22 RAVINES OF THE SEVEN CAPES. 



Austrian Consul. Over the doorway is a long- 

 Greek inscription, which told us that the tomb 

 belonged, not to "Hippias," but to a certain 

 Herodotus of Pinara. It was dark before we 

 reached Forellas, the village or rather farmhouse 

 where we were to pass the night, and where 

 we found our interpreter waiting for us with most 

 comfortable quarters and an excellent supper. As 

 we entered the place we passed an ancient half- 

 buried arch- way, and nearer to the house two sar- 

 cophagi, and a gateway, with other traces of a site. 

 On waking in the morning we found that, in the 

 darkness of the night before, we had come un- 

 awares upon a scene of surpassing grandeur. Be- 

 neath our dwelling sank a tremendous ravine 

 cleft down to the very sea, the waves of which 

 were dashing against the margin of a small flat 

 plain, buried in the gloom of the abyss. Immense 

 masses of rocks, torn, rent, and broken up, lay 

 scattered and hanging on every shelving ledge, 

 while tremendous precipices towered upwards to 

 the snow-crowned summit of Anticragus, which 

 rose majestically over this wondrous gulf seven 

 thousand feet above the sea, the waves of 

 which and the mountain-top were visible to us 

 at once from the same spot. There seemed no 



