—a form of architecture which is a legacy
- from the Moors._”
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-From this height Formentara and all the lesser rocky islets that compose
-the Pityusæ group are clearly discerned out at sea. The general aspect
-of Iviza itself is that of low, wooded hills. Cutting straight across
-the island is the long white road leading to St. Antonio on the western
-coast, twelve miles distant, and some six miles to the south of us
-glisten the great salt works, the famous _salinas_ of Iviza.
-
-To St. Antonio we drove in the afternoon. It was Holy Week, during which
-no carriage is allowed to enter the town, and we had to walk out to the
-end of the street where a little _carréta_ awaited us; it was driven by
-a comic looking countryman, and drawn by a spirited little grey horse, a
-_caballo de carréra_, one of the racing trotters for which the islanders
-have a great partiality. Packed into this small and fragile conveyance,
-the driver and our invaluable waiter in front, ourselves squeezed into
-the little side-seats behind, with every symptom of approaching cramp,
-we announced ourselves ready to start.
-
-Skirting the town we struck inland along a broad and splendid road,
-which for the first few miles is comparatively flat and then rises to a
-kind of table-land in the centre of the island, to fall away again
-towards the further coast. The plain is thick with olive groves, date
-palms, fig and almond orchards. Snow-white houses nestle amongst dark
-clumps of pines—flat-roofed, oriental-looking houses that resemble great
-cubes of chalk, with an arcade of roundheaded arches opening into a
-court on the ground floor, and above this a broad, open gallery where
-the inhabitants can sit during the noonday heat. This windowless form of
-architecture is a legacy of the Moors, and the Ivizan peasants are said
-to have preserved the characteristics of their Moorish predecessors to a
-higher degree than the inhabitants of either of the sister isles have
-done. The town-dweller or fisherman of Iviza—generally of Spanish
-extraction—is said to draw a sharp distinction between himself and the
-peasants of the interior, whom he looks upon as semi-barbarians. Their
-boats are a subject of great merriment to him, and he makes a point of
-laughing heartily if he meets a party of country-folk afloat.
-
-“At sea,” says the fisherman, “I have no fear of the peasants—but
-ashore! they are worse than the Moors!”
-
-With a character for being turbulent, hot-tempered, and ill-educated,
-the Ivizans present a great contrast to the mild Majorcans. Murders are
-not infrequent among them, the almost invariable cause being a quarrel
-over cards or the jealousy of rival suitors.
-
-Poor and proud, the peasants look with scant favour on any member of
-their community who may have grown rich and who sets up to be a person
-of consequence on that account. “Heaven preserve us,” says the Ivizan,
-“from the shoe that has become a boot!” There are no really wealthy
-families in the island, and outside the capital we saw no good houses.
-The ground is far less highly cultivated than the Majorcan plains, and
-Dame Nature asserts herself in a wealth of wild flowers; the fields are
-red with poppies and blue with grape-hyacinths, and on either side of
-the road runs a brilliant border composed of pink tufts of allium
-swaying on slender stalks, pale dandelions, dwarf iris, charlock, red
-dwarf ranunculus, small yellow cistus and a bright blue borage. As the
-road rises we drive through undulating slopes where the juniper and
-various conifers grow. The hillsides are covered with the maritime pine—
-whence the islands derived their old name of Pine islands—and large open
-stretches of uncultivated ground, intersected by rough walls of reddish
-stone, are given up to the great fennel, seen here for the first time,
-heath, asphodel, pink and white cistus, and many other shrubs.
-
-All this is very unlike a Majorcan landscape, but still more striking
-are the parties of country folk that we meet upon the road. It is a
-_fête_ day, and every one is in _grande tenue_; whole families are
-coming to the town or walking back to their villages—bouquets of bright
-colour, purple, blue, yellow, pink, green, and red—quaint figures, such
-as one dimly remembers having met with in bygone days on nursery plates,
-and having accepted as truthful representations of that romantic race—
-the _foreign peasant_. Here they all were as large as life.
-
-The women wear a dark bodice with long sleeves, over which is folded a
-shawl with a border of gay-coloured embroidery worked on black silk. The
-skirt is immensely full, and often accordion-pleated, and it is worn
-over half a dozen petticoats which distend it to the dimensions of a
-crinoline, and make the wearer look high waisted and very stout. It is
-cut short in front, to display six inches of red or pink underskirt
-ornamented with scrolls of black braid, and on top of all comes a very
-short bright-coloured apron, which gives the women a three-decker
-appearance. The hair is worn in a plait down the back and smoothly
-parted on the forehead, the headkerchief being often embroidered with
-gay silk flowers. A heavy gold chain is sometimes worn round the neck,
-and the shoes are of white canvas and resemble Moorish slippers, being
-turned up in a point at the toe.
-
-The men are hardly less picturesque. Their velveteen trousers of
-peacock-blue, brown, or purple are cut tight at the knee and spreading
-at the foot, like those of our costers or sailors. The coat of dark-blue
-cotton is very short and shaped something like a blouse, being gathered
-into pleats at the collar and hanging loose and full all round. They
-wear a white shirt with a vivid pink or blue sash, a broad-brimmed felt
-hat with ribbons hanging down behind, and their costume is completed by
-a fringed shawl in red and green plaid which they hang round their neck.
-
-The little girls are precise replicas of their mothers—long skirt,
-apron, headkerchief and all—so that at a distance it is impossible to
-say whether it is a party of children or of women coming towards one,
-and it was often a surprise to see a small matronly figure skip suddenly
-across a ditch with an agility beyond her apparent years.
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- “_It is a fête-day, and the Ivizan peasants are all_ en grande
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- “_Very Corot-like is the landscape, with Santa Eulália
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-When we reached St. Antonio, a village of clean whitewashed houses, with
-reefs of bedrock cropping up in the streets, we got out our camera, and
-were soon surrounded by a friendly group of peasants fully as much
-interested in our appearance as we were in theirs. Yet in no way did
-their curiosity get the better of their manners. We found them quite
-willing to be photographed if we wished it, but the posing of a group
-was unaccompanied by any of the bashful giggling with which our own
-yokels would meet such a request coming from a foreigner. Earnest and
-dignified, quite devoid of self-consciousness, and not easily moved to
-mirth, the Ivizans struck us as the most perfect-mannered people we had
-yet met.
-
-The mere fact of our being English was a great recommendation in the
-eyes of the natives, for the forthcoming marriage of King Alfonso with
-an English princess was of course the topic of the day, and all classes
-were equally delighted with the match. As compatriots of their future
-Queen we therefore met with an unusually favourable reception, and
-though I am sure none of the peasants had the remotest idea where
-England was situated we found a great bond of union to consist in the
-fact that both we and they lived on an island.
-
-Many were the questions we had to answer—Did one reach England before
-getting to America? Was England far from London?
-
-One man left his plough to come and tell us that he liked the English
-very much, which was a little surprising when one considered that till
-that moment he had probably never set eyes on any one of our
-nationality. We heard subsequently, however, that some years ago an
-Englishman hailing from Birmingham had stayed in the island, and though,
-to our host’s surprise, we could not supply the unknown traveller’s
-name, we were shown an unmistakable proof of his visit in the form of an
-English book—the only existing specimen in Iviza.
-
-We got back to our inn in time for dinner, and found the same company
-again assembled at table. The _Fonda de la Marina_ is the fashionable
-restaurant of the town, and it caters for a considerable _clientèle_
-among the residents in addition to its own guests. The cookery was
-doubtless excellent, but the dishes were so wholly native in character
-that we perhaps failed to appreciate them as fully as did our fellow
-convives. During Holy Week the fare is _maigre_, and our _menu_ that
-night was the following:—
-
-A tureen-full of shellfish, stewed—shells and all—with rice and
-fragments of lobster.
-
-A mess of pottage, very thick, containing white beans and cabbage.
-
-Another mess—chunks of salt cod, with eggs, potatoes and peas.
-
-Whole fishes, boiled, with yellow sauce.
-
-A sweet cake.
-
-Cheese, raisins, and oranges.
-
- * * * * *
-
-The following morning we drove to Santa Eulália. There are only two
-really firstrate roads in Iviza—one to Sant Antonio, the twelve-mile
-drive we had already taken, the other—slightly longer—to San Juan, at
-the northeastern extremity of the island; it was in this direction that
-we set off at eight o’clock.
-
-The view of the town as we skirted the harbour was extremely striking.
-The great sails of the merchantmen lying at anchor in the bay shone
-white against the deep blue sea beyond, and the low sun was catching the
-angles of the fortifications and casting cobalt shadows upon the snowy,
-irregular houses clustering upon the hill crowned by the _campanile_ of
-the cathedral. Market folk were coming into town—countrywomen in broad
-be-ribboned hats of palmito plait, mounted on mules and donkeys with
-laden panniers—a sight never seen in Majorca. Innumerable frogs croaked
-with jangling grotesque jollity from hidden reservoirs in the rich
-_huerta_, or garden, of vines and almonds, beans and wheat, through
-which we were driving. Presently the road rises, and winds through
-pretty wooded slopes and copses of conifers. Here and there are stacked
-great heaps of pine bark, used for tanning the fishing nets. Sheep seek
-invisible sustenance upon stony red ground, and young pigs sport in the
-shade of budding fig-trees, the prevailing principle seeming to be to
-turn beasts out to graze wherever they will do the least harm.
-
-Turning aside from the main road we take a rough track leading down to
-the coast. Very Corot-like is the landscape before us, framed by the
-stems of gnarled olive or dark knotted carob. On a small eminence by the
-seashore stands Santa Eulália—a frankly oriental-looking village of
-blank white walls and blue shadows, ringed round with a fence of prickly
-pear. By a steep zigzag path one climbs to the old fortress-church upon
-the summit, and enters the building through an immense vaulted and
-enclosed crypt-like porch, supported on massive pillars and capable of
-holding a couple of hundred people. In the Middle Ages this church, like
-most of those in the island, formed the stronghold of the villagers
-during the frequent piratical raids, and inside the porch is the well
-from which the besieged drew their water supply.
-
-Stepping through a side door one enters the cemetery—a tiny enclosure
-upon the hillside, with nameless wooden crosses half buried in grass and
-a tangle of yellow daisies. Here the dead lie, under sunshine and sea-
-breezes—and from here the eye ranges far over land and sea, over wooded
-hills, undulating red plains, palm-trees and rocky islets. Commenting
-upon the beauty of the scene to our faithful waiter, he admitted that it
-was indeed a _precious_ one—a complimentary term which he applied
-indiscriminately to views, roads, the weather, or the condition of the
-sea—but far more precious, he hastened to assure us, would be the sight
-of the river which we should presently be vouchsafed.
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- “_The old fortress-church of S. Eulália has a vaulted porch
- capable of holding a couple of hundred people._”
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- “_These Phœnician tombs have a shaft cut in the live rock
- to a depth of some six feet, whence a low sloping gallery leads
- to the subterranean burial chamber._”
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-The river was unfortunately not looking its best, being very nearly dry;
-but we duly inspected its rocky bed, fringed with oleander and dotted
-with water pools, and expressed our admiration of the fine stone bridge
-that spans it. The pride with which the natives regard their _Rio de
-Santa Eulália_ is due to the fact that it is the only river in the
-island.
-
-We went back to Iviza at racing speed, the little horse trotting fifteen
-miles an hour on the flat, and straining every nerve to raise his
-average. We feared that it would over tire him to take us to the Salt
-Works in the afternoon, but his owner laughed at the idea, and assured
-us that the good little beast would be quite ready to start again after
-a two hours’ rest. We were somewhat amused when, at the end of our stay,
-we received the bill for our three long drives—a bill for fifteen
-pesetas, exactly the sum that we should have paid for a half-day’s
-excursion at Palma, where carriage hire is by no means cheap.
-
-“The donkey makes out a different bill from the driver,” says a Minorcan
-proverb, and whether our little horse considered his three silver
-_douros_ an adequate compensation for the work he had done I cannot say—
-but his owner was completely satisfied. The Ivizans are as yet—and long
-may they remain so!—too unsophisticated to charge special prices to a
-foreigner. A striking instance of their natural honesty occurred on the
-night of our arrival. I had given a _peseta_ to the sailor lad who had
-brought down our luggage from the deck of the _Isleño_ and put it into
-the boat, and to my surprise he handed me back the coin at once.
-Thinking that it was either a bad one, or that he expected more, I asked
-our friend who was with us in the boat, what I ought to give; but he
-replied that the boy had already received threepence from himself for
-carrying the luggage, that nothing further was expected, and that the
-peseta had been returned because it was considered too much.
-
-Our third and last expedition in Iviza was destined to be the most
-enjoyable of all. Our kind friend—whom we found to be one of the
-municipal officials of the town—volunteered to accompany us to the Salt
-Works, and _en passant_ to show us the recently-discovered Phœnician
-necropolis, in the excavation of which he was deeply interested.
-Although it had long been known that the Phœnicians colonised the
-Balearics—the very name of the islands being derived, as some think,
-from their god Baal—it is only of late years that actual proofs of their
-occupation have been obtained. Iviza was said to have remained under
-their sway for a thousand years, and to have had a capital with a
-population of a hundred thousand souls, and the Phœnician cemetery which
-three years ago was discovered just outside the town goes far to
-substantiate this theory.
-
-Alighting from our _carréta_ at the foot of a rocky reef immediately to
-the south of the town, we climbed the hillside and reached a grove of
-ancient olive-trees growing in the crevices of a great granite outcrop.
-The whole hillside is honeycombed with rock tombs—they are everywhere,
-on the hill, and on the lower ground—filled in with earth, built over,
-planted over; it is the burial ground of a nation. More than a thousand
-tombs have already been located, and of these some sixty have been
-investigated at the cost of two or three Ivizan gentlemen who are
-interested in the subject.
-
-The general type of tomb is an oblong hole or shaft, cut in the live
-rock and descending to a depth of six to eight feet, whence a low
-sloping gallery leads to the subterranean burial chamber. Each chamber
-contains one, two, or even three massive stone sarcophagi, made from a
-kind of white limestone found on the neighbouring island of Formentara.
-Not a tomb has yet been opened but what it has already been violated—it
-is presumed by the Vandals. The heavy sarcophagus lids have been pushed
-aside or broken, and any contents of value—if such there were—long ago
-abstracted. But of what the Vandals overlooked or despised, there yet
-remains enough to rejoice the heart of an archæologist, and a small
-museum has already been created in Iviza for the reception of the finds
-as the work of excavation goes on. Bones and skulls, once clothed in
-Tyrian purple and fine linen, are collected and ranged neatly upon
-shelves. Hundreds of amphoræ are found, each sarcophagus containing two,
-placed in a depression at the feet of the dead, while others seem to
-have served as cinerary urns for the remains of children.
-
-There is a large collection of red pottery—busts, statuettes, and masks—
-some of the latter with an Egyptian cast of countenance, others of a
-comic type with glass or metal rings in the nose. There are some
-beautiful tear-bottles of iridescent glass, coloured with metallic
-oxides, and delicate pottery jars for ointment. There are shallow open
-oil lamps, shaped like a shell, and bronze rings and seals. That very
-day the workmen had unearthed a pretty ram’s head with curling horns, of
-fragile white earthenware, which our friend showed us. He also had in
-his possession what I should suppose to be the most valuable find yet
-made—an engraved scarab of dark green hæmatite, comprising on its tiny
-surface the figure of a man on horseback, with a spear in his hand and a
-dog by his side, the whole cut with the delicacy of the finest intaglio.
-
-No inscriptions have as yet come to light, but as each tomb is opened
-the hope revives that it may prove to be in an unrifled condition and
-contain something that may throw a fresh light upon the burial customs
-of a long-vanished people. An illustrated pamphlet dealing with the
-Ivizan discoveries up to the present was in process of preparation at
-the time of our visit, and I much regret not having received a copy in
-time to acquaint my reader with fuller details regarding this necropolis
-than we were able to gather during our very brief stay.
-
-Continuing our drive to the Salt Works, we pass the old fortified church
-of San Jorge, standing alone amongst the fields, its battlemented walls
-glistening snow-white against the distant hills. This church was built
-in the fourteenth century, and has withstood many an assault by the
-Moors.
-
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- “_The old fortified church of San Jorge was built in the
- 14th century, and has withstood many an assault by the
- Moors._”
-
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-]
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- “_The salt pans cover an area of six square miles, ... and
- the shining islands of salt are stacked upon stone platforms
- in the water._”
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-Another hour, over a ludicrously bad road, brings us to the low-lying
-_Salinas_ near the coast; one might almost fancy oneself in a miniature
-Switzerland, for these salt-pans—which are said to have been known to
-the Phœnicians—cover an area of six square miles, and resemble inland
-lakes in whose unruffled surface the surrounding hills are mirrored.
-There are thirteen great _estancos_ or shallow basins, fringed with
-glittering salt-crystals and intersected by sea-water canals, and
-causeways along which a little train puffs breathlessly towards the
-shining islands of salt stacked on stone platforms in the water; filling
-its trucks—each of which contains a ton—it hurries back to the embarking
-station, and pulling up on a staging running out into the sea, tips its
-load down a wooden shoot into a barge below, where bare-legged men—half
-salted up—are busy levelling the white mound, and presently convey it to
-a big Norwegian steamer lying in the harbour. Other salt boats are bound
-for Russia, or for America. One would think there was enough salt to
-supply the whole world; it lies in deep snowdrifts on the quay and is
-piled up into mountains by men who look like black flies beside it. The
-busiest time is during the summer, when the water in the shallow basins
-evaporates and the deposited salt is collected, but at that season the
-locality is considered unhealthy—the combined heat and moisture breeding
-malaria and a plague of mosquitoes.
-
-By evening light the _Salinas_ are very beautiful. The colours of the
-sunset are repeated in the water, and the dark banks and rushes stand
-out in sharp-cut silhouette against the soft purple of the hills around.
-Out at sea rises the double fang of the island rock _Détra_—an
-inaccessible pinnacle, in the summit of which the wild bees have nested
-from time immemorial; the whole rock is said to be sticky with honey,
-which at times descends in rivulets even to the water’s edge.
-
-It was dusk when we regained our inn, and at ten o’clock that same night
-the red lights of the _Isleño_ were seen gliding into the bay, and we
-were summoned to go on board. Taking leave of our most kind friend—who,
-not content with having done the honours of his native island, insisted
-upon our accepting some charming Phœnician relics as souvenirs of our
-stay—we went down to the quay and were seen off by our host and the
-faithful waiter, the latter remarking, as he shook hands with us, that
-we might safely rely upon the night being a precious one.
-
-The sea was indeed like glass. The little steamer lay within fifty yards
-of the shore, and not a ripple stirred as we were rowed across in
-company with a tunny boat just in from Formentara—the fish standing on
-their heads in baskets on the deck, their big tails sticking up like
-ammunition for some torpedo boat. On an even keel we glided out into the
-night, and awoke at five the next morning to see the red watch tower of
-Porto Pi slip past the port hole. A fiery dawn was breaking over Palma
-as we went on shore; half a silver moon hung in the sky, and the masts
-and rigging of the shipping in the harbour were cut like a fine etching
-against the colourless mass of the town.
-
-Even at this early hour the day’s work had begun; scavengers’ carts were
-going their rounds; yawning octroi men were astir; women were already
-fetching water from the tortoise-fountain on the Borne, and as we
-reached the hotel a belated watchman was making off with lantern and
-staff, to hide in some quiet retreat till dusk again brought him out to
-his bat-like life.
-
-Our visit to Iviza was already a thing of the past, but the little
-island that had before been only a name to us was now a very definite
-memory of pleasant days spent in the open air, of friendly and
-picturesque natives, of sunshine and charming scenery—while even our
-unpropitious landing had turned out to be a blessing in disguise, in
-acquainting us with the resident whose kindness contributed so largely
-to the pleasant recollections which we shall always retain of our stay
-in Iviza.
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-
- PART IV
-
- MINORCA
-
-
-April was now nearly over and our holiday in the Balearics was drawing
-to its close. We had seen Majorca pretty thoroughly, we had had a
-charming glimpse of Iviza, and it only remained to spend a few days in
-Minorca to complete our tour of the islands. For fifty pesetas two
-first-class passages were secured for us on the _Isla de Menorca_,
-leaving Palma on April 26th, and at half-past six that evening we went
-on board, prepared to endure the eleven hours’ crossing to Port Mahon.
-
-To the last it was doubtful whether the boat would start that night; a
-high west wind was blowing, the bay was flecked with white horses, and
-the clothes hung out on the housetops were clapping wildly, as if in
-exultation. But start we eventually did—perhaps owing to the fact that
-the Governor of the Balearics was on board, a personage of sufficient
-importance to allay any apprehension on our part as to the voyage, and
-indeed to act as a practical guarantee of safety, since, though the wind
-and the waves may be no respecters of persons, it remains an undoubted
-fact that governors of provinces get drowned far less frequently than do
-obscure individuals.
-
-At half-past five the following morning we entered the famous Minorcan
-port, and steamed up it for three miles before sighting Mahon, which
-occupies a commanding position on the edge of the precipitous rock walls
-of the harbour. Disembarking at a little quay below the town, we
-confided our valises to a porter and followed him up a steep, cobbled
-street to the Hotel Bustamante, a very respectable inn in the higher
-quarter, where we were promptly accommodated with rooms and board at a
-_pension_ of six pesetas a day.
-
-Seen at close quarters, Mahon is singularly uninteresting and
-commonplace. If the architecture of Palma is essentially Spanish, and
-that of Iviza Moorish, Mahon must be put down as painfully and typically
-English. The long, straight streets of ugly houses, without balconies or
-outside shutters, the dreary vistas of grey cobbles and foot pavements
-recall the outskirts of one of our own manufacturing towns; there are
-the same mean-looking painted street doors, the same sash windows, even
-the same lace curtains inside. We were shown the exercise ground, with
-its row of British-built barracks, the hideous Paséo, or Promenade,
-which resembles a cinder track, and the favourite drive along the
-harbour, a dismally unattractive road. The sole trace of the picturesque
-that the town can lay claim to consists of one small fragment of the old
-fortifications that spans a modern street—a turreted archway known as
-Barbarossa’s Gate, in memory of the corsair who sacked the city in the
-sixteenth century.
-
-The inhabitants of Mahon share the general commonplaceness of their
-surroundings. They have neither the dignified bearing of the Majorcans
-nor their good looks; the men are not clean shaven like those of the
-other islands, but wear beards, and sometimes whiskers. The style of
-dress is also very inferior, and here and there we met with signs of
-actual untidiness among the women—frowsy heads and ill-fitting blouses,
-such as we had not set eyes on since landing in the Balearics.
-
-Something of this lack of personal neatness may perhaps be set down to
-the tempestuous winds from which Mahon suffers almost perpetually, and
-which nearly tore our hats from our heads and our clothes from our backs
-as we drove out towards the mouth of the harbour to visit the ruined
-fortress of San Felípe. San Felípe is a strong position commanding the
-approach to Port Mahon upon the southern side, and it played an
-important part in the English occupation of Minorca. Twice captured by
-the British and twice retaken, it fell for the second time in the year
-1782, when General Murray was forced to capitulate to a combined French
-and Spanish force under De Crillon, after a long and tedious siege which
-the allies had hoped to avoid by the offer of a bribe of £100,000 to the
-English general.
-
-It was during this siege that the cook of the Duc de Crillon earned for
-himself undying fame by inventing as an adjunct to his master’s salads
-the sauce termed _Mahonnaise_—the familiar mayonnaise of all cookery
-books to come.
-
-We had hoped to find objects of pictorial as well as sentimental value
-among the ruined fortifications, rock galleries, and nameless British
-graves at San Felípe, of which the guide book speaks, but our hopes were
-destined to be rudely dashed, for after a most uninteresting drive of a
-couple of miles between untidy stone walls we were unceremoniously
-stopped by a sentry, who informed us that no one was allowed to approach
-the fort without a permit from the commandant of Mahon. For our
-consolation he added that in any case there was nothing to be seen, as
-the ruins of the old fort had been replaced by modern defence works. A
-more unpicturesque scene could indeed hardly be imagined than the site
-of San Felípe now presents—a bleak headland traversed by long lines of
-masonry and intersecting trenches, with grass-grown embankments sloping
-down to the old sea wall on the side of the harbour, from whence one
-looks across to the new fortress built on the opposite peninsula.
-
-Disappointed, we retraced our steps. It was now evident that neither
-Mahon nor its immediate surroundings would produce anything that need
-detain us in the town, and we decided to set out without further delay
-in search of those relics of a far older occupation than that of the
-British—the menhirs and dolmens of a pre-historic race.
-
-These megalithic remains—of which there are said to be some two hundred
-groups in all—are found scattered over the whole of the southern half of
-the island; but the average traveller will be wise to confine himself to
-those specimens only which present most perfectly the different types of
-monument erected, _i.e._, the tumulus or talayót, the altar, the
-enclosure of monoliths, and the megalithic dwelling. Some of the finest
-specimens of all occur in the neighbourhood of Mahon itself, and can be
-visited in the course of a drive extending over some four hours. Acting
-on the recommendation of our very friendly host we chartered a
-_galaréta_ driven by a swarthy native who knew the country thoroughly.
-Our host, to our great surprise, spoke very fair English, and even our
-driver could say “Yes,” which was a great advance upon anything we had
-yet met with.
-
-It is singular that although so many English customs and traditions have
-survived amongst the Mahonese—who are dubbed _Inglesos_ by the rest of
-the island—yet the only island to agree with ourselves in its rule of
-the road should be Majorca, both Minorca and Iviza following the
-opposite and continental fashion.
-
-Mounting our _galaréta_ we bumped and crashed away over the worn paving
-of the town and emerged by the Barbarossa gate into the open country.
-The surroundings of Mahon are not beautiful; flat, windswept, and
-practically treeless, save where a stunted olive-tree hunches its back
-to the blast, the most conspicuous feature of the landscape is its
-countless miles of stone walls. If we had thought Majorca stony, it was
-only because we had not seen Minorca. Majorca is a land of fields
-intersected by walls—Minorca a land of walls interspersed with fields.
-Once off the high road one becomes involved in a labyrinth of narrow
-lanes bordered by stone walls four or five feet thick, and varying in
-height from six to ten feet, between which one wanders as in an
-overgrown aqueduct. Every field, however small—and some of them are
-patches but a few yards square—is enclosed by a prodigious rampart of
-loose stones, within which cows and donkeys graze as though at the
-bottom of a quarry. These walls serve a double purpose in sheltering the
-crops and the animals from the wind, and in relieving the land of a
-certain proportion of superabundant stone.
-
-As may be imagined, a cross-country tramp in Minorca is attended with
-considerable difficulty, and in visiting the talayóts it is essential to
-have a guide who knows his way about and who can direct one through the
-maze of obstacles that has to be threaded in attaining some tumulus that
-rises like a landmark half a mile away. Much of the land is under wheat—
-the crop much behind that of Majorca—and this has to be carefully
-skirted, or waded through with an eye to the barest patches of ground;
-other fields are devoted to pasture, where handsome mauve thistles
-flourish abundantly in the rocky soil, in company with periwinkles,
-borage, yellow daisies, white clover, and sweet alyssum. As a rule the
-enclosures can be entered and quitted by the _barréras_—light wooden
-barriers kept in place by blocks of stone and removed for the passage of
-cattle; but occasionally we were obliged to scale the walls by means of
-projecting footholds built into their sides, whereat spotted cows ceased
-grazing, to gaze with mild surprise at the unusual spectacle of two
-ladies performing gymnastic feats in company with a camera and tripod.
-
-A quarter of an hour’s arduous progression brought us to the _talayót_
-of Trepúco, said to be one of the largest in the island, but by no means
-that in the best preservation. The Minorcan _talayóts_—a word akin to
-_atalaya_, a watch-tower—consist of solid cone-shaped cairns built of
-roughly dressed stone blocks, often of gigantic size. These cairns range
-from thirty to sixty feet in diameter, and from twenty to thirty feet in
-height; but at close quarters they are far less conspicuous objects than
-might be supposed, partly owing to their general resemblance to the
-stone walls surrounding them, and partly to the enveloping scrub of
-lentiscus and oleaster which conceals their outline and lends them the
-appearance of a natural mound. Some of them are in an extremely
-dilapidated condition—others again, like the _talayót_ of Toréllo of
-which a picture is given, are in almost perfect preservation. It is
-supposed that they are the burial cairns of chieftains, but though
-cinerary urns are said to have been found inside them in one or two
-instances, this theory alone does not satisfactorily account for other
-features of these curious monuments. In some of them traces of interior
-chambers have been discovered, others have a sloping ramp running round
-the outside as a means of ascent, and the _talayót_ of Toréllo has an
-aperture like a window, on a level with the summit of the mound, the
-reason of which it is impossible to guess.
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- “_The_ talayot _of Torello is in almost perfect preservation
- ... it is supposed that they are the burial cairns of
- chieftains_.”
-
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-[Illustration:
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- “_The upright slab of the Talato-de-Dalt must be nearly
- twelve feet in height ... and surrounding it are traces of
- a circle of monoliths of about the same height._”
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-Not one of these tumuli has, I believe, yet been properly examined, and
-their purpose—whether sepulchre, watch-tower, refuge, or accessory to
-some strange religious rite—is still a secret, though the latter
-supposition finds support in the fact that where there is a _talayót_
-there is in many cases an altar in its immediate vicinity. These altars
-or _mésas_—tables, as the natives call them—are composed of two gigantic
-slabs of dressed stone, the one imbedded in an upright position in the
-ground, the other balanced horizontally upon it. The altar of Trepúco
-consists of two fine monoliths, the lower one measuring nearly nine feet
-in width and standing over seven feet out of the ground; but that of the
-Taláto-de-Dalt far exceeds these measurements, the upright slab being
-nearer twelve feet in height and proportionately wide. When the upper
-stone had been laid in its horizontal position it was apparently
-considered ill-balanced, and a prop has been added in the shape of a
-leaning slab surmounted by a wedge. The group of monuments at this spot
-is the most complete that will be found in Minorca; the tumulus itself
-is in a chaotic state, but the altar is of unusual size, and surrounding
-it are seen traces of a circle of monoliths of nearly the same height as
-the pedestal. Just outside this enclosure is a so-called megalithic
-dwelling into which one can creep on hands and knees; the walls are of
-rough stone, and two short, thick pillars, about three feet high, uphold
-the large slabs that form the roof. The members of the priesthood—if
-such they were who tenanted these modest habitations—certainly did not
-err on the side of luxury in their homes.
-
-In few countries perhaps would the splendid monoliths of these altars
-and the tempting quarries of building material provided by these
-_talayóts_ have survived destruction as they have in Minorca. The very
-profusion of stone, constituting not merely a drug but a curse
-throughout the island, has safeguarded these old monuments more
-effectually than any protection founded on sentiment could have done,
-for it has simply never been worth anybody’s while to utilise them.
-
-All the Minorcan country-folk live in excellent stone houses, as might
-be supposed, and before leaving the island we had the opportunity of
-visiting a solitary outlying homestead tenanted by a peasant family of a
-superior class. Although we were fully prepared to find signs of homely
-comfort in the dwellings of so industrious a people as the Minorcans,
-yet it was a surprise to see how excellent—not to say luxurious—were the
-appointments of this house. Not a room but was better furnished than
-those of any _fonda_ at which we had stayed. The spacious bedrooms had
-handsome bedsteads, large wardrobes—an article of furniture never seen
-in Majorca—and one of them actually contained a fine toilet-table _à
-l’Anglaise_, with a marble top and sets of small drawers. The daughter
-of the house showed us the kitchen, the dairy—with its big white cheeses
-destined for the Mahon market—and then she took us upstairs to the
-attics, where hanks of homespun yarn hung from the ceiling in company
-with hundreds of dried sausages and home-cured hams. In one small and
-otherwise empty room were half a dozen faggots carefully propped
-together in the centre of the floor within a ring of sheeps’ wool—a
-scene so suggestive of sorcery that our thoughts involuntarily turned to
-some magic rite connected with the mysterious cromlechs of the land. But
-the girl informed us that this was a depôt for live stock destined for
-the table—and pointing out myriads of snails adhering to the sticks she
-assured us that they were very excellent eating when fried.
-
-The neatness and spotlessness of the whole place it would be impossible
-to exaggerate. The Minorcan housewife is popularly supposed to live with
-a broom in one hand and a pail of whitewash in the other, and the
-industry and morality of the islanders make them valued colonists in any
-land to which they may emigrate. Early trained to habits of thrift and
-diligent labour in a hard school, the peasants have no sympathy with
-those who think to sit under the _mañana_ tree and yet to prosper, and
-the tragic fate awaiting them is thus recorded in an ancient Minorcan
-verse:
-
- Juan and Juanita
- Go to the wood;
- Monday they saddle,
- Tuesday they start,
- Wednesday they arrive,
- Thursday they cut wood,
- Friday they load it up,
- Saturday they set off,
- Sunday they come home;
- That is why they died of hunger.
-
- * * * * *
-
-On April 28th we left Mahon and went to Ciudadéla on the west coast, the
-town which formed the capital of Minorca up to the time of the English
-occupation. The two towns are connected by a splendid road that runs
-through the very centre of the island; and as the distance is little
-more than thirty miles the journey can easily be accomplished by
-carriage in a day. We started at nine o’clock in our _galaréta_ of the
-previous day; our valises were bestowed upon the front seat beside the
-driver, and we ourselves climbed into the closed part of the vehicle at
-the back, not sorry to be sheltered from the wind. We had an excellent
-mule, both strong and active, who trotted briskly on the flat and pegged
-away up the hills as though walking for a wager—a characteristic which
-we observed most of the mules to share.
-
-Leaving the town we bowled away along the great main road of the island.
-Seen in the brilliant sunshine of an April morning, with a blue sky
-overhead, green crops in the fields and wild flowers spangling the
-wayside, even the country around Mahon becomes invested with a kind of
-fictitious beauty; but what the hideous desolation must be of these
-endless stone walls seen on a grey winter’s day or under the parching
-drought of summer it is hardly possible to conceive.
-
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- “_Our valises were on the front seat beside the driver, and
- we ourselves climbed into the closed part of the_ galareta _at
- the back_....”
-
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-]
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- “_The prevailing tree of Minorca is the wild olive, which
- turns its back to the north ... and assumes the appearance
- of a crumb-brush._”
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-]
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-
-“When the North wind goes down the West wind is already knocking at the
-door,” says a Minorcan proverb, and the few trees that grow in these
-exposed regions are driven to the most ridiculous subterfuges in their
-endeavours to protect their foliage from the blasts that sweep for ever
-across the island. The prevailing tree is the oleaster, or wild olive,
-which turns its back to the north, and with bent stem and long hair all
-blown in one direction assumes as nearly as possible the appearance of
-an attenuated crumb-brush. Some of the trees are absolutely ludicrous in
-their contortions, and we could not help laughing at the sight of a
-whole row of them growing beside a low stone wall, over which they had
-flung themselves in their attempts to escape; falling on their hands and
-knees, so to speak, in the next field, they had picked themselves up
-again and gone on running, leaving their roots and trunks on the farther
-side of the wall—quite content so long as the very tips of their
-branches remained alive and out of reach of the dreaded north wind.
-
-At the seventh kilometre stone out of Mahon our driver pulled up, and
-tying the mule to a gate, he led us across a field to show us what he
-called a _bonito casito_—a good little house—built by megalithic man.
-
-At the base of a ruined _talayót_ constructed of enormous stones and
-overgrown with ivy, we saw a small opening, about a yard in height,
-leading into a low passage some eight feet long, at the further end of
-which is a still smaller doorway, measuring only two feet six inches by
-two feet. Once through this, however, one enters a palatial abode not
-less than twenty feet long, seven wide, and nine high—which, although it
-will hardly bear comparison in point of grandeur with the stone
-dwellings built by the Minorcans nowadays for their pigs, was yet so
-immeasurably superior to the modest priestly dwelling of Taláto-de-Dalt
-that we concluded that we were looking upon the residence of none other
-than the arch-druid or high-priest himself—and that it was through this
-very doorway that the venerable personage used to emerge on all fours,
-robed in full canonicals.
-
-Of all the _talayóts_ that we examined this is the only one that
-contained an inner chamber of any size, most of the so-called megalithic
-dwellings consisting of small cavities or recesses that can only by a
-stretch of imagination be supposed to have served as human habitations.
-
-As one approaches the centre of the island the most conspicuous object
-in the level landscape is the conical outline of Monte Toro, a mere
-molehill less than twelve hundred feet in height, but raised to the
-dignity of a mountain from the accident of having no rival in Minorca.
-Upon its summit is seen the large convent and church of the Augustines,
-a place of pilgrimage for the islanders. At noon we arrived at Mercadél,
-a tidy and commonplace little village forming a half-way house between
-Mahon and Ciudadéla, and here we put up for a couple of hours to rest
-and have luncheon. The Governor of the Balearics who was making the tour
-of Minorca in a steam diligence, arrived almost immediately after
-ourselves, and from our window we could watch him being received in the
-street by the local officials, between whom and the governor’s suite
-there was much hat raising and clapping on the back—the latter form of
-greeting being carried out mutually and simultaneously by both persons
-concerned, with a peculiarly genial and happy effect. The governor’s
-steam diligence overtook us again before we reached Ciudadéla, and our
-mule, taking its snorting and rattling as a challenge, responded by
-racing it frantically along the high road for more than a mile before he
-would admit himself beaten.
-
-On leaving Mercadél we made a _détour_ to the south by way of San
-Cristobal, an hour distant, where Murray’s guide-book asserts that
-certain “fine and curious _talayóts_” are to be found. Our search for
-these, however, proved a wildgoose chase, for all our questioning of the
-villagers produced nothing beyond four quite unimportant tumuli,
-difficult of access and in no way worth visiting—our driver remarking
-severely that he knew all along it would be so, since if he had not
-heard of the monuments we were in quest of it was quite certain they did
-not exist. In spite of this crushing observation we were not altogether
-sorry to have come to San Cristobal, for the road passes through the
-prettiest country we had yet seen in Minorca, undulating hills wooded
-with pine and ilex, and ditches full of a handsome flowering reed not
-unlike a small Pampas grass.
-
-At Ferrerías, where we rejoined the high road, the whole soil is so
-impregnated with iron that at a little distance one might have imagined
-the landscape to be tinted by a Swiss _Alpenglūth_—the ruddy hillsides
-and the dark red of the stone walls harmonising strikingly with the
-crimson flower of a sheet of sainfoin in the foreground. The western
-side of the island is in general more hilly and more timbered than the
-eastern coast, some clumps of tall Aleppo pines forming picturesque
-features in the scene.
-
-When within a couple of miles of Ciudadéla our driver drew up, and
-pointed out to us a large grey mass lying in a field some little
-distance from the road. This was the _Nau de Tudons_, one of the most
-remarkable monuments in the island, which our guide was particularly
-anxious to show us; but after getting down and wrestling for a few
-moments with a high field-gate he returned crestfallen to the carriage
-to say that the gate was locked, and that it would, unfortunately, not
-be possible for the señoras to visit the Nau, as there was no other way
-of approach. Assuring him loftily that locked gates were as nothing in
-our eyes we got over it, to his great astonishment, and made our way
-across the fields towards a strange erection unlike any other we had
-hitherto seen.
-
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- “_The_ Nau de Tudons _is one of the most remarkable of the
- monuments in Minorca_.”
-
- (page 156)
-]
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- “_A short walk brought us to the altar of Torre Trencado_....”
-
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-]
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-
-The Nau de Tudons—_nau_ is the patois for boat—is composed of enormous
-blocks of stone and built in the form of an upturned boat about thirty
-feet in length and twelve in height. The rounded bow points to the
-north, and at the base of the square stern is a so-called dwelling—a
-retreat barely large enough to accommodate a human being. It is supposed
-that the interior of the Nau itself served originally as a habitation,
-for the centre is partially hollow and is roofed over with gigantic
-slabs, most of which have now fallen in. There is something strangely
-pathetic about this old monument raised by a long vanished race that has
-left memorials of imperishable stone without a sign or a word to record
-who the builders were or whence they came. Mysterious and lonely the Nau
-stands out against the sunset sky; a couple of donkeys graze amongst
-clumps of spurge and asphodel, and a stonechat chacks sharply from the
-topmost slab of the roof; but the tide of human life has long receded
-from the spot—never to return.
-
-At seven o’clock we reached Ciudadéla and drew up at the Fonda Feliciano
-in the Plaza Alfonso III. The sunset had cast such a glamour of crimson
-and gold over the white city on the seashore that we were a little
-disappointed to find it so essentially unromantic-looking at close
-quarters, but any haven was welcome after seven hours’ shaking in a
-_galaréta_. We found the inn to be chiefly frequented by persons of the
-class—as far as we could judge—of commercial travellers, several of whom
-dined at the _table d’hôte_ that evening. The fare was ample, but the
-cookery far more greasy and less refined than in Majorca; the strangest
-medley of eatables made its appearance on the dish sometimes—the beef
-being garnished with potatoes, fat bacon, hunks of stewed cabbage,
-_garbanzos_—enormous white beans—aniseed cake, and goodness knows what
-besides, so that during one course we had nine different things on our
-plate at once, to only five of which could we put a name. Being very
-tired we went to bed early, our host informing us in bad English as he
-lighted us upstairs that as the inn was very full he could not give us a
-second bedroom till the following day. The fact that the house was being
-rebuilt, and that we should be waked at five o’clock by workmen pulling
-down a floor overhead, he prudently left us to find out for ourselves.
-
-There are several excursions to be made from Ciudadéla, and the two days
-we spent there were amply occupied in visiting the principal megalithic
-remains in the neighbourhood. The _talayóts_ of Hostal which Murray’s
-guide-book mentions, we found uninteresting, besides being troublesome
-to get to—much traversing of rocky wheatfields and stone walls being
-necessary before reaching them. But the drive to Torre Trencáda is well
-worth taking, and can be combined with a visit to Llafúda.
-
-Starting at nine o’clock, we retraced our steps along the high road for
-a few miles and then turned off sharply by a cart track leading across
-the fields. The pastures were studded with outcrops of live rock turned
-to gold by a brilliant orange-coloured lichen, and innumerable tiny
-field flowers, red and blue pimpernels, vetches, and a minute orange
-marigold, spread a gay little carpet under foot. The common daisy of the
-Balearics is not the crimson-tipped flower of our lawns, though quite as
-wee and modest; it is a more fragile plant, and its flower has a faint
-mauve tinge which on being dried becomes a bright blue. A friend of ours
-at Kew told us it was the _Bellium bellidioides_ of Linnæus.
-
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- “_Acting as a kind of pylon to the pigs’ palace at Son Saura
- is a megalithic monument, unlike any other we saw_....”
-
- (page 163)
-]
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-
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- “_In the immense stone wall at Llafuda are built two or
- three small megalithic dwellings_....”
-
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-]
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-A short walk brought us to the altar of Torre Trencádo, which is a very
-fine one. The horizontal stone has in its lower surface a clean cut
-socket which receives the head of the upright slab, but in spite of this
-it has needed additional support in the shape of a pillar and wedge like
-the _mésa_ at Taláto-de-Dalt. One would give much to penetrate the
-secret of this old-world altar standing in its great solitude, wrapped
-in the silence of the ages. For what strange worship of sun or moon was
-it erected? What implacable deity demanded a human sacrifice? Does the
-spirit of priest or victim ever haunt the lonely monument at twilight
-and hovering around the symbol of an out-worn faith realise that the
-gods themselves have passed away in the _Götterdämmerung_ that has
-descended upon the land?
-
-The monuments at Llafúda, although exceedingly extensive, are in a state
-of chaotic ruin, the monoliths lying in confusion as though flung to the
-ground by an earthquake. The position is partially encircled by an
-immense stone wall, ten feet in height, in which are built two or three
-small megalithic dwellings. This wall is absolutely typical of those
-built at the present day by the Minorcans, barring the fact that its
-thickness is in places not less than fifteen feet.
-
-From the neighbouring _talayót_ a fine view over the surrounding country
-is obtained—even the faint blue mountains of Majorca being visible
-across the water. I had a somewhat ludicrous _rencontre_ upon the summit
-of the cairn, for just as I reached the top I came face to face with a
-big brown and white buzzard who was skimming over it from the opposite
-side. It would be hard to say which of us was the most startled; we both
-stepped back hurriedly, but the great bird was so close that I felt the
-wind of his wings in my face and could see his magnificent golden eyes
-dilate as for one moment he hung motionless, with yellow claws upturned,
-before he swung round and with one convulsive flap was gone.
-
- * * * * *
-
-One of the pleasantest drives in the neighbourhood of Ciudadéla is to
-Son Saura, an estate about six miles distant belonging to a Minorcan
-nobleman. On this occasion we drove out _en famille_, for being Sunday
-afternoon not only was the waiter sent with us to enjoy an outing, but
-we were begged by our hostess to allow little José, aged six, to be of
-the party. Little José was weeping dismally on the doorstep at the
-moment, but as soon as our consent was given his tears stopped
-instantaneously, and he was hoisted on to the box seat next the waiter,
-under whose charge he was put. His mother assured us that he would be
-good—but we had already seen quite enough of Master José to discount
-this statement. Our hostess appeared to have no sort of authority over
-her children; she would rave and shriek at them, and occasionally reduce
-them to tears, but in the end they invariably got their own way, and
-their attitude towards her was entirely that of the little girl in an
-old Minorcan nursery couplet which for simplicity and impertinence it
-would be hard to surpass:
-
- The Mother says to her:
- Dirty one! Badly brought-up one!
-
- And she answers:
- You! You were the same!
-
-I may add at once that little José did not belie his character. He
-snatched flowers from the flower beds, trampled mercilessly on precious
-young tobacco plants in crossing the fields, nearly fell into a large
-reservoir, was hauled hurriedly over two walls at the imminent risk of
-overthrowing a whole row of his elders and betters, perilously balanced
-on the top—and in fact acted as a complete antidote to any pleasure
-which the poor harassed waiter might otherwise have derived from the
-expedition. We, not being responsible for the child, took his misdoings
-less to heart, and when he temporarily disappeared in the vicinity of an
-open reservoir we were able to search the surface of the water for
-bubbles with comparative calm—confident that Master José’s career had
-not been such as to arouse the jealousy of the gods.
-
-Son Saura is a pleasant-looking house surrounded by a large garden of
-geraniums and verbenas, roses and lilacs, all in bloom at the time of
-our visit. The estate is laid out with orange groves, olive and vine
-yards, corn and tobacco plantations, the whole admirably irrigated from
-two immense central reservoirs. In summer water has to be sought at a
-great depth in Minorca, and the wells being too deep for the employment
-of the Persian wheel, the usual method of raising the water is by means
-of a large windlass turned by a donkey—one bucket being let down as the
-other is wound up to the top. The drinking troughs for beasts which
-stand beside these wells partake of the archaic simplicity and
-durability of the dolmens, being formed of ponderous stone blocks
-hollowed out to the required depth.
-
-The modern Minorcan has indeed sundry habits not unworthy of the
-megalithic monuments of his predecessors. The stones which he builds
-into his field walls are hardly less vast than theirs, and the palaces
-he erects for his pigs bear a strong family likeness to the prehistoric
-_talayót_; composed entirely of loose stones, with a cleverly domed
-roof, these buildings form quite a feature of the landscape in many
-parts of the island. The smaller ones are often plain huts, but the
-larger ones almost always have tastefully ornamented roofs—some
-resembling the step pyramids of Sakkára, others being built in round
-tiers like a gigantic wedding-cake. One—by no means the largest—which we
-entered at Son Saura, and of which a picture is given, measured not less
-than twenty feet across, inside, and twelve or fifteen feet in height;
-spacious, clean, and delightfully cool in hot weather, these houses are
-used by the pigs of Minorca as sleeping quarters at night and lounges at
-midday. Any attempt to photograph the occupants we found, however, to be
-out of the question: the very sight of a camera filled them with
-suspicion, and when this was followed by a strategic advance their worst
-fears were confirmed—with volleys of shrieks they broke up in panic,
-and, with ears flapping wildly, went off helter skelter with all the
-_abandon_ of their Gadarene ancestors.
-
-Acting as a kind of pylon to the above-mentioned palace at Son Saura is
-a curious old _mésa_, unlike any other we saw in the island—the
-horizontal slab being supported on _two_ upright pillars, each of which
-has a rude capital formed by a separate stone. This monument is possibly
-of a different date from the other altars, and is said to be of a
-pattern of which—as far as is known—only one other specimen exists, in
-the island of Malta.
-
-The last expedition we made at Ciudadéla was to visit the rock dwellings
-at Son Moréll—a large property about an hour distant from the town.
-There are three farmhouses upon the estate, at the first of which one
-naturally draws up to inquire the way, and unless the traveller is very
-careful he will here be taken to see two wholly unimportant tumuli lying
-at some distance away amongst stone walls and a waste of asphodel—the
-peasants being convinced that to lead a foreigner to the nearest
-_talayót_ is the surest way of making him happy. In all good faith we
-followed an ancient man across the fields, and in due course reached the
-_talayóts_; it was quite useless to explain to our guide that it was not
-such as these we were in search of, since besides being very deaf he
-understood no word of Castillian, and when we remarked that the wind was
-very high he replied by telling us that he was seventy-eight in January.
-
-After much useless tramping and waste of time we at last discovered that
-it was _Son Morell de Barránco_ to which we ought to have driven—the
-Barranco being the ravine containing the rock dwellings—and continuing
-our route across the fields we presently came to the second farm, lying
-within a few minutes’ walk of the coast. Leaving the carriage here, we
-descended on foot towards the sea, and soon came upon a row of curious
-dwellings excavated in the rock walls of a narrow valley. Three of the
-caves are of considerable size, and in the one of which we took a
-photograph a pillar of live rock is left in the centre to support the
-roof. All have neatly cut doorways and windows, and one of the house
-fronts, as will be seen, shows traces of decoration—a cornice and a
-couple of fluted pilasters having been rudely chiselled in the face of
-the rock. Sheep and goats now inhabit the caves; of the people who with
-patient labour constructed their dwellings in this wild and lonely
-ravine by the sea no memory remains.
-
- * * * * *
-
-On the 1st of May we left Ciudadéla and returned to Mahon, stopping for
-luncheon at the little town of Alayór, just off the main road. Seen from
-a distance Alayór is a veritable fairy city set upon a hill—glistening
-snow white in the sunshine—and though at close quarters it is no longer
-beautiful, the whiteness of the houses is so dazzling that it is like
-passing through snow-cuttings to drive through the streets, and we were
-glad of the green glass panes of our _galaréta_ to protect our eyes from
-the blinding glare. Whitewash is indeed a mania among the Minorcans,
-who, not content with applying it to the outer and inner walls of their
-houses, extend it to the tiles on the roof, the gutters, chimneys,
-outhouses, and even neighbouring rocks. Where the field walls are coped
-with freestone this also is whitened for miles, which gives the
-landscape the curious and misleading effect of being traversed in every
-direction by high roads.
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- “_The rock caves at Son Morell are of considerable size, and
- one of the house fronts shows traces of decoration, a cornice
- and a couple of fluted pilasters having been rudely chiselled
- in the face of the rock._”
-
- (page 164)
-]
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-
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-
- “_The rock caves have neatly cut doorways and windows,
- and one of them has a central pillar supporting the roof._”
-
- (page 164)
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-Within half an hour’s drive of Alayór is the _mésa_ of Torralba—one of
-the largest in the island, though it loses in effect by being encumbered
-about the base by bushes and _débris_. The horizontal stone is said to
-have a square cavity in its upper surface, as though to contain the
-blood of a victim; but as our outfit did not include a ladder we were
-obliged to take this statement on trust.
-
-One of the sudden storms, for which Minorca is noted, overtook us while
-we were engaged in photographing the altar. The sky darkened, and
-without a moment’s warning such a deluge of rain descended that we were
-quite unable to regain our carriage, not twenty yards distant. The
-ground was swimming, the bushes and long grass were drenched, and when
-ten minutes later the sun came out again and all was smiles, the only
-dry member of the party was the camera—who with his usual foresight had
-enveloped himself in the one waterproof cape at the very beginning of
-the rain.
-
-A couple of hours later we were again in Mahon, and at five o’clock that
-same afternoon we had boarded the Palma boat and were taking our last
-look at the town as we glided out of the bay—past the flat green tray of
-Hospital Island, past the little rocky hump of Rat Island, where some
-fishermen wave to us as their boat rocks on our swell—past the ruined
-pepper-pot tower on the Philipet promontory—past the old sea walls of
-San Felipe and the bristling defences of the Isabella fortress opposite—
-and as we enter the open sea a chill wind springs up.
-
-At daybreak we land once more—and for the last time—at the now familiar
-quay at Palma, and are rattled through the streets that three short
-months ago were new and strange of aspect in our eyes.
-
-Our holiday in the south is over. It is the first week of May:
-strawberries and cherries are in the market, and the voice of the cuckoo
-is heard in the land. The pigeons are wheeling in flocks around the
-sunlit tower of San Nicolas, and myriads of swifts still weave their
-tireless flight over the town. But the swallows have gone northwards,
-and we must follow them. Two busy days are spent in packing and in final
-arrangements for the return home; and on the 5th of May we board the
-_Miramar_ for Barcelona.
-
-It is a marvellously lovely evening. The wide plain is wrapped in
-shimmering shades of pink and violet, and brilliant against the deep
-cobalt of the Sierra stand out the white houses of the town. Cutting the
-western horizon in dark silhouette are the wooded slopes of Bellver—the
-castle arch spanning a glowing fragment of the sunset where the gules
-and or of Aragon are once more blazoned in the sky. The harbour is a
-sheet of gold, and across the ever widening stretch of water Palma has
-already dwindled to a doll’s city, where the great cathedral is the last
-object on which our eyes linger. A spark breaks out on the old Moorish
-tower as we glide past Porto Pi, some soldiers wave a last goodbye from
-the earthworks of San Carlos, the darkening mountain slopes recede as we
-reach the portal of Cala Figuéra—and at last we are clear of the bay of
-Palma.
-
-A golden moon hangs in the indigo vault above us, and our wake cleaves a
-shining path straight up to the old white city that is vanishing from
-our sight. And passing out into the night on a sea of glass we half
-expect to hear once more the solemn midnight cry—
-
- “_Alobado sea el Señor! las dóce, y seréno!_”
-
-
- FINIS.
-
-
- UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, THE GRESHAM PRESS, WOKING AND LONDON.
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- THROUGH CORSICA WITH A
- CAMERA
-
- BY MARGARET D’ESTE
-
- _Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 7s. 6d. net._
-
-
-“Observant, animated and agreeably sensitive of the charm of the restful
-island it describes, it will be read with advantage and interest by
-every one who fosters ideas of some day going there.”—_Scotsman._
-
-“The book has a delightful touch of feminine vivacity, and the camera is
-almost as important in the production of it as the pen.”—_Observer._
-
-“Miss d’Este gives a very attractive account of Ajaccio.”—_Spectator._
-
-“Margaret d’Este gives a picturesque account of her wanderings all over
-the island, in and out of the beaten track, and tells us that she found
-its principal charm in its wild freedom, magnificent scenery and
-delightful climate.”—_Daily Graphic._
-
-“The reviewer is tempted at almost every page to quote, so full of
-description is this charming book, but space forbids.... We cannot
-remember enjoying any book so much since the days when William Blake
-told the tale of his journeyings.”—_Daily Chronicle._
-
-“A facile, charming style of writing; a quick, accurate observation of
-men, beasts, flowers, and things.”—_Photographic Monthly._
-
-“There are no fewer than seventy-eight photographs by Mrs. R. M. King
-and the author in this charming book of travel far from the madding
-crowd.... An unusually well-written and well-illustrated book.”—
-_Northern Whig._
-
-“The authoress has given us some delightful pen sketches of the scenery,
-delicate little vignettes of local colour, and strongly sketched-in
-characters of the natives, and the illustrations are decidedly
-enticing.”—_Photographic News._
-
-“The book is one of the brightest of recent travel volumes. Mrs. King’s
-photography is a worthy contribution to the work, and is worth studying
-by would-be picture makers, for its good placing of masses within the
-space, and for the strong yet not harsh way in which bold patches of
-deep shadow are placed against broad expanses of light.”—_Photogram._
-
-
-
-
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- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_I'>I</span>
- <h1 class='c002'>WITH A CAMERA <br /> IN MAJORCA</h1>
-</div>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c1'>
-<div class='nf-center c000'>
- <div><span class='small'>BY</span></div>
- <div class='c000'><span class='xlarge'>MARGARET D’ESTE</span></div>
- <div class='c000'><span class='small'>AUTHOR OF “THROUGH CORSICA WITH A CAMERA”</span></div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='lg-container-b c003'>
- <div class='linegroup'>
- <div class='group'>
- <div class='line'><span lang="de" xml:lang="de"><i>Kennst Du das Land wo die Citronen blühn,</i></span></div>
- <div class='line'><span lang="de" xml:lang="de"><i>Im dunklen Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,</i></span></div>
- <div class='line'><span lang="de" xml:lang="de"><i>Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht,</i></span></div>
- <div class='line'><span lang="de" xml:lang="de"><i>Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht,</i></span></div>
- <div class='line in24'><span lang="de" xml:lang="de"><i>Kennst Du es wohl?</i></span></div>
- </div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c1'>
-<div class='nf-center c003'>
- <div>With Illustrations from Photographs</div>
- <div>by Mrs. R. M. King</div>
- <div class='c003'><span class='large'>G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS</span></div>
- <div>NEW YORK AND LONDON</div>
- <div>The Knickerbocker Press</div>
- <div>1907</div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c1'>
-<div class='nf-center c001'>
- <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_II'>II</span>(<i>All rights reserved.</i>)</div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span>
- <h2 class='c004'>Contents</h2>
-</div>
-
-<table class='table0' summary=''>
- <tr>
- <th class='c005'></th>
- <th class='c006'>PAGE</th>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c007' colspan='2'><span class='large'>PART I</span></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Palma and its Immediate Vicinity—Porto Pi—Bellver—Castle of Alaró—Raxa</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#ch1'>1</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'>&nbsp;</td>
- <td class='c006'>&nbsp;</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c007' colspan='2'><span class='large'>PART II</span></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Our First Tour in the Island:—Felanitx—Santuiri Castle—Oratorio de San Salvador—Port of Manacór—Dragon Caves—Caves of Arta—Cap de Pera</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#ch2'>44</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Second Tour:—Andraitx—San Telmo—Estallenchs—Bañalbufár</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#Page_66'>66</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Third Tour:—Valldemósa—Miramar—Sollér—Fornalutx</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#Page_78'>78</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Fourth Tour:—Alcudia—Pollensa—Castillo del Rey—Monastery of Lluch—Gorch Blau—Inca</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#Page_94'>94</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'>&nbsp;</td>
- <td class='c006'>&nbsp;</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c007' colspan='2'><span class='large'>PART III</span></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Island of Iviza—Santa Eulalia—Phœnician Necropolis—Salt Works</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#ch3'>121</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'>&nbsp;</td>
- <td class='c006'>&nbsp;</td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c007' colspan='2'><span class='large'>PART IV</span></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c005'><span class='sc'>Minorca—Port Mahon—Prehistoric Altars—Ciudadéla—Rock Dwellings</span></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#ch4'>142</a></td>
- </tr>
-</table>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span>
- <h2 class='c004'>List of Illustrations</h2>
-</div>
-
-<table class='table0' summary=''>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Majorcan Country Girls</span></td>
- <td class='c009' colspan='2'><a href='#fp'><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View of Palma</span></td>
- <td class='c010'><i>Face p.</i></td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il2'>2</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Signal Tower at Porto Pi</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il3'>3</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Puerta Santa Margarita</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il8'>8</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Puerta Santa Catalina</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il9'>9</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View from the Grand Hotel</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il10'>10</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Sentry Box on the Ramparts</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il11'>11</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Patio with Banana Clump</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il12'>12</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Street in Palma</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il13'>13</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Patio with Well</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il14'>14</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Patio in the Calle Zavella</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il15'>15</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Arab Baths</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il16'>16</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Door of Montesion Church</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il17'>17</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Cloisters of S. Francisco</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il18'>18</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Cloisters, Upper Corridor</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il19'>19</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Staircase of Private House</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il20'>20</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Street of the Almudaina</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il21'>21</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Lonja</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il22'>22</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Door of S. Francisco</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il23'>23</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Girl Wearing the Rebosillo</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il28'>28</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Ivizan Hound</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il29'>29</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span><span class='sc'>Patio in Bellver Castle</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il32'>32</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>In the Garden of Raxa</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il33'>33</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Curious Olive-Tree</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il36'>36</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Gate-Tower at Alaró Castle</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il37'>37</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Curious Olive-Tree</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il38'>38</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Curious Olive-Tree</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il39'>39</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>A Wind-wheel</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il46'>46</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Group of Windmills</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il47'>47</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>A Windmill</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il52'>52</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Santuiri Castle, Interior</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il53'>53</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Santuiri Castle, Exterior</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il54'>54</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Oratorio of Our Lady of S. Salvador</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il55'>55</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View of Arta</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il60'>60</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Women Weeding a Wheatfield</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il61'>61</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Entrance to the Caves of Arta</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il64'>64</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Fisherman in Phrygian Cap</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il65'>65</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View of Estallenchs</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il74'>74</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Interior of House in Village</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il75'>75</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>George Sand’s Rooms at Valldemósa</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il80'>80</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View on North Coast of Majorca</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il81'>81</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Street at the Port of Sollér</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il86'>86</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Palmer from the Holy Land</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il87'>87</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View of Sollér</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il90'>90</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Old House at Fornalutx</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il91'>91</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Courtyard at Alfádia</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il94'>94</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Roman Gate, Alcúdia</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il95'>95</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Bay of Alcúdia</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il96'>96</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Moorish Waterwheel</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il97'>97</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Bay of San Vicente</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il100'>100</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Ancient Costume of Majorca</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il101'>101</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span><span class='sc'>Cock Fountain at Pollensa</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il104'>104</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Roman Bridge, Pollensa</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il105'>105</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Castillo del Rey</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il108'>108</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Gorch Blau</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il109'>109</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Pla de Cuba</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il116'>116</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View of the Plain around Inca</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il117'>117</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Town of Iviza</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il124'>124</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Bay of Iviza</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il125'>125</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>A Purveyor of Drinking Water</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il126'>126</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Moorish Type of House</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il127'>127</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Ivizan Peasants</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il130'>130</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>View of Santa Eulália</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il131'>131</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Porch of Church, S. Eulália</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il134'>134</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Phœnician Tombs</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il135'>135</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Fortified Church of San Jorge</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il138'>138</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Salt Works, Iviza</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il139'>139</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Talayot of Torello, Minorca</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il148'>148</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Prehistoric Altar, Taláto-de-Dalt</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il149'>149</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Our Galaréta</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il152'>152</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>A Wild Olive-Tree</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il153'>153</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Nau-de-Tudons</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il156'>156</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Altar of Torre Trencado</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il157'>157</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Pigs’ Palace and Prehistoric Pylon</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il158'>158</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Megalithic Dwelling</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il159'>159</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Rock-cut Dwellings, San Morell</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il164'>164</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class='c008'><span class='sc'>Interior of Rock-cut Dwelling</span></td>
- <td class='c010'>”</td>
- <td class='c006'><a href='#il165'>165</a></td>
- </tr>
-</table>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <h2 class='c004'>AUTHOR’S NOTE</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class='c011'>To those who are unacquainted with the Spanish language,
-the pronunciation of Majorcan names is such a
-stumbling block that the following phonetic rendering of
-some of those most frequently met with may be found
-useful:—</p>
-
- <dl class='dl_1'>
- <dt>Jaime</dt>
- <dd>= Ha-eé-may
- </dd>
- <dt>Lonja</dt>
- <dd>= Loan-ha
- </dd>
- <dt>Andraitx</dt>
- <dd>= An-dreítsch
- </dd>
- <dt>Lluch</dt>
- <dd>= Lee-oók
- </dd>
- <dt>Sollér</dt>
- <dd>= Sole-yair
- </dd>
- <dt>Iviza</dt>
- <dd>= Evéess-a
- </dd>
- <dt>Mahon</dt>
- <dd>= M’hone
- </dd>
- <dt>Aubercuix</dt>
- <dd>= O-ber-cóotsh
- </dd>
- <dt>Puig (signifying Peak)</dt>
- <dd>= Póotsch
- </dd>
- <dt>Bañalbufar</dt>
- <dd>= Ban-yal-boo-fár
- </dd>
- <dt>Felanitx</dt>
- <dd>= Fay-la-néetsch
- </dd>
- </dl>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='map' class='figcenter id003'>
-<img src='images/image014.jpg' alt='Map of Majorca' class='ig001' />
-<div class='ic002'>
-<p>Map of <b>Majorca</b></p>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
- <h2 id='ch1' class='c004'>PART I</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class='drop-capa0_0_0_4 c012'>In the spring of 1906 we found ourselves with three
-months to devote to foreign travel, and after some
-deliberation we decided to spend them in exploring those
-“<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr"><i>Iles oubliées</i></span>” of the Mediterranean—Majorca, Minorca,
-and Iviza—and in ascertaining for ourselves whether they
-were worth visiting and what were the possibilities of a
-stay there.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Their names, it is true, lingered in our memories like
-some familiar echo from far-off schoolroom days, but with
-regard to all practical details we were extremely ignorant,
-and it was without knowing a soul in the islands or a
-soul who had ever been there, that we set out on the last
-day of January to visit the Balearics—those homes of
-famous slingers.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A railway journey of twenty-two hours takes the
-traveller from Paris to Barcelona by way of Toulouse.
-The change from France to Spain is an abrupt one. After
-racing through flat lands of vine, through sand dunes and
-salt lagoons, one crosses the frontier into a dry place of
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>red and orange hills, where stone villages stand bare and
-unshrinking in the strong sunlight, and here and there a
-palm—solitary outpost of the south—waves her dusty
-plumes; and the night falls suddenly upon a sky crystal
-clear, as the sun slips in glory behind the strong outline
-of the purple Pyrenees.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>An old writer has left it on record that the thing which
-chiefly repented him in his life was having gone anywhere
-by sea when he might have gone by land. Since it is
-decreed, however, that islands shall be reached by water,
-one subject of remorse was spared us as we boarded the
-steamship <i>Miramar</i> at half-past six on the evening of
-February 5th. And so great is the power of comparatives
-to cheer, that though the worst of sailors, we derived a
-certain happiness from the reflection that we had at any
-rate chosen the lesser evil in sailing from Barcelona instead
-of taking the twenty-four hour crossing from Marseilles.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Behold us then at dawn gliding into the Bay of Palma
-and gazing around us with that undefined expectancy
-that even in these prosaic days of travel tinges with
-romance the landing on an unknown shore.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il2' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image017.jpg' alt='A lovely view of Palma' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>From the grounds round the Castle of Bellver a most
-lovely view of Palma is obtained through the pine-trees</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_31'>31</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il3' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image018.jpg' alt='Porto Pi tower' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>the little harbour of Porto Pi, guarded by an old
-Moorish signal tower</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_32'>32</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>Here is nothing of the wild and rugged mountain
-scenery that meets the eye on approaching Ajaccio.
-Rather like some Fortunate Isle safe from the reach of
-tempests does Majorca lie serene and dreaming upon the
-water. The great bay opening to the south is enclosed
-upon the east by a level shore terminating far out at sea
-in the blue headland of Cape Blanco, while closer at hand
-the western coast line is indented with many a rocky
-promontory and wooded headland curving down to the
-harbour’s rim. A low cliff of orange sandstone encircles
-like a sea wall the head of the bay, and upon this cliff
-stands Palma, a sea of colourless houses massed upon the
-water’s edge and stretching backwards to the wide plain—deep
-blue and level well-nigh as the sea itself—that
-forms the background to the town and to the great
-cathedral that towers high above all other buildings.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At its eastern rim the plain rises slightly to the double
-peaks of the Puig de Randa, far inland; on the west the
-panorama is closed by a distant range of sapphire blue
-mountains, the Sierra of the interior.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We land, and are rattled quickly away in an omnibus
-to the Grand Hotel—but a few minutes distant from the
-quay. It was no small relief to find that we were spared
-a further encounter with the Spanish <i>douane</i>, for the
-ruthless violation of our trunks at the frontier station
-of Port Bou was still fresh in our memory, while the
-very hour of our sailing from Barcelona had been marked
-by a last attempt at extortion. A Customs official who
-was patrolling the wharf in all the glory of helmet and
-sword, took upon himself to detain a packing case of ours,
-containing a saddle, and, on the ground that he could not
-see what was inside, he forbade it to be put on board.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was late—it was dark—the boat was about to sail,
-and we had retired to our cabin. Our hired porter raved
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>and shrieked upon the quay, then came to us and said
-we must have the case opened or it would be left behind.
-I stumbled upstairs again, my Spanish deserting me at
-such a rate that by the time I reached the shore my
-vocabulary was literally reduced to the one word, <i>sombrero</i>—which,
-unhappily, did not bear upon the matter. The
-<i>douanier</i> was polite, but firm. With shrugged shoulders
-he said the Senorita would comprehend that with the best
-will in the world he could not see through a deal board.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At that moment the gleam of a street lamp fell upon an
-upturned palm protruding from beneath the military
-cape—and into it I slipped a peseta, which produced such
-a furious access of shrugging and protestation that for
-one brief moment I thought I had insulted the man. But
-on looking round I saw that all was well, porter and case
-being already half-way on deck—and with a sense of deep
-annoyance at having tipped a person I would willingly
-have fined, I followed them and went to bed.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>On the Palma quay all is peace. By a simple arrangement
-involving a certain annual subsidy to the Customs
-officials, the proprietor of the Grand Hotel has ensured
-protection for his guests’ luggage, which escapes even the
-most nominal examination. The hotel omnibus merely
-draws up for a moment in front of the <i>Douane</i> on entering
-the town; the officials, armed with long probing
-rods, saunter out, open the carriage door and wish us
-good day—and on we go again.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The town is still half asleep, and as we drive up to
-the hotel its shutters are being unshipped by yawning
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>faquins. We find a large and handsome five-storied
-building with an imposing façade, and balconied windows
-that look out upon the small central square of the town.
-The interior conveys a truly southern impression of
-silence and space, due to the great expanses of marble
-pavement and to the cool stone walls and passages which
-prevent the conveyance of sound. The dining hall is
-immense; so are the lobbies that run round the central
-well of the house, and off which the bedrooms open.
-We go upstairs, and within an hour of our arrival have
-become <i>pensionnaires</i> of the hotel at 10s. a head a day,
-and are installed in two excellent rooms on the third
-floor, comfortably furnished, fitted with electric bells and
-light, heated by hot water, and reached by a lift, while
-our wants are being ministered to by a cheerful white-capped
-chambermaid answering to the name of Dolores.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>With brains still jumbled by travel it is almost impossible
-to realise, in the midst of such up-to-date comfort,
-that we are really and actually in Majorca—an island
-that might, for all we knew to the contrary a few weeks
-ago, have proved an inhospitable rock. Memories recur of
-nights spent <i>en route</i> at Paris and Toulouse, and we go
-to the window half-expecting to see a vista of wide boulevards
-and to hear the familiar clanging of electric trams
-as they glide up and down some arcaded street of cafés
-and shopfronts.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>We are sharply recalled from such visions: a sea of
-pale yellow-ochre tiles, unbroken, though intersected by
-narrow crevasse-like streets, stretches down to a strip of
-brilliant blue water in the harbour below. On flat
-house tops lines of wet linen flap wildly in sun and wind.
-Jutting up above the mass of irregular roofs are fantastic
-turrets and aviaries, painted blue and red, the homes of
-innumerable pigeons now wheeling in flocks over the
-town, their wings singing as they cleave the air above
-our heads. From scattered belfrys and towers unmelodious
-bells clash out wildly for a few moments
-and then relapse into silence; and like a running
-accompaniment to the murmur of the streets is heard
-the gobble, gobble of many turkeys, and the bright eye
-of one of these birds is seen watching us fixedly through
-the Venetian shutters of a small upper room across the
-way. No, truly! this is all very unlike a northern city.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Majorca is in fact a stepping-stone between Europe
-and Africa, where the East and West—rather than the
-north and south of her geographical position—may be
-said to meet.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>She has had many masters in her day: the earliest
-colonists of whom we have any record were the sea-faring
-Rhodians, who were said to build “as though for
-eternity.” But not the faintest trace of their occupation
-survives. Their successors were the Carthaginians, who
-left footprints in Minorca by founding Mahon, the capital,
-the reputed birthplace of Hannibal. Then came the
-Romans, who in 123 <span class='fss'>B.C.</span> founded Palma and Pollensa;
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>Balearic slingers fought under Julius Cæsar in Gaul as
-they had done under Hannibal at Cannæ. Five hundred
-years later the islands were captured by the Vandals—were
-retaken by the Byzantine general Belisarius, and
-fell subsequently with the greater part of Spain into the
-hands of the Visigoths.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the eighth century came the resistless tide of the
-Saracens, who held the island for an uninterrupted
-period of nearly five hundred years, and might have kept
-it longer had they not strained the patience of their
-Christian neighbours to breaking point by their piratical
-habits. They had become such a menace to the marine
-commerce of Europe that the then Pope preached a
-crusade against the Balearic bandits, and an allied fleet
-sailed from Pisa and Catalonia in the twelfth century.
-The pirates’ nest was smoked out, Palma succumbing
-after a long and stubborn siege. The allies, however,
-proved unable to retain their prize, and the island
-relapsed to the Moors, who so far took their lesson to
-heart as to somewhat amend their ways.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But the great assault was yet to come. On Sept. 6,
-1229, Don Jaime I—King of Aragon and Count of
-Barcelona—destined to live in history by the title of
-<i>El Conquistador</i>, set sail for Palma with 150 galleys and
-18,000 soldiers, besides a great company of Spanish
-knights aflame with religious zeal, the lust of conquest,
-and the hope of glory. We are told that the Christian
-host encountered a great storm on the way, and that
-they were grievously sick before they landed near Porto
-Pi to the west of the town.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>Here the infidels attacked them, but were beaten back
-and besieged within the city, which fell some three
-months later after a desperate resistance, and was entered
-by the victorious Spanish army on December 31, 1229.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From that memorable day may be said to date modern
-Palma. Everything around one testifies to the break
-that separates the history of the town since the conquest
-from the old period of Arab domination. The names of
-the streets immortalise the Conqueror and succeeding
-sovereigns or notables of the invading race. The
-scutcheons that ornament the public buildings display the
-arms granted to Palma by Don Jaime—a castle in the
-sea, with a palm-tree issuant, quartered with the arms of
-Aragon and surmounted by the Bat, cognisance of the
-Counts of Barcelona.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The town houses of the aristocracy are the old palaces
-of the nine noble families whose ancestors accompanied
-the Conqueror and settled in the island. The Governor’s
-residence stands where did the Moorish sheikh’s palace;
-the Cathedral occupies the site of the principal mosque.
-So thorough were the invaders in destroying or converting
-to other uses the Moorish buildings, so fierce was their
-Christian zeal—“which spared not even stones”—that
-hardly a trace remains of the oriental Palma, that city
-crowned with minarets and peopled with 80,000 souls,
-which attained under the Moors a glory and magnificence
-that have never since been equalled.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>The Palma of the present day is a prosperous town of
-some 60,000 inhabitants. She has burst her ancient
-limits, and her eastern outskirts are thick with factories
-and windmills extending to the plain, while outside her
-western fortifications has sprung up a large residential
-suburb, and the wooded slopes above the bay are thronged
-for miles with villas and summer residences. Only the
-town that lies inside the walls is the old Palma, and this—in
-its main features—has probably altered little since
-the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-<div id='il8' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image025.jpg' alt='Puerta Santa Margarita' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The gateway by which Don Jaime is said to have made
-his triumphal entry into Palma in the year 1229.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_10'>10</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-<div id='il9' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image026.jpg' alt='Puerta Santa Catalina' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The Riéra is seen flowing beneath the bridge that leads
-from the gate of Santa Catalina to the suburb of the same
-name.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_9'>9</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>A wide thoroughfare divides the town into the upper
-and lower <i>Villas</i>, and starting from the harbour, takes a
-right angle near the Grand Hotel and makes its exit
-through the Porte Jésus in the north-west walls. This
-is the principal artery of the town, and was originally—like
-the Rambla of many another Spanish city—the bed
-by which the river found its way to the sea; but in the
-year 1403 a disastrous flood, causing the loss of hundreds
-of houses and lives, so alarmed the inhabitants that the
-river was turned from its course and conducted into the
-moat that surrounds the town. Spanish rivers are proverbial
-for their lack of water, and it is difficult to credit
-the Riéra—which in its normal state suggests nothing
-more dangerous than a gravel pit after rain—with such
-powers of destruction in bygone days.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The gigantic scale of Palma’s encircling fortifications
-may perhaps best be realised by a glance at the accompanying
-picture, where the Riéra is seen flowing beneath
-the bridge that leads from the gate of Santa Catalina to
-the suburb of the same name.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>The fortifications date from very different periods.
-The completed design of moat and rampart as it now
-stands was originated in the sixteenth century and
-only finished a hundred years ago; but remains of
-the old Moorish defences still exist, though they
-suffered severely in the great siege of 1229, and were
-strengthened and largely rebuilt by the Spanish conquerors.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A picturesque gateway on the north of the town, now
-called Santa Margarita, but dubbed by the Moors the
-Gate of the Christians, is pointed out as having been the
-one by which Don Jaime made his triumphant entry
-into Palma. This gateway, like the other survivals of
-the ancient fortifications, stands some way within the
-<i>Muralla</i> of the present day, which encompasses the
-town as with a raised highway—one might almost say a
-common, so incredibly vast are the earthworks within
-the walls. Hither the townsfolk ascend at evening to
-enjoy the sea breeze and the glorious view over land
-and sea. Cows graze peacefully along the ramparts,
-surrounded by children at play; and wheeling flights of
-pigeons execute aerial manœuvres overhead, while squads
-of new recruits march unendingly backwards and forwards
-from morning to night in the dry bed of the moat
-below, and the bastions re-echo the sharp words of
-command.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The moat on the eastern side is devoted to rope-making,
-and there men are seen walking backwards all
-day long, spinning as they go, and the dull thud of heavy
-mallets is heard as they beat out the bundles of esparto
-grass.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-<div id='il10' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image029.jpg' alt='View from the Grand Hotel' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>the</i> Plaza del Mercádo, <i>lying in the shadow of the
-old hexagonal tower of San Nicolas, and flanked by the
-great balconied house of the Zafortéza family</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_12'>12</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il11' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image030.jpg' alt='Sentry Box on the Ramparts' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>At intervals along the ramparts stand ancient sentry
-boxes of weathered sandstone</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_11'>11</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>On the southern ramparts overlooking the harbour and
-immediately beneath the cathedral, is the broad terraced
-walk that forms Palma’s most beautiful promenade. At
-intervals along the low parapet stand ancient sentry-boxes
-of weathered sandstone, and one looks past them
-out to sea, with a bird’s-eye view of the harbour and its
-shipping backed by the white suburb of Santa Catalina
-and the pinewoods of Bellver. Above us rise clustered
-houses, with here and there a group of slender palm-trees
-leaning from some garden, and crowning all stands
-the great cathedral, rich with pinnacles and flying
-buttresses, and turning to the harbour a cliff-like face of
-sandstone deep tanned by centuries of sun and sea.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Small wonder that the townspeople love to stroll on
-their beautiful <i>Muralla de Mar</i>. It is probably the only
-portion of the ramparts that will survive the work of
-destruction now proceeding—for the doom of the fortifications
-is sealed. The last part they played in history
-was during the Spanish war of succession in 1715, when
-Palma hotly espoused the cause of the Austrian archduke
-and was reduced by General Aspheld with an army of
-10,000 men. Modern science has rendered the old walls
-useless as a defence—modern hygiene considers them an
-undesirable barrier to fresh air.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>And so they are to go.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>For the last thirty years the work of pulling them down
-has proceeded with but occasional pauses from lack of
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>funds. Already a wide breach has been made on the
-side next the sea; to the north a large section of the
-moat has been filled in and converted into a square with
-gardens; and workmen are now engaged in throwing
-down the eastern walls. The outer casing of masonry is
-being gradually stripped off and the vast earthworks
-shovelled into the moat. To the onlooker it seems as if
-ants had been set to remove a mountain as he watches
-one trolley-load of rubbish after another slide down to
-the glacis below without making the slightest perceptible
-difference.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Yet it is only a question of a few years before walls and
-moat alike shall have vanished. Gone will be the old
-entrance gates with their scutcheons and turrets and
-their deep archways of black shadow where lurks the
-<i>douanier</i> watching for his prey. Gone will be the bridges
-with their ceaseless stream of passengers plying to and
-from the town. Gone—alas! will be one of Palma’s
-most picturesque features.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>A cheerful scene greets the eye of the stranger who
-starts out on a voyage of exploration the morning after
-his arrival at the Grand Hotel. Facing him, as he
-emerges into the street, is the <i>Plaza del Mercádo</i>, lying
-in the shadow of the old hexagonal tower of the church
-of San Nicolas, and flanked by the great balconied house
-of the Zafortéza family. If it happen to be a Saturday
-morning a busy throng is congregated on the square;
-the ground is strewn with displays of glass and crockery,
-of coarse green and brown pottery and graceful waterjars,
-while the sellers of young orange-trees, of toys and
-jewellery, of cheap rocking chairs and folding trestle
-bedsteads, vie with one another in attracting the attention
-of possible purchasers.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il12' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image033.jpg' alt='Patio with Banana Clump' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> patio <i>in some houses is merely a plain courtyard
-enclosed by whitewashed walls, with perhaps a clump of
-bananas growing in the centre</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il13' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image034.jpg' alt='Street in Palma' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Long flights of steps lead to the higher part of the town,
-some broad and shallow, the playground of innumerable
-boys</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_13'>13</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>Long flights of steps lead to the higher part of the
-town—some broad and shallow, the playground of innumerable
-boys; others steep and so narrow that the tall
-houses almost meet overhead.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The cobbled streets of the oldest and most aristocratic
-quarters of Palma resemble ravines, and are barely wide
-enough to admit of the passage of the heavy two-wheeled
-carts that come lumbering through, scraping either wall
-with their axles and compelling foot passengers to seek the
-shelter of the nearest archway. An oriental atmosphere
-of mystery hangs about the massive, fortress-like walls of
-the great houses that tower on either side, turning to the
-outer world a blank and inscrutable face of reserve that
-offers not the faintest indication of the life existing
-within. External windows are represented by a few
-heavily-barred apertures high overhead, but if you chance
-to find the great nail-studded <i>porte-cochère</i> standing open
-you are at perfect liberty to go in and look about
-you.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The universal plan of all the better houses is that
-inherited from the Arabs—of a <i>patio</i> or open courtyard
-in the centre of the building, from which a staircase
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>ascends to the dwelling rooms on the first floor. In
-some houses this <i>patio</i> consists of nothing more than
-a plain courtyard enclosed by whitewashed walls, with
-perhaps a clump of bananas growing in the centre; but
-in the palaces inhabited by the nobility and dating back
-some centuries the courtyard is frequently of great
-beauty and constitutes the chief architectural feature
-of the house.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The residence of the Oleza family in the <i>Calle de Moréy</i>
-has a fine courtyard in Rénaissance style; handsome
-pillars of red marble support the vaultings of the house,
-and the gallery that spans the marble staircase rests upon
-a wide flattened arch bearing the family coat of arms.
-The ground floor is devoted to stables, coach-house, and
-domestic offices, and in the court stands that characteristic
-feature of Moorish and Spanish <i>patios</i>—the well,
-from which the household draws its water supply. The
-bucket is lowered from a wrought-iron support in the
-form of a crozier, and on being brought up brimming its
-contents are upset into the font-shaped receptacle of
-stone close by, from which they flow through an orifice
-into the water jar placed on a slab below.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The palace of the Marquis de Vivot in the <i>Calle Zavella</i>
-is not as ancient as many another, dating as it does from
-the beginning of the eighteenth century only, but its
-<i>patio</i> is the largest in Palma and certainly one of the
-most beautiful. It is approached by fine <i>portes-cochères</i>
-and has in the centre a paved space where carriages
-stand at the foot of the great staircase. From eight
-beautiful marble columns spring the graceful arches that
-uphold the house, and in brilliant relief against the black
-shadows of the recess stands out the clear red of two
-immense oil-jars containing palms.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il14' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image037.jpg' alt='Patio with Well' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>In the court stands that characteristic feature of Moorish
-and Spanish</i> patios—<i>the well</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il15' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image038.jpg' alt='Patio in the Calle Zavella' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> patio <i>in the palace of the Marquis de Vivot is one
-of the most beautiful in Palma</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_14'>14</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>I am not competent to enter into the details of wrought
-work and sculpture with which the <i>patios</i> of Palma
-abound, but even to the visitor unversed in architecture
-a voyage of discovery in the older quarters is full
-of interest. The meanest back street may produce a
-richly-carved window frame or a staircase with a stone
-balustrade of quaint and original design. The <i>Calle de
-Sol</i> boasts a house front in purest Rénaissance style, five
-big windows on the first floor being wreathed in gargoyles
-and strange stone monsters.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the <i>Calle de la Almudaina</i> we come upon an ancient
-machicolated archway spanning the street. This once
-formed part of the wall that encircled the very kernel
-of the old Moorish city, and is the only survival of the
-five gateways that afforded entrance to the Citadel.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Not far from here is the equally ancient Moorish Bath,
-a small building some twenty feet square standing in an
-orange garden. It is in the Byzantine style, and is built
-of small bricks scarcely thicker than the intervening layers
-of mortar. The circular basin which no doubt occupied
-the floor of the building has disappeared, and the interior
-contains nothing but twelve much-worn pillars standing
-in a square, the eight centre ones supporting the cupola
-of the roof, while the four corner columns are by an
-ingenious—and I believe very unusual—arrangement
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>omitted from the circle and left standing back in the
-angles of the building.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>An air of incredible age pervades this blackened and
-cobwebbed relic of Islamism that lingers, unaltered and
-half forgotten, in the very heart of the Christian city.
-It forms—with the Almudaina arch and the signal tower
-of Porto Pi—the only authentic memorial of the race
-which occupied Majorca for a period of five hundred
-years.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>The churches of Palma are many. One of the oldest
-is that of Monte Sion, which is said to have adopted both
-the site and the name of a still older Jewish synagogue:
-as one skirts its walls, huge, blank, and dungeon-like,
-one is quite unprepared for its exquisite doorway—one of
-the richest pieces of sculpture in Palma. It is a fine
-specimen of rococo, dating from 1683, and constituting
-in its delicacy of detail and beauty of proportion one of
-the finest of the many beautiful church doors for which
-Palma is famed.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Scarcely less magnificent is the west front of the great
-church of San Francisco, with its immense doorway in
-late Rénaissance style, surmounted by an exquisite rose
-window. This church contains the tomb of a scion of a
-noble Catalonian house—the famous Rámon Lull, warrior,
-scholar, and saint—who in the reign of Jaime II. founded
-a college for the instruction of twelve monks in oriental
-tongues, and was himself martyred in Algeria by the
-infidels whom he went forth to convert. His body was
-secured by some Genoese fishermen, who set sail for
-Italy with their precious burden; but when off the coast
-of Majorca their boat refused to advance till the martyr’s
-body was brought on shore, where it was laid to rest in
-its native soil by the monks of San Francisco.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il16' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image041.jpg' alt='Arab Baths' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>An air of incredible age pervades this blackened and cobwebbed
-relic of Islamism</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il17' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image042.jpg' alt='Door of Montesion Church' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The exquisite doorway of Montesion is one of the richest
-pieces of sculpture in Palma.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>The tomb is a beautiful Gothic monument of red
-marble, but the effigy of Rámon Lull, surrounded by
-fretted canopies and fantastic heraldic beasts, is only
-dimly visible in the deep gloom of the church.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A trap door leads down to an immense crypt, where a
-huddled-up human skeleton is pointed out and the story
-told of a bloody tragedy enacted in the church in the year
-1490. Two of Palma’s greatest families were at deadly
-feud, and while attending the ceremonies of the <i>Jour des
-Morts</i>, upon some slight pretext came to blows. The
-church became a slaughter-house, and before swords were
-sheathed more than three hundred dead and wounded
-were left on the field of battle.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Whether the skeleton in the crypt is one of those that
-fell that memorable day may be doubted; but it is not
-improbable, for the church and its monastery were
-founded shortly after the conquest—by monks of the
-order of St. Francis of Assisi—and were from earliest
-times one of the chief places of burial for the nobility.
-The walls of the adjoining cloisters are thick with
-scutcheons and memorial tablets to those who were once
-the greatest in the land.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>A beautiful colonnade of slender Gothic pillars encloses
-the monks’ garden, where two geese—sole occupants of
-the <i>Paradiso</i>—chatter angrily at the intruder. No other
-sound but the soft rustlings of palm branches and the
-whispers of the wind in the orange-trees breaks the
-silence of the long galleries and deserted cells.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From the upper corridor with its broken pavement
-chequered with dazzling patches of sunshine one looks out
-from under the deep overshadowing eaves to where the
-cathedral spires rise dim and distant across half the city.
-The atmosphere of infinite peace that pervades these
-cloisters—the sense of seclusion, although so near the
-busy life outside the walls—must have appealed deeply
-to the brown-frocked friars who once paced these
-beautiful walks “revolving many memories.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Bitter must have been the day of expulsion when this
-monastery, like all the others in the island, was suppressed
-in 1835.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The church of San Nicolas contains a statue of Santa
-Catalina, a Majorcan saint of great fame, and—incorporated
-in the outer wall, is the rock on which she was sitting in
-the bed of the Riéra at the moment when she was
-informed of her admission into the convent of St. Magdalen.
-The interiors of these southern churches are so
-dark that it is with difficulty possible to make out the
-statues that occupy the side chapels; here may be seen a
-black Madonna and child of miraculous power; there a
-group of saints laden with ex-votos in the shape of flat
-silver images of men and women and models of human
-limbs, hung upon their arms by grateful devotees; in
-another niche is a life-sized Christ upon the cross—wearing
-a fringed crimson petticoat to the knees and
-a broad silver girdle with a bunch of artificial roses stuck
-in it, while matted locks of real hair straggle out from
-beneath the crown of thorns.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il18' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image045.jpg' alt='Cloisters of S. Francisco' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>In the ancient monastery of S. Francisco a beautiful
-colonnade of slender gothic pillars encloses the monks’
-garden</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_18'>18</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il19' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image046.jpg' alt='Cloisters, Upper Corridor' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>From the upper corridor one looks out to where the
-cathedral spires rise dim and distant across half the city.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_18'>18</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>In the Cathedral the darkness is so intense by contrast
-with the blinding light outside that it is some considerable
-time before one’s eyes become sufficiently accustomed to
-the gloom to perceive the details of the rich interior.
-The roof of the nave rises 150 feet above the level of the
-pavement, and is divided from the side aisles by fourteen
-great columns 70 feet in height, slender and stately as the
-shafts of forest trees. High overhead—where the delicate
-ribs of the vaulting cross—are carved the armorial shields
-of knights, who for this privilege paid heavy sums in
-bygone days towards the building of the church. Eight
-chapels, gorgeous with statues and gilding, occupy either
-side aisle, and above them are Gothic windows—so little
-suited to this land of fierce light that they have had to be
-bricked up, with the exception of a few tiny apertures
-through which the sun shoots golden arrows. The faint
-light that penetrates the rich rose windows above the
-choir lies in jewelled stains upon the pavement, and does
-little to dispel the solemn gloom.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From the dim east end, far away, where wreaths of
-incense rise and the high altar is outlined in brilliant
-points of light, comes the distant chanting of priests
-and the response of choir boys—and suddenly a great
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>rush of harmony fills the cathedral as the voice of the
-organ sinks and swells like a storm-wind among the
-columns, and dies trembling away in the uttermost
-recesses of the great building.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Worshippers move to and fro in constant succession;
-men spread their handkerchiefs upon the stone floor and
-remain upon their knees in prayer, wholly oblivious of
-the coming and going around them. Women, dressed in
-deepest black, kneel motionless at the <i>grilles</i> of the
-various chapels, where lamps burn with a dull red spark
-before the image of saint or Saviour. A stately <i>Suisse</i> in
-wig and gown paces up and down and receives the visitor
-desirous of seeing the treasures of the sacristy; here are
-exhibited heavy silver candelabra, embroidered vestments,
-jewelled crosses, and reliquaries—and in company
-with these may be seen, bedizened with tawdry velvet
-and sham ermine, the mummified body of Majorca’s
-second king, Don Jaime II., who died in the year
-1311.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was in the old church of Santa Eulalia, not far
-away, that in 1256 a general assembly was called to
-proclaim this Don Jaime—the second son of the Conqueror—heir
-to the crown of Majorca, his elder brother’s
-inheritance being the throne of Aragon, which carried
-with it a merely nominal suzerainty over the island
-kingdom. Before long, however, a dispute arose over the
-terms of allegiance due to the King of Aragon, and in
-1285 Don Jaime was dispossessed of his kingdom by
-Alfonso III. for thirteen years, after which time it was
-restored to him by the usurper’s son, and retained till his
-death.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il20' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image049.jpg' alt='Staircase of Private House' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> patios <i>of Palma abound in sculpture and wrought-iron
-work</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il21' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image050.jpg' alt='Street of the Almudaina' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The machicolated archway spanning the street of the
-Almudaina is the only survival of the five gateways that
-afforded entrance to the Citadel.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_15'>15</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>He was succeeded by his son Sancho, who died without
-children, and the crown then passed to his uncle, the
-fourth son of the Conqueror, and through him to Don
-Jaime III., the last King of Majorca, who fell upon the
-field of Lluchmayor in 1349, in a last attempt to regain
-the crown wrested from him by Pedro IV. of Aragon.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>So ended—within little more than a hundred years of
-its creation—the independent monarchy founded by Jaime
-the Conqueror, and the islands have from that time been
-incorporated with the kingdom of Aragon.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the fine sixteenth-century town hall is preserved a
-full-length portrait of the Conqueror, which represents
-him as a grave-faced man with a pointed beard and hair
-cut square upon the shoulders, robed in crimson mantle,
-ermine collar, crown, and sword. For many centuries it
-was the custom to celebrate the anniversary of the
-capture of Palma by exhibiting this portrait outside
-the town hall, surmounted by the royal standard of
-Aragon and surrounded by the portraits of eminent
-Majorcans.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>The town contains innumerable other features of
-interest, but before leaving this portion of my subject I
-must not omit a mention of the <i>Lónja</i>—the Exchange—a
-large building standing near the harbour, and one of the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>first objects to attract the attention of the traveller as he
-nears the quay. Its keep-like walls and turreted parapets
-are usually the subject of much admiration, but I must
-confess that to us the great building seemed too symmetrically
-square and too conspicuously new to awaken
-in us any enthusiasm for its exterior.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Severely rectangular it undoubtedly is—but its appearance
-of newness is misleading, for it dates from the
-fifteenth century, when it was the custom for Spanish
-towns to vie with one another in the splendour of their
-Exchanges; its claim, therefore, to be one of the finest
-<i>Lónjas</i> in Spain is a legitimate source of pride.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is said to have been begun in 1409, when the
-merchants of Palma, having rendered the King of Aragon
-great aid in the conquest of Sardinia, received permission
-to levy a tax on all the outgoing and incoming wares of
-foreigners and pirate persons; and so large was the sum
-accruing from this protective toll that after applying part
-of it to the defence of their commerce at sea they devoted
-the remainder to building this splendid Exchange—a
-testimony to future generations of the extent and prosperity
-of Palma’s trade in the Middle Ages.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The interior is extremely striking, containing nine
-fluted and twisted columns of great height, their delicate
-groinings spreading in palm-like tracery over the roof.
-The building has long been disused, and the light that
-enters as the shutters are flung wide of the great windows
-looking out to sea discloses nothing but some old
-paintings upon the walls and a jumble of sculptured
-fragments piled upon the stone seats that surround
-the hall.</p>
-
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il22' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image053.jpg' alt='Lonja' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The interior of the Lonja—Palma’s ancient Exchange—contains
-six fluted columns of great height</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_22'>22</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il23' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image054.jpg' alt='Door of S. Francisco' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The great church of S. Francisco has a doorway in late
-Rénaissance style</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_16'>16</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>It will perhaps be thought strange that a town so
-comparatively easy of access as Palma, and possessing
-so much to attract the artist and the antiquarian, should
-be so little known to the world at large. Yet if we reflect
-how small a distance from the beaten track will suffice to
-deflect ninety-nine per cent of the travelling public, it is no
-subject for wonder that Majorca is still an unknown isle.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A certain number of travellers pass through Palma on
-their way to and from Algiers, but the island in general
-is as yet barely aware of the existence of the tourist, and
-he is quite a recent institution even in Palma itself, where
-the opening of the Grand Hotel three years ago may be
-said to have inaugurated a new era.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Viewed in the light of a tourist resort the old town is
-so far behind the times that she brings me in mind of
-some old-fashioned châtelaine who with dignity offers her
-guests of her best, without in any way altering her mode
-of life to suit the standard of modern requirements. I
-can recall but two shopkeepers in Palma who knew any
-language but Spanish, and at the Bank a special clerk is
-hastily summoned if an Englishman chances to enter the
-door. An English church—the earliest sign of a recurring
-visitors’ season—is as yet only represented by a
-mission-room in the suburb of Santa Catalina, where the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>Church of England service is read every Sunday by a
-Wesleyan minister.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>To the globe-trotter it will come as a surprise to find
-that he is no longer under the world-wide ægis of Thomas
-Cook, and that that name by which he has hitherto conjured
-conveys nothing whatever to a Majorcan official.
-The foreigner who visits the remoter villages of the
-interior is still looked upon as something of a curiosity;
-he will have to drive in native carriages, live on native
-food, and bid a temporary farewell to that cosmopolitan
-standard of comfort provided for all who travel the world’s
-highways. But he will at least be sure of one thing—an
-unfailing welcome by an island race noted for its charming
-manners.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>I think the courtesy of the natives is one of the first
-things to strike the new-comer in Palma. Many a time
-as we rambled about the labyrinthine streets of the town
-did a Spanish lady come out of her way to ask if she could
-be of any use in directing us; in any difficulty you may
-apply without hesitation to one of the common soldiers
-with which the town swarms, and with all the instinct of
-a well-bred man he will immediately do his utmost to be
-of assistance, nor would his own colonel more deeply resent
-the inference of inferiority conveyed by the offer of a tip.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The bow with which a native gentleman asks you to
-enter his <i>patio</i> and photograph what you will is only
-equalled by that of the peasant who rises from table at a
-wayside cottage to ask the passing stranger to be seated
-and to share his meal.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>In a country where manners cease to form a distinction
-between the classes social intercourse becomes easy and
-natural. A market-woman will enter the democratic
-tram, dragging with her an unmanageable and overflowing
-basket, and the gentleman seated next her will without
-hesitation accept half of it on his knees, hand it after her
-when she rises, and raise his hat as she turns to thank
-him. There is neither thought of condescension on his
-part nor of presumption on hers.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>School attendance is not compulsory in Majorca, and
-many of the peasants with whom we came in contact
-were wholly illiterate; yet in no instance had the proverbial
-twopence extra for manners been spared in their
-education. I remember how when talking to a muleteer we
-once regretted our inability to speak Spanish more fluently.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“Ah, but the Señora speaks well!” he said quickly;
-“think how difficult I should find it if it was I who had
-to learn <em>her</em> language!” And an old man chimed in,
-“And I, Señora, cannot even write!”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The <i>patois</i> spoken by the peasants is a dialect composed
-of the old Catalonian tongue alloyed with a strong
-dash of Provençal French, and it bears very little resemblance
-to the Spanish of Castile, which became the
-language of the educated classes after the union of
-Ferdinand and Isabella. The latter is, however, the
-tongue taught in the schools, and the stranger who can
-speak “castelláno” will find himself understood throughout
-the Balearic Islands, barring by a few of the older
-and more illiterate peasants.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>The people of Palma are so little accustomed to
-Spanish-speaking foreigners that some of the shopkeepers
-cannot be brought to mention the price of an article to
-their customers, but persist in counting out the required
-sum into their own hand and exhibiting it in dumb show—to
-the exasperation of a certain German lady who
-objected to being “treated like a child.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The shopping expeditions of more or less speechless
-tourists must necessarily be productive of many a laughable
-incident, yet I never saw a native betray the slightest
-amusement at the mistakes committed; I have indeed
-had my hand wrung with heartfelt sympathy by a good
-woman to whom I was struggling to explain myself.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The chief shopping centre for visitors is perhaps the
-<i>Platería</i>—a narrow street occupied by working silver-smiths—where
-gold and silver chains are measured off
-and sold by the palm, and bits of old enamel and peasant
-jewellery, in the shape of antique pendants and crosses,
-are displayed in the little windows. Amongst the most
-fascinating objects are clusters of silver-gilt buttons set
-with amethyst and garnet, such as are worn by the
-countrywomen on <i>fête</i> days, and dozens of minute silver
-charms representing baskets, lanterns, tubs, and other
-familiar objects, reduced to the scale of a mouse’s belongings;
-while hanging everywhere, of all sizes and
-shapes, are the silver chain purses used by every
-Majorcan, and exported by the thousand—to be sold at
-double the price by fashionable jewellers in London.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Few foreigners leave Palma without a souvenir in the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>form of a piece of old-fashioned faïence or majolica—the
-latter an imitation of the Arab lustre ware—manufactured
-at the neighbouring <i>fabrique</i>, along with the pretty glazed
-tiles, originally introduced from Valencia, with which the
-Majorcans face the steps of their staircases. Other local
-industries include lace-making and embroidery, basket-weaving,
-the plaiting of complicated string seats and
-backs to the native chairs, tanning and shoemaking—in
-which latter branch a large export trade is carried on
-with South America. Shoes are cheap, and it is quite
-noticeable how neatly shod the Majorcans of all classes
-are.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The Majorcans are good workers, and their charges
-moderate. The scale of wages is low, but so is the cost
-of living, and it would be difficult to find a more contented
-and prosperous-looking race than these islanders.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Extreme cleanliness is one of their most salient characteristics;
-they are noted too for their good looks, and
-it is indeed rare to find a plain face among them; and
-this, combined with a sensible, cheerful expression and
-a natural talent for effective colouring in dress, renders
-them a remarkably picturesque and attractive people. The
-country girls still retain the muslin coif, or <i>rebosillo</i>, which
-once formed the universal female headgear, but in Palma
-this has given way to a handkerchief worn somewhat far
-back on the head over beautifully dressed hair.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Scarlet skirts are much in vogue among the working
-classes, but, on the whole, soft half-tones are preferred
-to the primary colours, and a crowd of market-women
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>presents a gay kaleidoscopic scene in which lemon-yellows,
-sage-greens, salmon-pinks, brown-reds, and turquoise
-blues are worn side by side with charming and harmonious
-effect.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>In the early morning the big market-place in the upper
-town is the <i>rendezvous</i> of countless housewives, bargaining
-busily, basket on arm, for the day’s provisions.
-Under the long arcades bordering the cobbled square are
-installed the sellers of fruit and vegetables, with plaited
-ropes of garlic, pans of fresh olives, strings of scarlet
-capsicums and bitter tomatoes, hampers of newly picked
-oranges, bunches of pale Majorcan dates and still paler
-bananas, and masses of figs turned out <i>en bloc</i> from big
-rush baskets lined with leaves. A neighbouring booth
-supplies flat fig cakes stuffed with almonds and aniseed,
-and slices of dark red <i>Carne de Membrillo</i>—an excellent
-quince preserve, in consistency like damson cheese.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From the fish market, where the morning’s catch is
-displayed upon marble slabs, rises a very babel of voices.
-Loud and shrill is the clamour of the fishwives as they
-detain the passer-by with a scaly hand, and seek to
-repair the mischief with a no less scaly apron. Crabs and
-lobsters lie sprawling upon their backs, and wave stemmy
-legs amongst marine creatures never seen upon a hotel
-table—giant shell-fish, octopuses lying in knotted heaps,
-jelly-like squids, ugly thorny monsters who are all head,
-and gorgeous little fishes coloured like macaws—scarlet,
-blue, yellow, or glittering with metallic greens and
-reds.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il28' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image061.jpg' alt='Girl Wearing the Rebosillo' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The country girls still retain the pretty muslin coif or</i>
-rébosillo....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_27'>27</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il29' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image062.jpg' alt='Ivizan Hound' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>These dogs can boast a longer pedigree than any dogs
-under the sun, for they are descended from the hunting dogs
-of the old Egyptians</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_29'>29</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>By midday all will have been sold, and the market
-square given up to tall, cadaverous-looking dogs that
-saunter round the deserted stalls and pick up what
-fragments remain. Gaunt, listless, and apparently
-starving, these dogs of Palma attract the attention of
-every new-comer; and thanks to a fellow-guest at the
-Grand Hotel, our own interest in them was specially
-aroused. This Swiss scientist had come to Majorca to
-study the domestic animals of the island, and the result
-of his researches had proved a theory he had long held—that
-somewhere on the shores of the Mediterranean
-would be found descendants of the dogs of ancient
-Egypt.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>This island breed, known locally as Iviza dogs—but
-dubbed by the unappreciative foreigner “degenerate
-greyhounds” and “pariahs”—can boast a longer pedigree
-than any dogs under the sun, for they are descended
-from the much-prized hunting dogs of the old Egyptians.
-Introduced ages ago by Greek or Phœnician colonists,
-they are now peculiar to the Balearics, where they are
-found in great numbers.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>They are the size of a large greyhound, with smooth
-coats usually yellow and white. Nothing will fatten
-them: the pampered favourite of a great house is as lean
-as his scavenging <i>confrère</i> of the market-place, and, like
-him, he wears a look of melancholy weariness not unfitting
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>an old, old race that has existed since the dawn
-of history. The chief characteristic of the breed is their
-long, pointed ears, which when pricked stand stiffly erect,
-and never droop as do those of the somewhat similar
-hounds imported from Algeria and Morocco. These ears,
-with the long, narrow muzzle, give the dogs a striking
-resemblance to the jackal-headed god Anubis of Egyptian
-sculpture.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>They are mild, timid creatures, quite useless as watchdogs,
-but popular as pets, and—like their original
-ancestors—much valued for purposes of the chase.
-Landowners keep them for coursing hares and rabbits,
-of which they catch extraordinary quantities; and so
-devoted are the dogs to this sport that those belonging
-to peasants on large estates have frequently to be
-hobbled, and are seen wearing steel bracelets on their
-fore and hind leg, connected with a light chain.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Another interesting relic of a bygone race is seen in
-the survival in the Balearics—so our Swiss professor
-pointed out—of the Greek type of horse familiar to
-travellers who have seen the statues of Balbus—<i>père et
-fils</i>—in the Naples Museum. These animals are not
-very common, but here and there one comes across a
-horse differing utterly from the prevailing Andalusian
-type. Round and compact, often black in colour, and
-with stiff mane and tail, these horses have a remarkably
-arched crest and a slightly convex outline of nose—the
-profile of head and neck being represented rather by the
-segment of a circle than by the right angle formed at the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>apex of the skull by the lines of the slender Spanish
-horse.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>Mules are largely used in the Balearics, Majorca being
-especially celebrated for its breed. They are big, handsome
-animals, unusually docile, owing to the gentle
-treatment they receive, and a good pair of carriage mules
-is more sought after and more valuable than is a pair of
-the best Continental horses. Nearly all the carriages of
-the Palma gentry are drawn by fast-trotting mules, and
-towards evening a perfect procession of <i>galarétas</i> wends
-its way westward along the sea road, each with its match
-pair of strong, sure-footed beasts that make nothing of
-the hills to be encountered.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Half an hour’s drive along this road brings one to the
-wooded knoll beyond Santa Catalina, on which stands
-the old castle of Bellver, a well-preserved thirteenth-century
-fortress, whose yellow walls rise above the
-surrounding pines, foursquare and stately. In olden
-days it was used as a residence by the Kings of Majorca—in
-later times it served as a state prison—and now it
-stands empty, the last use it was put to having been as
-an astronomical station for the English expedition which
-went out to Palma in 1905 to observe the solar eclipse.
-From the grounds round the castle a most lovely view of
-the town is obtained through the pine-trees, and it is
-amongst these woods that a new hotel is now being
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>built, to be opened this year under the name of
-Hotel Victoria. It will be under the same management
-as the Grand Hotel in Palma, and being connected with
-the town by a service of trams it will no doubt prove
-extremely popular with visitors who prefer life amid
-country surroundings.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A mile or so beyond Bellver we come to the little
-harbour of Porto Pi, the mouth of the creek guarded by
-an old Moorish signal tower, now converted into a lighthouse,
-though still used for signalling purposes.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is not till we get beyond Porto Pi that we reach
-the real country and find ourselves amongst olives and
-asphodel; and here the Spanish ladies descend from
-their carriages and stroll bareheaded along the road—the
-only form of exercise in which they indulge. The
-Majorcan roads are upon the whole very good, though
-dusty in dry weather; and they are kept in far better
-repair than one would be led to expect from watching the
-leisurely procedure of the <i>Péon caminéro</i>, who brings
-stones and earth upon the scene in small basketfuls,
-moistens them with a watering-pot, and stamps them in
-patiently with a small rammer. When, however, he has
-occasion to spread road metal in greater quantities he
-takes a high hand with the public, and procuring large
-boulders he arranges them on alternate sides of the road,
-so as to compel passing vehicles to drive over the fresh
-stone; he is considerate enough to remove these
-stumbling-blocks at nightfall, but it is a ludicrous sight
-to see a whole string of smart carriages twisting in and
-out of these obstacles as if in a driving competition, in
-obedience to the arbitrary behest of the road-maker.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il32' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image067.jpg' alt='Patio in Bellver Castle' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The Castle of Bellver is a thirteenth century fortress, and
-has a circular</i> patio <i>with an upper and lower colonnade</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_31'>31</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il33' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image068.jpg' alt='In the Garden of Raxa' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>At the château of Raxa the grounds are laid out in
-Italian fashion, with orange and cypress terraces, and
-splendid flights of marble steps.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_35'>35</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>The almost universal type of native carriage is the
-<i>galaréta</i>, a light-running covered vehicle, in appearance
-not unlike a baker’s cart on four wheels. The hinder
-part is entered from the rear, and is seated like a wagonette;
-there is a window on either side, and another
-dividing it from the broad hooded seat in front on which
-the driver sits.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>To the foreigner these covered carriages appear intensely
-uncomfortable; if he be above the medium height
-his head comes in irritating contact with the roof; he can
-see hardly anything of the landscape from the windows,
-and he never ceases to marvel at the natives who can
-pack themselves in incredible numbers into one of these
-little-eases and emerge unruffled and cheerful at the end
-of a long drive. Yet it must be admitted that in its own
-country the <i>galaréta</i> possesses several distinct advantages
-over the open carriage; its occupants are indifferent to sun
-and rain, and can protect themselves from both dust and
-wind; on the hottest summer’s day a draught can be
-created by lowering the glasses and drawing the Venetian
-shutters with which each window is fitted, while upon
-the homeward drive the chilly night air can be as easily
-excluded.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Like all Southerners the Majorcans dread the change of
-temperature that takes place at sundown, and towards
-evening they wrap themselves in cloaks and mufflers,
-while the fearless foreigner sits out on a terrace to
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>enjoy the sunset and is extremely indignant at waking
-next morning with a sore throat.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In a land where the new-born year is so amazingly
-precocious it is difficult to remember that in England he
-is still in his white swaddling clothes; by the end of
-January the plain around Palma is decked with miles of
-almond orchards in full bloom, their faint scent filling
-the air and their laden branches covering the country
-with billowy white masses. The wind has forestalled
-the date of the Carnival, and his last night’s Battle of
-Flowers has flung deep drifts of snowy confetti upon the
-sprouting wheat beneath the trees. But there are still
-snow-caps on the blue hills away to the north, and a
-sudden rattling storm of hail reminds us that even in
-Majorca Spring is not yet fully enthroned.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>By February a vast expanse of young wheat has
-clothed the land in a garment of the crudest Pre-Raphaelite
-green—almost startling in its intensity when
-seen in contrast with sea or sky.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>By the first week in March new potatoes and green
-peas are in the market, the orchards are knee-deep in
-beans, and the whole island is fragrant with bean blossom.
-In the carob groves—where the knotted trunks and
-twisted limbs of the old trees cast strange shadows
-on the swaying corn—are purple anemones, pink
-gladiolus, and a blue shimmer of honey-scented grape-hyacinths.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The long days of unbroken sunshine are now devoted
-to excursions into the surrounding country, and visitors
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>begin to leave the town in which they have wintered and
-to roam further afield.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A favourite drive is to the neighbouring Château of
-Raxa, a country seat belonging to the Count of Montenegro,
-where the grounds are laid out in Italian fashion with
-orange and cypress terraces, stone vases and statues, and
-splendid flights of marble steps. Roses, violets, freesias,
-and heliotrope were in full bloom in the gardens on
-March 3rd, and the women engaged on the orange
-harvest handed down to us branches heavy with fragrant
-golden fruit. Oranges are nothing accounted of in
-Majorca, and lemons are looked upon as so far below
-all price that they are given one for the asking, any idea
-of payment being vigorously scouted.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The road to Raxa runs for many miles through a red
-plain given up to olive culture; whether it is the soil
-of Majorca that is responsible for the extraordinary
-grotesqueness of the olive-trees I cannot say, but they
-resemble nothing I have ever seen in other lands.
-Stretching away in quaint perspective on either hand
-are distorted grey forms suggestive of an enchanted
-forest; many of the old trees stand on a kind of tripod
-formed by the splitting and shrinking of their own trunk;
-here a hoary veteran of many centuries has wound himself
-into an excellent imitation of a corkscrew; a group
-of twisted crones appears to gossip together with uplifted
-hands, while two sprawling wrestlers are locked as in a
-death-struggle in each other’s arms. Here squats a
-gnarled mass like nothing so much as a gigantic toad;
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>there a boa-constrictor twines itself in folds about its
-prey, and an antediluvian monster stoops to examine with
-interest the strange human insect that has adventured
-itself within reach.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>So endless are the variations of form assumed by these
-extraordinary trees, so fascinating is each fresh discovery,
-that one wanders on and on, like children in a bewitched
-wood, and a determined effort of will is required to tear
-oneself away from such a scene and return to the carriage
-awaiting one on the prosaic high-road.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>The same weird olive groves will be found on the way
-to Alaró, a small inland town lying at the foot of the
-mountains, near which are the ruins of the castle—famous
-in Majorcan history—which one morning in
-March we set out by rail to visit.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Majorcan trains are not fashionable in their hours,
-and it was little after daybreak that we steamed out of
-the Palma station and glided away through richly
-cultivated fields of beans and wheat, where pleasant
-homesteads stood embowered in almond orchards and
-fat yellow lemons bobbed over the garden walls. As the
-line approaches the mountains the country becomes
-wilder and more open; vast undulating expanses of
-stony red ground are being slowly ploughed by mule
-teams, and miles upon miles of fig-trees cast a white
-shimmer over the plain—their leafless branches so pale
-as in the distance to resemble blossoming orchards. The
-dark glistening green of carob groves contrasts vividly
-with the feathery grey of the olive, and as a background
-to the scene a dark belt of pine-trees crowns the red slope
-and stands out in brilliant relief against the indigo blue
-ranges of the Sierra.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il36' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image073.jpg' alt='Curious Olive-Tree' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>an antediluvian monster stoops to examine the
-strange human insect that has adventured itself within
-reach</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_36'>36</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il37' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image074.jpg' alt='Gate-Tower at Alaró Castle' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>One enters the precincts of the old fortress of Alaró
-through a Moorish gate-tower with a curious double
-archway</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_38'>38</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>Within an hour we descend at Consell and change to
-the branch line forming the connection with Alaró; a
-small tram was awaiting us outside the station, and this
-proved to be the branch line. No road was in sight, but
-the tram lines vanished into an endless perspective of
-beanfields, and through these we were slowly drawn
-by two horses harnessed tandem fashion. Our only
-fellow-travellers in the tiny front compartment—reserved
-for the rich who could afford to pay threepence—were a
-couple of buxom market-women, most deeply interested
-in our appearance.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Quaint things happen so easily in Majorca that we
-were not much surprised on reaching Alaró when the
-tram conductor got down, shouldered our camera and the
-heavy luncheon basket, and without a word marched
-away towards the village inn as though it were his
-business in life to conduct strange ladies there. Setting
-rocking chairs for us among the wine barrels, he lit a
-cigar and proceeded to assist in the saddling of the two
-donkeys that had been ordered overnight for our ascent
-to the castle of Alaró. One was a riding donkey for my
-companion, the other a pack animal to carry our impedimenta,
-its pack saddle being furnished with panniers and
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>fitted with the native breeching strap—a wooden contrivance
-shaped like a Cupid’s bow, which fits across the
-donkey’s hind legs and rubs off all the hair.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Away we started in brilliant sunshine with an old man
-and a boy in attendance, and turning into a narrow track
-between stone walls we followed a babbling torrent through
-carob and orange gardens and began to wind up the hillside
-by a steep zigzag path. Innumerable sheep-bells
-tinkled among the olive yards, and the voice of a herdsman
-rang out in a Gregorian chant from far up the
-heights where he tended his goats among holm oak and
-pine. Sheer above us towered the perpendicular red
-scarp of the cliff on which the castle stands, a small
-white speck upon its edge the <i>Hospedéria</i> of the summit.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A couple of hours’ stiff climb brings one to the back of
-the cliff, and scaling a rough rock staircase one enters
-the precincts of the old fortress through a Moorish gate
-tower with a curious double archway—the outer arch
-being round-headed and the inner one pointed.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Like a great wedge of cheese with straight cut sides
-does the cliff of Alaró stand out into the plain; its perpendicular
-front rises sheer in a terrific precipice, its only
-approach a steep ascent commanded by a fortified tower.
-Small need to be told that by assault the castle was
-impregnable; but it was subdued by siege and starvation
-in 1285, when Alfonso the Beneficent of Aragon warred
-with Jaime II. of Majorca. What followed the surrender
-of Alaró is known to every Majorcan; the Conqueror,
-exasperated by the vain but most gallant defence of the
-castle, had its two governors burnt alive at the stake in
-the presence of his whole army.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il38' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image077.jpg' alt='Curious Olive-Tree' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Many of the old olive trees stand on a kind of tripod
-formed by the splitting and shrinking of their own
-trunk.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_35'>35</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il39' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image078.jpg' alt='Curious Olive-Tree' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>running a nightmare race with each foot rooted to
-the ground</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_35'>35</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>So perished the heroes Cabrit and Bassa, leaving their
-names to be handed down through the centuries as the
-names of men who died loyal to their king at a time when
-the greater part of the island had gone over to the usurper.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>When Majorca again came into the hands of the legitimate
-line the ashes of the canonised heroes were placed
-in an urn and deposited beneath an altar in Palma
-Cathedral, where they remain to this day; and every
-succeeding generation hears from childhood up the stirring
-tale of how the two patriots fought and how they died.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The little oratory of Our Lady of Refuge stands upon
-the summit of the cliff, and no doubt originated as the
-chapel of the fortress. Subsequently it became a
-renowned sanctuary, and attached to it, as is usual in
-Majorca, is a small <i>hospéderia</i>, or hostelry, where pilgrims
-and visitors can obtain a night’s shelter. The view from
-this point is worth coming far to see; unrolled like a map
-at one’s feet, far, far below, is the great southern plain,
-from the Bay of Palma on the west, where the dark mass
-of the cathedral still shows just visible above the faint
-haze enveloping the city, to the glittering Bay of Alcúdia
-upon the far east coast. All the cities of the plain—Inca,
-Benisalém, La Puebla, Múro, and Lluchmayór, lie outspread
-before us. Behind us, range upon range, are the
-wooded slopes of the Sierra, the topmost peaks still
-crowned with snow; threads of quicksilver flash down
-the mountainsides, and valley, plain, and hill alike are
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>enveloped in a grey sea of olive-trees, dwarfed by distance
-to the semblance of lavender bushes.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Some idea of the height of the rock on which we stand
-is obtained by dropping a stone over the edge; peering
-over the abyss as we lay full length on the ground we
-launched a small boulder into space, and, watch in hand,
-timed its descent.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“One, two, three,” the seconds ticked away, and still
-the stone fell, though to our eyes it appeared already to
-have reached the olive groves; “four, five, six,” and not
-till now did a dull crash come up from below to tell us
-that the stone was at its journey’s end. We arose
-cautiously and walked back along the very centre of the
-cliff, feeling in every nerve that were we to stumble
-nothing could save us from covering fully thirty feet in
-our fall and disappearing over the edge of the precipice.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Rejoining our donkeys, we set off on our downward
-ride. Midway we were overtaken by a party of boisterous
-young men who tore down the mountainside laughing
-and shouting, gave us a breathless good-day in passing,
-and vanished with giant strides down a precipitous shortcut,
-apparently intent on breaking their necks. We
-looked on aghast, but our guides evidently considered
-it no abnormal way of descending a mountain.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“Going downhill no one is old,” says the island proverb
-reassuringly; no doubt the subsequent stiffness of our
-own knees was the result of not having gone down
-sufficiently fast.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>The Palma carnival differs so greatly from that function
-as celebrated on the Riviera as to be worthy of mention.
-There the tourist element and its accompanying ostentation
-of wealth are the most conspicuous features of the
-performance. Here, in Palma, all this is wholly lacking,
-and the carnival has retained its native character to a
-truly refreshing degree. It is essentially a people’s
-festival, with hardly a foreigner present.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From three o’clock in the afternoon till late at night
-the whole town is <i>en fête</i>; all the shops are shut, and the
-shop people sit in merry groups before their doors; the
-balconies overlooking the Borne are crowded, and the wide
-Borne itself is a seething throng of people on foot sauntering
-up and down, and chaffing one another in high good-humour.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The troops—of which five or six thousand are quartered
-at Palma—send a large contingent to the crowd of
-holiday-makers; infantrymen in long, blue coats,
-crimson trousers, and bright green gloves, mingle with
-pretty girls in kerchief and <i>rebosillo</i>, whose hair is
-powdered thick with coloured confetti. Here is an old
-peasant, come in from the country, wearing under his hat
-a handkerchief wound round his head in the style of his
-Catalonian ancestors; his wife has donned her gayest
-shawl, and has brought the baby, who chuckles with
-delight at the festive scene and wears a funny little
-straw hat shaped like a Saracen turban trimmed with
-scarlet pompoms.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Tiny maidens of four and five are costumed as grand
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>ladies, and walk about, quaintly dignified, with proudly
-trailing train and flaunting fan, in rich brocade skirts and
-velvet bodices, with long, white gloves, and hair elaborately
-dressed with flowers and high tortoise-shell combs.
-A party of Arabs, draped in white sheets and armed with
-spears, lead about an unfortunate comrade disguised as
-a dancing bear, who is vigorously kept up to his part
-throughout the day; and small boys, dressed as Pierrots,
-or rejoicing simply in the disguise afforded by a pasteboard
-nose and a high falsetto voice, caper unrestrained through
-the crowd.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Towards evening a couple of hundred carriages turn
-out into the streets; galarétas, landaus, dogcarts, and
-wagons form into line and follow each other in slow
-procession round and round the Borne. The smart
-barouche and pair of the Captain-General is preceded by
-a humble donkey-cart, and followed by a heavy country
-<i>charrette</i> overflowing with clowns. Every one is dressed
-according to taste, and every one is free to throw things
-at every one else. The imperturbably correct coachman
-of a stylish turn-out gets hit on the nose by an egg-shell
-stuffed with confetti; the gentleman seated beside him—who
-wears a mask and an amazing tow-wig—replies with
-a well-directed volley, and a furious fusillade ensues, the
-enemy coming up to the very windows of the galarétas to
-pour in a deadly fire among the occupants.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Mounted officers, armed with paper rockets, do battle
-with the people in the balconies, who, in return, hail
-down missiles and torrents of confetti upon their
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>assailants. Eggshells fly in showers from carriage to
-carriage, smashing upon any head they meet with. On
-the wide Place Weyler the confetti lie so thick that the
-square resembles some cathedral floor—tinted by stained
-glass windows, and the carriages and horses are so tangled
-up in coloured streamers that they appear to have broken
-through a great rainbow spider’s web and carried it bodily
-away with them.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>By eight o’clock the Carnival is a thing of the past, and
-the gay, good-humoured crowd is in full retreat, thoroughly
-tired out.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>And at midnight the stars look down upon a sleeping
-city, whose stillness is only broken by the sonorous chant
-of the watchmen going their rounds with lantern and staff.
-The familiar cry—so associated with Palma—again rings
-out beneath our windows:—</p>
-
-<div class='lg-container-b'>
- <div class='linegroup'>
- <div class='group'>
- <div class='line'>“<i>Alobado sea el Señor! Las doce—y sereno!</i>”</div>
- <div class='line'>(Praised be the Lord! Midnight, and a clear sky!)</div>
- </div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>
- <h2 id='ch2' class='c004'>PART II</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class='c019'>Although it falls to the lot of few of us to
-remain as sublimely unconscious of geography as
-was Charles Lamb—who asserts that though he held a
-correspondence with a very dear friend in New South
-Wales he was unable to form the remotest conjecture as
-to the position of that <i>Terra Incognita</i>—yet I think I may
-safely assume that not many of my readers are familiar
-with the geography of Majorca, and a glance at the
-<a href='#map'>sketch-map</a> given in this volume may be of service in
-acquainting them with the principal places of interest in
-the island.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The fact which perhaps chiefly strikes one is the
-miniature scale of distances. Just as the mouse occupies
-the same space on the page of a book on natural history
-as does the elephant, so does Majorca appear in its own
-particular map to be as large as Ceylon; and it gives one
-repeated shocks of surprise to find that what looks like
-a day’s journey is a matter of two hours by rail, or a
-morning’s carriage drive. There are half a dozen excursions
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>which visitors to the island rarely fail to make; one
-is to Sollér, only a day’s expedition by carriage from Palma—though,
-as it possesses a comfortable little hotel and is
-in the midst of beautiful scenery, it is a favourite place
-for a lengthened stay. The old towns of Pollensa and
-Alcúdia upon the east coast attract a certain number of
-foreigners every season; and the fame of Arta’s stalactite
-caves draws thither a large number of sightseers, being
-easy of reach from the railhead at Manacór.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But with these exceptions the interior of Majorca
-enjoys an almost perpetual immunity from tourists, most
-of whom are far from enterprising.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was to Arta that we ourselves were bound when we
-quitted Palma on March 12th, but having plenty of time
-before us, and being fond of driving tours, open air, and
-scenery, we decided to do the whole journey by road, and
-to spend as many nights <i>en route</i> as we found desirable.
-Our carriage was one of the hotel victorias, drawn by an
-excellent pair of little grey horses; our luggage was of
-the most modest description, consisting of two of those
-feather-weight valises, made of brown cardboard, that
-can be bought for a few shillings in most Continental
-towns, and that belie their frail appearance by resisting
-ill-usage to an almost incredible degree. Our driver was
-a friendly and reliable native, who in all the years he had
-driven hotel carriages had never been asked to conduct
-anybody across the island. It was indeed an unheard-of
-thing to do. Was not the railway there to take people
-to Arta? and was it not well known that the southern
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>districts of the island contained nothing that could be of
-any possible interest to any one? However, it was no
-affair of his if English ladies were eccentric; his not to
-question why. Their motives might be inscrutable, but
-he was there to carry out their wishes, whether wise or
-foolish.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>No June morning could have been more glorious than
-the one on which we left the Grand Hotel, and, rattling
-over the cobbles down to the harbour, struck out southwards
-towards Lluchmayór. For a couple of hours we
-crossed a great plain, carefully tilled and tended. In the
-orange gardens the golden crop was being gathered by
-peasants mounted on easel-shaped ladders. Stretches of
-corn and beans alternated with extensive fig orchards,
-which in July supply a harvest so bounteous that even
-the pigs fare sumptuously upon the fruit. Thick as
-faggots of dead wood were the leafless branches of the old
-trees—their elbows stuck out at an aggressive angle as
-though resenting the proximity of their somewhat
-heathenish-looking neighbour, the prickly pear, which
-in Majorca is termed the “Moorish fig,” as opposed to
-the “Christian fig” of cultivation.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Standing up above the level of the orchards, and
-extending over the plain in numbers that suggest an
-immense pyrotechnic display in preparation, are countless
-wind wheels, twenty or thirty feet in diameter, furnished
-with a tail to keep their heads to the wind, and with sets
-of wooden slats that furl and unfurl like a fan, according
-to the strength of the breeze. Raised upon stone platforms
-and spinning round rapidly, these wheels are
-engaged in raising water from wells and pumping it into
-the great reservoirs that in summer supply the irrigation
-aqueducts intersecting the fields.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il46' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image087.jpg' alt='A Wind-wheel' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>countless windwheels, twenty feet or more in
-diameter, engaged in raising water from wells</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_46'>46</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il47' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image088.jpg' alt='Group of Windmills' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>On some of the hills windmills are massed in a gregarious
-manner characteristic of Majorca</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_51'>51</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>At noon we reached Lluchmayór, and after lunching at
-the inn we visited the great high-backed church that
-prides itself on being the largest in the island outside
-Palma. It was deserted save for the presence of three
-old charwomen, who alternately chatted and laughed or
-piously mumbled <i>Ave Marias</i> and <i>Pater nosters</i> as they
-plied their flappers about the pulpit and the quaint old
-pews, resembling settees, with curved backs and deep
-seats inlaid with scenes in coloured woods. A wax figure
-of Santa Candida in a glass case, and some marvellous
-embroideries with inch-deep scrolls of gold thread set
-with precious stones, are amongst the most treasured
-possessions of this church.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>On again, through Campos, whence we look back to
-catch a last glimpse of the Palma Cathedral—far away
-across the plain; and the evening shadows are lengthening
-fast as we drive into Santagný, where we are to spend
-the night.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Santagný is the southernmost town in Majorca, and as
-such suffered sorely in bygone time from the Algerian
-and Moroccan pirates who infested the neighbouring islet
-of Cabréra. In the sixteenth century the town was
-encircled with walls, to prevent the repetition of a raid
-that devastated the whole countryside and forced the
-inhabitants to fly for safety to the interior of the island.
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>But centuries of safety have razed the fortifications more
-surely than any piratical attack, and one massive gateway—standing
-in the market-place—alone remains to
-testify to the dangers run by the townspeople in olden
-days.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The <i>fonda</i>, or inn, at Santagný proved to be one of
-those truly primitive establishments that cause one to
-ponder the eternal question as to which comes first—the
-tourist or the inn. The problem regarding the hen and
-the egg is itself not more elusive than the vicious circle
-in which one becomes involved when dwelling on this
-subject. It is highly improbable that the accommodation
-at Santagný will undergo any improvement until visitors
-have shown some sign of wishing to come to the town;
-it is equally improbable that visitors will show any signs
-of wishing to come to Santagný until the accommodation
-has been improved.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>I must admit that the supper passed off in comparative
-style. We sat in a small, whitewashed room downstairs—our
-driver and a soldier also supping there at another
-table—and in place of the bell of conventionality we
-clapped our hands between the courses, which consisted
-of an excellent omelette, a dish of meat and rice, and
-oranges sliced with sugar. Our hostess’s attentions were
-somewhat spasmodic owing to the periodical raids she
-made on certain small boys whose noses were flattened
-on the window-pane, and at whom she dashed out very
-suddenly—belabouring such as came under her hand with
-a large market basket. In the outer room a guitar was
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>being strummed, and the voices of the men sitting drinking
-there broke out now and then in a resonant chorus. All
-this was very nice and native; but when we went upstairs
-to our bedrooms it was still very native—only not so nice.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Three small and stuffy cubicles opened off the landing
-at the head of the stairs; the only one that obtained any
-light or air was the end one, which had a small window
-in the outer wall of the house, but—as if to compensate
-for this advantage—it lacked a door, the privacy of its
-occupant being dependant upon a flimsy curtain that
-fluttered airily to and fro in the doorway. Each cubicle
-contained a bed, a chair, and a straw mat on the floor;
-and outside, on the landing, stood one small washstand,
-with a set of toilet appliances destined to be shared by all
-the occupants of the bedrooms. That the centre room
-was already engaged was evident from an unmistakably
-masculine snore that proceeded from it. Horses munched
-loudly in a stall below, and the petulant voices of dreaming
-pigs rose to the skies from an adjoining farmyard.
-Even our driver—who never considered his duties at an
-end until he had personally inspected our sleeping quarters
-for the night—expressed disapproval at the prospect,
-although his sympathetic shrugs plainly intimated that
-as we had made our beds so must we lie upon them.
-I speak figuratively, for as a matter of fact our beds were
-not made at all, though we had been more than two hours
-in the house.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Amidst such unpromising surroundings did we eventually
-retire for the night, waking to find that our
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>neighbour of the middle room had most opportunely
-taken himself off in the small hours of the morning,
-leaving us in sole possession of the washstand, so that
-our toilet was accomplished in comparative safety, and
-with no other interruption than the sudden appearance
-of our hostess on her way upstairs to fetch a sausage from
-the attic. It is but fair to say that this was the only
-<i>fonda</i> we met with in the whole of our wanderings that
-was so primitive in its arrangements.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>On going down to breakfast our hostess presents us
-each with a thick tumbler containing a species of strong,
-brown broth, very nourishing, I should suppose, for an
-invalid; swelling with pride, she reveals the fact that the
-strange beverage we are drinking is <i>tea</i>—and it is doubtless
-on the strength of this compliment to our nationality
-that she presently tenders us a bill for fourteen pesetas—ten
-shillings and sixpence—a sum not overwhelming in
-itself, but absurdly high according to the standard of
-charges current in Majorcan inns.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Five pesetas—four shillings—a day for each person is
-the recognised charge for board and lodging at all the
-best <i>fondas</i> in Majorca. At a little hotel, such as that
-of Sollér or Alcúdia, one’s <i>pension</i> may run as high as six
-or even seven and a half pesetas; but these are the
-outside prices; and one’s driver’s food—for which one
-is expected to pay while on tour—should never exceed
-two pesetas a day.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At small native inns an arrangement as to terms should
-always be made on arrival. Particularly is this the case
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>in out-of-the-way villages where strangers are rarely seen,
-and where the innkeeper will occasionally endeavour to
-make a profit out of all proportion to the accommodation
-provided for his guests. This sharp dealing is so little in
-keeping with the character of the average Majorcan that
-I can only explain it by quoting the people’s own saying,
-to the effect that there is not room for honour and profit
-in the same pocket. I think that the opportunity offered
-of enriching themselves easily at the expense of well-to-do
-foreigners proves too great a temptation for certain
-<i>fondistas</i> who have lost the finer feelings possessed by
-their compatriots not engaged in trade.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Quitting Santagný we drove on to Felanitx, a pretty
-little town surrounded by low hills whose crests are
-occupied by many windmills frantically waving their arms
-on the sky line. Windmills are everywhere. Some stand
-singly upon barrow-like mounds crowned with cactus
-tangles, others are massed upon ridges in the gregarious
-manner characteristic of Majorcan corn mills. All have
-either six or eight sails, which gives them a very full-bodied
-appearance; and some are furnished with tail
-feathers, and resemble large dragon-flies that have interrupted
-their whirring flight to settle for an instant with
-outspread gauzy wings upon a little tower of dazzling
-whiteness. An old miller leans out of a little upper
-window in one of the mills, filling it up so completely
-that we wonder if he will ever get back again.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“<i>Buena vista!</i>” we call up to him as he watches us
-from his lofty perch.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>“Ah, yes!” he replies, looking far out over the sunny
-landscape, “from here one sees all the world!”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is in truth a very lovely world upon which he looks
-down this bright March morning. The almond orchards
-are streaming down the hill slopes and invading the town
-in torrents of young spring verdure; the houses are screwing
-up their eyes in the sunshine, even the tiniest windows
-being half built up with slabs of freestone, while many
-are closed entirely. Old women sit at their doorways
-plaiting and spinning, and greet us cheerfully as we pass,
-and leaving the town we take a pretty road through pine
-and heath, almond and olive, arbutus and carob, and set
-out to visit the old castle of Santuíri. Within half an
-hour of our destination the carriage halts, and a rocky
-goat-path leads us to the summit of the crag upon which
-the ruins stand.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Santuíri was one of the great mediæval burgs of Majorca,
-and is in far better preservation than either of its fellows
-of Alaró or Pollensa. In the fifteenth century its walls
-were strengthened against an expected attack of the
-Moors, and much of these defences still remains.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Proud, and most desolate, is this old sentinel of the
-southern coast. Buzzards hang in mid-air beneath the
-battlements—brown specks against the dim blue plain
-below; sheep graze amongst spurge and St. John’s wort
-on the grassy knolls within the fortress. The old gray
-walls are trimmed with golden patches of coronilla and
-crowned with a <i>chevaux-de-frise</i> of bristling aloe spikes.
-A narrow path cut in the face of the crag, and unprotected
-by any parapet, leads to the machicolated gate
-tower; above your head there are slits for boiling oil, and
-at your back is sudden death in the shape of a precipice,
-with nothing to break your fall but the fixed bayonets of
-some huge aloes rooted in the crevices of the cliff below.
-Assuredly it was well to be on good terms with its lord
-when craving admittance to the Castle of Santuíri.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il52' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image095.jpg' alt='A Windmill' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>All the windmills have either six or eight sails, and some
-are furnished with tail-feathers.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_51'>51</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il53' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image096.jpg' alt='Santuiri Castle, Interior' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Santuiri was one of the great mediæval burgs of Majorca,
-and is in better preservation than either of its fellows of
-Alaró or Pollensa.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_52'>52</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>A twin height across a little valley is occupied by the
-Oratorio of San Salvadór—the shrine of a wonder-working
-Madonna whose fame dates from the Middle Ages, and
-who is visited annually by thousands of pilgrims from all
-parts of the island.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>To this shrine we ascended in the afternoon, the latter
-part of the route being a steep hillside, clothed with
-prickly pear and a sweet-smelling dwarf gorse, up which
-we slowly toiled on foot, the zigzag path marked out with
-twelve stations of the Cross, depicted in faïence tiles upon
-freestone pillars. Attached to the Oratorio upon the
-summit is a large <i>hospedéria</i> containing some forty bedrooms,
-built for the reception of pilgrims; the four brown-frocked
-friars who minister to the wants of visitors were
-busily engaged in sawing timber in the entrance-hall
-amidst a litter of fresh shavings, and one of them interrupted
-his work to take us into the adjoining chapel. In
-pitch darkness we groped our way to a niche at the back
-of the high altar, and were shown by the light of a match
-a little old stone statue—the Blessed Virgin of San
-Salvadór—only second in power to Our Lady of Lluch.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A special room is set aside for the votive offerings
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>presented to her: the walls are thickly hung with
-uniforms, children’s garments, and bridal gowns; there
-are toys and medals, and stacks of crutches; there are
-rows of photographs of the Virgin’s <i>protégés</i>, who
-attribute their escape from accident and illness to her
-shielding power; there are crude childish representations
-of fires, shipwrecks, thunderbolts, runaway horses, and all
-the perils that humanity is heir to. Some of the ex-votos
-date from the attack of the Moors in 1737; others come
-from far countries—such as the one “promised to Our
-Lady in the fire of Santiago.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>One of the most pathetic offerings that I saw at another
-Majorcan shrine was a thick plait of long black hair—“promised
-to Our Lady” on such and such a date, doubtless
-by some soul in sore need. The belief in miraculous
-intervention as an answer to personal sacrifice is deeply
-ingrained in the islanders, and is, I should imagine, a
-source of much consolation to them.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>After buying a few rosaries and ribbons bearing the
-name of Our Lady of San Salvadór we walked to the end
-of a hill-spur where stone seats invite the wayfarer to
-rest before beginning the steep descent. The sun was
-setting, and the scene before us recalled some Egyptian
-evening in its strength of colouring; far beneath us lay
-the great dim plain with its white towns, wrapped in the
-violet mists of sunset and melting away into the transparent
-blues and purples of the distant sierra. The roofs
-and walls of the Oratorio and the pine-trees upon the hilltop
-stood out in inky relief against a sky stained with
-orange and crimson, fiery lake and scarlet; the clouds
-were black, glowing coals backed with gold—the whole
-heavens were aflame in conflagration.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il54' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image099.jpg' alt='Santuiri Castle, Exterior' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The old grey walls of Santuiri are trimmed with golden
-patches of coronilla and crowned with a</i> chevaux de frise <i>of
-bristling aloe spikes</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_52'>52</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il55' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image100.jpg' alt='Oratorio of Our Lady of S. Salvador' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Far beneath us lay the great plain, wrapped in the violet
-mists of evening.... The Oratorio de San Salvador will
-for ever be associated with the most beautiful sunset we ever
-witnessed in Majorca.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_54'>54</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>Long after the glory had faded away a pure, brilliant
-glow illuminated the sky and lighted us on our homeward
-way, and we returned to Felanitx with the memory of
-San Salvadór for ever associated in our minds with the
-most beautiful sunset we ever saw in Majorca.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>On March 15th we left Felanitx and continued our
-journey across the great southern plain. The road to
-Manacór runs along a low ridge and commands extensive
-views on either hand; asphodels fringed the wayside, and
-every patch of waste ground displayed the Spanish colours
-in gay yellow daisies and a tiny scarlet ranunculus, the
-Adonis vernalis. The weather was glorious; a shower
-during the night had laid the dust and cleared the air, and
-blue cloud-shadows chased merrily across the landscape.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“<i>Bon dia tengan!</i>” comes in cheerful greeting from
-the fields where groups of peasant women, in big straw
-hats, ply their hoes among the wheat. When they found
-we wished to take a photograph of them their amusement
-was unbounded, and their merry laughter was
-quite infectious.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Unceasing is the care of the crops, and unremitting
-is the labour bestowed upon the land before it assumes
-that market-garden-like neatness that is the ideal of the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>Majorcan peasant. Centuries of cultivation have converted
-much of the land into rich, productive soil, but
-a glance at a recently reclaimed field shows one the
-difficulties with which the original cultivator has to
-contend, difficulties that would surely daunt a less stout-hearted
-race. Slabs of bed-rock and countless myriads of
-loose stones cover the surface of the ground: by blasting
-and patient excavation a certain proportion of these are
-removed, and the intervening patches of earth are dug by
-hand, the first harvest being represented by a scanty crop
-of wheat sprouting in the interstices of the rock paving.
-The second or third year it will perhaps be possible to
-drive a narrow sharp-pointed ploughshare between the
-stones, lifting it briskly out of the ground when the shaft
-mule is brought up with a jerk by a more than usually
-stubborn boulder. Each year hundreds of tons of loose
-stone are collected and disposed of in one way or another;
-some are stacked in cairns among the crops and go by the
-name of <i>clápers</i>; others are carried with infinite toil to
-the boundaries of the field and built into a dry wall a yard
-or more thick—coped with the masses of rock that work
-up through the soil almost as quickly as they are removed
-from the surface; others again are thrown into great stone
-reservoirs built for the purpose and filled to the brim with
-blocks big and little. Gradually the plague of stones
-begins to abate. What one generation has begun, a future
-one will accomplish, and eventually the land will assume
-the appearance of a rich alluvial plain, and Dame Nature
-will put on as benevolent a smile as though she had
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>proposed from the very first to bountifully reward the
-industrious peasant.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But always there will be miles upon miles of beautifully
-built stone walls to tell a different tale. Truly
-may it be said of the Majorcans, as of their Catalonian
-forefathers—that from stones they produce bread.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>All the morning we drove, and by noon we had passed
-the town of Manacór and were descending towards the
-sea through a silent, sun-steeped land of rock and
-asphodel. Asphodels surrounded us for miles, their
-starry sceptres swaying in the wind and shining like
-silver where the sunlight struck through them. It is
-strange that no southern artist has painted us a Madonna
-of the Asphodels.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Down by the seashore stands a small group of freestone
-houses called the Port of Manacór, and after
-lunching at the <i>fonda</i> we set off on foot to visit the
-famous stalactite caves close by. There is nothing in
-the surface of the surrounding country to suggest the
-existence of vast subterranean caverns; the guide simply
-leads the way across the wide moor to a walled enclosure,
-where, half concealed by boulders and scrub, a flight of
-rock steps leads down to the <i>Cuevas del Drach</i>—the
-Dragon Caves of Manacór.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Armed with acetylene lanterns we descend, and plunge
-into a perfect labyrinth of halls and passages; some of
-the scenes are very beautiful; there are “cascades
-of diamonds”—frozen falls that sparkle like hoar frost
-in the sun—and wonderful statuesque formations under
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>fretted canopies fringed with glittering icicles; there
-are myriads of stalactites hanging from the roof, some
-snow-white and thorny, others like pink glass, that
-ring musically when struck with a stone. There is an
-immense cavern where one sits down to rest; weird
-shadows cast by the lamps dance upon the walls, and
-falling drops of water tinkle loudly in the silence.
-There are precipices and bottomless pits—into which
-the guide tosses stones—and atmospheric lakes, into
-which one is liable to walk unawares—the surface of
-the water being invisible to the sharpest scrutiny. There
-are bright blue pools, crystal clear, in the depths of which
-stalagmites appear like white sea-anemones and seem to
-mirror back the pendant bosses of the roof. One may
-walk for miles and not have seen all, but the heat in
-these caves is trying to many people, and one is not
-sorry to come out into the cold upper air after spending
-an hour or two in a temperature of nearly 90 degrees
-Fahrenheit.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Many years ago some Spaniards were lost for days in
-the Drach caves, and the spot is still shown where
-in their despair they scratched upon the walls: <i>No hay
-esperanza</i>—There is no hope!</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the caves of Arta, people are said to have entered
-who have never been seen again, alive or dead.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The little inn at the <i>Puerto de Manacór</i> is a typical
-Majorcan <i>fonda</i>. Our rooms were floored with cheerful
-red tiles, and the walls were almost awe-inspiring in their
-spotlessness; it is a popular saying that on Saturdays the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>Majorcans whitewash everything within reach. From
-our windows—furnished with wooden shutters in place
-of glass—we looked down upon a vine-covered pergola
-and a little bright blue bay encircled by a snow-white
-beach. Our beds were good, and the bed-linen excellent—the
-lace-trimmed pillow-cases and beautifully embroidered
-monograms testifying to the skill with which
-the women ply their needle. Supper was served on
-the first-floor landing, and consisted of fish, omelette,
-chicken and rice, and dessert; and at nine o’clock our
-hostess mounted the stairs to inform us that there
-would be no milk for our morning coffee unless some
-could be procured from Manacór (an hour distant)—the
-local dairy being inconsiderate enough to have two
-fine kids at the moment.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>She bade us a friendly good-night, and as an afterthought
-pointed out that being in the country here,
-it was the custom to empty bedroom basins out of the
-window. We promised to avail ourselves of the permission,
-and retiring, were gently lulled to sleep by the
-rhythmic breathing of the tide below.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>It is strange to hear of snow and frost at home while
-we are living in a long succession of June days. Under
-a cloudless expanse of blue—unbroken save by a transparent
-white moon in the eastern sky—did we leave the
-<i>Puerto</i> on the morning of March 16th. Retracing the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>road to Manacór, we drove through tracts of pine wood
-and rosemary, and at midday reached Arta—an oriental-looking
-town of white houses and palm-trees—the
-<i>Yartan</i> of the Moors, in whose day it was an important
-colony. Their principal mosque was converted by the
-Conqueror into the great church that stands upon the
-hillside and with fortress-like walls and wide-arched
-upper gallery dominates the town. Crowning the same
-hill is the wall-encircled church of San Salvadór, used
-in olden times as a refuge for non-combatants during
-Saracen attacks, and in more recent days as a lazaretto
-in time of pestilence—which led to its being pulled
-down and rebuilt about a hundred years ago.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the vicinity of Arta are to be found certain tumuli
-of unknown origin, that correspond more or less to
-those monuments of a pre-historic race which exist in
-most of the islands of the Mediterranean. In a deserted
-olive-yard—where the poisonous <i>solanum sodomacum</i>
-trailed its miniature yellow and green melons among
-the stones and big, pale periwinkles grew—we came
-upon the <i>Clápers de Gegants</i>, or Giants’ Cairns. A
-ring wall of large stones weighing several tons apiece
-had evidently existed at one time; but most of the
-blocks had fallen in, and the central mound—whether
-watch tower or burial tumulus—was a mere chaos of
-stones and brambles. To any one who has seen the
-far finer megalithic monuments of Minorca, no Majorcan
-remains will appear of much importance.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il60' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image107.jpg' alt='View of Arta' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Arta is an oriental-looking town of white houses and
-palm trees—the Yartan of the Moors.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_60'>60</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il61' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image108.jpg' alt='Women Weeding a Wheatfield' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Groups of peasant women were plying their hoes among
-the wheat</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_55'>55</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>From Arta it is a pretty drive to the castle of Cap
-de Péra, an old fortress with portcullised gateway and
-peaked Moorish battlements, around which one can
-walk on a narrow ledge laid on stone brackets. Prickly
-pear and masses of crimson and white stocks run riot
-within the walls and cluster about the little chapel of
-the summit. Beyond the castle the road winds by a
-steep ascent to the lighthouse of the Cap de Péra—built
-upon the extreme eastern point of the island, whence
-a splendid view is obtained, the low coastline of Minorca
-being dimly discernible far out at sea.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At nine o’clock the following morning we set out for
-the stalactite caves of Arta—said to be the most
-wonderful ones in the world, with the exception of
-certain caverns in New South Wales. For an hour
-and a half we descended towards the coast through
-a plain of fig orchards and palmetto clumps—the latter
-portion of the route being a mere cart-track of surprising
-badness—and finally drew up under a grove of picturesque
-old <i>Pinus maritima</i> near the seashore—the
-finest trees we had yet seen in an island where good
-timber is rare.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Fifteen minutes’ walk along a cliff path, with a
-turquoise blue sea below, and the scent of pines and
-gorse filling the warm air, and we come to the entrance
-to the caves. A great cleft opens in the face of the cliff
-overhead—a natural ante-chamber to the caves, supported
-by Herculean pillars of live rock, and to this we ascend by
-a long flight of massive stone steps, as though to the portals
-of some grand old Egyptian temple. Following our guide
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>we pass through an iron <i>grille</i> and descend through cool
-depths of grey rock till we seem to have reached the very
-heart of the hills.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>So strange is the under world through which one is led
-for the next two hours that at times one doubts whether
-it is not all a dream. Now we wander through lofty
-halls hung from roof to floor with stony curtain folds,
-where tall stalagmitic palm-trees stand in groups—their
-rugged stems hard as marble, white as though bleached
-by long confinement in these sunless caves. Now we
-seem to be exploring a coral world in the depths of the
-sea, and half expect to meet startled fishes darting hither
-and thither among the fantastically sculptured grots and
-low-fretted arches through which we creep. Now we
-enter the great hall of columns, and wait in darkness
-upon a high rock-platform, while our invisible guide
-busies himself below with Bengal lights. Suddenly a
-vista of gigantic columns leaps out of black space,
-monstrous shadows retreat into a perspective of infinite
-extent, and—as though in some strange operatic scene—we
-find ourselves standing in a great vaulted crypt,
-Gothic in its indescribable richness of architectural detail,
-Egyptian in its gigantic proportions and massive grandeur.
-Still larger is the great cavern known as the Cathedral,
-the roof of which attains a height of a hundred and fifty
-feet; so weird and grand beyond belief is the effect created
-by this vast interior when lighted up—so wonderful is the
-mimicry of hangings and sculpture—so regular the slender
-turrets and fretted pinnacles that enrich the structure,
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>that it is difficult to realise that the scene before one is
-Nature’s own handiwork.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Wending our way down the Devil’s Staircase we next
-descend to a spot below sea-level to visit the “lost souls”—a
-company of black and burnt-up looking little figures
-seated beside a salt-water pool that goes by the name
-of the Styx. Endless is the imagery suggested by the
-stalactite formations; some resemble isolated statues,
-others intricate groups of Hindu gods. There is an organ
-with musical pipes, there are strange echoes that live far
-away among the rock caverns of the roof, and huge lurking
-shadows that—startled by the light of our lanterns—glide
-swiftly out of their recesses and disappear into the
-darkness ahead. But always we return to the aisles of
-ghostly columns that distinguish these caves from all
-others I have ever seen.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Questioned as to the presumed age of these columns our
-guide throws up his hands in despair, and, leading us to
-a small stalagmite in process of formation, shows us a
-couple of copper <i>sous</i> embedded in its glassy surface;
-it is twenty years since they were placed there, and in
-that time the stalagmite has risen to the rims of the coins
-and they are now fixed in their place by the most delicate
-silver film. Allowing fifteen <i>sous</i> to the inch, a rough
-computation sets the rate of growth of this particular
-stalagmite at something between three and four thousand
-years to the foot—a period doubtless considerably exceeded
-in the case of the larger columns.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The gem of the whole collection is the great palm-tree
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>that stands alone in one of the outer courts. There are
-others that equal it in girth—its stem measures little
-more than three feet in diameter—but its splendid shaft
-ascends flawless, joint above joint of white coral-like
-stalagmite, till it unites with the roof sixty or seventy
-feet above the level of the floor. Since the world was
-young it has stood in these Halls of Silence—a silence
-of æons, broken only by dropping water and occasional
-earthquake shocks that have flung masses of stalactite
-to the ground. These horizontal rings in its stem may
-have been deposited in the days of palæolithic man; while
-that joint was being formed Babylon and Nineveh rose
-and passed away, and the Pharaohs in long procession
-filed across the world’s stage and vanished.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The falling drop has now finished its work and has
-shifted to another spot where it has begun the base of
-a second column. Some day the capital of this one also
-will be completed....</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is a glimpse into Eternity that appals one.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>On March 18th we left Arta. A hum and a buzz in
-the street proclaimed it Sunday morning, and on emerging
-from our inn we found a couple of hundred people—including
-two Civil Guards and all the elders of the place—assembled
-to see us off. This interest was centred less
-in ourselves than in our victoria, for to people whose only
-notion of a carriage is the Spanish one of the baker’s-cart
-pattern, the sight of so long, low, and altogether remarkable
-looking a vehicle was of thrilling interest. It was
-probably the first ever seen in this part of the island,
-and had it been a motor-car it could not have made
-a greater sensation. Beasts of burden bolted at so
-novel an apparition, mules in carts swerved violently;
-children would drag their small brothers and sisters
-half a mile across country to catch a glimpse of us,
-and we brought whole village populations running to
-their doors.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il64' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image113.jpg' alt='Entrance to the Caves of Arta' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>A cliff path with the turquoise-blue sea below leads to the
-entrance to the caves of Arta</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_61'>61</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il65' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image114.jpg' alt='Fisherman in Phrygian Cap' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>At the port of Andraitx fishermen in red Phrygian caps
-were mending their nets</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>Stepping into our carriage with a gracious and comprehensive
-bow to the throng around, we were whirled
-away at a gallop down the crowded street, and quitting
-the town we struck out for Santa Margarita on our
-return to Palma. Long processions of country carts
-were returning from Mass, with men and women seated
-upon sacks at the bottom of the vehicles; but the fields
-were deserted save for an occasional swineherd tending
-his beasts among the carob groves.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Near Sineu we passed a large corral of young mules
-with their mothers; so proudly do these quaint, long-eared
-infants follow the handsome black mares that one
-is irresistibly reminded of the inquiry put by an interested
-listener to the man who was boasting of his mother’s
-beauty—“C’était donc Monsieur votre père qui n’était pas
-beau?”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The night was spent at Sineu, and returning to Palma
-the following morning we settled down at the Grand
-Hotel for a week before starting on our second driving
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>tour, which was to introduce us to the North-western
-corner of the island.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>For the next few days the weather behaved as badly
-as it occasionally will do in southern lands where its
-reputation is at stake. The Palma natives became first
-apologetic, then exasperated;—“Fie, for shame!” screamed
-an old woman angrily, addressing the rain from her shop
-door where we had taken shelter in a downpour—“Fie,
-for shame! What, then, will the English ladies think
-of us!”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But the spirit of perversity had entered into the Spring;
-she sprinkled snow upon the mountains, and kept the
-mail-boats imprisoned at Barcelona; she drenched the
-shivering population till the very swallows sat disconsolately
-on the clothes lines, drooping their wet wings;
-and she persisted in making such ugly threatening faces
-that it looked as if we should never start for Andraitx
-at all. Reason certainly pointed to our remaining at
-Palma; we were warm and comfortable at the Grand
-Hotel—we got far better food than we ever did on our
-travels, and the Dark-room itself was more commodious
-than might be our future quarters in some village <i>fonda</i>.
-On the other hand time was passing, and we had yet
-much to see; finally we decided to risk all and to go.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The heavens were black with clouds when we set off
-on the morning of March 27th, but before we had been
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>gone half an hour our lucky star shone out, and the
-weather executed a complete <i>volte-face</i> such as one is led
-to believe any climate but our own would be ashamed of.
-Brilliant sunshine dried up the puddles with that amazing
-rapidity peculiar to porous soils, and the day suddenly
-decided to be quite, quite fine.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>So excellent may be the results obtained from flying
-in the face of Providence—if only it be done at the right
-moment.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Merrily our little horses jingled along the splendid
-<i>carretera real</i>—the royal road—that leads to Andraitx;
-now we follow the coastline and catch glimpses of blue
-waves and fringes of white foam between the stems of
-the pine-trees; now we turn inland among the olive
-groves—where the old trees pirouette airily or stand with
-feet gracefully crossed upon the hill slopes, amidst pink
-and white cistus and bushes of wild mignonette. In
-three hours we reach Andraitx, where the carriage road
-terminates, and having no further use for our victoria we
-send it back to Palma, with instructions to meet us the
-next day but one at the village of Estallenchs beyond the
-mountains.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Andraitx, the old Andrachium of the Romans, is a
-prosperous-looking town lying in a green valley of almond
-orchards; most of the inhabitants are sea-faring folk,
-and down by the shore—five miles distant—we found a
-little colony of houses where fishermen in red Phrygian
-caps were mending their nets until the gale should abate.
-It was assuredly no day to put out to sea so long as white
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>foam was running up the face of the cliffs, driven by a
-wild west wind.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The church of Andraitx is one of the oldest in the
-island; it stands upon rising ground above the town, its
-great blank walls plain—even in a land of plain exteriors;
-and beside it stands the fine old Possession-house of
-<i>Son Mās</i>, said to date back to the time of the Moors.
-The Possession-houses of Majorca were originally the
-country seats of the Spanish nobility; once inhabited by
-the great landowners, they have now descended to the
-level of farmhouses and have become the residence of
-the principal tenant farmer upon the estate, who goes by
-the name of the Amo, or master. These fine old buildings
-usually stand in the centre of some large property,
-and are almost invariably fortified and adapted to stand
-a siege.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Very picturesque is the straggling yellow pile of <i>Son
-Mās</i>, with its high walls and machicolated tower. Passing
-under a heavy stone archway we cross a large courtyard,
-where pigeons are stepping through stately minuets upon
-a vine pergola, and ascend by a flight of steps to a broad
-open gallery, supported on pillars, that runs along the
-front of the house. We are shown the spacious kitchen
-and living rooms of the present occupants, and are then
-led through suite after suite of disused apartments—whitewashed,
-stone-flagged, shuttered, given up to bats
-and cobwebs. In the rooms occupied by the Señor, when
-on rare occasions he pays a visit to his estate, are a few
-pieces of the old furniture—some wooden chests, such as
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>take the place of wardrobes in Majorcan households, a
-carved bedstead, and a few old paintings—fast going to
-decay. Soon there will be nothing save the stone
-scutcheon in the courtyard to preserve the memory of
-the founder of <i>Son Mās</i>.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Behind the house is an enormous reservoir containing a
-water supply that would outlast any conceivable siege to
-which the inhabitants might be subjected. The cement
-roof of the tank forms a wide terrace—some ninety by
-thirty feet—and two well-shafts, thickly lined with maidenhair
-fern, give access to the water.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A winding staircase leads to the summit of the old
-watch-tower, where from an open <i>loggia</i> under the roof
-the besieged could hurl down missiles upon the foe before
-the gate. In an unguarded moment I attempted the
-ascent of this tower, and never shall I forget the sensation
-of that climb; losing sight of my feet from the very
-start—my head being always three turns higher up the
-steps—and momentarily expecting to stick fast for good,
-I thrust myself in spirals up the narrowest corkscrew
-stairs it has ever been my fate to encounter. Judging
-by my own sensations I should guess the staircase to
-have measured nine inches in width—but it is possible
-it may have been rather more.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>As we sat at supper that evening there came a knock
-at the door and the <i>Alcalde</i> was announced; a shy little
-man fingering a felt hat slipped into the room and made
-us a low bow; he was the Burgomaster, come to pay his
-respects and to inquire if we had all we wanted. While
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>entirely appreciating the kindness that prompted his
-visit we could willingly have dispensed with it, on account
-of the immense exertion required to express ourselves in
-Spanish at all, and the impossibility of doing so as we
-should wish. We gathered that he was placing himself
-and all he possessed at our disposal, and we did our best
-to rise to the occasion; but sentiments of gratitude are
-sadly lamed by a limited vocabulary. We tried to improve
-our position by asking if he could speak French, and
-expressing our disappointment when he negatived the
-question. The interview was punctuated by rather
-painful silences—and it was with a certain sense of relief
-that we saw our friendly visitor bow himself out again
-on being assured there was nothing he could do for us.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>All that night a terrific storm raged. Mingled with
-the rattling of hail and the crash of thunder came the
-sound of the <i>Sereno</i> hammering at the house door to
-wake the <i>fondista</i>, and shortly afterwards we heard the
-latter come upstairs and pound lustily upon the door of
-an adjoining bedroom; some señor had to be called to
-catch the diligence, which—according to Spanish custom—leaves
-Andraitx at the extraordinary hour of two o’clock
-in the morning.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>By the time we had finished breakfast the sun was
-shining hotly once more, and we were able to start for
-San Telmo. Seated in a small <i>carreta</i>—a very light
-skeleton cart on two wheels, with rush mats spread over
-the bars of the bottom and sides—we set out at a foot’s
-pace to visit the old castle on the coast, an hour and a
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>half distant. For a mile or so one ascends by a very
-steep mountain road, but after crossing the <i>col</i> this road
-deteriorates into the roughest of cart tracks, winding
-down to the sea through a valley of pine-trees, olives, and
-carobs.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A country road in Majorca may mean anything—from
-a tract of bedrock scattered with loose stones of any size,
-to a soft, uneven hill-path, barely wide enough for a
-wheeled vehicle to pass. Short of coming to actual
-steps, a <i>carreta</i> is expected to follow anywhere where a
-pony can obtain a footing, and many a time did the
-bumps and lurches to which we were subjected recall
-George Sand’s driving experiences in the year 1838.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Speaking of what is now one of the finest roads in the
-island she narrates in lively French how in her day the
-journey was perilously accomplished—“with one wheel
-on the mountain and one in the ravine.... The jolting
-is indescribable ... yet however frightful a concussion
-the driver receives, he sings all the time in a loud voice—only
-breaking off to bestow curses upon his horse if the
-animal hesitates for an instant before plunging down some
-precipice or climbing some rock wall.... For it is thus
-one proceeds—ravines, torrents, quagmires, ditches,
-hedges, all present themselves in vain—one does not stop
-for so little. Besides, it is all part of the road; at first
-you think you must be steeplechasing for a wager, and
-you ask your driver what possesses him. This is the road,
-he replies. But that river? It is the road. And this
-deep pit? The road. And that bush also? Always
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>the road.... <i>A la bonne heure!</i> And all that remains
-for you to do is to commend your soul to God and to
-contemplate the landscape, while awaiting death or a
-miracle.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Descending from the <i>carreta</i> shortly after starting, to
-lighten the load of the floundering pony, I had at first
-persuaded the stout proprietor to follow my example;
-but within a very short time he had climbed in again,
-observing with a loud gasp that the way was long. It
-was not the first time he had been to San Telmo; only a
-year ago he had driven two English ladies there, and they
-too had had a camera, and on the way it fell out of the
-cart and was lost. To this day he could remember their
-lamentable cries of “La máquina, la máquina!” But
-five days later it was picked up by an old man, who
-thought it was a bomb and carried it home very cautiously.
-The ladies were very pleased—oh yes, they gave him
-more than a day’s wages for it.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The little castle of San Telmo was built in the sixteenth
-century for the protection of Andraitx. It stands on a
-rocky prominence by the seashore, and is in good preservation,
-its barrel-vaulted dining hall serving as a
-workshop for the old man who lives there. From the
-flat roof of the tower, where rusty cannon still occupy
-the embrasures, one looks down upon a pretty beach,
-where long green waves, lit up by the sun, break gently
-upon the sand, and great conch shells are sometimes
-found amongst the foam fringes of the surf. Some three
-hundred yards out from the shore is the low turtle-backed
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>rock Pentaleu, where the Conqueror first set foot on
-quitting his storm-tossed galley; and screening the
-northern side of the little bay are the bare grey flanks—dreaded
-by sailors—of the Dragonéra, Majorca’s
-westernmost outpost. A lighthouse occupies the knife-like
-ridge of the summit, and cutting along through the
-Freu—the narrow strait between the island rock and the
-mainland—comes a little white steamer, the Barcelona
-boat, bringing a welcome cargo of mails after a silence
-that has lasted more than a week.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The following morning, March 29th, we set out for
-Estallenchs, our cavalcade consisting of one riding mule
-and a sturdy donkey to carry the luggage. No expedition
-could have offered a greater contrast to our tour of the
-preceding week than did this journey across the mountains.
-On the southern plain a whole day’s march of
-thirty miles is accomplished in a morning’s drive; in the
-Sierra we take four hours to cover a distance of twelve
-miles. Up and down among the hills winds the mule
-track; now we are high above the lapis lazuli sea, on a
-mountain path knee deep in palmetto fans and the red-velvet
-flower of lentiscus bushes; now we descend to a
-torrent bed hemmed in by great grey cliffs scarred with
-red scarps where part of the hillside has broken off and
-poured like an avalanche into the bed of the valley. Now
-we enter the pine woods where the white allium and many
-orchises grow, and the air is fragrant with rosemary and
-gorse. Further on we come to a winding rock staircase
-cut in the face of the cliff, down which, our guide tells us,
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>it is not safe to ride; the only surprising thing is that any
-animal except a goat should be expected to descend it;
-and here our baggage donkey distinguished himself by
-slipping down and lying motionless, but quite unhurt,
-till he was unloaded and dragged on to his legs again.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A rough cart track winds for some way into these
-lonely hills, and we meet timber carts descending with
-loads of fir-trees, the mules stumbling and sliding on
-their haunches down the steep hillside—the heavy two-wheeled
-carts, with powerful brakes on, crashing and
-jolting behind them over boulders and tree-stumps.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>As we approach human habitations again, traces of
-cultivation once more appear; small terraces are levelled
-on the mountain side and planted with almond-trees, from
-which our men snatch handfuls of young milky nuts in
-passing—a universal habit that has given rise to the
-sarcastic proverb, “The laden almond-tree by the wayside
-is sure to be bitter.” At last, after a long and fatiguing
-descent by shallow paved steps, we come in sight of
-Estallenchs—a pretty village nestling in a fold of the
-hills, backed by cliffs, grey peaks of sun and shadow; in
-front a valley opening down to the sea, with hill slopes
-clothed in almond, olive, and fir.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The inn is a very humble building, and does not even
-entitle itself a <i>fonda</i>. The master of the house was
-absent, and the old woman left in charge spoke no
-Spanish; we spoke no Majorcan, and by way of facilitating
-conversation she suddenly sent an urgent message
-to the village doctor, who arrived post haste, thinking
-that some accident had befallen the English señoras.
-Somewhat dashed at finding us both uninjured and in
-good health, he yet conversed with us very pleasantly in
-our attic chamber, offered to show us the place, translated
-various requests for us, and before leaving ordered our
-dinner. Thanks to his ministrations we lacked for
-nothing that night, the only hitch occurring at bedtime,
-when our best efforts to obtain candles resulted in a dish
-of olives being set before us.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il74' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image125.jpg' alt='View of Estallenchs' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>the pretty village of Estallenchs, backed by great
-grey cliffs, and with a valley in front opening down to the sea</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_74'>74</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il75' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image126.jpg' alt='Interior of House in Village' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The light streaming through the great outer door
-revealed the usual spotless interior of a Majorcan house.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_75'>75</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>The following morning a cheerful jingle of bells
-announces the arrival of our good Pépé and the victoria;
-the approach to the inn being too narrow for a carriage
-to pass, our belongings are carried up to the main road
-and there bestowed upon the box. Village dames look
-on from their doorways and nod affably, and one of them
-invited us to come in while waiting for the carriage to be
-packed, and took the deepest interest in our proceedings
-when we proposed photographing her room—only regretful
-that her floor was not yet covered with the tiles she
-showed us stacked in readiness. The only light streamed
-through the great stone archway of the outer door, and
-revealed the usual spotless interior of a Majorcan house,
-the walls snowy with repeated coats of whitewash.
-Good string-seated chairs and stools were ranged neatly
-round the room, and on the shelves stood the graceful
-water-jars in daily use among the people. Boxwood
-spoons and forks hung in a rack by the chimney corner,
-and over a clear fire of almond-shells upon the hearth
-bubbled a pot of bean soup; nothing would content the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>good housewife but that we should taste it—and most
-excellent it was. Everything about the place was tidy
-and exquisitely clean.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>You might search in Majorca for a long time I fancy
-before you would find a slattern.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The scale of wages in the island is low—a labourer
-rarely earning more than eighteen pence a day; but
-there is every sign of general prosperity. The necessaries
-of life are very cheap, and a well-built stone house can
-be obtained in country villages at a rental of from two to
-three pounds a year.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The drive from Estallenchs to Bañalbufár is—from the
-point of view of scenery—one of the finest in the island;
-high above the sea runs the road, following every curve
-of the rugged coast; dark, fir-crowned cliffs tower overhead,
-and mountain ranges in splendid perspective jut
-out into the blue Mediterranean. Headland upon headland,
-point upon point—each intervening bay outlined
-with a semicircle of snow-white foam—they stretch
-back to where the faint blue battering-ram of the
-Dragonéra is still dimly visible in the haze of distance.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Perched on a rock pinnacle above the sea stand the
-yellow walls of an old watch tower; these towers, or
-<i>ataláyas</i> as they are called, were in olden days tenanted
-by coastguards, who from their lofty eyries watched the
-sea and gave the alarm to the countryside when any
-suspicious sail appeared on the horizon; a system of
-smoke-signals was in use by which the movements of
-a hostile fleet could be communicated to all the other
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span><i>ataláyas</i> along the coast and to the inhabitants of the
-interior.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Bañalbufár is a small village built upon a mountain
-slope high above the sea, chiefly noticeable for the
-marvellous terracing of the surrounding hillsides; the
-terraces are so narrow and the walls so high that seen
-from below the effect is that of an unbroken stone wall
-several hundred feet in height, while from a little distance
-they resemble a gigantic flight of curved steps or
-an inverted amphitheatre upon the hillside. Vines and
-tomatoes are largely grown by the industrious inhabitants.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Down by the sea, in the cavernous recesses of overhanging
-rocks, are some curious corn mills, to which one
-descends by a steep paved path, the tiny mountain
-stream that works the mills raging and sluicing alongside
-in a polished aqueduct at such prodigious speed
-that upon touching the water your hand receives a smart
-blow.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Here upon a small headland below the village we ate
-our luncheon, among clumps of purple stock and bushes
-of bright green spurge—devouring the while a week’s
-budget of letters that Pépé had brought out with him;
-after which we rejoined our carriage and began the long
-ascent of the Col that lay between us and Palma. Like
-a snake does the white road wind in loops up the mountain
-side; the <i>Pinus maritima</i> clothes the hill slopes
-to the very summit, but rarely attains an even respectable
-size. In this respect Majorca differs strikingly
-from Corsica, where grand forests of Laricio pine
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>flourish in the rockiest of soils. Natural timber is indeed
-a feature entirely lacking in the greater part of Majorca,
-owing to the fact that whenever it is in any way possible
-to utilise the ground it is devoted to the more profitable
-culture of the olive and almond.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Leaving the mountains behind us we presently pass
-Esporlás, with its rushing stream bordered by Lombardy
-poplars, and its great cloth factory, where hanks of dyed
-cotton are hanging out to dry; and soon after reaching
-Establiments—a trim and prosperous townlet nine kilometres
-from Palma—the rain comes down in torrents.
-We meet flocks of drenched sheep, and tilted country
-carts returning from market, each carter fast asleep
-inside, with his head on a pile of sacks and a blanket
-drawn up to his chin, leaving all responsibility to the
-sagacious mule who steps aside to let us pass. The
-wheat fields are dripping, the wet air is heavy with the
-scent of flowering may, and Palma itself is spanned by
-a bright rainbow. Let it rain! we are back in comfortable
-quarters once more!</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>On the 2nd of April we went to spend a few days at
-Sollér—the one inevitable expedition for all visitors to
-Palma. By the most direct route the drive only occupies
-three hours, but it is best to make a <i>détour</i> by way of
-Valldemósa and Miramár, so as to include the beautiful
-scenery of the north coast.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>Long and straight and flat is the road to Valldemósa,
-the cornfields on either side decked out with blue borage,
-gladiolus, and pink allium, and bordered with a fringe
-of flaring yellow daisies—the kind known in English
-gardens as annual chrysanthemums. A brilliant touch
-of colour is given by a row of bright vermilion flower-pots,
-set out on the snow-white parapet of a country
-house; but actual flower gardens are as lacking among
-the homesteads of Majorca as among those of most
-southern lands—and the peasants would no doubt
-marvel greatly at the sentiment which induces an
-English cottager to allot so much valuable space to
-flowers when he might devote it to the utilitarian
-onion or the practical potato.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A couple of hours’ drive brings one to the foot of the
-mountains, and passing through a fine gorge the road
-ascends to the village of Valldemósa, perched upon a
-saddle among the hills. It was here that in the sixteenth
-century Santa Catalina was born—the pious
-maiden who on her walks used the leaves of the olive
-and lentisk as rosaries, and who from her cell heard
-mass being celebrated in Palma Cathedral, ten miles
-distant; but Valldemósa’s chief claim to fame lies in
-her great Carthusian monastery, a huge yellow pile
-occupying the ridge above the village. Originating as
-the summer palace of the Moorish rulers of Majorca,
-the great building was subsequently used as a residence
-by the kings of Aragon, and it was not till the year 1400
-that it fell into the hands of the monks; fortified,
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>restored, and added to at various times, the monastery
-eventually covered an enormous area of ground, and
-sufficient still remains to amaze us at the lavish style
-in which twelve Carthusian friars and their Father
-Superior were housed.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>When the monastery was suppressed in 1835, the
-Spanish government made over the newer wing of
-the building to private persons, and nine Majorcan
-families occupy the monks’ old quarters to this day.
-Very charming are these monastic residences, entered
-from the cool, whitewashed cloisters; each set of rooms
-is quite secluded from the rest, and each has its small
-terrace garden to the south, where lemon-trees bask in
-the sunshine, screened by the high walls that divide
-each monk’s territory from that of his neighbour on
-either side. From the low parapet in front one looks
-out over a steep declivity of orange groves and ranges
-of hills stretching down to the gorge—the gate of the
-plains.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was in one of these apartments that George Sand
-passed the winter when she visited the island with her
-two children in the year 1838, accompanied by the
-invalid Chopin. The accommodation provided for one
-Carthusian friar—three good-sized rooms and a kitchen
-on the ground floor, with as many bedrooms above stairs—afforded
-ample living room for the party of four; but
-the winter proved bitterly cold, and all the comforts
-of a northern home were lacking in an island where
-open fireplaces are unknown, and a brazier filled with
-charcoal is the only means of warming a room. At
-great expense an iron stove was brought up to Valldemósa
-and installed in one of the rooms, where it
-smelt abominably. In other matters the unfortunate
-strangers were no happier; the grand piano—imported
-from France—gave such endless trouble at the Palma
-customs that they would willingly have had it sunk
-in the harbour—but even that was not permitted. It
-was only after protracted wrangling that it was finally
-liberated upon the payment of four hundred francs.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il80' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image133.jpg' alt='George Sand’s Rooms at Valldemósa' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>It was here that George Sand passed the winter when
-she visited the island with her two children in 1838, accompanied
-by the invalid Chopin.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_80'>80</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il81' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image134.jpg' alt='View on North Coast of Majorca' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The mountain ranges stretch back in splendid perspective
-to where the faint blue battering-ram of the Dragonéra is
-dimly visible in the distance.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_76'>76</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>The attitude of the Valldemósans too was anything
-but pleasant or conciliatory to the French exiles; the
-expulsion of the monks was too recent for them to have
-become reconciled to the occupation of the monastery
-by lay residents, and they looked with intense suspicion
-on these foreigners who never came to church and who
-scandalised society by allowing a little girl of nine to
-roam the country attired in rational costume.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>There were doubtless faults on both sides; if the
-peasants regarded George Sand as a heathen, she looked
-upon them as uncharitable and bigoted barbarians, and
-she contrasts the result of their so-called religion with
-the abomination of desolation of philosophy in which—as
-she ironically remarks—her own children were
-brought up.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Life in Majorca seems to have offered few attractions
-to the foreigner in those days; setting aside the
-difficulties of transit—difficulties rendered doubly trying
-in the case of an invalid—the discomfort of the pig-boat
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>by which one came to Palma, and the shocking
-state of the roads, to which I have previously alluded—setting
-all this aside, the very character of the islanders
-seems to have been radically different when George Sand
-sojourned amongst them from what it is now. According
-to her, the Majorcans were dirty and impertinent;
-they cheated one shamelessly at every turn; they were
-calculating, selfish, and utterly heartless where their
-own interest was concerned; letters of recommendation
-to twenty Palma residents would hardly suffice to
-prevent a stranger from wandering homeless about the
-town on arrival; and if any luckless foreigner presumed
-to complain of the treatment he received, or so
-much as ventured to express disapproval at the presence
-of scorpions in his soup, a torrent of indignation and
-contempt descended on his head.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Now our own impressions of the Majorcans differed
-so wholly from the above description that it is difficult to
-realise that the writer was referring to the same people.
-Our experience of the island was, however, necessarily
-a brief and superficial one—and though I have endeavoured
-faithfully to record all that befell us on our travels
-I am open to the charge of having taken too <i>couleur-de-rose</i>
-a view, or—in the more pithy Minorcan phrase—of
-having unconsciously resembled “the ass of Moro, who
-was enchanted with everything.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>I therefore quote the following words written by one
-not open to this charge—the Austrian Archduke Louis
-Salvator, who for more than twenty years made the island
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>his home, who travelled about among the peasants, and
-who probably knows the island and its inhabitants more
-intimately than do most of the natives themselves:—</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“The Majorcans,” he writes, “are gentle, cheerful,
-open-hearted, compassionate, and charitable to the poor;
-faithful in friendship, and extremely attached to their
-wives and children; <em>very hospitable, like all the Balearic
-peoples</em>—this applies to rich and poor alike, who all heap
-kindness upon the stranger and entertain him with their
-best.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>How to reconcile this opinion with that of George
-Sand I do not know—for it is not usual for the racial
-characteristics of an island people to alter so completely
-in fifty years. I can only imagine that the French
-authoress must have arrived in Majorca at an inauspicious
-moment; that she unintentionally roused the animosity
-of her neighbours, and that she may have been actually
-unlucky in the people with whom she came in contact;
-while anxiety over the condition of her sick friend did not
-improve her temper. It must not be supposed, however,
-that her winter at Valldemósa was one long Jeremiad;
-she thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of the scenery and the
-flowers, and her vivid imagination, her spirit, and her
-sense of humour carried her through trials that would
-have depressed many another person.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>An apology is due to her memory for the deliberate
-charge brought against her in Murray’s guide-book of
-having damaged a certain “priceless historical document”
-during her stay in the island. The document in
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>question is a curious illuminated map of Europe and the
-north coast of Africa, made for Amerigo Vespucci in the
-year 1439 by a Majorcan draughtsman; and George Sand
-is most unjustly held up to the reprobation of all future
-travellers as having obtained permission to copy this map,
-and as having upset her inkpot over it.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>That an inkpot <em>was</em> upset over it she herself records in
-dramatic narration, but her account of the affair goes to
-show that she had neither part nor lot in bringing about
-the accident; her hair stands on end with horror as she
-recalls the scene....</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>She was being shown the library collected by Cardinal
-Despuig, uncle to the then Count of Montenegro, when
-the house-chaplain volunteered to show her the precious
-map—the gem of the collection. Spreading it on a table
-he unrolled the beautiful illuminated parchment—whereon
-large cities share the Sahara with equally large savages
-mounted on camels; but the vellum was reluctant to
-remain flat, seeing which, a servant placed a full inkstand
-upon a corner of the map to keep it open. But alas! its
-weight was insufficient! The scroll gave a crack—a leap—and
-lo! it was again rolled up, <em>with the inkstand inside</em>!</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Horror and confusion reigned; the chaplain fainted
-away; the servants were petrified—and then, losing their
-heads, dashed up with sponges, brooms, and pails of
-water, and fell upon the map with zeal so fatal that kingdoms,
-oceans, isles, and continents were overwhelmed in
-common ruin.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>George Sand declares she was not even touching the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>table at the moment of the catastrophe—but adds prophetically
-that she quite supposes the blame of it will
-to all time be laid at her door. The map was subsequently
-restored by skilful hands to nearly its pristine
-glory, and is now to be seen under glass in the house
-of the Count of Montenegro at Palma.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The big monastery-church of Valldemósa contains little
-of interest beyond some good marble mosaics, and hanging
-on the wall is a curious apparatus not unlike a pool-marker,
-with lettered pegs that fit into holes—the talking
-board used by the silent monks when they wished to
-communicate with one another.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From Valldemósa an hour’s drive brings one to
-Miramár, the large estate purchased in 1872 by the
-Archduke Louis Salvator. Before arriving at the house
-itself one passes the roadside <i>hospedéria</i>, kept up—with
-true Majorcan hospitality—by the lord of the manor for
-the benefit of travellers: free quarters for three days, with
-firing, salt, and olives, are offered to all comers, and the
-woman in charge cooks the food that visitors bring with
-them. This hospice makes an excellent centre from
-which to explore the north coast of the island, and good
-walkers would discover countless delightful rambles
-amongst the pinewoods that clothe the cliffs down to
-the water’s edge.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The Archduke’s own house is a plain building standing
-2,000 feet above sea-level; the name Miramár—Sea View—has
-attached to the site ever since the thirteenth century,
-when Don Jaime II.—acting on the recommendation of
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>Rámon Lull, his seneschal—founded a college there.
-Never was a name better deserved; like a silver mirror the
-placid Mediterranean lies outspread below one, its motionless
-surface flecked with tiny fishing boats; dark, fir-clad
-cliffs slope precipitously to the sea, and far below lies the
-red rock Foradada like some gigantic saurian in the blue
-water. Look-out points, or <i>Miradórs</i>, are constructed in
-various parts of the grounds, commanding glorious views;
-and perched upon a rocky spur lower down the hill is a
-tiny chapel, recently built, dedicated to St. Rámon Lull.
-One of its foundation stones was brought from Bougie in
-Algeria—where the saint met his death by stoning—and
-another from San Francisco, in memory of the missionary
-Juan Serra, the Majorcan founder of the Pacific city.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>For the last eight years the Archduke has not resided
-at his Majorcan home, greatly to the regret of the people;
-the house is uninhabited, but is shown to visitors by the
-caretaker.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Its chief interest consists in the entirely native character
-of its contents; everything in the house is Majorcan—the
-thick, soft matting on the floors, the string-seated rocking-chairs
-and the fat stools of stuffed basket-work; the handsome
-brass braziers and the carved four-post bedsteads;
-the inlaid chests and cabinets, and the splendid collection
-of faïence ware, of which the owner is a connoisseur.
-Majorcan too is the vulture in the garden—a fierce, brown
-bird, who hisses at visitors, and jumps wrathfully from
-branch to branch of the aviary in which he has lived for
-seventeen long years.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il86' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image141.jpg' alt='Street at the Port of Sollér' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The port of Soller is a fishing village of narrow
-streets</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_89'>89</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il87' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image142.jpg' alt='Palmer from the Holy Land' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>We came up with a palmer from the Holy Land, posting
-along at five miles an hour.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_87'>87</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>The Archduke is the author of a very exhaustive and
-profusely illustrated work on the Balearics, “<i>Die Balearen
-in Wort und Bild</i>”; but unfortunately it is too costly
-a work to become generally known, or it would bring
-many travellers to visit the islands which the author
-loves so well.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>On leaving Miramár we continue along the coast to
-Deya, a picturesque village of clustered houses and steep
-streets of steps, perched upon an isolated peak and
-backed by high mountains. Here we caught sight of a
-strange figure striding along the road ahead of us, and
-presently we came up with a holy palmer, who might
-have stepped straight out of the twelfth century—with
-cockleshells and staff, and with his sandal shoon. He
-was posting along at five miles an hour with a dog at his
-heels.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“Whither away, O Father?” we asked with respectful
-salutation.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“Over the whole world, my children,” replied the old
-man, turning upon us a rugged face framed in long grey
-locks.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We learnt that he was a native of Spain, and had for
-years been on a pilgrimage to the most sacred shrines in
-all lands; he had been in the Holy Land and in Egypt—had
-visited St. James of Compostella, and Rome, and
-Lourdes—and now was on his way to the shrine of Our
-Lady of Lluch. His wallet contained his papers—viséd
-at his various halting places—together with a few
-treasured relics from the Holy Sepulchre; of money he
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>had no need, since the faithful everywhere would give
-him food and a night’s lodging, for the labourer is worthy
-of his hire. But he dare not tarry, for he had yet far to
-go, and with a “<i>Buen viaje!</i>” we drove on and soon lost
-sight of the solitary pilgrim who in this strange fashion
-was working out his own salvation.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The town of Sollér lies almost at sea-level, in a
-spacious valley ringed round with mountains around
-whose grey peaks buzzards and ravens—dwarfed by
-distance to the size of midges—circle and slant for ever
-to and fro.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Warm and sheltered, rich with orange and lemon
-groves, date palms and loquats, and entirely enclosed
-with hills but for an opening down to the little port on
-the north, Sollér is Majorca’s garden of the Hesperides.
-Though it is only April 3rd, the roses are running riot in
-the gardens of <i>Son Angelāts</i>, a fine house on the outskirts
-of the town belonging to a Marchésa who only resides
-there in summer time; it has terraces overlooking Sollér,
-and large grounds laid out with orange groves, tall palms,
-and flowering shrubs; roses cover the terrace walls and
-climb up into the grey olive-trees from whence they fall
-back in festoons—and the gardener breaks off branch
-after branch for us as we go along, great yellow Marshal
-Niels, pink La France, crimson tea roses, butter-coloured
-Banksias, miniature <i>roses de Meaux</i>, and fragrant Madame
-Falcot; we have more roses than we can carry. The
-borders are full of pansies and polyanthus, Parma violets
-and carnations; we are given bouquets of spirea, freesias,
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>peonies, and heliotrope, and we drive away with our little
-<i>carreta</i> decked out as if for the Carnival.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The Marchésa has beautiful grounds—carriages and
-horses, and many servants; and to these possessions she
-adds, with true Southern incongruity, a most remarkable
-approach to her entrance gate; several yards of decayed
-cobble paving—bestrewn with loose blocks of stone and
-full of deep holes—over which a small stream swirls
-rapidly, intervene between her carriage gate and the
-road outside. The bumps and crashes with which our
-cart forded the water nearly threw the pony down, and
-we feared at one time that a wheel was coming off, but
-we got through intact. That the marchioness should
-enjoy this episode as part of her daily drive strikes even
-the natives, I think, as a little strange.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The modest little hotel <i>La Marina</i> at Sollér is a great
-improvement on the ordinary village <i>fonda</i>; the cooking
-is good, the bedrooms plainly but suitably furnished, and
-the proprietor and his daughters spare no pains to make
-their guests happy. Mules can be procured in the town
-for mountain expeditions, a carriage and pair is kept for
-hire, and there is a toy <i>carreton</i> belonging to the hotel
-in which one may drive out alone—feeling somewhat like
-a coster going to the Derby; the minute white pony
-hurries one along at extraordinary speed and stops for
-nothing but the Majorcan word of command—Poke-a-parg!</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The port of Sollér, about half an hour distant, is a little
-land-locked harbour with a fishing village of narrow
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>streets and picturesque houses. Majorca’s northern coast
-is in general so precipitous and inhospitable that the safe
-anchorage offered by the Sollér harbour was a great
-attraction to the corsairs of the Middle Ages, and many
-and terrible were the struggles that took place in the sixteenth
-century between them and the inhabitants of
-Sollér; on one of these occasions they sacked and then
-burnt to the ground the great Oratory of Santa Catalina,
-which stands on a headland at the mouth of the harbour.
-After this a castle was built, whose guns commanded the
-entrance to the port; but of this nothing remains except
-part of a tower, now incorporated in a modern dwelling-house.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>There are many expeditions to be made on foot and on
-muleback into the mountains that surround Sollér;
-stalwarts can make the ascent of the snow-crowned
-<i>Puig Mayor</i>—Majorca’s highest peak, five thousand feet
-above sea-level—or visit the <i>Gorch Blau</i>, a ten hours’
-expedition, with several miles of rock steps to come
-down on the way back, but both of these require strength
-and endurance. Then there is the <i>Barránco</i>, a ravine,
-clean cut as with a knife, upon the summit of a grey
-mountain ridge from whence a splendid view is obtained;
-and there is the <i>Torrent de Pareys</i> on the north coast, to
-be reached by boat on a calm day in about two hours.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il90' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image147.jpg' alt='View of Sollér' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The white town of Soller lying in the lap of the hills,
-framed by converging mountain slopes</i> ...”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_92'>92</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il91' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image148.jpg' alt='Old House at Fornalutx' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Many of the houses at Fornalutx are extremely old, with
-quaint staircases and old stone archways.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_91'>91</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>Of the shorter excursions one well worth making is to
-the hill village of Fornalutx; the road runs up the valley
-of the Torriente, a bubbling hill stream with banks of
-blue and white periwinkle and a masonry bed overhung
-with thousands of orange and lemon trees, beneath which
-lie oranges in golden mounds, like cider apples in a
-Somerset orchard. In spite of the scale disease, which
-in latter years has wrought havoc in many groves—blackening
-the fruit and destroying the foliage—the
-oranges of Sollér are still famous, and fetch market
-prices ranging from a penny to fivepence a dozen, according
-to quality, while a dozen of the best lemons are here
-sold for twopence.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The streets of Fornalutx are principally flights of broad
-cobbled steps, and many of the houses are extremely
-ancient and fascinating, with quaint wooden balustrades,
-carved window frames, and old stone archways. One of
-those we visited had an oil mill on the premises, and we
-were shown the stone bins into which the panniers of
-olives are first emptied, and the great trough in which
-they are subsequently crushed with a millstone turned
-by a mule; the olive pulp is then placed in flat, circular
-baskets, and when these are piled up in layers to a considerable
-height, boiling water is poured over them and
-they are crushed flat by an immense baulk of timber that
-descends upon them from above. The exuding liquid
-flows into a tank below, where by the happy provision
-of Nature the oil is able to be drawn off by a surface pipe
-while the water is carried away by one at the bottom.
-The olive harvest takes place in October and November;
-the oil is much used in Majorcan cookery—though not to
-any unpleasant extent—and children are often seen
-eating slices of bread spread with oil in place of the jam
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>or dripping with which it would be flavoured in our own
-country.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>Our stay at Sollér was cut short by the unkindness of
-the weather. For two days the rain held off, grudgingly;
-but on the third we awoke to find the whole valley
-enveloped in a dense Scotch mist; our host looked up at
-the blurred outlines of the mountains, and he looked at
-the gusts of cloud that were blowing through the <i>barranco</i>,
-and he shook his head; he was honest, and he confessed
-that the prospect was not hopeful. A rain wind sobbed
-round the house as we sat over the wood fire that evening,
-and from an adjoining room came the singularly
-monotonous chant—high, nasal, and quavering—with
-which a Majorcan servant girl can accompany her sweeping
-for hours at a time. The effect was indescribably
-triste, and our thoughts turned to the flesh pots of
-Palma.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The following morning showed no improvement, so
-our host’s victoria was requisitioned and we set out
-on our return to the Grand Hotel. For an hour and a
-half our two sturdy horses toiled up out of the valley, the
-winding zigzags of the road affording us now and again a
-backward glance at the little white town lying in the lap
-of the hills, framed by converging mountain slopes. On
-reaching the top of the pass we met a fresher air, and we
-rattled merrily down the beautifully graded road towards
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>the plain, drawing up presently at the wayside villa of
-Alfádia.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Alfádia is an ancient caravanserai that still bears traces
-of its Moorish origin; passing under the high entrance
-gateway, which has a Moorish ceiling of carved and
-painted wood, one enters a vast courtyard, surrounded by
-stables and containing a fountain and a pepper-tree of
-immense size and age. When first we entered the great
-quadrangle it was absolutely deserted, but no sooner did
-our camera mount its tripod than with the mysterious
-suddenness of Roderick Dhu’s men figures emerged from
-all sides, anxious to be included in the picture.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Hardly had we regained our carriage when the rain
-that had long been threatening began to come down—first
-gently, then harder, and finally with a terrific clap
-of thunder we were overtaken by a kind of cloudburst.
-Whipping up the horses our driver made a dash for a
-wayside inn on the Palma road, and driving in under the
-deep verandah-like porch running along the whole front
-of the building we drew up and were gradually joined by
-other refugees till every inch of standing room was taken
-up. Cheek by jowl with us were white-tilted orange
-carts from Sollér, a countryman and his cow, a post cart,
-sundry mules, and a number of pedestrians who arrived
-half drowned beneath their umbrellas; and in this most
-welcome shelter we all remained imprisoned while for the
-next half hour it rained as I have never seen it rain before.
-Cascades fell from the edge of the verandah roof, the road
-became a river, and from the olive grounds gory floods
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>were descending and were struggling and leaping through
-the culverts like the legions of red rats charmed out of
-Hamelin by the pied piper.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is with diffidence that I venture to observe that a
-<em>very unusual</em> amount of rain fell around Palma this
-spring—for there is a growing feeling of incredulity on
-the subject of unusual seasons. I have heard of a man
-who had lived for thirty years in Algiers, and who asserted
-that in that time he had experienced thirty unusual
-seasons. Few winter resorts perhaps could equal this
-record, but I fancy that in most places abnormal seasons
-of one kind or another are sufficiently common for the
-really normal one—when it does make its appearance—to
-be almost, if not quite, as unusual as the rest.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>On April 16th we took the train for Alcúdia and
-set out on our fourth and final tour in Majorca.
-When I say that we took the train for Alcúdia I mean
-that we went as far in that direction as the train would
-carry us, for with a strange perversity the railway line,
-instead of running right across the island from Palma to
-Alcúdia and so connecting the latter and its Minorcan
-service of boats with the rest of the world, stops short
-some ten miles from the coast, perhaps with a view to
-annoying possible invaders.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il94' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image153.jpg' alt='Courtyard at Alfádia' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Alfadia is an old caravanserai.... In its great courtyard
-is a fountain and an enormous pepper tree</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_93'>93</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il95' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image154.jpg' alt='Roman Gate, Alcúdia' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>We passed out of the town of Alcúdia by the Roman gate
-called the Puerta del Muelle.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_95'>95</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>Two hours after leaving Palma we descended at the
-terminus of La Puébla, where we and five other persons
-scrambled with difficulty into an immensely high two-wheeled
-carrier’s cart covered with a canvas tilt. For
-an hour and a half the stout horse jogged slowly along a
-flat road, and then we drove under the great fortified
-gateway of San Sebastian and entered Alcúdia, an ancient
-town of dingy-looking houses, with paved alleys so narrow
-that our horse had to put his head right in at people’s
-front doors in order to turn the sharp street corners.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Alcúdia is still surrounded by strong walls and a moat,
-fortifications dating partly from Roman and partly from
-Moorish days. During the great peasant revolt of the
-sixteenth century the Aragonese nobles came here for
-refuge; their yoke had been a heavy one, and since the
-annexation of the island by the crown of Aragon discontent
-and unrest had filled the population. Oppressed and
-heavily taxed, they at last rose in insurrection, and forming
-themselves into armed bands laid siege to Alcúdia till
-the arrival of a Spanish fleet turned the scales against
-them. Their leader, Colom, was beheaded, and his head
-sent to Palma, where for more than two hundred years it
-hung in an iron cage at the <i>Puerta Margarita</i>, near to
-which is a square that still bears his name.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We did not stop in Alcúdia, but passing out of the
-town by the fine Roman gate called the <i>Puerta del Muelle</i>
-we drove on to the harbour, about a mile distant.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The <i>Fonda de la Marina</i> on the seashore is a large and
-quite civilised inn, with whitewashed corridors and rows
-of numbered deal doors; it is a very marine <i>fonda</i> indeed,
-being situated actually on the water’s edge, so that our
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>driver before putting us down takes a short turn in the
-sea to wash his cart wheels. Fishing-smacks lie under
-our windows, and Francisca the general servant—in
-whose absence everything is at a standstill and who is
-being perpetually screeched for from the front door—comes
-up hurriedly in a small boat from the mole where
-she has been buying fish for our dinner.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Our host informed us that two visitors were already
-installed in the house, but when we inquired their
-names and nationality he was hopelessly vague. To the
-Majorcan innkeeper foreigners are foreigners, and as
-such will naturally know all other foreigners; and he
-describes bygone guests by their appearance, age, and
-such traits as he has observed in them, confident that
-they will be at once recognised by the person to whom
-he speaks. To his disappointment, however, we entirely
-failed—in spite of his most graphic description—to
-identify our fellow guests, and it was not till we were
-sitting at table that evening, over our raisins and
-cabbages, our lobster salad and cutlets, that we saw two
-strangers enter whom we perceived to be English. They
-told us they had been here more than a week, and had
-thoroughly enjoyed their stay.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Very peaceful is the great bay of Alcúdia, with its
-sand dunes and pine woods, its reedy marshes, and its
-sickle-curve of dazzling white sand encircling the deep
-blue water. One may wander for miles along the lonely
-shore, watching the ways of the burying-beetles that
-live in large colonies among the bee orchises and cistus
-bushes above high-water mark, or searching for shells
-and fragments of coral among the seaweed rissoles of the
-<i>Poseidonia oceanica</i> that bestrew the beach in countless
-numbers.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il96' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image157.jpg' alt='Bay of Alcúdia' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Very peaceful is the bay of Alcúdia with its sickle curve
-of snow-white sand encircling the turquoise-blue water.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_96'>96</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il97' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image158.jpg' alt='Moorish Waterwheel' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>one of the</i> norias <i>introduced by the Moors, and
-still used in Majorca for raising water from wells</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_99'>99</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>There are many excursions in the neighbourhood that
-good walkers can easily accomplish on foot. Between
-the harbour and the town of Alcúdia are the remains of
-a Roman amphitheatre, supposed to mark the site of the
-old Pollentia—long disappeared; on a rocky slope, converted
-into a wild flower garden by a gorgeous tangle of
-yellow daisies, convolvulus, borage, asphodel and mallow,
-can be traced partial tiers of seats and flights of steps
-cut in the rock; and in a depression of the ground are
-seen the caves originally destined for wild beasts, but
-now inhabited by nothing more ferocious than a family
-of black pigs couched upon a bed of seaweed.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Here and there among the flowers one stumbles into a
-grave; there are rows upon rows of these Roman graves—narrow,
-shallow tombs cut in the surface of the rock
-and half filled with earth. Fragments of Roman pottery,
-broken lamps, skulls and bones are constantly picked up,
-and two years ago a grave was found intact by some men
-who were quarrying freestone. Like the rest, it was
-quite shallow, and in it was found a quantity of gold
-jewellery that had evidently belonged to a Roman lady.
-We were shown the ornaments, which comprised a brooch
-set with rubies, an oval locket—which at one time had
-apparently contained a portrait—a long chain necklace
-with clasps, set with small pearls and two emeralds; two
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>handsome gold and pearl earrings, and a few smaller
-trinkets. In another tomb was found a gold bracelet,
-and a silver coin said to be of the reign of Tiberius. All
-these are now in the possession of the finder.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Close to the Roman cemetery are some other graves,
-half hidden by rough grass. As our guide turned over
-the earth with his foot he disclosed a jawbone furnished
-with a row of splendid molars; from the style of burial
-and other indications these graves have been decided to
-be Moorish, but as far as we could learn no systematic
-investigation of the ground has yet been attempted.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The following morning we drove to the <i>Castillo de
-Moros</i>, in one of the usual tilted carts, drawn by a big
-mule that for some time showed no sign of being able to
-go at any pace but a walk; our remark, however, that a
-horse would have been swifter, put the driver on his
-mettle, and, declaring that his mule had great velocity,
-he urged the animal into a fast trot which was kept up
-as long as the condition of the road rendered it in any
-degree possible.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Skirting the town by an arrow track cut in the bedrock,
-and dating probably from Roman times, we struck
-out across country to the Moorish fort that stands on a
-promontory overlooking the bay of Pollensa. In spite
-of its age the little <i>Castillo</i> is in good preservation;
-moat and bastions are almost intact, and a squat pylon
-of yellow freestone gives entrance to the building and to
-a broad, flagged terrace on the side towards the sea.
-Goats browse around the ramparts among palmetto and
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>lentisk, cactus and asphodel; and framed in the embrasures
-of the masonry is the gorgeous blue of the bay,
-with the long serrated ranges of Cap Formentór visible
-in the far distance.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Below us, silhouetted against the distant headland of
-the Cap de Pinár, stood one of the <i>nórias</i>, or Persian
-wheels, introduced by the Moors and still used in the
-island for raising water from wells. Bushes of pink
-stock clambered into the ancient stone aqueduct, which
-led away from the nória across the bean fields; some
-sheep were grazing the stony ground, watched by a boy
-in an enormous straw hat, who stood in the shade of a
-clump of pines. It was a pretty pastoral scene, typical
-of the peaceful tide of life that flows on around the
-Moors’ old fort.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The southern shore of the Bay of Pollensa is very
-beautiful, and by an amazingly bad road it is possible to
-drive a considerable way along it, to the Cap de Pinar, a
-wild headland where we spent a delightful hour; at our
-feet—far, far below—lay the waters of the bay, and
-beyond it the trackless sierra of Cap Formentór stretches
-its arm northwards till it ends in a bold cliff that plunges
-sheer into the sea. Behind us is a mountain range, on
-the slopes of which is visible the pilgrimage church of
-Our Lady of Victory, and looking inland we can see the
-pale blue pyramid of the Puig Mayór.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was a <i>fête</i> day, and crowds of holiday makers were
-returning from the Cap—whole family parties laden with
-palmetto roots slung over their shoulders; the heart of
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>this dwarf palm is considered a delicacy by the Majorcans;
-the plant is chopped out of the ground with an axe, and
-the lower leaves trimmed off close, leaving only a tuft of
-young shoots at the top, which gives the root an almost
-precise resemblance to a pineapple. But it is a woody
-form of nourishment, and not a taste to be acquired after
-childhood I should imagine.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>On April 18th we left Alcúdia for Pollensa. A gale had
-arisen in the night, and we awoke to find the bay flecked
-with foam caps and the white sand flying like smoke
-along the shore. The Barcelona boat was many hours
-overdue, and the fishing fleet could not put out to sea, so
-that the men, who had stocked their boats overnight with
-kegs of water and provisions, instead of being off at daybreak
-as was their wont, were reduced to mending their
-nets and splitting firewood while they waited, with all the
-philosophic patience of their kind, for the wind to abate.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Pollensa is about an hour and a half’s drive from
-Alcúdia. Surrounded by ancient olive groves and
-rockeries planted with patches of beans and wheat, the
-old town lies secluded among the hills, out of sight and
-out of sound of the sea—only three miles distant. On
-one side of the town rises the green Calvary hill, on the
-other the bare grey <i>Puig de Pollensa</i>, crowned by a
-pilgrimage church and <i>hospedéria</i>; this passion for building
-a church on the highest and most inaccessible spot
-attainable is a really curious phenomenon.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il100' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image163.jpg' alt='Bay of San Vicente' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Very picturesque is the little blue bay of San Vicente,
-with its cliff walls and jagged peaks.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_103'>103</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il101' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image164.jpg' alt='Ancient Costume of Majorca' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The generation now dying out is the last that will be
-seen in the dress worn by their forefathers for a thousand
-years past.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_101'>101</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>An atmosphere of old-world tranquillity pervades the
-place; undisturbed by railways, approached by only one
-good road—that from La Puebla—and brought in touch
-hardly at all with the outside world, Pollensa is the most
-characteristically Majorcan town in the whole island.
-The older men still wear the wide Moorish breeches, the
-woollen stockings and strong leather shoes latched across
-with a bow, which the younger ones have forsaken in
-favour of the less picturesque modern garb. The generation
-now dying out is the last that will be seen in the
-dress worn by their forefathers for a thousand years past,
-and I am glad to have visited the island before the
-costume has become a mere tradition.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Castillian is little spoken in Pollensa, and our stay at
-the inn of Antonio de Sollér was complicated by the fact
-that our good host and his daughter knew rather less
-Spanish than we did ourselves. The old woman who
-swept the floors was, I think, a little touched in the head,
-and she annoyed us considerably for some time by pausing
-in front of us with uplifted broom—as we sat in our
-rocking chairs, peacefully reading—and haranguing us in
-Majorcan, of which she knew we did not understand a
-word.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“<i>Les silents ont toujours tort</i>”—and at last we turned
-the tables on her by suddenly bursting forth in emphatic
-English, which had the effect of silencing her completely,
-and she departed, muttering darkly, no doubt more convinced
-than ever that we were mad.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We found our inn to be comfortable, and, in spite of
-being in the middle of the town, exceedingly quiet. The
-Majorcan cookery is always good, and though liable to
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>become monotonous, a certain variety of diet is obtained
-by moving from place to place. Chicken stewed with
-rice, or a ragout, supplemented by fish and an omelette,
-form the staple dishes of Majorcan <i>fondas</i>; and each inn
-has its own idea of what a sweet course should be, to
-which it rigorously adheres; at Felanitx we got into a
-stratum of enormous jam puffs—larger than I could have
-conceived possible; at Arta it was figs, stuffed with
-aniseed; at Alcúdia, slabs of quince jelly; at Pollensa
-heavy pastry starfish, which made their appearance twice
-a day with unfailing regularity.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>For breakfast coffee can always be obtained—although
-it must be remembered that coffee does not necessarily
-imply milk, unless specially ordered; and with the coffee
-it is the custom to eat an <i>ensaimáda</i>—a kind of sweet
-sugar-besprinkled bun. Except at Palma and Sollér,
-butter is not to be had; we usually supplied its place with
-jam we carried with us, but at Pollensa we found ourselves
-reduced to our last pot, and that pot we decided to
-save up as emergency rations, for rumour had it that
-at Lluch, whither we were bound, we might be glad of
-anything at all.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The morning after our arrival at Pollensa we drove out
-to the <i>Cala de San Vicente</i>, a bay on the north coast
-of the island; after driving over a bad road for some miles
-we left the <i>galaréta</i> and walked down to the sea by
-a charming path leading through pine woods and a wild
-rock-garden of pink and white cistus and yellow broom,
-where for the first time we heard the nightingale. Near
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>the shore are large freestone quarries—smooth-walled
-pits of cream-coloured stone—where men are employed
-in detaching great blocks with wedges, and shaping them
-with saw and axe; so plentiful is the freestone in many
-parts of the island that not only the houses, but the field-walls
-and even the pigstyes are built of it. It is extremely
-soft and easy to work when first quarried, and has the
-invaluable property of hardening more and more as time
-goes on, when exposed to the air. This causes many of
-the ancient buildings—such as the Lonja and others—to
-look quite disappointingly modern, owing to the smooth,
-unweathered surface of the walls and the sharp lines
-of all angles.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Exceedingly picturesque is the little blue bay of St.
-Vincent, with its enclosing cliff walls and jagged peaks;
-on a small headland stands a ruined <i>ataláya</i> of curious
-construction, the tower being rounded on the land side,
-but forming an acute angle towards the sea.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Amongst the prickly pear and boulders of this headland
-we noticed a large, almost circular, block of stone that
-attracted our attention from its bearing traces of a rude
-square cut in its upper surface. We asked the daughter of
-our <i>fondista</i>, who was with us, whether there was any legend
-attaching to the ancient stone, but she was interested not
-at all in pre-historic man:</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“That <i>mésa</i>,” she explained—<i>mésa</i> means table, and
-is the term applied to all the megalithic altars in the
-Balearics—“that <i>mésa</i> is there for visitors to have their
-luncheon upon.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>This lack of observation and of intelligent interest in
-their surroundings we found not uncommon among the
-people, who have an almost Oriental incuriosity with
-regard to things that do not practically concern them.
-Many a time did we draw the attention of a native to
-some conspicuous plant growing in profusion around his
-home, and ask him what kind of flower it bore when
-in bloom; whereupon he would reply without hesitation
-that that particular plant never flowered at all, and
-consider himself well out of the matter.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>I remember being told by a traveller in Spain that once
-when in the very centre of the liquorice industry he
-inquired of his landlord what part of the plant was used,
-to which he replied that it was the root:</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“And what kind of plant is it that supplies these roots?”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“Oh, there is no plant at all—nothing to be seen above
-ground.”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Pursuing his inquiries further, he found a man who
-admitted that there was certainly a plant, but he maintained
-that it never flowered. This was in the neighbourhood
-of acres of the plant, then in full flower!</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the afternoon our host drove us to Aubercuix in
-a tilted cart, with an old flea-bitten Rosinante in the
-shafts. Passing the quaint <i>Fuente de Gallo</i>—an urn-shaped
-stone fountain presided over by a spruce cock,
-where all day long the women fill their water jars—we had
-not proceeded more than half a mile on our way when the
-back bench of our conveyance, on which we both were
-sitting, broke down with a loud crack, and in the confusion
-our best umbrella fell out in front and got badly
-kicked by the horse. Our host was aghast; he jumped
-down and repaired the damage as quickly as possible—propped
-up the seat with some chunks of firewood that
-happened to be in the cart—disengaged the umbrella from
-the horse’s hind leg—and tried to assure us that all was
-well. But it was far from well. Our appearance had for
-some time past not been our strong point; repeated
-wettings and dryings had not improved our hats; our
-clothes were almost worn out—and now the best umbrella
-was just as baggy and bent and stained as the other, and,
-moreover, would only open in a lop-sided way.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il104' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image169.jpg' alt='Cock Fountain at Pollensa' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> Fuente de Gallo, <i>an urn-shaped stone fountain,
-presided over by a spruce cock</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_104'>104</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il105' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image170.jpg' alt='Roman Bridge, Pollensa' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>the fine old Roman bridge at the entrance to
-Pollensa</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_107'>107</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>We were not a little annoyed at this mishap, but our
-annoyance was soon quenched in amusement, so curiously
-unconventional was our host’s style of driving; hollerin’
-and bellerin’ like Prince Giglio of immortal fame, as
-though driving half a dozen plough teams at once, our
-good host urged the old horse to speed with a running
-accompaniment of vituperation and ceaseless objurgations,
-ranging from threats to cajolements, thence to sarcasm,
-and occasionally rising to heights of scathing laughter,
-which startled the old horse more than anything else. It
-must not be imagined, however, that our progress was
-rapid; the noise served to clear the road for half a mile
-ahead of us, it is true, but the old horse had to be allowed
-to walk down every descent, while on the flat he was not
-expected to exceed a gentle trot; he understood his master
-perfectly, and feared him not at all. Never did we see
-an animal ill-treated in Majorca.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>The road to Aubercuix takes one down to the port of
-Pollensa, and thence round the bay as far as the little
-lighthouse on the opposite point; beyond this one can
-only penetrate into the <i>Cap de Formentór</i> by a bad mule
-track, or by taking a sailing boat and landing in some
-little cove along the coast.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Wonderful was the view, glorified by the golden evening
-light, that we obtained as we wound along the water’s
-edge and followed the gravelled causeway leading to the
-<i>Fáro</i>; across the bay shone the white town of Alcúdia,
-seemingly built on the seashore, though in reality far
-inland; looking back towards Pollensa the scene was of
-marvellous beauty—in the foreground the curve of the
-shore, broken by black clumps of rushes, a few stunted
-trees, and an upturned boat lying on the sand; beyond,
-some fishermen’s huts, with here and there a dark pine-tree,
-sharp-cut against the dim distance of the sierra.
-Rank behind rank, their planes parted by the evening
-mist, veiled in shimmering tints of pink and violet, dove
-colour and indigo, and melting away into the sunset sky
-itself, stretched the mountain chains behind Pollensa.
-Their peaks were tinged with flame, and the rays of the
-setting sun descended like fire-escapes of golden web into
-the azure mist that filled the valleys.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>For a few minutes the unearthly light lingered, and
-then the sun sank out of sight; a chill sea-breeze sprang
-up as we set our faces homeward, and the stars were
-shining serenely before we regained our <i>fonda</i>.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>The following morning we rode to the <i>Castillo del Rey</i>,
-the route taking us, soon after starting, over the fine old
-Roman bridge at the entrance of the town. For an hour
-and a half we pursued a good mule-track up the gorge of
-the Ternallas, a mountain stream dashing down through
-woods of ilex and pine, with bare grey peaks towering
-overhead; leaving the forest we came out into a grassy
-and boulder-strewn trough among the hills, and presently
-arrived at the foot of the crag on which the castle stands.
-So inaccessible does the rock look, crowned by the
-skeleton ribs of the old banqueting hall—yellow rock and
-yellow masonry welded in one—that at first sight one
-wonders how the ascent is to be even attempted. Up a
-steep hillside, covered with rocks, loose stones, and prickly
-shrubs, we scrambled and toiled on foot for nearly half an
-hour; more and more desperate grew the path as we
-advanced, larger and larger the rocks to be surmounted;
-but at last, with a final effort, we scaled a boulder over
-six feet in height and were hauled up by our muleteers
-into the arched doorway of the old fortress.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The origin of the castle is lost in the mists of antiquity;
-it is supposed to have existed in the time of the Romans,
-and under the Moors it formed an important stronghold
-to which they retreated after evacuating Palma. Later
-on the flag of Jaime III. still waved over the <i>Castillo del
-Rey</i> after the whole of the rest of the island had gone
-over to Pedro of Aragon, but in the year 1343 the loyal
-garrison was forced to surrender after a siege of more
-than two months.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>Not much of the fortress survives at the present time;
-three pointed freestone arches belonging to the central
-hall form the most conspicuous feature of the ruins.
-Beyond this there is little except some subterranean
-chambers, and a few fragments of rock-like wall and
-pointed battlement, still untouched by time, that survive
-amidst a chaos of masonry. From the northern edge of
-the cliff—an appalling precipice descending sheer to the
-sea—a magnificent view over the coast and the surrounding
-mountains is to be had on a clear day, but on the
-occasion of our own visit ominous stormclouds were
-closing in around us, and the horizon was a blank pall of
-rain.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Hardly had we sat down to luncheon when heavy drops
-began to fall; seizing our cutlets and oranges we fled to
-the rock tunnel leading from the entrance to the interior
-of the castle, and in that narrow and draughty passage
-continued our interrupted meal; but to our dismay
-rivulets soon began to invade our retreat, the heavens
-poured down water through a machicolation overhead,
-and before long we were sitting, like the Blessed Catalina,
-on stones in the middle of a river bed, while a growing
-torrent flowed beneath our feet. Our men wrapped their
-blankets around them and squatted patiently in the doorway.
-Presently footsteps were heard, and a wet stranger
-scrambled breathlessly in at the tunnel’s mouth, accompanied
-by a guide in wide indigo breeches soaked to the
-consistency of jelly bags, while rivulets ran from the brim
-of his felt hat.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il108' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image175.jpg' alt='Castillo del Rey' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Presently we came in sight of the Castillo del Rey
-... built upon a crag crowned by the skeleton ribs of the
-ancient banqueting hall—yellow rock and yellow masonry
-welded in one.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_108'>108</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il109' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image176.jpg' alt='Gorch Blau' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>We found the Gorch Blau filled with a rushing whirl of
-foaming, emerald-green water</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_115'>115</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>Still it poured—steadily—without intermission; the
-landscape below us was blotted out by a veil of driving
-rain; banks of cloud were sweeping in from the sea and
-settling in woolly folds upon the hills, which appeared
-and disappeared as one storm after another broke over
-them and passed on. For two hours we waited, and
-then there came a lull; sallying out in desperation we
-slid and scrambled down the slippery rocks and soaking
-vegetation of the steep hillside, and rejoining our equally
-wet mules set out for home. The red path was now a
-quagmire under foot, and the little watercourses were
-leaping and chasing down the hills to join the river; but
-the rain held off and we got back in safety, being met at
-the inn door by a chorus of inquiries as to how we had
-fared, laments over our wetting, and an optimistic assurance
-that on the morrow the weather would be very <i>bonito</i>
-indeed.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But when morning dawned it was far from being <i>bonito</i>—it
-could hardly look worse. Nevertheless we determined
-on making the march to Lluch—a ride of about four hours
-across the mountains. The charge for a mule with its
-attendant muleteer is six pesetas for this journey if they
-return the same day; but if, as in our case, they are
-retained at Lluch for further expeditions, an additional
-five pesetas is asked for the return trip to Pollensa. One
-of our mules was a very smart-looking beast, ridden with
-the iron noseband which in Majorca usually takes the
-place of a bit, and carrying the English side-saddle we
-had brought with us, covered with a sheepskin to lessen
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>the slipperiness so fatiguing to the rider when going up or
-down a steep mountain path for hours at a time. The
-other one was a sturdy pack animal, bridled in inferior
-manner with a hemp halter and furnished with pack
-saddle and panniers.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>These pack saddles are extremely comfortable to ride
-on if they are well balanced; one sits as on a broad, soft
-platform between the panniers, dangling a foot on either
-side of the mule’s neck, the idea being that if the beast
-falls you will alight on your feet and get clear of him
-whichever way he rolls. As a matter of fact you find
-it impossible to move at all, partly owing to the adhesive
-nature of the sheepskin on which you are seated, and
-partly to a heterogeneous mass of luggage—rugs, valises,
-and fodder bags—piled high on either hand, while
-umbrellas and tripod-legs close your last avenue of
-escape.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The mounting of a laden pack-saddle is a problem in
-itself, and to the last I could discover no system upon
-which the feat is accomplished; a wild, spasmodic leap,
-taken from some wall near the animal, usually—but not
-always—lands one in the saddle, and once in position a
-fatalistic calm is the best attitude with which to confront
-the perils of the ensuing ride. The most well-meaning
-of mules has habits which do not conduce to the happiness
-of his rider upon a mountain track; he will pause on a
-hogsback ridge of slippery cobbles in the middle of a
-swift stream, to gaze entranced, with pricked ears, at
-the distant landscape; with an absolutely expressionless
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>countenance he carries one under a low bough—or
-anchors himself in front by fixing his teeth firmly in a
-tough shrub as he strides by, and then falls over himself
-as his stern overtakes him. In short he awakens in his
-rider a lively sympathy with Dr. Johnson, who was
-carried as uncontrollably on a horse as in a balloon.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The paths were in an unusually bad state that day
-owing to the recent heavy rain; great parts of the track
-were under water; every torrent was swelled to twice its
-normal size, and miniature Lauterbrunnen falls were
-leaping down the faces of the cliffs. We forded several
-streams, slithered down causeways of loose sliding
-blocks, and scrambled up slippery rock steps where it
-was all the mules could do to keep their feet and avoid
-falling backwards.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>For the first hour we rode in drenching rain through
-dark ilex woods and fine mountain scenery; but as we
-got higher the weather improved—the sun came out, the
-birds began to sing, the scent of wet cistus bushes filled
-the air, and emerging on to a grassy plateau we presently
-came in sight of the monastery of Lluch, lying in a level
-valley high up among the hills—a great pile of yellow
-buildings backed by grey rocks and ilex-trees.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Crossing the wide green, with its long range of stabling,
-its poplar-trees and fountain, we dismount—wet and tired—under
-the entrance archway, and pass into a large quadrangle
-formed by the college, the <i>hospedéria</i>, the priests’
-house, and the oratory, an ornate chapel hung with embroidered
-banners presented to Our Lady of Lluch.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>The history of this oratory goes back to a date shortly
-after the conquest in the thirteenth century, when a
-herd-boy named Lluch—or Lucas—while driving his
-flock home one night, noticed a strange light upon the
-mountain side; on relating this to a priest, the latter
-went to examine the spot whence the light proceeded,
-and there discovered a stone statue of the Blessed Virgin
-and Child, which was installed forthwith in a little
-chapel built for the purpose; and this Virgin of Lluch—the
-<i>Máre de Deu</i> as she is called—became in course of
-time the patroness of the Majorcans, and a great power
-in the land. Bequests of money and land were made to
-her, and in the fifteenth century the Oratory was founded,
-together with a college for the instruction of twelve
-poor children. The original college now forms the
-<i>hospedéria</i> for visitors, having been superseded by a
-newer building where to this day twelve boys receive
-education and instruction in church singing from the
-four priests who inhabit the <i>rectoria</i>.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The wants of visitors are attended to by six lay brothers,
-and at times the resources of the establishment are
-strained to their utmost. We were told that at Easter
-no fewer than six hundred people had made the pilgrimage
-hither, coming from all parts of the island and staying
-two or even three nights; those for whom there was no
-room in the <i>hospedéria</i> were bedded in the corridors and
-stables, while the rest slept in their carts and carriages
-outside.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Until recently all comers had to bring their own food,
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>but some few years ago a kind of restaurant—independent
-of the monastery—was established, where visitors can
-get simple meals at a very moderate charge. The wife
-of the <i>fondista</i> cooks well, and though neither meat,
-milk, nor butter are to be had, the staple provisions of
-sausage, sardines, cheese, bread, coffee, and condensed
-milk—with the addition of a fowl or an omelette—constitute
-a diet with which any traveller may be content.
-After supper one crosses the great quadrangle to the
-<i>hospedéria</i>, which contains some fifty beds, placed two,
-three, and even four in a room.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In answer to the bell at the iron grille a lay brother
-made his appearance and took us upstairs and down a
-long, spacious, echoing corridor to one of the whitewashed
-cells, where he presented us with a key and a pair of
-damp sheets and left us to our own devices. The room
-was sparsely furnished, and contained two beds, with a
-pile of mattresses and blankets, a small table, a chair,
-a diminutive tripod supporting a basin, an equally
-diminutive towel, and an earthenware jar with some
-water.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>For the moment it did not strike us that we were
-expected to make our own beds, and after waiting some
-time we sent an urgent message to our friar by a young
-man we met on the stairs and who seemed faintly
-amused at the errand. No one came, however—and
-neither on that nor on any subsequent occasion did Brother
-Bartholomew condescend to attend to us in any way
-whatever, or even supply us with more water, so that on
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>the second morning we were reduced to a kind of <i>nettoyage
-à sec</i>. The only thing he did for us was to come and
-rattle our door loudly at five o’clock in the morning to
-make us get up—and failing in his attempt, to go away,
-having either by accident or with malice aforethought
-turned the key in the door and locked us in.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was not till breakfast time that we discovered our
-plight, and we should have been constrained ignominiously
-to call for help from the window had we not succeeded in
-picking the lock with a buttonhook and so regained our
-freedom.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At nine o’clock we set out on our mules for the <i>Gorch
-Blau</i>, a two hours’ ride from the monastery. It is hopeless
-to ascertain beforehand from one’s muleteers the
-nature of the road that lies before one, for they admit
-no difference between one mountain path and another,
-and assure one invariably that the road will be good the
-whole way; nor are they in any way abashed when
-presently you come to a slippery rock staircase, so impossible
-that they advise you—in your own interest—to
-dismount and proceed on foot. The ride to the Gorge
-includes, as far as I can remember, only one really
-<i>mauvais quart d’heure</i>—but the rain had converted the
-paths into sloughs, and our poor men soon had their
-shoes soaked through and through, in spite of making
-<i>détours</i> wherever possible to avoid the floods through
-which our mules splashed recklessly.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But if all this water increased the difficulties of the
-march it also added immensely to the beauty of the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>landscape. As we wound along the heights we could
-hear the <i>Torrent de Pareys</i> in its deep cañon bed,
-thundering down in flood to the sea, and we found the
-<i>Gorch Blau</i> filled with a rushing whirl of foaming
-emerald-green water instead of containing—as it often
-does—a supply so scanty as hardly to deserve the name
-of torrent at all.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Towering fern-clad cliffs close in upon a ravine a few
-yards only in width, through which the water dashes at
-racing speed with a noise that prevents one from hearing
-oneself speak. An ancient pack-bridge spans the stream,
-and a path cut in the side of the water-worn cliff leads
-through the gorge into a broad open valley—a valley of
-desolation, ringed round with walls of bare grey rock,
-and strewn with innumerable stones, amongst which
-sheep and goats pick up a scanty living. For another
-hour we followed the course of the stream, now flowing
-tranquilly over a pebbly bed, and then reached a spot
-known as the <i>Pla de Cuba</i>—a higher valley among the
-hills, through which runs the path to Sollér, five hours
-distant. Here we made a two hours’ halt, and while the
-mules ate carob beans and cropped the coarse <i>carritx</i>
-grass covering the hillside, we explored the rocky slopes
-in search of the pink orchises and white cyclamen that
-grow here in profusion.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>These high regions have a far larger annual rainfall
-than the rest of the island, and the comparative dampness
-of the atmosphere is seen in the mossy trunks and
-fern-clad limbs of the ilex woods, as also in the unusual
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>girth of the trees—one grand old ilex, said to be the
-largest tree in Majorca, having a diameter of fully eight
-feet.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Clouds gather every evening upon the mountain tops
-around Lluch, and the plateau itself, sixteen hundred
-feet above sea-level, is often shrouded in fog for days
-together. In bad weather a stay at the monastery is by
-no means enjoyable, and when we woke on the second
-morning and found the rain falling fast, we were not
-sorry to think that the <i>galaréta</i> we had ordered from
-Inca to fetch us would arrive in an hour or so. Our
-shoes and skirts had never dried thoroughly since the
-soaking they got on our ride from Pollensa, and the
-unwarmed rooms felt miserably chilly.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Going across to the restaurant, where we breakfasted
-at an icy marble-topped table, we found four young
-Frenchmen, who had arrived overnight, stamping their
-feet on the cold stone floor and bitterly bewailing their
-fate; they had come with the sole object of seeing the
-Gorch Blau—and now, not only was the expedition out
-of the question, but they were imprisoned in this dismal
-place—for <i>voila!</i> by this frightful weather it was impossible
-even to depart. What to do! <i>Mon Dieu! Mon
-Dieu!</i></p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We could offer little comfort beyond suggesting that
-some misguided visitor might turn up during the morning,
-in whose conveyance they could make their escape—a
-contingency which both they and we felt to be very
-unlikely ... but even as we spoke, we saw to our
-surprise <em>two</em> empty carriages cross the green and draw
-up before the monastery.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il116' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image185.jpg' alt='Pla de Cuba' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> Pla de Cuba <i>is a high valley through which runs
-the mule path to Soller, five hours distant</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_115'>115</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il117' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image186.jpg' alt='View of the Plain around Inca' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Now and again we got a peep of the plain and its white
-town far below</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_117'>117</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>Two blacks may not make a white—but two mistakes
-may result in a remarkably good arrangement. Owing
-to a misunderstanding with our late host of Pollensa—who,
-it must be remembered, spoke nothing but Majorcan—a
-<i>galaréta</i> had been sent up from La Puebla for us,
-besides the one which we ourselves had ordered from
-Inca. Behold, then, a solution of the difficulty! We
-stowed ourselves into one carriage—our four enchanted
-fellow-visitors into the other—and away we bowled
-towards Inca, a two hours’ drive on a splendid road
-engineered in giddy spirals down the mountain side, with
-ever and again a peep of the plain and its white town far
-below us, seen through a break in the hills.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>As we get down into the zone of olives again, a
-warmer air meets us—the rain has been left behind, and
-we are once more in sunshine; passing the picturesque
-village of Selva, with its church perched on the very top
-of a hill, we soon find ourselves at Inca—a large and
-prosperous-looking town of fine stone houses and shops.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Here we took the train for Palma, and packed ourselves
-and our valises into a little first-class compartment
-which we shared with an aristocratic-looking old gentleman
-travelling with a large wicker basket, apparently
-containing the week’s wash, and with a lady in a graceful
-black mantilla, who had a market basket, and a big
-bundle done up in a check tablecloth. She was evidently
-leaving home for a few days, and many and anxious were
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>the parting messages given to the two honest servant-girls
-who stood at the carriage window and with a hearty embrace
-bade their mistress goodbye before the train started.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The terms upon which master and servant meet in
-Majorca—and I fancy all over Spain—are very much
-freer than with us.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>Palma at the end of April is a very different town from
-the Palma of a few weeks ago; the trees along the Borne
-are greening fast, and the country is a mass of leafage.
-The swifts have arrived, and are wheeling and screaming
-over the town in thousands; the masses of dwarf blue
-iris by the seashore are over, but the waist-high corn is
-spangled with poppies and corn daisies, gladioli, and a
-handsome crimson and yellow scrophularia. The roads
-are deep in dust—the river dry as a bone. Our rooms
-maintain a steady temperature of 66° Fahrenheit, and
-the heat in the middle of the day is already sufficient to
-make us appreciate the draughtiness of the cool, narrow
-streets of the town.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Palm Sunday is celebrated by a palm service in the
-cathedral, and by a palm fair—the <i>Fiesta de Rámos</i>. At
-the palm service the bishop, mitred and coped, and
-accompanied by priests, choristers, mace-bearers, and all
-the dignitaries of the cathedral, processes around the
-outside of the building—and all carry consecrated palm
-branches in their hands. These palms are afterwards
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>distributed amongst the townspeople, who fasten them
-to their house-fronts and balconies as a protection
-against lightning.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The <i>Fiesta de Rámos</i> takes place in the Rambla, where
-for three days the wide gravelled walk is occupied by a
-double row of wooden booths, between which a seething
-throng of townspeople streams up and down; there are
-toys and sweets and fruit stalls—dolls and dolls’ furniture,
-and charming baskets of all sizes, down to the familiar
-covered market basket made in smallest miniature by the
-neatest of fingers; there are merry-go-rounds and a
-Japanese giant, drums, trumpets, and squeaking whistles,
-and for three days there is a pandemonium of noisy
-instruments which to the children is the seventh heaven
-of delight.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In the spring, too, the annual swearing-in of the new
-recruits takes place, and is a picturesque sight; all the
-troops in the town—cavalry, infantry, and artillery—are
-assembled on the great Plaza Santa Catalina outside the
-walls, where is erected a large red and yellow marquee
-surmounted by a royal crown and flanked by cannon,
-stacked rifles, and warlike trophies of swords and
-bayonets. Inside the tent is an altar with lighted
-candles, and when all the high civil and military
-officials of the town have arrived, mass is celebrated—the
-elevation of the Host being marked by three shrill
-bugle calls, at which the whole body of troops and
-spectators fall on one knee and uncover—the cavalry
-lowering their swords.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>After this, a priest walks round the lines, and halting
-opposite each regiment reads a short address, at the close
-of which a simultaneous assent bursts forth from the
-ranks of the new conscripts. When all have been sworn
-in, the recruits—who on this occasion numbered three or
-four hundred—defile in front of the colours, kissing the
-flag and uncovering as they go by.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>And with this the ceremony is over for the year.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>
- <h2 id='ch3' class='c004'>PART III<br /> <br /><span class='large'>IVIZA</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class='drop-capa0_0_0_4 c012'>The small steamer that plies three times a week—weather
-permitting—between Palma and the
-island of Iviza does so wholly in vain as far as foreign
-visitors are concerned. I think if the whole annals of
-the Grand Hotel were searched they would hardly produce
-a single record of a stranger having gone to Iviza,
-or, if he did, of having ever come back to tell the tale.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was obvious that the only way of finding out anything
-about the island and its inhabitants was to go
-there ourselves, and, prompted by curiosity, we one fine
-day boarded the noonday boat and set forth on our
-voyage of exploration, our only life-line a letter of
-introduction to one Sebastian Roig, keeper of the <i>Fonda
-de la Marina</i> at Iviza—a letter full of greeting and
-amiability, with a civil postscript to the effect that our
-blood would be required at his hands if evil befell us
-during our stay in the island.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Away we went. Once outside the bay the little
-<i>Isleño</i> rolled horribly, and we ourselves remained prostrate
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>below, till at eight o’clock in the evening we felt
-the boat come to a standstill and heard the anchor being
-let down; whereupon we arose and came on deck,
-thinking that the worst was over and that we could now
-step on shore.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Bitterly were we disappointed!</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Neither quay nor shore was in sight, for owing to the
-rough sea we had not been able to enter the harbour at
-all, but were tossing up and down half a mile from the
-pier. It was pitch dark and raining hard. Some fishermen
-in glistening oilskins were unloading tunny from a
-bobbing, lateen-sailed felucca alongside, and we could
-hear the thuds of the stiff, heavy fish being thrown on
-board. The dim light of a lantern fell upon a party of
-broad-hatted peasants collected on the wet deck, who
-one by one were vanishing over the ship’s side and
-dropping into a cockleshell of a boat that pranced about
-below. Presently it was full, and backing away from
-the steamer it disappeared, with a steady splash of oars,
-into the darkness.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Such, then, was to be our landing at Iviza! For three-quarters
-of an hour we waited, looking out at the slashing
-rain and feeling so unutterably miserable that, had it
-been possible—even at this eleventh hour—to turn back
-to Palma, we should assuredly have turned. But it was
-not possible, as the <i>Isleño</i> was bound for Valencia, and
-when the boat came back for the third time to fetch us
-and one native gentleman—the only passengers left on
-board—there was nothing for it but to grope our way to
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>the wet, slippery ladder and from thence to drop either
-into the tossing boat, or, as seemed far more probable,
-into the sea.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>And now, in this blackest moment of our whole
-journey, appeared a <i>deus ex machina</i> in the shape of the
-aforementioned señor; prompted by the kindness of his
-heart, and perhaps not unmoved by the sight of two very
-forlorn strangers, he took us in charge and reassured us;
-there would be no danger at all, he said, if we would
-cling firmly to the chain at the foot of the steps and
-wait for the boatmen to catch us; he would tell them to
-be careful, and as for our valises, a boy would come up
-and fetch them when we were safely in the boat. He
-helped us down the swaying ladder, and unseen arms
-clutched us and dropped us on to a seat, where we sat
-down in two large puddles. Our unknown friend jumped
-in after us, and the silent oarsmen pulled away from the
-black hull looming overhead, and rowed us across the
-inky, swirling water to the quay, where a row of
-twinkling lights along the harbour’s edge heralded the
-town.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Landing at a flight of steps, we paid the boatmen
-their fee of two and a half pesetas, and then splashed
-away in mud and darkness to the inn, where our new
-acquaintance left us after promising to look us up on
-the morrow. Dinner was going on in the big <i>comedór</i> on
-the ground floor—the company consisting of a number
-of Ivizan residents and some officers in uniform, with all
-of whom we exchanged salutations as we took our seats
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>at the long <i>table d’hôte</i>. Never was food more welcome
-than that set before us. Half an hour later—wet and
-tired, but no longer hungry—we went upstairs, and were
-shown into a large red-tiled room, arranged in the Spanish
-fashion with two alcoves, shut off by glass doors, containing
-each an excellent bed. Unpacking our valises,
-we were soon fast asleep, fully prepared to take a more
-cheerful view of things on the morrow.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>But, alas and alas! when we woke and went to the
-window the prospect was as dispiriting as ever. The
-<i>fonda</i> stood on the very edge of the water, and we looked
-out upon a landlocked port shrouded in fog. It was still
-raining, and the leaden sky was merged into a leaden sea
-spattered with raindrops. A few seagulls drifted past
-the window, uttering melancholy cries, and the only sign
-of human life was a solitary old woman who was fishing
-patiently from her front doorstep, seated under a large
-umbrella.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At this juncture a voice at the keyhole announced
-breakfast, and going out on to the landing we found tea
-and hot buttered toast laid for us on a little table. The
-tea possessed in a high degree the primary essential of
-good drinking-water—absolute tastelessness; but the
-buttered toast was comforting, and as we ate it we
-discussed the situation seriously.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il124' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image195.jpg' alt='Town of Iviza' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Iviza is massed high above the harbour, the lower town
-separated by a sharply-marked line of fortification from the
-upper town—the old Jevitzah of the Moors.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_125'>125</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il125' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image196.jpg' alt='Bay of Iviza' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>a good view is obtained over the bay to where the pale
-grey silhouette of the distant lighthouse divides sea and sky</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_125'>125</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>Here we were in Iviza, with no possibility of getting
-away for the next thirty-six hours, when the <i>Isleño</i> would
-call on her return from Valencia. The weather looked
-hopeless, but if we were going to allow ourselves to be
-influenced by it we should in all probability end by seeing
-nothing at all, and our eight hours’ crossing would have
-been in vain; our clothes were already so wet that they
-need not be taken into account; and after considering
-all these points we decided to sally forth and look
-about us.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Hardly had we defied the Fates when they relented.
-The sky became lighter, the clouds began to clear away,
-and as we left our inn a welcome gleam of sunshine
-broke out, at sight of which all the ships lying at anchor
-in the harbour with one accord spread out their wet
-sails to dry.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At the end of the mole a man was fishing in the
-shelter of the great breakwater some twenty feet in
-height, and thinking that from the summit we might
-obtain a good view of the town we asked him if there
-was any means of scaling it. Courteously raising his hat,
-he replied that the señoras would find no other <i>escalera</i>
-than the broken end of the breakwater itself—a nearly
-vertical face of stone blocks, each the size of a grand
-piano—which he immediately proceeded to climb, carrying
-our camera and tripod in one hand. With his help
-I also reached the top, from whence a good general view
-of the town is obtained, as well as over the bay to where
-the pale-grey silhouette of the distant lighthouse divides
-sea and sky.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Very picturesque is Iviza, massed high above the
-harbour—the lower town, chiefly inhabited by fishing
-folk, separated by a sharply marked line of fortification
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>from the upper town, the old Jevitzah of the Moors.
-Crowning the highest point stands the fortified cathedral,
-built almost immediately after the expulsion of the
-infidels, and adjoining it is the citadel, enclosing within
-its walls the governor’s residence, and barracks for a
-hundred men.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>To the upper town we presently ascended, escorted by
-our waiter, who had been sent by our host—mindful,
-probably, of the postscript to our letter of introduction—to
-attend us. Inquisitive faces appeared at balconies and
-doorways as we picked our way through the narrow,
-muddy streets of the lower town. Purveyors of drinking
-water were going from house to house with donkey-carts
-laden with earthenware jars; scores of cats feasted on
-remnants of fish in the gutter, and the melancholy Ivizan
-hound roamed his native alleys like some canine shade in
-search of the happy hunting grounds. Crossing a drawbridge
-we pass under the fortified gateway built in the
-reign of Philip II.—“Catholic and most invincible king
-of Spain and the East and West Indies”—and ascend by
-a steep cobbled path to the summit of the town. Many
-of the houses are extremely ancient looking, and have
-carved lintels and mullions, or the arms of Aragon cut in
-stone upon their walls. Passing the prison, where a
-bored official was leaning out of the window and yawning
-heavily, we entered the courtyard of the citadel—after
-giving up our camera to the sentry on guard—and sat
-down on a low bastion carpeted with sweet alyssum to
-enjoy the panorama around us.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il126' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image199.jpg' alt='A Purveyor of Drinking Water' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Purveyors of drinking-water were going from house to
-house with donkey carts laden with jars of porous earthenware</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_126'>126</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il127' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image200.jpg' alt='Moorish Type of House' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“... <i>Flat-roofed, oriental-looking houses that resemble
-great cubes of chalk—a form of architecture which is a legacy
-from the Moors.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_127'>127</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span>From this height Formentara and all the lesser rocky
-islets that compose the Pityusæ group are clearly discerned
-out at sea. The general aspect of Iviza itself is
-that of low, wooded hills. Cutting straight across the
-island is the long white road leading to St. Antonio on
-the western coast, twelve miles distant, and some six miles
-to the south of us glisten the great salt works, the famous
-<i>salinas</i> of Iviza.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>To St. Antonio we drove in the afternoon. It was
-Holy Week, during which no carriage is allowed to enter
-the town, and we had to walk out to the end of the street
-where a little <i>carréta</i> awaited us; it was driven by a
-comic looking countryman, and drawn by a spirited little
-grey horse, a <i>caballo de carréra</i>, one of the racing trotters
-for which the islanders have a great partiality. Packed
-into this small and fragile conveyance, the driver and
-our invaluable waiter in front, ourselves squeezed into
-the little side-seats behind, with every symptom of
-approaching cramp, we announced ourselves ready to
-start.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Skirting the town we struck inland along a broad and
-splendid road, which for the first few miles is comparatively
-flat and then rises to a kind of table-land in the
-centre of the island, to fall away again towards the
-further coast. The plain is thick with olive groves,
-date palms, fig and almond orchards. Snow-white houses
-nestle amongst dark clumps of pines—flat-roofed,
-oriental-looking houses that resemble great cubes of
-chalk, with an arcade of roundheaded arches opening into
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>a court on the ground floor, and above this a broad, open
-gallery where the inhabitants can sit during the noonday
-heat. This windowless form of architecture is a legacy
-of the Moors, and the Ivizan peasants are said to have
-preserved the characteristics of their Moorish predecessors
-to a higher degree than the inhabitants of either
-of the sister isles have done. The town-dweller or
-fisherman of Iviza—generally of Spanish extraction—is
-said to draw a sharp distinction between himself and the
-peasants of the interior, whom he looks upon as semi-barbarians.
-Their boats are a subject of great merriment
-to him, and he makes a point of laughing heartily if he
-meets a party of country-folk afloat.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“At sea,” says the fisherman, “I have no fear of the
-peasants—but ashore! they are worse than the Moors!”</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>With a character for being turbulent, hot-tempered,
-and ill-educated, the Ivizans present a great contrast to
-the mild Majorcans. Murders are not infrequent among
-them, the almost invariable cause being a quarrel over
-cards or the jealousy of rival suitors.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Poor and proud, the peasants look with scant favour on
-any member of their community who may have grown
-rich and who sets up to be a person of consequence on
-that account. “Heaven preserve us,” says the Ivizan,
-“from the shoe that has become a boot!” There are no
-really wealthy families in the island, and outside the
-capital we saw no good houses. The ground is far less
-highly cultivated than the Majorcan plains, and Dame
-Nature asserts herself in a wealth of wild flowers; the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>fields are red with poppies and blue with grape-hyacinths,
-and on either side of the road runs a brilliant border composed
-of pink tufts of allium swaying on slender stalks,
-pale dandelions, dwarf iris, charlock, red dwarf ranunculus,
-small yellow cistus and a bright blue borage. As the
-road rises we drive through undulating slopes where the
-juniper and various conifers grow. The hillsides are
-covered with the maritime pine—whence the islands
-derived their old name of Pine islands—and large open
-stretches of uncultivated ground, intersected by rough
-walls of reddish stone, are given up to the great fennel,
-seen here for the first time, heath, asphodel, pink and
-white cistus, and many other shrubs.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>All this is very unlike a Majorcan landscape, but still
-more striking are the parties of country folk that we meet
-upon the road. It is a <i>fête</i> day, and every one is in
-<i>grande tenue</i>; whole families are coming to the town or
-walking back to their villages—bouquets of bright colour,
-purple, blue, yellow, pink, green, and red—quaint figures,
-such as one dimly remembers having met with in bygone
-days on nursery plates, and having accepted as truthful
-representations of that romantic race—the <i>foreign peasant</i>.
-Here they all were as large as life.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The women wear a dark bodice with long sleeves, over
-which is folded a shawl with a border of gay-coloured
-embroidery worked on black silk. The skirt is immensely
-full, and often accordion-pleated, and it is worn over half
-a dozen petticoats which distend it to the dimensions of a
-crinoline, and make the wearer look high waisted and
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>very stout. It is cut short in front, to display six inches
-of red or pink underskirt ornamented with scrolls of black
-braid, and on top of all comes a very short bright-coloured
-apron, which gives the women a three-decker appearance.
-The hair is worn in a plait down the back and smoothly
-parted on the forehead, the headkerchief being often
-embroidered with gay silk flowers. A heavy gold chain
-is sometimes worn round the neck, and the shoes are of
-white canvas and resemble Moorish slippers, being turned
-up in a point at the toe.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The men are hardly less picturesque. Their velveteen
-trousers of peacock-blue, brown, or purple are cut tight
-at the knee and spreading at the foot, like those of our
-costers or sailors. The coat of dark-blue cotton is very
-short and shaped something like a blouse, being gathered
-into pleats at the collar and hanging loose and full all
-round. They wear a white shirt with a vivid pink or
-blue sash, a broad-brimmed felt hat with ribbons hanging
-down behind, and their costume is completed by a fringed
-shawl in red and green plaid which they hang round their
-neck.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The little girls are precise replicas of their mothers—long
-skirt, apron, headkerchief and all—so that at a distance
-it is impossible to say whether it is a party of
-children or of women coming towards one, and it was
-often a surprise to see a small matronly figure skip suddenly
-across a ditch with an agility beyond her apparent
-years.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il130' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image205.jpg' alt='Ivizan Peasants' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>It is a fête-day, and the Ivizan peasants are all</i> en grande
-tenue....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_130'>130</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il131' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image206.jpg' alt='View of Santa Eulália' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Very Corot-like is the landscape, with Santa Eulália
-crowning a small eminence by the seashore.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span>When we reached St. Antonio, a village of clean
-whitewashed houses, with reefs of bedrock cropping up
-in the streets, we got out our camera, and were soon
-surrounded by a friendly group of peasants fully as much
-interested in our appearance as we were in theirs. Yet
-in no way did their curiosity get the better of their
-manners. We found them quite willing to be photographed
-if we wished it, but the posing of a group was
-unaccompanied by any of the bashful giggling with which
-our own yokels would meet such a request coming from a
-foreigner. Earnest and dignified, quite devoid of self-consciousness,
-and not easily moved to mirth, the Ivizans
-struck us as the most perfect-mannered people we had
-yet met.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The mere fact of our being English was a great recommendation
-in the eyes of the natives, for the forthcoming
-marriage of King Alfonso with an English princess was
-of course the topic of the day, and all classes were equally
-delighted with the match. As compatriots of their future
-Queen we therefore met with an unusually favourable
-reception, and though I am sure none of the peasants
-had the remotest idea where England was situated we
-found a great bond of union to consist in the fact that
-both we and they lived on an island.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Many were the questions we had to answer—Did one
-reach England before getting to America? Was England
-far from London?</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>One man left his plough to come and tell us that he
-liked the English very much, which was a little surprising
-when one considered that till that moment he had probably
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span>never set eyes on any one of our nationality. We
-heard subsequently, however, that some years ago an
-Englishman hailing from Birmingham had stayed in the
-island, and though, to our host’s surprise, we could not
-supply the unknown traveller’s name, we were shown an
-unmistakable proof of his visit in the form of an English
-book—the only existing specimen in Iviza.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We got back to our inn in time for dinner, and found
-the same company again assembled at table. The <i>Fonda
-de la Marina</i> is the fashionable restaurant of the town,
-and it caters for a considerable <i>clientèle</i> among the residents
-in addition to its own guests. The cookery was
-doubtless excellent, but the dishes were so wholly native
-in character that we perhaps failed to appreciate them as
-fully as did our fellow convives. During Holy Week
-the fare is <i>maigre</i>, and our <i>menu</i> that night was the
-following:—</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A tureen-full of shellfish, stewed—shells and all—with
-rice and fragments of lobster.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A mess of pottage, very thick, containing white beans
-and cabbage.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Another mess—chunks of salt cod, with eggs, potatoes
-and peas.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Whole fishes, boiled, with yellow sauce.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A sweet cake.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Cheese, raisins, and oranges.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>The following morning we drove to Santa Eulália.
-There are only two really firstrate roads in Iviza—one to
-Sant Antonio, the twelve-mile drive we had already taken,
-the other—slightly longer—to San Juan, at the northeastern
-extremity of the island; it was in this direction
-that we set off at eight o’clock.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The view of the town as we skirted the harbour was
-extremely striking. The great sails of the merchantmen
-lying at anchor in the bay shone white against the deep
-blue sea beyond, and the low sun was catching the angles
-of the fortifications and casting cobalt shadows upon the
-snowy, irregular houses clustering upon the hill crowned
-by the <i>campanile</i> of the cathedral. Market folk were
-coming into town—countrywomen in broad be-ribboned
-hats of palmito plait, mounted on mules and donkeys
-with laden panniers—a sight never seen in Majorca.
-Innumerable frogs croaked with jangling grotesque
-jollity from hidden reservoirs in the rich <i>huerta</i>, or
-garden, of vines and almonds, beans and wheat, through
-which we were driving. Presently the road rises, and
-winds through pretty wooded slopes and copses of
-conifers. Here and there are stacked great heaps of
-pine bark, used for tanning the fishing nets. Sheep seek
-invisible sustenance upon stony red ground, and young
-pigs sport in the shade of budding fig-trees, the prevailing
-principle seeming to be to turn beasts out to graze
-wherever they will do the least harm.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Turning aside from the main road we take a rough
-track leading down to the coast. Very Corot-like is the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>landscape before us, framed by the stems of gnarled olive
-or dark knotted carob. On a small eminence by the seashore
-stands Santa Eulália—a frankly oriental-looking
-village of blank white walls and blue shadows, ringed
-round with a fence of prickly pear. By a steep zigzag
-path one climbs to the old fortress-church upon the
-summit, and enters the building through an immense
-vaulted and enclosed crypt-like porch, supported on
-massive pillars and capable of holding a couple of
-hundred people. In the Middle Ages this church, like
-most of those in the island, formed the stronghold of the
-villagers during the frequent piratical raids, and inside
-the porch is the well from which the besieged drew their
-water supply.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Stepping through a side door one enters the cemetery—a
-tiny enclosure upon the hillside, with nameless
-wooden crosses half buried in grass and a tangle of
-yellow daisies. Here the dead lie, under sunshine and
-sea-breezes—and from here the eye ranges far over land
-and sea, over wooded hills, undulating red plains, palm-trees
-and rocky islets. Commenting upon the beauty of
-the scene to our faithful waiter, he admitted that it was
-indeed a <em>precious</em> one—a complimentary term which he
-applied indiscriminately to views, roads, the weather, or
-the condition of the sea—but far more precious, he
-hastened to assure us, would be the sight of the river
-which we should presently be vouchsafed.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il134' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image211.jpg' alt='Porch of Church, S. Eulália' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The old fortress-church of S. Eulália has a vaulted porch
-capable of holding a couple of hundred people.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_134'>134</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il135' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image212.jpg' alt='Porch of Church, S. Eulália' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>These Phœnician tombs have a shaft cut in the live rock
-to a depth of some six feet, whence a low sloping gallery leads
-to the subterranean burial chamber.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_137'>137</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>The river was unfortunately not looking its best, being
-very nearly dry; but we duly inspected its rocky bed,
-fringed with oleander and dotted with water pools, and
-expressed our admiration of the fine stone bridge that
-spans it. The pride with which the natives regard their
-<i>Rio de Santa Eulália</i> is due to the fact that it is the only
-river in the island.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We went back to Iviza at racing speed, the little horse
-trotting fifteen miles an hour on the flat, and straining
-every nerve to raise his average. We feared that it would
-over tire him to take us to the Salt Works in the afternoon,
-but his owner laughed at the idea, and assured us
-that the good little beast would be quite ready to start
-again after a two hours’ rest. We were somewhat
-amused when, at the end of our stay, we received the bill
-for our three long drives—a bill for fifteen pesetas, exactly
-the sum that we should have paid for a half-day’s excursion
-at Palma, where carriage hire is by no means cheap.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>“The donkey makes out a different bill from the
-driver,” says a Minorcan proverb, and whether our little
-horse considered his three silver <i>douros</i> an adequate
-compensation for the work he had done I cannot say—but
-his owner was completely satisfied. The Ivizans are as
-yet—and long may they remain so!—too unsophisticated
-to charge special prices to a foreigner. A striking instance
-of their natural honesty occurred on the night of
-our arrival. I had given a <i>peseta</i> to the sailor lad who
-had brought down our luggage from the deck of the <i>Isleño</i>
-and put it into the boat, and to my surprise he handed
-me back the coin at once. Thinking that it was either a
-bad one, or that he expected more, I asked our friend who
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>was with us in the boat, what I ought to give; but he
-replied that the boy had already received threepence from
-himself for carrying the luggage, that nothing further was
-expected, and that the peseta had been returned because
-it was considered too much.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Our third and last expedition in Iviza was destined to
-be the most enjoyable of all. Our kind friend—whom we
-found to be one of the municipal officials of the town—volunteered
-to accompany us to the Salt Works, and <i>en
-passant</i> to show us the recently-discovered Phœnician
-necropolis, in the excavation of which he was deeply
-interested. Although it had long been known that the
-Phœnicians colonised the Balearics—the very name of
-the islands being derived, as some think, from their god
-Baal—it is only of late years that actual proofs of their
-occupation have been obtained. Iviza was said to have
-remained under their sway for a thousand years, and to
-have had a capital with a population of a hundred
-thousand souls, and the Phœnician cemetery which three
-years ago was discovered just outside the town goes far to
-substantiate this theory.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Alighting from our <i>carréta</i> at the foot of a rocky reef
-immediately to the south of the town, we climbed the
-hillside and reached a grove of ancient olive-trees growing
-in the crevices of a great granite outcrop. The whole
-hillside is honeycombed with rock tombs—they are
-everywhere, on the hill, and on the lower ground—filled
-in with earth, built over, planted over; it is the burial
-ground of a nation. More than a thousand tombs have
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>already been located, and of these some sixty have been
-investigated at the cost of two or three Ivizan gentlemen
-who are interested in the subject.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The general type of tomb is an oblong hole or shaft, cut
-in the live rock and descending to a depth of six to eight
-feet, whence a low sloping gallery leads to the subterranean
-burial chamber. Each chamber contains one, two, or
-even three massive stone sarcophagi, made from a kind of
-white limestone found on the neighbouring island of
-Formentara. Not a tomb has yet been opened but what
-it has already been violated—it is presumed by the
-Vandals. The heavy sarcophagus lids have been pushed
-aside or broken, and any contents of value—if such there
-were—long ago abstracted. But of what the Vandals
-overlooked or despised, there yet remains enough to rejoice
-the heart of an archæologist, and a small museum has
-already been created in Iviza for the reception of the finds
-as the work of excavation goes on. Bones and skulls,
-once clothed in Tyrian purple and fine linen, are collected
-and ranged neatly upon shelves. Hundreds of amphoræ
-are found, each sarcophagus containing two, placed in a
-depression at the feet of the dead, while others seem
-to have served as cinerary urns for the remains of
-children.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>There is a large collection of red pottery—busts,
-statuettes, and masks—some of the latter with an
-Egyptian cast of countenance, others of a comic type
-with glass or metal rings in the nose. There are some
-beautiful tear-bottles of iridescent glass, coloured with
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>metallic oxides, and delicate pottery jars for ointment.
-There are shallow open oil lamps, shaped like a shell,
-and bronze rings and seals. That very day the workmen
-had unearthed a pretty ram’s head with curling horns,
-of fragile white earthenware, which our friend showed
-us. He also had in his possession what I should suppose
-to be the most valuable find yet made—an
-engraved scarab of dark green hæmatite, comprising
-on its tiny surface the figure of a man on horseback,
-with a spear in his hand and a dog by his side, the
-whole cut with the delicacy of the finest intaglio.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>No inscriptions have as yet come to light, but as each
-tomb is opened the hope revives that it may prove to be
-in an unrifled condition and contain something that may
-throw a fresh light upon the burial customs of a long-vanished
-people. An illustrated pamphlet dealing with
-the Ivizan discoveries up to the present was in process
-of preparation at the time of our visit, and I much regret
-not having received a copy in time to acquaint my reader
-with fuller details regarding this necropolis than we were
-able to gather during our very brief stay.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Continuing our drive to the Salt Works, we pass the
-old fortified church of San Jorge, standing alone amongst
-the fields, its battlemented walls glistening snow-white
-against the distant hills. This church was built in the
-fourteenth century, and has withstood many an assault
-by the Moors.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il138' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image217.jpg' alt='Fortified Church of San Jorge' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The old fortified church of San Jorge was built in the
-14th century, and has withstood many an assault by the
-Moors.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_138'>138</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il139' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image218.jpg' alt='Salt Works, Iviza' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The salt pans cover an area of six square miles, ... and
-the shining islands of salt are stacked upon stone platforms
-in the water.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_139'>139</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>Another hour, over a ludicrously bad road, brings us to
-the low-lying <i>Salinas</i> near the coast; one might almost
-fancy oneself in a miniature Switzerland, for these salt-pans—which
-are said to have been known to the
-Phœnicians—cover an area of six square miles, and
-resemble inland lakes in whose unruffled surface the
-surrounding hills are mirrored. There are thirteen
-great <i>estancos</i> or shallow basins, fringed with glittering
-salt-crystals and intersected by sea-water canals, and
-causeways along which a little train puffs breathlessly
-towards the shining islands of salt stacked on stone
-platforms in the water; filling its trucks—each of which
-contains a ton—it hurries back to the embarking station,
-and pulling up on a staging running out into the sea,
-tips its load down a wooden shoot into a barge below,
-where bare-legged men—half salted up—are busy levelling
-the white mound, and presently convey it to a big
-Norwegian steamer lying in the harbour. Other salt
-boats are bound for Russia, or for America. One would
-think there was enough salt to supply the whole world;
-it lies in deep snowdrifts on the quay and is piled up into
-mountains by men who look like black flies beside it.
-The busiest time is during the summer, when the water
-in the shallow basins evaporates and the deposited salt
-is collected, but at that season the locality is considered
-unhealthy—the combined heat and moisture breeding
-malaria and a plague of mosquitoes.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>By evening light the <i>Salinas</i> are very beautiful. The
-colours of the sunset are repeated in the water, and the
-dark banks and rushes stand out in sharp-cut silhouette
-against the soft purple of the hills around. Out at sea
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>rises the double fang of the island rock <i>Détra</i>—an
-inaccessible pinnacle, in the summit of which the wild
-bees have nested from time immemorial; the whole rock
-is said to be sticky with honey, which at times descends
-in rivulets even to the water’s edge.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was dusk when we regained our inn, and at ten
-o’clock that same night the red lights of the <i>Isleño</i> were
-seen gliding into the bay, and we were summoned to go
-on board. Taking leave of our most kind friend—who,
-not content with having done the honours of his native
-island, insisted upon our accepting some charming
-Phœnician relics as souvenirs of our stay—we went
-down to the quay and were seen off by our host and
-the faithful waiter, the latter remarking, as he shook
-hands with us, that we might safely rely upon the
-night being a precious one.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The sea was indeed like glass. The little steamer lay
-within fifty yards of the shore, and not a ripple stirred
-as we were rowed across in company with a tunny boat
-just in from Formentara—the fish standing on their
-heads in baskets on the deck, their big tails sticking
-up like ammunition for some torpedo boat. On an even
-keel we glided out into the night, and awoke at five the
-next morning to see the red watch tower of Porto Pi
-slip past the port hole. A fiery dawn was breaking over
-Palma as we went on shore; half a silver moon hung
-in the sky, and the masts and rigging of the shipping
-in the harbour were cut like a fine etching against the
-colourless mass of the town.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>Even at this early hour the day’s work had begun;
-scavengers’ carts were going their rounds; yawning
-octroi men were astir; women were already fetching
-water from the tortoise-fountain on the Borne, and as
-we reached the hotel a belated watchman was making
-off with lantern and staff, to hide in some quiet retreat
-till dusk again brought him out to his bat-like life.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Our visit to Iviza was already a thing of the past, but
-the little island that had before been only a name to us
-was now a very definite memory of pleasant days spent
-in the open air, of friendly and picturesque natives,
-of sunshine and charming scenery—while even our
-unpropitious landing had turned out to be a blessing
-in disguise, in acquainting us with the resident whose
-kindness contributed so largely to the pleasant recollections
-which we shall always retain of our stay
-in Iviza.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='chapter'>
- <span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>
- <h2 id='ch4' class='c004'>PART IV<br /> <br /><span class='large'>MINORCA</span></h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class='drop-capa0_0_0_4 c012'>April was now nearly over and our holiday in the
-Balearics was drawing to its close. We had seen
-Majorca pretty thoroughly, we had had a charming
-glimpse of Iviza, and it only remained to spend a few
-days in Minorca to complete our tour of the islands. For
-fifty pesetas two first-class passages were secured for us
-on the <i>Isla de Menorca</i>, leaving Palma on April 26th, and
-at half-past six that evening we went on board, prepared
-to endure the eleven hours’ crossing to Port Mahon.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>To the last it was doubtful whether the boat would
-start that night; a high west wind was blowing, the
-bay was flecked with white horses, and the clothes
-hung out on the housetops were clapping wildly, as if
-in exultation. But start we eventually did—perhaps
-owing to the fact that the Governor of the Balearics
-was on board, a personage of sufficient importance to
-allay any apprehension on our part as to the voyage,
-and indeed to act as a practical guarantee of safety,
-since, though the wind and the waves may be no
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>respecters of persons, it remains an undoubted fact
-that governors of provinces get drowned far less frequently
-than do obscure individuals.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At half-past five the following morning we entered
-the famous Minorcan port, and steamed up it for three
-miles before sighting Mahon, which occupies a commanding
-position on the edge of the precipitous rock
-walls of the harbour. Disembarking at a little quay
-below the town, we confided our valises to a porter
-and followed him up a steep, cobbled street to the Hotel
-Bustamante, a very respectable inn in the higher quarter,
-where we were promptly accommodated with rooms and
-board at a <i>pension</i> of six pesetas a day.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Seen at close quarters, Mahon is singularly uninteresting
-and commonplace. If the architecture of
-Palma is essentially Spanish, and that of Iviza Moorish,
-Mahon must be put down as painfully and typically
-English. The long, straight streets of ugly houses,
-without balconies or outside shutters, the dreary vistas
-of grey cobbles and foot pavements recall the outskirts
-of one of our own manufacturing towns; there are the
-same mean-looking painted street doors, the same sash
-windows, even the same lace curtains inside. We were
-shown the exercise ground, with its row of British-built
-barracks, the hideous Paséo, or Promenade, which
-resembles a cinder track, and the favourite drive along
-the harbour, a dismally unattractive road. The sole
-trace of the picturesque that the town can lay claim to
-consists of one small fragment of the old fortifications
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>that spans a modern street—a turreted archway known
-as Barbarossa’s Gate, in memory of the corsair who
-sacked the city in the sixteenth century.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The inhabitants of Mahon share the general commonplaceness
-of their surroundings. They have neither the
-dignified bearing of the Majorcans nor their good looks;
-the men are not clean shaven like those of the other
-islands, but wear beards, and sometimes whiskers. The
-style of dress is also very inferior, and here and there
-we met with signs of actual untidiness among the
-women—frowsy heads and ill-fitting blouses, such as we
-had not set eyes on since landing in the Balearics.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Something of this lack of personal neatness may
-perhaps be set down to the tempestuous winds from
-which Mahon suffers almost perpetually, and which
-nearly tore our hats from our heads and our clothes
-from our backs as we drove out towards the mouth of
-the harbour to visit the ruined fortress of San Felípe.
-San Felípe is a strong position commanding the approach
-to Port Mahon upon the southern side, and it played
-an important part in the English occupation of Minorca.
-Twice captured by the British and twice retaken, it
-fell for the second time in the year 1782, when General
-Murray was forced to capitulate to a combined French
-and Spanish force under De Crillon, after a long and
-tedious siege which the allies had hoped to avoid by the
-offer of a bribe of £100,000 to the English general.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It was during this siege that the cook of the Duc de
-Crillon earned for himself undying fame by inventing as
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>an adjunct to his master’s salads the sauce termed
-<i>Mahonnaise</i>—the familiar mayonnaise of all cookery
-books to come.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>We had hoped to find objects of pictorial as well as
-sentimental value among the ruined fortifications, rock
-galleries, and nameless British graves at San Felípe,
-of which the guide book speaks, but our hopes were
-destined to be rudely dashed, for after a most uninteresting
-drive of a couple of miles between untidy stone walls
-we were unceremoniously stopped by a sentry, who
-informed us that no one was allowed to approach the
-fort without a permit from the commandant of Mahon.
-For our consolation he added that in any case there
-was nothing to be seen, as the ruins of the old fort
-had been replaced by modern defence works. A more
-unpicturesque scene could indeed hardly be imagined
-than the site of San Felípe now presents—a bleak headland
-traversed by long lines of masonry and intersecting
-trenches, with grass-grown embankments sloping down
-to the old sea wall on the side of the harbour, from
-whence one looks across to the new fortress built on the
-opposite peninsula.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Disappointed, we retraced our steps. It was now
-evident that neither Mahon nor its immediate surroundings
-would produce anything that need detain us in
-the town, and we decided to set out without further
-delay in search of those relics of a far older occupation
-than that of the British—the menhirs and dolmens of a
-pre-historic race.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>These megalithic remains—of which there are said
-to be some two hundred groups in all—are found
-scattered over the whole of the southern half of the
-island; but the average traveller will be wise to confine
-himself to those specimens only which present most
-perfectly the different types of monument erected, <i>i.e.</i>,
-the tumulus or talayót, the altar, the enclosure of
-monoliths, and the megalithic dwelling. Some of the
-finest specimens of all occur in the neighbourhood of
-Mahon itself, and can be visited in the course of a drive
-extending over some four hours. Acting on the recommendation
-of our very friendly host we chartered a
-<i>galaréta</i> driven by a swarthy native who knew the
-country thoroughly. Our host, to our great surprise,
-spoke very fair English, and even our driver could say
-“Yes,” which was a great advance upon anything we had
-yet met with.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is singular that although so many English customs
-and traditions have survived amongst the Mahonese—who
-are dubbed <i>Inglesos</i> by the rest of the island—yet
-the only island to agree with ourselves in its rule of the
-road should be Majorca, both Minorca and Iviza following
-the opposite and continental fashion.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Mounting our <i>galaréta</i> we bumped and crashed away
-over the worn paving of the town and emerged by the
-Barbarossa gate into the open country. The surroundings
-of Mahon are not beautiful; flat, windswept, and practically
-treeless, save where a stunted olive-tree hunches its
-back to the blast, the most conspicuous feature of the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>landscape is its countless miles of stone walls. If we had
-thought Majorca stony, it was only because we had not
-seen Minorca. Majorca is a land of fields intersected by
-walls—Minorca a land of walls interspersed with fields.
-Once off the high road one becomes involved in a labyrinth
-of narrow lanes bordered by stone walls four or five
-feet thick, and varying in height from six to ten feet,
-between which one wanders as in an overgrown aqueduct.
-Every field, however small—and some of them are patches
-but a few yards square—is enclosed by a prodigious
-rampart of loose stones, within which cows and donkeys
-graze as though at the bottom of a quarry. These walls
-serve a double purpose in sheltering the crops and the
-animals from the wind, and in relieving the land of a
-certain proportion of superabundant stone.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>As may be imagined, a cross-country tramp in Minorca
-is attended with considerable difficulty, and in visiting the
-talayóts it is essential to have a guide who knows his
-way about and who can direct one through the maze of
-obstacles that has to be threaded in attaining some
-tumulus that rises like a landmark half a mile away.
-Much of the land is under wheat—the crop much behind
-that of Majorca—and this has to be carefully skirted, or
-waded through with an eye to the barest patches of
-ground; other fields are devoted to pasture, where handsome
-mauve thistles flourish abundantly in the rocky soil,
-in company with periwinkles, borage, yellow daisies,
-white clover, and sweet alyssum. As a rule the enclosures
-can be entered and quitted by the <i>barréras</i>—light wooden
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>barriers kept in place by blocks of stone and removed for
-the passage of cattle; but occasionally we were obliged to
-scale the walls by means of projecting footholds built into
-their sides, whereat spotted cows ceased grazing, to gaze
-with mild surprise at the unusual spectacle of two ladies
-performing gymnastic feats in company with a camera
-and tripod.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A quarter of an hour’s arduous progression brought us
-to the <i>talayót</i> of Trepúco, said to be one of the largest in
-the island, but by no means that in the best preservation.
-The Minorcan <i>talayóts</i>—a word akin to <i>atalaya</i>, a watch-tower—consist
-of solid cone-shaped cairns built of roughly
-dressed stone blocks, often of gigantic size. These cairns
-range from thirty to sixty feet in diameter, and from
-twenty to thirty feet in height; but at close quarters they
-are far less conspicuous objects than might be supposed,
-partly owing to their general resemblance to the stone
-walls surrounding them, and partly to the enveloping scrub
-of lentiscus and oleaster which conceals their outline and
-lends them the appearance of a natural mound. Some of
-them are in an extremely dilapidated condition—others
-again, like the <i>talayót</i> of Toréllo of which a picture is given,
-are in almost perfect preservation. It is supposed that
-they are the burial cairns of chieftains, but though cinerary
-urns are said to have been found inside them in one or
-two instances, this theory alone does not satisfactorily
-account for other features of these curious monuments.
-In some of them traces of interior chambers have been
-discovered, others have a sloping ramp running round the
-outside as a means of ascent, and the <i>talayót</i> of Toréllo
-has an aperture like a window, on a level with the summit
-of the mound, the reason of which it is impossible to
-guess.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il148' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image229.jpg' alt='Talayot of Torello, Minorca' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> talayot <i>of Torello is in almost perfect preservation
-... it is supposed that they are the burial cairns of
-chieftains</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_148'>148</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il149' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image230.jpg' alt='Prehistoric Altar, Taláto-de-Dalt' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The upright slab of the Talato-de-Dalt must be nearly
-twelve feet in height ... and surrounding it are traces of
-a circle of monoliths of about the same height.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_149'>149</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>Not one of these tumuli has, I believe, yet been
-properly examined, and their purpose—whether sepulchre,
-watch-tower, refuge, or accessory to some strange
-religious rite—is still a secret, though the latter supposition
-finds support in the fact that where there is a
-<i>talayót</i> there is in many cases an altar in its immediate
-vicinity. These altars or <i>mésas</i>—tables, as the natives
-call them—are composed of two gigantic slabs of dressed
-stone, the one imbedded in an upright position in the
-ground, the other balanced horizontally upon it. The
-altar of Trepúco consists of two fine monoliths, the lower
-one measuring nearly nine feet in width and standing
-over seven feet out of the ground; but that of the Taláto-de-Dalt
-far exceeds these measurements, the upright slab
-being nearer twelve feet in height and proportionately
-wide. When the upper stone had been laid in its horizontal
-position it was apparently considered ill-balanced, and
-a prop has been added in the shape of a leaning slab
-surmounted by a wedge. The group of monuments at
-this spot is the most complete that will be found in
-Minorca; the tumulus itself is in a chaotic state, but the
-altar is of unusual size, and surrounding it are seen traces
-of a circle of monoliths of nearly the same height as the
-pedestal. Just outside this enclosure is a so-called
-megalithic dwelling into which one can creep on hands
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>and knees; the walls are of rough stone, and two short,
-thick pillars, about three feet high, uphold the large slabs
-that form the roof. The members of the priesthood—if
-such they were who tenanted these modest habitations—certainly
-did not err on the side of luxury in their homes.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>In few countries perhaps would the splendid monoliths
-of these altars and the tempting quarries of building
-material provided by these <i>talayóts</i> have survived
-destruction as they have in Minorca. The very profusion
-of stone, constituting not merely a drug but a
-curse throughout the island, has safeguarded these old
-monuments more effectually than any protection founded
-on sentiment could have done, for it has simply never
-been worth anybody’s while to utilise them.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>All the Minorcan country-folk live in excellent stone
-houses, as might be supposed, and before leaving the
-island we had the opportunity of visiting a solitary
-outlying homestead tenanted by a peasant family of a
-superior class. Although we were fully prepared to find
-signs of homely comfort in the dwellings of so industrious
-a people as the Minorcans, yet it was a surprise to see
-how excellent—not to say luxurious—were the appointments
-of this house. Not a room but was better
-furnished than those of any <i>fonda</i> at which we had
-stayed. The spacious bedrooms had handsome bedsteads,
-large wardrobes—an article of furniture never
-seen in Majorca—and one of them actually contained
-a fine toilet-table <i>à l’Anglaise</i>, with a marble top and
-sets of small drawers. The daughter of the house
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>showed us the kitchen, the dairy—with its big white
-cheeses destined for the Mahon market—and then
-she took us upstairs to the attics, where hanks of homespun
-yarn hung from the ceiling in company with
-hundreds of dried sausages and home-cured hams. In
-one small and otherwise empty room were half a dozen
-faggots carefully propped together in the centre of the
-floor within a ring of sheeps’ wool—a scene so suggestive
-of sorcery that our thoughts involuntarily turned to
-some magic rite connected with the mysterious cromlechs
-of the land. But the girl informed us that this was a
-depôt for live stock destined for the table—and pointing
-out myriads of snails adhering to the sticks she assured
-us that they were very excellent eating when fried.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The neatness and spotlessness of the whole place it
-would be impossible to exaggerate. The Minorcan
-housewife is popularly supposed to live with a broom
-in one hand and a pail of whitewash in the other, and
-the industry and morality of the islanders make them
-valued colonists in any land to which they may emigrate.
-Early trained to habits of thrift and diligent labour in
-a hard school, the peasants have no sympathy with
-those who think to sit under the <i>mañana</i> tree and yet
-to prosper, and the tragic fate awaiting them is thus
-recorded in an ancient Minorcan verse:</p>
-
-<div class='lg-container-b c000'>
- <div class='linegroup'>
- <div class='group'>
- <div class='line'>Juan and Juanita</div>
- <div class='line'>Go to the wood;</div>
- <div class='line'>Monday they saddle,</div>
- <div class='line'>Tuesday they start,</div>
- <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>Wednesday they arrive,</div>
- <div class='line'>Thursday they cut wood,</div>
- <div class='line'>Friday they load it up,</div>
- <div class='line'>Saturday they set off,</div>
- <div class='line'>Sunday they come home;</div>
- <div class='line'>That is why they died of hunger.</div>
- </div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class='c020' />
-
-<p class='c013'>On April 28th we left Mahon and went to Ciudadéla
-on the west coast, the town which formed the capital of
-Minorca up to the time of the English occupation. The
-two towns are connected by a splendid road that runs
-through the very centre of the island; and as the distance
-is little more than thirty miles the journey can easily be
-accomplished by carriage in a day. We started at nine
-o’clock in our <i>galaréta</i> of the previous day; our valises
-were bestowed upon the front seat beside the driver, and
-we ourselves climbed into the closed part of the vehicle at
-the back, not sorry to be sheltered from the wind. We
-had an excellent mule, both strong and active, who trotted
-briskly on the flat and pegged away up the hills as though
-walking for a wager—a characteristic which we observed
-most of the mules to share.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Leaving the town we bowled away along the great
-main road of the island. Seen in the brilliant sunshine
-of an April morning, with a blue sky overhead, green
-crops in the fields and wild flowers spangling the wayside,
-even the country around Mahon becomes invested with
-a kind of fictitious beauty; but what the hideous desolation
-must be of these endless stone walls seen on a grey
-winter’s day or under the parching drought of summer it
-is hardly possible to conceive.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il152' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image235.jpg' alt='Our Galaréta' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Our valises were on the front seat beside the driver, and
-we ourselves climbed into the closed part of the</i> galareta <i>at
-the back</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_152'>152</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il153' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image236.jpg' alt='A Wild Olive-Tree' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The prevailing tree of Minorca is the wild olive, which
-turns its back to the north ... and assumes the appearance
-of a crumb-brush.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_153'>153</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>“When the North wind goes down the West wind is
-already knocking at the door,” says a Minorcan proverb,
-and the few trees that grow in these exposed regions are
-driven to the most ridiculous subterfuges in their endeavours
-to protect their foliage from the blasts that sweep
-for ever across the island. The prevailing tree is the
-oleaster, or wild olive, which turns its back to the north,
-and with bent stem and long hair all blown in one direction
-assumes as nearly as possible the appearance of an
-attenuated crumb-brush. Some of the trees are absolutely
-ludicrous in their contortions, and we could not help
-laughing at the sight of a whole row of them growing
-beside a low stone wall, over which they had flung themselves
-in their attempts to escape; falling on their hands
-and knees, so to speak, in the next field, they had picked
-themselves up again and gone on running, leaving their
-roots and trunks on the farther side of the wall—quite
-content so long as the very tips of their branches remained
-alive and out of reach of the dreaded north wind.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At the seventh kilometre stone out of Mahon our driver
-pulled up, and tying the mule to a gate, he led us across
-a field to show us what he called a <i>bonito casito</i>—a good
-little house—built by megalithic man.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At the base of a ruined <i>talayót</i> constructed of enormous
-stones and overgrown with ivy, we saw a small opening,
-about a yard in height, leading into a low passage some
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>eight feet long, at the further end of which is a still
-smaller doorway, measuring only two feet six inches by
-two feet. Once through this, however, one enters a
-palatial abode not less than twenty feet long, seven wide,
-and nine high—which, although it will hardly bear comparison
-in point of grandeur with the stone dwellings
-built by the Minorcans nowadays for their pigs, was yet
-so immeasurably superior to the modest priestly dwelling
-of Taláto-de-Dalt that we concluded that we were looking
-upon the residence of none other than the arch-druid or
-high-priest himself—and that it was through this very
-doorway that the venerable personage used to emerge on
-all fours, robed in full canonicals.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Of all the <i>talayóts</i> that we examined this is the only one
-that contained an inner chamber of any size, most of the
-so-called megalithic dwellings consisting of small cavities
-or recesses that can only by a stretch of imagination be
-supposed to have served as human habitations.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>As one approaches the centre of the island the most
-conspicuous object in the level landscape is the conical
-outline of Monte Toro, a mere molehill less than twelve
-hundred feet in height, but raised to the dignity of a
-mountain from the accident of having no rival in Minorca.
-Upon its summit is seen the large convent and church
-of the Augustines, a place of pilgrimage for the islanders.
-At noon we arrived at Mercadél, a tidy and commonplace
-little village forming a half-way house between Mahon
-and Ciudadéla, and here we put up for a couple of hours
-to rest and have luncheon. The Governor of the Balearics
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>who was making the tour of Minorca in a steam diligence,
-arrived almost immediately after ourselves, and from our
-window we could watch him being received in the street
-by the local officials, between whom and the governor’s
-suite there was much hat raising and clapping on the
-back—the latter form of greeting being carried out
-mutually and simultaneously by both persons concerned,
-with a peculiarly genial and happy effect. The governor’s
-steam diligence overtook us again before we reached
-Ciudadéla, and our mule, taking its snorting and rattling
-as a challenge, responded by racing it frantically along the
-high road for more than a mile before he would admit
-himself beaten.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>On leaving Mercadél we made a <i>détour</i> to the south by
-way of San Cristobal, an hour distant, where Murray’s
-guide-book asserts that certain “fine and curious <i>talayóts</i>”
-are to be found. Our search for these, however,
-proved a wildgoose chase, for all our questioning of the
-villagers produced nothing beyond four quite unimportant
-tumuli, difficult of access and in no way worth visiting—our
-driver remarking severely that he knew all along it
-would be so, since if he had not heard of the monuments
-we were in quest of it was quite certain they did not
-exist. In spite of this crushing observation we were not
-altogether sorry to have come to San Cristobal, for the
-road passes through the prettiest country we had yet seen
-in Minorca, undulating hills wooded with pine and ilex,
-and ditches full of a handsome flowering reed not unlike
-a small Pampas grass.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>At Ferrerías, where we rejoined the high road, the whole
-soil is so impregnated with iron that at a little distance
-one might have imagined the landscape to be tinted by a
-Swiss <i>Alpenglūth</i>—the ruddy hillsides and the dark red
-of the stone walls harmonising strikingly with the crimson
-flower of a sheet of sainfoin in the foreground. The
-western side of the island is in general more hilly and
-more timbered than the eastern coast, some clumps of tall
-Aleppo pines forming picturesque features in the scene.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>When within a couple of miles of Ciudadéla our driver
-drew up, and pointed out to us a large grey mass lying in
-a field some little distance from the road. This was the
-<i>Nau de Tudons</i>, one of the most remarkable monuments
-in the island, which our guide was particularly anxious to
-show us; but after getting down and wrestling for a few
-moments with a high field-gate he returned crestfallen to
-the carriage to say that the gate was locked, and that it
-would, unfortunately, not be possible for the señoras to
-visit the Nau, as there was no other way of approach.
-Assuring him loftily that locked gates were as nothing in
-our eyes we got over it, to his great astonishment, and
-made our way across the fields towards a strange erection
-unlike any other we had hitherto seen.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il156' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image241.jpg' alt='Nau-de-Tudons' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The</i> Nau de Tudons <i>is one of the most remarkable of the
-monuments in Minorca</i>.”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_156'>156</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il157' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c017'>
-<img src='images/image242.jpg' alt='Altar of Torre Trencado' class='c018'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>A short walk brought us to the altar of Torre Trencado</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_159'>159</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>The Nau de Tudons—<i>nau</i> is the patois for boat—is
-composed of enormous blocks of stone and built in the
-form of an upturned boat about thirty feet in length and
-twelve in height. The rounded bow points to the north,
-and at the base of the square stern is a so-called
-dwelling—a retreat barely large enough to accommodate
-a human being. It is supposed that the interior of the
-Nau itself served originally as a habitation, for the
-centre is partially hollow and is roofed over with gigantic
-slabs, most of which have now fallen in. There is something
-strangely pathetic about this old monument raised
-by a long vanished race that has left memorials of
-imperishable stone without a sign or a word to record
-who the builders were or whence they came. Mysterious
-and lonely the Nau stands out against the sunset sky;
-a couple of donkeys graze amongst clumps of spurge and
-asphodel, and a stonechat chacks sharply from the
-topmost slab of the roof; but the tide of human life has
-long receded from the spot—never to return.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At seven o’clock we reached Ciudadéla and drew up at
-the Fonda Feliciano in the Plaza Alfonso III. The
-sunset had cast such a glamour of crimson and gold over
-the white city on the seashore that we were a little
-disappointed to find it so essentially unromantic-looking
-at close quarters, but any haven was welcome after seven
-hours’ shaking in a <i>galaréta</i>. We found the inn to be
-chiefly frequented by persons of the class—as far as we
-could judge—of commercial travellers, several of whom
-dined at the <i>table d’hôte</i> that evening. The fare was
-ample, but the cookery far more greasy and less refined
-than in Majorca; the strangest medley of eatables made
-its appearance on the dish sometimes—the beef being
-garnished with potatoes, fat bacon, hunks of stewed
-cabbage, <i>garbanzos</i>—enormous white beans—aniseed
-cake, and goodness knows what besides, so that during
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>one course we had nine different things on our plate at
-once, to only five of which could we put a name. Being
-very tired we went to bed early, our host informing us
-in bad English as he lighted us upstairs that as the inn
-was very full he could not give us a second bedroom till
-the following day. The fact that the house was being
-rebuilt, and that we should be waked at five o’clock by
-workmen pulling down a floor overhead, he prudently left
-us to find out for ourselves.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>There are several excursions to be made from Ciudadéla,
-and the two days we spent there were amply
-occupied in visiting the principal megalithic remains in
-the neighbourhood. The <i>talayóts</i> of Hostal which
-Murray’s guide-book mentions, we found uninteresting,
-besides being troublesome to get to—much traversing of
-rocky wheatfields and stone walls being necessary before
-reaching them. But the drive to Torre Trencáda is
-well worth taking, and can be combined with a visit
-to Llafúda.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Starting at nine o’clock, we retraced our steps along
-the high road for a few miles and then turned off sharply
-by a cart track leading across the fields. The pastures
-were studded with outcrops of live rock turned to gold by
-a brilliant orange-coloured lichen, and innumerable tiny
-field flowers, red and blue pimpernels, vetches, and a
-minute orange marigold, spread a gay little carpet under
-foot. The common daisy of the Balearics is not the
-crimson-tipped flower of our lawns, though quite as wee
-and modest; it is a more fragile plant, and its flower has
-a faint mauve tinge which on being dried becomes a
-bright blue. A friend of ours at Kew told us it was the
-<i>Bellium bellidioides</i> of Linnæus.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il158' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image245.jpg' alt='Pigs’ Palace and Prehistoric Pylon' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>Acting as a kind of pylon to the pigs’ palace at Son Saura
-is a megalithic monument, unlike any other we saw</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_163'>163</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il159' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image246.jpg' alt='Megalithic Dwelling' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>In the immense stone wall at Llafuda are built two or
-three small megalithic dwellings</i>....”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_159'>159</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>A short walk brought us to the altar of Torre Trencádo,
-which is a very fine one. The horizontal stone has in
-its lower surface a clean cut socket which receives the
-head of the upright slab, but in spite of this it has
-needed additional support in the shape of a pillar and
-wedge like the <i>mésa</i> at Taláto-de-Dalt. One would give
-much to penetrate the secret of this old-world altar
-standing in its great solitude, wrapped in the silence of
-the ages. For what strange worship of sun or moon
-was it erected? What implacable deity demanded a
-human sacrifice? Does the spirit of priest or victim
-ever haunt the lonely monument at twilight and hovering
-around the symbol of an out-worn faith realise that
-the gods themselves have passed away in the <i>Götterdämmerung</i>
-that has descended upon the land?</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The monuments at Llafúda, although exceedingly
-extensive, are in a state of chaotic ruin, the monoliths
-lying in confusion as though flung to the ground by an
-earthquake. The position is partially encircled by an
-immense stone wall, ten feet in height, in which are
-built two or three small megalithic dwellings. This wall
-is absolutely typical of those built at the present day by
-the Minorcans, barring the fact that its thickness is in
-places not less than fifteen feet.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>From the neighbouring <i>talayót</i> a fine view over the
-surrounding country is obtained—even the faint blue
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>mountains of Majorca being visible across the water.
-I had a somewhat ludicrous <i>rencontre</i> upon the summit
-of the cairn, for just as I reached the top I came face to
-face with a big brown and white buzzard who was
-skimming over it from the opposite side. It would be
-hard to say which of us was the most startled; we both
-stepped back hurriedly, but the great bird was so close
-that I felt the wind of his wings in my face and could see
-his magnificent golden eyes dilate as for one moment he
-hung motionless, with yellow claws upturned, before he
-swung round and with one convulsive flap was gone.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>One of the pleasantest drives in the neighbourhood of
-Ciudadéla is to Son Saura, an estate about six miles
-distant belonging to a Minorcan nobleman. On this
-occasion we drove out <i>en famille</i>, for being Sunday afternoon
-not only was the waiter sent with us to enjoy an
-outing, but we were begged by our hostess to allow little
-José, aged six, to be of the party. Little José was
-weeping dismally on the doorstep at the moment, but as
-soon as our consent was given his tears stopped instantaneously,
-and he was hoisted on to the box seat next the
-waiter, under whose charge he was put. His mother
-assured us that he would be good—but we had already
-seen quite enough of Master José to discount this statement.
-Our hostess appeared to have no sort of authority
-over her children; she would rave and shriek at them,
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>and occasionally reduce them to tears, but in the end
-they invariably got their own way, and their attitude
-towards her was entirely that of the little girl in an old
-Minorcan nursery couplet which for simplicity and
-impertinence it would be hard to surpass:</p>
-
-<div class='lg-container-b c000'>
- <div class='linegroup'>
- <div class='group'>
- <div class='line'>The Mother says to her:</div>
- <div class='line'>Dirty one! Badly brought-up one!</div>
- </div>
- <div class='group'>
- <div class='line'>And she answers:</div>
- <div class='line'>You! You were the same!</div>
- </div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<p class='c021'>I may add at once that little José did not belie his
-character. He snatched flowers from the flower beds,
-trampled mercilessly on precious young tobacco plants
-in crossing the fields, nearly fell into a large reservoir,
-was hauled hurriedly over two walls at the imminent
-risk of overthrowing a whole row of his elders and
-betters, perilously balanced on the top—and in fact
-acted as a complete antidote to any pleasure which the
-poor harassed waiter might otherwise have derived
-from the expedition. We, not being responsible for
-the child, took his misdoings less to heart, and when
-he temporarily disappeared in the vicinity of an open
-reservoir we were able to search the surface of the
-water for bubbles with comparative calm—confident
-that Master José’s career had not been such as to arouse
-the jealousy of the gods.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Son Saura is a pleasant-looking house surrounded
-by a large garden of geraniums and verbenas, roses and
-lilacs, all in bloom at the time of our visit. The estate
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>is laid out with orange groves, olive and vine yards,
-corn and tobacco plantations, the whole admirably
-irrigated from two immense central reservoirs. In
-summer water has to be sought at a great depth in
-Minorca, and the wells being too deep for the employment
-of the Persian wheel, the usual method of raising
-the water is by means of a large windlass turned by a
-donkey—one bucket being let down as the other is
-wound up to the top. The drinking troughs for beasts
-which stand beside these wells partake of the archaic
-simplicity and durability of the dolmens, being formed
-of ponderous stone blocks hollowed out to the required
-depth.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The modern Minorcan has indeed sundry habits not
-unworthy of the megalithic monuments of his predecessors.
-The stones which he builds into his field walls
-are hardly less vast than theirs, and the palaces he
-erects for his pigs bear a strong family likeness to the
-prehistoric <i>talayót</i>; composed entirely of loose stones,
-with a cleverly domed roof, these buildings form quite
-a feature of the landscape in many parts of the island.
-The smaller ones are often plain huts, but the larger
-ones almost always have tastefully ornamented roofs—some
-resembling the step pyramids of Sakkára, others
-being built in round tiers like a gigantic wedding-cake.
-One—by no means the largest—which we entered at
-Son Saura, and of which a picture is given, measured
-not less than twenty feet across, inside, and twelve or
-fifteen feet in height; spacious, clean, and delightfully
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>cool in hot weather, these houses are used by the pigs
-of Minorca as sleeping quarters at night and lounges
-at midday. Any attempt to photograph the occupants
-we found, however, to be out of the question: the very
-sight of a camera filled them with suspicion, and when
-this was followed by a strategic advance their worst fears
-were confirmed—with volleys of shrieks they broke up
-in panic, and, with ears flapping wildly, went off helter
-skelter with all the <em>abandon</em> of their Gadarene ancestors.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Acting as a kind of pylon to the above-mentioned
-palace at Son Saura is a curious old <i>mésa</i>, unlike any
-other we saw in the island—the horizontal slab being
-supported on <em>two</em> upright pillars, each of which has
-a rude capital formed by a separate stone. This monument
-is possibly of a different date from the other altars,
-and is said to be of a pattern of which—as far as is
-known—only one other specimen exists, in the island
-of Malta.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>The last expedition we made at Ciudadéla was to visit
-the rock dwellings at Son Moréll—a large property about
-an hour distant from the town. There are three farmhouses
-upon the estate, at the first of which one naturally
-draws up to inquire the way, and unless the traveller
-is very careful he will here be taken to see two wholly
-unimportant tumuli lying at some distance away amongst
-stone walls and a waste of asphodel—the peasants being
-convinced that to lead a foreigner to the nearest <i>talayót</i>
-is the surest way of making him happy. In all good
-faith we followed an ancient man across the fields, and
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>in due course reached the <i>talayóts</i>; it was quite useless
-to explain to our guide that it was not such as these
-we were in search of, since besides being very deaf he
-understood no word of Castillian, and when we remarked
-that the wind was very high he replied by telling us that
-he was seventy-eight in January.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>After much useless tramping and waste of time we
-at last discovered that it was <i>Son Morell de Barránco</i> to
-which we ought to have driven—the Barranco being
-the ravine containing the rock dwellings—and continuing
-our route across the fields we presently came to the
-second farm, lying within a few minutes’ walk of the
-coast. Leaving the carriage here, we descended on foot
-towards the sea, and soon came upon a row of curious
-dwellings excavated in the rock walls of a narrow valley.
-Three of the caves are of considerable size, and in the
-one of which we took a photograph a pillar of live rock
-is left in the centre to support the roof. All have neatly
-cut doorways and windows, and one of the house fronts,
-as will be seen, shows traces of decoration—a cornice
-and a couple of fluted pilasters having been rudely
-chiselled in the face of the rock. Sheep and goats now
-inhabit the caves; of the people who with patient labour
-constructed their dwellings in this wild and lonely ravine
-by the sea no memory remains.</p>
-
-<hr class='c014' />
-
-<p class='c013'>On the 1st of May we left Ciudadéla and returned
-to Mahon, stopping for luncheon at the little town of
-Alayór, just off the main road. Seen from a distance
-Alayór is a veritable fairy city set upon a hill—glistening
-snow white in the sunshine—and though at close quarters
-it is no longer beautiful, the whiteness of the houses is
-so dazzling that it is like passing through snow-cuttings
-to drive through the streets, and we were glad of the
-green glass panes of our <i>galaréta</i> to protect our eyes
-from the blinding glare. Whitewash is indeed a mania
-among the Minorcans, who, not content with applying it
-to the outer and inner walls of their houses, extend it to
-the tiles on the roof, the gutters, chimneys, outhouses,
-and even neighbouring rocks. Where the field walls are
-coped with freestone this also is whitened for miles,
-which gives the landscape the curious and misleading
-effect of being traversed in every direction by high
-roads.</p>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il164' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image253.jpg' alt='Rock-cut Dwellings, San Morell' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The rock caves at Son Morell are of considerable size, and
-one of the house fronts shows traces of decoration, a cornice
-and a couple of fluted pilasters having been rudely chiselled
-in the face of the rock.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_164'>164</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div id='il165' class='figcenter'>
-<div class='imageblock c015'>
-<img src='images/image254.jpg' alt='Interior of Rock-cut Dwelling' class='c016'/>
-<div class='captionmain'>“<i>The rock caves have neatly cut doorways and windows,
-and one of them has a central pillar supporting the roof.</i>”</div>
-<div class='captionpageref'>(page <a href='#Page_164'>164</a>)</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<p class='c013'><span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span>Within half an hour’s drive of Alayór is the <i>mésa</i> of
-Torralba—one of the largest in the island, though it
-loses in effect by being encumbered about the base by
-bushes and <i>débris</i>. The horizontal stone is said to have
-a square cavity in its upper surface, as though to contain
-the blood of a victim; but as our outfit did not include a
-ladder we were obliged to take this statement on trust.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>One of the sudden storms, for which Minorca is noted,
-overtook us while we were engaged in photographing
-the altar. The sky darkened, and without a moment’s
-warning such a deluge of rain descended that we were
-quite unable to regain our carriage, not twenty yards
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span>distant. The ground was swimming, the bushes and
-long grass were drenched, and when ten minutes later
-the sun came out again and all was smiles, the only dry
-member of the party was the camera—who with his usual
-foresight had enveloped himself in the one waterproof
-cape at the very beginning of the rain.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A couple of hours later we were again in Mahon, and
-at five o’clock that same afternoon we had boarded the
-Palma boat and were taking our last look at the town as
-we glided out of the bay—past the flat green tray of
-Hospital Island, past the little rocky hump of Rat Island,
-where some fishermen wave to us as their boat rocks
-on our swell—past the ruined pepper-pot tower on the
-Philipet promontory—past the old sea walls of San
-Felipe and the bristling defences of the Isabella fortress
-opposite—and as we enter the open sea a chill wind
-springs up.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>At daybreak we land once more—and for the last time—at
-the now familiar quay at Palma, and are rattled
-through the streets that three short months ago were
-new and strange of aspect in our eyes.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>Our holiday in the south is over. It is the first week
-of May: strawberries and cherries are in the market, and
-the voice of the cuckoo is heard in the land. The pigeons
-are wheeling in flocks around the sunlit tower of San
-Nicolas, and myriads of swifts still weave their tireless
-flight over the town. But the swallows have gone
-northwards, and we must follow them. Two busy days
-are spent in packing and in final arrangements for the
-<span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span>return home; and on the 5th of May we board the
-<i>Miramar</i> for Barcelona.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>It is a marvellously lovely evening. The wide plain
-is wrapped in shimmering shades of pink and violet,
-and brilliant against the deep cobalt of the Sierra
-stand out the white houses of the town. Cutting the
-western horizon in dark silhouette are the wooded slopes
-of Bellver—the castle arch spanning a glowing fragment
-of the sunset where the gules and or of Aragon are once
-more blazoned in the sky. The harbour is a sheet of
-gold, and across the ever widening stretch of water
-Palma has already dwindled to a doll’s city, where the
-great cathedral is the last object on which our eyes
-linger. A spark breaks out on the old Moorish tower as
-we glide past Porto Pi, some soldiers wave a last goodbye
-from the earthworks of San Carlos, the darkening
-mountain slopes recede as we reach the portal of Cala
-Figuéra—and at last we are clear of the bay of Palma.</p>
-
-<p class='c013'>A golden moon hangs in the indigo vault above us, and
-our wake cleaves a shining path straight up to the old
-white city that is vanishing from our sight. And passing
-out into the night on a sea of glass we half expect to
-hear once more the solemn midnight cry—</p>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c0'>
- <div class='nf-center'>
- <div>“<i>Alobado sea el Señor! las dóce, y seréno!</i>”</div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c0'>
-<div class='nf-center c003'>
- <div>FINIS.</div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c0'>
-<div class='nf-center c003'>
- <div><span class='small'>UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, THE GRESHAM PRESS, WOKING AND LONDON.</span></div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<div class='pbb'>
- <hr class='pb c000' />
-</div>
-
-<div class='nf-center-c0'>
-<div class='nf-center c001'>
- <div><span class='xlarge'>THROUGH CORSICA WITH A</span></div>
- <div><span class='xlarge'>CAMERA</span></div>
- <div class='c000'><span class='large'><span class='sc'>By MARGARET D’ESTE</span></span></div>
- <div class='c000'><i>Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 7s. 6d. net.</i></div>
- </div>
-</div>
-
-<p class='c022'>“Observant, animated and agreeably sensitive of the charm of the
-restful island it describes, it will be read with advantage and interest by
-every one who fosters ideas of some day going there.”—<cite>Scotsman.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“The book has a delightful touch of feminine vivacity, and the camera
-is almost as important in the production of it as the pen.”—<cite>Observer.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“Miss d’Este gives a very attractive account of Ajaccio.”—<cite>Spectator.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“Margaret d’Este gives a picturesque account of her wanderings all
-over the island, in and out of the beaten track, and tells us that she found
-its principal charm in its wild freedom, magnificent scenery and delightful
-climate.”—<cite>Daily Graphic.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“The reviewer is tempted at almost every page to quote, so full of
-description is this charming book, but space forbids.... We cannot
-remember enjoying any book so much since the days when William Blake
-told the tale of his journeyings.”—<cite>Daily Chronicle.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“A facile, charming style of writing; a quick, accurate observation of
-men, beasts, flowers, and things.”—<cite>Photographic Monthly.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“There are no fewer than seventy-eight photographs by Mrs. R. M.
-King and the author in this charming book of travel far from the madding
-crowd.... An unusually well-written and well-illustrated book.”—<cite>Northern
-Whig.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“The authoress has given us some delightful pen sketches of the
-scenery, delicate little vignettes of local colour, and strongly sketched-in
-characters of the natives, and the illustrations are decidedly enticing.”—<cite>Photographic
-News.</cite></p>
-
-<p class='c023'>“The book is one of the brightest of recent travel volumes. Mrs. King’s
-photography is a worthy contribution to the work, and is worth studying
-by would-be picture makers, for its good placing of masses within the
-space, and for the strong yet not harsh way in which bold patches of
-deep shadow are placed against broad expanses of light.”—<cite>Photogram.</cite></p>
-
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-<pre>
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