Part 13 (1/2)

”They will not make us, exactly,” said Mr. George; ”but they will expect something, no doubt. There may be another reason, however, why they keep the gate locked; and that is, to prevent children and stragglers from going up, where they might fall and break their necks at some of the exposed and dangerous places.”

”Do you suppose that there are dangerous places up here?” asked Rollo.

”Yes,” said Mr. George; ”I suppose there are a great many; and I advise you to be very careful where you go.”

The flight of stairs where Mr. George and Rollo were ascending was very broad; and it was formed of the long, flat bricks, such as Rollo had observed below. The bricks were placed edgewise.

”I suppose that these steps were covered with slabs of marble, in old times,” said Rollo.

”Probably,” said Mr. George; ”either with marble, or some other harder stone.”

After ascending some distance, Rollo, who went forward, came out upon the landing which led to a range of corridors in the second story, as it were. There were several of these corridors, running side by side, all along the building. On one side, you could pa.s.s through arches, and come out to the platforms where the seats had originally been arranged, and where you could look down upon the arena. The seats themselves were all gone, and in their places nothing was left but sloping platforms, all gone to ruin, and covered now with gra.s.s, and weeds, and tall bramble bushes. On the other side, you could go out to the outer wall, and look down through immense arched openings, to the ground below.[5]

[Footnote 5: See Frontispiece.]

”Take care, Rollo,” said Mr. George; ”don't go too near.”

”You may go as near as you think it is safe,” said Rollo, ”and I will keep back an inch from where you go.”

”That's right,” said Mr. George. ”There is great pleasure and satisfaction in going into dangerous places with such a sensible boy as you.”

After rambling about among the arches and corridors of the second story for some time, Mr. George and Rollo mounted to a story above. They found ruins of staircases in great numbers, so that there were a great many different places where they could go up. Mr. George allowed Rollo to go about wherever he pleased, knowing that he would keep at a safe distance from all places where there was danger of falling.

From time to time, they met other parties of visitors rambling about the ruins. If these persons were French or German, they generally bowed to Rollo and Mr. George as they pa.s.sed, and greeted them with a pleasant smile, as if of recognition. If, on the other hand, they were English, they pa.s.sed directly by, looking straight forward, as if they did not see them at all.

Whenever Rollo came to a new staircase, he wished to ascend it, being seemingly desirous of getting up as high as he could. Mr. George made no objection to this. Indeed, he allowed Rollo to choose the way, and to go where he pleased. He himself followed, walking slowly, in a musing manner, filled, apparently, with wondering admiration, and contemplating the stupendous magnitude of the ruin.

”Uncle George,” said Rollo, ”if I had my pressing book here, I would gather some of these plants and press them, to carry home.”

Mr. George did not answer. He was standing in an advanced position, where he had an uninterrupted survey of the whole interior of the Coliseum; and he was endeavoring to picture to his imagination the scene which must have been presented to view when the vast amphitheatre was filled with spectators.

”If I had expected to find so many plants growing on the ruins of a building, I should have brought it,” said Rollo.

The pressing book which Rollo referred to, was one made expressly for the purpose of pressing flowers. The leaves of it were of blotting paper.

Rollo was half inclined to ask Mr. George to put some specimens into the Guide Book; but he did _not_ ask him, because he knew that Mr. George did not like to have dried plants in the Guide Book. Such specimens between the leaves of a book interfere very much with the convenience of using it, by dropping out when you open the book, or impeding the turning of the leaves.

”But I mean to come again,” continued Rollo, ”and bring my pressing book, and then I can get as many specimens as I please. Wouldn't you, uncle George?”

”Wouldn't you what?” said Mr. George. Mr. George had been paying very little attention to what Rollo had been saying.

”Come again some day,” said Rollo, ”and bring my pressing book, so as to collect specimens of some of these little plants.”

”Yes,” said Mr. George, ”that will be an excellent plan. And I wish, while you are doing it, you would gather some for me. And if you wish for some now, I can let you put them in the Guide Book.”

”No, I thank you,” said Rollo. ”I will wait till I come again.”

The height of the outer walls of the Coliseum is over a hundred and fifty feet, which would be the height of a house fifteen stories high.

There are not many church steeples higher than that.