CHAPTER II.

_Pamphagonia; or, Glutton's Paradise._

Pamphagonia is of a triangular figure, like that of ancient Egypt, or

the Greek letter delta, [Greek: delta]. It is mountainous, inclosed

with very high hills; its soil is of the richest, so that birds which

come thither to feed, if they tarry but three months, grow so very fat

and weighty, that they cannot fly back again over the mountains, but

suffer themselves to be taken up in the hand, and are as delicious as

the ortolan or the beccaficos of the Italians. And it is no wonder to

them who know that geese in Scotland are generated from leaves fallen

into the water, and believe the testimony of one of our ambassadors,

that in the north-east parts of the world lambs grow upon stalks like

cabbages and eat up the grass all around about them, to find the same

sort of provisions in this country. Besides, the fish upon that coast

are in such plenty, and so voracious (whether they conform themselves

to the genius of the place and people, or presage to themselves the

honour of so magnificent a sepulchre as was given to Nero's turbot),

that, as soon as the hook is cast in, they press to it as the ghosts

in Lucian did to Charon's boat, and cling to the iron as miners do to

a rope that is let down when the light of their candle forbodes some

malignant exhalation.

The sea-ports, with which this country abounds more than any other, are

of no other use than to receive and take in such things as are edible,

which they have for their superfluous wool and hides: nor may the

inhabitants export anything that has the least relation to the palate.

You see nothing there but fruit-trees. They hate plains, limes, and

willows, as being idle and barren, and yielding nothing useful but their

shade. There are hops, pears, plums, and apples, in the hedge-rows, as

there is in all Ivronia; from whence the Lombards, and some counties in

the west of England, have learned their improvements. In ancient times,

Frugonia, or the Land of Frugality, took in this country as one of its

provinces; and histories tell us, that, in Saturn's time, the Frugonian

princes gave laws to all this part of the world, and had their palace

there; and that their country was called Fagonia, from the simplicity of

their diet, which consisted only in beech-mast. But that yoke has been

long ago shaken off; their manners are wholly changed, and, from the

universality of their food, they have obtained, in their own country

language, the title of Pamphagones.

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