The Island of San Lazzaro 
THE PUBLIC LANDING FROM THE CAMPANILE 
From a sketch by the author 
out and knees bent. A long, slow stroke 
with the weight of the body against the oar 
—good; but in the recover the oar slipped 
and was helplessly down against the gunwale. 
With a quick twist one escaped a forced dive 
overboard. Several other trials were more 
successful, though it seemed attempting the 
impossible. All this time the gondolier was 
highly scandalized. Strange how unsuited 
to a Signore any sort of physical work seems, 
in Italian eyes! A long walk, and they shake 
their heads and explain to each other that 
he is an “ Inglese ,” and therefore crack 
brained. If he can pay for a carriage, why 
not ride ? 
San Lazzaro lies to the south, past San 
Servolo. A half hour and we saw the red 
stucco buildings and the slender half-oriental 
campanile set in the green foliage of the 
gardens. Along the brick sea-wall we passed 
by tall cypresses to a little land-locked harbor. 
At the side pomegranate trees overhung 
A DOORWAY THE GRAPE ARBOR 
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