I was standing before a splendid, crescent-shaped, extended chain of mountains, which were covered from top to bottom by green, young woods.
The transparent blue of the northern sky was above them; the sunbeams were playing on their summits. Swift-running brooks, half-concealed in verdure, were murmuring below.
Then I remembered the old story of the Greek ship, which, in the first century after the birth of Jesus, sailed the Ægean Sea.
