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carriages together in the centre of the camp, which, to prevent the

      noise of the wheels being heard, I carried in pairs under my arms; and a

      noble appearance they made, as high at least as the rock of Gibraltar.

      I then lighted a match by striking a flint stone, situated twenty feet

      from the ground (in an old wall built by the Moors when they invaded

      Spain), with the breech of an iron eight-and-forty pounder, and so set

      fire to the whole pile. I forgot to inform you that I threw all their

      ammunition-waggons upon the top.

      Before I applied the lighted match I had laid the combustibles at the

      bottom so judiciously, that the whole was in a blaze in a moment. To

      prevent suspicion I was one of the first to express my surprise. The

      whole camp was, as you may imagine, petrified with astonishment: the

      general conclusion was, that their sentinels had been bribed, and that

      seven or eight regiments of the garrison had been employed in this

      horrid destruction of their artillery. Mr. Drinkwater, in his account of

      this famous siege, mentions the enemy sustaining a great loss by a fire

      which happened in their camp, but never knew the cause; how should he?

      as I never divulged it before (though I alone saved Gibraltar by this

      night’s business), not even to General Elliot. The Count d’Artois and

      all his attendants ran away in their fright, and never stopped on the

      road till they reached Paris, which they did in about a fortnight;

      this dreadful conflagration had such an effect upon them that they were

      incapable of taking the least refreshment for three months after, but,

      chameleon-like, lived upon the air.

      _If any gentleman will say he doubts the truth of this story, I will

      fine him a gallon of brandy and make him drink it at one draught._

      About two months after I had done the besieged this service, one

      morning, as I sat at breakfast with General Elliot, a shell (for I had

      not time to destroy their mortars as well as their cannon) entered the

      apartment we were sitting in; it lodged upon our table: the General, as

      most men would do, quitted the room directly; but I took it up before

      it burst, and carried it to the top of the rock, when, looking over

      the enemy’s camp, on an eminence near the sea-coast I observed a

      considerable number of people, but could not, with my naked eye,

      discover how they were employed. I had recourse again to my telescope,

      when I found that two of our officers, one a general, the other a

      colonel, with whom I spent the preceding evening, and who went out into

      the enemy’s camp about midnight as spies, were taken, and then were

      actually going to be executed on a gibbet. I found the distance too

      great to throw the shell with my hand, but most fortunately recollecting

      that I had the very sling in my pocket which assisted David in slaying

      Goliath, I placed the shell in it, and immediately threw it in the midst

      of them: it burst as it fell, and destroyed all present, except the two

      culprits, who were saved by being suspended so high, for they were just

      turned off: however, one of the pieces of the shell fled with such force

      against the foot of the gibbet, that it immediately brought it down. Our

      two friends no sooner felt _terra firma_ than they looked about for the

      cause; and finding their guards, executioner, and all, had taken it in

      their heads to die first, they directly extricated each other from their

      disgraceful cords, and then ran down to the sea-shore, seized a Spanish

      boat with two men in it, and made them row to one of our ships, which

      they did with great safety, and in a few minutes after, when I was

      relating to General Elliot how I had acted, they both took us by the

      hand, and after mutual congratulations we retired to spend the day with

      festivity.

      CHAPTER XI

      _An interesting account of the Baron’s ancestors – A quarrel relative

      to the spot where Noah built his ark – The history of the sling, and

      its properties – A favourite poet introduced upon no very reputable

      occasion – queen Elizabeth’s abstinence – The Baron’s father crosses from

      England to Holland upon a marine horse, which he sells for seven hundred

      ducats._

      You wish (I can see by your countenances) I would inform you how I

      became possessed of such a treasure as the sling just mentioned. (Here

      facts must be held sacred.) Thus then it was: I am a descendant of the

      wife of Uriah, whom we all know David was intimate with; she had several

      children by his majesty; they quarrelled once upon a matter of the first

      consequence, viz., the spot where Noah’s ark was built, and where it

      rested after the flood. A separation consequently ensued. She had often

      heard him speak of this sling as his most valuable treasure: this she

      stole the night they parted; it was missed before she got out of

      his dominions, and she was pursued by no less than six of the king’s

      body-guards: however, by using it herself she hit the first of them

      (for one was more active in the pursuit than the rest) where David did

      Goliath, and killed him on the spot. His companions were so alarmed at

      his fall that they retired, and left Uriah’s wife to pursue her journey.

      She took with her, I should have informed you before, her favourite son

      by this connection, to whom she bequeathed the sling; and thus it has,

      without interruption, descended from father to son till it came into my

      possession. One of its possessors, my great-great-great-grandfather,

      who lived about two hundred and fifty years ago, was upon a visit to

      England, and became intimate with a poet who was a great deer-stealer;

      I think his name was Shakespeare: he frequently borrowed this sling, and

      with it killed so much of Sir Thomas Lucy’s venison, that he narrowly

      escaped the fate of my two friends at Gibraltar. Poor Shakespeare was

      imprisoned, and my ancestor obtained his freedom in a very singular

      manner.