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cliff must have hidden it from the searching gaze of the 

 Saracens who once sailed the T}'rrhenian Sea. And yet 

 legend tells us that in the tenth century Harun, a Sara- 

 cen chief, built the castle whose ruins today crown the 

 summit of the mountain. lie came here, ho\ve\'er, not as an 

 enemy, but vanquished by the love of a Christian woman 

 whom he made his bride after his own conversion. 



Even those who arc familiar with the loveliest parts 

 of southern Italy will appreciate to the full extent this 

 noble and typicalh" Italian landscape. And how much 

 more beautiful does it become \\lien at sunset the tops 

 of the mountains are tinged with red, casting long, dark 

 shadows in the valley's, and touching St. Agnese on her 

 grey rocks with its liery glow. But now the sun has 

 vanished behind the Tete de Chien: the shades of night 



