It was said, that the bad water of the isle of Sapienza 
made the people sicken, and that the vapour of some 
quintals of saffron vitiated the air of the ship; but the 
truth was, that during the several days of the hurricane, 
there were more than 80 persons under deck, who had 
not the least opening to admit the fresh air; all were 
sorrowful, and worn out with subsisting on stinted por- 
tions of cold food, and the fetid air from so many per- 
sons confined in one place. In this situation the state 
of these unfortunate beings may be easily imagined. 
Happily for me the cabin in the poop, which I occu- 
pied alone, had not the least communication with them, 
and I was thus secured from any disaster. 
When I disembarked at Limasol, several Turks and 
Greeks came in consequence of an inquiry which I 
made for a lodging. They conducted me to a pretty 
little house, of which I took possession, with my ser- 
vants. 
The Turkish governor, who is an aga, came to me 
to offer his services; he sent two boats to the ship with 
an officer to bring my effects on shore. They examin- 
ed nothing at the custom-house. I was treated with as 
much politeness, as if I had been in the most polite 
city in Europe. 
The person who transacted my affairs here, was one 
of the principal Greeks; his name is Demetrio Frani- 
ondi. He is vice-consul of England and Russia, and 
consul of Naples. He is a very rich man, speaks Ita- 
lian, and is highly respected by the Turks and Greeks. 
At Mr Franiondi's house there was living an Eng- 
lishman, Mr. Rich, who was going to Cairo to arrange 
the accounts, of the East India company. 
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