Many a time I've told that to Gorgios, and Gorgios have done it, and the warts have gone away (literally, cleaned away) from their hands." {34} Here the Gipsy began to inquire very politely if smoking were offensive to me; and as I assured him that it was not, he took out his pipe.

And knowing by experience that nothing is more conducive to sociability, be it among Chippeways or Gipsies, than that smoking which is among our Indians, literally a burnt-offering, {35} I produced a small clay pipe of the time of Charles the Second, given to me by a gentleman who has the amiable taste to collect such curiosities, and give them to his friends under the express condition that they shall be smoked, and not laid away as relics of the past.

If you move in _etching_ circles, dear readers, you will at once know to whom I refer.
The quick eye of the Gipsy at once observed my pipe.
"That is a _crow-swagler_--a crow-pipe," he remarked.
"Why a crow-pipe ?" "I don't know.

Some Gipsies call 'em _mullos' swaglers_, or dead men's pipes, because those who made 'em were dead long ago.

There are places in England where you can find 'em by dozens in the fields.