Buried Cities: Pompeii, Olympia, Mycenae E-Book

Jennie Hall

• Herausgeber: Jennie Hall
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The publishers are grateful to the estate of Miss Jennie Hall and to her many friends for assistance in planning the publication of this book. Especial thanks are due to Miss Nell C. Curtis of the Lincoln School, New York City, for helping to finish Miss Hall's work of choosing the pictures, and to Miss Irene I. Cleaves of the Francis Parker School, Chicago, who wrote the captions. It was Miss Katharine Taylor, now of the Shady Hill School, Cambridge, who brought these stories to our attention.

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Jennie Hall

Buried Cities: Pompeii, Olympia, Mycenae

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Table of contents

PREFACE

FOREWORD: TO BOYS AND GIRLS

POMPEII

THE GREEK SLAVE AND THE LITTLE ROMAN BOY

VESUVIUS

POMPEII TO-DAY

PICTURES OF POMPEII

A ROMAN BOY.

THE CITY OF NAPLES, WITH MOUNT VESUVIUS ACROSS THE BAY.

VESUVIUS IN ERUPTION, FROM AN AIRPLANE.

POMPEII FROM AN AIRPLANE.

THE STABIAN GATE.

IN THE STREET OF TOMBS.

THE AMPHITHEATER.

RUINS OF THE GREAT STABIAN BATHS.

THE RUINED TEMPLE OF APOLLO.

THE SCHOOL OF THE GLADIATORS.

THE SMALLER THEATER.

A SACRIFICE.

A SCENE IN THE FORUM.

IVORY HAIRPINS.

APPLIANCES FOR THE BATH.

PERISTYLE OF THE HOUSE OF THE VETTII.

LADY PLAYING A HARP.

KITCHEN OF THE HOUSE OF THE VETTII.

KITCHEN UTENSILS.

CENTAUR CUP.

THE HOUSE OF THE TRAGIC POET (restored).

THE HOUSE OF THE TRAGIC POET (as it looks to-day).

MOSAIC OF WATCH DOG.

THE HOUSE OF DIOMEDE.

RUINS OF A BAKERY, WITH MILLSTONES.

SECTION OF A MILL.

PORTRAIT OF LUCIUS CÆCILIUS JUCUNDUS.

BRONZE CANDLEHOLDER.

THE DANCING FAUN.

HERMES IN REPOSE.

THE ARCH OF NERO.

OLYMPIA

TWO WINNERS OF CROWNS

HOW A CITY WAS LOST

PICTURES OF OLYMPIA

ENTRANCE TO STADION.

GYMNASIUM.

BOYS IN GYMNASIUM.

THE TEMPLE OF ZEUS.

THE LABORS OF HERAKLES.

THE STATUE OF VICTORY.

THE TEMPLE OF HERA.

HEAD OF AN ATHLETE.

A GREEK HORSEMAN.

MYCENÆ

HOW A LOST CITY WAS FOUND

PICTURES OF MYCENAE

THE CIRCLE OF ROYAL TOMBS.

DR. AND MRS. SCHLIEMANN AT WORK.

THE GATE OF LIONS.

INSIDE THE TREASURY OF ATREUS.

THE INTERIOR OF THE PALACE.

GOLD MASK.

A COW'S HEAD OF SILVER.

THE WARRIOR VASE.

BRONZE HELMETS.

GEM FROM MYCENAE.

BRONZE DAGGERS.

CARVED IVORY HEAD.

BRONZE BROOCHES.

ONE OF THE CUPS FOUND AT VAPHIO.

PLATES.

GOLD ORNAMENT.

MYCENAE IN THE DISTANCE.

PREFACE

The publishers are grateful to the estate of Miss Jennie Hall and to her many friends for assistance in planning the publication of this book. Especial thanks are due to Miss Nell C. Curtis of the Lincoln School, New York City, for helping to finish Miss Hall's work of choosing the pictures, and to Miss Irene I. Cleaves of the Francis Parker School, Chicago, who wrote the captions. It was Miss Katharine Taylor, now of the Shady Hill School, Cambridge, who brought these stories to our attention.

FOREWORD: TO BOYS AND GIRLS

Do you like to dig for hidden treasure? Have you ever found Indian arrowheads or Indian pottery? I knew a boy who was digging a cave in a sandy place, and he found an Indian grave. With his own hands he uncovered the bones and skull of some brave warrior. That brown skull was more precious to him than a mint of money. Another boy I knew was making a cave of his own. Suddenly he dug into an older one made years before. He crawled into it with a leaping heart and began to explore. He found an old carpet and a bit of burned candle. They proved that some one had lived there. What kind of a man had he been and what kind of life had he lived—black or white or red, robber or beggar or adventurer? Some of us were walking in the woods one day when we saw a bone sticking out of the ground. Luckily we had a spade, and we set to work digging. Not one moment was the tool idle. First one bone and then another came to light and among them a perfect horse's skull. We felt as though we had rescued Captain Kidd's treasure, and we went home draped in bones.

Suppose that instead of finding the bones of a horse we had uncovered a gold-wrapped king. Suppose that instead of a deserted cave that boy had dug into a whole buried city with theaters and mills and shops and beautiful houses. Suppose that instead of picking up an Indian arrowhead you could find old golden vases and crowns and bronze swords lying in the earth. If you could be a digger and a finder and could choose your find, would you choose a marble statue or a buried bakeshop with bread two thousand years old still in the oven or a king's grave filled with golden gifts? It is of such digging and such finding that this book tells.

POMPEII

Line Art of Bronze Lamp. Caption: Bronze Lamps. The bowl held olive oil. A wick came out at the nozzle. These lamps gave a dim and smoky light.

THE GREEK SLAVE AND THE LITTLE ROMAN BOY

Ariston, the Greek slave, was busily painting. He stood in a little room with three smooth walls. The fourth side was open upon a court. A little fountain splashed there. Above stretched the brilliant sky of Italy. The August sun shone hotly down. It cut sharp shadows of the columns on the cement floor. This was the master's room. The artist was painting the walls. Two were already gay with pictures. They showed the mighty deeds of warlike Herakles. Here was Herakles strangling the lion, Herakles killing the hideous hydra, Herakles carrying the wild boar on his shoulders, Herakles training the mad horses. But now the boy was painting the best deed of all—Herakles saving Alcestis from death. He had made the hero big and beautiful. The strong muscles lay smooth in the great body. One hand trailed the club. On the other arm hung the famous lion skin. With that hand the god led Alcestis. He turned his head toward her and smiled. On the ground lay Death, bruised and bleeding. One batlike black wing hung broken. He scowled after the hero and the woman. In the sky above him stood Apollo, the lord of life, looking down. But the picture of the god was only half finished. The figure was sketched in outline. Ariston was rapidly laying on paint with his little brushes. His eyes glowed with Apollo's own fire. His lips were open, and his breath came through them pantingly.