"Stay till you have been on shore and seen the inside as well as the outside of things," observed Cousin Silas, who had overheard us.  We thought he was in what we used to call one of his grumpy humours, and did not heed him.  We sailed on, and dropped our anchor opposite to the city of Funchal.  A health-boat came off, but as no one was sick on board, the people in her did not trouble us much.  When she went away, we were surrounded with other boats pulled by swarthy, muscular, little men with gay caps and sashes, and white shirt sleeves, who bawled, and hallooed, and jabbered, in the vain hope of making us comprehend what they said.  We shouted and hallooed in return, as if each party were deaf; and it was not till after a considerable expenditure of breath, that we discovered that we did not understand a word of each other's language; so at last we took to making signs, by which means we got on much better.  There was no great difficulty in this, as they had an abundance of fruit to sell, which we were equally anxious to buy.