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set. Here we took up our abode in what to us 

 was now a novelty — a Greek wine shop, by no 

 means so comfortable as the dwellings we had 

 lately been accustomed to. We missed the 

 earthen fireplace, and the blazing fire which 

 used to cheer our evenings, be the habitation 

 ever so small, on our return from our daily 

 excursions. 



March 26th. — The village of Phineka consists 

 of three or four stone built houses, surround- 

 ed by about a dozen black tents of Turko- 

 man wood-cutters. One of the former is occu- 

 pied by the custom-house officer, and another by 

 a Greek, of the name of Konstantee, who has 

 the reputation of being wealthy in both land 

 and cattle, and commands the principal trade of 

 the district. The coffee-house we are living in 

 belongs to him, and has a bakery attached ; they 

 are both rented by our host, a native of Al- 

 malee, who unites in himself the duties of caffa- 

 gee and baker. He is middle-aged and ugly, 

 with a most sinister and knavish expression, 

 which does not bely his character. His scowling 

 looks had not, however, prevented his marrying 

 a young and very pretty wife, who kindly set 

 about repairing our wardrobe, and won our bless- 



