I open the pamphlet, and in its second paragraph I find these words:- "By this story we shall show that the Catholics are the real friends of the country, that the true martyrs are not found outside the Church, that Catholicism is the true glory of Italy, and that the great days worthy to be commemorated are not those of Milan, nor those of Brescia in 1848, nor those of Turin in 1864, but the days of Otranto in August, 1480. May the tribute which we pay to-day to our true martyrs atone for the frequent sacrilege of giving that name to felons-" No words could prove more clearly by what untraversable distance the Church of Rome is parted from all sympathy with the unity of Italy.
"Naples Past and Present"
Arthur H. Norway
Everywhere, in this bleak snow-solitude, the way seemed barred, yet ever the trail curved and coiled, finding low divides and avoiding the higher and untraversable chains.
"Smoke Bellew"
Jack London
It seemed that Nature had tumbled down an impenetrable bewilderment of rock, the hillsides cracking into deep, dark crevices, and the crests of the mountains showing behind and beyond a massed confusion of crags and hollows, trackless and untraversable.
"The Life of Captain Matthew Flinders"
Ernest Scott