at the foot of great hills; where having rested well all night, at the Colonels house (the best Inn here) we began the next morning to clime the hills for a breakfast. For the space of three hours our horses eased us, the ascent not being so surley as we expected from so rugged a brow of hills: but when we came to the steep of the hill it self Mount Sampion,Mount Sampion. (one of the great Staircases of Italy) we were forced to compliment our horses, and go a foot. It was towards the very beginning of October when we passed that way, and therefore found that Hill in a good humour; otherwise its froward enough. Having in one hours time crawled up the steep of the Hill, we had two hours more riding to the Village and Inn of Sampion: where arriving, we found little meat for our great stomachs, and cold comfort for all the hot stincking Stove.
At last, having paid for a dinner here, though we saw nothing we could eate, we were the lighter in purse, as well as in body, to walkwell
