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YOU NO bobre! 
luid cost me at the rate of six dollars the half-dozen in Ifew 
York, and oftered it to him ; but he shook his head and 
put them back in the chest, muttering, “ Branda ! branda !” 
“This cost one dollar,” I said, as I opened tJio hand- 
kerchief and showed him that it was not worn. 
Imagine my surprise — almost anger — when he turned 
sharply around and said, “You lie! not cost dollar, — only 
shillin’. You no dobre,” (you are not a good man.) I 
immediately arrived at the conclusion that he was a 
worthless fellow, unworthy of further association, and so 
rearranged my pack and continued my stroll through the 
village. 
We fell in here, as at Ola, with several very pretty girls. 
The men, and most of the women, as a general rule, were 
tanned ; but these girls were of a comparatively fair com- 
plexion and possessed of as rosy cheeks as one would 
wish to see. They were the most refreshing sight that we 
fell in with along those dreary shores, and, what is more, 
they stood as high as possible in the estimation of the 
whalers for their modesty and general correctness of 
behaviour. These people all wore little crosses around 
their necks, and gave us to understand that they were 
\dsited once a year by their priest, who, upon these occa^ 
sions, generally remain a month, to baptize the children 
and teach them how to be good. They, as well as all the 
natives whom we fell in with in that sea, hold the faith 
of the Greek Church, 
At length the hour of departure arrived, and we took 
leave of them by shaking hands all around before getting 
into the boats. The fellow who had expressed such 
decided doubts as to my veracity, however, I treated with 
