what Purpose, is it, _said he_, to make Peace here, if they continue the War thus? _I told him_, I would acquaint my Master, and that I did not doubt, but he would redress it; and, thus by good Fortune, about the End of _August_, I entered upon my desired Journey, carrying with me a Truce of eight Years, the Fruits of my eight Years Abroad there, which may be continued for a longer Time, unless some considerable Change happens. When we came to _Sophia_, where the Way parts, one to _Rhagusa_, the other to _Belgrade, Leyva_ and _Requesne_ desired me to part Company, and go to _Rhagusa_, that so they might more easily pass to _Venice_ and _Italy_, and procure those Gifts which they promised to lend to the _Bashaws_, and repay the Money they had borrowed at _Constantinople_; and that they would send Letters of Thanks by me to _Cæsar_, to give him due Acknowledgments for their Release: Which Service they would willingly have performed in Person, if their other Occasions had not hindered. I easily consented to their Requests, and was the better pleased, because _Requesne_, being a very old Man, died before he came to _Rhagusa_: If I had denied their Request, it might have been thought my Refusal had contributed to his Disease. _De Sande_ and my self passed the rest of our Journey without any great Inconvenience; for the Truth is, he is a very facetious Man, and, if he is troubled with Grief, he knows how to cover it, and to pretend Mirth outwardly. In our way, many diverting Things offered themselves; sometimes we would alight, and try which of us could run fastest; I, being lean, could easily out-run him, who was fat and pursy, and just come out of Prison. When we came near to a Village, _Ebrahim_ would ride up to us (for he with his _Turks_ followed gravely on Horseback) and beseeched us, by all that was dear to us, not to be seen on foot by the Villagers, for it would be accounted a Disgrace to us among the _Turks_. His Advice made us sometimes get into our Chariot again, but the Pleasure of walking afoot still got the better. One of _de Sande_’s many facetious Sayings, I must give you. When we came from _Constantinople_, the Weather was very hot, and it continued so sultry all the Way, that it palled my Appetite, and a very little Food served my Turn; but _de Sande_, being a robust healthy Person, eat like a Horse, and would ever now and then tell me, that I must follow his Example and eat like a Man of Mettle. Yet, all his Advice was to no Purpose, till about the Beginning of _October_, I drew near to the Borders of _Austria_; and there, partly from the Country, and partly from the Season of the Year, I began to be more healthy, and to take a larger proportion of Food.