It terminated in a lofty natural arch of solid trap.

Billows beat against its base.

But above, waved an inviting copse, wherein was revealed an open temple of canes, containing one only image, that of a helmeted female, the tutelar deity of Vivenza.
The canoes drew near.
"Lo! what inscription is that ?" cried Media, "there, chiseled over the arch ?" Studying those immense hieroglyphics awhile, antiquarian Mohi still eyeing them, said slowly:--"In-this-re-publi-can-land-all-men-are- born-free-and-equal." "False!" said Media.
"And how long stay they so ?" said Babbalanja.
"But look lower, old man," cried Media, "methinks there's a small hieroglyphic or two hidden away in yonder angle .-- Interpret them, old man." After much screwing of his eyes, for those characters were very minute, Champollion Mohi thus spoke--" Except-the-tribe-of-Hamo." "That nullifies the other," cried Media.

"Ah, ye republicans!" "It seems to have been added for a postscript," rejoined Braid-Beard, screwing his eyes again.
"Perhaps so," said Babbalanja, "but some wag must have done it." Shooting through the arch, we rapidly gained the beach..