BURIED CITIES: POMPEII, OLYMPIA,MYCENAE

BURIED CITIES: POMPEII, OLYMPIA,MYCENAE

by Jennie Hall
BURIED CITIES: POMPEII, OLYMPIA,MYCENAE
BURIED CITIES: POMPEII, OLYMPIA,MYCENAE

BURIED CITIES: POMPEII, OLYMPIA,MYCENAE

by Jennie Hall

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Overview

POMPEII

1. The Greek Slave and the Little Roman Boy

2. Vesuvius

3. Pompeii Today

_Pictures of Pompeii:_

A Roman Boy

The City of Naples

Vesuvius in Eruption

Pompeii from an Airplane

Nola Street; the Stabian Gate

In the Street of Tombs

The Amphitheater; the Baths

Temple of Apollo; School of the Gladiators

The Smaller Theater

A Sacrifice

Scene in the Forum; Hairpins; Bath Appliances

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

Mosaic of Watch Dog

The House of Diomede

A Bakery; Section of a Mill

Lucius Cæcilius Jueundus

Bronze Candleholder

The Dancing Faun
Hermes in Repose

The Arch of Nero


OLYMPIA

1. Two Winners of Crowns

2. How a City Was Lost


_Pictures of Olympia_:

Entrance to Stadion

Gymnasium

Boys in Gymnasium

Temple of Zeus

The Labors of Herakles

The Statue of Victory

The Hermes of Praxiteles

The Temple of Hera

Head of an Athlete

A Greek Horseman


MYCENÆ

1. How a Lost City Was Found

_Pictures of Mycenæ_:

The Circle of Royal Tombs

Doctor and Mrs. Schliemann at Work

The Gate of Lions

Inside the Treasury of Atreus

The Interior of the Palace

Gold Mask; Cow's Head

The Warrior Vase

Bronze Helmets; Gem

Bronze Daggers

Carved Ivory Head; Bronze Brooches

A Cup from Vaphio

Gold Plates; Gold Ornament

Mycenæ in the Distance

[Illustration: 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 SLATE 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.

"O god of beauty, god of Hellas, god of freedom, help me!" he half
whispered while his brush worked.

For he had a great plan in his mind. Here he was, a slave in this rich
Roman's house. Yet he was a free-born son of Athens, from a family of
painters. Pirates had brought him here to Pompeii, and had sold him as a
slave. His artist's skill had helped him, even in this cruel land. For
his master, Tetreius, loved beauty. The Roman had soon found that his
young Greek slave was a painter. He had said to his steward:

"Let this boy work at the mill no longer. He shall paint the walls of my
private room."

So he had talked to Ariston about what the pictures should be. The Greek
had found that this solemn, frowning Roman was really a kind man. Then
hope had sprung up in his breast and had sung of freedom.

"I will do my best to please him," he had thought. "When all the walls
are beautiful, perhaps he will smile at my work. Then I will clasp his
knees. I will tell him of my father, of Athens, of how I was stolen.
Perhaps he will send me home."

Product Details

BN ID: 2940015513998
Publisher: SAP
Publication date: 09/30/2012
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