Pilgrim Walks in Franciscan Italy

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Presently we emerged into the wide plain between the vineyards, where the verdant branches of the vines hang like festoons from tree to tree. In the far distance, above the purple hills, the crests of the snow clad mountains were discernible, glistening in the sun shine. The train stopped; we were in Greccio. The cool air from the moun tains met us as we passed out of the small station to the highroad.