Still talking on, they got to the island of the Apedefers, for they were soon got over the ford.Pantagruel was not a little taken up with admiring the structure and habitation of the people of the place.For they live in a swingeing wine-press, fifty steps up to it. You must know there are some of all sorts,little, great, private, middle-sized, and so forth. You go through a large peristyle, alias a long entry set about with pillars, in which you see, in a kind of landscape,the ruins of almost the whole world, besides so many great robbers' gibbets, so many gallows and racks,that 'tis enough to fright you out of your seven senses.Double-fee perceiving that Pantagruel was taken up with contemplating those things, Let us go further,sir, said he to him; all this is nothing yet. Nothing,quotha, cried Friar John; by the soul of my overheated codpiece, friend Panurge and I here shake and quiver for mere hunger. I had rather be drinking than staring at these ruins. Pray come along, sir, said Doublefee. he then led us into a little wine-press that lay backwards in a blind corner, and was called Pithies in the language of the country. You need not ask whether Master John and Panurge made much of their sweet selves there; it is enough that I tell you there was no want of Bolognia sausages, turkey poots, capons,bustards, malmsey, and all other sorts of good bellytimber, very well dressed.