CHARLES WATERT0N, ESQ. Ixxvii 



would gore me to death. Having singled out 

 a tree or two of easy ascent where the herd was 

 grazing, I advanced close up to it, calculating 

 that one or other of the trees would be a pro- 

 tection to me, in case the brutes should prove 

 unruly. They all ceased eating, and stared 

 at me as though they had never seen a man 

 before. Upon this, I immediately threw my 

 body, arms, and legs, into all kinds of antic 

 movements, grumbling loudly at the same time ; 

 and the whole herd, bulls, cows, and calves, 

 took off, as fast as ever they could pelt, leaving 

 me to return sound and whole to the inn, with 

 a hearty laugh against the Italians. 



After I had seen the ram of Apulia in 

 Naples, I no longer considered Homer's story 

 of* Ulysses with the sheep of Polyphemus so 

 very much out of the way. 



The days passed swiftly over in Naples. 

 What with our visits to the wonderful places in 

 the neighbourhood, and the interesting sights in 

 " otiosa Neapolis" itself, we could scarcely be- 

 lieve that the 19th of September had actually 

 dawned upon us. On this day is celebrated the 

 festival of St. Januarius, bishop and martyr; and 

 we had come from Rome to Naples expressly to 



