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Sunny Lands in the Blue Mediterranean

           "Isthechilddumb?"criedtheProfessor,who,proudofhisknowledgeofmanylanguages,nowtriedFrench:"Commentappellet-oncettemontagne,monenfant?"

           Silencestill.

           "NowletustryItalian,"saidmyuncle;andhesaid:

           "Dovenoisiamo?"

           "Yes,wherearewe?"Iimpatientlyrepeated.

           Buttherewasnoanswerstill.

           "Willyouspeakwhenyouaretold?"exclaimedmyuncle,shakingtheurchinbytheears."Comesinomaquestaisola?"

           "STROMBOLI,"repliedthelittleherdboy,slippingoutofHans’hands,andscuddingintotheplainacrosstheolivetrees.

           Wewerehardlythinkingofthat.Stromboli!Whataneffectthisunexpectednameproduceduponmymind!WewereinthemidstoftheMediterraneanSea,onanislandoftheÆolianarchipelago,intheancientStrongyle,whereÆoluskeptthewindsandthestormschainedup,tobeletlooseathiswill.AndthosedistantbluemountainsintheeastwerethemountainsofCalabria.AndthatthreateningvolcanofarawayinthesouthwasthefierceEtna.

           "Stromboli,Stromboli!"Irepeated.

           Myunclekepttimetomyexclamationswithhandsandfeet,aswellaswithwords.Weseemedtobechantinginchorus!

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