But in my case, on the other hand, I know it's somewhere in the baggage car, so I don't have to worry." The journey was a delightful one.

The road skirted the coast through the oldest and most picturesque part of Sicily, and it amazed them to observe that however far they travelled Etna was always apparently next door, and within reaching distance.
At Aci Castello they were pointed out the seven Isles of the Cyclops, which the blind Polyphemus once hurled after the crafty Ulysses.

Then they came to Catania, which is the second largest city in Sicily, but has little of historic interest.

Here they were really at the nearest point to the mighty volcano, but did not realize it because it always seemed to be near them.

Eighteen miles farther they passed Leontinoi, which in ancient days dared to rival Siracusa itself, and an hour later the train skirted the bay and Capo Santa Panagia and slowly came to a halt in that city which for centuries dominated all the known world and was more powerful and magnificent in its prime than Athens itself--Syracuse.
The day had become cloudy and gray and the wind whistled around them with a chill sweep as they left their coach at the station and waited for Kenneth to find carriages.