The latter would gladly now have been back in the carriage, or
even on ’change in London, for he was by no means well pleased
with his company. However, he determined to put the best face on
matters, and was beginning a conversation about the state of the
weather, the baddishness of the crops, and the price of goats in
that part of the country, when he heard a violent screaming. He
ran to the edge of the rock, and, looking over, saw away down the
road his carriage surrounded by robbers. One held down the fat
footman, another had the dandy by his starched cravat, with a
pistol to his head; one was rummaging a portmanteau, another
rummaging the principezza’s pockets, while the two Misses Popkins
were screaming from each window of the carriage, and their
waiting maid squalling from the dickey.
Alderman Popkins felt all the fury of the parent and the
magistrate Roused within him. He grasped his cane and was on the
point of scrambling down the rocks, either to assault the robbers
or to read the riot act, when he was suddenly grasped by the arm.
It was by his friend the goatherd, whose cloak, falling partly
off, discovered a belt stuck full of pistols and stilettos. In
short, he found himself in the clutches of the captain of the
band, who had stationed himself on the rock to look out for
travellers and to give notice to his men.
A sad ransacking took place. Trunks were turned inside out, and
all the finery and the frippery of the Popkins family scattered
about the road. Such a chaos of Venice beads and Roman mosaics;
and Paris bonnets of the young ladies, mingled with the
alderman’s night-caps and lamb’s wool stockings, and the dandy’s
hair-brushes, stays, and starched cravats.
The gentlemen were eased of their purses and their watches; the
ladies of their jewels, and the whole party were on the point of
being carried up into the mountain, when fortunately the
appearance of soldiery at a distance obliged the robbers to make
off with the spoils they had secured, and leave the Popkins
family to gather together the remnants of their effects, and make
the best of their way to Fondi.
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