Whether the thought of crimes had made the man nervous, or whether just then I wore a peculiarly truculent face, or had made some alarming gesture, all of a sudden he turned upon me, grasped my arm and asked sharply: "What have you got in your hand ?" I had a bit of fern, plucked a few minutes before, and with surprise I showed it; whereupon he murmured an apology, said something about making haste, and jumped to his seat.

An odd little incident.
At an unexpected turn of the road there spread before me a vast prospect; I looked down upon inland Calabria.

It was a valley broad enough to be called a plain, dotted with white villages, and backed by the mass of mountains which now, as in old time, bear the name of Great Sila.

Through this landscape flowed the river Crati--the ancient Crathis; northward it curved, and eastward, to fall at length into the Ionian Sea, far beyond my vision.

The river Crathis, which flowed by the walls of Sybaris.