Isaiditwasunusuallyfarnorthtofindoneofhiscompatriots；
atwhichheshruggedhisshoulders，andrepliedthatamanwouldgoanywheretofindwork。WhatworkhecouldhopetofindatGradenWester，Iwastotallyunabletoconceive；andtheincidentstrucksounpleasantlyuponmymind，thatIaskedthelandlord，whilehewascountingmesomechange，whetherhehadeverbeforeseenanItalianinthevillage。HesaidhehadonceseensomeNorwegians，whohadbeenshipwreckedontheothersideofGradenNessandrescuedbythelifeboatfromCauldhaven。
“No！“saidI；“butanItalian，likethemanwhohasjusthadbreadandcheese。“
“What？“criedhe，“yonblack-avisedfellowwi’theteeth？WasheanI-talian？Weel，yon’sthefirstthateverIsaw，an’Idaresayhe’sliketobethelast。“
Evenashewasspeaking，Iraisedmyeyes，and，castingaglanceintothestreet，beheldthreemeninearnestconversationtogether，andnotthirtyyardsaway。Oneofthemwasmyrecentcompanioninthetavernparlor；theothertwo，bytheirhandsomesallowfeaturesandsofthats，shouldevidentlybelongtothesamerace。Acrowdofvillagechildrenstoodaroundthem，gesticulatingandtalkinggibberishinimitation。Thetriolookedsingularlyforeigntothebleakdirtystreetinwhichtheywerestandingandthedarkgrayheaventhatoverspreadthem；andIconfessmyincredulityreceivedatthatmomentashockfromwhichitneverrecovered。ImightreasonwithmyselfasIpleased，butIcouldnotarguedowntheeffectofwhatIhadseen，andIbegantoshareintheItalianterror。