In mild weather, too, when our harbor was quiet, we still heard its whimper.

Behind the village, the ground rose toward the north, where the horizon was bounded by woods of oak and pine, intersected by crooked roads, which led to towns and villages near us.

The inland scenery was tame; no hill or dale broke its dull uniformity.

Cornfields and meadows of red grass walled with gray stone, lay between the village and the border of the woods.

Seaward it was enchanting--beautiful under the sun and moon and clouds.