The Bric-À-Brac Hunter; Or, Chapters on Chinamania

Ce livre historique peut contenir de nombreuses coquilles et du texte manquant. Les acheteurs peuvent generalement telecharger une copie gratuite scannee du livre original (sans les coquilles) aupres de l'editeur. Non reference. Non illustre. 1875 edition. Extrait: ...scenery, as in many parts the line touches the Mediterranean, whereas the other has little to recommend it, after passing Albano; moreover, having a desire to refresh human nature by the wayside, better provide your creature comforts, or travel by night and sleep if you can, till the Campagna bursts on your waking eyes, and the dome of St. Peter's welcomes you to Rome. Well do I recollect one intensely hot night in June of the year past, when travelling with a very agreeable Englishman from Rome to Florence, who was utterly ignorant of aught but his native language and a few words of French, that, on arriving at Viterbo, we were parched with thirst and considerably hungry. "Fifteen minutes," said the guard, opening the door. "What does he say?" exclaimed my companion, rubbing his eyes, --we had previously scarcely spoken. "We remain here a quarter of an hour." "Thank God " he replied, "do you speak the language?" "Yes " "Well I implore you to ascertain if we can get anything to eat, or more particularly to drink, or I shall die with hunger and thirst." In vain we sought for a buffet or refreshment-room; there was none, or if so, it was closed. At length in despair we beheld an individual, who looked like a brigand, place a threelegged table on the platform, and then produce a basket, into which he dived and took therefrom some half-starved cold roasted fowls, some hard sausages well seasoned with garlic, and some coarse bread, and sundry little basket bottles, common to Italy, containing a white wine of the country. In an instant he was surrounded by some score of apparently half-famished and thirsty passengers; bottles were seized on, fowls torn leg from leg, and even the horrid sausages...