e last
seen of him he was somewhere on top of a hill with his legs white with
lime, which he had picked up darting through a mortar-bed where a house
was building; The bay horse, _Mortadella_, ridden by a boy named Bruno,
won this Sunday quarter-race; and though the horse was not timed, it is
safe to say the time was good, taking into account the fact that on
week-days he brought wood down the mountain on his back, and
consequently had that peculiar corkscrew motion incident to his
profession.

The race over, Caper proposed their once more ascending the main street
and making a bold endeavor to discover the top of the town, from which
he argued there must be a fine view. Sturdily mounting up, they found
themselves at last on the summit of the mountain, and passing several
houses, an academy and a church, found before them a pleasant walk
called the Pianillo, which was the crown of the conical mountain, and
from whence, looking over the valley below and around them, they saw far
off the Albanian mountains to their front and left, while away to their
right hand and fading into the clouds, the chain of the Abruzzi showed
them the confines of Naples. From this walk they saw the mountains and
towns of San Germano, Santo Padre di Regno, l'Arnara, Frosinone,
Torrice, Monte San Giovanni, Veroli, Ferentino, Morino, Agnani, Acuto,
Piglio, Serrone, Paliano, Roviate, Civitella, Olevano, San Vito,
Capranica, Gennazzano, Cave, Palestrina, Valmontone, Montefortino,
Lugnano, Zagarolo, Colonna, Rocca Priora, and the neighboring towns of
Sgurgola, Gorga, and Gavignano, with that lovely valley, La Villamagna.

Lost in admiration of the splendid panorama before them, our artists
were not at first aware that the Pianillo was fast filling up with the
people who had lately attended the horse-race; believing they were
attracted here by the lovely scenery, they only admired their good
taste, when Rocjean, overhearing two of the Segnians, discovered that
they came there to enjoy a very different spectacle--that of _La Giostra
del Porchetto_, or

SMALL-HOG GAME.

What this might be, our artists had yet to learn; it sounded slightly
sensual for a Sunday amusement, but as there was a bishop in the town,
and nothing could consequently be permitted that would shock, etc.,
etc., Caper, Rocjean, and Dexter at once agreed to assist the heads of
the church in their pious endeavors to celebrate the day--as the Romans
do. Not far from where they wer