Nearly three hundred years later, after the terrible earthquake of 1783, Cotrone strengthened her harbour with the great stones of the temple basement.

It was a more legitimate pillage.
Driven inland by the gale, I wandered among low hills which overlook the town.

Their aspect is very strange, for they consist entirely--on the surface, at all events--of a yellowish-grey mud, dried hard, and as bare as the high road.

A few yellow hawkweeds, a few camomiles, grew in hollows here and there; but of grass not a blade.

It is easy to make a model of these Crotonian hills.