ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 



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village below, and the huts are of the true 

 Highland type long, low, white, thick-walled, 

 and heavily bonneted with thatch. Some people 

 prefer to lodge here ; the air is certainly in- 

 vigorating, but to me there is always a per- 



ceptible touch of melancholy. The black moun- 

 tains are too near. One feels this, of course, 

 more strongly on an evening like the present, 

 when the sky is dark and monotonous. Sud- 

 denly, however, the dulness is broken, as so 

 often happens just at sunset, the heavy clouds 



