The Delaware, so, had just left there; and speaking of her appearance to a native of the place, who supposed the writer to be an Englishman, the latter observed: "Of course, her people were all blacks." "I thought so, too, signore, until I went on board the ship," was the answer; "but they are as white as you and I are." "Si" repeated Ithuel, with emphasis, as soon as he heard his nationality thus alluded to, and found all eyes on himself--"Si, oon Americano--I'm not ashamed of my country; and if you're any way partic'lar in such matters, I come from New Hampshire--or, what we call the Granite state.
Tell 'em this, Philip-o, and let me know their idees, in answer." Filippo translated this speech as well as he could, as he did the reply; and it may as well be stated here, once for all, that in the dialogue which succeeded, the instrumentality of this interpreter was necessary that the parties might understand each other.

The reader will, therefore, give Filippo credit for this arrangement, although we shall furnish the different speeches very much as if the parties fully comprehended what was said.
"_Uno stato di granito_!" repeated the vice-governatore, looking at the podesta with some doubt in the expression of his countenance--"it must be a painful existence which these poor people endure, to toil for their food in such a region.

Ask him, good Filippo, if they have any wine in his part of the world." "Wine!" echoed Ithuel; "tell the Signore that we shouldn't call this stuff wine at all.

Nothing goes down our throats that doesn't rasp like a file, and burn like a chip of Vesuvius.

I wish, now, we had a drink of New England rum here, in order to show him the difference.