ABSTRACT
In almost all the houses at which the authors stopped there was a loom, and usually the eldest daughter was weaving her dowry. They were woven with heavy thread, spun usually by the mother, and sent when finished to the water-mill to be thrown into a pool under a cataract where the action of the water produced the fluffy effect. In these villages, some of them on high plateaux, others on cliffs overhanging the sea, he had opportunities to see weaving at all its stages. He have even seen one woman walking along with a magnificent swing, through the olive grove, carrying on her head a cradle with her baby in it, and spinning. But another problem was evoked by the sight of these busy women, occupied with any one of the various processes connected with weaving; and this became more insistent as he became more familiar with this craft myself.
