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- 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.
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