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rare exceptions, the bodies are never found, as they are 

 either borne out to sea, or entombed in one of the many 

 deep caverns with which the bases of these fearful 

 precipices are perforated. 



We reached home at seven, made a hasty toilet, and 

 dined sumptuously from mountain mutton and a fine 

 John Dory, which the priest had sent us in our absence. 

 Determined to eschew temptation, we avoided engaging 

 a fresh Dutchman, which our host pressed upon us, 

 and put in a quiet evening. After smoking a cigar, 

 discussing its necessary association of schnaps and 

 water, we turned into our hammocks in such grave and 

 philosophic moderation, as might have claimed the 

 approbation of Sir Humphry, and entitled us to a place 

 of honour in any Temperance Society in Great Britain. 



