Such is the legend of the monopolist's once stately and sumptuous castle, now called the "Spectacular Ruin." On the right bank, two or three miles below the Spectacular Ruin, we passed by a noble pile of castellated buildings overlooking the water from the crest of a lofty elevation.

A stretch of two hundred yards of the high front wall was heavily draped with ivy, and out of the mass of buildings within rose three picturesque old towers.

The place was in fine order, and was inhabited by a family of princely rank.

This castle had its legend, too, but I should not feel justified in repeating it because I doubted the truth of some of its minor details.
Along in this region a multitude of Italian laborers were blasting away the frontage of the hills to make room for the new railway.

They were fifty or a hundred feet above the river.