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courage, but he had never had the courage to
shoot any animal, not even a quail.[1] I looked
in surprise at his handsome, intelligent and rather
sympathetic face and asked him if he was a
Sicilian, he said he was not but that he had
lived in Sicily for several years. It began to
rain heavily and we walked away. He asked
me where I was living and when I answered
nowhere in particular, he looked at my drenched
clothes and offered to put me up for the night,
he was living with two friends close by. We
groped our way among huge blocks of masonry
and piles of smashed furniture of all descriptions,
descended a flight of steps and stood in a large
underground kitchen dimly lit by an oil-lamp
under a colour print of the Madonna stuck up
on the wall. There were three mattresses on
the floor, Signor Amedeo said I was welcome to
sleep on his, he and his two friends were to be
away the whole night to search for some of their
belongings under the ruins of their houses. I
had an excellent supper, the second decent meal
I had had since my arrival at Messina. The
first had been a couple of days before when I
had unexpectedly come upon a joyous luncheon
party in the garden of the American Consulate,
presided over by my old friend Winthrop Chanler,
who had arrived the same morning in his yacht
loaded with provisions for the starving city. I
slept soundly the whole night on Signor Amedeo’s
mattress, only to be awakened in the morning

[1] It might interest animal lovers to know that these two
horses and the little donkey were got out alive on the
seventeenth day after the earthquake and that they recovered.

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