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prepare himself for the fatigue he must en- CHAP. 
counter. Our pilot, being also refreshed with 
the juice of the grape, affec ed once more to 
recognise every point of land, and desired to 
know what port we wished to enter. Being 
told that we were looking out for the harbour of 
Epidaurus, or, as it is now called, I1IAAYPO, 
he promised to take the vessel safely in. It 
was at this time broad day-light, and we 
thought we might venture under his guidance; 
accordingly, we were conducted into a small 
port nearly opposite to Anckestri. Here we 
landed, at ten o'clock A.M. and sent the 
Tchohadar to a small town, which the pilot said 
was near to the port, to order horses. We 
were surprised in finding but few ruins near 
the shore; nor was there any appearance to 
confirm what he had said of its being Pidauro : 
we saw, indeed, the remains of an old wall, 
and a marsh filled with reeds and stagnant 
water, seeming to indicate the former existence 
of a small inner harbour for boats that had fallen 
to decay. The air of this place was evidently 
unwholesome, and we were impatient to leave 
the spot. "When the Tchohadar returned with 
the horses, he began to cudgel the pilot '> 
having discovered that Pidauro was farther to 
the south-west; this port being called niAAA 
