¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Returning towards the main land, our steamer in a few minutes has reached the only accessible part of the island and dropped anchor twenty or thirty rods from shore. The Captain informs us that we are to have two hours for going ashore. For what? Why to see the island and its ruins. Shocking, we can see ruins enough from the steamer. Everything looks in ruins- The land is a barren pile of rocks, the greater part inaccisible [sic] The lower slopes support a scanty, rusty looking vegetation, chiefly terraces for grapes, as the wine of Capri has a celebrity, and we use it in preference of to any in Italy.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Before us on the sandy beach, are hauled up, a lot of fishing boats, and beyond them is a row of rust, filthy, decaying houses that belong to the aforesaid boats. One of the houses but little better than the rest is the custom-house where we see three or four cocked-hat officials strutting around the doorway amongst squalor and beggary, offering no assistance to the persecuted tourists who are infested by the dirty rabble-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 This town is the port of entry for the island. A mile above it, we see the rotting village of “Capri” where a score of our passengers have gone upon all the available Donkeys that were waiting at the landing.