CHAPTER LIV.
They Visit The Great Central Temple Of Vivenza The throng that greeted us upon landing were exceedingly boisterous.
"Whence came ye ?" they cried.

"Whither bound?
Saw ye ever such a land as this?
Is it not a great and extensive republic?
Pray, observe how tall we are; just feel of our thighs; Are we not a glorious people?
Here, feel of our beards.

Look round; look round; be not afraid; Behold those palms; swear now, that this land surpasses all others.
Old Bello's mountains are mole-hills to ours; his rivers, rills; his empires, villages; his palm-trees, shrubs." "True," said Babbalanja.

"But great Oro must have had some hand in making your mountains and streams .-- Would ye have been as great in a desert ?" "Where is your king ?" asked Media, drawing himself up in his robe, and cocking his crown.
"Ha, ha, my fine fellow! We are all kings here; royalty breathes in the common air.

But come on, come on.