Thursday, March 13, 2014

Redolent of butter, cheese, beeves, and oxen

... I took my place on board a wretched little commercial steamer, redolent of butter, cheese, beeves, and oxen, bound for Finland. Our passengers were few, and not over select, but the charms of the scenery atoned for the discomforts of the voyage.

John Reynell Morell: The Neighbours of Russia: And History of the Present War to the Siege of Sebastopol.

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