our country is entirely free from. Instead of those beautiful
feathers with which we adorn our heads, they often buy up a
monstrous bush of hair, which covers their heads, and falls down in
a large fleece below the middle of their backs, with which they walk
up and down the streets, and are as proud of it as if it was of
their own growth.

"We were invited to one of their public diversions, where we hoped
to have seen the great men of their country running down a stag, or
pitching a bar, that we might have discovered who were the persons
of the greatest abilities among them; but instead of that, they
conveyed us into a huge room lighted up with abundance of candles,
where this lazy people sat still above three hours to see several
feats of ingenuity performed by others, who it seems were paid for
it.

"As for the women of the country, not being able to talk with them,
we could only make our remarks upon them at a distance. They let
the hair of their heads grow to a great length; but as the men make
a great show with heads of hair that are none of their own, the
women, who they say have very fine heads of hair, tie it up in a
knot, and cover it from being seen. The women look like angels, and
would be more beautiful than the sun, were it not for little black
spots that are apt to break out in their faces, and sometimes rise
in very odd figures. I have observed that those little blemishes
wear off very soon; but when they disappear in one part of the face,
they are very apt to break out in another, insomuch that I have seen
a spot upon the forehead in the afternoon which was upon the chin in
the morning."