Very few other Particulars are come to my Knowledge, except that they were clothed in Skins of Beasts, and had their Eyes painted of different Colours; that they had no Weapons, but Spears pointed with Fish-Bones, that they devour Fish raw, and that they showed great Repugnance to taste any Liquids offered to them by the Captain; and that though they were too polite absolutely to refuse his Toast, they spit the Liquor out of their Mouths again; whether from Apprehension of Intoxication or Poison, is not certain: However it looks as if they had some Notion of such _European_ Arts. What is more remarkable; the Weather being very severe at that Season, the whole Colossal Troop seemed as sensible of the Cold, and shivered like us little delicate Mortals of Six Feet high. They had a few Giantesses with them, but as the Captain did not survey them with the small End of his Spying-Glass, I do not hear that he was much struck with their Charms. This, my dear Friend, is all the Satisfaction I can give you. However I am proud to be the first who has communicated this important Discovery to _Europe_. The Speculations it has already occasioned, and will occasion, are infinite. The Wolf of the _Gevaudan_, that Terror of the _French_ Monarchy, is already forgotten. Naturalists, Politicians, Divines, and Writers of Romance, have a new Field opened to them. The Scale of Being ascends; we mount from the Pigmies of _Lapland_ to the Giants of _Patagonia_. You will ask, but I cannot answer you, Whether the Scale of the Country is in proportion to such Inhabitants? Whether their Oaks are half as lofty again as the _British_; and such is your Zeal for _England_, you will already figure a Fleet built of their Timber. How large is the Grain of their Corn? of what Size their Sheep, Cows, and Poultry? Do not go and compute by _Gulliver_’s Measures, and tell me that a populous Nation of such Dimensions would devour the Products of such a Country as Great _Tartary_ in half a Year. Giants there are; but what proportionable Food they have, except Elephants and Leviathans, is more than I can tell. They probably do not live upon Bantam-Chickens. As you are still more of a Politician than a Naturalist, you will be impatient to know if Captain _Byron_ took Possession of the Country for the Crown of _England_, and to have his Majesty’s Stile run, +George+ the Third, by the Grace of +God+, King of _Great-Britain, France, Ireland, and the Giants_! You will ask why some of their Women were not brought away to mend our Breed, which all good Patriots assert has been dwindling for some Hundreds of Years; and whether there is any Gold or Diamonds in the Country? Mr. _Whitfield_ wants to know the same Thing, and it is said intends a Visit for the Conversion of these poor blinded Savages.