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A CARGO OF FIGS. 51
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¦ Sunday promenade . Here we saw numbers of Greek women nearly all looking- beautiful in their most bewitching- of cos- ,
tumes their national accompanied dress by were their far cavalier from at s , tractive who , however . Th , not walked wearing or
sat , sipping coffee and , sherbet , whilst some amused ey themselves , bfeeding the ducks that flocked towards them . Over our
heads y the out-spreading branches of magnificent plane trees formed a delicious shade . Opposite to us the cypresses of a ,
purp cemetery laces le in mountains the waved most . their p The icturesque gracefu constant l situati heads recurrence © ; ns and and of beyond adorned Turkish , rose bury bthat ing the
p beautiful emblem of death , the cypress tree , gives a melanchol y y significance to oriental scenery which is quite peculiar . At our
feet spanned , between by a us brid and ge the over cemetery which passed , rippled string a clear 's of camels rivulet ,
sighing and groaning beneath , the weight of figs with which they , were laden . Alas ! amid the doIce Jar _nienie" enjoyment of
this scene , the sight of the camels and their burthens recalled to my fevered fancy " the vision of the night . " We were
compelled u Tally to " resounded return to the in our ship ears , and until again another iot hours sun rose and on hours our ,
wearied eyes . On the third nig , ht I sought my narrow berth with a feeling of thankfulness that the tumult would soon be
over , and that by daybreak we should be steaming over the blue lading waters infliction of the Mediterranean . Little did , h I aving dream endured of the the fresh last trouble ; of the that
figwas in store for us . Drowsily listening * to the splash of the paddle-wheels , I lay enjoying the conscious quiet and repose
which closed had eyes succeeded fell on an to object the hubbub slowly of moving the nig up ht , the when wall my of half the
abl like cabin y those . there Wider in , within filberts and wider reach but as I of opened l my e han as my a d smal , eyes was . l silkworm a Most long unquestion fat leisurel maggot - _y
making its way upwards , . arg Not far off was another , ! and y another mark of ! one and of many the officers , many respecting more ! Then " the , friends _" Oh horror " that , " would a
rerecollected come on board some with mysterious the figs hint , flashed that was across laug my hed mind down , and about I
the " maggots . " It met was too at true breakfast , then , and there here was they a were serio . , - When comic passengers
expression on every face . Everybod , y had seen " them . " _USTo onehoweverguessed what we had yet to endure from them .
During , the day , , we all betook ourselves to the deckwhere we were free from the intruders ; but when the sun had , set , we
were compelled to return to our cabins . As with the luckless possessor Then indeed of the the " B enemy ottle Imp was , " upon night us was . our Like season Bishop of torment Hatto ' s .
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A Cargo Of Figs. 51
A CARGO OF FIGS . 51
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1864, page 51, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031864/page/51/
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