Note 187 — Chapter XII · THE STONE OF HERCULES.
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In the course of them I came upon a singular instance of popular memory. I was sitting with a Braber baker of Tangier, on the promontory looking towards Spain, and asking him the names of places, to see if I could identify in their recollections some of the old Iberian names: he directed my attention to a white streak on the coast opposite, and then said, “There is Belon.” The place has disappeared for 1500 years, and no Spaniard knows the name.