De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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I of course disclaimed not only all right to direct them, but all
knowledge of the subject, telling them that I had merely cast the
soldier from me in defence of my own property, and that I was not
aware what patriots they spoke of at Lerida, or what tyrants at
Barcelona.
"What!" cried one of the young men, with a look divided between
surprise and incredulity; "do you not know that the inhabitants of
Lerida have risen, and cast off the yoke of the Castilian tyrants? Do
you not know the glorious news, that they have beat the mercenary
soldados of Castile through every street of the city wherever they
dared to make a stand, till the few that escaped have shut themselves
up in the citadel? Do you pretend not to know that they have well
avenged the death of the poor youth that the bloody-minded
slaughterers fired off last night from a cannon's mouth? Pshaw! you
know it well enough; and we know too, that it is with arms and
ammunition from France, that all this has been done: so, '_Viva la
Francia! Viva el Francés!_'"
It was in vain I protested my ignorance of the whole; they were
determined to believe me an agent of the French government, and
nothing I could say had any effect in persuading them to the contrary.
The only means I could devise for extricating myself from the
unpleasant situation in which I was placed, without violating the
truth, was to tell them, that I was going on myself to Barcelona, but
that I thought the best thing they could do, would be to remain quiet
till they heard more particularly from Lerida, taking care to be
prepared for whatever event might occur.
They received this advice as if it had come from the Delphic Oracle.
"Yes, yes, he is right," cried one; "we will wait for orders from
Lerida."--"He will get to Barcelona before the Castilian now!" cried a
second: "Quick! saddle the cavalier's horse!"--"Send us off a despatch
as soon as all is safe at Barcelona," cried a third; but to this last
I did not think fit to make any reply, as I had not the least
intention of complying with the request. All was soon ready to set
out, but a sudden difficulty delayed me some time, which was, that
when about to depart, I could nowhere discover Monsieur Achilles
Lefranc, whom I had left up stairs sound asleep. To leave the poor
little man alone, in a country, the language of which was as unknown
to him as Hebrew, was a piece of cruelty I could not think of
committing. I was nevertheless nearly obliged to do so, for after
looking for him in vain in the room where he had slept, and in every
other place I could think of, with the assistance of half a dozen
Spaniards, men, women, and children, he was drawn out from below the
bed, where he had ensconced himself on hearing the sound of a musket,
with the various shouts of the Spaniards in the street.
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