CHAPTER XXX

OF CANNIBALS

When King Pyrrhus invaded Italy, having viewed and considered the order

of the army the Romans sent out to meet him; “I know not,” said he,

“what kind of barbarians” (for so the Greeks called all other nations)

“these may be; but the disposition of this army that I see has nothing of

barbarism in it.”--[Plutarch, Life of Pyrrhus, c. 8.]--As much said the

Greeks of that which Flaminius brought into their country; and Philip,

beholding from an eminence the order and distribution of the Roman camp

formed in his kingdom by Publius Sulpicius Galba, spake to the same

effect. By which it appears how cautious men ought to be of taking

things upon trust from vulgar opinion, and that we are to judge by the

eye of reason, and not from common report.

I long had a man in my house that lived ten or twelve years in the New

World, discovered in these latter days, and in that part of it where

Villegaignon landed,--[At Brazil, in 1557.]--which he called Antarctic

France. This discovery of so vast a country seems to be of very great

consideration. I cannot be sure, that hereafter there may not be

another, so many wiser men than we having been deceived in this. I am

afraid our eyes are bigger than our bellies, and that we have more

curiosity than capacity; for we grasp at all, but catch nothing but wind.

Plato brings in Solon,--[In Timaeus.]--telling a story that he had

heard from the priests of Sais in Egypt, that of old, and before the

Deluge, there was a great island called Atlantis, situate directly at the

mouth of the straits of Gibraltar, which contained more countries than

both Africa and Asia put together; and that the kings of that country,

who not only possessed that Isle, but extended their dominion so far into

the continent that they had a country of Africa as far as Egypt, and

extending in Europe to Tuscany, attempted to encroach even upon Asia, and

to subjugate all the nations that border upon the Mediterranean Sea, as

far as the Black Sea; and to that effect overran all Spain, the Gauls,

and Italy, so far as to penetrate into Greece, where the Athenians

stopped them: but that some time after, both the Athenians, and they and

their island, were swallowed by the Flood.

It is very likely that this extreme irruption and inundation of water

made wonderful changes and alterations in the habitations of the earth,

as ‘tis said that the sea then divided Sicily from Italy--

“Haec loca, vi quondam et vasta convulsa ruina,

Dissiluisse ferunt, quum protenus utraque tellus

Una foret”

[“These lands, they say, formerly with violence and vast desolation

convulsed, burst asunder, where erewhile were.”--AEneid, iii. 414.]

Cyprus from Syria, the isle of Negropont from the continent of Beeotia,

and elsewhere united lands that were separate before, by filling up the

channel betwixt them with sand and mud:

“Sterilisque diu palus, aptaque remis,

Vicinas urbes alit, et grave sentit aratrum.”

[“That which was once a sterile marsh, and bore vessels on its

bosom, now feeds neighbouring cities, and admits the plough.”

--Horace, De Arte Poetica, v. 65.]

But there is no great appearance that this isle was this New World so

lately discovered: for that almost touched upon Spain, and it were an

incredible effect of an inundation, to have tumbled back so prodigious a

mass, above twelve hundred leagues: besides that our modern navigators

have already almost discovered it to be no island, but terra firma, and

continent with the East Indies on the one side, and with the lands under

the two poles on the other side; or, if it be separate from them, it is

by so narrow a strait and channel, that it none the more deserves the

name of an island for that.

It should seem, that in this great body, there are two sorts of motions,

the one natural and the other febrific, as there are in ours. When I

consider the impression that our river of Dordogne has made in my time on

the right bank of its descent, and that in twenty years it has gained so

much, and undermined the foundations of so many houses, I perceive it to

be an extraordinary agitation: for had it always followed this course,

or were hereafter to do it, the aspect of the world would be totally

changed. But rivers alter their course, sometimes beating against the

one side, and sometimes the other, and some times quietly keeping the

channel. I do not speak of sudden inundations, the causes of which

everybody understands. In Medoc, by the seashore, the Sieur d’Arsac, my

brother, sees an estate he had there, buried under the sands which the

sea vomits before it: where the tops of some houses are yet to be seen,

and where his rents and domains are converted into pitiful barren

pasturage. The inhabitants of this place affirm, that of late years the

sea has driven so vehemently upon them, that they have lost above four

leagues of land. These sands are her harbingers: and we now see great

heaps of moving sand, that march half a league before her, and occupy the

land.

The other testimony from antiquity, to which some would apply this

discovery of the New World, is in Aristotle; at least, if that little

book of Unheard of Miracles be his--[one of the spurious publications

brought out under his name--D.W.]. He there tells us, that certain

Carthaginians, having crossed the Atlantic Sea without the Straits of

Gibraltar, and sailed a very long time, discovered at last a great and

fruitful island, all covered over with wood, and watered with several

broad and deep rivers, far remote from all terra firma; and that they,

and others after them, allured by the goodness and fertility of the soil,

went thither with their wives and children, and began to plant a colony.

But the senate of Carthage perceiving their people by little and little

to diminish, issued out an express prohibition, that none, upon pain of

death, should transport themselves thither; and also drove out these new

inhabitants; fearing, ‘tis said, lest’ in process of time they should so

multiply as to supplant themselves and ruin their state. But this

relation of Aristotle no more agrees with our new-found lands than the

other.

This man that I had was a plain ignorant fellow, and therefore the more

likely to tell truth: for your better-bred sort of men are much more

curious in their observation, ‘tis true, and discover a great deal more;

but then they gloss upon it, and to give the greater weight to what they

deliver, and allure your belief, they cannot forbear a little to alter

the story; they never represent things to you simply as they are, but

rather as they appeared to them, or as they would have them appear to

you, and to gain the reputation of men of judgment, and the better to

induce your faith, are willing to help out the business with something

more than is really true, of their own invention. Now in this case, we

should either have a man of irreproachable veracity, or so simple that he

has not wherewithal to contrive, and to give a colour of truth to false

relations, and who can have no ends in forging an untruth. Such a one

was mine; and besides, he has at divers times brought to me several

seamen and merchants who at the same time went the same voyage. I shall

therefore content myself with his information, without inquiring what the

cosmographers say to the business. We should have topographers to trace

out to us the particular places where they have been; but for having had

this advantage over us, to have seen the Holy Land, they would have the

privilege, forsooth, to tell us stories of all the other parts of the

world beside. I would have every one write what he knows, and as much as

he knows, but no more; and that not in this only but in all other

subjects; for such a person may have some particular knowledge and

experience of the nature of such a river, or such a fountain, who, as to

other things, knows no more than what everybody does, and yet to give a

currency to his little pittance of learning, will undertake to write the

whole body of physics: a vice from which great inconveniences derive

their original.

Now, to return to my subject, I find that there is nothing barbarous and

savage in this nation, by anything that I can gather, excepting, that

every one gives the title of barbarism to everything that is not in use

in his own country. As, indeed, we have no other level of truth and

reason than the example and idea of the opinions and customs of the place

wherein we live: there is always the perfect religion, there the perfect

government, there the most exact and accomplished usage of all things.

They are savages at the same rate that we say fruits are wild, which

nature produces of herself and by her own ordinary progress; whereas, in

truth, we ought rather to call those wild whose natures we have changed

by our artifice and diverted from the common order. In those, the

genuine, most useful, and natural virtues and properties are vigorous and

sprightly, which we have helped to degenerate in these, by accommodating

them to the pleasure of our own corrupted palate. And yet for all this,

our taste confesses a flavour and delicacy excellent even to emulation of

the best of ours, in several fruits wherein those countries abound

without art or culture. Neither is it reasonable that art should gain

the pre-eminence of our great and powerful mother nature. We have so

surcharged her with the additional ornaments and graces we have added to

the beauty and riches of her own works by our inventions, that we have

almost smothered her; yet in other places, where she shines in her own

purity and proper lustre, she marvellously baffles and disgraces all our

vain and frivolous attempts:

“Et veniunt hederae sponte sua melius;

Surgit et in solis formosior arbutus antris;

Et volucres nulls dulcius arte canunt.”

[“The ivy grows best spontaneously, the arbutus best in shady caves;

and the wild notes of birds are sweeter than art can teach.

--“Propertius, i. 2, 10.]

Our utmost endeavours cannot arrive at so much as to imitate the nest of

the least of birds, its contexture, beauty, and convenience: not so much

as the web of a poor spider.

All things, says Plato,--[Laws, 10.]--are produced either by nature, by

fortune, or by art; the greatest and most beautiful by the one or the

other of the former, the least and the most imperfect by the last.

These nations then seem to me to be so far barbarous, as having received

but very little form and fashion from art and human invention, and

consequently to be not much remote from their original simplicity. The

laws of nature, however, govern them still, not as yet much vitiated with

any mixture of ours: but ‘tis in such purity, that I am sometimes

troubled we were not sooner acquainted with these people, and that they

were not discovered in those better times, when there were men much more

able to judge of them than we are. I am sorry that Lycurgus and Plato

had no knowledge of them; for to my apprehension, what we now see in

those nations, does not only surpass all the pictures with which the

poets have adorned the golden age, and all their inventions in feigning a

happy state of man, but, moreover, the fancy and even the wish and desire

of philosophy itself; so native and so pure a simplicity, as we by

experience see to be in them, could never enter into their imagination,

nor could they ever believe that human society could have been maintained

with so little artifice and human patchwork. I should tell Plato that it

is a nation wherein there is no manner of traffic, no knowledge of

letters, no science of numbers, no name of magistrate or political

superiority; no use of service, riches or poverty, no contracts, no

successions, no dividends, no properties, no employments, but those of

leisure, no respect of kindred, but common, no clothing, no agriculture,

no metal, no use of corn or wine; the very words that signify lying,

treachery, dissimulation, avarice, envy, detraction, pardon, never heard

of.

--[This is the famous passage which Shakespeare, through Florio’s

version, 1603, or ed. 1613, p. 102, has employed in the “Tempest,”

ii. 1.]

How much would he find his imaginary Republic short of his perfection?

“Viri a diis recentes.”

[“Men fresh from the gods.”--Seneca, Ep., 90.]

“Hos natura modos primum dedit.”

[“These were the manners first taught by nature.”

--Virgil, Georgics, ii. 20.]

As to the rest, they live in a country very pleasant and temperate, so

that, as my witnesses inform me, ‘tis rare to hear of a sick person, and

they moreover assure me, that they never saw any of the natives, either

paralytic, bleareyed, toothless, or crooked with age. The situation of

their country is along the sea-shore, enclosed on the other side towards

the land, with great and high mountains, having about a hundred leagues

in breadth between. They have great store of fish and flesh, that have

no resemblance to those of ours: which they eat without any other

cookery, than plain boiling, roasting, and broiling. The first that rode

a horse thither, though in several other voyages he had contracted an

acquaintance and familiarity with them, put them into so terrible a

fright, with his centaur appearance, that they killed him with their

arrows before they could come to discover who he was. Their buildings

are very long, and of capacity to hold two or three hundred people, made

of the barks of tall trees, reared with one end upon the ground, and

leaning to and supporting one another at the top, like some of our barns,

of which the covering hangs down to the very ground, and serves for the

side walls. They have wood so hard, that they cut with it, and make their

swords of it, and their grills of it to broil their meat. Their beds are

of cotton, hung swinging from the roof, like our seamen’s hammocks, every

man his own, for the wives lie apart from their husbands. They rise with

the sun, and so soon as they are up, eat for all day, for they have no

more meals but that; they do not then drink, as Suidas reports of some

other people of the East that never drank at their meals; but drink very

often all day after, and sometimes to a rousing pitch. Their drink is

made of a certain root, and is of the colour of our claret, and they

never drink it but lukewarm. It will not keep above two or three days;

it has a somewhat sharp, brisk taste, is nothing heady, but very

comfortable to the stomach; laxative to strangers, but a very pleasant

beverage to such as are accustomed to it. They make use, instead of

bread, of a certain white compound, like coriander seeds; I have tasted

of it; the taste is sweet and a little flat. The whole day is spent in

dancing. Their young men go a-hunting after wild beasts with bows and

arrows; one part of their women are employed in preparing their drink the

while, which is their chief employment. One of their old men, in the

morning before they fall to eating, preaches to the whole family, walking

from the one end of the house to the other, and several times repeating

the same sentence, till he has finished the round, for their houses are

at least a hundred yards long. Valour towards their enemies and love

towards their wives, are the two heads of his discourse, never failing in

the close, to put them in mind, that ‘tis their wives who provide them

their drink warm and well seasoned. The fashion of their beds, ropes,

swords, and of the wooden bracelets they tie about their wrists, when

they go to fight, and of the great canes, bored hollow at one end, by the

sound of which they keep the cadence of their dances, are to be seen in

several places, and amongst others, at my house. They shave all over,

and much more neatly than we, without other razor than one of wood or

stone. They believe in the immortality of the soul, and that those who

have merited well of the gods are lodged in that part of heaven where the

sun rises, and the accursed in the west.

They have I know not what kind of priests and prophets, who very rarely

present themselves to the people, having their abode in the mountains.

At their arrival, there is a great feast, and solemn assembly of many

villages: each house, as I have described, makes a village, and they are

about a French league distant from one another. This prophet declaims to

them in public, exhorting them to virtue and their duty: but all their

ethics are comprised in these two articles, resolution in war, and

affection to their wives. He also prophesies to them events to come, and

the issues they are to expect from their enterprises, and prompts them to

or diverts them from war: but let him look to’t; for if he fail in his

divination, and anything happen otherwise than he has foretold, he is cut

into a thousand pieces, if he be caught, and condemned for a false

prophet: for that reason, if any of them has been mistaken, he is no more

heard of.

Divination is a gift of God, and therefore to abuse it, ought to be a

punishable imposture. Amongst the Scythians, where their diviners failed

in the promised effect, they were laid, bound hand and foot, upon carts

loaded with firs and bavins, and drawn by oxen, on which they were burned

to death.--[Herodotus, iv. 69.]--Such as only meddle with things

subject to the conduct of human capacity, are excusable in doing the best

they can: but those other fellows that come to delude us with assurances

of an extraordinary faculty, beyond our understanding, ought they not to

be punished, when they do not make good the effect of their promise, and

for the temerity of their imposture?

They have continual war with the nations that live further within the

mainland, beyond their mountains, to which they go naked, and without

other arms than their bows and wooden swords, fashioned at one end like

the head of our javelins. The obstinacy of their battles is wonderful,

and they never end without great effusion of blood: for as to running

away, they know not what it is. Every one for a trophy brings home the

head of an enemy he has killed, which he fixes over the door of his

house. After having a long time treated their prisoners very well, and

given them all the regales they can think of, he to whom the prisoner

belongs, invites a great assembly of his friends. They being come, he

ties a rope to one of the arms of the prisoner, of which, at a distance,

out of his reach, he holds the one end himself, and gives to the friend

he loves best the other arm to hold after the same manner; which being.

done, they two, in the presence of all the assembly, despatch him with

their swords. After that, they roast him, eat him amongst them, and send

some chops to their absent friends. They do not do this, as some think,

for nourishment, as the Scythians anciently did, but as a representation

of an extreme revenge; as will appear by this: that having observed the

Portuguese, who were in league with their enemies, to inflict another

sort of death upon any of them they took prisoners, which was to set them

up to the girdle in the earth, to shoot at the remaining part till it was

stuck full of arrows, and then to hang them, they thought those people of

the other world (as being men who had sown the knowledge of a great many

vices amongst their neighbours, and who were much greater masters in all

sorts of mischief than they) did not exercise this sort of revenge

without a meaning, and that it must needs be more painful than theirs,

they began to leave their old way, and to follow this. I am not sorry

that we should here take notice of the barbarous horror of so cruel an

action, but that, seeing so clearly into their faults, we should be so

blind to our own. I conceive there is more barbarity in eating a man

alive, than when he is dead; in tearing a body limb from limb by racks

and torments, that is yet in perfect sense; in roasting it by degrees; in

causing it to be bitten and worried by dogs and swine (as we have not

only read, but lately seen, not amongst inveterate and mortal enemies,

but among neighbours and fellow-citizens, and, which is worse, under

colour of piety and religion), than to roast and eat him after he is

dead.

Chrysippus and Zeno, the two heads of the Stoic sect, were of opinion

that there was no hurt in making use of our dead carcasses, in what way

soever for our necessity, and in feeding upon them too;--[Diogenes

Laertius, vii. 188.]--as our own ancestors, who being besieged by

Caesar in the city Alexia, resolved to sustain the famine of the siege

with the bodies of their old men, women, and other persons who were

incapable of bearing arms.

“Vascones, ut fama est, alimentis talibus usi

Produxere animas.”

[“‘Tis said the Gascons with such meats appeased their hunger.”

--Juvenal, Sat., xv. 93.]

And the physicians make no bones of employing it to all sorts of use,

either to apply it outwardly; or to give it inwardly for the health of

the patient. But there never was any opinion so irregular, as to excuse

treachery, disloyalty, tyranny, and cruelty, which are our familiar

vices. We may then call these people barbarous, in respect to the rules

of reason: but not in respect to ourselves, who in all sorts of barbarity

exceed them. Their wars are throughout noble and generous, and carry as

much excuse and fair pretence, as that human malady is capable of; having

with them no other foundation than the sole jealousy of valour. Their

disputes are not for the conquest of new lands, for these they already

possess are so fruitful by nature, as to supply them without labour or

concern, with all things necessary, in such abundance that they have no

need to enlarge their borders. And they are, moreover, happy in this,

that they only covet so much as their natural necessities require: all

beyond that is superfluous to them: men of the same age call one another

generally brothers, those who are younger, children; and the old men are

fathers to all. These leave to their heirs in common the full possession

of goods, without any manner of division, or other title than what nature

bestows upon her creatures, in bringing them into the world. If their

neighbours pass over the mountains to assault them, and obtain a victory,

all the victors gain by it is glory only, and the advantage of having

proved themselves the better in valour and virtue: for they never meddle

with the goods of the conquered, but presently return into their own

country, where they have no want of anything necessary, nor of this

greatest of all goods, to know happily how to enjoy their condition and

to be content. And those in turn do the same; they demand of their

prisoners no other ransom, than acknowledgment that they are overcome:

but there is not one found in an age, who will not rather choose to die

than make such a confession, or either by word or look recede from the

entire grandeur of an invincible courage. There is not a man amongst

them who had not rather be killed and eaten, than so much as to open his

mouth to entreat he may not. They use them with all liberality and

freedom, to the end their lives may be so much the dearer to them; but

frequently entertain them with menaces of their approaching death, of the

torments they are to suffer, of the preparations making in order to it,

of the mangling their limbs, and of the feast that is to be made, where

their carcass is to be the only dish. All which they do, to no other

end, but only to extort some gentle or submissive word from them, or to

frighten them so as to make them run away, to obtain this advantage that

they were terrified, and that their constancy was shaken; and indeed, if

rightly taken, it is in this point only that a true victory consists:

“Victoria nulla est,

Quam quae confessor animo quoque subjugat hostes.”

[“No victory is complete, which the conquered do not admit to be

so.--“Claudius, De Sexto Consulatu Honorii, v. 248.]

The Hungarians, a very warlike people, never pretend further than to

reduce the enemy to their discretion; for having forced this confession

from them, they let them go without injury or ransom, excepting, at the

most, to make them engage their word never to bear arms against them

again. We have sufficient advantages over our enemies that are borrowed

and not truly our own; it is the quality of a porter, and no effect of

virtue, to have stronger arms and legs; it is a dead and corporeal

quality to set in array; ‘tis a turn of fortune to make our enemy

stumble, or to dazzle him with the light of the sun; ‘tis a trick of

science and art, and that may happen in a mean base fellow, to be a good

fencer. The estimate and value of a man consist in the heart and in the

will: there his true honour lies. Valour is stability, not of legs and

arms, but of the courage and the soul; it does not lie in the goodness of

our horse or our arms but in our own. He that falls obstinate in his

courage--

“Si succiderit, de genu pugnat”

[“If his legs fail him, he fights on his knees.”

--Seneca, De Providentia, c. 2.]

--he who, for any danger of imminent death, abates nothing of his

assurance; who, dying, yet darts at his enemy a fierce and disdainful

look, is overcome not by us, but by fortune; he is killed, not conquered;

the most valiant are sometimes the most unfortunate. There are defeats

more triumphant than victories. Never could those four sister victories,

the fairest the sun ever be held, of Salamis, Plataea, Mycale, and

Sicily, venture to oppose all their united glories, to the single glory

of the discomfiture of King Leonidas and his men, at the pass of

Thermopylae. Who ever ran with a more glorious desire and greater

ambition, to the winning, than Captain Iscolas to the certain loss of a

battle?--[Diodorus Siculus, xv. 64.]--Who could have found out a more

subtle invention to secure his safety, than he did to assure his

destruction? He was set to defend a certain pass of Peloponnesus against

the Arcadians, which, considering the nature of the place and the

inequality of forces, finding it utterly impossible for him to do, and

seeing that all who were presented to the enemy, must certainly be left

upon the place; and on the other side, reputing it unworthy of his own

virtue and magnanimity and of the Lacedaemonian name to fail in any part

of his duty, he chose a mean betwixt these two extremes after this

manner; the youngest and most active of his men, he preserved for the

service and defence of their country, and sent them back; and with the

rest, whose loss would be of less consideration, he resolved to make good

the pass, and with the death of them, to make the enemy buy their entry

as dear as possibly he could; as it fell out, for being presently

environed on all sides by the Arcadians, after having made a great

slaughter of the enemy, he and his were all cut in pieces. Is there any

trophy dedicated to the conquerors which was not much more due to these

who were overcome? The part that true conquering is to play, lies in the

encounter, not in the coming off; and the honour of valour consists in

fighting, not in subduing.

But to return to my story: these prisoners are so far from discovering

the least weakness, for all the terrors that can be represented to them,

that, on the contrary, during the two or three months they are kept, they

always appear with a cheerful countenance; importune their masters to

make haste to bring them to the test, defy, rail at them, and reproach

them with cowardice, and the number of battles they have lost against

those of their country. I have a song made by one of these prisoners,

wherein he bids them “come all, and dine upon him, and welcome, for they

shall withal eat their own fathers and grandfathers, whose flesh has

served to feed and nourish him. These muscles,” says he, “this flesh and

these veins, are your own: poor silly souls as you are, you little think

that the substance of your ancestors’ limbs is here yet; notice what you

eat, and you will find in it the taste of your own flesh:” in which song

there is to be observed an invention that nothing relishes of the

barbarian. Those that paint these people dying after this manner,

represent the prisoner spitting in the faces of his executioners and

making wry mouths at them. And ‘tis most certain, that to the very last

gasp, they never cease to brave and defy them both in word and gesture.

In plain truth, these men are very savage in comparison of us; of

necessity, they must either be absolutely so or else we are savages; for

there is a vast difference betwixt their manners and ours.

The men there have several wives, and so much the greater number, by how

much they have the greater reputation for valour. And it is one very

remarkable feature in their marriages, that the same jealousy our wives

have to hinder and divert us from the friendship and familiarity of other

women, those employ to promote their husbands’ desires, and to procure

them many spouses; for being above all things solicitous of their

husbands’ honour, ‘tis their chiefest care to seek out, and to bring in

the most companions they can, forasmuch as it is a testimony of the

husband’s virtue. Most of our ladies will cry out, that ‘tis monstrous;

whereas in truth it is not so, but a truly matrimonial virtue, and of the

highest form. In the Bible, Sarah, with Leah and Rachel, the two wives

of Jacob, gave the most beautiful of their handmaids to their husbands;

Livia preferred the passions of Augustus to her own interest;

--[Suetonius, Life of Augustus, c. 71.]--and the wife of King Deiotarus,

Stratonice, did not only give up a fair young maid that served her to her

husband’s embraces, but moreover carefully brought up the children he had

by her, and assisted them in the succession to their father’s crown.

And that it may not be supposed, that all this is done by a simple and

servile obligation to their common practice, or by any authoritative

impression of their ancient custom, without judgment or reasoning, and

from having a soul so stupid that it cannot contrive what else to do, I

must here give you some touches of their sufficiency in point of

understanding. Besides what I repeated to you before, which was one of

their songs of war, I have another, a love-song, that begins thus:

“Stay, adder, stay, that by thy pattern my sister may draw the

fashion and work of a rich ribbon, that I may present to my beloved,

by which means thy beauty and the excellent order of thy scales

shall for ever be preferred before all other serpents.”

Wherein the first couplet, “Stay, adder,” &c., makes the burden of the

song. Now I have conversed enough with poetry to judge thus much that

not only there is nothing barbarous in this invention, but, moreover,

that it is perfectly Anacreontic. To which it may be added, that their

language is soft, of a pleasing accent, and something bordering upon the

Greek termination.

Three of these people, not foreseeing how dear their knowledge of the

corruptions of this part of the world will one day cost their happiness

and repose, and that the effect of this commerce will be their ruin, as I

presuppose it is in a very fair way (miserable men to suffer themselves

to be deluded with desire of novelty and to have left the serenity of

their own heaven to come so far to gaze at ours!), were at Rouen at the

time that the late King Charles IX. was there. The king himself talked

to them a good while, and they were made to see our fashions, our pomp,

and the form of a great city. After which, some one asked their opinion,

and would know of them, what of all the things they had seen, they found

most to be admired? To which they made answer, three things, of which I

have forgotten the third, and am troubled at it, but two I yet remember.

They said, that in the first place they thought it very strange that so

many tall men, wearing beards, strong, and well armed, who were about the

king (‘tis like they meant the Swiss of the guard), should submit to obey

a child, and that they did not rather choose out one amongst themselves

to command. Secondly (they have a way of speaking in their language to

call men the half of one another), that they had observed that there were

amongst us men full and crammed with all manner of commodities, whilst,

in the meantime, their halves were begging at their doors, lean and

half-starved with hunger and poverty; and they thought it strange that

these necessitous halves were able to suffer so great an inequality and

injustice, and that they did not take the others by the throats, or set

fire to their houses.

I talked to one of them a great while together, but I had so ill an

interpreter, and one who was so perplexed by his own ignorance to

apprehend my meaning, that I could get nothing out of him of any moment:

Asking him what advantage he reaped from the superiority he had amongst

his own people (for he was a captain, and our mariners called him king),

he told me, to march at the head of them to war. Demanding of him

further how many men he had to follow him, he showed me a space of

ground, to signify as many as could march in such a compass, which might

be four or five thousand men; and putting the question to him whether or

no his authority expired with the war, he told me this remained: that

when he went to visit the villages of his dependence, they planed him

paths through the thick of their woods, by which he might pass at his

ease. All this does not sound very ill, and the last was not at all

amiss, for they wear no breeches.

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