Brussa, with its innumerable minarets, is the only point of relief to which the eye continually recurs, because there is nothing beyond to attract it.

A little brook, crossed by a very high stone bridge, but so shallow already in the middle of May as hardly to cover our horses' hoofs; and towards Brussa, a miserable village, with a few plantations of olives and mulberry-trees,--are the only objects to be discovered throughout the whole wide expanse.
Wherever I found the olive-tree--here, near Trieste, and in Sicily,-- it was alike ugly.

The stem is gnarled, and the leaves are narrow and of a dingy green colour.

The mulberry-tree, with its luxuriant bright green foliage, forms an agreeable contrast to the olive.

The silk produced in this neighbourhood is peculiarly fine in quality, and the stuffs from Brussa are renowned far and wide.
We reached the town in safety before sunset.