Where Chrysanthemum Powder is Made 
grades or qualities, are manufactured in this 
town. To see the long, thin noodles,—white, 
yellow or almost golden,—hanging by the 
thousands from over bamboo poles in one long 
attic room, or to look over the wide shelves of 
other varieties, drying, on the floor beneath, 
is one of the most tempting sights that all 
Dalmatia affords. 
The macaroni ranges in price from $8.80 
per hundred kilo down to thirteen cents. The 
finer varieties are made with egg and of one 
part of flour to two of lard. Before they are 
dry they take on a charming yellow-green that 
dazzles the eye in the drying room, where, 
ten tiers high, they are gathered. In size, the 
macaroni ranges from the thinness of a straw 
to the diameter of an American gas pipe. 
In addition to the Hungarian wheat, much 
of the flour consumed in this industry is im¬ 
ported from the United States. 
Here in Sebenico one sees, probably at its 
minimum, the evolution of the cap, for the 
cap has reached its limit among the peasantry. 
It is, in fact, nothing more or less than a pan¬ 
cake of red material, thin, perfectly round and 
of diameter not over twice that of our dollar. 
It needs to be held on the head by a string 
around the neck, and is absolutely useless 
save for decorative effect. Out on the high¬ 
ways, a-straddle their donkeys, with faggots 
for the market, the people receive as little pro¬ 
tection from the beating sun by reason of their 
caps as if they went forth bareheaded. 
Still they cling to them, in preference to the 
straw hats in the stores, notwithstanding that 
they cost them a crown or twenty cents. 
Some of the better class homes here in 
Sebenico are quite roomy, and the high garden 
walls are made picturesque by the oleanders 
and fig trees that overhang. The dwellings 
of the poor take on all imaginable shapes and 
are usually of rock, roughly hewn and plas¬ 
tered together to form a flat wall. On saints’ 
days a fir branch at the corner of the dwelling 
is frequent at homes where two streets meet. 
All in all, there is not much sightseeing to 
be done in the city. The entire population 
of the place is not much over 8,000. 1 he old 
Venetian fort of San Niccolo, at the entrance 
to the landlocked harbor, an admirable point 
of defense in time of siege, for “bottling up” 
an Austrian fleet by some Dalmatian Hobson, 
can be seen in entering the city. I he market¬ 
place is small, and while the peasants from 
the country ’round are of splendid physique, 
they are too dirty, and their costumes not suf¬ 
ficiently different from those to be seen in the 
town itself, to warrant an excursion. The 
Cathedral, dating back to 1431, has a dome a 
hundred feet in height, that is interesting in a 
way, and the Loggia or old Town Hall attracts 
the visitor for Ximanes’ marble statue of 
Nicolo Tomaseo, the author, erected nine 
years since. 
Most strangers make the excursion to the 
Falls of the Kerka, twelve miles out in the 
solitudes of Dalmatia, a cascade 160 feet 
in height, plunging down in six great leaps 
amid scenery that reminds an American of 
the Muskoka district of Ontario. Beyond, 
at Knin, a region of brown-coal deposits is 
reached. 
Fountain—Castello di Poggio 
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