FACES BY THE WAY The wind could not roar itself out.

Through the night it kept awaking me, and on the morrow I found a sea foamier than ever; impossible to reach the Colonna by boat, and almost so, I was assured, to make the journey by land in such weather as this.

Perforce I waited.
A cloudless sky; broad sunshine, warm as in an English summer; but the roaring _tramontana_ was disagreeably chill.

No weather could be more perilous to health.

The people of Cotrone, those few of them who did not stay at home or shelter in the porticoes, went about heavily cloaked, and I wondered at their ability to wear such garments under so hot a sun.