CHAPTER XXIV.
Their Adventures Upon Landing At Pimminee A long sail over, the island of Pimminee came in sight; one dead fiat, wreathed in a thin, insipid vapor.
"My lord, why land ?" said Babbalanja; "no Yillah is here." "'Tis my humor, Babbalanja." Said Yoomy, "Taji would leave no isle unexplored." As we neared the beach, the atmosphere became still closer and more languid.

Much did we miss the refreshing balm which breathed in the fine breezy air of the open lagoon.

Of a slender and sickly growth seemed the trees; in the meadows, the grass grew small and mincing.
Said Media, "Taji, from the accounts which Braid-Beard gives, there must be much to amuse, in the ways of these Tapparians." "Yes," said Babbalanja, "their lives are a continual farce, gratuitously performed for the diversion of Mardi.

My lord, perhaps we had best doff our dignity, and land among them as persons of lowly condition; for then, we shall receive more diversion, though less hospitality." "A good proposition," said Media.
And so saying, he put off his robe for one less pretentious.
All followed suit; Yoomy doffing turban and sash; and, at last, completely metamorphosed, we looked like Hungarian gipsies.
Voyaging on, we entered a bay, where numbers of menials were standing in the water, engaged in washing the carved work of certain fantastic canoes, belonging to the Tapparians, their masters.
Landing at some distance, we followed a path that soon conducted us to a betwisted dwelling of bamboos, where, gently, we knocked for admittance.

So doing, we were accosted by a servitor, his portliness all in his calves.