They Regale Themselves With Their Pipes "Ho! mortals! mortals!" cried Media.

"Go we to bury our dead?
Awake, sons of men! Cheer up, heirs of immortality! Ho, Vee-Vee! bring forth our pipes: we'll smoke off this cloud." Nothing so beguiling as the fumes of tobacco, whether inhaled through hookah, narghil, chibouque, Dutch porcelain, pure Principe, or Regalia.

And a great oversight had it been in King Media, to have omitted pipes among the appliances of this voyage that we went.
Tobacco in rouleaus we had none; cigar nor cigarret; which little the company esteemed.

Pipes were preferred; and pipes we often smoked; testify, oh! Vee-Vee, to that.

But not of the vile clay, of which mankind and Etruscan vases were made, were these jolly fine pipes of ours.