View PDF version of this page

CHAPTER ΧΥΤΗ THE GLORIES OP FAMAGUSTA To anyone looking at the map of Cyprus it would seem that the road to Famagusta, which is situated on its eastern coast, lay over a dead level. I had studied the map myself, and been delighted with this conclusion. I found, however, that it was not wholly correct. It is true that, regarded as a picture, the whole country I passed through was a plain ; but it was a plain that would rise for miles in imperceptible slopes, and then descend abruptly in steep and dangerous banks. There were, therefore, some bits of exceedingly nasty road, which, after my late experience, might have made me uneasy if it had not been for Scotty, whose nerves were far more delicate than my own, and who whenever we came to the slightest dip in the road forced the driver to go at a foot's pace. Landscapes, even when their general type is similar, are capable of as many expressions as the same type of human face, and, without our being

View PDF version of this page