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the Urcia, which descends from it. Over this torrent a bridge 
is built ; and just above it, rises a small rocky hill to the height of 
80 or 100 feet, the summit of which is flat, and stretches to- 
wards the mountain. Proceeding a few hundred yards along 
this plateau, in the direction of the mountain, we come to the 
Bagni di Vignone, which, as medicinal baths, are scarcely less ce- 
lebrated than those of San Filippo. The water supplying 
these baths rises up in two or three different parts of the middle 
of a large square pond : it has the appearance of water in a state 
of ebullition, and is raised in successive gushes, with a deep 
rushing sound, in columns of one foot in diameter, and to the 
height frequently of two feet above the surface of the pond. Its 
temperature is sufficient to boil eggs, and it is often applied to 
that and similar uses. The buildings for the baths are situate 
to the south, near the exit of the pond, and are well adapted to 
their intended purpose. The patients who resort thither dur- 
ing the summer, find accommodation in the small village that in' 
part surrounds the pond. This water contains a large portion 
of calcareous matter, which forms considerable depositions in its 
course. In proof of this I may mention, that a small mill, 
erected near the bridge over the Urcia above mentioned, and 
worked by the water of the springs, has become entirely en- 
crusted with this matter, so as to stop the machinery. The 
presence of iron is also manifested in this water, by the deposi- 
tions of ochreous matter ; but it seems to be entirely free from 
sulphureous impregnation, which remarkably distinguishes it 
from the waters of San Filippo. 
Night approaching, and being unable to procure accommoda- 
tion at the village, I was obliged to proceed to the inn of La 
Scala, a distance of about four miles. 
The next morning I set out for the Bagni di San Filippo, 
situated at about nine miles distance from the place where I had 
spent the night. The country through which I walked, as- 
sumed a wilder character as I proceeded ; the valleys were 
deeper, and the rocks loftier and more picturesque. At the 
distance of six miles I reached the village of Campiglia, situate 
on the declivity of the mountain, and surmounted by rocks on 
which stood the Castle of Campiglia, belonging to the Counts of 
that name. From this spot the road to the baths is continued 
by the side of the Rondinaya, a mountain torrent that rolls its 
