This in the town which still bears the name of Croton.

The people are all more or less unhealthy; one meets peasants horribly disfigured with life-long malaria.

There is an agreeable cordiality in the middle classes; business men from whom I sought casual information, even if we only exchanged a few words in the street, shook hands with me at parting.

I found no one who had much good to say of his native place; every one complained of a lack of water.

Indeed, Cotrone has as good as no water supply.