National Geographic : 1928 Jul
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE BROKEN JARS MAKE GOOD DOVECOTES The dove bears a peculiar relation to Cyprus, the island of Aphrodite, for to the Greek goddess it, as well as the sparrow, swan, and swallow, was sacred. The story is also told of a Cypriote king who kept himself cool by causing doves to flutter around him. An hour afterwards we were at the top, our hearts pounding and our spirits stirred. The slippers still covered those bare feet. The camera was in the capable hands of the "homo." Luckily there was a breeze off the plain. All the time we were there cloud waves from the north tried to storm that craggy ridge and were driven back in defeat They sent out tenuous scouting parties, which the hills might have overlooked, but didn't. They gathered their cohorts in un broken masses that swept up the cliffs with relentless rush; but at the peak they were dissipated, like the impetuous steam that hisses forth from a locomotive's flanks and fades away to nothing in the sun. The very rock on which we stood seemed to sway to their movement. On our return the priest had mountain honey and cheese and bread waiting for us. The hard climb had lent attractiveness to the well-kept orchard, the small plowed fields, the fruit blossoms, and the moun tain air; but better than all was the crystal clear water from a fount near the ruined church with its flaking frescoes. The "homo," delighted with a present she well earned, busied herself at the unbelievable anachronism of suckling an infant. After that climb a Cyprus saddle was no kind treatment for honest legs; so I returned to Kythrea, as I had come, on foot. Behind me rode the muleteer, chuck ling over the greatest conquest of his life-a plainsman turned mountaineer in one lesson, and that lesson given by a toothless woman with a newborn babe.