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at short intervals ; and, at the distance of about a mile from the 6rst, 

 we came to a spot where the plants stretched considerably to the right 

 and left, forming a larger plantation than any we had yet seen. In 

 the midst of this we found the celebrated fountain of Cyana. You 

 recollect she was a Sicilian nymph, and, endeavoring to assist Pro- 

 serpine against the violence of Pluto, was changed by the enraged 

 god into a fountain. It is a very pretty spot. The fountain is about 

 forty feet in diameter, and about fifteen in depth ; the water is per- 

 fectly clear, and fish of a large size were darting about in the deeper 

 parts : the bottom was carpeted quite across with grass of a delicate 

 green color, while all around, the graceful forms of the papyrus bent 

 over it, a screen and an ornament to the abode of the martyr-nymph. 



6. Notice of a part of Majorca. 



Orange Groves, Olives, Mountains, People, Costume, 4*c.— 

 Along the western side of this island is an unbroken range of moun- 

 tains, so high that at my visit, they were tipped in many places with 

 snow. Just at the place where they are highest, a crater-shaped 

 hollow seems to have been scooped out, and at the bottom of this is 

 the little town of Seller, (pronounced Solye by the natives ;) it is 

 three miles from the coast, but a good road follows the windings of 

 a roaring stream, and conducts the traveller to a small harbor so shut 

 in as to resemble a pretty little lake. In this harbor I landed. The 

 captain and crew had told me a great deal about the beauty of the 

 orange groves of Soller, but I was not prepared for the scene in 

 which we found ourselves as soon as we left the harbor. The valley 

 or glen we were traversing, rapidly widened, the orange gardens 

 commenced, and soon nothing was to be seen all around but continu- 

 ous orchards of orange trees, rising often to a height of twenty or 

 twenty five feet, and loaded as thickly with ripe fruit as I have ever 

 seen apple trees at home. The ground was covered with them, 

 and they lined the sides of the stream, sticking by dozens against the 

 rocks that interrupted its course. The lad whose donkey was car- 

 rying my baggage, asked me, if I would have some, and on my re- 

 plying in the affirmative, ran into the next open gate, and soon came 

 out with as many as he could carry. I selected half a dozen ; he 

 asked me if I would not have more, and when I answered no, he open- 

 ed his arms and let the rest of them tumble down into the road. 

 They told me in the village, that the groves cover an extent of about 



