Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . a, red in the glow of sunset.Beyond it were the forest-clad peaks round Asco, termi-nating to the south in the lordly Monte Cinto. Then the road twisted and wriggled up a gentle moun-tain slope ; I took a short cut across the pasturage,through a clump of trees, and eventually reached the roadagain with the height shutting out the west and leaving awide eastern vista to feast the eyes upon. To the northI could then see dimly the lower valley of the Golo, onthe northern bounds of La Castagniccia, and beyond itthe mountains of the Cavanaggia, on

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Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . a, red in the glow of sunset.Beyond it were the forest-clad peaks round Asco, termi-nating to the south in the lordly Monte Cinto. Then the road twisted and wriggled up a gentle moun-tain slope ; I took a short cut across the pasturage,through a clump of trees, and eventually reached the roadagain with the height shutting out the west and leaving awide eastern vista to feast the eyes upon. To the northI could then see dimly the lower valley of the Golo, onthe northern bounds of La Castagniccia, and beyond itthe mountains of the Cavanaggia, on
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Romantic Corsica, wanderings in Napoleon's isle; . a, red in the glow of sunset.Beyond it were the forest-clad peaks round Asco, termi-nating to the south in the lordly Monte Cinto. Then the road twisted and wriggled up a gentle moun-tain slope ; I took a short cut across the pasturage,through a clump of trees, and eventually reached the roadagain with the height shutting out the west and leaving awide eastern vista to feast the eyes upon. To the northI could then see dimly the lower valley of the Golo, onthe northern bounds of La Castagniccia, and beyond itthe mountains of the Cavanaggia, on the slopes of whichCorsica made her last, desperate, unsuccessful bid forfreedom. A spray of villages lay in the interveningspace, rapidly being covered by the dusk. Night comesquickly in these regions, with but little twilight. Soonthe moon burst from its coastline of cloud like a welcomeshell from some giant mortar. The long sequence ofshimmering ranges looked like motionless avalanches inthe pale, ghostly light. The shining rocks towering high. MOROSAGLIA.

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