"But Messina!--there it lay prostrate with the dust; churches thrown
down, and the sacred vestments scattered; public buildings in wreck,
hotels and palazzos as if they had never been. We were standing in the
square, when another shock tumbled the fragments hither and thither,
mingling them in greater confusion. My companion was for hastening
up the eminences to see who had escaped: I preferred remaining, as
all places were alike to me; besides, I was poor, wretchedly poor,
and there was the prospect of gold to be obtained. The pale youth did
not tell me his name, nor did I think to ask it: he gave me a small
silver medal that he had worn round his neck by way of remembrance,
and I presented him with a flat piece of whalebone on which in my idle
hours I had rudely carved my name. We parted, and in a short time my
hazardous enterprise was richly recompensed. I found what I coveted,
gold! I filled my slender pockets, and yet there was gold; I dug a
hole and buried my treasure, but still wealth almost unbounded lay
scattered in the streets. I hastened to the harbour; wrecks and dead
bodies were everywhere floating. A boat was drifting near the quay,
and, having secured her, I hastened back to the place where my riches
were concealed. But the marauders had entered the town, and I feared
that they would plunder me; so I returned to the boat and shoved off
from the shore, and there I lay in her bottom as she drove into the
bay, dreading detection, and fearing to lose my ill-acquired wealth.
I had been contented with a little when only a few copper coins had
been my fortune; but, now I was possessed of gold, I coveted that
which I had left behind. A brigantine that was making her escape from
the devastation picked me up. I offered the captain gold to give me a
passage to whatever place he might be going. My dress and appearance
bespoke poverty,--the glittering coin betrayed me: I was stripped
of every ducat, thrust into the boat again, and cast adrift upon a
tempestuous night. The only valuable I retained was the medal which I
slung round my neck next to my skin.
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