Chapter 30
The Shepherd's Story of the Bond of FriendshipTHE little dwelling in which we lived was of clay, but the
door-posts were columns of fluted marble, found near the spot on
which it stood. The roof sloped nearly to the ground. It was at
this time dark, brown, and ugly, but had originally been formed of
blooming olive and laurel branches, brought from beyond the
mountains. The house was situated in a narrow gorge, whose rocky
walls rose to a perpendicular height, n***d and black, while round
their summits clouds often hung, looking like white living figures.
Not a singing bird was ever heard there, neither did men dance to
the sound of the pipe. The spot was one sacred to olden times; even
its name recalled a memory of the days when it was called "Delphi."
Then the summi
