ABSTRACT

Another man has told me that he once happened to be passing this Captain’s Olive around midnight, and he saw some kind of goatskin flask rolling around on the ground next to the olive tree. In his fright he picked up a stick and began striking at this skin, but he never was able to hit it. He continued on his way to the rock of Purcasi, with the skin following him all the way there. Finally, he gave it two more whacks with the stick and suddenly it vanished before his eyes, leaving no trace behind. Told by Vincenzo Rappa at Borgetto.