STORM O X THE CAP D:ANT1BES^ Ul 



]iea\ily against the rocks on the shore as though seeking 

 to shatter them. The thundering roar of tlie impact 

 can be heard from afar. The point of the Cup can no 

 longer be reached as the waves are washing right o\er 

 it. (Jut on the sk\-linc a billow rises like a great wall. 

 .S\\'elling as it approaches, it hurls itself onto the land 

 to fall back broken and covered with white foam. It 

 meets another equalh' threatening wave and both dis- 

 appear for awhile. Then a calm ensues, for an ad- 

 ^'ancino- and a retreating wa\'e ha\'e met and annulled 

 each other. 13ut when two ad^•allcing waves combine 

 the\' surge up mightih' and dash themseh'es on the rocks 

 with curving crest. Masses of water are thrown aloft and 

 sea and sk\' are mingled in the chaos. A\'ith a dull roar as 

 of hea\'\ cannonading the wa\'es surge through the ca\'es 

 which the\- themseh'es have fashioned in the rocks. All round 

 us there is a gurgling, groaning' sound from the numberless 

 streamlets making- their \va\ back to the sea through tlie 

 clefts and ston\- fissures of the rock. Beset on all sides by 

 the raging elements, we seem almost to be floating in the 

 open sea, and are gripped hv the terror of the storm. How 

 pleasant it is to feel the firm ground beneath one's feet ! 

 It is man\' chu s before the agitation of the waves 

 subsides and the broad surface of the sea returns to 

 peace and rest. E\'er changing, yet e^'er the same, this 

 clix'ine Mediterranean fascinates and delights us! 



CHAPTER AT. 



The walks around the ba\s, on the slopes of the 

 hills, and among the gardens of the Cap d'Antibes are 



