¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 to Cararra [sic] each way from the railway is one vast orchard of olive trees, many of the hills covered with them while the steeper hills are all terraced for grapes- and several ancient castles cap their summits-In one section for a few miles are many houses scattered through the fields which are simply hollow straw stacks with a door but no windows, filled with families, a poverty-stricken effect-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 15th [December 1870] Henry and I go to Leghorn, half an hours ride, through a low marshy country, useless, uncultivated, which from the rain of the past 30 days is now nearly all under water. No fruit but many evergreen trees which in the distance much resemble orange orchards with their heavy tops- Leghorn is not hansome or agreable [sic], uinterresting [sic], unhealthy nothing of interest, seldom visited by tourists. Streets filed to overflowing with an idle population, dirty, lazy, ragged, smoking, and the squares and gutters are filled with hundreds of one horse cabs that dont seem to have a job- Several follow beside us not at all discouraged by my negatives- several follow us on foot hoping something may turn up to make a centime. Beggars everywhere. High rusty houses, dirty streets, still Leghorn managed to keep alive as a shipping port, transferring freight.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 I went straight to the American Consul to make arrangements for shipping marble sculpture through him, Mr. Howard, a young man from Pittsburgh, very pleasant and obliging. Also his Vice consult, who expects to make some fee’s.