“What long names?”
“Such as the name of that island. I couldn’t recollect such a word ten minutes.”
“Nor I either. I know them by instinct.”
“What did you say the name of the island is?”
“Gastringumboggin.”
“That isn’t what you said before.”
“I’ve forgotten what I did say it was. You musn’t ask me twice about a name, for I say I can’t remember,” laughed Scott.
“You are selling me.”
“Of course I am; and you go off cheaper than any fellow I ever saw before. I haven’t the least idea what the land is, except that it must be an island not less than a hundred and fifty miles from Prussia.”
“That’s Bornholm,” said Walker, a seamen, who had heard the name from the officers. “It’s an island twenty-six miles long and fifteen wide, belongs to Denmark, and has thirty-two thousand inhabitants, and a lot of round churches on it. That’s what the fellows on the quarter-deck say.”